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A freaky step daughter #3

The next day is Saturday. My wife is the only one that has to work today. John is not coming home until Sunday night. So Sue and I will be the only ones home for the day. When I awoke at around 8:30am I just laid in bed and thought of all that went on the night before. I fucked my step daughter and set my wife up to be fucked by our black lab Brutis. What a evening that was, My cock starting to stir as I thought of all that sex.I got out of bed and headed to the shower. I was in the shower about 5 minutes when I heard a knock at the door. I stuck my head out of the shower and said yeah?? I heard Sue’s voice come back through the closed door telling me she had to piss bad would it be ok for her to come in and use the potty?? I said yeah its unlocked. I kept my head out as she walked in, damn what a sight she was wearing her night shirt I could tell there was no bra under it because her tits swayed with her movement. As I looked lower I seen there was no panties on either as I could see her half inch wide love trail. She smiled at me when she saw me admiring her pussy. I smiled back and pulled my head back into the shower stall. My cock was already standing up hard as a rock. I heard the stool flush and Sue said thank you for letting me go then the door open and close. I was kind of disappointed because I was hoping she would hope in with me. I finished showering stepped out and dried off. I then put on some deodorant my jean shorts and a tee-shirt. I looked in the mirror, brushed my hair then turned and walked out the door.
Sue was in the kitchen making breakfast. As I stepped into the kitchen I could see Sue was still dressed the same. Sue came over and gave me a big wet passionate kiss. As we stepped apart she smiled and said breakfast would be done in a few minutes, and that the newspaper and a cup of coffee was waiting at the table. I smiled and said Thank You then turned and walked to the dinning room table. As I sat down the memory of last night at this very spot made me start thinking of what had took place. That made me smile and my cock twitch slightly. As I opened the paper Sue brought the food in so I pushed the paper aside. Sue sat my plate down and pulled out the chair next to mine and sat down facing me with her legs gapped open. I could see her puffy lips and just a hint of the wet pink love canal. We ate our breakfast without another word being said. After we finished I sat back and started reading the paper. Sue cleaned up the table and put the dishes in the dish washer. Sue then came back in and said she was going to shower. I mumbled a ok as I read the paper.
When Sue reappeared from her shower she was wearing a pair of shorts and a tight tank top. I could instantly tell she had no bra on as her tits swayed with every step she took. I was done reading by now so I moved into the living room. I sat down on the couch and Sue sat right beside me. We started talking about different things. Then I remembered the snake. So I asked Sue why the snake?? Sue looked me in the eye and smiled then told me it feels better than anything I have tried. WHAT?? No way I then exclaimed. Yes way Dad it’s AWSOME. Sue then said let me show you what I mean, jumped up and left the room. After a short time she returned with the snake. I said YOU ARE NOT Shoving that thing in me so how are you going to show me?? She said its easy Dad watch his tail. I looked down at his tail and it was vibrating and swinging in a circular motion. I said ok so what?? Sue then said it does the same thing inside my pussy it absolutely throttles my G-Spot.. It makes me cum like a river, just non stop. Well now when I looked at the tail I could now see what she meant. I know my wife cums like crazy when I am fingering her G-Spot while working her clit over. Damn how the hell did you think to try that I asked?? She then told me she always was holding the snake letting it slither through her fingers when she noticed how the tail always did the same thing all the time. So I thought what the hell and the first time I was the only one at home I tried it. I have been doing it for over a year now it is the best way to masturbate. Sue then looked at me and asked would you like to watch me do it??
I didn’t even have time to answer and she was up taking her clothes off. I just sat there and watched. Sue laid down on the couch with her head at the other end and her sweet pussy facing me as she spread her legs wide open. I could see she was soaking wet as there was pussy juice running down her crack to her asshole. Sue took the snake and put the tail by her snatch. The snakes tail was doing its circles and vibrating. Sue grabbed the very end of the tail and shoved it inside her wet gash. As soon as the tail started in she shoved more in with the other hand. I would guess the snake was in about 4 inches or so. It was no time and Sue was starting to moan and hump her pussy at the snake. Within what I would guess was 2 minutes her legs went stiff, her eyes rolled back and she went into convulsions. I knew she had just had a massive orgasm. I just then realized I was rubbing my massive hard cock through my shorts. I stood up never taking my eyes off of the snake that was making my step daughter cum like a freight train. I yanked my clothes off then stepped forward and reached out and squeezed one of Sue’s tits as I tweaked her nipple. Sue opened her eyes looked at my cock standing at attention. She then reached out and grabbed it and guided it to her hot wanting mouth. I leaned over so as I was leaning on the back of the couch with my cock aimed straight down into her mouth. I started fucking her mouth slow at first. But as she started another orgasm I started driving a bit deeper now hitting the back of her throat. I was picking up speed and was feeling the tightening in my balls. I stopped and told her that when she gets off again I am going to bury my cock into her throat and cum. She mumbled a ummhuu around my swollen shaft. I then started driving faster and faster. Again I could feel the cum wanting to release. I was just wondering if I could hold out until she came again when I heard her start moaning and feel her tensing up. With that I pumped as fast as I could and just as I started to cum I crammed my whole cock down her throat. I was shooting load after load down her throat as I felt her body shaking with bliss from her own cumming. After about 25 seconds I pulled my cock out of her throat and up to just her mouth she kept sucking it milking it for all it had to offer. Sue was sucking my shriveling cock so hard it was hurting. I finally pulled out of her mouth with a loud slurping sucking pop. I stood and seen she had removed the snake also. There was so much pussy juice and cum that it looked as if she has pissed all over the couch. I sat back down when Sue got up and took the snake to the bathroom then put him up. As she returned she said I always clean him up it would be hard to explain all the pussy on him. We both laughed as she sat back down.
As we was setting there calming down hugging and kissing the phone rang. Sue got up and answered the phone she talked for a few minutes then hung up and came back and sat down. I asked who was it?? She then said it was Mindy. And that she was coming over in about 2 hours. Mindy was her best friend she was 18 I would guess her at about 5’8” 140lbs. about a 38d. I then asked Sue has Mindy done the snake?? Laughing she said no I have not showed her the snake toy. But I bet she would because I know she has fucked her dog before. Hell we have both fucked her dog. I looked at her and said is there anything you have not done?? She thought for a minute and said yes only one thing that I want to but haven’t ever had the chance or the guts to try. Up till yesterday there was 2 but I scored 1 of them last night. Sue then leaned over and gave me a quick kiss and stood up grabbed her clothes then headed for her bedroom. I reached down and started putting my shorts back on. Hmm wonder what Mindy would be like??

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MY SISTER SHERI

My sister ShERI is 2 years older than me & I’ve always wanted to pull my cock out for her to see. She is soo sexy & I know she loves to fuck !!! Years ago, we were partying & I think she thought about fucking me !!! I slept at her house & asked her as we were in her bedroom if she had a pair of shorts for me to wear & I freaked when she pulled off the ones she was wearing & handed them to me as she stood in front of me wearing a silky blouse & the prettiest pair of black silky panties !!! They were perfect !!!
They totally covered the back of her ass & were kind of see through in front up top above her pussy lips & black thick bush !!!! I wanted to keep her right there in her panties, so I grabbed the shorts & told her that they were the wrong kind cuz I wasn’t wearing any underwear & they were too loose without them !!! She asked what I needed & I said I needed underwear,but didn’t bring any !!! ShERI just looked at me & said ” if you need to wear some that bad, you can wear some of mine!” & looked at me smiling, with a look in her eye that i will never forget !!! I said “Ill do it, but if you tell anyone, I’ll tell them that you undressed in front of me first !!!” & she said, “ok, our little secret—–BUT 1ST RONNIE, ” & SHE TOOK A DEEP BREATH & SAID ” I WANT TO SEE YOUR COCK” i WAS FLOORED !!!! I FELT MY COCK START TO THROB & GROW & SHE NOTICED OT TOO CUZ SHE GOT A HUGE GRIN ON HER FACE & JUST STARED AT MY COCK. I THEN UNBUTTONED MY PANTS & LOOKED HER IN THE EYE TO HOLD HER GAZE. I THEN GRABBED BOTH SIDES OF HER FACE & PULLED HER LIPS TO MINE & FRENCH KISSED HER SOO PAAAIONATELY AS I STEPPED OUT OF MY PANTS FOR HER !!! i STEPPED BACK SO SHE COULD SEE MY COCK !1 SHE STARED AT IT FOR WHAT SEEMED LIKE FOREVER AS THE HEAD STARTED OOZING OUT PRECUM!! SHERI SAID ” FUCK YES RONNIE, YOU ARE WAY BIGGER THAN I THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE & SHE GOT ON HER KNEES IN FRONT OF ME, GRABBED COCK & STARTED KISSING JUST THE HEAD OVER & OVER, EACH TIME GETTING MORE & MORE OF MY PRECUM ALL OVER HER LIPS. sHE WAS A REAL PRO & I LOVED HOW SHE SAVED MY CUM & DIDN’T SWALLOW IT. EACH TIME SHE KISSED IT, SHE MADE THESE AWESOME SUCKING & SMACKING NOISES !!! IT WAS PERFECT !!! i COULDN’T BELIEVE HOW GOOD IT FELT OR AS NASTY AS SHE WAS GETTING!!! SHERI TOLD ME THAT SHE WANTED TO EAT MY CUM & ASKED ME IF I WOULD CUM ALL OVER HER LIPS & FACE SO THAT SHE COULD ENJOY IT WHILE i PALYED WITH HER & FUCKED HER !!! I REMEMBERED THAT I HAD A RUBBER THAT WAS TOTALLY FILLED WITH SO MUCH OF MY CUM & SHE SAID ” DID YOU CUM IN IT ??” & WHEN I SAID YES, SHE ASKED HOW MANY TIMES & SHE FLIPPED WHEN i SAID THAT THE WHOLE TIME I WAS DRIVING ON THE WAY THERE I HAD IT ON & MUST HAVE CUM ABOUT 15 TIMES IN IT & IT WAS FULL TO THE BRIM !!! SHERI’S EYES LIT UP & SHE SAID ” RONNIE, PLEASE SHARE IT WITH ME !!! CAN i PUT IT ALL OVER MY FACE, LIPS, TITS & PUSSY FOR US BOTH PLEASE RONNIE PLEASE DO THIS FOR ME”!! I AGREED & WHEN i RETRIEVED IT, & SHERI SAW HOW MCUH CUM WAS IN IT, SHE STARTED MOANIGN LOUDLY & SUCKING MY COCK FOR ALL IT WAS WORTH !!! I COULD TELL I WAS ABOUT TO CUM—-& SO COULD SHE CUZ SHERI PULLED MY COCK OUT OF HER MOUTH & STARTED STROKING IT SO TIGHT & HARD & SHE SAID ” eXPLODE FOR ME RONNIE, I WANT TO SEE HOW MUCH CUM YOU CAN SQUIRT FOR ME CUM FOR ME CUM ALL OVER ME NOW RONNIE CUM NOW ” I COULDN’T BELIEVE HOW GOOD SHE STROKED MY COCK & HOW GOOD IT FELT !! i WAS ABOUT TO CUM SO I STARTED BUCKING MY HIPS LIKE I WAS FUCKING & SHE LOVED IT !!! SHE LAYED BACK ON THE BED & PULLED ME TO HER RIGHT AS I WAS CUMMING & SHE GAVE ME THE MOST INTENSE & MOST PLEASURABLE HAND JOB I’VE EVER HAD !!! SHERI GUIDED MY CUM AS SHE CLOSED HER MOUTH AS MY 1ST SPASMS SHOT A VERY THICK STICKY STREAM OF CUM ONTO HER LIPS & CHIN !!! iT FELT SOO GOOD AS I CAME THAT I SQUIRTED GOBS ON HER TITS, NECK, FACE, LIPS & CLEAVAGE !!! SHERI THEN LAYED BACK & SPREAD HER LEGS & PULLED HER PANTIES TO THE SIDE & SHE SHOWED ME HER PUSSY FOR THE FIRST TIME !!! I’VE WANTED TO SEE HER LIKE THAT FOR SOO LONG THAT I IMMEDIATELY DOVE RIGHT IN & STARTED EATING HER OUT WITH A FURRY !! RIGHT AWAY I GOT EXTREEMELY HARD AGAIN RIGHT AS SHE WAS MOANING & BUCKING & SHE SCREAMED ” YES RONNIE, THATS IT RIGHT THERE OH MY OH OH OH FUCK RONNIE, YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM YES YES YES ” & SHE STARTED BREATHING SOO HARD & HER BODY GOT REALLY STIFF & THEN SHE STARTED CUMMING–OR I SHOULD SAY SQUIRTING !!! HER ORGASM LASTED ABOUT 10 SECONDS & WHEN SHE WAS STILL CUMMING I LOOKED UP AT HER & WAS STUNNED AT THE WAY SHE LOOKED !!! HER FACE, NIPPLES, CHIN & NECK WERE COVERED IN MY CUM & SHE WAS SLURPING AT IT & SHE SCREAMED ” NOW RONNIE PUT YOUR FUCKING COCK IN ME RIGHT NOW & FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME !!!” i PUT THE HEAD ON HER PUSSY LIPS & PUSHED JUST THE HEAD IN AS SHE GASPED. HER PUSSY WAS ALREADY SOO TIGHT I KNEW SHE HAD NEVER HAD A COCK CLOSE TO AS BIG AS MINE & SHE WANTED IT BAD !! I WAS DIZZY WITH LUST & DESIRE THAT WE JUST HELD EACH OTHER SOO TIGHT & SHE SAID TO ME ” RONNIE, PLEASE SLID IT INTO ME AS WE SHARE YOUR CUM & KISS ” SHERI LET OUT A GASP AS I SLID MY ENTIRE COCK INTO HER FOR THE 1ST TIME OF MANY !!! SHERI IS SUCH A WONDERFULL LOVER & SHE FUCKS PERFECTLY…………………..BUT MORE LATER

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24Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Twenty-Four: Grime and Punishment
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Twenty-Four: Snape reveals the truth that everybody already knew.
“What’s he doing here?” Ron spat through clenched teeth.
Harry’s blood was boiling with rage as he watched the man who had betrayed and murdered Dumbledore walking just a few feet away. Harry wanted to rush up to Snape and hex the traitorous bastard into oblivion.
Before he could react, Harry saw Snape pull a small knife out of his pocket. He watched as Snape cut open his own hand, much like Harry had done shortly before. The greasy git wiped his hand, smearing his blood onto the hidden doorway. The young wizard watched in bewilderment as the door magically appeared, and Snape vanished into the hidden hallway.
“What d’you think he’s doing?” asked Ron, in a more confused than normal tone.
“Maybe he is checking on the Horcruxes for You Know Who,” suggested Luna.
“Why would he?”returned Hermione. “Voldemort’s never checked on his Horcruxes before. Why should he start now? Unless… unless Voldemort has figured out we’re destroying them and he’s having his minions check on the remaining ones! But why would he send one of his followers to do it? This could be bad,” the brunette’s voice grew worried. “Oh, no. What if Voldemort found out what we’re doing and is using his minions to move all of the Horcruxes to a more secure location?”
“Well if that does happen, all you have to do is rub another one out of Harry and track them down again,” Ron offered off-handedly.
“Ronald, don’t use such crude language,” chastised Luna. “‘Rub one out,’ how low. The correct phrase is ‘wank him off.’ And you forgot to add ‘and take it in the face.’ That’s the proper language for this situation. I thought you knew better than that.”
“What are we going to do, Harry?” Hermione asked, clearly trying to ignore Luna and Ron’s exchange.
“We capture him, that’s what,” Harry said flatly.
The three friends stared at Harry for a full two seconds before Ron stated in an overly sarcastic way; “Oh, just capture him. That should be easy. Bloody easy I should say.”
“Harry, Snape is an experienced duelist and a master Legilimens,”informed Hermione. “He’d take us out with little effort. The four of us wouldn’t be much of a challenge, even allowing for both of our power boosts. He’d be able to see our moves through his Legilimency and block them or even stop us before we finished our incantations.”
“If we play our cards right, we won’t have to duel him,” Harry said as a sly grin stretched across his face. For the first time since Snape appeared, Harry turned and faced his friends. “We set some traps and snatch him. Hermione and Luna, you two know more traps than Ron and I do. Lay as many traps right outside the door as you can. Leg-Lockers, Binding Jinxes, Disarming Traps, anything you can think up.”
“Do you think that’ll work?” asked Luna.
“Why not?” returned Harry. “For all Snape knows, he’s disarmed the traps outside the exit. He won’t be expecting any new ones when he comes out.”
Without another word, Luna and Hermione dashed toward the hidden entrance and immediately began twirling their wands about, casting trap after trap on the area just outside the door. Every few seconds one witch would suggest a trap to cast to the other; “Try Finnegan’s Folly right there”or “How about Carmen’s Bumbler, it’s an oldie but goody” to name a few. As the two witches worked as quickly as they could, Ron and Harry had their wands out and leveled at the door, ready to launch hexes and jinxes in case Snape were to come out while their witches incanted.
A few minutes later, Hermione and Luna, satisfied that enough traps were laid, rejoined Harry and Ron in the shadows across the street. All four stared at the invisible door in silence, almost willing Snape to come out so they could capture him. Thankfully, the teens’ patience was not tried too much.
The door popped into existence less than a minute after Hermione and Luna had completed their task. Harry could almost hear the old hinges of the door creak from across the street as it slowly opened. A sour and disappointed looking Snape was framed in the dark doorway. He glanced to his left and then to the right, sneering at the empty space in front of him. Satisfied that no one was watching, the Potions Master stepped out of the doorway. The moment his foot touched the ground outside the door a loud bang echoed through the air.
Two things happened at the exact same time. First; Snape’s feet were tugged backward, as if an invisible rope had pulled violently on the limbs; making the surly wizard pitch forward. Second, Snape’s wand sprung from his hand and soared through the air. It clattered on the ground a dozen feet away from the greasy wizard.
As Snape continued to pitch forward, he tried to break his fall by placing his hands in front of him. This attempted act of self-preservation only triggered two of Hermione’s and Luna’s traps. A Body Bind hex caused Snape’s limbs to snap together while Levicorpus hoisted the wizard into the air by his ankles.
A victorious smile appeared on Harry’s face.
“We did it!”cheered Hermione.
“You doubted my plan?” the bespectacled wizard said with a false air of disapproval.
“Oh, will you ever forgive me for my transgressions?” returned Hermione with an equal helping of irony.
As the four friends moved in a group to the immobile and inverted villain, Ron added to Harry’s and Hermione’s interchange. And Ron, being Ron of course, missed his friends’ tone and spoke with sincerity. “Of course we beat him. We knocked his arseout in our third year, remember? And all we used was just an Expelliarmus; a simple charm we learned in our second year.”
A few feet away from their dangling detainee, Ron gasped, as if an epiphany came to him. “Hey, wouldn’t it be cool if you defeated You Know Who with an Expelliarmus, Harry.”
“Don’t be asinine, Ron,” Hermione glared at Ron the way an instructor stares at a lovable dim-witted child. “Voldemort’s the most feared and powerful dark wizard in a century. A simple Expelliarmus can’t defeat him. It is a disarming charm; it doesn’t really do much to an opponent if one is able to think on their feet.”
“But, what if-” he began to defend himself.
“Ronald, Hermione is right,” Luna said softly and kindly… like the way an instructor speaks compassionately to a lovable dim-witted student. “To even think that such a childish spell could defeat someone like You Know Who is just plain dumb, my love.”
Ron’s shoulders slumped in defeat. Feeling sorry for his best mate, Harry patted the red haired wizard on the back. “If my life wasn’t in mortal danger during aduel with the most powerful and feared wizard of our times, I would definitely try to cast an Expelliarmus on him, Ron.”
“Thanks, Harry,”Ron smiled.
Turning his attention away from his lovable dim-witted friend, Harry stared angrily at his former potions professor.
“Looks like justice will have its day, you bastard,” Harry threatened.
Snape’s fathomless black eyes narrowed on Harry’s. Harry knew that the git was using Legamcyto probe his thoughts, but the young wizard didn’t care. In a few moments, he’d bodily haul Snape to the Ministry so they could chuck his arse in Azkaban.
“You destroyed theHorcrux,” stated Snape.
“Yeah, I did,” the raven haired wizard said in a dismissive manner. “And a few of the others as well. Your master’s time is running short,” he finished boldly.
“Wait, you found the cup?” Snape asked.
“Yep, found and destroyed. Including the diary, ring, and the anvil, that means Voldemort is down four Horcruxes,” Harry gloated.
“How did you find them so quickly?” the greasy wizard demanded.
“A simple searching ritual,” he answered proudly.
“The Dark Lord has dozens of wards against any form of magical searching,” Snape argued. “How could a wizard as feeble as you bypass them?”
“I have my ways,”Harry said and his mind drifted back to the wonderful han – err – ritual that he and Hermione performed. Which was a mistake.
Snape’s eyes bulged and he began looking between Harry and Hermione in disbelief. It was at that moment that Harry made amental note not to recall intimate moments in front of a master Legilimens.
Again, Snape’s eyes narrowed on Harry. “I thought you looked at Granger like she was your sister,” the villain said with clear disgust.
“My ‘sister’?” Harry shot back with mirrored revulsion. “How the hell would you think that?”
“It was an impression I got,” answered Snape. “I assumed that you felt that she was nothing more than a sister to you. It is obvious to me that ishow you acted in regards to your feelings for Granger.”
“How I acted? I’m an only bloody child. How the fuck would I know what having asister felt like?” retorted Harry. “So, how could I have acted like I felt that Hermione was a sister? That makes no sense at all. Not once since I met Hermione have I ever thought of her as a sister, not even in passing. So it would’ve been an uneducated assumption on your part to conclude that I had brotherly feelings for her. As a best friend, yes; as a sister, no! Besides, if I thought of anyone like asibling it would’ve been Ron. And that’s only because I looked at Mrs. Weasley as a surrogate mother; especially after the fiasco that was the Third Task of the Tri-Wizard.”
For some inexplicable reason, Hermione snorted a chuckle.
“What?” Harry turned, asking his girlfriend.
“Oh, nothing,” she said. The twinkle in her eyes told Harry it was indeed something. But before he could press the issue, a thought occurred to him; something just a little bit more important than finding out why Hermione laughed.
“Wait. How’d you know about the Horcruxes anyway?”he demanded of Snape. “I thought Voldemort would’ve never told anyone about them.”
“Just as slow as ever, Potter,” Snape said snidely. “Ask yourself why would the Dark Lord willingly divulge such a vulnerability?”
“I just asked you that,” Harry snapped. “You can’t ask me my own question back. You’re the prisoner and I’m the one who captured you. It’s not proper.”
Snape smiled his greasy, crooked tooth smile in response.
“I can hex you, you know,” threatened Harry while waving his wand in front of Snape’s hooked nose.
“Because Voldemort didn’t,” Hermione answered Snape’s question. “At least, not knowingly.”
Harry turned and faced Hermione once again. The witch had an expression somewhere between understanding and confusion. As if what she had said had seemed clear but had brought up a bevy of other questions.
“Ah, I can practically hear the gears turning in your puny little minds,” mocked Snape. It infuriated Harry that even though Snape was bound and defenseless, he still seemed to have the upper hand.
“I say we disregard his motivation and just drag his bottom to the Ministry,” Luna threatened, although her tone wasn’t very intimidating; the way she spoke sounded like she was offering to bake biscuits and share them with the potions master.
“I agree with Luna,” Ron said. He glowered at Snape before turning to his wife and whispering in her ear, “Don’t use the word ‘bottom’ when threatening someone. It ruins the effect.”
“You’re… you’re working against him?” speculated Harry.
“Very good, Potter. It seems the Headmaster’s faith in you wasn’t completely wasted,” Snape said scornfully.
“I think he’s still lying,” Ron snapped. “He’s just playing us. Trying to distract us so he can escape.”
“Yes, you’ve discovered my brilliant plan, Weasley,” the greasy wizard glared at Ron.
“You killed Dumbledore. I saw it with my own eyes,”Harry snarled. “Why should I believe you when you say you’re working against Voldemort?”
“I have a vial of Veritaserum in my left robe pocket,” the greasy gitstated. “Feed me three drops, and you’ll know I am speaking the truth.”
“It’s a colorless and odorless potion, how the hell can we tell if it’s Veritaserum and not just water?” demanded Hermione.
“I still fail to see why so many people consider you a brilliant witch, I have always known you to be just slightly above average for a Gryffindor, which is not saying much,” Snape said. “A child could tell you that you can easily verify the potion by using it on one of yourselves, and then ask something that the test subject wouldn’t normally reveal.”
“What if it’s apoison?” Luna asked. “If one of us takes it, we could die.”
“And how would killing one of you dolts be helpful to me? If it was a poison, I would’ve suggested that all four of you take it, not just one,” the former Head of Slytherin snapped. “If it was a poison and I did trick one of you into taking it, I’d still have to deal with the other three. And in my current predicament, frozen, dangling upside-down in mid-air without a wand, the three of you, despite your lowly skills, would make short work of me. What good would it do if I poisoned only one of you?”
The four friends shared a look. Harry was hesitant, what he really wanted to do was drag the son of a bitch down to the Ministry so that they could chuck him into Azkaban. But apart of the young wizard was wondering if Snape was telling the truth; what if he truly was working on bringing Voldemort down? What if Snape was still a spy for the light?
“I’ll do it,” Ron offered, his voice hesitant and soft. “I’ll test the potion.”
“Are you sure?”asked Harry.
“Yeah,” Ron replied and took a step toward Snape. “Um, how about we make a Portkey to St. Mango’s, just in case it is a poison, though?”
Luna toed off one of her shoes. Bending over at the hips, she tapped her wand against her discarded shoe and incanted, “Portus.”
As the shoe trembled and glowed, Ron stood in front of Snape.
“The vial is in my front left pocket,” the captured wizard said.
While Ron dug around in Snape’s robes, Harry asked his former instructor “You always keep avial of Veritaserum on you?”
“Yes, among anumber of other potions, including several antidotes,” Snape stated arrogantly. “I find it best, unlike others whom I won’t mention,” he glared directly at Harry, “to be prepared.”
Finally, Ron tugged a small glass vial out of Snape’s robes.
“Put three drops on your tongue, Weasley,” the Potions Master commanded.
Uncorking the tiny bottle, Ron nervously asked Luna “Is that Portkeyready?”
“Yes, Ronald,”replied Luna. Her eyes were wide(well… wider than normal) with anxious worry.
The red haired wizard opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. With a steady hand, Ron tilted the vial and cautiously dropped three dollops of the liquid on his tongue. He swallowed, placed the stopper back in the vial, turned to face his friends and said “I don’t think it wor-”
That’s when Ron’s expression went blank. His eyes glazed over and his mouth hung open and slack jawed.
Out of the corner of Harry’s eye, he saw Luna run her hands over the front of her robes. He asked”What are you doing, Luna?”
“Checking to see if my breasts are exposed,” the blonde witch answered lightly. “Ronald gets that same expression whenever he sees my breasts. I was worried that they had popped out accidentally. They do that sometimes, you know.”
“Really, his expression changed?” Hermione asked no-one in particular under her breath. “I can’t tell. He looks like he always does to me.”
“It’s the Veritaserum, you fools,” Snape spoke slowly, as if Harry and his friends had difficulty understanding such a basic concept. “Ask Weasley your questions so you can verify the potion.”
“Okay, Ron, tell us something you don’t want us to know,” Harry asked. If the potion truly was Veritaserum, Ron would answer truthfully.
In a daze, Ron stated “I really liked it when Luna stuck her finger into my bottom.”
Harry, Hermione, and Snape balked at Ron’s admission while Luna giggled happily.
“So much so that Iwant her to do it again,” the red haired wizard continued, unfortunately. This caused the three who balked to take astep back – which was rather difficult for Snape seeing that he was bound in place and hanging upside-down. But Luna only seemed encouraged. In fact, Harry assumed by the eager look in her eyes that she was willing to acquiesce to Ron’s request right there in the alleyway. And knowing her past history, such an event was a definite possibility. Harry’s assumption was confirmed when the blonde witch held up her index finger and began to wiggle it about. “I know I acted shocked and hurt when she did it that one time,” Ron forged ahead. “But really, I was just surprised at how much I liked it, to be honest.”
“Um, that’s enough Ron, we know it’s Veritaserum. You can stop,” Harry implored almost desperately. He was terrified that Luna, encouraged by her husband’s revelation would bound over to Ron and jab one of her digits up his bum. Not wanting to see that, he begged Ron. “Please, stop.”
“In fact, I’m hoping she’ll use two fingers next time,” Ron added.
“Stupefy!” Hermione cried out frantically. A bolt of red magic leapt from her wand and struck Ron, squarely in the chest. The gangly wizard collapsed to the ground unconscious.
“Hermione, I won’t be able to fulfill Ronald’s wishes if he isn’t awake,” Luna said in her usual dreamy tone. With her left hand she caressed her right index finger, as if warming it up for the nefarious purpose.
“That was the point,” Hermione said with a desperate edge to her voice.
“Well, I suppose Icould still do my wifely duties, even if he is unconscious,” the blonde said, taking a step toward her unconscious husband.
Hermione pointed her wand at Luna and warned, “Don’t make me use this on you.”
With the brunette’s wand leveled at her head, Luna took a step back, albeit clearly disappointed.
“If I still held my position as professor at Hogwarts, I might’ve considered giving Gryffindor points for your actions, Granger,” Snape said to the brunette witch and then reiterated; “Might have.”
“All right, let’s get this over with,” Harry said.
Hermione nodded and walked over to Ron. While she picked up the vial of Veritaserum Harry waved his wand at Snape. The Potions Master slowly pivoted in air, turning right side up.
“Open your mouth,”Hermione, whose voice showed no sympathy for the magically bound wizard, commanded. Snape opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue as far as it could go. Even with this contortion of his features, the gitstill looked like he was sneering at Harry.
Carefully, Hermione measured out three drops of Veritaserum onto Snape’s tongue. He swallowed and a second later his face went blank much like Ron’s had.
Knowing that the Veritaserum would make Snape answer nothing but the truth, Harry asked “Why are you here?”
“I am on a mission to retrieve the Dark Lord’s Horcruxes so that they can be destroyed and he can be finally defeated,” Snape spoke in a flat and emotionless tone.
“Who gave you this mission?” asked Harry.
“Headmaster Dumbledore,” he replied. “Due to the injuries he received when he destroyed the ring-Horcruxand his advanced age, the Headmaster was dying. Dying painfully. He had come up with the plan for me to carry out Draco’s mission of killing him for the Dark Lord. That way I’d save Draco from any evil act… well, murder at any rate. And I’d show agreat man who was suffering immensely mercy. My actions would also entrench myself in the Dark Lord’s ranks. The Dark Lord would herald me for killing his hated enemy. He would reward me by making me his most trusted servant. And with that trust, I would be able to gather information on the whereabouts of his Horcruxes.”
“How’d you do that?” inquired Harry. “I don’t imagine he’d ever divulge the secret to his immortality to anyone.”
“I am a Potion Master,” he answered. If it wasn’t for the effects of the Veritaserum making him speak in a monotone, Harry was positive that Snape would have been overly arrogant and degrading to the younger wizard. “I used a combination of Sleeping Draughts and Veritaserum to pry the information out of him as he slumbered. If he had remembered divulging any of his secrets, which was unlikely, it would’ve seemed like he had done so in a dream.”
Recalling the missing Horcrux, the one they couldn’t find through the han – err – ritual, Harry asked “How many locations have you gotten?”
“Just this one, Gryffindor’s useless wizarding anvil,” Snape replied. “I’ve had to work slowly, only taking small pieces of information from the Dark Lord, asking about traps and wards along with the location, night by night. I feared that to ask more than one question a night would alert him to my mission, and I’d be killed.”
Harry cursed silently. At this rate, he’d never find the missing Horcrux.
Pushing that depressing revelation to the side, Harry returned his thoughts to Snape. The git was telling the truth, he was still working for the light. The bespectacled wizard was still angry that Snape had killed Dumbledore, despite the fact that it was an act of mercy that Dumbledore had not only welcomed but encouraged. Then aquestion came to Harry; why was Snape working for the light? As far as Harry knew, Snape was a bigot and pure blood elitist even though he himself was of mixed heritage. Curiosity got the better of the young wizard and he asked, “Why did you join the Order?”
“I am in love with your mother,” was his answer. “Even to this day.”
Harry was floored. Snape betrayed his master out of love. And love for Harry’s own mother. Yet, Harry recalled how Snape had cruelly called Lily a Mudblood in the Pensivememory. How could he have called her such a foul name if he was in love with her?
“Even though she was a mudblood, I still masturbate ferociously to her memory,” Snape continued.
At that moment, Harry lost control of his bladder. The concept of Snape pleasuring himself over anything was highly disturbing. The fact that greasy git was doing so to the memory of Harry’s mother made it downright terrifying for the young wizard. As his warm urine flowed down his trousers, he noticed out of the corner of his eyes that Hermione’s complexion had gone asickly green, and Luna had blanched and held her hands in front of her mouth, apparently to stop the vomit from erupting from her lips. They too were just as disturbed by Snape’s admission.
“It is truly disgusting just how often I abuse myself with the thought of Lily, even now, but particularly when I was still a student,” Snape forged ahead. “By my seventh year, my right forearm was twice the size of my left.”
Silently, Harry begged Hermione to stun Snape like she had done to Ron, because fear had paralyzed Harry and he couldn’t do it himself. Unfortunately, the same fear that had rendered Harry a statue had claimed Hermione as well.
“In my third year, I cut holes in the pockets of my robes,” the elder wizard regrettably persistent. “Whenever Lily spoke to someone… Iconstantly followed her, lurking in the shadows just to hear the mudblood’s angelic voice as she talked with the other students… I would discreetly slip my hands through those holes and fondle myself. Just the sound of her sweet voice was enough to get me hard as steel. I had gotten so skilled at defiling myself under my robes that I could carry on a conversation with another student while that gorgeous mudblood red-head had her own private discussion. I could pleasure myself, with no one the wiser. Many, many times did I ejaculate in my own shorts while imagining actually speaking to her, be it about schoolwork, the weather, politics, or whatever other topics came up.
“One time, while Lily was studying in the Library, she had turned her back and, seeing my chance, I slinked out of the nearby dark alcove where I was hiding and defiling myself – which I did often – and nicked her Charm’s notes. That night I stripped naked and rubbed her delicious parchment all over my bare and sensitive flesh. The words she had written danced over my taught nipples. In a way, I was cleansing myself with her essence when I did that. That night, that wondrously glorious night, I came so much that I lost consciousness,” Snape spoke. “When I anonymously returned her notes, I heard Lily asking her friends how the recovered parchment could have gotten so badly crumpled. I fantasized that if I ever had the nerve to talk to that wondrous mudblood, I could tell her the truth and that she would see how much I loved her and in turn she would do her duty as a non-pureblood and fall madly in love with me. I dreamt about bending her over a table and slapping my manhood against the milky white flesh of her buttocks.”
Just when Harry thought it couldn’t get worse, Snape uttered sixteen disgusting words. On their own, these sixteen words were far from revolting. But strung together and said by Snape in reference to Harry’s mother was what made it truly horrible:
“I often imagine what Lily’s beautiful green eyes would look like framed with my white seed.”
Thankfully one of Harry’s limbs broke free of the paralyzing fear at that moment. And even more satisfying, it wasn’t his wand-arm. Instead, his right leg sprung up and kicked his heel directly into Snape’s groin. It was as if a part of Harry was subconsciously punishing Snape for thinking of his mother in such a disgusting manner.
If Snape had not been under the effects of a Body Bind, he would no doubt have ended up on the ground of the alley, curled up in a tight ball. Having been denied the privilege of doubling up into the fetal position, all the wizard could do was roll his eyes into his skull. A high pitch whine, like steam escaping from a kettle, sounded from Snape’s thin and crooked lips.
“Kick him again,”Hermione prayed in a small voice. Luna, still pressing her hands against her mouth, nodded her head passionately in agreement.
“I deserved that,”Snape groaned out, his voice still a note higher than normal. Harry took solace in the fact that the dirty pervert who stalked his mother even after her death was still under the effects of Veritaserum which meant that what he said was true and he did deserved to be kicked. Of course, even if Snape had not made this statement, Harry would’ve still felt justified in his actions.
For the next few minutes, Harry fought the urge to give into Hermione’s suggestion and beat Snape into a pulp; particularly around the groin region. Harry knew that he would feel better if Snape was bruised and bloodied; especially around the groin. He paced back and forth in front of the bound wizard, every now and again, Harry’s leg twitched, aching to kick the stalker, mainly around the crotch. But the disgusting perverted stalker was helping to bring down Voldemort. And since he was one of Voldemort’s trusted lieutenants, Harry could use him; not only to help find the missing Horcrux, but to gain relevant information on Voldemort and his followers. So, unfortunately, Harry came to conclusion not to beat Snape to within an inch (mainly on and around the groin region) of his life for the greater good.
After Harry canceled the Body Bind, Snape fell to his knees and vomited on the ground. While Snape tried to regain his composure, Harry asked Hermione to revive Ron.
Snape stood and locked eyes with Harry. Judging by his lack of a dazed expression, Harry assumed that the effects of the truth potion had worn off. There in the black pits of his eyes, Harry could see that Snape still loathed him, probably even more now that Harry knew his secrets. But underneath the abhorrence was a hint of compliance; Snape knew he had to team up with Harry in order to bring down Voldemort.
“I can assume you know the locations of the other Horcruxes through that… ritual?” Snape asked in an even tone.
“One of them yes,”Harry replied. “Slytherin’s locket is with a bloke named Zardoz. He lives at a place called Founders’ Cove.”
“I’m familiar with him,” the elder wizard stated.
“I know about Voldemort, but he’s under the Fidelius and I can’t track him down,” continued Harry. “There is one other Horcrux, but I can’t find it for some reason.”
The potion master became lost in thought for a moment. Then, after some silent consideration, Snape spoke “I will deal with Zardoz.”
“We can do it!”snapped Harry; offended that Snape didn’t think he could get the Horcrux away from its current owner.
“I can retrieve the item with subtlety and tack,” Snape said contentiously.
“And we can’t?”Hermione heatedly returned.
“Did you not notice that you left a fifty foot corpse of a mutilated Basilisk back in that chamber?”Snape asked rhetorically. “Because if you consider that to be tactful or subtle then you have more to learn than Ihad thought.
“What were you planning on doing? Asking Zardoz to hand the locket over? From what I’ve heard about the man tells me that he would never part with such a prized possession,” Snape jeered. “I can take the Horcruxright out from under his nose and Zardoz would never know.”
“You won’t hurt him will you?” asked Harry. He hated to admit it, but Snape was a damn good spy and could probably do what he had just boasted. And if Snape was able to deal with Zardoz and the locket, it would be a weight off of Harry’s shoulders.
“Of course Iwon’t,” Snape replied angrily. “You and your girlfriend can busy yourselves with finding the missing Horcrux.”
Apparently satisfied that the conversation was over, Snape swirled his black robes around in a theatrical manner before Apparating away with acrack.
“What a wanker,” insulted Ron.
Referring to Snape as a “wanker” was clearly too much for Luna. With Ron’s comment, the blonde witch was obviously reminded about Snape’s revelation of masturbating habitually, causing Luna to lose control. With a loud gurgling and splashing sound, Luna emptied the contents of her stomach down the front of Ron. Her vomit splashed and flowed down his belly, groin, and legs, pooling around his feet and in his shoes.
“Um, did I miss something?” a bewildered Ron asked looking at the great globs of partially digested food and bile dribbling down his trousers.
“Just be thankful you did,” Harry said with a frown, trying to erase the memory of what Snape had said from his mind.
*
After cleaning up and returning to the castle, the four friends ate dinner. Actually, Ron ate all four of the dinners while Harry, Hermione, and Luna, having lost their appetites thanks to Snape, didn’t eat.
As Ron reached across the table to steal some food from Hermione’s plate, Harry looked across the Hall at a sixth-year Ravenclaw. The younger wizard smiled directly at Harry and gave him a thumbs-up signal. The nameless wizard then mouthed the words “Thanks, mate” (that or “Let’s date,” Harry was hoping for the former).
“What’s he on about?” asked Harry.
Glancing up from her now-barren plate, Hermione asked, “Who?”
“Some bloke over there,” he pointed in the Ravenclaw table’s general direction. “He just smiled at me and gave me a ‘thumbs up’. Like I did something to be proud of or something.”
“Everybody’s acting strange lately,” commented Hermione. “When we first walked in here, a couple of witches from Hufflepuff blushed and then winked at me.”
“It is the SpottedWollcock’s mating season,” Luna offered and left it at that, assuming that everyone knew what it implied.
Ignoring the peculiar actions of his peers as well as Luna’s bizarre explanation, Harry returned to watching Ron eat everyone’s dinner.
*
Thankfully, by the next day, the shock of Snape’s seemingly favorite hobby had worn off and Harry, Hermione, and Luna were able to eat once again. Of course even with their renewed appetites, Ron still nicked food off of their plates.
That night, as they were preparing for a quiet night in bed, Hermione broached a subject. She said; “That was very nice what you said about Molly: how you think of her as a mother. I’m sure she’d be tickled pink to hear that.”
“Yeah,” Harry said with a genuine smile. He imagined Mrs. Weasley gushing happily and pulling Harry into a rib-breaking hug.
“And I know that Ron isn’t very expressive, but I’m sure he’s proud that you look at him as abrother,” Hermione continued, slipping on her silk pajamas.
Then, an overly confused expression appeared on her face, she was undoubtedly forcing it for effect. Tapping her finger on her chin thoughtfully, Hermione turned to Harry, as he was tugging the bed sheets down to crawl into bed, and asked; “Tell me Harry; if Molly’s like a mother and Ron’s a brother, what does that make Ginny to you?”
“What are you getting at?” Harry asked, dubious of his girlfriend’s intentions.
“Well, Ginny is Molly’s daughter. And she’s Ron’s sister,” Hermione said thoughtfully. “Since you look at those two as mother and brother… wouldn’t that make Ginny asister?”
A wicked, nay downright evil grin popped up on Hermione’s face.
“You snogged a girl who’s like asister,” she said devilishly. “And you felt her tits… devoid of any substance that most would consider breasts, but you felt up the flat-chested bintwho’s like a sister none the less!”
With an odd and uncharacteristic calmness, Harry waited for Hermione’s joke to end. Normally, Harry would’ve been revolted at such an issue. But a naughty thought of his own occurred to him and he was waiting for Hermione to finish so he could act upon it.
Clearly disappointed that Harry was not reacting like he normally did (i.e. screaming, turning green, and so on), Hermione decided to twist the proverbial knife to get a response out of him. “Not only is she like a sister, but she looks like your mother! Is incest really that appealing to you, Harry? It must be since Ginny, the girl you kissed and fondled, is the virtual epitome of incest for you.”
“Are you finished?” he asked coolly.
“You’re no fun,”she pouted, disappointed that Harry wasn’t nearly in tears.
Harry took his cue and leapt onto the bed. Deftly, he tumbled across the mattress, sat on the edge, and grabbed Hermione around her waist. Before she could even flinch, he tossed her over his lap and smacked her round bottom hard. Hermione yelped in a combination of pain, surprise and arousal.
“Bad, naughty little witch for toying with me like that,” Harry scolded and spanked her through her pajamas again.
“OW!” she half cried, half cheered.
“You shouldn’t mock me like that,” he said and tugged her pajama bottoms down, exposing her knickers-covered bum. Harry hooked his thumb under the left edge of her knickers and his index finger under the right. He pulled his fingers into a fist, causing the cotton unmentionables into a thin band. Next, Harry pulled on the band, wedging the fabric between Hermione’s round cheeks. The witch groaned out loudly as her knickers tugged against her sensitive flower.
“Naughty little witches like you need to be punished,” Harry said with a broad grin. “Don’t they?”
While still tugging her knickers up, Harry used his free hand and slapped her bare right cheek.
“I asked the naughty little witch a question,” Harry said. “Don’t bad little witches like you need to be punished?”
“Oh, hell yes,”she hissed out. “Spank my mischievous bottom.”
Harry proceeded to slap each cheek in turn with a rapid series of light smacks. While spanking one cheek, Harry watched entranced as the other jiggled from the blow.
Once the witch had a nice even pink hue to her skin, Harry increased the strength and speed of his blows. In no matter of time, Hermione was cheering; “OW! YES! OW! HARDER! OW! MORE!”
After a good full three minutes, Harry paused. He massaged her red and welt-covered bum while he spoke. “A naughty little witch who says vile things about her boyfriend needs to be punished. I should spank your bottom ’til you learn your lesson.”
“Oh, Merlin, yes,”she breathed out. “Please make me learn my lesson.”
He pulled her knickers, which were visibly damp from where they had rubbed against her flower, halfway down her thighs. Now that his hand wasn’t holding Hermione’s knickers in place, Harry was free to use both hands to paddle his lover’s bottom. Almost immediately, his hands fell into a rhythm. The instant one hand left her skin, the other smacked her round bottom. He marveled at the sight of her glowing bum as it bounced and jiggled wildly due to the blows. It looked like the sea during a storm.
Hermione was so excited that she was hissing short, rapid breaths in and out through gritted teeth. Also, Harry could feel her love juices trickling down his leg and staining the sheets.
A few minutes later, Hermione’s bottom took on the appearance of a smooth, polished, and very red ruby.
“Oh, God, Harry; Iwant you,” she groaned out. Her voice was husky with lust.
Even though ‘Harry, Jr.’ was more than willing to take the task, the organ was painfully hard, Harry wanted to toy with Hermione a bit longer.
“Naughty little witches often don’t get what they want,” he said with mirth.
“WHAT?” Hermione’s head snapped back and she stared daggers at him for his defiance.
Looking directly at her spiteful stare with a wicked twinkle in his eyes, Harry gave Hermione another painful spank. Her face lit up and her mean expression turned into a begging one in the blink of an eye.
“Please,” she said pitifully. “I need you.”
“Oh, no, you hurt me with your words and I’m still mad at you,” he said evenly. “And since you’re being punished,” he spanked her. “I think I won’t give in.”
Tears of frustration practically flowed from Hermione’s brown-green eyes. They grew wide with desire and need. It gave her a desperate look. Harry found himself loving the sense of temporary power her desperation gave him.
Harry remembered that he had been originally put off by Courtney’s suggestion about taking control every once in a while. But now that he had Hermione begging him for a shag, he made amental note to properly thank the Auror trainee.
“Damn it, Harry, take me right now!” Hermione demanded desperately.
“Um…” Harry paused and pretended to mull over her request. “No,” he said curtly and slapped her bright red bum.
Hermione shouted arather naughty word in disappointment.
“Such harsh language,” reprimanded Harry, and gave her another swat which caused her to curse again. With another spank, Hermione buried her face in the bed sheets and growled loudly.
“Oh, my poor bad little witch,” Harry playfully mocked as he gently rubbed her sore backside. “She’s all dripping. My bad witch wants it bad. Doesn’t she?”
Even though he could not see her face, Harry was positive that Hermione was rolling her eyes with annoyance at this question. With achuckle in his voice, he repeated the question. “The naughty little witch wants it, doesn’t she?”
To punctuate the fact that he wanted her to answer, Harry gave Hermione’s left bum-cheek astrong squeeze.
“Oh, yes give it to me,” Hermione said in a passionless voice. “Make me scream. Cum inside me. Blah. Blah. Blah.”
As punishment for not playing along, Harry gave her bottom three hard swats.
“Oh, yes! Give it to me!” Hermione cried out, this time, very passionately.
Smiling like the cat that ate the canary, Harry said “No.”
“Har-r-ry,” Hermione moaned pitifully. “Give it to me.”
“Okay,” Harry caved. “A little.”
“How are you going to give me ‘a little’?” she asked, once again looking over her shoulder.
“Like this,” he answered and slid his hand down between her glowing cheeks. He pushed his middle finger into her sopping folds.
“Oh,” she breathed out. “That’s how.”
While he stimulated Hermione with his fingers, Harry kept his other hand busy by spanking her bum at random intervals. A few minutes and a fairly loud orgasm later, a very satisfied Hermione gasped for breath on Harry’s lap. Wriggling her tummy against his erection, Hermione purred “We should take care of that.”
“That’s a good idea,” Harry agreed. “I’m up for a blow job.”
“My, aren’t we all demanding tonight,” she said with a wicked smile.
“There are better things to do with your mouth right now besides talking,” Harry stated impishly while pointing to the bulge in his pants.
“Okay, I’ll do it only if you keep talking to me like that,” she requested.
“Does my naughty little witch want to give ‘Harry, Jr.’ a tongue massage?” he asked.
“That’ll work,”Hermione said and slipped off of Harry’s lap. She moved slowly and gingerly because of her obviously sore bum. With a pleasant hiss, Hermione knelt between Harry’s knees.
While Hermione tugged down Harry’s trousers, he asked “Did you want me to talk dirty in something like a play by play? You know, something like ‘That’s it, free my willy and give it a kiss.'”
“Whatever you feel like saying, Harry,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Okay,” he smiled. “How about the naughty little witch giving me a squeeze…”
For the next few minutes, Hermione gave her lover a very energetic hummer. She seemed encouraged by Harry’s dirty comments, such as; “My, you look awfully pretty with that in your mouth” and”Do my balls feel good on your chin?” All the while, Hermione blushed furiously, clearly turned on by his efforts in dirty talk.
After he finished- and Hermione swallowed, Harry asked the heavens “What great deed did I do to get such a naughty witch as a present?”

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Harry Potter – Part 1 – The Burrow Again

A devastating summer had left Harry empty inside, He felt like he had lost everything. Sirius was dead. He could barely believe it, yet here he was, lying on the bed next to Ron, in his room at the Burrow, with absolutely no family in the world.
“Ron?” he said quietly, “you still awake?”
“Mmm” muttered Ron into his pillow.
It was nearing midnight and Ron was clearly tired. Harry had been thinking about Cho ; after losing Sirius, he had contemplated trying to patch things up with her. He desperately craved intimacy with a girlfriend and he had broken things up with her only a few months ago
“Do you think I was right to break up with Cho?”
“Hmm yeah,” murmured Ron
“It’s so unfair, neither of us have had sex yet” said Harry
“What? Yeah, but I’m sure our time will come soon” replied Ron, now sounding a lot more awake
“I could try and get back together with her”
“What, just to fuck her? You’re wasting your time, we need to try something different- rather than looking for a relationship, why not try and find girls who are willing to just have casual sex”
“Be realistic Ron. Where are we going to find those kind of girls? Young witches seem so uptight, that plan has no chance of working”
“But what if we have sex with them, even if they are unwilling?”
“What you mean like rape?”
“Well in a way, but I’m sure there are some spells we could use that would convince them to do it voluntarily, or even just wipe their memories…”
“That does sound appealing…”
“Come on, let’s give it a go! Let’s try and fuck as many girls as possible next year!”
“Ron, keep it down, the whole house will hear! ”
“Muffliato” said Ron, pointing his wand at his door. Harry knew this meant they could talk as loudly as they wanted now.
“Listen,” said Ron, “Teenage years are supposed to be the best of your life! Doing stuff which doesn’t really matter, all these flings will just be fun now and have few repercussions in the future. We can do this mate! It will be such a great year”
“Yeah, but we can’t afford to neglect school work, and remember Dumbledore told me I have some special task to do this year.”
“Hey , remember that book I found in Knockturn Alley? Spells to Seduce? I’m sure that book will be perfect! Let’s go tomorrow and buy it!”
“Good idea Ron, next year is going to be great”
Harry dozed off to sleep, wondering whether their plan would suceed.
_______________________________________________________________________________________
Having purchased the book the next day, they returned home to find Hermione in the kitchen, talking to Ginny , Fleur and Bill.
Fleur and Bill had decided to come and spend the last three days of the summer holidays with the Weasley family and Hermione usually came down to the Burrow a couple of days before school
Ron quickly hid the book under the staircase, before they both went to greet the newcomers.
“Harry! Ron!” screamed Hermione, positively beaming when she saw them both, her golden shoulder length hair shimmered in the sunlight. She hugged them both, before Fleur came and gave them a tight squeeze.
“We need to have a talk upstairs,” muttered Hermione and she ran off upstairs to Ron’s room
Ron grabbed the book before they made their way upstairs
“She’s somehow looking even hotter now!” said Ron, as they stumbled upstairs
Harry knew what Ron was saying was true, but he also knew that Ron had always loved Hermione and so decided he wouldn’t go after her.
“We don’t exactly have any test subjects yet, we should wait to use this book until we get to school, right?”
Ron through the book into his trunk, but Harry had no intention to follow his friend’s command.
The three of them then spoke together, discussing their plans for the forthcoming year. Hermione rushed to Ginny’s room when Harry mentioned that OWL results were coming tomorrow, clearly worried. Ron was tired and said he was going to bed. Moments later, he was snoring.
Harry crept over to Ron’s trunk and took the book out. He opened it to the first page. The spell there was labelled “memoriam vinco.”
“Use this spell on a subject to claim their memory and alter it to what you want them to believe about reality. This can be used to make people believe that they are already sexually involved with you and will be yours until the counter curse, “memoriam dedo” is used”
Harry realised this would be perfect and quickly put the book back in Ron’s trunk and hurried out into the hallway. He had already made up his mind not to go for Hermione, and seeing as she was with Ginny, she too was off the cards for tonight.
Suddenly he heard a noise from downstairs. He crept down the stairs to see Fleur by the fridge, making some milk. Although she looked very tired and her hair was disheveled, there was an air of radiance about her. Being part veela meant her incredible beauty was permanent. She wore a tight t-shirt which hugged her slender body and pronounced her massive D-cup tits. The only other garment she was wearing was pink, silk knickers. Her legs looked smooth and slim.
Harry felt his cock twitch in his jeans. Without thinking, he withdrew his wand and cast “Muffliato” on the room, before whispering the spell “memoriam vinco.”
For a moment, Fleur’s eyes were glazed, before she returned to normal and carried on with what she was doing. Harry was confused at first, but was sure the spell had been cast. He walked into the kitchen and decided to see her reaction and judge what had happened.
As she saw him, she smiled and sauntered over to him. She kissed his cheek and Harry felt the spot burning with passionate fire
“My love,” she said, “What are you doing out of our bed? Aren’t we going to fuck again?”
Harry was taken aback by this and realised the spell had worked. Her memory had been altered such that she now believed she and Harry were in a relationship.
Still nervous, Harry stammered, “How about right here?”
Barely believing his luck, Fleur removed her t-shirt, revealing a set of perfect boobs. They were large and perky, with beautiful brown areolas and nipples of perfect size. Harry was motionless for a while before, Fleur smiled and squeezed his crotch, and yanked his jeans down, revealing a massive tent in his boxers.
Harry’s cock was normally a solid 7 inches, but seeing this angel, his cock was throbbing so hard he thought it would explode and it felt at least another inch longer!
Regaining control, Harry placed one arm on the small of Fleur’s back and the other on her head, pulling her in for a kiss. Their tongues battled each other inside their mouths; Fleur’s lips seemed to be moist the perfect amount and the intense snogging was sending Harry into a new realm of ecstasy.
He began to fondle her breasts, placing her down on the table. She moaned with pleasure as Harry began to playfully bite both nipples. He moved down her, kissing her taut stomach, eliciting further moans of enjoyment from Fleur. Before pulling her panties down, he started by kissing her feet, sucking on her toes. Then, kissing his way up one leg, and slowly rubbing his hand up the other, he moved to her thighs, which were hot with sexual arousal. Unable to contain himself any longer, he pulled the silk material off her and stared at her pussy. There was a small triangle of blonde hair, neatly trimmed, above her vagina. Her clit was hard and her pussy was already soaking. Harry wasted no time, and began to lick her all around, circling her clit, before sticking it in. He inserted one finger, then two, as he continued to focus on her clit. He found a spot which seemed to pleasure he the most and began to vibrate his fingers rapidly over it, on the walls of her pussy. Within moments, she was writhing in pure pleasure and with a scream, was sent over the edge, and began to squirt sweet juices all over Harry’s face.
Harry eagerly lapped them up, their enticing aroma captivated his senses. After recovering her breath, she sighed and sat up and smiled as she pulled off the rest of Harry’s clothes.
“Wow,” she said, “that was even better than last night.”
After what seemed like an eternity, she pulled his boxers down and began rubbing his manhood. Her hands were fairly small, but she was clearly a pro, her highly skilled fingers were dexterous and nearly sent him over the edge instantly. She rubbed his shaft and caressed his balls and his cock felt on fire. She then licked the tip, her cold saliva sent Harry into glorious agony as it combined with his burning dick. She went on to take the whole thing in her mouth, right down her throat, not gagging for one second, even as her nose nestled in his pubic hair.
Harry grabbed the back of her head and began pumping his dick even further down her throat. Harry’s balls slapped rapidly against her chin but she incredibly was able to cope with this and even began to rub her tongue all over Harry’s cock despite the high speed he was devastating her mouth at.
Eventually, she forced him off her and lay down on the nearby couch. Harry lay over her, still reeling from the first ever blow job he had received…and now he was about to lose his proper virginity to a goddess!
He slowly eased his cock into Fleur’s pussy. He knew Bill must have fucked her many times before, but she was incredibly tight. At last, he managed to insert his entire dick into her pussy, and held it there for a minute or so, adjusting to the sheer grip of her pussy on his penis. Her legs were wrapped around his bum and he once again, placed his face into her large tits and suckled on them.
Once ready, he began to thrust in and out, increasing his pace with each motion, until eventually he was fucking her so fast, her tits were bouncing all over the place. They both moaned with carnal pleasure and Harry stuck his tongue into her mouth again.
His abs couldn’t cope with the speed of the fucking he was giving her, so he paused for a moment, and picked her up, off the couch and placed her between the fridge and him. Grabbing her ass, he recommenced driving his dick in her pussy and started to smack her ass with his hands. He went on to fondle her bum with his left hand but started inserting fingers into her asshole with the other, which led her to groan into his mouth in pleasure as they snogged.
At last, Harry couldn’t hold on any longer and pushed her off him. He turned around and leaned against the fridge as Fleur fell to her knees. He began to jerk off rapidly, but she slapped his hands off and grabbed his cock again, expertly taking it down her throat a few more times, whilst applying pressure to his balls. This sent him over the edge and he exploded streams of cum just after she removed her mouth from his dick. His spunk splashed all over her, coating her hair, eyes, nose, lips and boobs, with hot, sticky streams of cum.
She gathered it all together with her hands and swallowed the entire load, before rising to her feet again and kissing him passionately.
Harry almost blacked out there and then, but managed to regain his composure and stood on his feet, swaying from side to side.
“That was amazing honey, ” Fleur gasped, “I’ll bring the milk up to bed for us in a minute,” she said.
Harry rushed up the stairs, casting the memoriam dedo spell and sped into his bed.
He couldn’t wait to tell Ron what had happened, but collapsed as soon as he lay down.
The boy who lived had finally had sex and as he fell onto his bed, he realised that the next year at Hogwarts, was going to be amazing!
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Adventures with Hannah: Chapter 3, part 2

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I was the last one to wake up of the three of us. When I came to I saw Hannah and Abby, huddled together a few feet from me, whispering.
“How’d everyone sleep?” I yawned.
“Good, we’ve just been chatting about last night,” Hannah replied. “Abby wants to suck your cock again.” That was welcome news.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I told her that I suck you dry every morning, so she doesn’t want your routine to be interrupted.”
“How considerate of her,” I joked, smiling broadly at Abby.
“Yeah,” Hannah agreed, “but let’s let her do it instead of me. She needs the practice.” I had no arguments here, so I made myself comfortable and smiled.
Abby smiled, “okay, this time is going to be really good. Hannah’s been giving me some pointers.” She unzipped the sleeping bag and threw the flap back, revealing my bare legs and boxer shorts. My hard on was obvious, and Abby gripped my shaft firmly. I grunted, smiling at both of them, and wondered if she’d learned any new tricks. Abby roused and prepared me by stroking my cock through my boxers, letting the gentle friction of the fabric arouse and pleasure me. I saw Hannah move in close and start whispering. I couldn’t hear but it was obviously directions for Abby, who peeled back my underwear and freed my cock. She smiled and gripped it again, rubbing my flesh with force, and opened her mouth.
Hannah continued to direct, and Abby was under orders to perform a long and thorough blowjob. This meant starting slow, licking all over but not taking me in just yet. Abby’s tongue tickled every inch of me before being directed to my balls. Here Abby was lost, unsure of how firm to be and where to aim her tongue. Hannah offered more advice but didn’t once lead by example, letting Abby learn as she went, and I was happy to be her test subject. She tongued my balls awkwardly and seemed relieved to return her attention to my cock.
Finally she got the green light from Hannah to take me into her mouth. Abby’s sweet lips parted, barely wide enough to fit me, and my head was engulfed. I bucked with pleasure. At this point Hannah gently placed her hand on Abby’s head and guided her motion up and down my cock, while simultaneously informing her of how to swirl her tongue, when to pull off and when to hold me in. She taught Abby the importance of saliva, you really can never get a blowjob that is too wet, and how to suction her lips around my shaft and truly suck. After a few minutes of instruction, all wonderful, Hannah told Abby she was ready to do it on her own. With a little bit of over the top theatrics, Hannah sat back and said aloud, with hands raised, “now suck his cock!”
Abby did, and Abby was a fast learner. Her second blowjob was many times better than her first, and I envied the lucky bastard who would receive these from her once she had really gotten the hang of it. Abby made sloppy sucking sounds, soaking my cock with plenty of slick saliva, and bobbed on me lovingly. She was able to slide further down on me than last night, not anywhere near the neighborhood of deep throating, but the pleasure was noticeably more intense. I felt the tip of my cock brush up against the back of her mouth at her deepest. I wondered if Hannah had imparted any wisdom about how to handle fitting a cock in her throat or if that was too much for this lesson.
Hannah held Abby’s hair as she sucked harder. I gyrated my hips and tried to eek out every ounce of pleasure from each downward suck of Abby’s fabulous young mouth. Hannah reached and gently cupped my balls, and smiled at me as she felt them tighten with an impending orgasm. I would soon find out if Abby learned anything about how to handle my cum load. Last night she hadn’t had much success, leaking and losing most of my cum. This morning wasn’t much different. I had restocked over the night, and this morning I injected Abby with a torrent of thick cum.
My cock pumped and fired, spraying into Abby’s mouth. She held strong, apparently determined to have a better showing than last night. The waves kept coming, thick wads spurting and coating her mouth. I watched with joy as her cheeks filled and her little throat made quick and repeated swallowing attempts. Still, the flow of my cum forced her to lose containment. A flood a cloudy white cum sprang from her bottom lip and rolled down the side of my cock. Hannah slid her finger to the base of my cock and gathered a helping for herself. She sucked her finger sweetly, winking at me, while Abby still struggled to swallow and hold me in.
My cum load was finished but Abby still held me in her mouth, letting me feel the sweet pleasures of her mouth contracting and squeezing as she swallowed. She finally let me loose and looked with wide eyes at the sloppy mess she’d created.
“Fuck, you cum a lot. I don’t know how you handle it all, Hannah.”
“I don’t,” Hannah admitted, “I can never swallow his whole load. But I keep trying.” The two laughed at this and shared a cummy kiss.
A voice from outside our tent but very near startled us. “Alright sleepy kids, get up, we’re cooking and we’ve got a lot going on today.”
“Oh fuck,” Hannah rushed to cover me in case anyone popped in. Abby reached for a t-shirt and began cleaning her face, moving to another corner of the tent so as not to look like she had slept with us. Luckily, the intruder did not open the tent, just rattled the outside and instructed us to get up.
We joined the rest of the family, each of us smiling broadly, and enjoyed breakfast. The day ahead was packed with activities and I hoped the three of us wouldn’t be too tired for some fun later. The first activity was a long hike with most of the family, with a picnic in the woods. By the time we returned everyone was tired and the group consensus was that we could all use a dip in the lake.
To my combined joy and dismay, this meant both Hannah and Abby changed into their bathing suits. Hannah once again strangled her tits in the tiny light blue bikini top but also emerged wearing a matching bottom that squeezed her and drove me crazy. She had obviously bought a suit a few sizes too small because her luscious pussy lips were clearly visible, squeezed tight and looking juicy through the fabric, and the little back side of the suit was too small to stay properly on her ass. Even though it was a regular bikini bottom, the fabric squeezed and slid and barely escaped her ass crack, turning a respectable two piece into a breath taking thong. I was worried that once wet, there was no chance the top that was barely hanging onto Hannah’s luscious mounds would hold them back any longer. I daydreamed about Hannah’s tits bursting free, soaking wet… Maybe Hannah was always this comfortable and open around her family, because no one seemed as shocked as I by her bikini.
Abby suit was more respectable but still stunning. Also a bikini, this red and white number fit her properly, which meant it was also fantastic. Her tits were held in place, not that they needed much holding up, and stood proudly from her chest. The curvature of her tight ass was highlighted perfectly by the smooth fitting bottom, and I couldn’t believe I had explored that body so thoroughly the night before. Just about the entire family proceeded to the lake, most everyone else in much more conservative bathing attire, and everyone looked forward to Uncle Ted and Aunt Lilly’s new boat.
The afternoon was full of swimming, splashing, and flirting. To my surprise, Hannah’s tits did not spring free like I expected, but they did glisten radiantly and I stayed in the water most of the time to hide my noticeable hard on. Each time Hannah and Abby playfully wrestled or splashed they looked at me, knowing I was drooling over them, and giggled. Eventually, Abby said she needed some relaxation and would be sunning herself for a while. Hannah said that was a good idea, but I held her back.
“Babe,” I stopped her.
“Yeah Shane?”
“Let’s sneak off somewhere, just us.”
“What?”
“C’mon,” I pleaded, “I have to fuck you. You’re outrageously sexy. Let me fuck that body.”
Hannah smiled and nodded. We both emerged from the water and Hannah quickly thought up an excuse.
“We’re… going to get some sun block. Be right back.” Abby smiled knowingly at us and mouthed the words “have fun.”
Hannah and I quickly trotted off the small beach and made our way up a winding path back towards camp. Soon, I pulled her off the trail and led her into the woods.
“Where are we going?” she questioned.
“You’ll see,” I said, pushing through undergrowth until I found the spot. “This should do.”
Hannah giggled. “Wow,” she said.
“Well, we can’t go back to the camp, your grandparents are there.”
“You’re right, you’re right.” Hannah stood for a moment, obscured by trees and bushes, looking down from a small cliff back toward the beach. Her family frolicked and played, and Hannah was about to be fucked.
I was beyond control with desire, and I treated Hannah rough. “Come here,” I commanded, pulling her by the arm. She stood before me, knowing I was going to violate her, and she whimpered.
“Be gentle,” she begged. I said nothing, reaching up and tugging once on her top. The thin piece fell easily and her full and beautiful tits popped free. They stared at me, two gorgeous mounds with hard little nipples, until I lunged forward and began sucking them ferociously. Hannah moaned, then quickly looked to make sure we wouldn’t be heard. I gathered her in, sucked hard on her tits, and fondled her ass roughly with both hands.
My cock was throbbing and Hannah massaged it through my trunks. I moved my hands up to her neck and shoulders and forced her down to her knees. She knelt motionless as I pulled my cock from my shorts and slapped it down heavily on her face.
“Open your mouth,” I commanded, and Hannah complied. Forgoing all foreplay, I aimed my cock directly at her throat and thrust. Hannah closed her eyes and eased her throat open, pushing her head onto me. I grabbed the back of her head with one hand and guided her down until her nose was pushed up against my stomach. Roughly, I began fucking her throat. Hannah gagged loudly, a sound I’ve come to love, and began squeezing her own tits. I grunted as I plowed her throat, feeling it give to my force and envelop my cock. Hannah never looked more beautiful than when she was gagging on my cock, and I stared deeply into her pleading eyes as I forced my meat into her soft throat.
Round and full, and clearly in view sticking well out behind Hannah, was Hannah’s voluptuous ass. Seeing it jiggle as I drove Hannah’s face onto me reminded me of how much I loved fucking Hannah’s heavenly asshole. In the weeks since our first night together, Hannah and I engaged in some anal play. I was practically obsessed with anal and while I knew it turned her on, I wasn’t sure if Hannah actually got much pleasure from it, so our anal exploits had been limited up to this point.
Roughly I pulled her off my cock, Hannah moaned loudly as she finally got to breathe, and I pulled her to her feet by the back of her head. I led her to a tree and told her to grab hold. Hannah did and I pulled her hips out, angling her so her triumphant ass was protruding as far out as possible. I pulled Hannah’s bikini bottom down and roughly pushed her legs apart. My throbbing cock brushed up against her soft ass cheeks and desire pulsed through me. I grabbed her hips roughly, using my thumbs to spread her supple ass, and I nestled my cock up against her clenched asshole. My cock had been well moistened by Hannah’s throat but we hadn’t any lube to ease the upcoming insertion. I considered diving down and bury my tongue in her, like I so loved, but I was too overwhelmed with lust to bear waiting any longer. I pushed my hips forward.
“Ahhh!” Hannah screamed loudly. I worried it must have been audible on the beach below and Hannah turned her head and bit her upper arm to silence herself. Her asshole had only given millimeters, barely clenched around just the tip of my cock, but already I could feel how rough this fuck was going to be. I flexed my legs and pushed further, pulling at Hannah’s hips as I did, stretching her ass to the width of my swollen cock. Hannah was whimpering but she didn’t say stop, and I don’t know if I would have even if she did.
The friction was intense. Hannah’s ass had a vice grip on the head of my cock and with each thrust it squeezed tighter. The heat and friction was like nothing I’d ever felt before and Hannah’s ass must having been burning with pain. I engaged in one long thrust and finally broke through some unseen barrier, be it physical in Hannah’s ass or psychological in her mind, and her magnificent ass accepted me. It was still incredibly tight, and when my cock reached its deepest point it was wrapped in heat so blazing I almost couldn’t handle it, but I had found my heaven. Hannah was beside herself, her legs seemed weak and her arms trembled to hold her up against the tree.
I leaned forward, pressing my chest up against her back, and whispered how much I cared about her into her ear. Hannah only winced and sighed, my cock inching deeper as I leaned in. I slid one had up off her hip and took her breasts in my hand. They overflowed my grasp and I kneaded them gently, eliciting soft sighs of pleasure from Hannah.
After fondling her breasts and kissing her neck and back, I stood back up to start my assault. At this point Hannah’s ass had held me in, deep, and had gotten all the chance I was going to give it to be comfortable with my invasion. I again gripped her hips tightly and began to pull halfway out. The air outside must have been 85 degrees, but after the heat of Hannah’s ass, it felt like a freezer blast on my exposed shaft. Hannah moaned and swore while I retreated, and down right shouted when I plunged back in.
I began this fucking with slow, deep strokes. Hannah swore and panted, grimacing each time my cock bottomed out. The pleasure was surreal, and I imagined myself slowly pumping Hannah’s ass for the rest of my life. But the pumps soon sped up, transitioning from strokes to thrusts, slamming Hannah’s ass cheeks against my skin with a loud slapping sound. A constant stream of animalistic grunts and growls I’d never heard before escaped Hannah’s mouth.
“Uhh…ahhh….nuhhhhhh…” she moaned. I thought I might have heard her trying to say ‘no’ but Hannah was incapable of forming words. Her body quaked and trembled so much that I think she was only holding herself up by shear will alone. I pulled at Hannah’s cheeks, spreading her and finding new depths. Hannah’s ass positively burned and I wondered how she could possibly feel any pleasure with what must have been intense pain.
With each inward slam I sent a concussive wave through Hannah’s body. When I hit bottom her ass and tits shook violently, a true sight to behold. Hannah’s body was that perfect point, neither fat nor thin, and each time we fucked I found the little shakes and bounces of her soft skin on her ass, stomach, hips, legs, and tits incredibly sexy and endearing. I couldn’t decide which I liked more: watching her bounce on my cock, or watching her shake as my cock impaled her.
I was nearing orgasm, the second one of the day. The first had been in sweet Abby’s warm teenage mouth. Abby was breath taking, a goddess, and I imagined her having an ass so tight that this kind of fucking would be down right criminal. As much as I was loving this weekend and exploring Abby, I knew as my cum boiled that Hannah was the woman for me. It may seem crass or perverted, but with my cock absolutely buried in Hannah’s ass, I was positive she was my personal goddess.
With one hand I gathered a clump of Hannah’s hair and pulled back. Her head rose and her back arched down, opening her ass to me like never before. My final push landed deeper and hotter than either of us imagined. Hannah screamed and I moaned with her. I held my cock there, letting the deep warmth and the writhing of each tiny muscle in Hannah’s ass work me to orgasm.
My cum launched from me and landed in some deep and unspeakable part of Hannah’s bowels. She could feel me filling her ass and for the first time I heard her say something that sounded like ‘yes.’ I continued to shotgun loads of cum into her and I could feel it backing up and forming a swirling vortex of cum around my cock. Hannah’s ass was full, between cock and cum every nook and cranny had been filled, and Hannah moaned a low sound that I knew from experience meant deep and thorough pleasure. My spent cock ached, suffocated by Hannah’s ever tight and clenching anus, but I never wanted to leave.
After minutes of savoring, both Hannah and I shaking, swearing, and sighing, I slowly pulled my cock from her ass. Hannah fell to her knees when I escaped and screamed one final time. My spent cock hung limp, still engorged but exhausted.
When Hannah had regained enough strength to dress and walk we hobbled back to camp, supporting each other as we went. When we reached our tent Hannah kissed me deeply and crushed her body into mine. Between kisses she told me how great it was, how she loved it. She never exactly said it felt good, I was still unsure if it did, but she made it clear she wanted my cock to violate her ass again and again.
An afternoon of lazy fun in the sun commenced. Hannah was exhausted, and after returning to the beach and the rest of the family, she spent most of the afternoon relaxing and tanning. Abby had a big grin on her face, not know exactly what we’d done but certain that we’d had some real fun. I took a private swim myself, letting the cool water wash over me and refresh my muscles, and I saw Hannah and Abby chatting on the beach. I noticed Abby’s shocked expression and assumed Hannah was relaying the details of a penetrating ass fuck.
Upon returning to camp, the three of us decided we could all use showers. Hannah and I gathered our things, heading for separate showers unfortunately, and headed down. The women’s shower was free but the men’s was occupied, so I trudged back up to our tent to wait my turn.
Abby hadn’t expected me to return. When I unzipped the tent flap I heard some clumsy rustling inside, and looking in I saw Abby wrapped in a sheet. Her face was bright red and she wore an embarrassed smile.
“What’s going on in here?” I asked, entering and zipping the flap behind me.
“Nnn… nothing,” she peeped, and I knew she was lying. I reached and tugged at the sheet. The thin fabric fell and I saw Abby, sitting sheepishly, her perky tits exposed with nipples standing straight out, and one of her hands buried between her legs. I smiled wide, and Abby giggled.
“Well obviously something was going on.”
“Yeah,” she shrugged, “I was thinking about what Hannah told me. About you. About…”
“About this,” I said, sliding my trunks down to my knees. My cock was half swollen, hanging as I stood. Abby smiled.
“Uh-huh,” she said, reaching her free hand up to cradle my cock. I stepped closer to her, standing almost up right in the center of the tent, so she could firmly grasp my cock. Both her hands began moving, one slowly massaging my growing erection, the other continuing between her legs. She spread slightly and I saw her hand resting in her crotch, her middle finger disappearing inside her juicy pussy.
“So, tell me about it,” I urged her.
“Hmmm, well, I was thinking about how you were rough with her.” Abby closed her eyes, imaging the scene from the woods. “And, uhhh, and how you fucked her, um, you fucked her…”
“I fucked her ass,” I said proudly. As the words left my mouth Abby groaned and rocked on her finger. “You like thinking about my cock in Hannah’s ass?”
“Ohhh,” she cried, her hand squeezing her delicious pussy and pushing her finger deeper. “Yeah, oh yeah.” She tried her best to keep stroking me but she was clearly focused on her own pleasure.
“Do you ever think about getting fucked in the ass?” I asked. Abby shook her head.
“I, uhhhh, I think about it, but I could never, ahhhhh, never do it. I haven’t even had sex yet.” She was right, Abby was so tight and inexperienced that she was not near ready to explore anal sex. Then again, so was Hannah during our first time…
“I have an idea,” I said, and Abby finally opened her eyes and looked up at me.
“You’re not fucking my ass, Shane,” Abby warned.
I laughed. “No, don’t worry. Just, here.” I took Abby’s hand and laid down next to her, on my back. “How about you suck my cock, and straddle your beautiful pussy over my face while you do it.”
Abby smiled. “69? Okay.” With that she repositioned, spreading herself over me and lowering gently onto my waiting mouth. She gasped as I slowly melted into her folds, savoring her flavor, and began massaging her hot pussy with my tongue. Abby leaned forward and gripped my cock, extending her tongue and teasing the tip. Her pussy was still firmly on my mouth, but as Abby leaned forward I watched in absolute amazement as her sexy ass slowly parted. For the first time I saw Abby’s virgin, teenage asshole, a creamy pink opening no wider than a pencil. I yearned for it, remembering fondly the first time my cock pushed Hannah’s insanely tight asshole open.
Abby smothered my cock with her mouth. She had clearly taken a liking to sucking cock and with each time she was trying to suck better than the last. Her warm little mouth was fantastic, eagerly slurping and sucking. I continued to eat Abby’s pussy, driving her to moan in pleasure on my cock, but I could never take my eyes off of Abby’s remarkable asshole. I watched as it clenched and relaxed, minor twitches, as she rocked on my face. Soon I couldn’t take the temptation any longer.
My hands slid up and took firm grasp of Abby’s ass. She still sucked happily, meeting the slight thrusting of my hips with long downward strokes of her mouth. She was getting me deeper than before, nestling my cock up against the precipice of her throat before sliding it back out. Slowly, my tongue made the short journey from Abby’s pussy, wriggling through warm and juicy folds, to her untouched ass. I heard a stifled yelp when the tip of my tongue first contacted her hole, and I held it steady there for a moment to let Abby relax.
She did, slowing her sucking down in anticipation. I wiggled my tongue and began circling her tiny hole, tickling the taught skin. Abby squealed and moaned and finally pulled off my cock. Soon I licked feverishly, soaking the outside surface of her asshole, and Abby whispered quietly, telling me to “lick my butthole.”
I did, I licked it passionately. Soon I pushed my tongue, struggling to slip it in, and began to caress the inner walls of her anus. Abby yelped and rocked back, sitting on my face now, and moaned constantly as I gently tongue-fucked her ass. She tasted great, Hannah always did also, and her asshole twitched with each plunge. My tongue was suffocated, unable to even push all the way in. My cock was straining, ready to explode, and I needed release.
I eased my exploration some, felt Abby relax, and used one hand on her back to guide her back down to my cock. She obliged, taking me back into her warm and moaning mouth. As she did her asshole was exposed again, wet and glistening. My hand remained on her back, keeping her sucking, while my other migrated towards her delectable hole. I swirled the surface with my pinky finger and Abby squealed loudly on my cock. She was trying to focus on sucking, but the anal pleasure was distracting her. I thrust my hips harder to get the full use of her mouth, and I gently pushed my pinky against her hole. The resistance was unreal. Abby was screaming now, stifled by my cock, and she yelped when my finger finally breeched her defenses. My pinky poked in, strangled by her asshole, only as deep as the nail, but the sensation sent Abby into convulsions, and it brought me to orgasm.
Abby was screaming on my cock and was unprepared to handle a load. My cum erupted and engorged her mouth. I heard her gag and choke as cum stuffed her throat and stifled her moans. She gurgled and pull off, my cock still spewing cum skyward. Abby coughed and choked, cum dripping from her mouth, as thick rockets landed on her cheeks and chin. I didn’t push Abby’s ass any further, knowing she couldn’t handle much, but I finished by devouring her sweet asshole one final time. Abby didn’t even bother trying to clean up my cum, she just laid above me and sighed, trying to take it all in.
When we had both caught our breath I asked, “Abby, would you like to see me fuck Hannah’s ass?”
Abby nodded sharply and said, “that would be so fucking hot.” It would be and I hoped we’d find time for it before the fast evaporating weekend closed.
After a few minutes, Abby and I managed to clean up enough to make our way to the showers. As we did we met Hannah, who informed me the men’s shower was free. I continued to the bath house but Hannah and Abby stopped to chat. I wondered if Abby would tell Hannah about what just happened and how Hannah would feel about it. I knew she would be okay with Abby and I having some fun, but I wondered how she would feel about me anally exploring her cousin.
After showers and dinner, the family spent most of the night together around the fire. It was the last night of the trip, we’d be leaving tomorrow sometime in the afternoon, so it was a big camp fire party. Hannah’s family was a lot of fun and I enjoyed the party, but my mind kept wandering to Hannah and Abby. Hannah had told me that we would make love with Abby and it would be her first time. I assumed tonight would be the night and anticipating such an event was making the party drag on forever. Alas the party bore on until midnight, and not wanting to leave suspiciously early, the three of us stayed and spent some quality time with the family. The entire time we winked and smiled at each other and when the party finally dispersed we three were seething with pent up desire.
When the three of us reached our private campsite, holding hands and giggling, Hannah finally spoke up. “I heard about what you did,” she said to me, Abby smiling wide. Hannah feigned anger but was licking her lips and squeezing my arm with lust as she spoke. “You licked my cousin’s ass? Huh, you violated my teenage cousin?”
I just shrugged. “She seemed to enjoy it.”
Hannah glared at Abby before dropping the act and blowing a kiss. “Yeah, you’re just turning this whole family into sluts aren’t you?”
I pulled Hannah close to me and motioned to Abby to join us. She grabbed Hannah around the waste and rested her head on Hannah’s shoulder. “No,” I said, staring deeply into Hannah, “just you two beautiful angels.”
Hannah pushed her lips up for a kiss, which I met, while Abby began sweetly kissing Hannah’s neck. Abby’s hands slid down between us, one fondling my package while the other rubbed Hannah’s pussy through her shorts. I caressed both as much as I could, my hands struggling to take in both these gorgeous women at the same time. My lips alternated between Hannah’s kisses, her supple neck, and Abby’s sweet lips. The mass of us slowly migrated towards the tent but when we reached it Hannah stopped us.
“Let’s do it out here,” she suggested. Abby smiled up at me.
“What? Where?” I asked.
“On the picnic table,” Hannah smiled. “C’mon, it’ll be fun. We’ll be able to see if someone’s coming from way off. Plus, Abby and I already decided on it.”
“When do you two find the time to discuss all this?” I asked rhetorically. Hannah just winked and began leading us to the table. Being the beginning of the camp season the table had been recently refinished, leaving a smooth surface devoid of agonizing splinters. I wondered how many people, if any, had ever fucked on this table before, and if it had ever seen a threesome. I guessed probably not, but then again some wild shit was happening in these woods.
Hannah and Abby had definitely spoken about this before and they seemed to have a choreographed routine prepared. I was happy to play my part. At the edge of the table Abby dropped to her knees and began eagerly pulling both mine and Hannah’s shorts to the ground.
Hannah whispered to me, “fuck me first baby, but save it for Abby.” I nodded, willing to go along with anything these two had in mind. Hannah and I resumed deeply kissing as both of us stood naked from the waste down. Abby looked at us with ravenous desire in her eyes. First she engulfed my cock, sucking furiously. After a few sucks she released and moved to Hannah, who put one leg up on the table bench to open herself. Abby blew a kiss to Hannah, about to taste her cousin’s pussy for the first time, and dove in. Hannah rocked back with pleasure, before placing her hand on the back of Abby’s head and driving her pussy down. Abby was tonguing her with lust like I’d never seen, these two really loved being with each other, and Hannah was quickly panting and moaning. Abby switched gears again, swallowing half my cock, letting Hannah catch her breath. This back and forth continued a few more times, both Hannah and I building to orgasm but being denied release.
“Sit on the table,” Hannah instructed me. “Yeah, now put your feet on the bench.” I did and Hannah climbed upon me. I sat on the table, feet on the bench, and Hannah straddled my towering erection. She slowly came down on me, gasping as my cock impaled her, and wrapped her legs around me. I held her ass firmly with both hands. Abby struggled to help us both removed our shirts and began shedding clothes of her own. Hannah sat for a minute, my cock buried completely within her, before beginning to grind. I loved Hannah’s pussy, fantastically warm and tight, and I wondered if I’d be able to maintain control and not cum before it became Abby’s turn.
Hannah, with guidance from my hands, began bouncing on my cock. She moaned with pleasure as each bounce landed me deep within her. Abby caressed and kissed her back, watching my cock penetrate her cousin. Soon Hannah lifted, pulling off of me, and my cock sprang free from her pussy. I thought this indicated the switch to Abby but Hannah stayed put, hovering over me. My cock was wet and sticky and the night air felt cold on my skin. I felt gentle fingers wrap around my cock and pull it slightly down, and then a new warm and wet opening surround me. Abby was sucking me, slurping at the juices that Hannah had soaked me with. Hannah craned her neck to watch, cooing with deep lust as her cousin sucked my cock. Abby released me and guided my cock back to Hannah’s sweet opening. The fucking resumed, hotter and harder than before. Every dozen thrusts or so Hannah would retreat again and Abby would devour my cock in her mouth.
As the orgy continued, Hannah sat heavily on my cock, pushing it into her velvety depths. My cock was crushed into the deepest recess of her hot pussy. She nibbled at my ear and said, “Shane, fuck my cousin, please fuck her.” I kissed her and told her I would if she wanted me to.
“Oh, yeah, please fuck her for me,” Hannah begged. I lifted Hannah from me and she rolled onto the table. Abby once again moved to suck me but I stopped her, pulling her gently up and leaning down to kiss her. Our tongues danced and she began climbing onto the table herself. Hannah rejoined us and directed me off the table. Then Abby sat at the table’s lengthwise edge and laid back, stark naked and beautiful before us. She laid on her back with her ass at the edge of the table, her legs dangling over.
I leaned down to Abby, our bodies pulsing with heat, and asked her if she was ready. She looked nervous but assured me she wanted this, and Hannah joined us in a three way kiss. I stood back up and told Abby to relax, I would take it slow, and to please tell me how it feels and if I should stop. Abby nodded and watched with wide eyes as I placed my hard cock on the outside of her pussy. No man’s cock had ever been there and, selfishly and unrealistically, I silently wished that this sweet young goddess would be mine forever.
I ran my cock along the outside of Abby’s pussy, her slick juices mingling with Hannah’s, and savored this moment. Hannah watched us, gently rubbing Abby’s chest and stomach and reminding her to relax. I placed the tip of my cock at Abby’s virgin hole and smiled at her as warmly and lovingly as I know how. I gently, agonizingly slowly, pushed forward.
Her pussy lips parted and accepted me, surrounding my cock with warmth. Abby’s mouth opened wide, a long moan punctuated by virgin yelps escaped. I felt Abby’s circumference, not as wide as I, and I felt it stretch to meet the demands of my cock. She was breathing sharply and biting her lip. As my shaft slowly disappeared within Abby began to rock, my cock was stimulating nerves that had never been touched before. I was hesitant to push in all the way but as long as Abby didn’t protest I continued the slow entrance. Soon my cock reached the pinnacle, Abby’s virgin pussy clamped around it, twitching, and I held it here. Abby was moaning and bucking, her pussy refused to relax and strangled my cock.
“How’s that?” Hannah asked, but the reply was only grunts. Hannah smiled at me and moved to the next stage of this preplanned show. She moved her angelic form up and over Abby, facing me, and straddled her cousin’s face. She carefully lowered herself onto Abby’s mouth, using two fingers to spread her pussy open. I watched as Abby reached her tongue upwards and it disappeared in Hannah magnificent pussy. Hannah let out a deep sigh, her eyes fluttering behind closed lids, before leaning to meet me. We kissed and smiled, each of us being pleasured by her divine cousin.
Concentrating on eating Hannah’s pussy, Abby began to relax. Her pussy was still a vice around my cock but the spastic twitches subsided and I decided I could move again. As slowly as when I entered, I began pulling my cock from Abby’s pussy. She moaned loudly into Hannah’s folds as I retreated, and any relaxing she had done was replaced by tense clenching. I only pulled out slightly, not wanting to over stimulate her, before pushing back down again.
Abby was a torrent of screams and cries, luckily all stifled by Hannah’s pussy rocking on her face, as I fucked her tight pussy as slowly and gently as I knew how. Speed and force, while wonderful, were not necessary to great sex. Holding back and being as gentle as possible was driving me wild and the pleasure from each millimeter of Abby’s virgin pussy was overwhelming.
Hannah told me to cum whenever I felt it, not to hold it too long because she wasn’t sure how much Abby could take. I understood, and the desire to flood Abby with cum began boiling up inside me. Hannah reached between Abby’s legs and using her thumb and forefinger, pinched Abby’s pussy lips together along the sides of my cock. Abby absolutely quaked with pleasure and I hoped desperately that she was enjoying herself. We had introduced Abby to sex this weekend and up until now the introduction had been a rousing success. Everything we did Abby enjoyed and she clearly was in a comfort zone with us. I hoped this, her first time, would be a success as well, the thought of Abby recoiling from us and sex because of a traumatic first time was more than I could bear.
I grabbed Abby’s hips and one final time thrust myself into her depths. Abby was breathless now and I doubt she was providing Hannah with much pleasure. Hannah’s fingers gently rubbed the base of my cock and Abby’s pussy lips as my cum began pulsing down my shaft. My thick and sticky load coursed through my cock and began to fill Abby’s heavenly pussy. Hannah matched Abby in moans and was certainly enjoying watching me pump the cum she so loved into another pussy.
My cock flexed and fired repeatedly, soaking Abby like she’d never experienced. She twitched and quivered and her pussy positively devoured my cum. I dumped my entire load into her, holding myself deep and savoring a truly once in a lifetime moment. When my convulsions finally stopped I felt Abby relax, her entire body softened and went limp. Hannah was beside herself panting and squeezing her tits.
I staggered as I tried to withdraw my cock. Abby’s pussy, virgin no longer, had a grip on it tight. I slid free and trembled. Cum began to leak from Abby’s puffy pussy. Hannah acted accordingly, leaning down and gingerly inserting her tongue. Hannah was careful to be gentle as Abby’s swollen pussy didn’t look like it could take much more penetration. Hannah scooped up globs of cum and was sure to use long soft licks to caress her cousin’s throbbing pussy.
We made our way to the tent, the three of us a tangle of kisses and hugs. None of us could believe what had just happened. Abby was basically speechless, and though Hannah and I both wanted to ask her all about it, we decided to let her relax. We fell into the sheets and snuggled like first time lovers. My two beautiful women held each other close and I wrapped an arm around the pair, and a deep sleep washed over us in no time.
When I awoke Abby and I were alone. It was clearly early, shreds of morning light barely blinked into the tent, and Abby was laying on my chest, absent mindedly swirling a finger through my light hair.
“Where’s Hannah?” I asked.
“Hmm, oh, she went to get us breakfast,” Abby said. “Shane, last night was amazing.”
“Really? I mean it was, I loved it, but I didn’t know if you did.”
Abby kissed my chest. “I did. I mean, it hurt some, I won’t lie, but beyond that there was a feeling I can’t even describe. It was wonderful.” I smiled and kissed her forehead, happy to hear this, though the next bit was a little sobering.
“Shane?”
“Yeah?”
“I loved it. And, I don’t want to be with anyone else.”
I was confused. “What about your college guy friend?”
“No,” Abby corrected, “I mean, I don’t ever want to be with anyone else. I want you and Hannah, always.”
“Well listen, I mean, I don’t think that’s really an option.”
Abby nodded slightly. “I know, I mean I’m not trying to suggest anything, I’m just being honest. I wish the three of us could be together, you know, like really be together.” I was touched by what Abby was saying, and it did sound like a marvelous fantasy world, but it was unrealistic, and I hoped the impact Hannah and I had made on this impressionable youngster wouldn’t end up being destructive.
Abby sighed and nestled into me. Moments later Hannah returned, sporting a cornucopia of treats. “C’mon,” she said, kneeling at the opening of the tent.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Well we can’t eat breakfast in bed, silly,” she laughed and motioned for us to get up.
Abby and I put on some clothes and followed Hannah out of the tent. It was very early and the woods were quiet. Hannah led us past the picnic table and into the forest.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” Hannah winked. Usually Hannah and Abby planned any adventures together, but Abby seemed just as confused as I. We continued through the woods until we were quite far from camp and definitely alone. Hannah carried a picnic basket and eventually led us to a small stream.
“Perfect,” she exclaimed and she turned to smile at us. She pulled a blanket out of the basket and spread it a few feet from the stream edge. Abby helped her pull breakfast goodies out of the basket and spread them out. Hannah had collected a few doughnuts, little boxes of cereal, single servings of milk, juice boxes, and a healthy looking cantaloupe. I knelt down to join them but Hannah stopped me.
“Ah ah, you stand there,” she commanded. I looked quizzically at her but she insisted. Abby seemed uncertain but stayed silent. Hannah took out a knife and split the cantaloupe in half. The melon was ripe and juicy. She set half aside and said it was mine, the other half they would share.
“Shane, do you think we’re sexy?” Hannah asked with pouting eyes. Abby joined in, kneeling next to Hannah in front of me and smiling sweetly at me.
“Uh huh,” I nodded.
“Have you had fun fucking us this weekend?”
I nodded again.
Hannah glimpsed down at my bulge and asked the obvious, “does thinking about fucking us make you hard?” I smiled and said fuck yes. Hannah and Abby teased me, each one running their hands over their own bodies, feeling themselves through their clothes.
“It’s time Abby saw how we really operate,” Hannah said, smiling devilishly at me. Then her expression turned serious. “Cum on my breakfast.”
Abby giggled and licked her lips. I smiled and removed my now hard cock and waited but neither of them moved to touch it.
“Nuh uh,” Hannah shook her head, “we’ve done enough for you. This one’s for us. Stroke that cock. We want to watch you masturbate.”
I obliged. It wasn’t hard to get aroused by these two. I removed my shirt and pushed my shorts to the ground. My cock stood proudly and my balls hung gently in the cool morning air. I wrapped my hand around my throbbing shaft and both girls gasped.
“You’re both so sexy,” I said.
“Don’t talk, just stroke,” Hannah commanded. I grinned and started, slowly sliding my hand all the way up my head and then back down. My cock ached and I wished I could be inside one of them. I knew blowing my first load of the day would feel amazing but I still burned to do it with their help. Alas, I would have to go it alone. Defiantly, I began throttling my cock.
The girls grinned as my hand squeezed and pumped. The usual fantasies, like dreams of Hannah’s heavenly asshole or sweet mouth, or even new fantasies involving Abby’s divine form, were not even necessary. In front of me I had both beautiful women, their angelic faces staring up at me with intense lust, rubbing themselves and licking their lips each time they glanced at my cock. It was enough to make any grown man absolutely explode.
Hannah reached down and picked up her half of cantaloupe. “Pump that fucking cock,” she ordered. I stroked harder, burning with desire.
“Stroke it, stroke that beautiful cock,” Abby chimed in. Hannah held the melon up to me with both hands, holding inches below my furiously pumping fist.
“Give me that yummy fucking load,” Hannah said sternly.
“Oh, cum for us baby,” Abby pleaded. That was all the encouragement I needed. My cock was bulging, the pleasure up and down my shaft was unbearable, and my cum rushed to climax. I leaned forward to angle my cock into the hollowed out middle of the melon. A watery burst shot forth, clearing the way for a tidal wave, and splattered against the orangeish inside of the fruit. I quaked as the pleasure of orgasm overcame me. A thick wad fire out, accompanied by a deep groan from myself and a lustful moan from each girl, and smeared into the melon. I bombarded the fruit, pumping out mouthful after mouthful of thick milky cum. A pool of swirling cum, splashing as each new thick wad fired into it, formed in the fruit. I gasped as the climax reached it’s zenith and the spastic bursts were replaced by one long rope of cum streaming out of me. I thought I might faint, my cock was so alive with tingling pleasure, and the final splatters of sticky cum dripped into the bowl. Hannah hadn’t missed a drop and was now mesmerized, watching my cum pool up in her breakfast.
My cum load was enormous and Hannah and Abby looked from it to each other in amazement. The pool, a mix of textures, densities, and shades from nearly clear, to stark white, to milky pearl, to foggy translucent grey, filled up more than half the volume of the melon.
“That should do,” Hannah finally joked. I settled down onto the blanket and gathered my breakfast. I didn’t eat much of it, though, as I watched these two beauties parse out and savor my cum. They began by each pouring a bowl of cereal in little styrofoam bowls. With little plastic spoons they heaped cum onto their cereal, a couple of spoonfuls each, and began munching away. I was hypnotized. With each crunch of cereal, little globs of cum smeared their lips and they licked it up hungrily. Hannah then coated two doughnuts with a thick layer of slippery cum, spreading it from edge to edge, and bit in eagerly. Abby followed munched on hers, the cum pool noticeably smaller now but not gone, and even began dipping her doughnut in it. This saturated her treat, her doughnut became soggy with cum, and she suckled and savored it and repeatedly expressed her love for my cum.
The two finished by sharing the cantaloupe, scooping out melon soaked in cum and devouring it. Eventually the juice from the melon was completely mixed with the remaining bit of cum and they took turns tipping the melon back and drinking the juicy cum mixture down. I smiled sadly as the breakfast display ended. This weekend had been amazing, but soon it would be over.
We made our way back to camp and joined the family for breakfast. The girls didn’t eat much. On the way we were mostly silent, and I think each of us was realizing how bitter sweet this trip was turning out to be. While Abby’s desires to be with Hannah and I longer term had seemed juvenile not long ago, now I think Hannah and I were thinking the same thing.
The morning wore on and people began packing up. We slowly dismantled our tent and supplies, trying to make the hours we had left last forever. Most everyone wasn’t leaving until that afternoon and we knew our hours to be together were slipping away. We desperately wanted to be together one last time and needed an excuse to get away from the family.
Around noon the entire family decided to head to the lake for one more swim. Hannah’s relatives would take the boat out and even the most elderly of her family decided they’d at least cruise on the boat for a while. Abby whispered to us that she had an idea. We watched as she approached some relatives and began complaining of a nasty stomach ache. Abby, being kind of a princess in the family, was immediately fawned over by many of her relatives. A few aunts offered to stay back and comfort her but she insisted they go, have fun. When finally asked if there was anything at all they could do, Abby looked at them with a darling face and just asked, if it wasn’t too much, to hang out in the new RV and watch a movie. Of course they said it was fine and Hannah immediately offered to stay back and comfort her favorite cousin. Since I was basically attached to Hannah, the clever trick excused me from the day’s activities as well.
We watched as the mass of family departed and I wondered how none of them were suspicious of the three of us spending so much alone time together. But, I guess they just didn’t expect this sort of thing from sweet, young Abby or from shy, innocent Hannah. Once they were out of sight, we eagerly climbed into the RV. Hannah locked the door behind us.
The new RV was as nice as expected, damn near a mobile apartment, and my mind raced at all the possible sexy adventures we could have if we had it to ourselves for a while. As soon as we were inside, Hannah and Abby locked in embrace, kissing passionately. I moved in to join them, and Hannah asked Abby if she was still sore from last night or if she would be willing again.
“Actually,” Abby smiled at me, “Shane and I were thinking something different.”
Hannah turned and looked at me with wide eyes. “Were you now?”
I smiled and Abby continued, “well, you see, I just can’t believe that you can fit Shane’s gigantic cock up your ass. I mean, how do you do it?”
“Oh,” Hannah laughed, “it takes some work.”
“Yeah, well, I won’t believe it until I see it.” Abby had a naughty grin and Hannah looked a little shocked.
“You want to watch Shane ass fuck me?”
“Well,” Abby shrugged, “yeah. I mean, I’ll have some fun too, but yeah, I want to see that so bad.” The three of us restarted kissing and I guess that settled the matter. I started a DVD in the player, on mute, just so we were prepared in case there was a knock on the door.
Hannah and Abby moved to a cushy couch, kissing and fondling, and I tried my best to peel clothes off of these goddesses. Hannah seemed determined to take in as much of Abby as she could while we still had her, and I’ll admit even though I loved nothing more than fucking Hannah’s ass I was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t be enveloped by Abby’s sweet warmth again. Hannah sucked hard on Abby’s perky nipples while I gave my attention to Hannah. She was soaking through her panties and I lovingly fingered her sopping pussy while she attended to Abby. When I finally removed Hannah’s panties, exposing her lovely ass and pussy, Abby halted Hannah and said it was time.
Abby stood up and Hannah moved into position. She moved to one end of the couch, bracing herself by the elbows on the arm rest, and pointed her magnificent ass at us. She turned her head to watch us and smiled as we adored her ass. I spanked her voluptuous bottom, not violently, to watch her sexy ass bounce and shake. Abby had a wide smile and gave Hannah the same spank, followed by a deep groping and kneading of Hannah’s full and luscious ass.
“What a sexy booty,” Abby winked at Hannah as she fondled.
I sat down behind Hannah and Abby knelt beside me. I gently spread Hannah’s ass, displaying a soaking pussy and her unbelievable asshole.
“Isn’t it so beautiful,” I asked Abby. She nodded, lost for words. “And it tastes so good, just like yours.” Abby was rubbing herself gently between her legs. “Get it wet for me, Abby.”
“What?” she asked, caught off guard by my request.
“I need it slick to get my cock in there. Why don’t you do it.” Hannah’s eyes were closed but she was biting her lip and breathing deep.
“Do it baby,” Hannah pleaded, “oh Abby, baby, please lick my asshole.” I rubbed Abby’s back to reassure her and after glancing at me with nervous excitement, she leaned in.
Abby stretched her tongue out ahead of her and moved cautiously. Finally, as my cock strained in agony, her sweet tongue touched her cousin’s asshole. Hannah exhaled and her hole clenched.
“That’s it baby,” I encouraged Abby.
Abby began to slowly lick the outside of Hannah’s tight hole. I watched, enraptured, as it moistened with saliva and Hannah began to moan. Abby’s tongue was nimble, as my cock would know, and it danced across Hannah’s ass and teased her twitching hole.
“Ah, mmmm, fuck, baby, fucking….” Hannah was loving every second of it. “Fuck, Abby, fuck, please, ah, get in there baby, please!”
Abby responded, pushing her tongue down. I watched as Hannah’s delicious hole parted and accepted her cousin’s tongue. Abby was tongue fucking her now, wriggling her tongue inside to stimulate the walls of Hannah’s anus. The more Hannah cried the faster and deeper Abby probed. The sight was truly the most amazing thing I’d ever seen. Abby, the gorgeous teen beauty, had her serene face buried in the voluptuous ass of my Hannah. Abby’s tongue worked feverishly, and I nearly came as I watched Abby push in to her limit and I saw her throat muscles flex as she desperately tried to dive her tongue in further. Abby devoured Hannah’s asshole.
Out of breath, Abby pulled free and Hannah wiggled with pleasure. Abby looked up at me and asked, “slick enough?”
I nodded and pulled my cock free as quickly as I could. I stood over Hannah and my bulging cock was ready to penetrate her. Abby reached up and took me in her hand and began guiding my cock to Hannah’s asshole. The tip reached the slick fuck hole and Abby released. She held her face very close, right under me, and watched wide-eyed as I flexed and pushed.
Hannah screamed as I bore her ass open. This wasn’t the first time, and it was slicker and wetter than yesterday in the woods, but I don’t think her ass will ever have an easy time taking me in. With pressure it gave, stretching and swallowing me. Hannah moaned and grunted, and Abby made amazing little sounds of pleasure and desire. My swollen cock slid deeper and deeper, violating Hannah liked I loved so much, until I felt that familiar bliss of being completely buried in Hannah’s ass. Her tight fuck hole was hot and welcoming. Abby’s ass play had relaxed and prepared Hannah for my cock, and though it was always amazingly tight and hot, Hannah’s ass felt ready for a firm fucking.
Moving in half strokes, I began rhythmically fucking Hannah’s sweet ass. The pleasure was intense, Hannah’s ass clenched around me and devoured my cock. I pushed her open with each thrust, causing Hannah to scream and Abby to moan loudly.
“Ahhh, you, uhhhh, like that, Abby?” I asked.
“Fucking hot, so fucking hot!” Abby answered. She kept reaching in to join us, gently, sliding her fingers around my slippery shaft as it plunged, squeezing Hannah’s ass, or fondling my balls.
I clamped a hand on Hannah’s shoulder and pushed her head down, angling her ass higher and allowing me complete access. I still pounded hard and each thrust landed millimeters deeper than the last. Hannah swore and yelled and told me she fucking loved it. My cock thunderously slammed Hannah’s ass and would soon explode.
“Uhhhh!!!” Hannah grunted as Abby used her sweet hands to spread Hannah’s ass open to me.
“Fuck her, oh Shane, fuck that butt hole!” Abby urged me on. I responded, slamming harder and harder into poor Hannah.
“Ahhhh!” I moaned as orgasm approached.
“Cum all over that fucking asshole!” Abby cried. A few deep thrusts later I complied. Hannah’s gripping ass massaged me to orgasm, and I pulled out sharply. Hannah moaned and clenched.
I pulled my cock out of Hannah’s ass but left it hovering just an inch above her violated little hole. A thick load rose up and blasted out of me, exploding against Hannah’s ass and quickly flooding her. Abby reached her hand up and cupped it just below Hannah’s pussy to catch any cum that drained from hitting the couch. I dumped a heavy load, not quite as large as this morning, but thick and hot onto Hannah’s asshole. The cum pooled up and spilled over, dripping down and sliding through Hannah’s juicy pussy folds.
I shook the final spurts of cum from my cock and leaned back, admiring the mess I’d made out of Hannah’s ass. Abby, overcome with lust, dove in where I had vacated. She buried her face between Hannah’s cheeks and began ravenously devouring Hannah’s cum soaked asshole. Moist slurping noises filled the RV as Abby hungrily gathered in my load, digging her tongue into Hannah’s ass to find my cum. Hannah was overwhelmed and breathless. Abby’s face was smeared with sloppy cum, and she looked gorgeous.
Abby finished by carefully licking Hannah clean all over, to be sure not to make a mess in the RV, sucking down the thick pool that had accumulated in her hand, and then by enjoying a few sucks on my swollen but softening cock. She seemed to love the taste of the inside of her cousin’s asshole. My greatest desires were being fulfilled and I wanted this moment to last forever.
Hannah and Abby spent the next half hour or so locked deep in passionate kisses. I savored the satisfaction of another cum-draining ass fucking. When the passion subsided, the three of us talked at length about how this weekend was a limited time only situation, that Abby would have to go her own way and we would be best to leave it at that. None of us wanted to say it, but there really wasn’t anything else that could be said. Abby cried and Hannah wanted to. We noticed the end of the silent movie on the DVD player and decided we should probably exit the RV and join the rest of the family. We were all sad and quiet, knowing the fun had to come to and end.
That was basically where we left it. When final goodbyes came around we all hugged, but the family was around so no words of love or desire we exchanged. Our longing stares at each other said it all. Abby climbed back into the red sedan, as beautiful as when she arrived, and left us.

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Jens First Time

To Jen this seemed like any other Saturday. The weekend was here and she was already thinking about how she was going to spend her night. She need not have bothered as I already had her whole night planned. For as long as I can remember I have had the fantasy of seeing Jen with another man, tonight I was going to find out how she felt about it.
I rang her at about 12 midday and told her to be ready to go at 4pm as I had a surprise planned. I had already packed her bag with her sexiest underwear and her favourite sexy dress and shoes. As agreed, I picked her up at 4pm. “What have you planned for me?” she said to me as she sat into the car. “That is a surprise” I told her, not wanting to give anything away. Jen always falls asleep on long journeys so after about 30 minutes of driving she was sound asleep. She looked so sexy as she lay there and the thought of the night to come was already playing on my mind. How would she react? How would I react? The suspense was killing me.
I drove to the next city where I knew that neither of us would be known, and I pulled into the hotel that I had booked. It was only a few minutes walk from the pubs and club so I knew that it would be a prime location. I woke Jen up and she was pleasantly surprised that I had taken her to a hotel. If only she knew my real reason!!! We checked into the hotel and I carried her bag in. I told her that I wanted her to wear everything that was in the bag as I intended in having a wild night with her tonight. She got ready and as she walked naked around the room I wanted to take her there and then. She is 5’7” tall and weighed about 130lbs with 36D breasts that I love to bury my face in. She put on the sexy underwear and a sexy black plunging mini dress that really accentuated her breasts. She was looking so sexy that I knew no man would be able to resist her.
We went to a pub around the corner and I made sure that Jen had enough to drink to reduce any inhibitions that she may have. I watched as man after man was ogling her as she dancing sexily to the music. Now was the time to start my experiment, to test the boundaries. I told her to go down to the dance floor and dance as sexily as she could, I told her to flirt and tease the men that came on to her. She looked at me and asked “why?” I told her that she should realise just how sexy she really is and by seeing how many men come onto her with give her an idea. She agreed and hit the dance floor. As she started dancing it took no time before men were swarming around her trying to dance close to her. She danced with them but moved away whenever any of them laid a hand on her. I went down to her and had a word in her ear. I told her to let the men feel her up and I told her how much it turned me on to see another man all over her. “How much does it turn you on?” she asked me. I grabbed her hand and put it on my swollen cock. “Well then, lets just see how much I can turn you on” she said “how far am I allowed go?” “You can go as far as you want” I said knowing that it was up to Jen now. A big smile lit up her face as she again moved into the middle of the dance floor.
Within minutes another man danced up to her. He was about 6’ tanned and athletic looking. This time Jen let him dance up close and really started to dance into him, rubbing herself up against him. She wrapped herself around him and he pulled her close to him. She looked over at me and smiled, before I could react she started to kiss him passionately on the dance floor. I didn’t know which was the more powerful emotion hitting me, jealously or the fact I was so turned on. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, after all my fantasies here was Jen kissing another man on the dance floor and I was loving it. His hands were all over her feeling her ass and tits and she was letting him do as he pleased. Then I noticed his hand slip up her skirt and when she threw her head back I knew that his finger had found its way into her pussy. I couldn’t believe she was letting it get this far. After another few minutes of this I saw Jen whisper something in his ear and head for the bathroom.
Jen came out of the bathroom and came up to me. “Did you enjoy that?” she asked me “I did” I said. “Did you see him fingering me?” she asked. “I saw, and I think you enjoyed it. It was always my fantasy to see you with another man and I’m glad to see it happen and for you to enjoy it”. “I am not finished yet” she told me as she handed me something. I looked down and saw her thong in my hand. “I won’t be needing that” she told me “Your fantasy was to see me with another man, well that is what you are going to get. I am going bringing Steve back to the hotel room and let him finish what you started. If you want to watch you’d better go hide in the hotel room fast”. I went straight back to the hotel room not knowing if Jen was bluffing or whether she really was going bringing Steve back. I know I had a fantasy to see her with another man but did I really want her to fuck another man? I suppose I was about to find out.
I hid in the cupboard of the hotel room and also hid a video camera to catch all the action. Within a few minute the door opened and in walked Jen and then I heard a man’s voice. It was Steve but there was also another man’s voice. Who was this? What was happening? I then heard Jen say loudly – “It was my husband’s fantasy to see me with another man, well my fantasy is to be with 2 men at once. He had his fantasy, now I am having mine”. I knew that this was for my benefit as she knew I was hiding there. She went to the bed and beckoned the 2 men over. She unzipped both their pants releasing their cocks into view. Steve was well endowed with about 9” and his friend was slightly smaller at about 7”. Jen started stroking their cocks and then took Steve into her mouth sucking him expertly while still stroking his friend’s cock. I didn’t know what to do so I stayed there and enjoyed the view. I couldn’t believe how turned on this was making me.
As Jen was busy stroking and sucking both men’s cocks, they were busy removing all their clothes. There was Jen sitting on the bed with 2 naked strangers in front of her as she played with their cocks. Steve pulled Jen up off the bed and pulled her dress up over her head. Jen was now standing naked in front of both men and what a sight she was. It was only then that I noticed that she had completely shaved her pussy. This was it, both my fantasy and Jen’s fantasy about to come true – Jen was about to get fucked by not one, but 2 strangers. Steve threw Jen onto her back on the bed and began kissing her tits. His friend wasted no time and started kissing her stomach. He then spread her legs and moved in and started kissing her shaved pussy and I heard her moan as his tongue hit her clit. I know how much Jen likes to be eaten out so I knew her first orgasm was not far away. I was right, within minutes she let out moans of her first orgasm. “I want a cock inside me now” said Jen in a lustful voice. Steve would not let her down as he put her on her hands and knees and moved behind her. Jen told him to put on a condom and he positioned his cock against her now soaking pussy lips and thrust his cock deep inside her. “Ooh yes, give it to me” said Jen and Steve did not need asking twice as he thrust harder and faster into Jen. She was moaning in pleasure. Steve’s friend was probably feeling a bit left out and he moved in front of Jen. Jen grabbed his cock and pulled him close to her and took his cock in her mouth.
There was Jen, 1 cock in her mouth and another in her pussy. I was glad that I was recording this as I knew I was going to enjoy watching it back later. Jen started moaning so I knew she was close to coming. “Give me everything that you’ve got Steve” said Jen. Steve gave it to her as hard as he could and he started groaning as he blew his load deep into Jen’s willing pussy. Jen was coming too, Steve pulled out and his friend moved in behind and shoved his cock deep into Jen’s now well swollen pussy and continued where Steve left off. It was not long before he too was blowing his load into Jen and she came with her third orgasm of the night. With that Steve and his friend got dressed and left leaving Jen lying on the bed well satisfied. I came out of the wardrobe and kissed her passionately. “We have to this again” said Jen. “I cannot wait” I told her.
I am now planning her next surprise. Let’s see how far we can push the boundries!!!

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This is a work of fiction that i hope i can create a series out of. Please do not take any of this to heart again it’s only for viewing and erotic pleasure please no comments about how i’m a racist sexist bastard it a waste of time and space. Thanks Enjoy.

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Buffy Goes To Camp

Buffy Goes To Camp
by Lubrican
Buffy could hardly wait to get to acting camp. She’d gone every year since she was ten and she loved it. It was outdoors, which she liked because she was a city girl, but what she liked the most was that she had friends there she rarely got to see.
One of them was Megan, who was a special friend. They had learned to masturbate together at acting camp three years ago. They had been roommates that year and Megan taught her how wonderful it felt to stroke her little clitty and stick fingers and other things in her pussy.
Another was her summertime boyfriend, Jack. They lived too far apart to go steady all the time, but at camp they snuck away as much as they could do kiss and pet. Jack was the first boy to touch Buffy’s hot pussy, and slide his finger in it. That had happened just last year. Buffy didn’t want to get a reputation as a slut, so she didn’t let the boys she went to school with do things like that to her. When she went on dates she kissed passionately, and had even jacked a few boys off – something Jack had taught her last year – but she never let them touch anything except her full teen breasts.
That was usually enough for most boys. Her breasts were breathtaking. They were large and heavy, but didn’t sag even half an inch. They were topped with crinkley brown areolas and nice pencil sized nipples that got hard and long when boys played with them. One boy wanted to suck them, but she didn’t let him. She was saving that for Jack … this year.
Then there was Bob. He was a counselor at Acting Camp. He was a good acting coach, but mostly the girls liked him because he was handsome, and he always told the girls how beautiful they were, and what fantastic actresses they were.
But what they liked best was that he acted WITH them to help them understand the techniques required. For instance, Bob was the one who had taught every girl in Acting Camp how to properly do a screen kiss. Until you were 13, screen kisses had to be done by putting the lips on just the corner of the mouth, turning the head so that the audience couldn’t see that it wasn’t really a kiss. Up to about age 16, kisses were full contact with the lips, but nothing else. Bob’s lips were always soft and warm and jelly-like, and his screen kisses made the girls all feel funny inside. Once you were seventeen or older, he gave private lessons on how to make it look like you were doing a French kiss on screen. They were private, he said, because the younger kids didn’t need to see that kind of thing.
A lot of girls came out of those private lessons with a far away look in their eyes. If people would have looked closer they might have noticed that some of these girls walked a little funny too. And if they would have noticed that, they might have noticed that those girls were the ones who came back to acting camp until they were in their twenties, getting private instruction from him on a variety of things. But nobody noticed.
Another type of private lesson he gave involved boys. He’d pick a boy and a girl, usually who were boyfriend and girlfriend at camp. Then he’d teach them the physical strokes that went along with kissing. First, he’d demonstrate by kissing the girl and running his hands all over her body, cupping her breasts and pulling her to him with his hands on her buttocks. Once she was panting he’d let the boy practice and have the girl tell him if he was doing it right or not. If anyone would have noticed, they’d have noticed that these boys and girls often ended up out in the woods together on nature walks, or off to one side in the swimming lake.
Acting camp was set up so that two girls shared a room, or two boys shared a room. The cabins were duplexes of a sort, with a common wall and the doors led out onto a common porch. These units were called quads, because four students were housed in each one. Usually there were four girls to a quad, or four boys, but, occasionally, it turned out that half a quad had boys in it, while the other half had girls.
That was what happened this year, as Buffy found out when her parents let her out at camp and drove off, telling her to have a nice summer. She had called ahead to make sure that she and Megan got put together. They screamed and giggled when they saw each other, like fifteen year old girls do, and then went to find out who their quad mates were. It turned out to be two boys they’d never met, so after saying, “Hi,” they went off to the dining hall to get a snack and renew old friendships.
When Jack showed up there was a tearful reunion, with hot kisses, until a counselor told them to break it up. She told him where her quad was and mentioned there were two boys on the other side, both new and both only about eleven. He got a look in his eye and said he’d be right back. The next thing she knew he was back, saying that he and Mark Simpson were now her and Megan’s quad mates! Buffy smiled, knowing that Megan had the hots for Mark and had for several years. He had an acting camp girlfriend named Nancy, but she’d moved away during the school year and wasn’t expected to come back this year.
And so it was, that, after supper and campfire, all four teens ended up on the porch of the quad, flirting. Buffy and Jack happily refreshed their relationship by kissing and groping each other passionately, while Megan and Mark watched. When Megan suggested that it looked like fun, Mark jumped at the chance. Megan was as much of a fox as Buffy even if her hair was as black as Buffy’s was platinum blond. Soon Megan and Mark were kissing hotly and, while their hands didn’t stray farther than each other’s backs and sides, they felt good non-the-less.
The next day Buffy signed up for the classes she wanted. Her very first one was with Bob and she squealed happily when she saw him. Her hug was forceful and she pressed her ripening body against him as he smiled and hugged her back.
“Good Grief, girl!” he exclaimed. “What in the world are they feeding you. You look like you’re about twenty-one!”
Buffy dimpled at him and said, “You know I’m only fifteen, you big flirt.”
He held her away and his hungry eyes swept over her body. “Well you sure can’t tell by looking. I think I might make a special exception and give you some private lessons this year. Would you like that?”
Buffy knew a little bit about what private lessons entailed. It was hard to get anything out of the kids who went to private lessons. They wouldn’t talk about what went on behind those closed doors. But once in a while somebody would let something slip, and you could see from what the boys and girls did after those lessons that they must be pretty hot. “Oh YES!” she chirped. “Could Megan come too? Pleease?”.
Just then Megan came up, having signed up for the same class. Again there were squeals and hugs and as Bob held the girl he said, “I think we could arrange that. Megan, would you like me to make a special exception and give you and Buffy some private lessons? Do you think you guys are old enough for that?”
Megan smiled widely. “YES!” she yelled, and jumped up in the air.
“Keep it down”: advised a grinning Bob. “We don’t want the other girls to get jealous, now do we?” The girls quieted immediately. “OK, now, you two come to my cabin tonight during free time and we’ll start the lessons, OK? And not a word to anyone.” He thought for a minute. “Do you two have boyfriends here at camp?”
Buffy jumped up and down. “I do! His name is Jack!”
Megan said “I met a guy last night and I like him a lot. His name is Mark, but I don’t suppose you could call him my boyfriend.”
“Has he kissed you yet?” asked Bob, looking intently at the girl.
“Oh yeah, we made out last night,” she giggled.
“OK … hmmmmmm … well, I tell you what, girls … let’s keep it secret from the boys for a few days, and if it looks like it will work out with you two girls we might even expand it to include the boys. How’s that?”
Both girls knew enough about private lessons that they knew there was some kind of sex involved. That was fine with Megan, because she had a big secret that she hadn’t even told Buffy yet. She was waiting for the right time, when the two girls could be alone for a while. Megan had taught Buffy everything she knew about sex, and now maybe they could both learn some more together.
“We PROMISE!” both girls said, putting their dainty hands over their left teen breasts. Bob wished it was his hand. But there would be time enough for that later.
That night at supper the boys wanted the girls to sneak off into the woods during free time. “Oh gee, I wish we could” said Buffy, leaning over to kiss Jack lightly on the lips. “But we can’t. We sighed up for this thing and we have to do it during free time. It has to do with makeup. Maybe you guys could come along?” she said sweetly. Megan just grinned. Both boys said, “NO THANKS!” and started talking about shooting some hoops.
Freetime after supper went until lights-out, which wasn’t until eleven. There were lots of things to do during free time, including various extra classes and practice sessions. There were, as well, classes on makeup, like Buffy had alluded to, costume, set production, fund raising and all the other things that go along with small town productions, which is what most of these kids were involved in. Each counselor had his or her own list of things people could sign up for. So it wasn’t odd for the two girls to be seen going to Bob’s cabin. They’d never been in there before, and they were surprised to see how nice it was.
There was a small bathroom off one wall, and the rest of it was one room, but it was beautiful. All the furniture was made of wood from the forest, and there was carpet on the floor. There were curtains too, over all the windows. The bed was what surprised them the most, though. It was HUGE, king sized at least, and it had red satin sheets on it! There were a couple of big easy chairs that faced the bed. He also had a TV set up, with a DVD and tape player attached. It was quite a cozy place. The girls were fresh in their white camp T shirts and blue gym shorts. Both girls had their hair done up in a pony tail that bobbed and swung whenever they moved their heads. They looked delicious.
“My goodness you girls look sexy,” said Bob, who was sitting in one of the easy chairs. He was dressed in a T shirt and shorts much like theirs. His feet were bare.
“Oh Bob,” gushed Buffy “Stop that! You’re just teasing us.”
He smiled. “That, I most certainly am NOT, my sexy dears, and I think I’ll be able to prove it to you a little later on. But first! What is the one thing that will ruin a performance faster than anything else?”
“Forgetting your lines!” yelled Megan.
“No, you can always adlib,” said Bob.
“Coming in late on cue?” said Buffy.
“No, that’s not it either. If you’re late, the rest of the actors should be able to cover for you. No, this is something that only some people feel, but which can wreck a whole career.”
Megan jumped up and down “I know .. I know … STAGE FRIGHT!!”
“Exactly!” said Bob. “Excellent. And how do you battle stage fright?”
“Gee, I don’t know,” said both girls.
“Have either of you had speech in school?” said Bob.
“I have,” said Buffy.
“Did your teacher ever tell you to fight stage fright by imagining that your whole audience was naked?”
“YES! She DID say that! I remember that!” said Buffy excitedly.
“Well, I’m going to use that technique to help make sure you girls NEVER have stage fright. Only what we’re going to do is BE naked, rather than imagine somebody else being naked.” With that he stood up and took off his shirt.
Buffy shifted from foot to foot. She really wanted to see Bob naked. That would be so cool. But she wasn’t so sure about taking her own clothes off. She didn’t think she looked very good naked. “I don’t know Bob,” she said, looking at the floor.
Bob put a finger under her chin. “I bet you think your body is ugly,” he said, looking into her eyes. He saw her pupils dilate and knew he’d hit the nail on the head. “You think your breasts are too big, or too small, or the wrong shape. You probably don’t have much pubic hair, and think you should have lots more, like your mother probably does. You think your hips are wrong, or your belly button looks funny. Something like that? Am I right?” He kept staring right into her eyes.
“How did you know that?” Buffy said with a whisper.
“It’s all part of stage fright,” he said calmly. “Let me try one thing to help you, and then we’ll see if you want to stay on in private classes. Let me see you naked, and if I can agree with you on anything you don’t like about your body, you can quit. How’s that?” He darted a look at Megan, but she had her hands on the bottom of her shirt, like she was itching to take it off, so he didn’t worry about her.
“OK, I guess,” mumbled Buffy. She was nervous, but she pulled off her shirt. She really wanted to see Bob naked, and thought this was the only way. Her blue shorts were next, and she was left in a lacy white bra and even lacier blue panties. Megan had on a sports bra and yellow panties. “Aren’t you going to take off your shorts?” said Megan to Bob, who was standing there in shorts only.
“I don’t have anything on under them,” he said. “I didn’t want to make you girls nervous.”
“I won’t be nervous,” said Megan. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, baring her chocolaty smooth breasts with their black nipples. When Buffy hesitated, Megan turned to her and said, “Here, I’ll help!” She unsnapped Buffy’s bra and when Buffy put both hands on top of the bra to keep it on her titties Megan leaned down and jerked Buffy’s panties to her knees. Both girls shrieked and then giggled, but Buffy finally got up the courage to step out of them and drop her bra. Megan skinned her own panties off and stood, looking at Bob.
“Now you,” she said.
Bob stared at the two girls. They were gorgeous. Buffy had perfect breasts that looked big enough to feed babies already. Megan’s were smaller, but still nice and round. Her nipples looked like Hershey’s kisses and he wanted to taste them. He’d been right about Buffy having very little pussy hair. He could see her protruding pink lips just barely. Megan had thicker black pussy hair, but her pussy lips stuck out even further. He was very glad he’d decided to tutor these two girls. He bent over and pulled his shorts down, stepping out of them. When he stood up he said, “And this, girls, is my proof that I think you are both sexy.”
The girls stared, their mouths open, as his erection was displayed before their unbelieving eyes. His bone was at full mast, sticking straight out from his nest of curly brown hair. It was a good seven and a half inches long, and about as big around as three of the girls’ fingers. It was not circumcised, and the hood was pulled back quite a bit due to the state of his erection. His snake eye was peeking out at the world, and the two naked girls in particular.
“Buffy, he’s got a BONER!” squealed Megan and she blushed bright red.
“Oh my gosh!” said Buffy, who was staring at the stiff prick like a bird stares at a snake that’s about to eat it. “Oh my GOSH!” she squealed.
“Now girls!” said Bob in a stern voice. “That’s the whole point here. If you can learn to be comfortable around people naked, then you’ll never suffer from stage fright. Think about it. Both of you are pretty uncomfortable right now, true?”
“Yeah,” said both girls.
“OK, then, what we’re doing is working on that. We’re going to do normal things while we’re naked, until you don’t even notice it, OK? Trust me girls, this will work. I’ve done it a lot of times.”
“But you’ve got a BONER, Bob!” sighed Buffy.
“Oh, that just means he wants to have sex with us,” said Megan. “That’s all.”
“Really?” said Buffy wide eyed. “Is that true Bob? Is your … thing stiff because you want to have sex with us?”
Bob smiled. “Like I said, girls, you are both gorgeous sexy girls, and I’m a normal man, so of course I want to have sex with you. But that’s not why we’re here. We’re here to work on your stage fright. Nothing is going to happen to you that you don’t want to happen. Now, what shall we do to get comfortable?”
Megan was excited. Bob’s penis reminded her of her secret, and she wanted to tell Buffy in the worst way. But not yet. “Well,” she said. “We could clean the house.”
“Great idea,” said Bob and he got a broom for her. He handed Buffy a dustpan and he grabbed a rag. “I’ll dust,” he said. Then he pretended to dust while he watched the two teens move around the cabin naked. His cock got harder and harder. Usually the girls he did this with were older, but these girls were HOT and he was glad he’d taken them in. Buffy bent over to put the dustpan down and he saw her cute cunny winking at him under her butt cheeks. He wanted to slide his cock into that sweet teen pussy, but he’d have to wait. It was too soon yet. And Megan was gorgeous too. She stretched upward with the broom to get at a cobweb up on the ceiling and her legs parted as she stood on one toe.
He got a good look at her fat chewy pussy lips. He realized his hand was on his cock, jacking it slowly and made himself stop just as Buffy turned around to look at him.
But Megan had seen him. She whispered to Buffy, “He’s jackin’ off Buffy!” Buffy turned immediately. She’d jacked off a couple of boys. Megan had told her how to do it right. She liked seeing the boys dicks shoot off, except it was messy.
Buffy forgot she was naked. She marched right up to Bob and said, “You were jackin’ off, weren’t you, Bob?”
He smiled. “Like George Washington, I cannot tell a lie. You girls have got me going. I wasn’t exactly jacking off. I’m just so hot that it felt good to touch myself. Don’t you touch yourself when you’re horny Buffy?” She blushed and he said “I thought so. You too I bet,” he said to Megan.
Buffy laughed and said, “You bet she does. She taught ME how to do it!”
Bob raised his eyebrows and said, “You girls are nasty … doing that together. See? That’s the kind of thing that makes me want to touch myself.” He grabbed his dong and began stroking it. “You don’t mind, do you girls? You’re so sexy and you’ve made me so hot, I can’t help it. Say it’s OK for me to do it girls, I need to get some relief!”
Both girls watched him, nodding. Their breath was coming faster. They were excited. Their nipples were stiff and achy. He stroked and a drop of man dew flipped off the tip of his prick. He was standing, legs spread, his leaking prick pointed right at the two naked girls. He jacked, staring at their nipples, dreaming of sucking them. He looked at their pussies, thinking about stroking his prick in them until the girls fainted. His sap shot out in a three foot arc and splatted on the floor right in front of Buffy’s feet. She jumped, but didn’t back up. He shot again and then three more times before he had to sit down in the chair because his knees were weak.
“Wow,” said Megan.
“Awesome,” said Buffy.
Both had itchy pussies and couldn’t wait to get home to their cabin so they could rub themselves to a nice orgasm. They stayed another hour, setting the table and then putting the silverware away. They made popcorn in the microwave and talked about the school year. Just like Bob had said, they soon quit paying so much attention to the fact that they were all naked. He sent them home, telling them to come back the next night. It was early yet, but the girls wanted to get naked again, this time in their room. They did just that and they didn’t quit masturbating until they’d each had three nice long cums.
The next night both girls got to Bob’s and started taking their clothes off without even being told. Bob looked at them and once again, when he dropped his shorts he was hard as a board. The girls giggled and Megan said, “Gee, I guess we did it again, Buffy.”
Buffy struck a pose. “That’s what you get for having us in private lessons, Bob. Are you going to beat off again tonight? That was so hot last night.”
Bob stroked his cock slowly. “I bet you girls went back to your cabin last night and touched yourselves. Didn’t you now? Come on, tell the truth.”
Buffy flamed red again. Megan smiled timidly, but nodded.
Bob kept stroking. “That makes me so hot. Yes, I’m gonna have to do it again tonight.” He stroked some more and the girls watched him closely. “I bet you girls have seen boys do this, haven’t you? I bet you helped them, didn’t you? How bout it Buffy, have you ever helped a boy get off like this? You DID, I can see it in your pretty face.”
Buffy was excited that she had made this handsome man so horny. Buffy’s face flamed red. “I HAD to. He wanted to put his hand in my panties, and the only way I could keep him from doing it was to jack him off!”
“That’s OK Buffy,” panted Bob. “It’s completely normal, and it’s a good way to keep a boy in line. I understand that boy, though. I’d like to put my hand in your panties too, Buffy. You too, Megan. I’d really like to put my hand in your panties too.”
“But we’re not wearin’ any panties, Bob!” laughed Buffy.
“You know what I mean!” huffed Bob. “I wish I could rub your pussies.”
“But you can’t! You’re our counselor! It would be wrong!” moaned Buffy.
Megan came closer to Bob. “You can rub MY pussy Bob!” she cried. She was hot as a firecracker from watching him jerk his big boner. Her secret was bursting inside her. “I NEED you to rub my pussy Bob!” she said as she came within his reach.
Bob kept one hand on his cock and he slid the other onto Megan’s floppy pussy lips. He felt them, he squeezed them, she was wet and slippery. He slid a finger up in her and she moaned. “Buffy! I have to tell you a secret!” she moaned.
Buffy couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her best friend was letting Bob feel her up. Megan didn’t let boys feel her up. And now she was babbling about some secret. “What?” she said, confused.
“I said I have to tell you a secret,” panted Megan. “I was gonna wait, but I can’t … Ohhh that feels so good,” she sighed as Bob worked his thick finger in her pussy.
Buffy was still confused. Why would Megan have to tell a secret NOW? While she was being violated by her counselor?
“What are you talking about?” she whined. Watching Bob’s finger sliding in and out of her friend’s pussy was making Buffy hot. She wanted to rub her pussy, but she didn’t think she should in front of Bob.
Megan sat down in the easy chair, pulling Bob to kneel between her legs. She lay back and spread her legs wide so Bob could stick his finger in her more. He jerked with one hand and finger-fucked Megan with the other.
Megan hunched her pussy up at Bob’s finger. “You know my Uncle Frank?” Buffy nodded. “Well, I went to stay with him for New Years, while my parents were gone to New York.”
Buffy was still confused. “So what does that have to do with the fact that Bob’s got his finger in your pussy?”
“While I was there he taught me some stuff,” whined Megan.
“Stuff?” said Buffy.
“What kind of stuff Megan?” said Bob.
“He popped my cherry!” yipped Megan.
“WHAT!?” yelled Buffy.
“I SAID HE POPPED MY CHERRY!” squealed Megan. “And now I want to have something in my pussy.” Her hips were going wild.
Bob pulled his finger out of the heaving girl. “I have something to put in your sweet pussy,” he said, walking on his knees until the tip of his boner was right at the gaping entrance of Megan’s chocolate pussy.
“NO! You CAN’T!” yelled Buffy.
“YES!” yelled Megan “I WANT TO!”
Bob let his prick touch her pussy. She moaned and yelled “YES!”.
Bob slid it in … all the way in … until there was no more to give her. She went “AHHHHHHH … OH THANK YOU BOB.”
Buffy’s hand dove to her crotch and she rubbed her pussy frantically. Her best friend was being fucked right in front of her! This was the hottest thing she ever saw in her life. Bob’s complete, HUGE cock was buried in her friend’s pussy! She couldn’t believe it.
Bob started bucking his hips back and then forward, and Buffy could see that immense long thing sliding out and then back in to Megan’s pussy. It looked shiny and slick … and HUGE. But Megan didn’t act like it was too big. Quite the contrary, she cooed and held Bob to her, telling him how much she loved his big stiff prick. Pretty soon her eyes got big and she yelled, “I’m cummin’ Buffy, I’m feelin’ it good!”
And Bob was right there with her. He said, “Yes, cum all over my cock little Megan, and I’ll give you a present.” Then he stiffened and groaned and shoved his cock deep in Megan’s chocolate belly. He grunted several times and Buffy knew that his cock was squirting, just like it had the night before, except that all that stuff was going up into Megan’s pussy!
It was so hot that Buffy felt her own orgasm coming on her.
When he was done Bob dragged his shrinking prick out of Megan’s well-fucked pussy.
She lay there, legs spread, thick white spunk filling her open pussy mouth and running out and down to her butt. “Oh gee you squirted so much stuff in me Bob, what shall I do? It’s leaking out all over the place!”
Bob stood staring at the pussy he’d just filled up with his baby juice. “You should hold it in Megan.” he said. “Just put a couple of fingers over it and it’ll soak in. That way it won’t make a mess.” He secretly hoped that by holding it in she would ensure there would be a healthy kicking baby in her womb in a few months.
Buffy was getting her cookies too as she rubbed her pussy furiously. “OH! I’m gonna cum” she squealed. She was surprised when Bob appeared in front of her on his knees. His face darted to her pussy as his hand pulled her hand away. His long tongue licked her clitty and he sucked on it hard. Buffy was frozen with passion. “Ooooooo Megan he’s licking my muffy!” she cried, feeling his tongue making her happy.
“Shit! It feels good!” she moaned as she pushed her pussy into his face. He pushed her backward, toward the bed until she ran into it. She flopped back, weak with the thrills he was giving her. Now he could really press his face into her slit and he nibbled her clit.
She popped!
“AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” she groaned as her orgasm splashed all over inside her. Her pussy squirted and Bob lapped it all up. As she came down he worked his way up and suckled her puffy and hard nipples as she sighed. Then, as she watched in awe, he fisted his slick used up prick and milked a big blob of rich white cream out of the snake-eye. As it was ready to drip off, he lowered his prick tip between Buffy’s spread naked pussy lips and rubbed that cream into her pussy mouth. He spread it all over and even tried to poke his cock in her a little, but it was too soft.
It was quiet in the room as they all panted, trying to get their breaths.
“Wow,” said Megan, looking adoringly at Bob. “We fucked!”
He nodded and said, “Are you sorry?”
“OH NO!” she squealed. “I love to fuck. It feels so good. Can we keep fucking Bob? Please?”
“I suppose so, though that’s not supposed to be in your private lessons. But what about Buffy? We don’t want to leave her out. She might feel jealous.”
Buffy opened her mouth and laughed. “You don’t need to worry about me. That thing wouldn’t fit in me in a million years. But I sure liked it when you licked my pussy. I’ve heard of that but I was too scared to let the boys do that. They might want to fuck my cherry.”
Bob looked at her hotly. He knew who was going to pluck that particular fruit.
The next night when the girls got there Bob was already naked. He let them in and by the time they were naked he had another hardon. He went up to Megan and pushed her up against the wall, kissing her. Their tongues flipped and he bent his knees. He lifted one of her legs and plugged his cock into her cute teen pussy. Then he stood up and filled her belly with cock. Megan sighed with happiness as he lifted her off the floor. Then he bounced her until she was shaking she came so hard. He walked her to the bed, where Buffy was lying, spread out, finger-fucking herself rapidly.
“You guys look so hot,” she gasped as she stuck two fingers in her cunt.
Bob flopped Megan back on the bed and ate her pussy for a while. Then he crawled up and while he sucked her black nipples, he slid his cock in her again. He pounded her, fucking her with long hard strokes and she squirted on his cock again. He looked at Buffy. He wanted to shoot his sperm in her. He knew Megan would let him plant his seed in her any time, but he really wanted to pick Buffy’s fresh cherry. “You want me to lick you again?” he said, leaning over the sex crazed teen.
“Oh yeah, please suck my pussy again Bob,” she moaned.
He pulled his hard dick out of Megan and got down to feast on Buffy’s pussy. Two orgasms later he’d worked his way up to her full breasts, and was licking and sucking her inch long nipples as she squirmed under him. He let his hard cock dig into her pussy.
He kissed her. “I want to fuck you, Buffy,” he said between kisses. He poked her pussy with his cock.
“Nooooooooo you can’t,” she moaned, but she kissed him more.
“Come on, you’ll love it,” he said. He pushed and her pussy lips spread open for him.
“Nooooooo. I’m a virgin,” she whined.
“I know you are, and I want to be the first man to fill your sweet pussy up.” He pushed again and the head of his cock popped into her pussy mouth.
“Nooooo, you can’t,” she panted. But her hips pushed up. “I’m scared. You have to take it out.” Her hips pushed up again and an inch went in her.
“OK, I’ll take it out,” he said and he pushed some more. She was tight, and hot and slick.
“When are you gonna take it out, Bob?” she said, humping at him.
He sucked her nipples some more, until her pussy was jumping and had gobbled up another two inches of his boner. He had about half of it in her now.
“I’m gonna take it out soon,” he said. He looked her in the eye. She looked back. She was taking him good. He pushed the rest in her in one long, slow shove. His cock tip hit her cervix and her eyes went round and wide.
“It’s in me,” she whispered, panting. “Your cock’s in my pussy, Bob!”
“Yeah it is,” he kissed her. “But I’m gonna take it out.” He began pulling it out, an inch at a time, slowly.
Buffy decided she didn’t want it out any more. “No wait!” she said. “Leave it in a little longer.”
Bob slid it back in. Then he started fucking her. He didn’t pound Buffy. He stared into her green eyes and he pronged her gently. His cock tip kissed her cervix over and over until she trembled and shook and had her first cum with a prick in her. It was a good cum, better than her fingers would do. She loved it. She knew now why Megan let Bob fuck her so quickly.
Bob knew he had another fuck toy. He kept rodding her slowly as she came. Then, when it was over, he let himself go. He slid in a few more times and put his lips in her ear. “I’m gonna squirt now, Buffy,” he whispered. She shuddered as he pushed it in hard. “My cock’s clear in your womb, baby,” he whispered. “Here it is.” His cock bucked and a long hot silver ribbon of sperm lanced into Buffy’s womb. “I’m sperming you, baby,” he said, as two more heavy shots of juice soaked her baby box. “It’s all for you and Megan,” he said as he packed a half a cup of seed into her garden. And with every spurt, Bob hoped he was making a baby in this cute girl.
Bob made the girls take some time off. He didn’t want their boyfriends to get suspicious. Besides, he had his eye on some other cute girls who might just need a shot of his heavy cock in their pussies too. He told Buffy and Megan to come back in a week for more private lessons.
The next night the girls hooked up with Jack and Mark. Both girls were horny from fucking, and both wanted to fuck some more. They invited the boys into their side of the quad. In no time they were lying on their beds, each with a boy’s hand in their pants.
Buffy said, “My pants are too tight. I think I might have to take them off.” Jack grinned, and happily helped her remove them. Now all that kept his hands from her pussy were her skimpy panties. Jack slid his hand in those panties and slicked a finger into his girlfriend.
Megan didn’t say anything. She just took her pants off and pulled Mark’s off too. “Have you ever had a blow job? I’d sort of like to taste you,” she whispered in Mark’s ear.
Mark was astounded. He’d tried and tried to get a girl to suck his dick, but none of them would. Now here was this milk chocolate beauty offering to do it. He pulled his skivvies down, exposing his long thin boner and Megan swallowed the whole thing. She sucked and kissed and slurped on it until he said he was going to shoot and then she pulled off.
“Noooo,” he moaned. “I was so close”.
Megan crawled on top of him and kissed him. “I’ll swallow it later. Right now I know a better way to get it in my tummy.” Then, to his utter amazement, she lifted her pussy up and sank down on his aching prick.
He wasn’t ready for that. He wasn’t prepared. He blew his cork and flooded her young pussy with potent teenage cum. Megan laughed and fucked her new lover hard, milking every bit. Then she rolled him over so he could fuck her some more.
Buffy and Jack were going at it hard now. His fingers were in her. She needed more. She took off her top. She dropped her bra. She demanded that he suck her nipples. He pulled her panties down and she let him. He had his cock out. He wanted to put it in her but he didn’t think she’d let him. He tried to be sneaky and slip it in slowly. As soon as Buffy felt his cock at the opening of her sex she slammed her pussy up and swallowed half his cock. Her legs came up and her heel whacked his ass. He drove forward and, just like that, he was fucking his girlfriend. She was hot and tight and she made him want to squirt. “You gonna shoot in me?” she panted in his ear.
“I want to,” he said.
“I want you to,” she cooed.
He fired her full of his potent teenage cum. He packed her pussy. He shot until his balls hurt. She loved every hot spurt.
They all fell asleep, but teenage boys can do it a lot. Both boys woke up in the night and wanted to fuck their girls some more. The girls let them. By morning those girls should have weighed two pounds more with all that sperm in their bellies.
For the next two days, every time Jack could get Buffy alone some place, or Mark could get Megan alone some place, they slid their ever stiff cocks into ever horny pussies and squirted them full of hot slippery cream. Every time the girls found themselves somewhere where no one would see, they spread their perfect teen legs for their randy boyfriends and let them slid their pricks in and out of their pussies until they came. Those bad boys always stuck their nasty cocks just as far up in the girls as they could and then squirted.
Bob couldn’t wait a week to fuck his two favorite fuck toys. He had them come in every two days for private lessons. Every two days he served up a hot load of cum for each girl’s pussy. He taught them how to give the best blow jobs. He ate their pussies better than anyone else. They loved his lessons and used them on their boy friends.
Now, you might think that, what with getting their pussies packed with baby butter every single day (and twice at night) that these girls would have ended up pregnant. Acting camp was, after all, three months long.
Both girls had their periods the first month.
Megan missed her period the next month. She didn’t care.
Buffy missed her period just 10 days before she left to go back home.
Both girls told Bob, and of course he thought those babies were his. Neither girl knew and neither girl cared. They knew how to fuck and suck and they knew they could get men to do whatever they wanted.
So they left acting camp knocked up good and proper.
Megan went to visit her Uncle as soon as she got home. In no time at all she was flat on her back while he packed her full of his spooge. When her parents found out she was pregnant, they were furious and kicked her out. Her nice Uncle, who of course thought the baby was his, took her in so she’d have someplace to live. That worked out well for them both, since after that he got to fuck her every single day.
When Buffy finally admitted to her mother that she hadn’t had a period in four months, her mother screamed and yelled and grounded Buffy to the house until the baby was born. Poor Buffy. The only male around was her big brother. She cried on his shoulder and in no time he was sneaking into her room every night and fucking her socks off. Seeing as how it was safe to cum in her, he did. The only problem was that, after the baby was born – a fine healthy beautiful boy – he kept shooting off in her like he was trying to knocke her up good and proper again!
What a pair of sluts our little actresses were. But, you know what?
Neither one of them EVER had a single attack of stage fright!
In fact, I hear they did so well in the local amateur theatrical company … they’ve been selected to be counselors at acting camp!
The End

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Look Darling

A man comes into his bedroom one evening with a sheep under his arm and says to his wife, “Look darling, this is the pig I have to sleep with whenever you hace a headache.”
His wife replies, “I think if you’ll look closely, you’ll find it’s a sheep.”
To which he retorts, “I think if YOU look closely, you’ll find I was TALKING to the sheep…”
That is the end of the joke but apparently I need to submit at least 500 characters so this postscript is both superfluous and redundant. On that note, in the previous sentence, I used the words ‘superfluous’ and ‘redundant’. In this example, one of those words is superfluous, and the other is redundant. Work it out and get back to me… 😉

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Rogue One – 01

Brulaxian World Ships have destroyed seven Earth colonies and are approaching Colony Two. Rogue One arrives with a promise of a way to defeat them. But can he?

Husband Splits his Wife Open

Chelsea isn’t sure of her marriage any longer. Her husband is away so often and she isn’t pursuing any concrete goals. Does she have what it takes to follow through?

Travel Tales.1

Recently a friend made a comment that registered with me in a forceful manner: “It is possible to love somesome and not be in love with that person.” For weeks after hearing him make that comment I thought of the relationship with my wife. Almost 3 years ago she just stopped expressing words or actions of passion. Not wanting to force the issue I resolved myself to accepting her evident desires, but it has been extremely difficult because, even though society has chosen to refer to those of my age category as senior, there is still an abundance of passion in my thoughts and emotions. And so, since I have the opportunity to travel frequently as part of my profession, I decided to go with the flow and see where the tide would take me. Below is one of the “Travel Tales” I have experienced.
It had been a long day of driving and as the last few glimpses of the gorgeous sunset adorned the western sky, I was looking forward to getting to my motel room. Just as I was about to take the exit I saw a woman on the other side of the interstate – she was standing beside her car with her head resting on the roof. I decided to refuel before heading for the motel and as I removed the pump after the fillup I looked back down the interstate and the woman was still there – in the same position. The receipt did not dispense and so I went inside to get one. I mentioned to the lady behind the counter what I had seen and she smiled and said, “Oh, I know who you are talking about. She shows up there every month about this same time – stands for a couple of hours and then leaves.” My interest was tapped and so I inquired if anyone knew why. The lady continued that she did not think any of the locals had every asked to find out.
“Well,” I thought to myself as I walked to my car, “if she is still there I am going to drive down and find out if she is alright.” And sure enough – there she was.
As I pulled up behind her new Mercedes SUV and made my way toward her, I noticed a sticker on the back window – “In Memory of Chad.” That really got my attention because that is also my name.
She lifted her head as I asked in a low voice, “Are you alright?” She looked somewhat startled at first and then smiled as she nodded her head. “I was driving on the other side of the highway when I saw you and when I finished filling up with gas I noticed you were still here. I mentioned it to the lady inside and she told me that she sees you about every month here. I guess my curiosity just got the best of me and so here I am.”
Again she smiled and responded, “I have been coming here every month for 14 months and you are the first person who has stopped – the first person who has asked if I am alright. You must have a kind heart. Yes, I am alright and why I come here each month is a long story.”
I took out my cell phone – looked at the clock and replied (and as I heard myself saying the words I could hardly believe I was saying them), “Well, it is early and I have not eaten dinner yet. Would you like to join me? I am a good listener.” I really was expecting her to refuse, but after a few seconds of giving it thought she answered, “Since we are strangers to each other, I will accept only if we can eat at the restaurant at this exit. The people there, even though they do not know me, they do know me and I will feel comfortable there.” I agreed and followed her as we drove down to the next exit and made a u-turn to get back to the exit where I had stopped for fuel and where the restaurant and my motel was located.
As we ate our meal I listened. Her name was Amanda and she explained that 15 months ago her husband had been killed in an auto accident at the place where she was standing when I saw her and the very next month she began her trips. They had been married for over 20 years and his death was a tragedy in her life – he had been her first and only love. As she spoke I found myself captivated by the tenderness in her voice and the words she spoke. It had been about 5:30 pm when we began our meal and before I knew it we had been sitting and talking for over 2 ½ hours. All of a sudden she looked at her watch and said, “I have a long drive to get home and I am so sorry for unloading on you and taking up so much of your time. But you see, you are the first person I have felt comfortable enough to share all of this with – we had no children and our families live far away. And…… (her voice quivered) …….today would have been our anniversay. Thank you for stopping this afternoon – thank you for dinner – thank you for listening – thank you, thank you, thank you.”
I reached over and placed a hand on one of hers. She laid her other hand over mine and continued, “You know what? I would like some dessert.” “What would you like,” I asked? To my utter surprise she replied with a moment of hesitation, “You.”
I took both of her hands in mine and whispered that I had a motel room already oberved and asked if she would like to share the room with me. Her eyes sparkled as she nodded her head and smiled.
When we got to the room she told me that she did not have any other clothes since she usually drove home after her monthly visit. I told her that if she wanted, I would take my suitcase back to my car and then I would not have any either. She laughed and went to shower. When she finished she appeared with a towel draped around her and I then went to shower. When I finished I followed her lead and wrapped a towel around my waist.
As I exited the bath and entered the room I saw that the lights had been dimmed and there was some soft music playing from one of the cable channels. My eyes rapidly adjusted and to my delight there she was – laying on the bed – with no towel over her body. Again, following her lead, I unwrapped the towel from my waist and made my way to the bed.
When I sat down on the edge, Amanda placed a hand on my thigh and whispered, “It has been so long – 15 months. I am glad the first person is going to be with you.” I whispered in the same volume, “Me too,” and leaned over and lightly kissed her lips. I then said, “I want this time together to be special for you – an anniversay you will remember. I do not want to have sex with you – I want to make love with you.” She smiled as her eyes moistened and she nodded her head in approval.
Gently I rolled Amanda onto her stomach and as I did she looked questioningly at me. I smiled and said, “It is alright. Trust me.” She replied, “Even though we only met this afternoon, for some strange reason I do.”
I slide to the end of the bed and kissed her right heel. Slowly I began to kiss and lick my way up the calf and thigh until I came to her ass. I then slide back down and kissed her left heel. Again, I began to kiss and lick my way up the calf and thigh until I came to her ass. When I reached her ass I started licking in small circles over her ass. I heard her moan softly and then I placed my tongue at the entrance of her crack. I felt her tense and then relax as my tongue lightly licked across and then up and down. Her hips raised to meet my tongue and as they did I slid my hands beneath her and enveloped her pussy mound with my fingers.
After several minutes I removed my hands and began to slowly slide up her warm body – kissing and licking as I did until I lay over her with my cock resting on her ass. I kissed the nap of her neck and then took her right ear lobe between my lips and gently nibbled. I heard her breathing heavier and then I moved to take her left ear lobe between my lips and gently nibbled. As her breathing continued to get heavier I whispered as I released her ear lobe from between my lipe, “Happy Anniversary.”
I then turned her slowly onto her back and knelt beside her – allowing my eyes to devour the portrait of this lovely woman. I leaned over and kissed her forehead – then her right eyelid – then her left eyelid – then her lips. As my lips touched hers I felt her tongue slide between my lips and it began to draw me to her lips. When my tongue touched her lips she sucked it into her mouth and she sucked on it like it was a piece of candy that had just been unwrapped for her.
As she sucked my tongue, my hands started exploring her body – touching eaching of her breasts and tingling as I felt the hardness of each of her nipples – touching her stomach that had a slight plumpness to it – touching her pussy mound that was already sending wonderful rays of warmth to my fingertips.
I then felt her hands on my head as she began to gently push it downward. I kissed her neck and then each of her breasts – kissing and licking each one – taking each nipple between my lips and carefully brushing my teeth on them. As I would suck one nipple I felt one of Amanda’s hands rubbing the other breast and then alternating when I changed. Her body was getting so hot.
After several minutes I again felt her hands pushing my head downward. When I got to her navel I paused and darted my tongue inside. She moaned. I then started licking toward her pussy. When my head reached there I felt her hands remove from my head and felt her hands begin to spead her pussy lips. I opened my eyes and savored the sight of wetness that was already so present and felt the heat of expectacy. I laid my tongue between her parted pussy lips and breathed heavily into her cunt. She moaned and I felt her hips lunge upward. She was cumming. As her body began to quiver and then quiet down I started to move my tongue that had only been resting there. I licked up and down, up and down, up and down – deeper and deeper and deeper with each stoke. Her hips started to flow in rhythm with the up and down movement of my tongue.
After several minutes of licking this cunt that was now like a furnace I took Amanda’s swollen clit between my lips and started to suck. With each tug I felt her body move. She began to move her hips up and down – she was fucking my tongue. As I continued to suck this clit what was so desirous I placed my hands on her breasts and started to gently massage her nipples with my fingers. She was now like a volcano – a volcano needing to erupt – a volcano about to spew its inner juice – juce that I wanted to taste – juice that I needed to taste. It seemed as though the room was rocking even though there was soft music playing. Her hips lunged upward – pressing against my face – her wetness becoming a soaking presence as she soared to another orgasm height.
As Amanda’s hips lowered and her body relaxed I felt her hands on my shoulders and she rolled me onto my back. The light from the dimmed lights radiated from her eyes and without saying a word she poised her body over mine and began to engulf my cock with her pussy as she sat on it. She leaned back and began to slowly fuck my cock. As she did, her tits moved up and down. She started to rotate her hips and as she did, her tits moved side to side.
The speed of her movements became faster and faster and as my eyes were closed I heard the slapping sound of her body against mine. Amanda then whispered, “Please open your eyes, I want you to look into them as I cum again and as you cum.”
When she said that I could not hold it any longer – I began to shoot into her hot pussy. Amanda knew what was happening – she threw back her head and the fucking reached a pinnacle of pleasure as our juices mixed together. Then she sat up straight – smiled really big and did something I had never experienced before – she tightened her cunt around my cock and squeezed. It felt so erotic. Usually after an orgasm, my cock will begin to return to normal, but on that night it seemed that my cock wanted to stay hard forever.
After what seemed like a delightful eternity my cock finally begain to relax and when it was fully relaxed, Amanda gently rolled to my side. I placed an arm beneath her head and as she lay her head on my shoulder and looked into her eyes, I heard her say just before going to sleep, “Thank you Chad for making this anniversay so very special.”
When I awoke the next morning, Amanda was gone. I was disappointed that I did not get to say goodbye. I dressed and took my suitcase to the car. As I sat down on the seat I saw a piece of paper on my windshield. I got out and it was a note from Amanda:
“Dear Chad. I did not want to say goodbye so I am not going to say it. Here is my cell number and my address. Please let me hear from you. PS – I don’t think I will making any more monthly visits here. Big smile as I shout, Thank you. Amanda.”

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