Incentious Family
Not mine…a great author name love4sis
Not mine…a great author name love4sis
This is a story I worked hard on and I would like your honest opinion of it!
Part three: Ron finds out
“Would you marry me?”
“I would if you asked.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes. Of course I will!”
“Thank you” Harry leaned in for another kiss. The kiss of a lifetime, Hermione felt his love, his very being, his soul moving into her thru that kiss and she returned happily hers to him.
The tantalizing aromas coming from the dishes then appearing on the bedroom table, signaled the end of their tryst. Sighing, Harry gently disengaged. “Shall we eat first, or shower?”
“Let’s eat. I’m famished!” She replied. Her tummy rumbled in agreement.
Smiling in content, Harry helped her to rise from the bed. Hermione winced as her overstressed tissues protested. She tried to hide the discomfort, but Harry noticed, and placing a gentle hand on her mons, thought a warming spell. Hermione instantly felt less tender. âGod what a man I haveâ Grinning, he wafted his hand over the bed and their spent fluids vanished. She thanked him with a loving smile and a gentle kiss.
Harry summoned a pale blue robe for Hermione, and his usual emerald one for himself. Presentable now, they adjourned to the table.
Harry seated Hermione. She smiled at his display of manners and waited until he’d seated himself before picking up the coffee service. The service, recovered from his ancestral vault, was of ecru porcelain, chased with silver. Pouring his, then hers, she returned the beautiful urn to the table.
Harry lifted the steam dome over the larger tray set in the middle of the table. Winky, as usual, had overdone it, although, today, not as much as normal. Under the dome waited steaming, spiced scrambled eggs with red, green and yellow bell peppers, bangers, French toast, crisp bacon and kippers. To the side were fresh bread, strawberry conserves, butter, cold sliced Mandarin oranges and juice.
Harry served Hermione French toast, bacon and sliced oranges. For he knew she preferred to eat lightly. As for himself, he took a bit of each selection, and they tucked in.
“You realize; this changes everything.” He said, almost casually, although inside, he was anything but.
“Yea. You know Ron is going to hate us, but I really donât care anymore.”
“From what you’ve told me, and…” Harry added quickly, before she could protest. “…from what I already know about him, I’d say our dear friend Ronald, is deserving of quite a bit of hatred himself. You do not cheat on your girlfriend… especially with that many people.”
“What if it was only half that many, Harry?” Hermione asked quietly. “Would that be OK?”
“No.” He stated crisply. “No, not at all. What I’m trying to say is: You don’t cheat on your mate. Dean lives with Angela and Ramona, but they know each other, and they all love each other. The twins are in a four-way, with both Alicia and Angelina, but again, they know and love each other. That’s the difference, Hermione. Not the shagging. Not the number of girls in the harem, but the lies. Lying, manipulation, deceit…to me, these are the worst kinds of crimes. If you can’t tell the truth, then what good are you? What is your real worth? Do you understand my point?”
“Yes, Harry. I do. But just to play the Devil’s advocate, you’ve lied before. To me, as well as to others. What’s the difference between that and this?”
“Hermione, yes I have lied to you. But I have only lied, in order to protect you, and to protect others from things that would be much worse, if the whole truth were known. I know a lie is a lie and I shouldnât have, however I think that it’s the intent, which makes the difference. Ron has been lying just to protect himself from discovery… not to protect you, or any of the other girls he’s been lying to, but to keep his own deceptions quiet. He’s been lying to protect himself from the lot of youâ.
âYouâre saying your lying was justified, cause you were doing so to keeping me safeâ
âWell yes, of course maybe I should found another way, but then I had to protect you from harm and the others too. You know Iâd die for you, Iâd be more than happy to destroy my life and give up my soul for you⊠Ron lies are just plain lies, no meaning no reason no purpose except to protect his deceits, My lies were out of love, to protect you and the other from harm not of my making. Not lies of jealousy, greed, deceit or lustâ.
Hermione looked at him in total love as what he said sank in, âI see HarryâŠâ she choked a joyful tear âwell donât lie to me againâ
âYes my loveâ
Harry pondered a while, then murmured: “He’s always been a bit jealous…” Harry glared playfully as Hermione snorted at his minimizing of Ron’s worst trait. “…As I was saying; He’s always been jealous, but ever since the Department of Mysteries. He’s changed. Something in him has changed…and not for the better.”
Hermione knew deep down, that he was right. She had pondered this many times over the years, as she’d also noted the changes in Ron after the end of their fifth year, but the healers at St. Mungo’s had insisted he was completely cured. Still… Then his jealously had always been there, just more noticeable at times⊠maybe, it was just finally surfaced, when Ron found something he could steal from Harry and get away with it, well until yesterday.
Dobby popped in. “Good morning, Mister Harry Potter, sir. Mister Ronald Wheezy is here. He is looking for his miss. Good morning, Miss Hermyninny Grangers.”
“Good morning, Dobby.” Hermione greeted the elf warmly. Dobby ducked his head and shrugged his shoulders in embarrassment.
“Thank you, Dobby.” Harry replied. “Has he been offered coffee or tea?”
“Winky is offering now, Mister Harry Potter, sir! He is in the breakfast nook, waiting!” Dobby nodded his head rapidly. He was a good house elf, and saw to it in his house, that all the courtesies were observed!
“Very good. Please tell him this, exactly: “We will be down as soon as we’ve showered.” And Dobby, don’t let him come up here for any reason.”
“As you wish, Mister Harry Potter, sir! Good morning, Miss Hermyninny Grangers!” Dobby popped away, noiselessly.
Harry turned to Hermione. “What do you want to do? Do you want to go back to your flat and pick up your stuff? Ron might try to damage or destroy something when he finds out…”
“He would, and I already have. Before I left, I cast a delayed packing charm. As soon as he left the flat, it would take effect. My things should be packed into my trunks by now. I wasnât going back there ever”
“Alright. Dobby!” Harry happily, called to the house-elf. Instantly Dobby reappeared.
“Good morning, Mister Harry Potter, sir. How may Dobby serve you today?” He squeaked his ritual greeting. Harry had found it much easier to just allow it, than object to it every time Dobby greeted him. He had learned the hard way, to pick his battles!
“Dobby, would you be so kind as to go to Ron’s flat and pick up the…” Harry turned inquiringly to Hermione. She held up two fingers. “…two trunks, belonging to Hermione? She will be living here, from now on. And please ask Winky to find us some references on marriages in the wizarding world.”
Hermione grinned.
“Oh yes, Master! Dobby will do!” Dobby was so excited at the idea of Harry and Hermione marrying, that he completely forgot Harry detested the word ‘master’. He popped away before Harry could remind him.
Hermione rested her hand gently on Harry’s arm, smiling sweetly for his discomfiture. Harry smiled back, knowing it would do more harm than good, to correct Dobby.
Dobby returned a few minutes later, just as Harry and Hermione had risen from the table.
“Mister Harry Potter, sir! I has retrieved Miss Hermyninny Grangers’ property from mister Ronald Wheezy’s flat. Miss Hermyninny Grangers, I has brought you’s trunk and everything there with you’s magical feel on it.”
“Thank you, Dobby.” Hermione replied. Harry added: “Please bring her things to her roomâ.
“It is done already! Winky tells Dobby, that mister Ronald Wheezy is most insisting. He wishes to speak to miss Hermyninny Grangers, immediately!”
âAs I said before, He’ll have to wait until we’ve showered.” Harry offered his hand to Hermoine and together, they walked from his bedroom to his bath.
Harry’s bathroom was more utilitarian than Hermione’s. Like Hermione’s, one wall was almost all glass. He had no tub. Instead, he had a large quarter-round shower made of glass bricks abutting the corner of the room. It was large enough for three or four people, more if they were really close, with a wide shelf running around it, at waist height. Four showerheads set at varying heights, one attached by a long hose, ensured more specific coverage, if called for. All the showerheads could be set for a variety of sprays, or massage.
A toilet stood nearby, partially shielded by a waist high rock wall with leafy ferns growing from the top. A single sink sat in the corner, on a modest countertop with three movable mirrors arranged over it. More ferns and varying vines grew from pots and sconces set around the room. The whole room was done in a soothing mixture of earthy browns and pale and deep greens. As in Hermione’s bath, soft soothing music wafted from hidden speakers.
The shower was already running, steam wafting through the room. Harry and Hermione doffed their robes and hung them on hooks next to the shower door. Harry made sure there were towels nearby, before he joined his beloved, under the hot sprays.
Winky popped silently into the room and exchanged Hermione’s blue terry robe for one in emerald. Smiling, she popped away with the blue one.
Hermione sighed as Harry enfolded her in his arms. She traced some of the scars that marred his once smooth flesh. His victory over Voldemort had come at an awful price. A great deal of Harry’s skin had been flayed from his body. Deep gashes, many to the bone, had bled fiercely before Harry had been placed under a stasis charm. Madam Pomfrey had almost fainted when she’d seen her favorite patient.
His skin had been restored over a period of very painful weeks and he’d eventually recovered, although not without the nightmares he’d been plagued with for most of his young life.
Now, Hermione leaned her head back and rested it on his shoulder. Harry reached out and gathered a bar of soap. He lathered his hands and then applied them to her skin. Hermione moaned in bliss as he tenderly ran his hands up and down her body, touching every part of her that he could reach. She gasped as his fingers brushed lightly against her nipples.
Her skin tingled wherever Harry touched. Hermione had always loved him, but only now, did she understand. Harry completed her! He’d been the thing she’d been missing during the past years with Ron.
Now, she felt…whole!
She reached her arm up and around his head, drawing his head close to hers, and opening herself up to his gentle assault.
Harry tormented her skin with feathery light caresses, just touching here and there. Joining his mouth to hers, he found her willing. Hermione’s tongue met his in gentle but passionate battle.
Hermione was literally in heaven! None of the men she’d ever known, had treated her like this. Ron certainly hadn’t! Now, she thought she could easily get used to it!
Harry slid his hands up and down her belly, cupping her breasts and lightly tracing her nipples with his soap-slicked fingers. Hermione groaned and arched her back, thrusting her bottom against his groin. A nice surprise awaited her there. Harry’s erection pressed hot, against her spine. Grinning wickedly, she wriggled her bum, pressing his organ between her cheeks. She felt the warm glow begin anew, inside her core. Hermione again drew Harry’s head to her own, and rejoined her lips to his.
As Harry’s hands continued to lather her up, in more ways than one, she eased one hand behind her and lightly gripped Harry’s organ, stroking it slowly.
Harry pressed his hips against her, as he set the soap aside, rinsed his hand and found her clit.
Hermione cried out and thrust against him again, this time with intent! Harry lightly traced his fingers under her body to find her petals already open and wetted. He eased the tips of two fingers into her.
He gently pumped his fingers into her a few times before she broke the kiss and cried out: “Enough! Fuck me, now!”
Harry pulled his hand from her, and brought his fingers to their mouths. Each of them took a finger in, savoring her nectar.
Harry gently, but firmly, pushed her forward, so her elbows rested on the wide ledge. He gripped his cock and brushed it lightly up and down her slit before placing the tip at her opening.
Hermione reached under herself and held him in place before thrusting backwards, impaling herself with a throaty sigh. Harry pushed forward at the same time, meeting her halfway.
Hermione returned her elbows to the ledge and closed her eyes, savoring the stretching feeling within her as Harry drove into her.
In and out, out and in, they moved together. Hot water coursed down their joined bodies, as Harry bent over her, thrusting slowly and deliberately.
Long and slow, they moved, taking all the time in the world to pleasure each other.
Harry gripped and rolled Hermione’s breasts as he plumbed her body. Hermione did what she could for him, but the position prevented her doing much.
Hermione realized she had to change this. Straightening, she turned, drawing herself off of him. She hopped up onto the ledge and opened her legs widely, inviting him to return.
He did so, and willingly! Lifting one leg, he rested her ankle on his shoulder, pushed in, and held her close, moving his hips, just slightly.
Hermione wrapped her other leg around Harry’s slim waist.
The new position put considerable pressure on her clitoris, and, already nearly there, she began her rise to climax, immediately!
Harry moved his hands to her hips, joined his mouth to hers in a passionate, soul-draining kiss, and began to thrust, pulling almost all the way out before sinking slowly back into her. Breaking the kiss, he lowered his head to her breast and suckled a nipple.
Hermione came hard, crying out, as she shuddered around him. Harry leaned in and again joined his lips to hers. He began to pump his hips harder now, driving quickly into her over and again.
Hermione came again and again. She never seemed to stop! One climax would immediately begin another! The electric sensation coursing through her body felt like the very power of the sun itself was burning within her!
Harry thrust one last time, and exploded. He held her, as drowning man, would clutch a life ring, while he emptied his soul into her.
Hermione screamed out her pleasure, as she felt his seed surge into her body, filling her.
Standing locked together, bodies shuddering from passion, they held each other tightly. Kisses, both passionate and chaste, followed as Harry and Hermione came down from their sexual high. The hot water rinsed them clean as they each explored the other.
The kisses gentled, until, finally, they parted.
I love you Hermione Granger.” Harry whispered almost reverently. Here, he’d been given a gift beyond measure. He intended to ensure she knew the gift was appreciated.
“I love you, Harry.” Hermione replied, no less awed. She too, felt she’d been given a wondrous and precious gift. Everything was right in the universe, Harry loved her.
Harry stepped slowly away, withdrawing from her, and easing her leg down. Hermione winced as aching muscles protested. She slipped off the shelf and stood, on rather shaky legs.
âyou want me to ease âŠâ
âno my love, weâll never get downstairsâ she relished in the ache.
Harry turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Heat lamps came on, signaled by his presence. He held out a towel for her. Hermione sighed in pleasure as he rubbed her dry, and when finished, wrapped her in a thick terry robe.
She tied the sash, and wrapped another towel around her hair, as Harry toweled himself off. It was only then, that she noticed the robe she had on, was not the powder blue she usually wore, but one of his deep emerald green ones.
“Marking your territory, Harry?” She asked dryly, with a raised eyebrow.
“You know me better than that, ‘Mione. I’m just letting Ron know, you are under my protection. Anything else he wants to read into that, is his own look-out.”
Finished drying himself, Harry donned his own green robe.
“Shall we?”
“Yes. Lets do!” Together they turned toward the bathroom door. Just before Harry reached to open it, Hermione stopped him. “Wait!”
Harry eyed her curiously, as she loosened the sash just a bit, tugged the robe up and retightened the belt. Harry grinned widely as he saw her plan. Any movement, especially when seated, would show Ron clearly, that the only thing under Hermione’s robe, was Hermione. Harry looked from her almost-exposed torso to her glittering cinnamon eyes. Hermione smiled wickedly, then nodded toward the door.
He started to kiss her, but she stopped him âlater, my loveâ
Together, they walked down the heavy, openwork stairway to the lounge. In the breakfast nook, Ron sat at the table, toying with his coffee, and glaring at Dobby and Winky.
Both elves studiously ignored him as they stood by the sideboard. Winky held a silver tray bearing a piece of parchment along with a suspiciously familiar, partially burnt envelope.
As Dobby picked up the coffee service, Ron became aware of their presence. He looked up and growled: “It’s about damn time you woke up, Hermione! Why the hell aren’t you dressed?” Then, he recognized the color she wore.
Green really was Hermione’s color. It complemented her complexion, eyes and hair perfectly. But before she always wore blue.
Despite his image, Ron wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what the color meant. Harryâs matched. He leapt to his feet and whipped out his wand, rage glowing in his eyes. The wand vanished, courtesy of an angry house elf. Dobby glared at Ron; promising much, much worse to come if he tried anything stupid!
“Sit down Ron!” Harry ordered. Ron sat. He was used to taking orders, although not much used to hearing Harry issue them. He tried to temporize. “Hermione, why aren’t you dressed? We do have to be going. We have a breakfast with the team sponsors today.”
“Ron, I’m not going anywhere with you, ever. Not after yesterday.”
“What about yesterday? So I got a little pissed. So what? You came, didn’t you? From the sounds you were making, you had a fantastic orgasm! Can Harry give that to you?” Ron sneered the name, as if Harry were beneath contempt.
“Yes, not that it’s any of your business, he can, but that’s not why I’m leaving you.”
“Yeah? Why then? I love you, Hermione.”
“No you don’t, Ron. You never have. You just wanted something Harry couldn’t have, so you sabotaged his chance at a relationship with me. You betrayed him, and you lied to me! You told me Harry was gay! You knew he was going to ask me to be his girlfriend and you burnt his note. How could you?”
“I don’t remember any note.” Ron lied. “Maybe I lost it. I dunno. Anyway, why’s it matter? Isn’t that the night you came to me and said you wanted to be my girl? I think…”
Hermione instantly probed Ron’s thoughts. Fuck his privacy, There it was! Right on the surface! She saw the entire scene from Ron’s viewpoint. Unfortunately, she also felt his thoughts and feelings on the issue, during the incident years ago.
What she found wasn’t pretty. Ron’s mind was filled with jealousy at Harry’s having everything. He resented Harry’s money, fame, even his superior magical power.
She heard his past thoughts: ‘So! Harry wants to shag Hermione. It’s easy enough. I wonder if she’s a virgin. Probably. Ugly little bookworm. No tits worth mentioning. An arse that’s barely there. Short. Needs makeup, too. Hmm, I guess she’d be OK in bed. I heard somewhere that the mousy bookworms, are usually rather kinky. Maybe I can play this so I can have her and Lavender! Yea. But how do I get her away from Harry. Oh, yeah, the note! Yea! I’ll just chuck it into the fire. What’ll I tell Hermione? Lets see… Oh, wait! Seamus once told me Harry was HOT! I think I’ll tell her he’s a flaming pouf! That ought to put a damper on anything she’s got for him. As for Harry, well, he’s rich. He can buy any other bird. But I’ll have something he can’t have. It’s perfect!’
Hermione managed…barely, to keep her recent breakfast down. She bypassed that memory and began to dig deeper. Fortunately, Ron had long before, proved to be worse than useless at Occlumency, so sifting through his memories was simplicity itself. Still, Hermione was shocked at some of the thoughts she found there. Seeing how Ron really felt about Her and Harry and his sister! Then the other thoughts, for a moment she thought she was in Dracoâs mind.
Harry, knowing she was mentally strolling through Ron’s laundry, spoke up: “Ron, when Dobby saw you throw my note to Hermione into the fire, he cast a protective spell on it, and an illusion to make you think it had burnt. As soon as you’d gone, he pulled it from the flames. He burned himself rather seriously doing that, I might add.”
Ron blanched when Dobby lifted the letter and its envelope from Winky’s tray. Harry went on.
“Ron, we could forgive your deception, if you truly cared about Hermione, but you’ve shown quite clearly, that you don’t.”
“Of course, I do!” Ron turned to Hermione. “Hermione, I love you more than anything!”
“Do you really?” Harry asked sadly, hoping he didnât really. “Do you love her more than all the other girls you’re shagging?” Instantly the faces of all seventeen girls, about half of whom were muggles, came to the fore, accompanied by their names and places of residence along with floo calls or phone numbers. Hermione captured them all, easily. Starting with the one he shag just an hour ago.
âAn hour ago and now claiming he loves me, oooo the, the.. Assholeâ
“I believe the expression you used was: “I have seventeen other birds on the side, that I like to shag from time to time.” Oh, and before you even think about going after Dean, he didn’t say a word to me. Winky overheard you. You really shouldn’t tell secrets unless you are certain you won’t be overheard by those who are loyal to the other side.”
Exhausted and disgusted by her mental exploration, Hermione sat heavily, unconcerned that the action opened her robe to expose her breasts.
As was said before, Ron wasn’t stupid. He immediately understood the only reason Hermione could appear naked under Harry’s robe. He went ape shit.
“You’re shagging Harry! Admit it, you slag!”
Harry didn’t use any magic. He didn’t need it. His punch broke Ron’s long nose and flung the now unconscious man across the room. He made a portkey, to the pigsty at the Burrow, and dumped it onto Ron’s chest. Three seconds later, the redhead vanished.
“I really wish you hadn’t done that.”
“You and me, both, ‘Mione. But, I won’t tolerate anyone calling you something like that ever!.” Harry wrapped his arms around his new-found lover. Hermione smiled in contentment, and cuddled into his embrace. âOh sweet Maeve she loved this manâ.
âHarry that was the last time Ron will ever see me this wayâ
Harry smiled knowly.
“So, what do you want to do today?”
Harry smirked. Hermione snorted in a mixture of amusement and aggravation.
“Don’t be silly, Harry. We can’t do that all day!” Although inside, she wanted nothing less.
“We could try.” Harry shot back. He tipped his head to hers and met her mouth. Hermione had anticipated his invitation and was ready. Her lips parted at the first contact, and seconds later she moaned in pleasure as he gently massaged her teeth with his tongue. She held him tighter, and realized, from his physical reaction, that yes, he could indeed, ‘do that all day’!
He pressed gently ready to back off at the first sign of resistance. Hermione realized he was still quite nervous as to their newly developed relationship and would likely bolt if she gave even the slightest reason for him to think his advances were unwanted.
She sighed in frustration. Harry, as expected, broke the kiss and attempted to retreat. Hermione pulled him closer, if that was physically possible, and would not release him.
“No, Harry. I’m not angry or upset with you. It’s those damned…thrice be-damned Dursleys, that I could kill!”
“Hermione, they’re dead. They can’t do anything, anymore.”
“I know, Harry, but they’ve done so much harm to you already. I wonder if we can ever make it better.”
Harry ended that conversation by rejoining his lips to hers. As before, Hermione granted him instant access. As their tongues fought a soft but insistent battle to claim the limited space, Hermione ran her fingers up Harry’s back, to twine in his unruly hair. He returned the favor in a like manner, cupping her head in one hand to hold her to him. His other hand found it’s way to her lower back, where it rested, tracing circles along her spine.
His body seemed to move of it’s own volition, his hips thrusting forward insistently, pressing his erection against her lower belly. Hermione felt herself begin to heat.
Finally, she broke the kiss, and said, her eyes dark with lust: “OK, but just one more go. Then we go out and do something good for the both of us.”
“Are you saying that mind-blowing sex isn’t good for the both of us?”
“Of course not, silly!” She protested, parting the lapels of Harry’s emerald bathrobe, and running her hands across his skin. He pulled away long enough to open her own robe and expose her breasts. Immediately, he bent his head and latched onto one nipple.
Already aroused, her nipple became harder as he laved it with his silky-coarse tongue. Hermione closed her eyes and threw back her head in pleasure. He burrowed one hand under her still-belted robe, and eased it between her legs. She was already wet. Harry slid his fingers along her opening, lubricating them with her fluids. Hermione opened her legs a bit to give him access. All the while, her own hands had not been idle.
She quickly unbelted his own robe, and lowered her hand to his groin, to find his cock hard as steel. Gripping it gently, she stroked up and down it’s length a few times. Harry had begun stroking her clit, and now, he slipped his fingers inside her. Hermione almost came there on the spot!
“I’m ready, Harry.” She rasped against his neck. “Fuck me!”
Harry backed her against the wall, pulled his fingers free, and holding her robe away, he eased into her.
Hermione screamed softly as she felt herself being filled once again. They were almost same of a height, due in no small part, to Harry’s near starvation during his childhood with those misbegotten Dursleys, so making love while standing, was very possible.
to the position, Harry’s shaft rubbed directly against Hermione’s clit, bringing her to climax almost immediately. As soon as she began to come, Harry began to stroke faster. Hermione fell into another violent orgasm, one of many, that would rip through her before Harry finally let himself go.
Harry shifted his position from time to time to make things more interesting for her. Each change brought forth new and more wonderful sensations for Hermione. Again, and again she came, clutching Harry to her. She absolutely knew that if she were to let him go, even for a second, she would fall to the floor in a boneless heap of quivering flesh. The cleverest witch of her age was certainly smart enough to hold him tightly to her.
Harry began to pump fast and hard now, intending to ensure he shared this climax with her.
At long last, Hermione cried out, as she again felt Harry’s liquid heat fill her past the point of capacity.
âSweet Merlin heâs running down my legsâ Hermione moaned.
They ended up making love three more times before calling it quits, and leaving Harry’s home. They apparated to London, and went shopping.
The two lovers wandered aimlessly through the Piccadilly Circus, peering into store windows, and buying whatever suited their fancy. Hermione saw a beautiful down comforter, and pointed it out to Harry. He immediately led her into the shop and asked the clerk there, if they had more. In the end, he bought three and ordered three more. The mistress there, smiled brightly at his purchases, knowing she’d made a great deal of money that day, and assured him that she would send them to his home immediately. Harry told her he had a car available. She had one of her clerks take them to the loading dock behind the store, where Harry cast a mild confundus charm, instructed him to report he’d loaded them into a dark green mini, and handed him a fiver. As the young man reentered the store, Harry cast a shrinking charm on the quilts, reducing them to the size of handkerchiefs, and stuffed them into his bag. From there, they wandered around, looking into several other shops. Since Harry’s home was already well appointed, the only things they really needed were inconsequentialâs. Together, they shopped until they were tired.
“Let’s stop here.” Harry suggested, pointing at a little Italian restaurant, hidden away in a cul-de-sac off of Haymarket.
“OK.” Hermione agreed, gazing at her lover with more than affection. Harry gently steered her into the restaurant with a hand around her waist.
“Ah! Bon journo, Signore, et Signorella. Benvenuto al ristorante’ Italiano del Thomaso.” A rather round man with a florid face and a black moustache greeted them in Italian.
“Ainglez’ por favore’?” Harry asked.
“Ah, si gratze’! You would like table, please?” He asked in heavily accented English. “For two?”
“Yes, please.”
“Please, coming this way. Please.” He led them to a cozy little table for two, in front of a many-paned window, that overlooked a tiny garden to the rear of the restaurant. The early afternoon light filtered through the hazy overcast made the garden glow with muted colors. Hermione sighed with pleasure at the sight.
Harry seated Hermione, then himself. The man returned to the kitchen, yelling something. Moments later, a pretty, black haired woman of about thirty years, approached their table. She smiled brightly at Harry, and almost so at Hermione. Harry interpreted her glance and took Hermione’s hand. Trying to recover her composure, she spoke in Italian accented English.
“I am Angelina. You would like…to drink…ah, something to drink?”
Harry agreed, ordering a large antipasto platter, and two glasses of milk, in somewhat faulty, classical Italian. Hermione’s eyes lit up and she grinned brightly enough to light the entire place.
Angelina’s eyes also sparkled in the subdued light. In English, she whispered throatily. “Oh, so you speak Italiano, very good too! If the lady doesn’t do it for you, tonight, you come see me. I will see you happy!”
Hermione felt a tingle where Harry’s hand still covered hers. As he stroked her fingers, she saw a beautiful wedding band set on her third finger. The bands were platinum with red and yellow gold inset in a crosshatch pattern. The engagement ring bore a half-carat diamond in an oval cut with a smaller baguette cut diamond on either side, and the wedding band carried two stones; a ruby and a sapphire, flanking the diamond. The waitress saw it as well, and flushed.
“Thank you, no. My wife and I are quite happy together!”
“Oh! Scusi, please. I meant no insult!”
Hermione spoke now, also in Italian. “Non si preoccupi. Otteniamo quello tutto il tempo. Ogni ragazza con anima in lei vena lo desidera. E tutti che passa fare per mantenera il suo abbastanza piccolo capa per adattare attraverso il portello!”
Both women laughed brightly, at this. Harry, whose limited understanding of the Italian language had been exhausted by the menu, simply sat there, knowing he was being teasingly insulted.
When Angelina left, Hermione refused to tell him what they had been discussing; saying only that it was ‘girl stuff’. Lifting her beringed hand, she whispered: “It’s lovely, Harry. Thank you.”
“It was my mother’s. I hope you’ll wear it. You’ll have to give the wedding band back until the ceremony, of course, but I’d really love for you to have it.”
“I’ll never take it off.” Hermione whispered, a tear of joy finding it’s way down her cheek.
Harry brushed it away with his thumb, saying “Nothing but the best for you, my love. You deserve it.”
As he brushed the tear away. Hermione thought of the many times he’d done so in the past, and cursed herself for a fool as she recalled how gentle he was.
Angelina returned quickly with a large antipasto tray, laid out with cheeses, vegetables, thinly sliced meats, sausages, breads, and olives, both green and black. Three bowls in the center of the platter held sour cream mixed with minced shallots, Marinara, and fresh-grated Parmesan cheese. She set the tray on a stand beside the small table and deposited the milk jug next to them, all the while staring at the rock Hermione wore.
“Oooh! That looks yummy!” She commented. “But why the milk? I would have thought…”
“The milk is like the antipasto. It’s to coat your stomach, to prepare it for the acids we’re going to eat. We’ll have wine with dinner…if you wish. Speaking of which, I hear the lasagna here is excellent!”
“I’d heard that too. In fact, I’ve heard lots of really good things about Thomaso’s. Who’d have thought I’d end up here? It’s supposed to be really pricey!”
“You’d prefer fish and chips?”
“A most emphatic NO!” Hermione grinned.
They picked at their antipasto in a companionable silence, until Angelina returned with the menus.
Harry ordered the lasagna and a Caesar salad for both of them after a nod from Hermione. He also ordered a carafe of the house burgundy, stating: ‘If Thomaso had selected the wine for his own table, it would be prefect for theirs.’ That comment had garnered him brilliant smiles from both Angelina and Thomaso. Harry asked Angelina to wait on both for at least forty five minutes. She said she would, and departed.
Harry and Hermione nibbled at the antipasto and chatted amiably about anything and everything…the only subject off limits, by unspoken consensus, was Ron and his deception.
When the requisite time had elapsed, Angelina returned with the lasagna, salads and the wine. She also brought a few baguettes of crusty bread, fresh from the oven and spiced heavily with Rosemary. She took away the antipasto tray and left the lovers alone.
Hermione took a bite of the lasagna and squealed in bliss. “Harry! This is soooo delicious! Go on. Try it!” She lifted a bite on her fork and held it out for him to taste.
Harry understood the honor she’d paid him and took the fork into his mouth. He found himself in instant agreement with his betrothed. The lasagna was excellent. The Burgundy complementing the dish perfectly.
“We have to come here often.”
“Mmmmhmmm!”
An hour later, after ices, coffee and pastries, Harry and Hermione, now replete, rose. Thomaso, greeted them again, and presented Harry with the bill. Forty seven pounds was a bit on the pricey side, but Harry handed over his credit card without batting an eye. He asked Thomaso to add twenty pounds to the bill for Angelina. Thomaso smiled widely and did so.
Outside the restaurant, Hermione commented: “You know, with the way you tip, you’ll be welcome here anytime!”
Harry just grinned. “I’ve got it, why hoard it?”
They wandered the circus for a time, seeing what was to be seen. Stopping from time to time to feed the pigeons, kiss, or just to hold each other. Hermione spied the beautiful stone ‘Eros’ fountain. She dragged Harry over to it and asked him for a two pence coin. Harry handed her the copper, and closing her eyes, she tossed it over her shoulder into the water.
Harry hugged her close and asked quietly: “Did you get your wish?” Hermione brought her lips up to his and murmured “Mmmmhmmm!”
Breaking the kiss, she said âHarry! It’s your turn! You wish for something.”
“I don’t need to. I already have everything I could ever want, right here.”
Hermione’s eyes positively glowed. Teasing, she murmured: “You don’t have to say things like that to get into my knickers, Harry.” She flushed, and buried her head in his chest.
“Hermione, I’m not saying that as an excuse to get you into bed. You’ve given me two of the three gifts dearest to my heart. You gave me your friendship more than ten years ago, and now, you’ve given me your love.”
Hermione turned her face to his. Happy tears leaked from her eyes. “What’s the third?”
“A child. A child of the both of us.” He spoke so softly, Hermione could barely hear, but she understood fully.
“Then let’s go home and make a family, my love.” She murmured.
Harry lifted her chin, and kissed her again, softly, tenderly, fully.
Returning home, Harry unloaded their purchases and led Hermione into the kitchen. Without a word, he lifted her up onto the table and knelt before her. He flipped up her skirt and tugged her knickers aside, immediately applying his tongue to her clit.
Shocked, Hermione could only gasp in pleasure at this friendly assault. Any thoughts of protest flew immediately out the window. Soon enough, she had no rational thoughts in her head, whatsoever, as his velvety smooth tongue caressed her clit. Instinctively, she rolled back onto her arse, to expose herself more fully to him. Harry pulled her knickers off and tossed them over his shoulder, then pressed in with a fervor she’d never seen before. Hermione rested one leg on his back, while drawing the other up onto the table.
“Oh, yes, Harry! Just there!” She cried. Ron had rarely attempted this, and then only as a prerequisite for ‘the good stuff’ as he was to say. He’d only go down on her long enough to ensure she was wetted enough to take him in. Often, he wouldn’t even do that; he’d just finger her a bit and then plow right in! This on the other hand was heavenly. This was the man she love, who loved her loving her. The Hell with Ron, he canât come any where near anything, compared to Harry, My Sweet Loving Harry, âAHhhhhhh Harrrryyyâ.
Harry licked and sucked, kissed, nibbled, teased and tormented her clit to such a level that Hermione fell back crying out her pleasure. Hands wandered, opening clothing, until, after three more repeats, He finally eased back. Hermione lay there panting, naked from waist down, and nearly so up. Harry stood and helped her to stand up, only to turn her around and bend her over the table. Hermione had hoped for this! Harry held her lips open as she eased his cock into her. She cried out a stifled moan as he sank slowly into her body.
“Fast, Harry! Fuck me hard!” She ordered. She had had hers. Now, she wanted Harry to find his release!
Ever the gentleman, Harry did as she bade him. He gripped her arse firmly and began to pump. Out and in, in and out. He drove fast, and he drove deep! Hermione moaned and cried out with each thrust. Sweating and panting they both moved together, causing the table to creak alarmingly in protest.
Paying it no mind, Harry went on thrusting smoothly into her. Hermione grasped the table trying to brace herself against the rocking. She wasn’t having much luck. She kept slipping this way and that.
From the next room, Dobby and Winky tried to ignore the impassioned noises coming from the kitchen. Winky scowled at the thought of the mess she’d have to clean up, until Dobby called her on it.
“We is bonded to the greatest and kindest wizard in the world. He is bonding with the witch that means more to him than anything else. Mister Harry Potter sir, has seen far too much pain. He deserves this happiness!”
Winky flushed and nodded, ashamed to have thought of her own happiness before that of her master.
She reached for her ears when Dobby gently took her hands and spoke quietly. ‘There will be no punishing here. Mister Harry Potter sir does not allow it!”
Feeling the tingle that told him he was getting close, Harry began to drive furiously. The slap of flesh against wet flesh was loud in the room, and Hermione’s moaning cries were much louder!
He plowed into the gasping, crying woman on his kitchen table, intending, for damn sure, that he was going to get this last one!
He did. With a last mighty heave, Harry grunted harshly and erupted into the body of his beloved, pulsing deeply within her. Hermione cried out loudly as she felt herself being filled yet again. Harry fell on top of her, spent. He thought nothing of the nasty ‘crack’ he heard from the abused table.
Exhausted, Harry summoned his magic and thinking very carefully and deliberately, he apparated them into his bed. There, they fell into the deepest slumber. He still inside her.
Three hours later, Hermione woke, stiff and sore, to the call of nature. That last go had almost killed her, dead! She smiled widely in recall, thinking; ‘But what a way to go!’ and then eased herself from the bed. Stumbling to the bath, she visited the loo, than turned to the shower. Winky was there to greet her.
“Good afternoon, Miss Hermione Granger. How may Winky serve you today?”
“Good after…” She yawned widely, then finished. “…noon, Winky. What time is it?” She asked, stretching as far as she could. Hearing the pop and crackle of easing bones, she returned her attention to the helpful house-elf.
“It is five fourteen in the afternoon, Miss Hermione Granger.
“Oh. OK, That gives me a few hours. Winky, would you and Dobby see to it that Harry does not wake up until I return? He is very tired after all!” She shrugged her shoulders and rolled her head in an attempt to get the last kinks out.
“Yes, Winky knows. Winky and Dobby heard Miss and Master in the kitchen. Dobby had to repair the table!” Immediately Hermione blushed brightly.
“You heard?” She was mortified!
“Miss, from the noise you was making, it is only because of the silencing charms around this house, that the muggle please-men are not here!” Winky’s tone was admonishing, but she wore a cheerful smile that took the sting out of her rebuke.
Again, Hermione blushed, furiously. “Oh, my God!” She moaned in embarrassment.
Winky put her out of her misery. “You was saying?”
Hermione was startled by the segue, but recovered quickly. “Oh, yes. I’m going to shower, and then I’m going to talk to Ginny. Would you make sure Harry gets a peaceful sleep until I return?”
“Winky will do, Miss Hermione Granger.”
“Thank you, Winky.” Winky popped away, obviously intending to share her instructions with Dobby.
Hermione gratefully stepped into the steaming shower, letting the nearly scalding water sooth her aches. Those the water couldn’t reach, she handled with magic.
Hermione, now dressed in a deep hunter’s green woolen skirt, and maroon silk blouse, shrugged into a matching green, wool coat.
âWinkyâ she said , the little elf was picking up the dirty towels.
âYes, Miss Hermione Granger. How may Winky serve âŠâ as she turned to Hermione.
“I’ll be back later this evening. I may eat over at Ginny’s, so if I’m not here by seven, go ahead and wake Harry. Tell him I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Winky will do, Miss Hermione Granger.” The house elf promised. Dobby nodded his head in agreement, then turned once more to his cleaning.
Hermione walked out the door, and apparated away.
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“Ah! Bon journo, Signore, et Signorella. . Benvenuto al ristorante’ Italiano del Thomaso.” (“Oh, Good day sir and Miss. Welcome to Thomaso’s Italian restaurant.”)
“Ainglez’ por favore’?” (“English, please?)
“Ah, si gratze’!” (“Oh, yes, thank you!”)
“Non si preoccupi. Otteniamo quello tutto il tempo. Ogni ragazza con anima in lei vena lo desidera. E tutti che passa fare per mantenera il suo abbastanza piccolo capa per adattare attraverso il portello!” (“Don’t worry. We get that all the time. Every girl with blood in her veins wants him. It’s all I can do to keep his head small enough to fit through the door!”)
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As twins Kale and Jeremy grew up doing everything together; from baseball, school, and sex. The boys had spent their whole lives in a small town with nothing to do, so they spent their time together. And like any twins they were inseparable. Both the boys, being identical twins, were 14, 5â4 and skinny, semi long blond hair, gorgeous blueish grey eyes, and they were beautiful. They were the must haves of any girl in school. But as summer came around they spent their time messing around the neighborâs farm and swimming in the creek behind their house. Today was no exception.
As they were approaching the creek Kale took off his shirt and shorts, his brother followed suit. They made it to the bank and dropped their clothes in a pile. Jeremy now slid his briefs down as well and puts them in the pile and is walking into the water naked.
âWhat are you doing?â Kale asked as he half looked away from his brother.
âSkinny dipping dude, itâs not like we donât know what the other has every time we look in a mirror, so why do I care if you see me naked.â
âGood point.â And Kale took off his as well.
Both the boys had nice flat stomachs with the V down to the crotch. Both boys were shaved as well, neither of them liking body hair at all. Both had around two inches limp hanging as the waded into the water. They started to swim and splash each other and wrestle around in the water.
About forty five minutes in Jeremy grabbed Kale in a bear hug from behind and leaned back. As he was about to throw him he noticed that his twin bros dick was standing straight up and about 5 inches. As he released him into the water he thought, âdid I make him hardâ?
When Kale emerged from under the water he was laughing and Jeremy looked at him and said âSo I guess itâs a turn on to see yourself naked?â talking about Kale seeing him (his twin brother).
âNo. Why you say that?â Kale responded a little embarrassed.
âCause you hard as a rock dude, I saw it.â
âItâs nothing man just being free hanging makes it nice I guess.â
âNo youâre turned on by me, itâs ok, I would be too. Oh, wait I am cause I see me right there,â as he pointed at Kale.
âNo your not.â
âYeah I am dude,â he floated up to show his brother his five inch cock. âSee, its just the rubbing up against someone thatâs doing it for me.â
âBut I am your brother.â
âSo itâs like seeing me, and I do get turned on by it. Why you think I donât chase pussy like itâs going out of style?â
âI dunno I just assumed you werenât ready.â
âYou were.â
âYeah I guess your right. But I donât know what youâre expecting.â
âTo have you fuck my brains out. But I donât want you to do anything you donât want to do.â
âLike what, itâs like fucking me remember.â Kale walked forward and was inches from Jeremy, and Jeremyâs heart raced as he felt their dicks start to rub against each others. Kale stopped, looked into Jeremyâs eyes and leaned in and started to make out with his brother. They both embraced each other as they rubbed their cocks up and down the others, moving their hips in rhythmic motions. They tugged hair and finally Jeremy broke the kiss and smiled at his brother. He took a deep breath and sank under. Once he found Kaleâs cock he took it immediately into his warm mouth. Kale instantly felt his brotherâs mouth on his cock; the water being a lot cooler. He started to push his hips forward driving his cock all the way into his brotherâs hot mouth. He moaned audibly, and his brother heard it and then Jeremy pulled his brotherâs cock out and started to like his balls up from the very bottom to the base of his dick. He loved the tickling sensation it gave him. After almost a minute under, Jeremy had to come up for air, and Kale said âDamn bro that was awesome.â
Jeremy said nothing just grabbed hold of his twin brotherâs rock hard member and started to lead him out of the water. He stopped by a downed tree and let go only long enough to put it back into his mouth. Kale gasped as his brother took him again in his mouth. He lightly place one hand on the top of Jeremyâs head and stiffened up feeling his 14 year old balls tighten under the sucking power of his sexy brother. Jeremy sensing this stopped and stood up for anther kiss. Kale feeling no fear broke the kiss only to kiss down his neck and chest and stopped to pay extra attention to his brotherâs small little pink nipple. He sucked on it and flicked it with his tongue, then started down again, kissing down his belly and onto his legs, avoiding his brotherâs throbbing member to build up more anticipation. Using no hands only his face and mouth played and kissed at his brotherâs cock. Finally, being to much Jeremy saw his chance and pushed his five inch cock into the moist warmth that was his twinâs mouth. Kale took it in as Jeremy started fucking his face. Kale just sat back on his heals and sucked as Jeremy humped his crotch into his face. Kale slurped and sucked feeling his brotherâs cock slide in and out of his mouth, on and off of his tongue. Jeremy would pull almost all the way out and push back in, and Kale would meet his tool with a twirling tongue every time. Kale started to bob his head back and forth making Jeremyâs 14 year old cock go in and out faster. Jeremy, felling his jizz on the brink, grabbed hair with both hands and just stopped and held there while Kale licked causing him to bust his load into his brotherâs mouth. Kale started to gag with the first shot of boy spunk into his mouth, and pulled it out as Jeremy unloaded four more shots of hot boy juice on his face and glorious chest. Jacking him off, Kale stood up with his brotherâs cum in his mouth and dove into another passionate kiss sharing Jeremyâs jizz. Kale pulled back and gulped down what he had as Jeremy did too.
Then he pushed Jeremyâs shoulder turning him around and bent him over on the tree. He kneeled down and spread his brothers bubble butt cheeks apart and dove his tongue into his boy asshole. He licked up and down and pushed his tongue as deep as it would go into his brotherâs virgin hole. Kale stood up, and took the jizz from his chest and rubbed it on his cock. He lined his cock up and plunged his throbbing tool deep into his ass. He held it in for a few moments to let his brother relax, feeling him tense up and hearing him gasp in both pain and pleasure. Once Jeremy relaxed he started to slowly pump his cock in and out and back in as deep of his young dick could go. Then leaned over, kissed his brotherâs neck again and said, âYou ready?â His twinâs response wasnât verbal, Jeremy pushed himself back into Kale causing his dick to go the farthest yet. Kale stood up and put his hands on Jeremyâs hips and started to pull him back as he trusted forward. He kept this up pushing and pushing; as his legs started to tire he stopped and let his hard dick plop out of his brotherâs ass. Kale then pulled him up off the tree and laid down on the ground. His brother straddled him and lowered his hole directly onto his straight up member and sat down, pushing his cock deep into the darkness. As he started to go up and down, Kale jacked off his brotherâs new hard on. Jeremy moaned in pleasure and rode his brotherâs cock hard. Kale furiously pumped away at his brotherâs cock and Jeremy exclaimed, âDude I am going to cum again, go faster.â Kale, finding the strength, pumped as fast as he could. In the blur of his own climax building he felt the familiar warmth of the pearly white liquid on his chest and hand. He felt the force of his brotherâs orgasm in his ass and it sent him over the edge. Playing with the cum on his chest and tasting it off his other hand, he blew the biggest load he ever had directly into his brotherâs tight asshole. Jeremy felt seven shots of cum splash onto his insides and just sat down letting his brother come down from his orgasm. Once relaxed Kale looked up, chuckled and said, âWe are going to need to do this more often.â Jeremy stood up and cum trickled out of his asshole onto his brother. He reached a hand down and pulled his twin brother up and said âLetâs get cleaned up.â
As the walked into the creek, Jeremy felt the jizz running out of his ass and down his leg. As the approached the water Kale tackled him into the water and they started splash again.
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Matt and Sophie go back to school.
Kyle learns how to enter the Hidden Realm while Aaliyah tries to dominate her captor.
Kyle takes the first step to saving his sister and Zaritha has tracked Fumi down and makes her attack.
A married couple with all the money they could want seek out whatever pleasures they desire. If this is popular, more will follow.
Jekyll’s new formula turns a father into a teenage girl
Continued from Part One, the story of a woman catures by a lusty blonde lesbian, a dark dominatrix woman, and a tall, black man with a cock bigger than she has ever seen before.
The following story is a work of fiction and fantasy only. Descriptions of sexual encounters between adults and minors may be contained, so those who are offended in any way by such situations are strongly encouraged to read no further. The author in no way encourages the practice of sexual relations with members of either gender who are under the minimum age prescribed by law in there locality. Regardless if you do or do not have respect for such regulations that state that a person must wait until a particular birthday to engage in behavior that nature has prepared them for many years earlier, these laws, like any others, must be obeyed.
In addition, actual names of any persons living or dead which may be used is completely coincidentalThe Rest Stop
BY A.T.Driver
While I am not one of those guys who spends every waking minute searching for young girls to have my way with, or my sleeping moments dreaming of it, I have always had a passion for girls in what has come to be called there tween years, with the ages of eleven and twelve falling into that category. Occasionally a girl a little younger than that will catch my eye, but not much younger. While I have no respect for the laws of man, where some arbitrary age establishing when a girl has rights over her body was pulled out of the hat, I do respect the laws of nature. I do not force myself on girls who’s own bodies have not yet developed to the point that they themselves already have sexual urges.
While I don’t actually go out looking for young girls, I never pass up an opportunity to spend some quality time with one of them if such an opportunity is presented to me. The encounter I am going to share with you was just one of those opportunities. I drive a truck over the road in what is referred to as a forty eight state irregular operation. That simply means I go everywhere with no established regular run. I had stopped one afternoon at one of those interstate highway rest areas you all have seen hundreds of times. Even if I was the type to search out young girls, a highway rest area would probably be one of the least productive places to search since although you will see many cute girls there, they are traveling with parents or other adult guardians. That is why it was a surprise when such an opportunity presented itself at one of them.
I had parked my truck and was entering the main building to answer the call, holding the door for a very attractive woman and her daughter who where exiting the structure. I knew the girl had to be her daughter because she was carbon copy of her mom. I judged her to be somewhere between eleven from her facial features and possible as old as thirteen by her height. I was leaning towards the younger side though since the mother didn’t look like she could be past thirty. Of course I once knew a thirty year old woman who had a seventeen year old daughter so who knows. As I said before, the mother was very attractive and the daughter looked just like her so she caught my eye immediately. Of course I knew in such a situation the best I could hope for was a quick glimpse of her sexy little rump as she departed.
Both where brunettes with brilliant blue eyes and bodies that would give a monk a hard on. The only difference between the two was breast size, and not a lot of difference there since the mother was somewhat small breasted herself, which is what I prefer. No sag boobs. The daughter had none at all that I could perceive behind a loose fitting tee shirt. Booth had nice trim waist and hips that tapered into very long legs, the mother being about five foot ten inches tall and the daughter not much shorter. Both where wearing those terry cloth shorts that fit a little on the loose side but could not conceal there very nice round firm butts. They both smiled, the mother saying thank you for my holding the door. The daughter just said hi and smiled sweetly when she noticed I was looking her over as well as her mom. I guess, even as pretty as she was, she was use to taking a back seat to her beautiful mother when it came to admiring looks from men. I said, you ladies have a nice day, and I thought that was the end of it.
Once I had completed my chores in the men’s room and was heading back to my truck, I noticed the pretty pair leaning against the hood of an older car that was directly in my path. The mother appeared to be counting some money and as I approached I heard her say, I’m sorry Rachael but I’m going to have to. After that break down we don’t even have enough left to fill the car with gas. About time I was passing within ten feet or so from them the mother directed her voice towards me. Sir, she asked, I hate to ask you this but is there any way you could help us, just enough to get some gas and maybe enough for some dinner?
Now this is something that those of us on the road hear almost every day. Sometimes when you pull in to a rest area or truck stop, they are chasing you down with there hands out before you can even set your parking brake. Many may think drivers are heartless when they walk right on by and ignore them, but when you are hit up so often, well, a driver only has so much money too. Normally I too just ignore these people, but on many occasions, when there is a family involved, I will follow them to the nearest station and pay for there gas directly or pay for them a meal. What I do not do though is hand them cash.
I was about to make such an offer when she continued, we don’t take handouts or charity though, but if you have a bunk in your truck, I’m willing to earn it. This is not an unusual thing to happen in such places either, but the proposition normally comes from some strung out junkie who last saw better days a long time before. That was not the case here. Not only was this woman gorgeous, she also had that clean scrubbed sweet heart look that would bring to mind a camp fire girls leader rather then a hooker. And she was making such a proposal right in front of her equally clean scrubbed sweet heart looking daughter.
The surprise must have registered on my face because she added, I don’t do this very often, only when we desperately need the money, but our car broke down in Knoxville and it took almost everything we had to fix it. I have never in my life utilized the services of a prostitute and had no intentions of doing so now, and was about to tell her that I would be happy to help them but no such pay back would be required when the daughter chimed in. She had seen me checking her out so she volunteered as well. If you like younger girls better, she said, I’ll earn it too.
Rachael no, cried out her mother in alarm. No way, she continued, it’s bad enough I have to do this sometimes but you have never been with a guy at all before. Your still a virgin for christ sake. We where having this discussion, although I had said nothing yet, on a sidewalk in a public rest area. Although I knew no one else had heard any of this, I did see a mini van pulling into the space two spots down from us. I finally spoke. Woe, woe ,woe, I said, while holding up both hands, Let’s all go out to my truck, I have a large sleeper with a complete kitchen and plenty of food. We’ll sit down, have a sandwich, and discuss all this in private, no strings attached.
After having said that I just started walking to the truck without waiting for a reply. They followed. I could still hear them talking to each other but couldn’t make out what they where saying. I assumed it was an argument over the daughters offer. My suspicion was confirmed when I stopped to unlock the door and they closed distance enough for me to hear the mother tell the daughter, I still don’t like it but if your sure I wont stop you either. There was a temporary interlude in any dialogue when they got into the truck as they where in awe at it’s size. I have a custom built sleeper that more resembles a luxury motor coach than what most would expect to see in truck. My god, said the mother, you could live in here. I do, I informed her, at least I spend more time here than in my apartment at home.
All discussion of there financial problems and suggested remedy was put on the back burner when I ask if they like grilled ham and cheese while getting out the griddle. A few minutes later I sat the plates on the table with sandwiches, chips, and some sliced tomatoes. I was pleasantly surprised when Rachael slide in beside me, with her mother taking a seat across from us. Girls are very intuitive even if not experienced, and Rachael had already sensed that I was at least attracted to her as much as I was her mother.
I had heard Rachael called by name earlier, and by the time we had finished our meal I had learned that the mothers name was Marie. I was informed, after asking few questions, that Marie was twenty seven years old and Rachael would be twelve in another three weeks. My own calculations told me that Marie had given birth when she only fifteen years old. I also knew now that they where on there way to San Diego with plans of making it a permanent move. Marie told me that she had saved every nickel she could till she was sure they would be able to get there and have a months living expenses when they arrived. Then the transmission had gone out in there car, which also contained all of there wordily possessions. Between the cost of repairs and two days in a motel, they where now down the thirty eight dollars and less than half a tank of gas. By the way, they where still in Tennessee. Two thousand miles from San Diego.
I thought about it for a few minutes before making my offer. Finally I said, You strike me as a very honest and sincere person so here is what I will do. It just so happens that I live in San Diego and am on my home with this load. I don’t know if you noticed, but there is enough room on my trailer for your car. As you can see, there is plenty of room for all of us in this truck. It has it’s own bathroom and shower, but it is a little to cramped in there to be used as a dressing room. There is even a clothes washer and dryer. You have already seen the kitchen area, and the table we are sitting at folds up so a queen sized bed can fold down out of the back wall. There is however, only that one bed so privacy will be almost impossible.
They where both so relieved and excited that someone was willing to help them so much that they where almost jumping up and down. Once they calmed down a little, Marie said, the one bed is no problem, at least you have one so I, she paused, or I guess Rachael if you prefer, or both of us have a place to repay you for your generosity. Oh no, I responded to her, my offer to help you is not conditional. You are obligated to do nothing. Then I smiled and said, don’t get me wrong, you are both very attractive and I don’t think many men would not be attracted to you, but I don’t believe in making women do anything they don’t want to. Now should you decide you want to, without thinking you owe it to me, well, I am a man.
Marie looked me straight in the eye and said, I told you earlier that I don’t do that very often and it was the truth. Even at that, I have never propositioned any man, that I would not have done the same thing with anyway. So yes, I want to do this. As she had been speaking, Rachael had slide a hand onto my lap under the table and was trying to acquaint herself with what she may find there. Marie went on, and if my daughters hand is where I think it is, she wants to as well. And we both already know you like the young ones.
Rachael blushed at the announcement, but did not move her hand. I put my arm her and she snuggled tight against me as I kissed her forehead. Alright, I admitted, I do like the young girls, but in many cases, I added while looking at Marie, I can be excited just as much by there mothers. Rachael had increased the vigor of her explorations and was now feeling as much of my hardening cock as she could thru my shorts. How did you know it though, I asked, I hadn’t even tried to touch Rachael. The young girl answered for her mom. Because I told her you did. Mom has taught me since I was a little girl how to spot the guys who like young girls.
Marie defended herself by saying, I taught you that though, so you would know which guys to stay away from. Not so you could feel them up under the table. Rachael giggled and said, but I’m not a little girl any more and he’s cute. That he is, agreed Marie, that he is. So your ok with it, I asked looking at Marie, if a grown man makes love to your daughter? I wouldn’t be ok with just any man doing it, Marie answered, but I didn’t see you trying to make any moves on her. This is something she wants to do. If I hadn’t decided to allow it before though, the way you asked that made up my mind. You asked about making love to her rather than just fucking her. That tells me a lot about what kind of man you are.
Then Marie looked right at her daughter and said, and you Rachael, if you are going to do this, your going to learn how to do it right. I am going to be right there, on the bed with you, and teaching you how to treat a man. Talk about a hard on. Rachael was getting plenty to feel through my shorts with me setting there listening to that. To know that for a least the next few days I was going to have not one but two gorgeous girls in my bed. And yes even though it was a mother and daughter, since the mother was only twenty seven and just as fine as the daughter, I was about to pinch myself to see if this was real or a wet dream.
Marie then looked around and asked, where are the switches? The switches, I returned her question in confusion. To turn this table into a bed, she laughed. It was extremely hard for me to think with reason since Rachael was still giving my raging hard on a good going over thru my shorts, but I did. Actually I wanted to get out of there for a few minutes to let them have any further discussion they may need to have before making a final commitment, particularly in regards to the lovely Rachael’s virginity. It’s going to be dark soon, I said, maybe I should get your car loaded before we get to involved here. Marie agreed and handed me her keys. If you show me how to work all of the stuff in here, we’ll get the dishes cleaned up and be all ready for you when you come back. I wasn’t sure what she meant by ready, but I was anxious to find out.
It only took a few minutes to pull out the ramps and drive Marie’s car on to the trailer and a few more to secured it. Rather than head right back into the truck, I decided to allow them a few more minutes and went to wash up in the rest area building rather than using my own sink. By the time I did enter the sleeper I was greeted by a sight to behold. The place was neat as a pen and the pretty mother and daughter where sitting indian style on the bed. Both naked as the day they where born. Both of them crooked a finger motioning me to come to them. I needed no further invitation.
As I was heading towards the bed Marie said, with Rachael you’ll have to stick to oral only tonight. I hope you don’t mind, but I looked in some of your drawers and couldn’t find any condoms. I’m on the pill but I don’t want to be a grandma by the time I’m twenty eight either. No worries, I told here, vasectomy several years ago. Marie grinned real big and looked at her daughter teasing, I just heard something, and it was a cherry popping. She then dived on Rachael while a tickling match ensued. Once the serious conversation had ended and the decisions made, it seemed these two visions of beauty where more like sisters than mother and daughter. Of course with a mother only fifteen years older than the daughter, I can see how this could easily be the case.
Having two sexy naked females wrestling around in front of you will get any mans libido going fast. It took me less than a minute to be as naked as they where and join in there tickling. I wasn’t particularly trying to cope feels, there would be plenty of time for that later, but I didn’t try to avoid sensitive areas either. Even though she was still a virgin, Rachael seemed completely comfortable being nude in my presence and only giggled when my tickling fingers passed over her pussy. Eventually the girls where becoming winded and just lay back on the bed to catch there breath. What a sight.
These two looked enough alike to be twin sisters. The only thing that set them apart was Rachael’s more youthful appearance and total lack of breast in comparison to her mothers small but firm perky tits. Below the waist there was no perceivable difference in them at all. Both where tall with Rachael being almost as tall as her mom. There long shapely legs flared into well rounded but trim hips and between both of there legs, totally bald pussy mounds. Marie saw my gaze moving back and forth between the two delectable hairless pussies and laughed. She pointed at Rachael’s sex and said, complements of mother nature, and then at her own saying compliments of lady schick.
I was standing on my knees and Rachael was starring wide eyed at my rock hard cock standing straight out from my belly. Are they all that big, she asked her mom. Hum, deliberated Marie as if having to really think about her answer before telling Rachael, I would say it’s about average sized. Some are bigger and some are smaller, but Jim’s is just about right. It’ll be a nice snug fit without killing you. Rachael was doubtful and asked, but it will fit right? Yes baby girl, it will fit, her mom assured her. Us girls have a lot more inside than it looks like from the outside. Now let mommy show her little girl what to do with one of those.
Marie had me lay down on my back between them as she told Rachael that she would demonstrate and then the younger girl was to do what her mom had shown her. Just lay back and enjoy Jim, we are going to do all the work, Marie told me. Enjoy? I had a feeling that was not even going to adequately describe what was about to take place. I had been with several virgins over the years, but never one who brought along her own coach.
Both girls started sliding down in the bed so that there heads would be at my waist, Marie already giving verbal instruction on the way. Ok baby girl, if you are really wanting to have a good time with a man, you want to get him off once before he fucks you. If a guy hasn’t got off in a while he may come pretty fast the first time and you want him to be able to last longer than that in your cunny. Marie began demonstrating how to accomplish this by running a hand up and down my stiff cock a few times before replacing it with her tongue. She delicately licked all over my erect member, swirling her tongue around the rubbery head, and then slowly with just the tip of her tongue traced her way all the up the sensitive underside of my dick from the ball sack to the head and then sucked my cock into her mouth. She didn’t take it into her throat but just mouth fucked me about a half dozen full strokes of about four inches of my length before withdrawing her mouth and instructing Rachael to now do what she had just witnessed.
Rachael was a very good student and did everything her mom had just demonstrating with almost as much skill as Marie had shown. When Rachael did take me into her mouth she went down a little to far at first and her gag reflex taught her not to do that, but she caught on quickly. Marie having noticed her daughter gagging a little on her initial attempt to mouth fuck me said, don’t try to take to much this time baby girl, I’ll teach you how to get it all down your throat later. In case you have never had the privilege of watching a beautiful woman teach her equally gorgeous daughter how to give head using your cock as an instructional aid, let me tell you, it was going to prove the point Marie had tried to make to her daughter and I was going to pumping cream into one of there mouths very soon.
The two had switched off on sucking my dick several times, with occasional stops for Marie to give Rachael a few tips, including showing her how to fold her lips back a bit so she would avoid scraping my cock with her teeth. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer and Marie had sensed it as well. The last time Rachael had taken over the mouth fucking duties Marie told me, let me know when your about to cum so I can get it in my mouth. I don’t know if she is going to like that yet she added while gesturing towards the head presently bobbing up and down on my dick. Then you better take over now I answered her while gritting my teeth to hold back my climax. Marie had just got her mouth back on me when the first stream sprayed against the sensitive tissues there in. Even the experienced Marie wrinkled her brow a bit at the sudden increase in temperature the discharged caused in her mouth.
Marie pulled her mouth off my cock before I was completely finished cumming and with precise timing caught the last couple of streams in cupped hands. Marie then turned to Rachael and opened her mouth enough to show her daughter the mouth full of the thick white substance then made sure Rachael saw her swallow it down. She then told her daughter, I love this stuff but you might not like it. Marie held out her cupped hands to Rachael and said, I saved a little so you can try it. Rachael, seeming to trust her mother totally, did not hesitate to stick her tongue into the small pool of my cum Marie had offered. Rachael brought her tongue back into her mouth sampling the flavor and then without a word hungrily licked her mothers hands clean. Marie smiled at me and said, I think she likes.
Marie crawled up and snuggled next to me as Rachael said with excitement, that stuff is great. I had no idea it would be so good she added and then asked, when can I have more? Marie pointed to my softening cock and told her, you can probably find a little more there. Rachael was back on my dick in a flash, cleaning every bit of flavor she could find with her tongue and trying to suck a drop or two more from the now limp appendage. Marie asked, you think by the time we get to San Diego she will be a pretty good cock sucked on her own? By then, I repeated to her in return, I thought she was doing a top notch job just now. Of course she had a very good instructor too.
Well, Marie actually blushed against my side. I have had a lot of practice. I told you I don’t trick very often but that has only been true since I got pregnant with Rachael. Up till then I made a lot of soda and candy money sucking men off. She would later tell me that what had got her started as a child prostitute when a neighbor man raped her at the age of eight. He had fucked her virgin little pussy raw , doing nothing first to even try to stimulate any lubrication in her before plowing thru her hymen and burying himself deeply into her, and then pulled out at the last minute and forced his cock into her mouth, pumping it full of his cum. She said when he was done, the ass hole had actually tossed a dollar bill on her chest and said, go buy some mints to get the taste back out of your mouth slut. What he didn’t know was that the taste of his cum was the only part of the ordeal that I enjoyed, she had related. Another thing he had taught her, was that men would pay a little girl to suck there dicks, and sometimes pay more if she would let them do a little more. She had also learned that they would pay a premium to do it in her tight little butt. It had also been one of these men who had fathered Rachael although she had no idea of who he was. She had added that even though Rachael had obviously inherited her mothers sex drive, and that she had never lied to her about what she did, she was determined her daughter would never have to sell herself just to be able to eat.
Rachael was still just playing with my now limp member, sucking on it some and actually rubbing it all over her face. Finally she asked, how will it ever get in my cunny now that it isn’t all stiff any more? I chuckled and said don’t worry sweetie, if you just keep doing what you are, it wont stay soft much longer. She giggled as I added, but there may be something I can do that you will like very much while we wait for that thing to recover. I whispered in Marie’s ear, there is nothing I love more than the taste of a girl while she’s still a virgin. Oh she’s gonna love that, Marie whispered back to me with excitement. I didn’t even know men did that for a year after my first time.
We had Rachael lay down, Marie telling her to spread her legs wide. I stopped her and said, lets take our time and make sure this precious girl really enjoys this. I had Rachael roll over on her stomach and started kissing, licking and nibbling my way down her back. starting from the hairline on her neck, trying to be sure not one spot of flesh was missed. I skipped completely over her perfectly formed tight firm butt, wanting to make it my final destination on her backside, and worked my way from her feet up in the same manor as I had her back. By the time I reached her ass, Rachael was moaning and purring like a content kitten. I began massaging her delectable rump with both hands while paying tribute to it with my mouth as well. Marie took notice that I was spending a great deal of time munching on her daughters ass and said to the younger girl, you pick em good honey, he’s a butt man for sure. Evidently Marie herself would appreciate some rear attention and I fully intended to let her have some before the night was over.
Eventually I reluctantly had Rachael turn over and hide from me her delicious ass for a while as I began giving the front of her body the same treatment the rear had received. I spent extra time on her nipples which had her add some dialogue to her moaning and purring. Oh yeah, she kept murmering softly as I sucked and nibbled lightly on her hard nubbins. Many guys make the mistake of ignoring the nipples of a totally flat chested girl, not realizing they are just as sensitive, if not more so, as those of a woman with fully mature breast. When finally reaching Rachael’s vaginal area, I still avoided her slit even though her legs where spread wide open by now and had exposed her folds to my eyes, including the tiny entrance into her virginal depths. I kissed all around it though, nibbling on the sensitive flesh of her mound until she was thrusting her hips in an attempt to push her pussy towards the mouth she was receiving so much pleasure from.
Finally I pushed my tongue into the bottom of her slit, pushing my tongue hard against her entrance and then slowly drug my tongue up through her slit towards her clit. I was moving my tongue very slowly and as I did so, the pitch and volume of Rachael’s moaning’s increased at the same pace, and her hips also began to arch up trying to increase the pressure of my tongue against her sensitive tissues. Finally upon reaching her clit, I sucked the tiny knob into my mouth and began quickly flicking my tongue over the tip of it. The effect was as if I had flipped on a light switch. Rachael instantly exploded with the first orgasm of her young life.
For a first orgasm, Rachael was experiencing a powerful one too, as she cried out in sexual fulfillment. I wasn’t worried if she could be heard by passers by. We where in the truck parking area, and I knew any other driver walking by would simple get a chuckle out of it without the knowledge that the voice he heard was coming from an eleven year old girl. I was reluctant to let her clit depart from my sucking lips as I wanted to prolong her orgasm as much as possible, but I knew that the delicate flavored nectar I loved so much would be pouring from her cunt at that very moment. I replaced my mouth on her clit with a thumb to continue manipulating her trigger and brought my mouth to her opening. God she was delicious. There is nothing in the world that taste as good as the juices that come from a never before fucked pussy, and she was gushing. This girl was a squirter and I wanted every drop in my mouth.
Before her orgasm began to die off I decided to save her the pain of losing her cherry and pushed a finger into her vise like opening. I knew the pleasures of her intense climax would over ride any pain she might endure from the rupturing of her hymen. She was so tight I had to use considerable pressure but I pushed in all the way to the hilt, with no resistance from a non existent hymen to slow the progress. I knew though that a lack of an intact hymen did not mean she was not still a virgin. Many girls lose there cherries in a variety of ways, from a hard fall on there rumps as a toddler, to a fall from a bike later, sometimes not even knowing themselves that they no longer have one.
Marie would later confess to me that it had been her, who had intentionally relieved Rachael of her hymen. She explained that it had not been a sexual thing, but that as soon as Rachael had been potty trained and no longer had accidents during the night, the hymen no longer having it’s true medical purpose for being there to begin with, she had let the girl have a glass of sweet wine one night. the little girl thinking she was enjoying grape juice. Once the sedative effect had the girl sleeping soundly, Marie had ruptured her hymen with a finger. I just didn’t want to take a chance that she would ever experience the excruciating pain I did when that ass hole busted my cherry.
I didn’t actually finger fuck Rachael though, as I just withdrew my finger from her after discovering the lack of a hymen. Her orgasm seemed it was going to continue as long as I kept eating her cunt so I slowly started to slow my stimulations so she wouldn’t be to exhausted to experience the final event. I had been so intent in my attentions to Rachael I hadn’t noticed Marie had been masturbating herself to her own climax while watching me munch on her pre teen daughters treasures. As both of there orgasms began to subside, Rachael just lay back with her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath, and Marie said to me, I hope you like doing that with a grown women as much as you do little virgin girls. Not to worry my sweet, I assured her, my mouth waters when I look at you too.
Marie grinned and said, it’s going to be a long night, and four more nights of it, I hope you have plenty of those little blue pills. None needed I informed her, just seeing both of you naked in my bed is all the viagra I’ll need. Of course I doubted any man could hold up to the sex drives of these two forever, I knew though, with the miles we had to cover during those days, my equipment would get plenty of recovery time between rounds in the sleeper. Of course at the time, I didn’t know that both Rachael and her mom where going to decide it was particularly exciting to suck me off while going down the road.
Rachael had recovered by now from her orgasm and was in awe. That was incredible she said, make it happen again she added, looking at my now recovered and once again rock hard cock. You going to put it in my cunny now, she asked with enthusiasm? I looked at Marie for one last assurance that she was ok with a grown man putting his cock into her young daughters virgin body. I would rather she waited a few more years, Marie said, but if it is what she wants, then go ahead. I know her body is ready. I then looked Rachael straight in the eyes and asked, are you sure this is what you want to do sweetie? You know that once you have gone there you can’t take it back. You only get your first time once. I’ve wanted to for a while already, she answered, every since I learned about it. I wanted you to do it as soon as my mom started talking to you by the car.
The decision being final, Marie took charge again, having me lay on my back once more and showing Rachael how to get on her knees straddle me and lower herself onto my cock. When I say she showed her, I mean she showed her, impaling her own surprisingly tight pussy onto my cock till her mound was pressed tightly against my pubic hair. Wow, I would have never though that a woman of twenty seven, although still young, would still have such a tight cunt considering her prior sexual experiences and having given birth. Marie worked her hips to move my cock in and out of her pussy a few times. She included a few rotations of her hips showing Rachael how to receive the most pleasure from a stiff rod inside her. Marie was starting to get pretty worked up herself and eventually stopped moving while she just sat with my dick completely buried in her and leaned over supporting herself with hands on either side of me.
She grinned sheepishly at her daughter and said, I know you have never actually seen me doing this, but I think I better stop now or you will end up having to wait for Jim to get hard again. Marie was lifting herself off my cock when Rachael said, that’s ok, he can just do the same thing with you he did with me while I wait. Marie just thanked her for the offer and then informed the young girl, most guys don’t like to do that after they have put there cum in there. I then quickly informed them both, that I was not one of those guys. I am not particularly into eating my own excretions, but have no objections to it either after they have mixed with the delicious juices contained in a woman’s pussy.
Marie still gave up her position reluctantly saying, no honey this is your night, and there will be other nights for both of us. As far as I was concerned, both of these beauties where going to have a load of my cum in them before this night was over, and I would have no problem eating Rachael’s cum filled cunt once more if need be to be sure my dick brewed up another shot for her mother. Rachael got into the same position her mother had been a few minutes before and did not hesitate to reach between her legs and guide the head of my cock to her entrance. She had even already put some downward pressure on it, lodging just the tip of it tightly into her little hole before I could stop her. I saw no signs of fear on her face but wanted to caution her anyway.
I did not explain that I already knew she had no hymen. I didn’t know if she where aware of the fact or not and considering the remark Marie had made earlier about hearing the sound of a popping cherry, I did not know at the time that her mother was aware of it either. Even without a physical cherry, I knew that Rachael could still experience some discomfort while trying to get something the size of an average cucumber into her tight sheath. This may hurt a little at first honey. It wont hurt for long but just go very slowly at first. Go only as far as you can and then stop and let your body get use to it before you put any more of it into you. Ok, was all she said before letting her weight go and taking my entire cock into her in one stroke.
Her face had wrinkled considerably and she had cried out a little during own merciless introduction to intercourse. Rachael had her elbows bent and her hands balled into tight fist. Her eyes where clinched closed so tightly it was obvious she was trying desperately to fight back tears. Marie jumped up instantly and hugged her daughter tightly from the side trying to comfort her. It’s ok honey, it’s ok, your going to be alright, just don’t move at all for a couple of minutes. It wont hurt anymore if you let your insides adjust to it slowly. I could tell the initial shock was passing from her when Rachael squeaked out, I guess I should have listened to you. A few seconds later she let out a breath and said, I didn’t know it was going to get bigger when it went in.
Knowing she was past the initial pain, Marie and I both laughed a little and I told her, it didn’t get any bigger sweetie, you just put it in a place a lot smaller than it is way to fast. You didn’t give your insides time to stretch a little at a time. Well, she responded, you might say it didn’t get bigger but it feels like I have a softball bat in me. Her mother and I both laughed again and the movement caused my cock to shift in her cunt a little. This having not caused her any discomfort, Rachael began moving her hips a little to explore the new feelings as my cock moved around inside her. Before long a sweet smile appeared on her face and she said, it still feels a hundred times bigger than it looked, but it feels good too.
Rachael’s pussy was extremely tight, but not that much more so than her mothers incredibly tight cunt. Her mother told her to start moving up and down on my cock like she seen her doing but to just go a little at time slowly till she was use to it. Plus she said, it’s your first time so take your time and get to know how it feels as it slides across all of your inside walls. Ok, Rachael responded and then reinforced that she had learned her lesson by adding, don’t worry, I’m going real slow this time.
Marie lay back and snuggled close to me as if she though it would be neat for as both to watch my cock slide in and out of her little girls body. It soon became evident that her intentions where not so voyeuristic. She whispered to me, I think I was more scared than she was. I always knew this day would come, I’m just so glad she found a man as patient and gentle as you to do it with. Marie was not a bad mother for allowing what was happening with her daughter. It was obvious she loved the little girl with all of heart. She was just a realist too, and was happy she had been able to help her daughter learn the joys of her body in a safe environment. I had put my arm around Marie while she was talked and had starting massaging a barely B cup tit that was almost as firm as the cock in her daughters pussy. We actually ended up having a pretty intense make out session while Rachael was getting use to my cock.
Rachael had worked herself up to actually fucking herself in full length strokes on my cock and seemed to be doing so with relative ease. Her attention left her own pussy for a moment though and she saw what was happening between her mom and I. Hey she called out, your suppose to be fucking me, not sucking face with my mom. Marie and I separated as we burst out in laughter. This got Rachael to laughing to and she just sat there, impaled on my cock as we all laughed so hard my side hurt for at least three minutes. When we finally settled down Rachael just put her hands on her hips and said, well I guess you two can smooch if you want to, I’ll just do this by myself. This caused another round of laughter and then I said, no your right sweetie, a girl as sweet as you deserves my undivided attention.
I put my hands on Rachael’s hips and she leaned over supporting herself with hands on my chest. can I go faster now, she asked? Your in charge my sweet little angel, I told her. You go as fast or slow, and as gently or hard as you want. I’ll just keep up with you sweetie. Rachael got a sinister look on her face and said, you’ll try. She didn’t even start out slow. It was if she had somehow sensed that she was going to want her fucking fast and furious. Within less than a minute our pelvic bones where slamming into each other with bone vibrating intensity. Rachael was getting into it vocally as well. Oh fuck yea she was crying out. Fuck my pussy, Fuck it harder.
I only knew of one way to fuck her any harder than I already was so I rolled us over without my cock ever leaving her canal. I pushed her legs back till she was bent almost double and began jack hammering into her as hard and fast as I could. She loved it. The harder I fucked her the louder she got. I knew that any drivers walking buy right now where probably stopping to listen for more. As long as they where not aware of the age of the one making all the racket I could care less what they heard. I had never before experienced a young virgin who wanted to be fucked so hard her very first time. At this pace though, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer and I wanted her to experience an orgasm on a cock. If I couldn’t hold out for her though, I was prepared to quickly get my mouth on the trigger in her clit as soon as I had cum.
Finally when I though the dam was surely to break at any second, Rachael cried out, it’s happening again, I’m cuuuming. I released my hold on her ankles which where up beside her head by know and slammed deep into her for the last time as I felt a very powerful blast of cum leave me. By the time I felt the second stream coming I also felt Rachael’s long legs wrap around and try to pull me deeper into her as her pussy vibrated around my cock. I couldn’t believe I was cumming so much since it had been little more than an hour since I had emptied myself into Marie’s mouth. By the time Rachael’s orgasmic tremors where slowing and the last of my cum left me, I was so drained I couldn’t hold myself up off of her anymore. I collapsed unto the bed, barely able to direct myself to the side to avoid crushing the young girl.
Rachael’s hips where still jerking a little as the last waves of her orgasm continued while I lay there trying to catch my breath. When I was able to raise my head off the pillow, I saw Marie sitting by her daughters side looking intently at her sex. I had cum way to much for Rachael’s pussy to be able to absorb it all and some of it was making it’s way back out of her. Every time more cum oozed out of her cunt, her mom would scope it up on a finger and bring it to her own mouth. When she saw she was being observed, Marie blushed and said, I’m really not into girls, I just love the taste of your cum. She would later tell me that only once in her life she had gone down on another female. It had been when she was ten and a guy she propositioned had offered her two hundred dollars if she would eat his wife’s pussy while he watched. I really didn’t want to and I didn’t like it either, she told me, but this guy was offering two hundred bucks and then he threw in another hundred to fuck me in the butt while she watched. I was use to getting twenty for a blow job.
I told her I thought the guys where getting quite a bargain to get a blow job from a girl as pretty as she must have already been by then for only twenty dollars. She just shrugged her shoulders and said, I didn’t know, twenty dollars seemed like a lot to me at the time. Then she added, when I do have a turn a trick today though, I guy isn’t even getting a hand job for less than fifty. I didn’t tell her so, but this woman could have easily brought in a grand a night in Vegas, and been home early enough to tuck Rachael into bed, even after giving the house there cut for turning a blind eye. This was obviously not the life she wanted though, so why mention it.
Rachael was barely recovering from her orgasm when she asked, can we do it again? Marie spoke up and said, hey hold on there little one. He’s got you off like gangbusters twice and I haven’t had a turn yet. Rachael laughed, and said, ok mom, I guess you should have some fun too. Then Rachael looked at me and asked, you said this truck has a shower, is it ok if I use it? Sure I told her, let me show you how it works though. It’s not like one in a house. Marie got up too so she could see what I was showing her daughter. Both where very impressed when I showed them a computer panel that controlled all of the sleepers functions. They where even more impressed to learn that you could punch in the exact temperature and water pressure you wanted for your shower leaving only one mechanical valve to turn once in the shower itself. If you give it a couple of minutes. I told them, it will even adjust the water temp in the pipe itself so you don’t get that initial blast of cold water when you first turn it on. Very cool said Rachael as she headed into the bathroom forgetting to ask about towels. It was going to be sweet seeing that body come out of there glistening wet.
Marie went over and stretched out on the bed stomach down. She said, I’m already boiling hot so you can just go straight for the butt if you want. That was like giving a fat man a free pass to the all you can eat buffet. Within seconds I had my face buried in her glorious ass. I was just rubbing my face up and down her butt with my nose buried in her crack. Uhm she moaned, you really are a butt man aren’t you. To answer her question I extended my tongue to her puckered little rosebud and pushed it into her as far as I could. Oh yea, that’ll get this bitch in a heat real fast, she groaned. I continued eating her ass hole while reaching between her legs to push a finger into her hot sopping wet pussy. Owe, she moaned, you can start there if you want, she moaned to me, but if you want to finish off where your tongue is I love it there too. God this woman was so sexy and loved sex to boot.
What more could a man want. A beautiful woman who loved sex, and had a young daughter who was just as beautiful as she was, and she was willing to allow me to enjoy making love to her as well. I was already trying to figure out a way to take a little longer getting to San Diego. I knew I would never run across this kind of situation again.
Marie was as hot as she was going to get. After watching the activities between her daughter and I for the last few hours she would have been ready to fuck with no preliminarily at all. I am one of those men though, who enjoy the preliminaries as much as most women do. It wasn’t long though before she came up on her knees, hoisting her butt into the air and said, fuck me, fuck me now. My cock had attained hardness again as soon as I had started tonguing her ass so I was able and willing to comply. As I was just starting to push into her cunt from the rear Marie added, you know how Rachael liked it, I guess it’s just in the genes so fuck the shit out of me. I rammed into her as hard as I could on my initial entrance. Marie cried out, yes, oh god yes, a man who knows how to fuck. Now I was actually hoping other drivers where gathered outside.
I had been pounding into Marie’s tight pussy for about fifteen minutes, her slamming herself back onto me as hard as I was fucking her. Suddenly she cried out, fuck my ass, put it in butt, fuck my ass hole, please, fuck it hard. I pulled out of her cunt and pointed my cock barely and inch higher and began to push into her rectum. Marie knew how to control her sphincter muscle and allowed it to open as my cock, well lubricated from her cunt, slide easily into her. Don’t go easy Marie begged, just fuck me, fuck my ass hard. I immediately began pounding in and out of her tight ass as hard as I had her cunt. She was ramming herself back unto my cock encouraging me to fuck her even harder yet. At first I had assumed that her early experience with men who had no regards for her mutual enjoyment may have led her to think hard and fast was just the way it should be done. That would not account though for Rachael’s instant desire for be fucked fast and furious as well. Maybe Marie was right, and it was just in there genes.
I had pounded into Marie’s butt for another ten minutes when she started bucking and crying out loudly in orgasm. I wasn’t going to let all of that wonderful liquid spilling out of her empty pussy to be wasted. I pulled out of her as fast as I could and began lapping her cum up as fast as she could expel it. And I thought Rachael could put out some juice. Her mother was releasing it in torrents. As soon as her orgasm began to diminish, she realized that I had not come yet. She turned, shoving me onto my back, and literally dove onto my dick, sucking it into her mouth without regards to where it had just been. This time she swallowed me completely down her throat and began making a humming sound. The vibrations of her vocal chords set me off in a flash. Marie just pulled back enough to catch all of my cum in her mouth rather than letting it spray directly into her throat where there are no taste buds. As her mouth filled with my cum, Marie actually experienced another orgasm. Not nearly as intense as her previous one, but her body still shuddered as she let my cum slide slowly down her throat.
In all of the excitement neither of us had realized that Rachael had come out of the shower and had been standing there dripping wet watching my dick pound in and out of her mothers rear entrance. She had also observed that her mother had been enjoying this genuinely. I want to try that she informed us. We both just laughed and I said, maybe tomorrow sweetie, maybe tomorrow. Rachael crawled back onto the bed with us, still wet and cuddled to me. We where soon all fast asleep with me in the middle and a beautiful well satisfied girl snuggled to either side of me.
Sometime during the middle of the night, I woke to find Rachael once again sucking my cock. It must have disturbed her mom as well, as Marie just said, Rach, when it comes out of his cock it will be very hot in your mouth so don’t let it scare you. With that, Marie just rolled over and went back to sleep. I woke the next morning to find Rachael still sucking on my now limp cock in her sleep as if it where a pacifier.
I could continue this story into full book form but I am going to wrap it in a few more paragraphs. By the time we reached San Diego it had been decided that Marie and Rachael would stay at my apartment till Marie could find a job and save up a little money. Six months later we decided to make the arrangement permanent and where married with Rachael as her maid of honor. I suggested that we look for a larger apartment since mine only had one bedroom. The immediate reaction from both of them was, why, the bed is big enough for all of us?
As would be expected, as Rachael entered her teens she had to try experiencing relationship with boys her own age. It seemed though, that after any date, she could hardly wait to get home so she could be, as she put it, properly fucked. When she was nineteen however, she met a young man only two years her senior who captured her heart. She had let her guy, who’s name was Jason know about her home living situation and he had no problem with it, even though she made it perfectly clear that she would always still want to occasionally sleep with her step daddy regardless of how far there relationship progressed.
Only a year after they had met, Jason and Rachael where married in a small ceremony on the beach at sunrise. It had been decided that Jason would move in with us. We did then actually find a bigger place but actually it was just a house with a bedroom large enough that two queen sized beds could be pushed together and we special ordered bedding to cover it all. We sleep every night with Jason and me on opposite sides of the bed, and the women we love between us.
Rachael was not the only one to benefit from having two men she loved to share her life and body with. Marie has come to love Jason just as much as her daughter does. No one ever wears clothes of any kind in the house and many nights we sleep with Rachael in my arms and Marie in Jason’s. Even now in her early twenties, Rachael still likes to sleep with my cock in her mouth as a pacifier. While my sweet wife enjoys her slumber with Jason’s cock buried in her butt.
You may think this sounds like a ridicules life style, but it works for us. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. We are now five and both Jason and I can hardly wait for my beautiful four year old step grand daughter to get a little older. After all, her grandmother has already taken care of her cherry.
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Matt has sex with his sister, and the group reveals its secrets.
Life after death can be quite an enjoyable experience, as I quickly discovered.
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Michael finds celibate is the last thing a Father is
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The tentacle demon receives an unwanted visitor.
Some years ago I used to visit this older couple and I thought I’d like to share one of these experiences đ Hope you enjoy
This story is a work of fiction. Like most of my stories, the basic scenario is one suggested by a friend of mine. She had found herself In this situation once, and through discussion, we talked about the basic lusts and passions between two individuals and the internal conflicts they would have to overcome to basic religious morals and overall societal mindfucks the youth of today have to go through concerning sex.
I can empathize with the characters, but legally cannot condone sexual relations between a minor and an adult.
Laura and her Youth Minister
Chapter 2
And yes it was those thoughts that he carried with him to the church that day. He was able to concentrate on the immediate tasks at hand, but when idle time came over him, he drifted back to those thoughts. They were confusing him, and he was torn inside. For once in his life he was feeling very ignorant. All of the sudden sex and his own take on it, his wifeâs, the churchâs and even society in general was swirling around in his head. He felt woefully ignorant on this, and had to do some serious thinking.
Those thoughts were in his head when she walked in. They just vanished in thin air. All his cares and confusion just always seemed to go up in a puff when she was around. It wasnât like love or you know, being in love. But just this feeling of comfort, that he was her escape from the drudgery of day to day life. The same rut he felt he was getting bogged down in.
Michael was working on the audio system and she didnât see him at first. She walked over to the piano and set some pieces of music on it, then used her finger to polish a small spot on the top, one that she always polished, but it always came back.
He relished the times he could watch her, look at her, and study her when she wasnât aware. He had a little voyeur in him and it thrilled him to see her completely unguarded. He got to let his eyes rest on whatever he liked, and spent the better part of a minute on her body. She was a little at an angle, and he could see the profile of her left breast, or the top of it, as the shirt was one of the striped jersey tops she loved to wear, and it hung down over her tit, instead of molding to it. This was a new top, too, something he didnât fail to recognize. It was looser, maybe she had bought it thinking she was going to grow into it. Didnât matter, it looked good on her.
His mind raced back under that top in a heartbeat. Something about how this new top wore on her thrilled him. Maybe the idea that under it, there was open space, and in his mind he imagined being small and in that space, feeling the soft satiny skin below her breasts, and looking up to see a delicate bra concealing the gentle swell of the underside of her breasts as they rose from her chest.
Oh man, he liked that! But it was a short lived moment. Soon she moved to sit down and he rushed to catch a glimpse of her ass, but she had on a full skirt that hid it well today. He wasnât sorry he had dwelt on her belly and boobs after all.
As she started playing some pieces she was surprised when all of the sudden her piano went from fairly soft to filling the room. She stopped and looked around and saw him standing at the door of the A/V room, grinning at her. She faked anger and yelled at him that that was NOT FUNNY! Scared her to death he had!
But she was grinning as she turned and played a few more bars, letting him tweak the balance, tone and then played with a few special effects before he turned it off and emerged, only to stand behind her. She was lost in a piece she had just learned, and he couldnât help approaching her from behind and laying his palms on her shoulders, standing over her.
She swooned a little and played more as he told her how good it sounded, how he loved to hear her play, and she rolled her head over to lie on his hand briefly, which was new to them both. Physical contact had just been the next phase of their flirting, and they both did it, pretending how innocent it was. The unintended consequence was he could view down the scoop neck of the new top. His gaze landed on the delicate swells again, not in fantasy like before, but in reality. Yes he approved of this new garment, he smiled inwardly.
When she lifted her head, he shifted slightly and bent over her to turn the page for her then withdrawing just barely back, but in a better place to continue to enjoy the view down her top. He couldnât see a whole lot, but he could see enough, and it excited him. Was he looking at her breasts, or seeing his wifeâs? The shadows of her cleavage was just there, and mesmerizing. Again that fantasy that was becoming more common in his mind cued up, and he was once again wondering what her nipples looked like, what it would feel to touch them, take them in his mouth.
Bending closer to look at a difficult line in the music, she asks him if he can make out a particular note. He takes the opportunity to bend over as well and looks at the blurred part of the staff, giving his best idea of what she is trying to figure out. She continues to lean in close, and he moves to her side, unable to resist giving himself a better view down the gaping top. He thinks she is fully engaged in deciphering the music and takes his time getting the best look he has ever had, even seeing the lacey white bra edges. He gasps as she moves a little, squirms some and the cup falls away a bit. He can make out the edge of her areola. He feels his crotch stir!
Wow! He thoughtâŠthat hasnât happened before! Not sure what to do, at first he was expecting this huge wave of guilt to wash over him. But it didnât. It felt natural, like something he could share with her. He chuckled inwardly at that thought, of telling her. She straightened finallyâŠturning to look up at him.
He shrugged and apologized for not helping, blaming poor eyesight. Rubbing her on her head playfully, he told her how good that sounded, but he had to go shuffle some paper. With that he walked off to his office.
Michael got there and sank down on his couch, his head swimming. He hadnât been in this position before. All his life he had always knew where to be, what to say, what to do. He was confident and loved other people and loved helping them. He had stumbled across the church and found it a good fit. He loved to be able to be there for others, to lift them up, or comfort them, or give them a boost. He didnât agree with all the dogma of the church, but he kind of bent things to meet his own beliefs. Didnât everybody?
He didnât know all the answers now, but what he did know was that there was a special little lady out there who made him very happy, and he was becoming more and more attracted to her. Could he figure out a way to get closer to her? To have her without screwing up her head? He didnât know, but he was sure going to try to figure out a way to make it happen.
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Anna has a secret crush that she has been admiring from afar.
What I thought was going to be a boring weekend turned very hot!
Sissy’s Punishment Part 2
After the Shower
The water felt good as it sprayed over my body. I made sure that my cock is clean and ready for the next assault. I left the shower and dried myself off. As I walk into my bedroom, and see Sissy standing there still spread eagled against the end of the bed, I smile to myself.
I walk over and now I see the mixture of urine, water and semen running down the inside of her legs. The tray has a combination of these liquids, all pooling together. I can still see that Sissy is still clenching her cheeks to keep whatâs left of the ice in her arse. I remove the vibrator and stand away and whisper that she can release the ice from her arse. I see what remains of the ice, a long thin sliver of what was 4 inches long and half an inch in diameter.
I look to Sissyâs front and remove the clamp from her right tit and place it on her left. I removed the butterfly vibrator and clamp from Sissyâs pussy and admire my handiwork at removing her pubic hair. I let my fingers run over her pubic region and pussy slit, stopping long enough to trace the edge of her lips. I hear Sissy moan through her gag at my touch. I whisper in Sissyâs ear, âYouâve been a good girl so now a shower and a little relaxation.â
I get a metal tray and stand, placing it next to me and whisper to Sissy that I am removing her restraints and any sudden move will mean pain and further restraints. Before I release her I jab a needle into her left arse cheek, just enough to make her jump. After she settled down, I cut the left handâs nylon with scissors, which I place back onto the tray. Then taking handcuffs, I place them on Sissyâs wrist.
Using the scissors again, I cut the other binding and return the scissors to the metal tray. I take Sissyâs other wrist and handcuff her to the first wrist. Sissy doesnât give much resistance, as her arms are limp to handle. I believe that the time being spread eagled has worn Sissy out. So, I whisper to Sissy to keep standing and not to fall, or further punishment would befall her. I attach the collar and leash to Sissyâs throat and tell her sheâs my bitch now and she must obey me at all costs. So I cut the ankle bindings and on standing, took her leash, leading Sissy to the en suit.
The en suit has a large shower recess, big enough for two people to fuck in. There are two shower heads in the stall, one at each end. One head is fixed and the other is attached to a long flexible shower hose. The shower stall also has a metal bar crossing the middle of the stall, which is built into the wall, so it canât be pulled down by any means. In the centre of the bar is a locking hook, which I lift Sissyâs arm up to, above her head, and attached the handcuff chain too.
I check the blind fold and gag, to make sure that they are still in place. Aiming the fixed shower head, I turn it on and keeping it aimed towards Sissyâs head and chest. She doesnât resist and accepts the warm water over her body. I now turn the flexible shower hose full on. It has a thin needle jet stream and a trigger release on it. I manoeuvre it and aim it at her arse. I pull back on the trigger and a needle blast of cold water hits Sissyâs arse. She jumps at the blast and groans. I take hold of her waist and again blast her arse. This time she canât move forward or jump around. I turn Sissy around so the fixed shower is now on her back. Sissy starts to realise what is about to happen, when I blast her pussy with the cold water needle spray.
I lean in to Sissy and I take her right nipple into my mouth and suck and chew on it. Sissy moans and this encourages me further. I begin to suck more when I shoot a blast of cold water at Sissyâs pussy. I keep this up several times, when I remove the clamp from her left nipple and transfer it to her right one. Then I start to suck and chew on this nipple. At the time Sissy is trying to move away from the next blast of cold water, which is not coming. I lift my mouth to her ear and whisper how good it is to eat bitch meat, and Sissy struggles at that.
I leave the shower to retrieve the enema equipment, we leave in our en suite cupboards. I fill the bag one third with warm water and a touch of liquid soap and then walk back into the shower stall. I hooked the bag up onto the locking hook, allowing the enema hose to drop down just past Sissy’s arse. I whisper again to Sissy that I will shove the enema hose into her bum and instruct her that she’s to hold the water and not to release it until I say to. I shove the hose up past her sphincter and turn the valve on at the bag. I watch as the water runs down the tube and into her arse. Now Sissy is clenching her arse, making sure that she doesn’t allow any water to leave her bowels. I smile at her discomfort. Now I pick up the flexible shower hose and fire a shot of cold water at her pussy.
Sissy jumps at the blast and some of the water escapes her arse. I slap hard at Sissy’s tit, without the clamp. Sissy groans at the swat and lets more fluid escapes her bowels. So, I slap her tit again and again. Now Sissy realises that she must hold the water, so no fluid may escape. I send another blast of cold water at her pussy, but Sissy holds the fluid in her bowels tightly. Sissy is learning.
I take the clap from Sissy’s right tit and place it on one lip of Sissy’s pussy. But still Sissy holds the water in her bowels. I lower my mouth to one tit and chew and suck on her nipple, then I attack the other, chewing, pulling and sucking her nipple. Tania and Sissy are very much alike except for age. Their tits and nipples point hard making it easy to pull and chew on. I change from one nipple to the other and then change back to the first. I then check on the enema bag and see that it’s nearly empty. I check on Sissy’s arse and see that she is still clenching her cheeks tightly.
I’m tempted to suck on her arse, but decide that I like to fuck first. So, I remove the enema hose and take down the enema bag placing it into the sink beside the shower. I whisper to Sissy that she can expel the water from her bowels. With what appears to be a sigh, Sissy unclenches her arse cheeks and the water flows quickly from her bowels. I watch as shit and my seed flow with the water down her legs and mix with the water from the shower and down the drain. I pick up the flexible shower hose and blast away anything that sticks to Sissy’s skin or sits on the floor of the shower recess. I blast her arse with cold water and wash her down until I’m happy with my work.
I remove the clamp from Sissy’s pussy lip and place it on the soap dish. My cock has been hard ever since we started my water games and again I want relief. I grab Sissy’s hip and lift them up. As I lift her hips, the legs separate and I force my way into Sissy. She’s tight and wet. She’s liked our games very much because she’s well lubricated for me. I just force myself straight up, as far as I can ram my cock. Sissy moans through her gag and I like it. I keep ramming my cock into her wet pussy. My cock and her cunt make wet sloppy noises and even the occasional pussy fart. I keep ramming her until she clamps down and orgasms. Her cunt begins to milk my cock, making it hard for me to ram her. But then I push through her orgasm and I shoot my load deep into her belly.
I keep my cock in Sissy until it deflates and falls out by itself. I smile all over again, she’s is starting to learn to be my bitch. I pick up the shower hose again and spray her pussy even to send cold water up her love tunnel. I turn around and turn off the flexible shower hose and then the fixed one. I whisper to Sissy that she’s been a good girl and now I’m going to relax.
I take Sissy down and lead her out of the stall and proceed to dry her off with a towel. I whisper to Sissy that I will take her blind fold off and not to turn around, because punishment will follow. I slap both tits again to remind her. I reach into the cupboard next to use and retrieve a dry blind fold. We keep several for when I train Tania. Then I release Sissy’s blind fold and towel her hair until its dry, as best I could. I take the fresh blind fold and place it back onto Sissy’s head. Never once does Sissy turn her head or make a fuss.
Standing behind Sissy, I whisper to her again, âAre you my my bitch?â Sissy nods, but I think she’s answering to quick, just as her sister did, when I trained her. I start to fondle Sissy’s tits and nipples and push myself into her back. Sissy just stands there and takes my probing. If I thought she was my bitch then I believe she would’ve pushed back to my advance.
I lead Sissy back into my bedroom and turn her to face me. I whisper to her again that I will tie her off to the eyelets and not to cause a problem. Sissy nods at my instructions and waits. I lay Sissy on the bed while I remove and clean the tray that she will stand in. After I place the tray back, I pick up Sissy off the bed and lead her to the tray. I tie off her ankles and then I tie her waist to the middle eyelets. I unlock the handcuffs and then tie off each wrist to each eyelet. Sissy is once more standing spread eagled at the end of the bed.
I retrieve the small clamps and place one onto each of pussy lips. I then take another 2 and place one on each nipple. I look at the time and see that I should make something for dinner. So I go down to the kitchen and make some sandwiches. I also get 2 cans of soft drink and a straw for Sissy. Tania had stocked the fridge well.
I return to my bedroom and see that Sissy is still standing in the position I left her. I once again get the stand and tray and place it next to Sissy. I whisper to her if she’s hungry and Sissy nods. I now tell her that I will release the gag, but anything she does will cause her to miss dinner altogether. Sissy again nods. I take the pussy clamps away and then release the gag, allowing me to feed Sissy with the sandwiches I made and give her the soft drink that I brought.
After she finishes I tell her to open her mouth again which she does. I place the gag back into her mouth and tell her how good she is. I have my dinner and lay down on my bed watching Sissy’s arse and thinking of my next way to teach her. I get up once more and pick up two french vibrators, those ones with nubs on the exterior of the vibrator. The vibrators are about 4 inches long and half an inch across. I slap Sissy across her arse cheeks several times, just so she won’t be ready for what’s next. I grasp one vibrator and shove it past her sphincter. Sissy’s head falls back and she groans once more. I turn the vibrator on and tell Sissy to keep the vibrator in her arse.
Now I can see that Sissy is clenching and moving her arse to the rhyme of the vibrator. As I watch I pick up the second vibrator and wait until she moves her hips forward, when I shove it into her pussy as far as it can go. I take a clamp and grab her pussy lips, clamping them together. Now Sissy is really jumping around. So, I grab a little contraption of mine. It houses four 9 volt batteries, connected together and a length of string that fashioned into a loop, so I can hang the batteries around anyone’s neck. At each end is a loose wire, one has a clamp attached, the other end is just exposed wires. I hang the batteries around Sissy’s neck and then attached the clamp to her right nipple. Now I flick the exposed wire against the nipple and Sissy arches her back.
I flick her nipple several times with the exposed wire and watch Sissy arch her back on each occasion. On the last time as I touch her nipple with the exposed wire, she stiffens her body and I suspect that she’s having another orgasm. I smile at the thought that she now wants her other nipple touched the same way. I take the clamp of her nipple and place it onto the other one. I start all over again touching her with the exposed wire and each time I touch her, she again arches her back. Then after several minutes of flicking the exposed wire to her nipple, Sissy again stiffens her body. I grin at Sissy’s pleasure.
I go down stairs once more and pick up a bucket. I take it to my room and sit it beside Sissy. Now I remove the nipple clamp and batteries, which are place on the tray. I remove the pussy clamp and allow the vibrator to fall from her cunt. I whisper in Sissy’s ear to expel the vibrator from her arse, which she does.
As I look at Sissy, I can see she is limp, whilst spread eagled, from her orgasm. I cut her free from her ankle restraints, which allows Sissy to move her feet around. Then I cut her wrist restraints and place the one handcuff to one wrist. I loop the other end around the bottom of the opposite post and handcuff the other wrist.
Sissy can now lay on the floor and rest. The bed is too heavy to pick up, so I’m not afraid of Sissy releasing herself. I tell Sissy that she has to use the bucket for her waste. I’m kneeling in front of Sissy when I decide that a blow job will finish off today for me. So, I tell Sissy that I want a blow job and any refusal or shit performance will be met with pain. I also tell her that I will release her gag and any reaction will, except for what I want, will result in punishment.
I remove the gag and push my cock towards her face. Sissy now starts just to suck my cock. It’s a pitiful performance so I reach over and slap her right tit hard. Now Sissy, with my cock in her mouth, groans at my assault. I whisper poor performance results in pain. Now Sissy starts to use her tongue on cock. I tell her to nip and lick which she follows my instructions. I also tell her to lick and suck on my nuts. Again she follows my instructions.
I find that my cock is growing harder by the minute and I can feel my cum rising. As Sissy starts going down on my cock, I grab her head and start ramming my cock down her throat. Sissy starts to choke but I keep ramming. Finally I feel my seed ready to burst outwards so I ram down her throat once more and cum, sending my cum into her stomach. After several large and then small shots of my cum, I extract my cock from her mouth and tell her to lick up the rest. Sissy is breathing noisily but licks the rest of my cum from the slit. I smile as I get the gag again and place it to her mouth. Sissy doesn’t want to open her mouth so I strike her right tit again. This time Sissy yelps and groans heavily. I hold the gag to her mouth again and Sissy opens her mouth freely. I secure the gag and tell her that she can rest now, training was finished for the day.
I walk downstairs and call my wife on her mobile. We chat for a little while about her, our children and her folks. Then Tania asks me about the training, and I tell her that everything was going well. After that we finish up, with me promising a special treat for her if she comes home, by herself, on Sunday morning. Tania promises me that she will, with what sounds like glee in her voice and we finish our call. I then went into the lounge room, changed the TV channel, so I can watch the football and decide on what to do next. Afterwards the game, I go up to my bedroom and see that Sissy is asleep on the floor. I then got onto my bed and fell asleep.
Part 3 the Next Day
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A middle aged woman’s journey into a world of depravity!
This is a continuing story about two older women one willing and submissive and the other who at first resists being used and abused by blacks and then lusts for them!
The Pendant
Chapter 2
The next morning Dan awoke to find his wife had already left for work. She was a supervisor at the local supermarket and started work at seven each morning. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his middle and made for the bathroom. He was about to open the door when his daughter Louise came out ready to wrap a towel around her. Dan saw she was completely naked. Louise screamed and said âOh shit Daddy I thought you was downstairsâ. Dan had turned suddenly but not before he noticed his daughtersâ pre-teen beauty, her pert little tits and hairless pussy were in plain view. âIâm sorry princess, I didnât know you were in thereâ Louise turned and went to her bedroom. Dan went to take his shower. He turned on the water and as he washed himself he was slowly getting a hard on. The thought of his wife last night coming all over the place and then seeing his naked 10 year old daughter naked aroused him. He quickly shot his sperm up the shower wall. He began to hatch out a plan to further test the powers of the pendant.
He dressed and went downstairs to have breakfast and joined his daughter in the kitchen. Neither of them spoke of what happened outside the bathroom, and Dan said he had to leave to go to the Uni. Louise said she was going shopping with a school friend and they would both return home together as there was no school that week. Dan kissed his daughter on the forehead and left for work.
Louise left and walked a few doors down the street to call for her friend Amanda. She was also 10 and of similar build to Louise, but with auburn hair which contrasted to the blonde hair of Louise. They got the bus and headed into town to do their shopping for new clothes. They had decided they both wanted some new underwear and Amanda said she would also like a new swim suit ready for the expected long hot summer. They both purchased new underwear and a swimsuit each. They returned to Louiseâ house and couldnât wait to run upstairs and try on their new garments. They went to Louiseâ bedroom and Amanda suggested they try on their swim suits first. They both stripped naked and put on the 2 piece bikini they had bought. Louiseâ was a bright yellow one and Amanda had chosen a white one. They both giggled and Louise suggested they go to her parents bedroom to look at themselves in the full length mirror. They both liked what they saw but Amanda said hers showed too much of her ass cheeks. Louise giggled and said âDonât worry, my Dad saw me naked this morning, but it was an accident. We were both so embarrassedâ.
âWow, I saw my Dad naked in the bedroom once. He was asleep but he had kicked the covers off and was completely naked. The man thing was hugeâ.
âYou mean his cock was hard donât youâ? said Louise.
âYeahâ said Amanda.
âI have never seen a real cock but I saw my moms fake cock once. I think she keeps it up here somewhereâ said Louise, opening the wardrobe door.
âThink she keeps it up there on the shelf. Get me a buffet and I will lookâ. Amanda got a buffet and Louise stepped up and searched the shelf. Her had touched the pendant and it fell to the floor. Louise kept searching and Amanda picked up the pendant looking at it closely. She thought it was heavy and decided to hang it around her neck. The pendant began to work its powers and Amanda had a strange feeling.
âLouise IâŠ.donât feel very wellâŠâ. She glanced up and looked at the little bikini clad ass wiggling in front of her as Louise searched the shelf. Amanda reached up and began to stroke the little ass with both hands squeezing and rubbing her friend. Louise had grabbed a box from the shelf and stumbled as her ass was being fondled. They both fell to the floor and Amanda was the first into action. Louise had landed on all fours and her ass was sticking up. Amanda grabbed her again and moving the fabric aside, began to use her tongue on her 10 year old friend. She shoved her tongue in the little hairless pussy then moved up slightly and stuck her tongue in the tight little asshole in front of her.
Louise was still holding the box but the contents had spilled out on the carpet. âWhatâs wrong with you Amanda, please stopâŠâŠ..stopâ. She was beginning to enjoy what was being done to her and continued to mildly protest over the invasion of her body. She could see the fake cocks on the carpet and was surprised how big some of them were. Suddenly she pulled away and faced Amanda. Her sweet little face was smeared in saliva and she grabbed Louise again and kissed her full on the mouth. Louise gasped and tried to push Amanda away. Instead her hand touched the pendant and she immediately returned the hot, wet slippery kiss. Their tongues met and both girls were moaning gently at this new feeling they were experiencing. Amanda reached her hand to fondle Louiseâ little tits and Louise did the same. Both girls stopped kissing and Louise asked what was the pendant hanging around her neck. Amanda told her that it had fallen from the shelf. âWell I donâ know what the fuck it is but I think its one of my moms sex toys. Look at all these things hereâ. They began to stroke and suck on the various vibrators and dildos. Both girls were surprised at the language they were using and the fact that they knew what the toys were for.
âLets get on the bed, and get some of theseâ said Louise. They both grabbed a handful of the toys and jumped on the bed.
âNow lets get naked, I want to fuck you with thisâ. She was holding a dildo that was about 6 inches long, ribbed and thick. They both got naked and Louise got on top of her friend. They began kissing again and Louise moved down to lick and nibble on Amandaâ firm little budding breasts. Both girls were panting and beads of sweat began to appear on their rampant little bodies.
âlick my pussyâ said Amanda. Louise immediately obliged and shoved her head between her legs. She grabbed both legs and pushed them up and forward, giving her greater access to the sweet little pussy in front of her face. The little pink slit was already glistening and Louise held open the little girl pussy with both hands and started to lick and nibble. She knew instinctively where the clit was and gave that some attention. It began to swell and Amanda bucked her hips in the air and moaned âOh fuck yeah baby, Oh suck that little clit for meâ!
She then slid a finger into her friends little hairless slit and another just worrying the little anal opening. Amanda nearly jumped off the bed and screamed âFuck me, fuck me you bitchâ.
Louise continued to lick and finger fuck the 10 year olds pink pussy. She said âRight I am going to fuck you with this nowâ and rubbed the 6 inch dildo up and down the hot wet slit, then gently inserting it in slowly at first and then a little more. âOuch that hurtsâ said Amanda not knowing that she had just lost her cherry. She soon recovered and moved her little hips up to meet every thrust of the dildo. Louise kept thrusting the dildo in and out of the little girl twat at the same time licking and nibbling at the swollen clit. Amanda could take no more and shrieked âIâm coming I think, Iâm comingâ! She grabbed Louise by the hair and kept her tongue and the dildo in her pussy as her first orgasm sent her little body into spasms. She sat up and they both kissed long and hard, Amanda tasting her own little girl juices on the lips and tongue of her friend.
âNow its your turnâ said Amanda. She pushed Louise flat on her back and went directly to the hairless pussy between the legs of her friend. The little slit was already soaking wet and both girls were amazed at how their little bodies were reacting.
âSuck my clit like I did to you and poke my little pussyâ.
âI intend toâ said Amanda and immediately began to rub the area of the clit. It soon emerged from its hiding place and Amanda began to lick and nibble at the swollen love button. She soon found the little opening of her pussy and pushed her tongue in as far as at would go. Louise squealed at the new found pleasure she was experiencing and raised her hips to meet the probing of the tongue and fingers.
âOh shit, this is fucking awesome, fuck that pussy, fuck itâ! Amanda reached for the dildo still dripping from her own cunt juices and slowly inserted it into the tight little hole. Louise gave a jolt as her cherry popped and bucked and squealed as she neared her first orgasm. She left the dildo in the little pussy and raised her legs. She then pushed her tongue into the tight little puckered ass opening of her friend. Louise reached for the dildo and began to fuck her little hairless pussy. Amanda now had a finger in the little butt hole and shoved it in and out at the same pace. That sent Louise over the edge and she howled âOh fuck, oh fuck, yes, fuck my little assholeâ and had her first orgasm. She thought she was going to pass out, so intense was her first orgasm.
âWow, that was fucking great, I didnât know we could feel such thingsâ said Louise.
âNo, me neitherâ replied Amanda. âWe should put this stuff away now in case your parents come homeâ.
âYeahâ said Louise. They put the toys back in the box and Louise again stood on the buffet and put it back on the shelf. Amanda was again looking at the firm naked body of her friend and again felt herself getting horny. She started to play with her smooth soft pussy and then said âHere put this back tooâ. She handed Louise the pendant who placed it on the shelf. She got down and closed the doors of the wardrobe. They grabbed their bikinis and made the room tidy and went to Louiseâ room. They both fell on the bed giggling and Amanda said âWhat do you think just happenedâ? I have never felt like that beforeâ. âMe neitherâ said Louise. âIt must have been that pendant thingâ. Did you like doing what we didâ? she asked.
it again?
âOh yes definitelyâ. I want to fuck all day now and I want a real cock inside meâ.
Both girls giggled and hugged each other then Amanda said she would have to leave now and go home. They both got dressed and Louise let her friend out.
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