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Queen Yavara: Chapter 13

Part 4 recap: Elena enslaves a family of succubi who attempted to capture her and Brock. Leveria tortures her mother before having her executed, and Yavara and Prestira acquire the aid of Drake Titus and his mercenary army of vampires.

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The rise and fall of a boy called Rave part 3

Rolling the dice…
The estate was a 1960 architect concrete nightmare. Dozens of blocks of flats all of different design, all made out of the same grey concrete, with paint faded doors and decaying plaster board wall inside. They were going to be the buildings of tomorrow but tomorrow had passed them by. Its easy access roofs and it underground warren parking and overhead walkway made it imposable to police so they had stopped trying long ago. They stayed in their cars now only ever driving though in twos for fear of the gangs. The same things that made in a bad place to police made it a good place to run. I love the estate it was home, I hated the estate it was hell.
A roof top vanished underneath me as I sailed through the air the top of the next block of flats coming up to meet me. I hooted with joy as Taz crashed down beside me and kept going. I used to run like this on my own when I was younger but after 2 months spending so much time with Taz it had been so easy for him to join me. The words free running and parkour had not come out yet but I guess that is what we were doing. In truth it had become as much a part of my training as my time up one the roof at heaven. Together we learned how to control our muscle and just how much we could take.
I skidded at the end of the roof and used my momentum to slide down the wall. I pushed off and back flipped across the alley landing on the balcony opposite, Taz came down on the ventilation ducked above me. I ran along the banisters toward the end of the block, I jumped and grabbed at a walk way above me. It felt like I only grazed it but it was more than enough to send me up and onto it scrambling over its sides. Taz had to jump down without over shooting, he crashed ageist the far rail but bounced back and we where off again.
We jumped, slid and scrambled our way down 6 more floors and slid into the window for an underground car park. We where both bleeding, I had missed a corner on a jump and had ripped a gash along my chest, he had missed a landing and rolled badly grazing he shoulder, and panting for breath. We smiled at each other it was a simple joy but a pure one.
“So” he said “are you all set for tonight, your first full moon party as a member isn’t it?”
“Aye some of my friends are going to roll, it is a big day for them, and they haven’t stopped talking about it for weeks” I said. The full moon party was the chances ever 3 month that hanger on got to become members of the Dead Heads. No one had too, we would still protect you from outsiders but you where a second class citizen within the gang with few if any rights. So most joined up once the gang said they were old enough, I was an early developer so I got in early.
“Who?”
“Clepto Mike for one and ar’Faye” I answered.
“Really, best make sour Mike doesn’t nick the dice and little Faye I would love to…” He trailed off at the look on my face.
“I know she has to roll, she wants in, but you finish those words and friend or not I will kick your arse.” I said “She is my best friend has been for as long as I can remember, still I got a plan, so long as she rolls low.”
“Plan, what plan?”
“To keep that wanker Eddy off her, I want you to tell some of the others that me and Mike are like kin, which is true, but do it where Eddy will hear. He hates me and I am going to need help from that vindictive bastard to pull this off” I said
“Alreet” He said and we walked back to base.
We walked into the old YMCA and he went off to find someone to talk to in front of fast Eddy. I walked up to the bottom of the stairs, I still didn’t have walk up privileges but I was close to it. One of the Daves stood at the stairs, his prefix was Disco.
“Alreet Disco, is Bex up there?” I asked
“Alreet Rave, Aye she is up there, do you want to go up?” he asked
“Nar you had best go up and ask if I can see her, she hurts me enough when she is in a good mood with me, I will watch the stairs.”
He went and came back to let me up, Bex would let me up. Her room was part hospital part bondage chamber. I knew she would head there once Disco told her I was here. She dragged me in kissing me, deep, she ran her hands over my chest until she found the wet spot on my shoulder. She placed her thumb over the cut and squeezed. I gasped in pain but didn’t pull back, pain was just part of being Bex’s play thing. She slipped my top off and looked at the cut.
“Shall mommy kiss it better” She ran her tong over the cut, she like the taste of blood even more than I did. She kissed me again, I could taste my own blood on her tong, I was getting turned on.
“Wait stop! I really want to fuck you right now, you look amassing but I need to talk to you” She was disappointed but since I had taken her on a date our ‘relationship’ was now at a point where we didn’t just have to fuck. “Faye is going to roll tonight you know?”
“Yes I know, it has been going around. So is it true or is my dick of a cousin getting all hot and bothered over nothing?”
“Aye it is true but I have a plan, you get to fuck over Eddy and you will get some fun out of it works, so you want in?”
“Ok tell me, but while you do I am going to have a smoke” She lit a cigarette I took a long hard drag. I smiled in expectation of the pain to come and began to talk as she drove the glowing red end into my bear chest.
The night was quite warm for early December, the full moon gave enough light that it didn’t matter that half the street lights had been smashed. I stood on the corner outside the YMCA, my body still hurt from the ‘conversation’ with Bex if she kept up her relationship with me for much longer I was going to have to get her to quit smoking. I nodded to most of the members that passed, exchanged words with those that were friends of mine, it was a simple tactic but most of them would now remember me.
Once all the big players had arrived I followed them in, talking loudly with Cain making sure people saw. He headed up stairs and I took my place by the door of the common room. The mattresses had been moved from the middle of the room to be replaced by a small table and open floor. 8 boys and 5 girls stood in one corner, all where in my year, most had turned 13 to look old enough to join. I nodded at Mike. He was a compulsive thief, I would trust him with my life but not my watch but all that had changed when be found cars. He stole his first one when he was 9, he could barely reach the peddles but he never stopped. I had put it around that he was going to make a good driver for the gang.
The elites of the gang came downstairs and took up their places on the walls. Lacy called Mike’s name first, I had made shore of that, people remember the first but after that it got samey. He walked to the table, Lacy set down a cup and a pair of dice. The dice where old, people say that they were made from the bones of a dead man but people said allot of things. Mike shook and rolled. 5 wasn’t a bad roll, any roll lest than 7 was good, Eddy’s boys walked around picking lads off the walls, I was the last of the 5 to be picked, and I looked over at Eddy the smug look on his face disappeared when I winked at him. This was a test as much for me as it was for Mike.
He stood in the open space on the floor and the other lads spread out around him. We smiled at each other and the bell rang as I head butted him. People chanted and clapped as he stood up well as the 5 of us hit him but no one ever stood for the full minute once he went down we gave him a kicking until the bell rang again and we stopped, this was tonight’s entertainment . You can do some damage in a minute but none of us had really gone for his head, he was bleeding a bit but we helped him up. He was in. I grabbed a bottle of WhiteLighting that was being passed along the wall and handed it to him.
It carried on boy after boy, the third one rolled a 11 and had to be taken upstairs to be fixed up. The fifth panicked and started swinging once the bell rang. It was bad form but he still stood his ground so he was in but they didn’t let him passed easy. The boys pass, they where now lads members of the gang and now it was the girls turn. The girls were going to run train.
The first was an over developed curvy blond with curly hair called Stacie, she had got a reputation as a bit easy. In fact I had lost my virginity to her in the school toilet almost a year ago. She was the fittest girl coming on tonight and I watched as some of the gangs top lads move forward, not waiting to be picked it was a good president for later. She rolled a 6 to the disappointment of some. Cain pushed forward, a growl sending other out of his way. Stacie began to take off her pants to the jeering of the crowed, you could see the wetness on the inside of her legs. I doubt she was turned on but the girls that were smart would have masturbated before coming here.
Cain pushed her roughly onto the table and undid his fly. He slammed into her hard, thrusting over and over again as we clapped and cheered, he pushed her top and bra over her breast and they jiggled with each thrust. She started faking her own pleasure but it was clearly not real. Cain finished quickly his body tensing over and over, he pulled out and slapped her arse hard.
“Next” Cain yelled.
This time she didn’t even bother to try and act like she was enjoying it, she just lay back and took it one after the other. The lads where horny and she was attractive so the count of 6 didn’t last long. I clapped as she stood to take a shaky bow at the end. I knew Bex hated this, if she had her way the girls would take a beating just like the boys, so I hadn’t cheered as it went on and I knew that she would be watching me. She was help away to clean up and the next girl stepped forward.
She was a tall, skinny, geeky brunette called Amy that was joining solely for protection from the other gangs. She was shaking even before she rolled, she rolled 11 but I smiled, it was good for me as most people that had a higher rank than me would have had ago, then the guilt hit I was truly sorry for the girl. Tears began running down her face as she stripped her chest was little more than two lumps around her nipples standing out from her ribs but her legs where quality long and toned. Again lads push forwards, some looked for me to do the same as my status would have put me within their number, when any met my eye I nodded towards Bex.
Amy wasn’t prepared, she hadn’t started herself before hand, but that didn’t matter to one of Eddy’s cronies who went first. His hard entrance clearly coursing the poor girl pain, she was sobbing openly by the time he was done and the next lad took his place. It was a pathetic sight watching her take her 11, I looked to see the other Berserkers felt the same even Cain who had so recently taken Stacie. It would mean more support for me but I was a rough price. The lower orders didn’t seem to notice their leaders dislike cheering all the more at the girls pain, I think that was the first time I felt self-loathing for myself and my gang, it was an emotion I was to get used to.
Once the sceptical was over Amy tried to stand but her legs gave out and she feel. The lad next to me laughed and I had had enough of them all. I hit him, it was a beautiful overhand right my go to punch, and he went down like a puppet with his strings cut. His mates moved forwards but one look from me sent them back to their places.
“She just took her number. She is a member now! AND ANY ONE WHO LAUGHS WILL DEAL WITH ME!” I was passed caring about the rest of them. I felt Taz and Cain move in case I lost it and needed pulling off. I walked over to Amy and helped her up, my eyes begging for someone to stop me. I passed her off to a pair of girls who half lead, half carried the girl upstairs to be seen to.
I had the floor now, all eyes were on me and my eyes were on Eddy. Fast Eddy, my boss’s cousin, a coward, a bastard but very smart, powerful and vicious. Eddy had a thing for virgins and that is where my problems started. About a week ago it went round that Faye was one and Eddy heard. He wouldn’t touch her I had decided then and there, she was not going to lose it to that wanker. She was going to lose it to someone that cared for her even if that was me, I didn’t love her not then but she was my best friend and I would take care of her.
“Ar’Faye it is your roll” The dice fell and I broke eye contact to look at the number, 4 I could work with 4. I took Faye’s hand “Taz, Dale are two you coming” Dale was I pretty lad in Taz’s year, had a reputation as a heart breaker and I knew why.
Eddy exploded into motion talking so fast that it was hard to follow “You don’t too pick who is going to do her, I do”
“You didn’t pick Cain or any of the others. They did by being harder than the others, if you think you are harder than me I will fight you over her” the look on his face was worth the trouble this would get me. Eddy was 16, bigger and stronger than I was but he was a coward and I was a young monster.
“That is still only 3” his last resort.
“What you don’t think Bex can fuck twice as hard as anyone else here” at the mention of her name Bex stepped forwards, now it looked like her plan not mine, everyone knew I was her plaything.
“It has to be done down her”
“If you are that desperate to see me naked then you can fight Rave” said Bex
With that she took us up stairs.
The room she picked had two large beds and a curtain down the middle.
“Taz, you and Dale can have the bed on the right, you got as much time as it takes us” I said
Taz looked panicked, half crazed “You know about me, us…”
“Aye I know, I have been spending more time with you than anyone, you good but you need to learn not to stare at Dale’s arse when he leaves the room.” Taz was red now, I wasn’t sure if he was going to laugh or kill me “but I am cool with it, most lads would be into it but hay. You… Are… My… Friend Taz” My hands where flat, out to my sides, trying not to look like I was a threat.
“And Bex?” he asked after a deep breath
“She knows everything that goes on around here, she knew before me, hell she probably knew before you.” This got a smile “so I am cool with it, really, and Faye won’t have a problem. So you two have fun. Oh and” I kissed Taz “the rule say she must have sex with four of us, I think that is enough contact don’t you.” We both broke down laughing.
I pulled the curtain across and left them alone. I took Faye’s hand and lead her to the other bed, I kissed her, it felt strange and forced, she didn’t know what she was doing. I broke off and looked into her eyes. Faye was pretty in a childish way, chubby checks and a button nose framed by long strait red hair and covered in freckles. She was still short, not making 5 foot yet, her hips had begun to develop faster than her breast giving her a pair shaped look.
“You set this up for me” she said
“Well for you and for me, as you are very sexy” I laughed “and pissing of Eddy is its reward and Bex does like to watch”
“Watch, I am going to do much more than watch” Bex leaned in and kissed Faye. It may have just been the male part of my brain but that looked as a far better than my kiss felt.
Bex began to strip off Faye’s cloths. She took of her top and bra first knowing I had a thing for girls in just pants. It was the first time I had seen her topless. Her freckles continued down her neck onto her chest stopping in a ragged line about an inch above the swell of her adolescent breasts. I slipped my own top over my head and she gasped. I really was a mess when I looked down, I had more than a dozen scars on my chest and the open wound from this morning run the where also the cigarette burns new and old and bruising all over the place. I had got use to looking and feeling like this but it was a shock to her.
“How did this happen?” she said running her hand along the scars. I almost laughed, she had heard all the stories of what I did, of who I was and yet she never really heard any of it not the pain or the damage.
“I lived, you want to try it sometime” this time the kiss was real, passionate and slow. I moved my hands around her hips until they came to rest on her waist band. I knelt to pull down her pants reviling her delicate little pussy covered in soft red hair, even on my knees my face was level with her chest, I kissed her between her breasts. I picked up the now nude girl, she weighed nothing, and carried her to the bed. I could hear groaning coming from behind the curtain as I laid her down. I took of the rest of my cloths and looked over at Bex.
“Are you going to join us?” and I put my attention back onto Faye. Her skin was smooth and her flesh was soft. She smelled nice and I inhaled deeply. I ran my tong along her collar bone making her shiver involuntarily. I felt Bex’s hands on my pants pulling them down, my semi hard cock sprung free. Bex pushed me to the side and so she could get better access her right hand found my cock while her left found Faye’s slit, getting a shocked squeal from her lips. I descended my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth, I sucked slowly, teasing with my tong. Bex let go of my now solid member to focus on Faye. I shaper intake of breath signalled when Bex’s mouth reached her pussy. I let her hard nipple slip from my mouth and move to the other. After a few minutes like this Bex toch my arm.
“She is ready Rave, take it slow” She said and moved off the bed giving us room. I lined my body up on top of hers, keeping eye contact and as much of our bodies touching and possible, she pull her legs really too far apart but I wasn’t going to bring it up. I pushed into her slowly giving her time to stretch and adjust until I hit her hymen. I stopped looking down at her with adoration.
“This will hurt, are you ready?” At the little nod I trust forward feeling her break. The breath look of pain on her face made me stop. “Do you want to go on?” again the nod, I kept it slow until I was completely inside her. I stayed there letting her get use to the feel. Then I began to trust still slow, building tempo until it match her natural rhythm. As her moans built with my own I notices Bex was now naked and touching herself. She grabbed my throat, pulling me up and breaking most of my body contact. I was about to push her off, to move back to the embrace with Faye when she leaned down. Her tong licked rapidly at the point where my cock entered Faye, getting her clit and the base of my cock. The new sensation almost sent me over the edge and it was only then that I realised how close I was.
I focused on not cumming, this night was about Faye, I was not going to cum first. I was lucky, Bex’s tong had drove Faye wild, her body was squirming all over the place. Her back arched as her orgasm hit, screaming my name. As her pussy contracted I came sending pulse after pulse deep into my best friend. Bex moved out of the way and I rolled of and lay next to Faye. Her body fitted perfectly next to mine, folding into me.
“I love you Rave”
I looked down at her and I knew it was true “I love you to Faye” and I knew I meant it.
Bex was smiling, I knew she was a romantic at heart even if she expressed it with burns. “You two aren’t going to sleep yet are you because in the words of a friend of mine ‘Now that is one’”
Faye whimpered slightly as Bex closed in…
We came down stairs satisfied and happy, Taz and Dale had kept it up as long as we had. After we had talked and they had decided that they should find girlfriend to help them hide. Amy seemed like a good idea, I doubted that she would be interested in sex after tonight and the protection of a guy like Taz would help. The party had broken up, I would learn later how angry Eddy was after, he took it out on the next girl, and had lost a lot of face by losing it. I noticed 3 lads waiting in to common room and smiled to myself, Eddy didn’t have any tact.
“Taz can you see that Faye gets home ok, I have something to do” he nodded and we went different ways at the door. I could feel people behind me. I turned a corner and waited. As they came around the corner they looked shocked and I charged, fist swinging, laughter ring in my ears…
I cleaned blood off my top as my dad walked in.
“How did it go ar’kid”
“it went well da, real well da”
I walked to my room and said to the wall “I love you, goodnight”
“I live you too, goodnight” came Faye’s voice from the other side and I went to sleep with a smile on my face

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Blondie (part 2)

this is part 2 which i wrote to follow up and continue the part 1 story. of course i did add some to part one while i proof read it. still i hope you will enjoy them .

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Speech Class Part II: The Summer After

This is obviously the sequel of my last story, but this time I have taken the time to revise, edit, etc. before posting this. If you want, tell me what you liked, what you didn’t like, how I can improve my story. I’m still learning how to write the best stories.

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35Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor – Final Chapter

Disclaimer: These stories are not mine all characters belong to JK Rowling.
Nineteen Years Later…
Wait… what? Nineteen? Why nineteen? Don’t these things happen in even amounts of years like “two,” “ten,” or “twenty”? Or even increments of five years? Why would I go against convention and use an odd number like nineteen? “Oh, look at me; I’m such a rebel. I place my epilogue nineteen years into the future! I’m such a trend setter.”
Who am I to go against convention?
Fifteen years later…
No matter how many times Harry saw the “new” Hogwarts, the wizard’s chest would puff up with well-earned pride. Not only had he co-created the unique ritual to rebuild the ruined castle with Hermione thirteen years before, but he and his wife had been one of the dozens of couples that had performed said sex-ritual. He could still remember the scores of two-person tents (and a three-person tent for Seamus, Lavender and Parvati) that circled the ruins and the non-stop peals of pleasure and wet squelching noises that filled the night as the stones flew through the air and rebuilt the ancient castle.
It looked exactly the way it did before it fell. Well, not exactly. The Astronomy Tower was significantly taller and thicker than it had been. Also, it had a peculiar, yet pleasing curve to it. And most people described the parapet as being “crown” shaped. Hermione believed that the sex-ritual that recreated the castle had inadvertently altered this particular part of the building. In fact, a few muggleborns had stated that the tower now appeared to be a copy of the notorious tower that had been featured in the original poster art for Disney’s “The Little Mermaid.” The thick, creeping vines that crisscrossed the Tower only aided in this comparison.
Another side effect of the sex-ritual that had rebuilt Hogwarts meant the castle and its wards now fed off of any sex act. Seeing that the castle was chockfull of hormonal teenagers wanking, snogging, performing hand-jobs and oral sex, and outright fornicating every single day, the new castle literally throbbed with power. Throbbed. As he and Hermione walked up the hill to the castle, Harry could actually see the building pulsate – and throb – particularly the new Astronomy Tower.
Just before the married couple walked through the giant doors of Hogwarts, Harry noticed the black-lace choker around his wife’s neck. The choker was just part of a garment Hermione had donned this morning. The costume was normally used for when the couple would act out a rather fun role-playing game where Hermione was a bad maid who had not dusted properly and therefore deserved a “punishment” from Harry. Today, the punishment hadn’t been for improper dusting, but for a cruel, teasing joke the brunette had played.
Harry made a polite coughing sound to attract her attention and pointed at his own neck.
“Oh my, we don’t want to lose this one,” the brunette said instantly realizing what Harry’s gesture meant. She carefully removed the choker and tucked it away in her robe pocket. “Risqu?aid” was one of her most favorite games after-all.
As they entered the castle, the sound of hundreds and hundreds of students talking and rushing to class nearly overpowered them. The years that followed the fall of the first Hogwarts Castle and Voldemort’s defeat saw the wizarding population of Britain increase significantly. Year after year the birth rate had shattered the previous year’s record setting number. This massive and continual spike in the population was due to the age of peace that the wizards and witches now experienced thanks to Voldemort’s demise. Or at least that is what the history books claimed. The real reason that the birth rate was rising rapidly each year was due to the fact that every witch and wizard were having copious amounts of sex. And this was directly correlated to the wildly popular Books of Love Magic and its ten volumes (so far). The highest seller to date was Volume Six: Pregnancy and You which had a four month pregnant (with James) “Mona Puckle” and sixth month pregnant (with the twins Harry and Harriet) “Perky ‘The Jugs’ Weatherby” with their respective husbands performing rituals designed to aid in various stages of pregnancy and childbirth, as well as recipes for balms and salves that made stretch marks disappear and physical exercises that helped fight various sagging bits on both partners.
“It looks like they’re going to have to add another wing to the castle just to house the ever-growing student body,” commented Hermione as the couple pushed through the throng of students. The school’s population had tripled twice over since they had taken their NEWTS.
“Maybe we can come up with another ritual to do just that?” suggested Harry, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. “I mean it’s not like we haven’t invested ourselves to the castle before.”
“I’ll work on it tonight,” she said, looking forward to the practice. Trial and error was so much fun when orgasms were included.
The couple made their way to the Hospital Ward where Luna Weasley worked. Thanks to her share of the book profits, the blonde and her husband were reasonably wealthy and didn’t need to work. She did however take the position of Hogwarts’ nurse in order to be close to her children. And Ron took up the position of nurse’s aide for the same reasons – that and easy access to the mid-afternoon shags he had grown to love. As for Harry and Hermione, they too were able to live just as comfortably thanks to their shares of book sales and found things to do in their spare time: Harry was content to be what Muggles called a “Stay-at-Home-Dad” while Hermione, who did more than her fair share in raising their children, spent some of her free time trying to live up to her title of the “Chosen One” by striving to give House-Elves equal rights. So far, the best she had been able to accomplish is a Ministry standard three sickle yearly salary and two days off a month. Even though Hermione thought this was unacceptable, the House-Elves were ecstatic over their new freedom. They were so overjoyed by their Savior’s accomplishment that they created over a dozen holidays where they showered the Chosen One with praise and gifts. Ironically enough, these gifts the House-Elves gave her were hand-knitted hats that were strikingly similar to the ones she herself had made in her fifth year in a misguided attempt to free the tiny creatures. One room in their home, the Shrieking Shack (which was still a grandiose mansion on the inside thanks to Harry’s accidentally bout of magic when the couple had first made love), was used strictly to house the thousands upon thousands of hats she had received over the years.
Harry and Hermione found their best friends putting away supplies upon entering the Hospital Ward.
“’Lo, Hermione, Harry, what brings you here?” asked Ron as he helped his wife stock the shelves with ointments, salves and various potions.
Before either could answer, fifteen year old Sirius Lupin, Remus and Tonks’ eldest son, pushed his way into the Ward. He held a blood-soaked cloth to his head.
“What’s the matter, Sirius?” Luna asked.
“Erm… uh…I… er… bumped my head,” he answered lamely. Unlike his father, Sirius was a horrible liar. This un-Marauder like-setback did not stop the young wizard from committing acts of mischief and mayhem.
“Did you happen to bump your head because you were up to no good with the twins?” asked Luna.
“Which ones?” the young boy asked Luna in return. It was clear that Sirius was attempting to distract the adults in the room. “Your twins or Aunt Hermione and Uncle Harry’s twins?”
Knowing that the fifteen year old boy was trying to protect his best friend and obvious cohort with this distraction, Harry asked, “So it was Hyphen then?”
“Yes, Uncle Harry,” Sirius admitted. “We were pranking some Slytherins and I tripped when we made our escape. Hit my head on the steps leading out of the dungeons.”
“And I take it our daughter’s in her dorm room right now devising an alibi for the two of you?” asked Hermione.
“Yes,” he replied.
Harry smiled to himself, imagining Hyphen’s brilliant green eyes sparkling mischievously behind her spectacles, twirling one of her long strands of black, kinky hair which she tended to do when she was up to no good. A part of him was glad to see his fourteen year-old daughter giving Slytherins hell. Of course he’d never mention this to Hermione who always scolded Hyphen and their other children for not supporting Inter-House unity.
Luna gingerly pulled the boy’s hand from his head and said, “Just a scratch and a mild concussion – nothing that a few waves from a wand and a potion won’t fix.”
Once Sirius was healed, Luna shooed the “miracle-boy” away. Like his godfather, Harry, Sirius Lupin had earned an unwanted moniker. The first full moon after his fifth birthday, Sirius changed into a werewolf, just as everyone feared. He had unfortunately inherited the condition from his father. However, Sirius also inherited his mother’s Metamorphmagus abilities. The next full moon, Sirius did not change, much to everyone’s surprise. After a bit of study, it was discovered that after his first painful transformation into a wolf, Sirius unconsciously used his Metamorphmagus ability to cancel out his werewolf transformation. Using this knowledge, several Potion Masters created a cure for Lycanthropy based off of Sirius’ unique ability. Thus, he was heralded as the “miracle-boy.”
Once the four adults were alone, Hermione announced, “I have news,” the brunette was glowing with happiness. “Guess whose expecting again?”
“Another one?” asked Ron disbelievingly.
“You know Harry, ever since he found out I told that little fib, he thinks that I shouldn’t be without child for more than a year at a time.”
After their third child was born, Harry sat down and did the math, so to speak. Their first child, Lily-Fiona Granger-Potter – affectionately called “Hyphen” – was born a little more than nine months and one week after Hermione told him she was pregnant that fateful day. Harry knew Hyphen wasn’t late and doubted that their daughter had already been conceived the day Hermione announced her pregnancy. When confronted, Hermione confessed to her “delay in the truth.” In retrospect, Harry should have known it was a lie – Hermione was an absolute pathetic liar after all. In his defense, he had accepted his future wife’s claim simply because he didn’t think she could have ever lied about something so important, especially when their lives were in mortal peril at the time. Even though the lie was for the greater good, allowing Harry to tap completely into his love-core and therefore defeat Voldemort, the wizard was justifiably upset when Hermione confessed. After a long, drawn out argument, and as a form of “penance,” Hermione baked Harry a pie (or rather, she asked Dobby – their employed house-elf – to bake Harry a pie) and then performed fellatio on her husband while he enjoyed his pastry treat. This led to the two shagging on the kitchen table while their three kids took their afternoon kip, which led to Hermione becoming pregnant again with the twins Eric and Lacy. It quickly became a joke that Harry had knocked up Hermione on a regular basis as a form of punishment for her “delay in the truth.” This couldn’t be further from the truth – the couple had always intended on having a large family.
“What will this make? Nine sprogs? Hell, I’m a Weasley and I don’t have that many,” the red head commented.
“But you’re not living up to the Weasley name, are you? If Molly didn’t have so many grandchildren from your brothers and sister, I’m certain she’d berate you daily for only having four. Bill and Fleur have six. Fred and George each have five. Percy, with his five ex-wives, has a total of eight. Even Charlie, who’s gay, has seven kids. But Ginny and Neville are obviously trying to make up for your lack of children with their eleven,” Hermione pointed out.
“That’s only because Neville and that enormous penis of his ejaculates directly into Ginny’s womb each time they make love,” Luna said. “They have to realize that no magical form of anti-conception will work with them.”
“Yeah, let’s just hope he takes my advice and pulls out from now on,” Harry chuckled. “Or at least buy some Muggle-condoms.”
“So, number nine, huh,” Ron said, returning to his friend’s happy news. “You’re going to run out of names you know.”
“Well I suggested we name the baby after Snape,” Hermione said. She smiled at the scowl that marred her husband’s face.
“I take it that didn’t go over well?” asked Luna.
“No,” Harry said, flatly.
“To say the least,” snorted Hermione. “After I used the Defebulator Charm to revive him and told him it was a joke, Harry gave me a sound paddling. Of course I was hoping for a spanking, so I think it worked out rather well for me.”
“Were you two were playing ‘The Lady and the Pauper’ or ‘Snarky Schoolgirl’?” asked Ron.
“No, it was the ‘Risqu?aid’ this time. In fact, the maid-choker’s in her pocket right now,” Harry replied. “And just to clarify; there’s no paddling in ‘The Lady and the Pauper’ scenario. You’re thinking of ‘King Harry and the Duchess of Canterbury’ ‘A Long, Cold Night in January’ or ‘The Babysitter’s Reward.’”
“Ah, my mistake,” the red-head said with a smile. “I’ll try to keep them straight.”
“And what did you do to celebrate the great news of another baby?” the blonde asked, already knowing the answer.
“Another sound paddling,” Hermione said with a rosy bloom. Even though Luna could not see them to confirm, she was positive the bloom on her cheeks matched the ruby hue on the brunette’s other set of cheeks thanks to two consecutive spanking sessions.
“Well, we’ll just have to celebrate won’t we?” Ron said.
“What should we celebrate? The fact that Hermione’s still a kinky witch or that she and Harry are going to have another child?” asked Luna playfully.
“We can celebrate both as far as I’m concerned,” replied Harry, overjoyed to have another child on the way and deliriously happy that his wife was still so adventurous.
“We’ve reserved a table at The Three Broomsticks for us and our kids,” Hermione said to her friends.
“Great, we can say hi to Hannah Abbott ,” said Ron.
“No, Ronald, Hannah owns the Leaky Cauldron,” Luna corrected. “Katie Bell is the owner of The Three Broomsticks.”
“That’s right. I don’t know why I get those two confused.”
As the two couples left the Hospital Ward, Ron said with a guffaw; “Wow, the ten Potters and six Weasleys, that’s going to one big table.”
“Ow,” exclaimed Harry suddenly.
“What is it dear?” asked Hermione.
“Some damn insect just bit my scar.”
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Demon Overlord Lucifer Part IV

Sorry for the ever-so-long wait everyone. I’ve been dealing with some shit that makes it hard to get inspiration for writing. However, I’m making it up to you guys by making this part longer than usual, with more Erotic content, so Enjoy!
Chapter 4: I’m the Master Now.
I looked over Hildegard’s naked and unconscious body. Looking at her breasts, waist, hips, and crotch. She probably had about an E-cup or thereabouts, I’ve never seen anything past DD. I skimmed my finger from her crotch, up her stomach, moved it up her breast and swirled it around the nipple. I then flicked the nipple a couple of times, and reached my other hand down to her vagina and began stroking it slowly. Within time, Hildegard woke up, startled by the events currently taking place.
“W-What are you doing?!” She tried to struggle a bit, but my strength was too much for her and held her down.
“Don’t you remember? You’re mine now.” I grinned. At this time, her mind must’ve been cycling through what happened before she passed out, and within several seconds, she realized her place. “Your mind, body, and soul are mine now. Your eternal loyalty is pledged to me.” I leaned over and took a quick nibble on her ear. She let off a cute moan and tensed up, grabbing some of the sheets on the bed. I smiled and got off the bed. I went over to my desk and had a seat on my chair. “Lilith, get her ready,” I ordered.
“Yes, Master.” She went over to the bed, already looking aroused and got on top of Hildegard. She smiled and unbuttoned her blouse exposing her perfect DD breasts and slim midriff. She laid down on Hildegard, their boobs squishing each other, and interlocked in a deep kiss with her. Lilith rubbed up and down on Hildegard’s body, rubbing their nipples together, and stroked Hildegard’s long, blonde hair, sending both into ecstasy. Their lips locked, the quickly parted, revealing their tongues, swirling around each other, lines of saliva connecting the two’s lips, then quickly locking lips again and aggressively pressing into each other.Wow, they’re really getting into it… I thought to myself. My boner at this point, was in full action, ready for whatever may come.
Lilith reached one of her hands down and began stroking Hildegard’s pussy, running up and down, and occasionally giving a quick few flicks of her clitoris. These actions send Hildegard into a new world, causing her to moan through the kissing. Huh… I guess girls do know what girls want. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Master Overlord, there is a guest here for you.” It sounded like Rika.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“She says its ‘Kaede.'” She responded.
Kaede? Why is she here? I took a deep breath and responded, “Alright, I’ll be right down.” I got up from my chair and began walking to the door. As I was doing so, Lilith stopped what she was doing and looked at me.
“Where are you going Master?” She took deep breaths, obviously tired from pleasuring Hildegard.
“A guest is downstairs that I have to meet with, continue what you’re doing, I won’t be long.” I continued out the door. Rika was waiting for me outside.
“Shall I take you to her?” She asked.
“Please do.” I smiled and she led the way. We went down the hallway, then down the stairs, and then into the living room. There on the couch, was Kaede looking tense. “Kaede, what’s up?” I asked her.
“Whoa, Javin, this place is fancy…” She was definitely amazing by my new house.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, things happened and this is my place…” I gave a awkward smile and scratched the back of my head. I walked over to the couch and had a seat. “So, what brings you here, this late?” I asked.
“Oh, well, today at school, you seemed different, so I was concerned…” She had a worried look on her face.
“Well, you could’ve called, but I appreciate you coming all the way over here.” I smiled. “Would you like some tea or something to drink?”
“Sure,” She smiled back.
“Hey Rika, can you make us some tea? You pick.” I looked over, behind the couch to where Rika was standing and asked her.
“As you wish, Master.” She bowed and exited the room towards the kitchen.
“Wow, you have maids too?” She was surprised.
“Yeah, like I said stuff happened.” If I told her I became Overlord of the Demon realm, there’s no way she’d believe me… “No need to worry, I’m alright.”
“Who’s that girl?! Really, who is she?” She quickly jumped to the next question.
I took a sigh. I knew this question was coming… “Will you believe what I say? Completely?”
“Of course!” She had a serious look on her face. Just then, Rika came back in, with the tray of tea and some other stuff.
“Rika, Fetch Lilith and Hildegard… Make sure they are adequately dressed.” I ordered her.
“Yes Master.” She bowed and left the room again.
I reached to the table and grabbed the cup of tea. I put a bit of sugar in it and stirred. I took it from the table and held it close to my face. The warmth and smell enlightened me. “Ah, the smell of Irish Cream is simply elegant.” I smiled and looked at Kaede. “What’s the matter? Relax.” I smiled took a sip of the tea.
“What’s with you? You changed…” She looked a bit distressed.
“Hmm? Oh, this is a side effect of what happened. Split personalities.” I charmingly smiled. The door to the living room opened and Rika, along with Lilith, in her casual clothes, and Hildegard, who was in a blouse came in the room. “Come here, Lilith, Hildegard.” I motioned them to sit on each side of me. They came over and sat on each side of me, and I put my arms around them. I looked at Kaede, who was on the couch across the table from me. “I am the Overlord of the Demon Realm. These are my two Slaves, Lilith, and Hildegard.” I pulled Lilith and Hildegard in closer to me, embracing them tightly. “My true name is Lucifer Klyne Asmoedeus. My ancestors were servants to the Overlord in the past, however just recently, the past Overlord’s term ended, so my Family was selected as the new ruling Family, with me, the oldest son the Overlord.” Kaede’s face was mostly frozen, probably processing all of what I said.
“T-There’s no way I can believe that. It sounds like a fictional story.”
“I didn’t expect you to.” I smiled. “Now look, I was kind of in the middle of something, so unless you have something to say, may I kindly ask that you leave?”
“What the Hell’s your problem?” She was looked at the ground, and her fists were clenched on her knees. “You tell me some third-rate excuse then ask me to leave?” She looked at me, angrily. “How can I believe you?!” She shouted.
I took a deep breath. “Calm down Kaede. I’m speaking the truth. I didn’t want to, but I guess I’ll have to prove it to you.” I unwrapped my arm from around Hildegard and held it out in front of me, palm up. I focused my energy into my hand and an ball of fire formed. “See?”
She looked shocked at the sight. She laughed a bit. “That’s it? a cheap magic trick?!”
I looked disappointed, at her failure to understand the situation. I stood up and walked over to her. I stood in front of her and leaned over her, pushing her down on the couch. Her body was in shock so all she could do is go along with what I was doing. Soon, I was fully on top of her and I whispered into her ear. “What reason would I have to lie to you?” I went in for a quick nibble of her ear, and she gave off a quiet moan. I Backed my head up and looked into her eyes. They looked dull, almost lifeless. “There’s always room for another.” I gave a devilish grin. I got back up, and Kaede was still laying on the couch. “Rika, prepare a guest bedroom for Kaede. Call her parents and let them know she’s staying here for the night. Be sure to clear up any misunderstandings though. The directory should be in drawer, and their number should be in there.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Now then, I apologize for the wait, let us continue.” I looked at Lilith and Hildegard who were obviously still in heat from the previous session. They stood up and followed me back to my room. Once we were there, we all stripped and went on the bed. Hildegard was still wet from Lilith’s handiwork, ripe and ready for my cock. She was laying down and I was on my knees in front of her vagina. I Positioned my cock at the entrance to her hole and held it there. I looked at Hildegard, expecting something from her, she instantly knew what I meant.
“Please… Fuck me Master, and make me yours…” She smiled and spread open her vagina.
I gave a evil grin and thrusted my hips as hard as I could into her vagina. Her eyes widened, and she clenched the sheets on the bed and arched her back. I made sure to thrust in as far as I could, fitting my whole length into her. I looked up at her face and she was smiling and had her arms extended out to me as if she wanted to hug me. I leaned forward, resting my chest on hers, and she wrapped her arms around me. I began moving my hips, slowly at first, then gaining speed. With every other thrust or so, she would let out a soft moan of pleasure. I moved my lips to hers and we locked in a passionate kiss, exploring every spot of each other’s mouth. I broke off from our kiss and leaned back, upright and grabbed her thighs, moving my hips faster, and trying to go deeper.
“Yes..! Master! Please… harder!” Hildegard managed to speak between breaths.
“Hey Lilith, how about helping out?” I asked, continuing my thrusting.
“What shall I do Master?” she asked.
“Hmm… Like, grope her breasts or rub her clit or something… Make her feel better.”
“Yes Master.” She came over to us and began licking Hildegard’s erect nipples, swirling her tongue around them, and flicking them. She soon came to sucking and biting them, causing Hildegard to moan out more. She broke off from her nipples and licked her body from breast, and traced her tongue down her stomach, around her belly button, and back up.
“Hildegard, Once I cum inside of you, you will be cleared of anything ‘holy’ left inside you will be purged and you’ll be fully corrupted into a Demon…” I told her.
“Yes, Master. I want to be yours.” she responded.
“Good… Now then, get ready to accept it!” I moved my hips faster and harder, on the verge of orgasm. Hildegard grabbed the sheets tightly and started tensing up. I held onto her thighs tightly and got ready to finish off. “Here it comes…!” I finished with one Final thrust, pushing in as deep as possible. Cum began gushing out my cock and began pouring into Hildegard. We both twitched, and I fell on top of her. Despite my increased stamina from becoming a Demon, I still fell exhausted. It must’ve been because I had to purge the remaining holy elements from her. I rolled of Hildegard and laid on the bed.
“Lilith, come here.” I gestured to my left side. She came over and laid down next to me. Hildegard was on my right and I had my arms around them both. I pulled them in tight and cuddled with them until I fell asleep.
I awoke to the feel of something with considerable weight on top of me. I opened my eyes, what appeared before me was the body of a familiar female. Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was Kaede. Wait… What’s going on..”Hahaha, your Harem is developing boy.” It was that voice again.”Oi, Old man, what’s this development?””You don’t remember? Last night you attracted her through your powers.”
The events of last night suddenly replayed themselves from start to finish, from getting home to going to sleep. “Oh man… I’m a dick.” I felt disappointment in myself. “But, what’s up with the other personality? You never mentioned that.””Hoh? Must’ve slipped my mind. You’re royalty now, obviously you need to have an arrogant tone.””Fair enough… I guess.” I yawned and stretched my arms above me, and sat up, Kaede still having all her weight on me.
“Nnnnh…” I heard Kaede moan as I raised by back, and clenched one of her fists as if grabbing something. I got up and laid Kaede back down on the bed, in between Hildegard and Lilith, all three of them sleeping soundly. I walk over to my desk by the wall and look at the calendar.
“Saturday huh? No school.” I rubbed my eyes, trying to remove the sleep in them.
“Nnn… Master, are you awake?” Lilith tiredly spoke and she slowly got up from the bed.
“Hoh? Sleeping in later than the Master? You have some nerve for a slave.” I looked back at her. That statement must’ve shocked her because she was immediately wide-awake.
“I-I’m very sorry Master!” Her face became red, more than likely embarrassed at her lack of discipline. “I-If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll make it up for you with my body.” She shyly spoke this last line.
“Hmm? Ah, later. Get dressed for now.” I waved it off and walked over to the bed. “Hildegard! Wake up!” I order her as I lightly slapped her cheeks, trying to wake her up.
“Mmmm? Master?” She slowly got up and rubbed her eyes.
“The lot of you, your lack of discipline irritates me.” I pinched Hildegard’s nipple and began tugging on it.
“Ahhn.. Master… If you keep doing that…” Hildegard began blushing intensely, pleasured by my violent treatment. I let go and turned around. Hildegard was panting behind me, obviously not satisfied by only what I just did.
“Lilith, prepare a bath.” I ordered her.
“Yes Master.” Lilith bowed and exited the room, heading towards the shower.
“Now then… What to do about this one?” I looked at Kaede. “Should I just fuck her in her sleep and convert her into a demon?” Now noticing I was still naked, I look down and see a solid hard-on, ready for action. I looked at both Hildegard and Kaede, and suddenly, my sadistic side kicked in. “Hildegard, On your hands and knees above Kaede.” I ordered her.
“Ah, Yes Master!” Obviously figuring out what comes next, she excitedly crawled over to Kaede and positioned herself above her.
“Stick your ass out.” I stood on the bed, behind Hildegard’s ass. She stuck her ass out, exposing it to me. “Perfect.” I grinned and rubbed my cock at the entrance to her vagina. Hildegard gave off a tiny moan.
“Stick your cock inside me Master… Violate my insides with your cock…” Hildegard begged for my cock.
“Very well.” I grabbed her hips and thrusted my cock inside her pussy. I moved in quick, shallow thrusts, not even getting my 10 inch dick halfway in.
“Uhhn… Master… Deeper…” Hildegard’s moans came out quiet at first, but then got louder and louder. Juices from Hildegard’s vagina leaked out with each thrust of mine, dripping her juices on the bed and Kaede’s lower half. I moved slower, but made deeper thrusts, getting maybe 8 or so inches in. “Ahhn…. Master… it feels so good…” Hildegard let off more moans.
“Heh? you like you pussy being deeply penetrated?” I ask her sadistically.
“Yes… I love it when you thrust your cock deep inside me…” She replied in ecstasy.
“Good. Then how do you like this…!” I pulled out almost all the way, and in one powerful thrust, I slam my cock in as deep as possible inside her, getting right to the base. Hildegard let off a moan louder than all the rest, and arched her back, her tongue hung out of her mouth in pleasure.
“My… My Womb… I can feel you touching my womb…” Her voice was slurred, no doubt from the last thrust I gave her.
“Hildegard, start groping Kaede.” I ordered her.
“Yes… Master…” She moved her right hand onto Kaede’s left breast and began fondling it. First squeezing the breast as a whole, she slowly made her way to pleasuring the nipple, flicking it and rubbing her fingers over it. Kaede’s nipples quickly became erect, and I noticed that they were nice and perky. Her breasts was around a modest C-cup, but comparing to Hildegard’s E-Cup, they were simply dwarfed. I started thrusting my hips faster, making sure each thrust made it to the base of my cock. I repeatedly hit the entrance of Hildegard’s womb, causing her to give off moans each time. I leaned by body forward, and started groping Hildegard’s breasts with my hands. I squeezed them tight, digging my fingers into them. They were soft, and easy to squeeze, but not too squishy.
“Ahhn~… Master, it feels so good! My mind is going blank…” Her body was acting on its own, reacting to the stimulation I was giving it, by synchronizing her hips with mine, and mindlessly caressed Kaede’s body. Kaede let out soft moans, but were easily diminished by Hildegard’s loud moaning.
“Hildegard! Kiss her!” I ordered her excitedly.
“Yes… Master…” Hildegard put her hands on Kaede’s cheeks and aggressively began kissing her. I could see Hildegard’s tongue plunging deep inside Kaede’s mouth, most likely exploring every inch of her mouth. “Master… I want to cum… please let me cum…” Hildegard broke off from the kiss and asked me, her words broken up by moans of pleasure.
“Hmm? Very well then!” I laughed and moved my hips faster than before. “I feel like I’m about ready to cum as well!” I continued thrusting, and Hildegard went back to kissing Kaede. “Here it comes…!” I reach the start of the climax, and release my cum, welled up inside me. I give a loud grunt and explode my load inside Hildegard. Hildegard responded with a loud moan, muffled by Kaede’s mouth, but Hildegard’s body began twitching and convulsing, reaching the peak of her orgasm. Once she stopped, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and she rolled over to the side and collapsed in exhaustion. “Now then…” I look down at my cock, which is covered in cum. “Someone’s going to have to clean this up…” I look at Kaede who awoke from Hildegard’s moan. She was wide-eyed, and frozen in shock at the sight before her. “What? Never seen a cock before?” I asked her, jokingly. She had no response. “Oh well, looks like you’re on clean-up duty.” I walk over to her and place my cum-drenched cock infront of her face. “C’mon, lick it clean.” I smiled evilly. She didn’t respond. “Hmm?” I tilted my head to the side pondering why she isn’t responding. “Oh well, whatever.” I grab Kaede’s jaw and force it open. “Here you go, enjoy the meal.” I thrust my still-erect cock inside her mouth and begin moving it back and forth. upon entry, she quickly came back to her senses and screamed at what was happening, but it was muffled because of my cock. “Oh, you’re back.” I pulled my cock out of her mouth, allowing her to speak.
“W-What are you doing?!” She angrily spoke to me
“Hmm? I’m using your mouth to clean off my cock.” I notion to my cock, now covered in saliva along with the cum.
“What the hell’s your problem?! You Nymphomaniac!” She shouted at me.
“Oh, my feelings are hurt. but no matter, even if you resist now, you won’t be able to in a bit.”
“W-What do you mean?!” She questioned me.
“My Bodily fluids act as a aphrodisiac. You’ll be in heat shortly, then you won’t be able to resist.” I give an ear-to-ear grin.
“D-Don’t be rediculous!” She barked back at me. “Who do you think you-” She stopped mid-sentence, and her expression relaxed. “Ahhn…” She gave off a slight moan, Her mouth was open, and she was panting heavily.
“Hmm… Looks like it’s in effect.” I put my hand to my chin in a thinking pose. “No matter.” I grabbed Kaede’s hair and moved it to my cock and thrusted my hips forward, penetrating her mouth. Kaede gave off a quick expression of shock, but quickly transformed into a expression of pleasure. “C’mon, use your tongue.” I gave instructions and she followed them well. She rubbed her tongue on the bottom of my cock, massaging the Urethra, which felt extraordinarily pleasurable. “Heh… you’re not bad…”
Kaede pulled off my cock and looked up at me. “Thank… you… Javin…” She spoke in ecstasy, heavily in heat from my aphrodisiac. The more cum she consumes, the greater then effect. She stroked my cock with her right hand and began fondling my ball sack with her left hand. She started off with licking the tip, but began licking down my cock to the base, and then back up. “Mmmm… Your cock is so tasty…” She smiled and put my shaft into her mouth. She started with just the head, circling her tongue around it, then proceeded to go deeper and deeper, until eventually reaching the base. She made a lot of slurping noises, but I could feel my cock inside her throat. She seems to have a natural talent for this.
“You’re not half bad…” I grunted. “But, I’m in charge here!” I grab the back of her head and moved her head vigorously up and down my cock, penetrating deep inside her throat, then back out to her mouth. I continued this motion until on the brink of orgasm. “Here I go…!” I thrusted my hips as hard as possible, ramming my cock as deep as possible inside her throat, ending in blasting my load of hot cum down her throat. Kaede’s eyes widened at the sudden gush of cum, and screamed a bit in shock, but she quickly got used to it and began gulping down my cum. Once I finished my orgasm, I pulled my cock back out, with a ‘pop’ sound, exited her mouth.
“More…” Kaede’s eyes looked blank, as if she was acting on instinct. She laid back and lifted her legs up and exposed her vagina which was drenched in her fluids. “I’m so… wet… Javin… fuck me…” She gave these words and smiled perversely, letting me know what to do.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting this much, but whatever, it’s all good.” I positioned myself as to where my cock was at the entrance of her vagina and rubbed it there, making sure the entry was okay.
“Javin… I love you… so be my first…” She moaned these words, and my body suddenly felt no fatigue. This was too damn cute.
Like a beast, I excitedly grabbed Kaede’s thighs and moved my cock inside her vagina. I didn’t spare the formalities and violently thrusted my cock inside her.
“Ahhn…! Fuck me Javin!” She moaned in delight. I thrusted my hips as hard and as fast as I could into her, ramming my cock at the entrance of her womb. “Yes…! Yes…! Keep thrusting at my womb! You’ll break it!” I mixed up my strategy, thrusting in deep, and then once all the way in, circled my hips, exploring every corner of her vagina. “Javin…! Keep fucking me! Carve the shape of your cock into my vagina…! I only belong to you!” She continued with these Masochistic requests. I never knew she was such a hardcore one. I smiled and pulled out, and rolled her over, and made her assume doggy-position. I rammed my cock inside her vagina and continued thrusting. while doing so, I began slapping her ass cheeks, and each time I did, she gave off a loud moan. “Yes…! Spank me! Spank me for being a naughty girl!” I started slapping harder, and her ass got redder. The pleasure finally built up to its limits and I was ready to cum
“I’m going to cum!” I exclaimed to her.
“Cum Javin…! Cum inside me!” She replied, giving her consent. I continued thrusting, on the verge of cumming.
“Accept it!” I thrusted faster and faster, ramming more and more against her womb. The pleasure was finally too much and I came. This orgasm was like no other. Cum came gushing forth through my cock and overflowed her womb, causing it to pour out of her vagina. Kaede moaned out in pleasure as my hot cum filled up her stomach. Even though I came, I didn’t stop. A Carnal desire inside me demanded I continue on, the desire was simply too strong and I continued thrusting.
“Ahhn… Ahhn… I-I’m cumming…!” She exclaimed as I continued thrusting. She threw her head back and arched her back and her body began convulsing at the sheer pleasure of me fucking her. Even though She came, I still didn’t stop. My desire was too strong and I came about my second orgasm.
“Kaede… I’m going to cum again!”
“Me too…! Cum with me Javin…!” She reached her arms out to me, inviting me in. I leaned my body into her and she embraced me. It didn’t take long, but a second flood came pouring out of my cock into her vagina. Her body tensed up, and her vagina clamped down on my cock, squeezing every last drop out of it. Kaede’s body convulsed again, but more violently this time, and for a longer period of time. Once she finished climaxing, her body fell limp as she passed out. I stood up, but had minor trouble getting to my feet, as my legs were weak from exhaustion. I sat down on the bed and gazed downward. After several minutes of gazing off into nothing, Lilith came back in, notifying me that the bath was ready.
“Alright, thanks Lilith.” I stood up slowly and walked out the door, having trouble walking. “Lilith, help me.”
“Yes Master.” She smiled and helped me to the bath.

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She Rented my Boyfriend

She Rented my boyfriend
…..I sat in the her driveway in my new car. I couldn’t stop smiling with contentment. My cock was sore and it felt good….I thought back on how I got here…..I said to myself…..
…‘Jack…life is good.’
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…..I called her ‘Candy’. Her name was Candice. We stood there hugging and feeling our body’s. She was shaking and breathing hard. She had never had a man get her sexually excited before. I was feeling her body, and she was loving this. She had a hot figure, nice tits, hot legs and had gotten herself….. hooked on me.
…..She had been terribly sheltered in life. Daddy had big bucks and set her up good for life. Then daddy died. I met her at that point.
….My girlfriend Kate was a makeup artist and got a call to go to her big house to help her look good for some business meeting. I just happened to go with her that day because her car was in the shop. Kate and Candy became instant friends as Candy seemed pretty helpless, lonely, very young and needed a friend. She already looked hot to me, but Kate was getting paid good to do her makeup. I sat and watched as Kate made her look very hot. Candy keep looking at me for a reaction. I really just smiled and told her she looked sexy. She liked that and kept looking at me with her sexy smile. She was hot, and didn’t really need Kate’s help at all.
……She brought Candy to our house one evening to just to visit. Kate, had told me Candy need some ’street wise’ education bad. I said I could help her with the real world ways. As I looked at this naïve beauty, my cock started to rise to attention.
She spent a lot of evenings with us, but Kate had to get up at 3am to go to the movie studios to work. Kate went to bed very early, so that left Candy and I….alone.
…..It didn’t take long and Candy started in dressing in sexy clothes. She sat closer and closer on the couch after Kate went to bed. I found out she was just legal age and had never had sex, never had a man feel her up or anything. Daddy had kept men away from her. She had private teachers and not much contact with the outside world of theirs. Their mom had left when she was little and daddy just hired what was needed for them.
…..After a while I slowly found out why daddy kept her isolated from the outside world….
…. Daddy would have her undress for him while he watched and jacked off in the shadows of her room. He had her finger her pussy and feel her own tits. She liked the attention and the feelings. He hadn’t touched her….yet, and then he died in a plane crash. He did tell her when she turned legal age, he would show her about sex and a lot of new things…and…they could have sex.
…..She was very horny and excited waiting…. then he died 4 days before her birthday.
….She hinted that someone like ’me’ could maybe show her all about sex.
…..I whispered that I would ’help’ her, but it would take lots of practice. I said we could do a little ’practice’ quietly while Kate slept.
….. Lesson 1, ’Tongue kissing and feeling our bodies’, I told her.
It didn’t take much to get her hot. Just touching her neck, and I had to stop as she started to tremble and moan. I said we’d better do this at her house alone, so as not to wake Kate. She whispered excitedly that she had tingles in her pussy and her tits already.
…..I walked her out to her car and we sat and talked. She asked if we could do the kissing and feeling thing some more. I slowly laid her down in the front seat and laid on top of her. We started in as I slipped my hand into her blouse and felt those nice tits. She opened her legs and started in pushing her pussy up to my boner. I pulled up her dress and slipped my hand in her wet panties and slit. She moaned and jumped each time I felt her clit. “Oh god…when can we have sex, I want to have sex with you so bad….could we maybe have sex right now?” She asked.
…..“Tomorrow night, too many people might see us here.” I said. She said: “Ok, but can I feel your cock before you go?” She didn’t wait for an answer and her hand went in. She moaned as she felt a mans cock for the very first time. “Tomorrow night I want to feel it more, I love it. It excites me so much.” She said.
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…..Kate lay in bed smiling. She thought…This is working out fine. Not only is Candy secretly paying me for the ’boyfriend rental’ but I’ve met this co-worker guy that gets me real horny in the back room at work. He loves to feel my tits and in my panties. I sneak in a handful of his cock. We found a place where we can fuck anytime we want. Jack, not knowing a thing about this, just makes it all the more exciting.
…..Candy’s thoughts about Jack and Kate….
…..They think I’m this naïve girl who doesn’t know anything. That’s just how I want them to think. My daddy didn’t raise a dummy. He told me that if you find a man you want, just do whatever it takes to get him for yourself. I want Jack and soon I’ll have him away from Kate. She doesn’t care about him, otherwise she wouldn’t let me rent him. She cute alright, but I have something she doesn’t….money and brains.
Jack….
…..I told Kate I had to go and do things that evening. I arrived at Candy’s big house and she was waiting in a beautiful black night gown. We sat with some mixed drinks.
….. Something was different…..
….. She told me how she felt about me and “what ever it took“, she wanted me as her boyfriend.
…..Gone was the naïve Candy and now a sharp, business savvy girl came to the surface. She said not to concern myself with Kate anymore. She told me about Kate’s boyfriend at work and that she was paying to ’rent’ me from Kate…
….I sat in shock at the real Candy. The girl I had gotten great desires for, and her for me….the desires just got greater between us. Now the fun began with a beautiful girl…..
….In that one night, I became her boyfriend and personal sexual trainer.
…..She told me her daddy had her working in his business at age 6. Seven days a week. Now she wanted to catch up on those lost years when boy meets girl and things happen naturally.
….The night began. The ’sex’ lessons were beautiful. I was training a beautiful girl to have sex just the way I liked it. I stood her up and danced first. Her sweet body next to mine was hot as we felt whatever we wanted to. We went back down to her couch and we laid next to each other. I ’showed’ her about foreplay between man and woman again. She like that part and she slowly took my clothes off and I took hers too. We let our arm and legs go as they wanted. Two happy naked people kissing and licking tits, dicks, pussy and just all over. She was free to moan now and she let it out.
….We could hardly make it to her big bed. Instant 69 as she became hyper with excitement.
….. Our foreplay was building into a moaning squirming mass of wet oral sex. I loved to hear her moan with pleasure as I licked her pussy for the first time. She orgasmed so hard, she shook like a wild woman. Her lips found all my hot spots on my cock and she honed in on them. I had to stop her as she was going to make me cum right in her mouth and didn’t realize it. I wanted that for later. Finally I spun her around and grabbed her legs and put them up. I just had to lick her again and watch her orgasm again so hot. In went my cock slowly as she trembled and moaned. It was her first and her fingers dug into my back.
….. “OOOOHHH”….she yelled as my cock went deeper into her tight pussy. She didn’t hold back her feelings and moaned continuously. She adjusted to my cock and started panting as we started fucking. Damn she was nice and tight, and it felt good. Her legs shook around my shoulders as our cums were building up to the time we both had waited for. Her trembling hands were pulling on me, taking me deeper in her tight pussy.
…When my cock touched bottom in her pussy….and kept touching it…she lost it and started fucking me so fast and then locked me up with a thrust and a scream of joy….I can’t put in words the joy we both felt. We felt like we had left planet earth in a rocket. “Squeeze Candy…squeeze!” I moaned and she learned how right then and there. I shot rapid fire cum shots in her until I fell weak. The poor girl was out of it, moaning and squirming. She acted like she had gone crazy and mumbled pleasure sounds. She kept squeezing my cock like it was her toy to keep. My cock kept cuming without any cum left. I got so dizzy I had to let my brain take me to euphoria with her……….I went out…
….It was still dark as I tried to open my eyes. I felt a warm girls mouth on my cock…I just smiled and let her play…I smelled the aroma of a freshly showered woman’s pussy….I opened my eyes a little and right in front of my face was Candy’s sweet pussy. I pulled to me and let my tongue have it way with it. I loved the moaning around my cock as she took it in deep. Her pussy was wet with her sex and I licked every part of it. Her hips moved with my probing tongue as we got a rhythm going. Her head worked my cock as I felt a huge rising cum on the way. She knew it too somehow, and held my flexing balls. I had to cum, I had no choice as I stiffened up to her sucking and her tongue circling my cock head. The first shot made her squeal and down her lips went to take all of my cock in her wet mouth. I shot and shot as my cock took control. Her pussy trembled as it thrust on my tongue. My ears began to ring as she moaned so loud. …..We both ……well…no words can ever possibly describe it… we both moaned until we went out again…..
…..All I can remember of that,… just the first night with Candy, were my thoughts….
….’Jack…life is good’….

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Desk sex
I walk into your room pushing your papers to the floor; standing in front of you I put my hands on your desk and slide myself back onto it. Looking you in the eyes the whole time as I unbutton my coat to reveal nothing but sexy thong and a corset.
I put my heeled feet on each arm rest of your chair and smile as I lean back opening my legs wider, you can see the glistening dampness on my thongs your hands travel slowly up my legs.
As you reach my thighs you hear my breathing start to quicken and shorten, your thumb reaches up to slide my thong to one side so you can slide your thumb inside me…..
My head falls back against the wall and my legs fall wider apart as u push your thumb deeper into me, you slide it out and suck it into your mouth tasting my juices. You smile and saying
“Mmm yummy” as u pull your chair forward and say “we need to get u out these wet clothes”
Pulling my thongs slowly down my legs you lift them to your face and take a deep breath in, smelling me on them. As you open your eyes I can see your desire burning in them, you put your hands on my thighs just above my knees and push them as wide as they will go you bend your head and kiss just above my clit.
You smile as I start squirming on the desk wanting your tongue, you bend lower as you run your tongue from the bottom of my pussy all the way to the top taking your time to swirl you tongue around my clit. I scream loud my whole body tensing, you take me between your teeth and tug gently as u suck on my clit, spreading me with your thumbs u bury your head between my thighs licking and sucking before you thrust your tongue deep inside me.
I sit up as I put my hand on your head wanting you deeper, screaming louder you look in my eyes as you slide two fingers into me, my eyes wild with the heat I’m feeling. You can see I’m close. You continue what u was doing licking deeper and sucking harder pushing your fingers deeper each time twisting them and curling them as you pull them out my legs start to shake.
You feel my muscles start clenching your fingers as I lay back and moan over and over, you lean your head down and start to suck on my clit again pushing me over the edge and causing me to cum over your tongue and fingers.
you stand up and lift me back to a sitting position lifting my legs under my knees, I wrap them round u as u take my arms and put them round your neck you lean forward looking me in the eyes as you bend your head and take my mouth with yours using your tongue to open my lips, I taste my juices on your lips and tongue as your hands move to my waist. You pull me closer as our warm wet tongues slide together, I try to pull your head closer as u unzip your jeans pushing them down your thighs as you pull me to the edge of the table and push your hard cock against my warm wet opening.
You thrust hard, your cock quickly sliding inside me; I pull my mouth away and look you in the eyes. You thrust deep but don’t pull out; I use my legs to try to push you deeper and whisper
“Please”
You pull my mouth to yours as you kiss me hard. The whole time you’re moving deep and hard inside me. My muscles start to clench again you move faster thrusting deeper. My nails digging into your neck as I hold on tight. Your arms round my waist pulling me to you with each thrust, as you feel yourself start to cum you feel my inner muscles squeezing your cock, milking you for everything you got. True love
It’s a year since Johnny and I first met, first had the most amazing sex I’ve ever had and I planned to do something special to mark the occasion but I’ve had to change things a bit, Johnny just text me saying he’s on his way home from work and he’s not a happy bunny, apparently he had a hard day and his boss has been fucking him around again. So instead I decide to put on something he bought me a while ago but never had the chance to wear and give him a little stress relief. Now I’m standing in the kitchen washing up in my stockings and the maid outfit he bought me, it’s very short so my arse is on display and I’m not wearing any panties so nothing else is coving me. As I put the last dish on the draining board I hear Johnny opens the door and throw his keys in the dish we have in the hall,
“I’m home baby” he calls out and I hear his footsteps coming toward the kitchen,
“I’m in here” I call back as I turn my head and see him walk in, shock covering his sexy face as he slowly takes in my outfit a smile spreading over his lips as he moves closer to me. I feel his back press against mine, his hands running up my thigh as I lean over the now empty sink and moan.
His fingers reaching the top of my thigh lifting my dress slightly and kicking my legs apart he slides a finger in my pussy as his other hand moves round my waist and pull me back against his hard cock. You bend me over and kick my legs apart. His left hand moves to my back holding me down over the sink as the right pulls his cock out so he can thrust deep inside me.
I feel him thrusting deeper each time; both his hands have moved to my hips as he pull me back hard each time with every forward thrust.
“Fuck you feel good,” he moans as I scream out his name begging him to make me come but instead he slides his cock out and spins me round forcing me to my knees,
“Suck my cock” he tells me “I want you too at me and keep your hands behind your back”
Kicking my legs wider my juices start to drip on the floor as I take him in my mouth, his hands tangle in my hair pulling me further forward and forcing me to take him deep all the way to the back of my throat, I make a swallowing action letting him feel my mouth contract around him which makes him throw his head back as I feel him start to shoot several loads of cum straight into my belly.
Dragging me to a standing position he pulls me to the bedroom and throws me onto the bed.
“My, my what a naughty girl you are, I think you need to be punished for making me cum so much so soon” he tells me “turn over, arms and forehead on the bed, legs wide apart and your arse in the air”
As I get myself into the position he wants I feel him come up behind me, slapping my arse so hard it echoes around the room.
As I moan he says “you and your dirty little mouth will get what’s coming to you” slapping me again, but this time harder, he tells me to count each one as he slaps one cheek then the other.
I’m screaming as I wiggle my arse begging for his cock and telling him I want him so bad.
“Shut up, I’ve lost count now and will have to start again” I hear the smile in his voice I know he’s enjoying this and he knows I am too. I’m moaning and needing to come bad as he starts to spank me again.
Finally, he gets to ten before he trusts his fingers deep inside my pussy, my back arches as I scream his name, He moves his hand and pull me back on his cock so hard and fast that I feel a slight sting of pain as he goes deeper than he usually does. Pulling me up so were both kneeling on the bed my back against his chest, he pulls my mouth towards him forcing my lips apart with his tongue. His right hand playing with my clit as his left hand is caressing my breasts.
After thrusting inside me hard enough hurt, he stops to whisper in my ear
“come for me baby” just before he feels my pussy clenching round his cock so hard it’s almost painful, I’m moaning over and over begging for it to end, its too intense as he feels my juices covering his cock making him come again as he starts thrusting harder kissing me hard and spilling his cum deep inside me.Oral sex
You’re sitting on my sofa and I’m on my knees in front of you, looking in your eyes I lean forward and kiss you softly on the mouth. Your tongue slides in my mouth forcing me to open my lips as I slide my hands down your body until I reach your trousers.
I slowly start to unbutton your jeans, sliding my hand inside them. I start kissing my way down your neck and over your chest to your nipple which I suck into my mouth and tug with my teeth, I run my right hand over the bulge in your jeans as I move my lips down your stomach.
I sit up and slide your jeans down your hard cock springs out, I smile pleasantly surprised by your size as I lean down and kiss my way up your thigh. I move my hand over your shaft as I suck your balls into my mouth, running my tongue over them. Moving my tongue up your shaft I reach the tip and I look into your eyes at the desire and hunger there, I realise you’re about to lose control and the thought makes me smile.
Again I lick the tip of your cock watching you as you throw your head back against the back of the sofa and moan loudly, I open my mouth to suck your cock taking you deep into my mouth as you move your hands though my hair tugging it to one side so you can watch.
I build a faster pace sucking and gently grazing your shaft with my teeth and sucking the tip a little harder until you pop like warm champagne in my mouth. Once you cum you stand me up and lead me to the bedroom, laying me on the bed you slowly kiss and nibble up my thighs until you’re so close to my pussy. You tease me with one lick of my clit before you kiss back down the other leg.
I grab your hair pulling you back up to my wet pussy; you start Sliding a finger slowly inside me while your tongue teases me making me moan. You keep fingering and licking my pussy and clit hearing me moan and feeling me getting wetter and wetter. As I start squirming like I’m about to cum you stop…
I sit up to beg you to carry on but you push me back down on my back, you kneel up, your cock in one hand as you push the tip against my clit, I feel your hard cock rubbing up and down, teasing my clit.
You slip it down further then push it slowly inside of me.
Going in and out just the tip as I wrap my legs around you using them to push you deeper inside me, slowly deeper and deeper until all of you is inside me. I feel every inch as you feel my pussy tightening around your cock.
I cum screaming your name, but you’re not finished. You get my legs and hold them up over your shoulders as you start fucking me harder and harder. I’m still weak from Cumming so much before but I’m screaming for you not to stop, I’m nearly ready to come again as you drop my legs and lean down toward me kissing my neck and biting my ear.
Hearing you moaning my name sends me over the edge again, as you feel my muscles clenching around your cock and my juices soaking you forces you to cum hard shooting deep inside me. Street Lamp Sex
We go for a walk down the road and you push me against a street light, pinning my hands above my head, lifting my skirt and spreading my legs. There is a man watching out his window, I can see him watch as you kiss your way down my neck as you push your clothed cock against my lace covered pussy, his hand moves down his trousers as he starts to wank his hard cock while you turn me round to face the lamp post.
kicking my legs apart you bed down and rip my French knickers off me and using your fingers to open me wide as you lick, suck and nibble my pussy, me holding on tight as I’m bent right over and the man watches. Now having opened his window hoping to hear our moans, you stand behind me and thrust your cock hard, fast and deep inside me.
My moans get louder as the man opens his door to get a better view, his cock still in his hands as he walk over and just stands there next to us wanking and watching. You tell me to suck his cock.
I would look back at you with desire in my eyes as I say
“Yes Sir”
The man smiles and moves to stand in front of me, my hands on his hips, steadying myself as you pound harder into me. I lower my mouth and lick my way up his shaft reaching the tip and licking over it before swirling my tongue around the tip, his hands move to my hair and pull it into a makeshift pony tail so you can both see my mouth sliding up and down his cock.
You pound even harder as you watch my mouth devouring him
“That’s it baby suck his cock” you tell me,
My moans vibrate around his cock bringing him pleasure as he throws his head back enjoying it as I start to suck harder at your words. You are in control so it is up to you if you want him to fuck me. He’s been watching us since you pushed me up against the lamp post and very horny, he likes seeing my tight wet pink pussy on display and seeing you pound it, but he knows I’m with you and without your permission he can’t do anything to me himself.
You tell me to stop sucking him as you slide out my pussy; he looks up hopeful at you as you tell him he can fuck me as long as he pounds me hard like you did. He’s only too happy to do so and moves round to my back. His hand moves slowly over my arse and between my legs as his breathing quickens and his smile gets bigger, he slides two fingers deep inside me causing me to close my eyes and moan with pleasure.
He moves his fingers in a circular motion deep inside me; you lift my chin and tell me to look at you. Looking up my eyes wild with my hunger for you, you smile and tell me to suck all my juices off your cock.
As the man behind me slides his cock deep and fast inside me, pounding me like you just was, my moans now vibrating around your cock. You throw your head back and moan enjoying seeing me like this; the man behind me pulls out and comes all over my arse. You look at him to say
“Leave us!”
you stand me up and turn me so my back is up against the lamp post, you lift me behind my knees and tell me to wrap my legs around you as you kiss me hard and thrust deep into me. Moving in slow deep movements, you hear me moaning into your mouth as you thrust your tongue inside, pulling away to say
“Time to come babe!”
You move a little faster, grinding your cock deep inside me with each inward stroke, you feel my muscles tightening, your hand tangled in my hair and holding my head back as you kiss your way down my neck.
I scream loud as I cum, my juices dribbling around your cock
“that’s it baby let go” you say thrusting harder as another release hits me my muscles tightening again squeezing your cock and making you pop like warm champagne.
These are based on text messages between me and a friend,

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My First Experience with Josh Part 1

I had always considered myself straight until the beginning of my junior year of high school when I caught a glimpse of my friend Josh shirtless and fell in love. That opened my eyes. I began to look around and see a great number of guys who were quite attractive. I, like any teenage boy, got horny and would often masturbate thinking of some of them. But none of them even came close to Josh and that first image of him shirtless. He is about 6’ 3” with smooth, tight skin, beautiful round pecs, A flat stomach with a slight six pack when he flexed and he had a light golden tan I would die for. His face was clear with a square jaw, a nice big smile, green eyes that made me melt, and nice head of thick light brown hair. He seemed like the perfect guy for me. He was always friendly very smart and one of the best athletes at our school. Unfortunately his family was extremely conservative and I knew that there was know way that he could be gay.
This is what tormented me for the entire school year. I knew I loved him and not just a crush, I genuinely loved him, but I also knew it wasn’t likely to happen. Armed with my newfound love for Josh, I began to watch him a lot more closely over the next year. He was a popular guy and probably could have had any girl that he wanted, but he never dated and it didn’t seem like that was because of his family. He always seemed awkward around girls which I always found cute. It was as if he wasn’t comfortable with them. Now we went to a small private school so I got to see him a lot and we would hang out with a bunch of other people, but we weren’t that great of friends. I began to change that over that junior year. By the end of the school year we got to the point that we would go see movies or just chill just the two of us. We didn’t do that too often, but it wasn’t unusual by any means.
On a class trip at the end of the year I got my wish. We just went to the city for a night and a day to hang out as a class. I knew it would be a ton of fun because I loved my class and got along with just about everybody. When we got to the hotel that night we were getting into groups of four for our hotel rooms Josh, Kaden, James, and I were already talking to each other when they were passing out the keys so we just decided to room together. When we made it to the room I tried to position myself to see if I could share a bed with Josh and as soon as he flopped down on a bed I through my stuff down on it. It was already ten when we got there and we were supposed to be in our rooms by eleven so we decided to go take a swim in the pool.
No one wanted to be the person who stripped in front of other guys so we just each changed in the bathroom, unfortunately. However, I was really looking forward to a night of seeing Josh’s beautiful body on display. I think the reason I liked his body so much was because I hated my body. I wouldn’t say that I was ugly, but I wasn’t someone a lot of girls were after. I was about 5’9” skinny, weak, and pale with an almost girly waist. My best feature was my greenish blue eyes that looked like a rippling stream this went well with by soft medium length blonde hair. I was very self conscious being around a guy like Josh, but I eventually got comfortable with the idea. Just swimming got boring really quick so the four of us decided to play a little chicken. Josh and I paired up and just the thought of touching his gorgeous chest woke my dick up a bit. Fortunately it didn’t grow too much because I hoped on his shoulders and it was pressed up against his neck. It didn’t take long before I knocked Kaden into the water. Josh and I celebrated and then he dropped me into the water. I was mad so while I was under I pulled his trunks down a little and got a glimpse at his tight little butt. He pulled his trunks up fast and shot me a glare. I just shrugged and hopped out of the pool because it was almost eleven.
When we got back to the room Kaden and James revealed that they were planning on sneaking out and scoring some booze and chicks at about midnight and invited us. That wasn’t our thing and they both knew that, but I guess they felt that it was polite to ask. Josh and I just chilled in our swim trunks while Kaden and James both showered and got ready for a night out. As soon as they left Josh got a mischievous grin on his face and declared that he had to take a shower. He dropped his shorts and strutted over to the bathroom. I had not expected that. He always seemed really shy to me, but I guess he was comfortable enough with his body (or just with me) not to care. I didn’t care why he did it, I was just glad that I finally caught sight of his dick even if it did look kind of small. My mind was racing with what this sudden unveiling could mean and the possibilities brought my dick to a full erection that was hard to hide in my trunks. He finished in a few minutes and came out stark naked once again. I was hoping to wait until he was on the other side of the bed to get up and go to the shower so that he wouldn’t see my erection, but he sat right next to me on the bed, still naked, and looked through his bag for some shorts to sleep in. I was just gonna wait for him to leave, but then he asked, “Aren’t you going to get a shower now?”
I panicked and replied, “Yeah, yeah, sure.” So I got up with my six inch dick tenting my trunks and walked past him.
He looked up, his eyes widened and I was sure he was gonna freak out, but then he said, “Your trunks will dry faster out here, there is too much steam in there.” I figured at this point that he wanted to see my hard on so I turned toward him and dropped my trunks and stepped out of them; his eyes bugged out and I saw his still naked dick twitch before I went into the bathroom. You can bet I made it through that shower as quickly as possible, but my dick still shrank a bit before I dried off. When I got out of the bathroom Josh was in bed under the covers. He looked over at me and asked, “Do you masturbate?”
I stopped in my tracks a little shocked by the question and answered, “Yeah, why? Do you?”
“ Sometimes, the reason I asked was because I figured that you probably would in the shower, since you obviously need it.” He said that then just gave me that famous mischievous grin he always gets and looked me right in the eyes and said, “Don’t worry about getting turned on, I want you as bad as you want me.” With that he flipped the covers off revealing his sexy nude body and his small four inch hard on. This is when I was positive that I loved him. Because when he revealed himself to me and I knew that he wanted me, I didn’t care one bit about his dick I just wanted to be with him. My eyes never left his, but before I new what was happening I was sitting in bed next to him and our lips were moving closer and closer together. It was the first kiss for both of us and we made the most of it. It seemed very natural for me to slip my tongue into his mouth and caress it. Our tongues intertwined in a slow passionate kiss that lasted for minutes. I began to rub my hand all over his chest feeling the hard smooth pecs I had admired for months. His hands found their way to my neck and head pulling me into our kiss and running his fingers through my hair.
When we finally broke apart I had to have more of him so I began kissing his neck and then his shoulders and then his chest. I loved his chest so much I probably could have cummed just by feeling it with the tips of my fingers, but now I was kissing it trying to hold out for a while longer. I kissed his smooth pecs all around caressing each spot with my tongue as I went. I circled each nipple slowly like this and then finally put on of them in my mouth and started sucking on it and he began to moan softly. I was going solely on instinct and flicked the tip of his nipple with my tongue before I switched to the other one to do the same.
I finished with his nipples and lightly trailed my tongue down his stomach until I reached his erection. I slowly licked and sucked on his balls as he began to wiggle around a bit. I gently massaged each ball before I slowly licked up the length of his shaft to the tip and got a taste of his pre cum. I lifted my head a little so that I could roll back his foreskin and then I licked head all around and he practically screamed that he was going to cum so I moved my head and pointed the shaft towards his chest and stomach. He shot four good loads of cum all over his own stomach with a little making it up to his chest. I saw on his face a look of pure bliss and was glad that I had made him feel so good. I also saw his perfect flat stomach and chest covered in his cum and slowly began to suck it up and lick it clean. I took my time took make it more enjoyable, not just for him, but also for me. I massaged each spot with my tongue as I cleaned away his sperm. I continued that moving slowly up his body until it was all clean and then I brought my lips back to his and we made out sharing his cum while we did.

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Not so little brother: Chapter 9

This has been a long time coming and I’m sorry I have kept you all waiting. Needless to say that I’m glad to continue this story through what I had planned when I was writing this story more regularly. For those of you who don’t know I have started another series based off of Sean from chapter 6 of this series. You can find it at on my profile. I hope you enjoy it. Otherwise, enjoy the story. I do plan to keep writing the series so check back now and then. Also, you can now e-mail me at [email protected].
Chapter 9 – The Road Less Travelled
I walked out of the heat of the Florida day and into the cool, dark hotel lobby.
I knew what I wanted to do now. It was all clear. When we got back to New York I would come out to my parents. I wasn’t sure how they’d take it but I don’t think it would be too bad. My extended family might be a little trickier but whatever. If they have a problem with it they can go fuck themselves. School shouldn’t be a problem at all.
Now Steven, I didn’t know how he’d respond. I knew he loves me but I didn’t know if he’d actually want to be with me or just loved me and liked the sex. If I came out would he want to be with me? Would he shun me? Would he come out?
I decided to put those thoughts out of my head and go up to the room. Steven should be up by now and I figured we could have a nice day. I caught the elevator and took it up to our floor. I opened the door to the room but found it empty. Steven was nowhere to be found though the bed was still messed up. In the center of the bed was my bathing suit with a note.
“Dunno where you are. At the pool. Join me.
-Steven”
Guess I should go see what’s up.
I took a quick piss, admired myself in the mirror, and then changed. I slipped on my sandals and headed down. Oddly I hadn’t even figured out where the pool was yet. I saw a sign in the elevator that the pool was out back which made sense. But hey, ya never know. Some hotels have pools in the basement. I later learned that there really aren’t basements in Florida. Something about the water table.
I felt awkward walking through the lobby in my bathing suit and sandals. It was much more formal than I was dressed. I went through the automatic doors and out to the back of the hotel.
Steven was lying in a lounge chair on the far side of the pool. He looked so hot just relaxing in the sun. In my pants my dick stirred a little but didn’t do much else. I was safe for now. It didn’t hurt that the pool area was basically abandoned with a pale guy trying desperately to get a tan in the far corner.
I walked over and plopped down on Steven’s chair, frightening him out of his half slumber. He smiled that cute little brother smile of his.
“You made it. Where were you?”
“I went out for a bit. Had some thinking to do. Needed someone to bounce some ideas off of.”
“K? Have fun?”
“I guess,” I said, smacking his leg “How’s the water?”
“I dunno. I was waiting for you.”
“Awww. How sweet” I said, teasingly.
“Shut up.”
I flipped off my sandals and dipped my toes into the pool. It was a little cold but that was fine. It was hot as balls out anyway. Ignoring my aversion to cold water I jumped into the pool and quickly went under letting the water wash over me. When I came back up Steven was getting up and taking his shirt off to get in.
I ducked back under the water and swam to the other side of the pool. I surfaced and look back as Steven slowly climbed into the pool using the ladder. Weirdo. He flinched as he got into the water at waist-level. Haha… That’s why I jumped in. Everybody hates that point where their balls hit cold water. After a couple seconds he just let go and let himself fall into the water and went under.
He swam over to me and surfaced right as I splashed water in his direction and swam away. Despite my strategic attack he was not delayed for long and caught up with me very quickly as I swam towards the shallow end. He caught me but I quickly escaped again when I started to pull his bathing suit down and he had to hold it up. We splashed around, chasing each other through the pool, for around 20 minutes before that got old. Honestly, I’m surprised it lasted as long as it did. How much time can you spend slashing each other in a pool past the age of ten?
After we’d bored of being five again we decided to go explore the rest of the pool complex. Though the hotel wasn’t great it did boast of a gym, locker rooms, a spa, and a sauna on a card in the room. What the hell? We had nothing better to do. So we dried off as best we could and wandered in through the door.
Though it was summer the hotel wasn’t crowded at all. We had chosen the hotel because of its proximity to the school I was interested in so it wasn’t near any of the theme parks or other tourist attractions in the area. It catered mostly to people like us and business men who needed a place to sleep and that was about it. And while I’d seen plenty of them in the lobby it was the early afternoon on a weekday and they were all doing more important things or cheating on their wives. Maybe both? As a result the indoor pool complex was even more deserted than outside. There wasn’t a soul in sight.
The gym was pretty pathetic; a couple exercise machines aimed at two TVs in a windowless room. The spa was closed so we didn’t get a view of that and the sauna seemed to be out of order. What a crock. But the locker room was open and was deserted like the rest of the place. It was like having a whole world to yourself. The locker room wasn’t much different from the ones I’d experienced in middle school though it lacked the overwhelming odor of Axe body spray that permeated from post-PE pubescent boys everywhere. I’d call that absence a positive aspect of this locker room.
The abandoned state of the locker room seemed to give Steven some ideas of his own which didn’t seem to involve Axe though it did involve pubescent boys in general and two in particular. I noticed that there seemed to be a bulge forming in the front of his bathing suit.
“Whatchya thinking?” I asked.
“Just that we shouldn’t waste an empty locker room. How many people have fantasies about fucking in locker rooms?”
“I like the way you think,” I said with a grin on my face. I couldn’t say the idea hadn’t crossed my mind, “So what do you think? In the showers? Up against a locker? Bent over a bench?” The possibilities of locker room sex are practically endless if not horribly cliché.
“Why not all of them?”
“Works for me.” My dick was getting hard now and his bathing suit looked like it would be ripping soon if I didn’t do something.
I pulled Steven over to the locker and started kissing him. He took the hint and pushed me up against the locker, grinding his cloth-covered cock against me.
“So you want me to fuck you in a locker room huh?”
He was trying to be sexy or something. It wasn’t working.
“Shut up.”
I pushed my lips against his again and slipped my tongue into his mouth. Steven moaned softly as our tongues caressed each other inside his mouth. Though we’d fucked a lot over the last week it was somewhat a surprise to me when I realized that we’d barely kissed at all. I don’t know why; we just hadn’t. I liked the feeling of his tongue against mine and moaned right back to him.
It was fucking hot but I wanted more.
I broke off the kiss and worked my way to his neck. I lightly nipped at his neck before kissing it and then sucking on that same spot for a second causing his knees to falter and a gasp to escape from him. I wanted to go longer but figured our parents would notice a hickey so I moved on. I kept kissing down his body, taking a short stop to suck on a nipple, on my way to his hard cock.
When I was finally down on my knees in front of his tented board shorts my dick twitched in anticipation of what I knew was soon going to be in my mouth. I slowly untied the string at the front and then peeled his shorts down. His cock had gotten pushed down a bit so that it rested almost horizontally across his leg inside his shorts. As I peeled them down I was first greeted by my little brother’s patch of pubic hair. I sniffed it, reveling in his scent, before peeling his shorts down even further and revealing the base of his big cock.
I kept pulling down and was rewarded by the full length of his dick popping up in front of my eyes. The unnatural length stood out from his body proudly. The large, purple head glistened tempted me with a single drop of precum that glistened on his peehole. His foreskin was back, behind his head. My brother’s cock was magnificent; a 9” weapon on a sexy, virile boy. I licked my lips.
I inhaled softly, taking in his musky teen scent before using a finger to push his cock up against his stomach. I leaned in and licked his ball sack. It was loose in the warm, dry air of the abandoned locker room and the wetness of my tongue caused his balls to move inside. I repressed a giggle.
I looked up at Steven’s face as I opened my mouth and slowly took one of his large balls inside. His mouth dropped open and his eyes closed as I started to suck on his ball, rolling it around it my mouth, caressing it with my tongue.
“Fuck yeah”, he moaned.
I softly let the first ball fall out of my mouth and moved on to the next one. I savored the slightly salty taste of his sweat and the chlorine of the pool.
As much as I loved his balls that wasn’t what I was down on my knees for. It was just a small snack on my way to the main course that is my brother’s huge cock.
I kept my finger holding his cock straight up as I softly kissed where his balls met his cock. Slowly I kissed my way up the right side of his shaft until I was just under the head of his cock. I went back down and repeated the same on the left side of his cock. With each soft contact of my lips with his hard shaft I could feel it twitch and throb. I pulled back and looked up at him. There was a hunger in his eyes.
“Such a fucking tease”, he hissed at me.
I grinned back at him. He was ready to fuck already but I was going to have at least a short taste of his cock first.
I leaned in and licked the base of his shaft and pulled back slightly. I licked again in the same spot feeling him twitch. I licked up his shaft, getting it wet with my spit. That would come in handy soon enough. Like with the kisses I went up each side in turn, avoiding the head, teasing him as long as possible. This was going to be fun. I licked him up and down for a minute, savoring the feel of his cock against my tongue. The iron hardness of his young cock beneath the soft cock skin. The way some of the veins stood out against the rest of the shaft. I loved his cock.
Finally, an end to the teasing. I licked up the underside of the shaft. But this time, instead of going back down, I flicked the tip of my tongue against the underside of his head, caressing his frenulum. I moved his cock down so that I was looking at it dead on. A dollop of precum oozed out of his piss hole and I lapped it up. It was thick and sweet, just like I like it. I slowly pumped his cock letting the foreskin roll just over the edge of his pink glans. Another drop oozed out.
I looked up at Steven one last time, meeting gaze, before I opened my mouth and took the large head of his cock inside. He moaned and closed his eyes as I went down as far on his cock as I could. Of course, with his size, that was little more than half of his large slab of meat but I did my best.
Steven ran his fingers through my hair as I started to bob on his cock. Each time I backed off I swirled my tongue around the spongy head. I made sure to use a lot of spit on his cock. As much as I loved sucking it I had other plans. I was going to have my brother’s cock inside my ass in this locker room.
“Fuck yeah! Suck it.”
I pulled off his cock and grinned at him.
“You like my mouth on your cock?”
“I love your mouth on my monster cock.”
“You’re so full of yourself.”
“No, but you’re about to be.”
“Nice one. How long did it take you to think of that?”
“Just shut up and stand facing the locker.”
“Yes sir.” I said sarcastically.
I knew what to do. Not like he’d never fucked me before. I pulled off my bathing suit, leaned against the locker, and spread my legs to give Steven better access to my ass. I waited while he knelt down behind me and got into position. He put his hands on my ass and pulled my cheeks apart exposing my hole to the warm tongue which was quickly pressed against it.
Steven licked up my crack before zeroing in and my still-tight hole and began his assault. For several minutes the locker room was filled with my moans as my little brother ate out my ass. His tongue entered me more times than I could count as he got me ready for what was to come. Finally, when I was about to ask him to fuck me he stopped.
“You might want to get me a little wet” he suggested.
I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth again, slobbering it up as much as I could. I was pretty loose now but some lube always helps.
I stood back up and braced myself against the lockers, my ass out towards the room. I wiggled it to entice my brother further, as if to beckon him inside me. Not that I had to. I waited, breathlessly, for my brother to make contact. My cock was rock hard and sticking out from my body. Precum was seeping from the slit.
I felt Steven’s hand on my left hip and quickly felt the head of his cock between my cheeks. He pushed forward and his cock went down, the head going under and hitting my balls. He pulled back and pushed again. His cock went up this time. I moaned as I felt him put his head directly against my hole. Applying pressure he rubbed his cock up and down my crack. I hated it when he teased me like this but it felt so good too. Each time the head hit my hole I breathed in, expecting him to enter me, only to be disappointed.
“What are you waiting for?” I whined.
“Just thought I’d make you really want it.”
“You’ve won. Stick that fucking cock in me!”
He placed his cock back at my hole and started to push in. I’d been fucked a lot lately and I really wanted his cock so he met with little resistance. I felt my hole open up as my brother pushed the full length of his cock into me. My mouth dropped open as I pushed my ass back at him, increasing the rate at which he entered me. Finally I could feel his pubes against my ass and I knew that his whole length was inside me.
“God! This never gets old.” Steven said, pulling my hips back and pushing forward to get every last centimeter into me making me moan like a little bitch in response.
“Fuck me!”
Steven laughed as he started to pull his cock out of me and then pushed back into me. I braced myself harder against the lockers as he began to fuck me hard. Each time he thrust into me he pushed the air out of me and I grimaced a bit in pain. I was still somewhat sore from last night and his cock wasn’t helping me return to normal. I groaned too though as he long-dicked me, each thrust hitting against my prostate and sending a wave of pleasure through my body. I whimpered.
He pulled out of me. I felt empty.
“Get on the bench.”
Seemed like Steven wanted to live every gay porn cliché involving a locker room. I guess I couldn’t complain. Locker room scenes were in porn for a reason and it wasn’t because people hated them. I put our clothes on top of the bench to cushion myself and then lay down on my back. Metal benches hurt, even through the clothes I was laying on.
Steven positioned himself between my spread legs and looked down at me. He spit in his hand and rubbed it up and down the length of his shaft, relubing himself to continue the fuck. He lowered himself down between my legs and put his cock against my hole. The head was so thick that I couldn’t help but prepare myself for the impending invasion. But my hole was defenseless against the invasion of my little brother’s cock into my ass. He quickly slid the length into me and then rested a second before pulling out and shoving it back in.
He arced over my body as he fucked me. His right hand was next to my head, holding on to the bench. His left hand was on my side, holding me in place as he fucked me hard. I could feel droplets of sweat landing on my stomach. For a minute we both looked between us at his cock sliding in and out of me. But before long I had my head back and my eyes closed as the pleasure washed over me. I reached for my own cock and started to stroke it in time with my brother’s thrusts into my hole.
I opened my eyes to see my brother staring down at me. He slowed down his thrusting and leaned down towards my face. He leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t the kiss of a brother for another but a kiss between lovers. Our tongues touched inside my mouth as he aggressively kissed me, my mind spinning in endorphins between his cock in my ass and his tongue in my mouth. I moaned involuntarily.
Steven broke the kiss and our eyes met again. He sped back up his thrusting. I wouldn’t mind if this fuck lasted longer but I knew it couldn’t last forever. We had already been at it for more than ten minutes and the longer we fucked the larger the risk that someone would walk in on us. I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast before cumming inside me.
“Fuck me. Fuck me with that big cock.” I said to urge him on.
He gave me a look as if to say “You got it.” before ramming his cock into me even harder. He grabbed my shoulders with both of his hands and sped up fucking his cock into me. Each thrust tried to push me up the bench but his arms kept me in place. The slap of his flesh against mine, my moans, and his groans echoed from the tiled walls of the locker room.
I could see his approaching orgasm in his face. I could hear it in his breathing. I could feel it in his fuck. It wasn’t going to be much longer.
“Do it. Cum inside your brother. I want your cum inside me.”
Steven redoubled his efforts and fucked me even harder.
“I’m so close Charlie.”
I was still jacking off but I could tell that there was no way I was going to cum while he was fucking me. It just wasn’t going to happen.
He was really close now. His thrusts were getting erratic and his breathing was ragged.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck…”
He pushed into me as far as he could and I felt him pulse as he unloaded his cum into me. My little brother’s cum flooded my insides as his sperm futilely sought out an egg to fertilize. He was pushing his sperm deep inside of me, trying to knock me up.
“Give me all of it!” I gasped as he made several small thrusts into me with each spurt.
He practically collapsed on top of me as he finished his orgasm. His cock remained in me, the last of his cum slowly leaking out of the softening shaft, as he caught his breath.
I reached up and stroked his hair and kissed the top of his head.
“I love you.” I whispered.
“I love you too.” My brother said back.
I felt complete in that moment. My brother, whom I loved more than any guy ever should, loved me back and we’d just had sex. Not that we hadn’t had sex more times in the last two weeks than I could count but it was still amazing every time. And it wasn’t that this was the first time he’d told me he loved me either. But I was in heaven nonetheless.
He lay on top of me for a moment longer before slowly getting off. He reached back and untangled my ankles from around him. I’d used them to pull him in deeper while he was cumming and had forgotten about them. Slowly he pulled his cock out of me. Semi-soft it was still an inch longer than my hard cock. Lucky bastard I thought until I felt his cock completely leave my hole and realized that I was the lucky one getting fucked by it on a regular basis. After the head left me I felt a trail of my brother’s cum start to leave my hole. Steven noticed it too.
“Looks like we need to get you cleaned up.”
“What did you have in mind?” I asked.
“How about a nice, hot shower?”
That sounded good but I was still hard.
“Get up.”
I clenched my hole as much as possible as I sat up. My back hurt and my ass was leaking but I managed to stand and slowly walk with Steven towards the showers. A small trickle of his seed flowed out my hole and down my leg. We entered and Steven turned on one of the showers. He held me from behind and slowly stroked my cock as we waited for the water to warm up. His soft cock was between my cheeks causing my ass to pucker and more cum to drip out. I’d just been fucked and used as a cumdump and I wanted to be fucked again.
The water was warm and we got under. The radius of the spray wasn’t very wide and so we were very close together. Steven got some body wash from a dispenser on the wall and started to rub me down with it using his hands. When he got to my ass he rubbed each of my cheeks in turn and then ran his hand up and down my crack, passing over my hole, before sliding a finger in. I gasped and he chuckled before pulling his finger out.
“You’ve got an amazing ass.” He said.
He washed my cock and then put me under the water to rinse off. While the soap ran off my body my brother got down on his knees in front of me and, after making sure I was suds free, took my cock into his mouth.
I’d been fucked hard and was horny as hell so I knew I wasn’t going to last long thought my lack of experience probably didn’t help either. His lips were tight around my cock and his mouth was warm and wet. He bobbed up and down on my cock as my head spun and I reached out my arm to brace myself against the wall. He took his head off my cock for a second and sucked on a finger before sliding it into my ass and returning to my swollen cock.
“Oh fuck.”
Steven was using his finger just right. He was rubbing my prostate and the constant pressure was sending waves of pleasure radiating from inside my ass throughout my body. I felt my orgasm building from deep inside me but with a different feeling than normal. It was like there was a pressure inside me pushing the cum out of my cock.
“Oh…God. I’m gonna cum!”
He pushed his finger harder against my prostate and bobbed faster. The orgasm didn’t feel like an explosion so much as a mushroom cloud. It started off slow, an intense pleasure from the base of my cock and then rapidly expanded through my body and up the shaft and out the tip.
“Uhhh…ooooooooh”
It didn’t feel like I shot like usual but just gushed a huge amount of semen into his mouth instead. I wasn’t even sure how much I came but my brother kept prodding my prostate and sucking my cock until I couldn’t take it anymore. It was all too much. My knees had weakened during my orgasm and now they started to fail me and I started to slide down. Steven caught me and gently put me down on the floor under the shower. He looked concerned.
“Are you ok?”
I couldn’t talk but I nodded my head. He stroked my hair and kissed me on my forehead. We sat under the spray of the shower and Steven held me as my strength returned. The orgasm I’d experienced was so powerful it was if he’d sucked the strength out of my body. I felt like I was made of jelly at first but after a little while my strength returned and we stood up. He helped me get dressed and dry off when we got to the room. He stripped me down and tucked me into bed where I passed out.
I awoke an hour later alone in the room. The lamp between the beds was on but all the other lights were off leaving the room dimly lit. The bathroom door was open and the light was off. Steven wasn’t in there either. I noticed that the curtain was open a bit and that the balcony door was cracked. I got out of bed and put on a pair of boxers before walking over to the sliding glass door. Steven was on the balcony seemingly staring out into the night.
I slowly pulled the door open, the noise of the door causing Steven to turn towards me. His eyes were red; it looked like he had been crying. My heart dropped and I felt an incredible urge to hold him and make everything better. I could see sadness in his face though he smiled when he looked at me.
“You ok?” I asked.
“Yeah. I just wish this vacation didn’t have to end.”
I knew what he’d been thinking. I’d had the same thoughts.
“When we go home everything is going to have to go back to the way it was before. Won’t it?” He looked confused.
“They don’t have to.” I said, “Things are going to change.”
“Like what?”
“Well, I’m… I’m gonna come out.”
“Why would you do that?”
Steven looked kind of shocked as though coming out were a ridiculous idea.
“Because it is what I want to do. I’m gay. You’ve helped me understand that. I’ve been confused for a long time and you helped me understand who I really am. I don’t want to pretend that I’m something I’m not.”
“And where does that leave me? Where do I fit in?”
“I- I don’t know.”
“I’m not coming out Charlie. I love you but I’m not gay. I don’t want to be gay. I just want to be with you.”
I was at a loss for words. This was everything that I’d worried about when I was talking with Sean this morning. How could we be together if he wasn’t gay?
“I want a relationship Steven.”
“We can have a relationship.”
“We can try. But we can’t go on dates. We can’t be a couple.”
What I was saying now dawned on him.
“I don’t want a secret relationship Steven. I want a real relationship. I want a boyfriend that I can introduce to my friends and go to school dances with.”
“Charlie…”
“Even if you wanted to do that we couldn’t anyway…”
My voice trailed off as I started to cry. I turned around and went back into the hotel room as tears ran down my face. I went into the bathroom and shut the door. I put the lid of the toilet down and sat on it as I cried. I did want those things. I wanted a real relationship. I wanted to be with Steven but I wanted him to be a boyfriend, a real boyfriend. I sat on the toilet and cried about the situation for a while. It was hard for me to accept that I might not be able to get everything I wanted.
I eventually calmed down, brushed my teeth, and went out into the room. Steven was already asleep. That wasn’t a problem but for the first time in almost two weeks he was sleeping in the other bed. I would be sleeping alone. I felt empty as I crawled into the large, empty bed and curled up to drift to sleep.
End Chapter 9

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Reading Allowed, Pt.9

With this chapter our story comes to an end, at least for now. My writing partner for this series, lamignonne, has entered a very busy period in her life and won’t have time to write in the foreseeable future. I will, however, post some of my solo stories occasionally, and you can also purchase my two collections of short erotica and my erotic-romance novel here: http://www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/a43330/Zen-Mackie/? Thanks to all the readers who left their comments about this series – feel free to get in touch. –Zen

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Stuffed Belly

(Some years ago, I posted this on another website. I’ve touched it up a bit for its 2nd debut here.)
Stuffed Belly
A Belly Tale
By
Paul Gazer
I found Penny sprawled on her kitchen floor in a ring of dead beer bottles and donut boxes, cradling her straining belly and groaning like a cow overdue to be milked. She was dressed, more or less, in men’s pajamas, but slopped beer had pasted the shirt to her undulant breasts and the elastic waist had slipped down the steep lower slope of her bulging gut, exposing her round, deep navel. The effect would have been stimulating if it weren’t for her obvious distress.
“Penny! What’s wrong?”
She stiffened at my voice. “G…g… gway!” The moaning turned into ragged sobs, and she clutched her stomach tighter. I sat down behind her head with my Legs stretched out straight on either side of her and heaved her shoulders until her head lay in my lap. She groaned, “No, no, no, no,” rolling her head back-and-forth uncomfortably on my crotch.
“Penny, uh, don’t do that – don’t.” I moved my hands forward to restrain her, then couldn’t find any landing areas that weren’t hills of belly or breast, so my palms ended up where the knobs of her hips would show if they weren’t an inch deep in flesh. I held on to her gently as her sobs decayed into shuddery snuffles.
A month before school had ended, my music teacher’d sent me to meet Penny because she was a good cellist who needed an okay pianist like me to work up some Beethoven sonatas. Her address turned out to be an ugly sandstone mansion Built around 1900. She answered the door herself because, it turned out, she lived there nearly alone. Her mother was long gone, and her big-shot father traveled constantly, leaving Penny with an old housekeeper who managed to stand up long enough to throw supper on the table before tottering back to the gin bottle in her room at the far end of the house.
We became friends during summer weeks of afternoon practice in the music room (it was that kind of mansion) talking mainly about the music we both loved. Penny never revealed anything really personal, except through that music. She played energetically, working her strong arms hard as she fingered and bowed and arching her back in the crescendos so that her thrusting stomach crowded the back of the cello. After a musical climax, a moist sheen would coat her upper lip, her breathing would deepen, and her blue eyes would sparkle with pleasure.
But she hadn’t sparkled on the phone today: “About practice? Um, just, uh, don’t come, okay, Eric?”
“Why not, Penny?”
Her voice had a leaden, hopeless sound: “Just….” She hung up.
Her tone of voice bothered me all afternoon until, at the supper table, I invented an evening practice at her house. At 18, I was the baby of four brothers and the only one still at home, so I got away with murder. My Dad tossed me the car keys without a question. Mom automatically said, “Finish your milk first,” reminding me of one reason I couldn’t wait for college in the Fall.
When my ring wasn’t answered, I pushed Penny’s door open and stood listening in the big foyer until I caught the sound of faraway weeping. I followed the sobs down a long hall and into the big white-tiled kitchen, where I found Penny beached on the floor with the bottles and boxes washed up around her.
And that’s how I ended up here with her head pressing into my groin. She’d quieted down a bit, so I ventured, “Can you get up, Penny?”
“Hunh-unh.”
“Why not?”
She peered at me with tipsy concentration. “Three reas’ns. One, I chugged eight bollsabeer an’ I’m not a sperienced drinker. Two: I ate two dozn donuts an I don’ feelvery good.” She thought solemnly, then added, “I am very, very full.”
“What’s the third reason?” No answer. “Penny?”
“If I get up you’ll look at me in my jamas.”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
She muttered something like “fannully.”
“What?”
“CAUSE I’M FAT AN UGLY!” Penny’s eyes puddled up and tears spilled over her soft round cheeks.
“You’re not ugly.”
She nodded. “Such a pretty face, they all say. But y’know what the girls at school call me?. Jelly Belly.” She started to sob again. “P… p…preggers!” To distract her, I pushed her shirt tails up to her sternum and started rubbing the hard mass of her stomach beneath its pad of firm fat. “Ohhhhh,” she said, “feels good. My tummy hurts soooo bad.”
I continued kneading and caressing. “Because you stuffed it with donuts.”
“Ummmm. An’ beer.”
“No,” I said thoughtlessly, “the beer’s down here.” Shoving her waistband the rest of the way down, I pushed in the base of her belly smartly.
The effect was dramatic. A terrified look crossed Penny’s face and her voice dropped to a growl. “Don’t do that, oh, God, you shouldna… I gotta go, I mean I really gotta go. I, oh jeez, I don’t think I can hold it!”
“Then you have to get up!” Scrambling to my feet, I somehow heaved her 190 pounds sort of vertical. “Where’s a bathroom?”
“My room.” She staggered forward and almost fell. Without thinking, I draped her left arm over my shoulder, wrapped my right arm around her waist, and started walking with her. I could feel the weight of her big right breast bouncing on the back of my hand. Her pajama waistband was still riding just above her crotch and her big bare belly thrust out above it, wagging with every step. It really did look pregnant (or what I guessed pregnant must look like). I felt torn between guilt at spying on her and excitement at her abundant curves.
The trip up the grand staircase and down the hall seemed endless and Penny kept up a stream of terrified mumbling: “Ohgod, I can’t hold it, I’m gonna go, I’m gonna pee, jeez-o-jeez, I’m so embarrassed, I’m gonna let go, I’m gonna wet myself, I wanna die…” and so-forth.
She finally lurched toward an open doorway and I helped her across a frilly female bedroom to the bathroom on the opposite side. I walked Penny over to the toilet, turned her around, then unceremoniously yanked her pants down around her ankles. I pushed on her stuffed belly, right at the navel, and she abruptly plumped down on the toilet. I guessed I might as well finish the job: kneeling, I lifted one foot at a time and removed her pajama bottoms. It had been close: the pants were damp in the middle.
Penny looked down at me, her eyes widening as the situation penetrated the beer fog. “You pulled my jamas off.” She reached a hand to hide her crotch, realized that her big pot belly was on the job, then nervously rubbed the donuts in the extra bulge of stomach below her breastbone.
I faked an air of neutral efficiency: “You smell of beer and your shirt’s all wet.” Undoing the front buttons, I peeled her out of it while she protested feebly. I soaked a washcloth in warm water from the sink and started mopping her chest. Though remarkably large, her breasts weren’t flabby flesh bags, but gourd-shaped rockets that perched alertly on the shelf of her belly, pointing up and out as if ready for launch. As the rough cloth scraped a nipple, it rose erect, mirroring the action in my pants. I gathered the courage to cup her right breast and lift it, my hand trembling at its weight and taut warmth. Penny looked back and forth from my face to her nipple with a sort of stunned expression.
Breathing hard, I set the washcloth aside and said briskly, “Right: all clean.” Penny nodded automatically, her eyes still wide as blue poker chips. “Right, um, okay, Penny, weren’t you going to, um, you know, go?”
“Can’t.”
“But you almost couldn’t hold it.”
“Now I’m too embarrassed. You’ll… hear it and all. Go way.”
“Be sensible; if I let go, you’ll fall off the can. Here, straighten up!” At my tone of command, she did so, lifting her belly enough for me to slip a hand under it. I pressed upward on the tight flesh, massaging the hard balloon of her straining bladder. “Come on, baby, pee for me; that’s a good girl. Make a nice big pee.” I stroked and pushed on her warm, taut belly.
Penny looked at me with a sort of horror as I went on rubbing her gut, then a faraway look crossed her face, like a baby about to let go in its diaper, and she suddenly gushed and splashed into the toilet, on and on and on, while a red blush crawled up her plump cheeks all the way to her hairline. “Uhhhhhh,” she groaned, “good; oh, good.”
“Feel better?” Penny nodded. I wound toilet paper around my hand. “Up again!” She lifted her gut obediently and I reached between her thighs and patted her plump mossy mound. Without thinking, I pressed the paper between its vertical lips. After a couple of blind wipes, my fingers encountered some sort of inner bump. Penny sucked in a breath so deep and sudden that I stopped wiping her.
And there we froze, staring at each other, she propped up on the toilet, pink and naked, me kneeling with my hand between her legs and my finger pushing a button whose existence I hadn’t yet even heard of.
Whatever the situation may seem like today, it was inconceivable way back then, with Ike in the White House and Beaver Cleaver on the black and white tube. We crew-cutted, chino trousered, poodle-skirted high school graduates might brag about “getting to first base,” meaning touching a clothed breast, but anything racier wasn’t expected, and boasts about actual sex were dismissed as fiction. As for what was happening here in this very feminine bathroom, well, it was simply unthinkable. Penny looked down at my hand disappearing between her plump thighs with an amazed and frightened look as if she’d suddenly found herself flying a fighter plane.
As casually as I could, I pulled my fingers out and stood up. “Okay,” a pause to force the squeak out of my voice, then, “time to get you tucked in.” I held out my hands, “Grab hold.” She obeyed and I hauled her upright. Penny swayed and I was afraid her knees would buckle. “Can you walk?”
“Not without ‘ssistance,” she replied with droll dignity, and raised her right arm for support. Happy to oblige, I cupped her right breast to use as a handle and wrapped my other arm around her soft waist with my hand palming the convex lower slope of her bare, thrusting belly. I walked her this way into the bedroom, hoping she wouldn’t notice the painful boner prodding her bottom. At her bedside I flipped the covers back, turned her to face me, lowered her onto the bed, and lifted her feet up onto the sheet.
Penny lay back, grunted soft as a happy piglet, and then looked up at me like a little girl at bedtime. She said in a very small voice, “Don’t leave me alone,” and moved sideways to clear space on the bed. I smiled and sat beside her.
Not knowing quite what to do next, I started rubbing her big belly again. “Yeah, good, ohhhhhh, good!” she breathed. I massaged her slowly, moving my hand in widening circles until I was caressing the warm flesh from her sternum to below her navel. Like her breasts, her belly was too big and dense to collapse when she lay on her back. Starting at the hollow of her breastbone, it rose six inches in a shallow arc, continued south past the sexy well of her navel, then swooped down to meet the top of her pubic mound. My hand worked its way down to massage the tense flesh of this lower bulge and Penny buzzed like a purring cat, arching her back so her belly thrust even higher.
As my fingertips probed this swelling dome, I was amazed by its construction. Her belly had as many layers as an expensive mattress: taut skin on the surface, a pad of fat beneath it, then a tight, resilient sheath of muscle. That couldn’t account for the exuberant thrust of her paunch, which resembled a classic beer gut; so she must have had more fat in her body cavity, along with the usual organs. I pictured the mysterious tangle of small intestine in its three-sided frame of colon, all of it squirting and gurgling as it battled with two dozen donuts. Leaning down, I pressed my ear against her belly button. Sure enough, I heard a rumbling chuckle of liquids and gasses burbling away in the soft factory that distended her swollen belly. It was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard. My head rode up and down with her every breath, and the sweet smell and feel of her big round gut was intoxicating.
“Eric!” I sat up guiltily to find Penny watching me with a horrified expression. “This is the worst thing ever happened to me.”
“Hey, you just had a few too many beers; it’s not that awful.”
“No, no; I mean you saw everything. The whole fat ugly mess.” Penny waved a hand vaguely at her exposed body.
“I meant what I said: you’re beautiful.”
Her look said, don’t patronize me.
I went on, “Such a pretty face indeed, and your body’s indescribable.”
“I’ll say!”
“I mean it!” I placed a hand outside each breast and pushed them together. “Your, uh… these are amazing.”
“Grotesquely big, and my tummy’s disgustingly fat.” She sounded like she was sobering a little.
“Not disgusting, but yes, it’s fat.” When she looked hurt I continued firmly, “Let’s get this straight right now.” I fondled the warm abdominal dome. “This isn’t a tummy or a stomach or a middle.” I started caressing it with both hands. “It’s a belly: a BIG belly. A round, smooth, warm, soft/hard, elegant belly that’s so sexy I can’t stand it.”
“You think I’ll believe this awful GROWTH is sexy?”
I swallowed hard at what I was about to say. “Penny, do you believe a thermometer when it takes your temperature?” A puzzled nod. “Okay, read the thermometer!” Grasping her hand, I pressed it on my groin where she could feel the rod of my cock, as rigid by now as a galvanized pipe.
Her eyes shot wide open. “Is that your, um…?”
I nodded. “Know what makes it hard like that?”
“Of course! Well, I mean, I’ve read and all.”
“You make it hard, Penny, you and your red mouth and your big pink nipples and your navel that I want to lick. Most of all, your big, wonderful, sexy belly makes it hard, so hard it hurts!”
She was absently probing my groin with her fingers. “You really mean this, don’t you?”
“I can’t fake it, Penny; the thermometer can’t lie.”
“Could I…” she was whispering, “…see it?”
I never imagined, I mean, not like this… but then I thought to myself, I’m looking at her naked and she didn’t even have a choice. Fair is fair. Standing nervously, I lowered my pants and shorts and let my shaft arch out like a fat flagpole.
Penny’s eyes got even bigger, if possible. “Will that thing really fit… uh, you know?”
The boys’ shower in the gym had reassured me that I was quite a respectable size; but Penny’d probably never seen a pecker in working mode, if at all. “So they tell me.”
She wrapped her fingers around my penis and kneaded it as if stripping a cow of milk. It had almost the same effect on me. “Easy, Penny! Whoa!”
“Why is the top turning purple?” she breathed.
“It’s all your fault – you and your plump, sexy body.”
For the first time, Penny smiled. Keeping one hand on my cock, she pushed the other between her luscious thighs. The smile grew and grew until a delighted grin spread all over her face, as if she’d just discovered something amazing and wonderful. “My sexy body,” she murmured. “My sexy boobies, my sexy tummy.”
“Belly – your big, sexy belly, and proud of it!”
“Oh, yes!” She thought about this and then a shy expression replaced the grin. “If you want to…” she spread her legs on the bed, “…it would be okay; I mean I’d let you.” The adrenalin burst made my head sing and my eyes see little fireworks. I had to focus hard to keep from coming in her hand. This was unreachable heaven – a solitary guy’s wet dream.
And then reality cut in. “Let go, sweet Penny,” I said, and when she did, I pulled my pants up and sat down again.
She had the betrayed expression of someone who’d discovered a lie that she wanted desperately to believe. “Don’t you want to, after all?”
“I want to so much I’m about to ruin my underwear. I want to so much I’m shaking all over and sweat is running out of my armpits. But I can’t. Not tonight.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re still more than a little drunk. Because you feel so bad you don’t care what anyone does to you. Because we don’t have any protection.”
“From what?”
“Jeez, Penny, like a rubber. You want to have a baby?”
She nodded slowly as the idea penetrated, then shook her head.
“Tomorrow I’ll come back and we’ll have a real date, and maybe make out, and if you like me and if I’m lucky, you’ll let me cop a feel.”
“What?”
“And if you eat a bit too much, I might rub your belly. Then we’ll see what happens. Date?”
Penny’s smile was very sweet. “Okay.”
“Now sleep, and I’ll take something to remember.” Very slowly, I kissed her mouth, then lifted her breasts and kissed and sucked each eager nipple, then kissed her belly button, snaking my tongue into it so she giggled. A last caress of her warm, full gut, then I pulled the covers over her. “As you sleep, remember how beautiful you are; remember what you did to my thermometer. Sleep, sexy Penny.”
I was at the bedroom door when her light voice floated after me, “Eric?”
“Mmm?”
“Eight o’clock tomorrow?”
“Fine. Sleep.”
“Eric?”
“Yeah?”
“About rubbing my tum… my belly?”
“Mm-hm?”
“I have a dress that buttons down the front.”
“My pants work that way too. Sweet dreams.”
I got home to discover that I’d been at Penny’s no more than an hour. When I gave my dad the car keys he looked up from grading essays. “Was your rehearsal successful?”
Rehearsal? I’d forgotten my invented excuse to go to Penny’s. Suddenly, the word struck me as both wonderful and funny. “It was a thorough rehearsal, Dad; we practiced almost everything.”
Absently, “Good, Son. You two have a performance coming up?”
“Dad, I devoutly hope so.”
He looked puzzled, then shrugged and went back to work.
* * *
Promptly at eight the next night I was again knocking on the big pompous door of Penny’s house and wondering how a now-sober young woman would feel about a guy who’d sucked the nipples on her oversized breasts and caressed her beer-swollen belly while she lay there groaning helplessly. We hadn’t Gone All the Way, as folks so coyly put it then, because gentlemen in those ancient ‘fifties didn’t take advantage of ladies who were drunk and emotionally distraught. As the door finally swung open, I could only hope Penny would remember this and at least readmit me to her house.
She greeted me with a mumbled “Hi, Eric” and a nervous smile, refusing to look directly at me. Tonight, her curly auburn hair was brushed and her lovely face looked more or less recovered from last night’s stuffing. She wore a house dress stretched tight around her thrusting breasts and belly. There was a sheen of oil on her lips and she rubbed her fingers absently on the fabric covering her hips, leaving a stain. “Um, well, c’mon in. I’m in the rec room.”
It was a converted basement with wet bar, pool table, huge couch, soft lights, and the usual 17-inch black and white TV soundlessly showing a western rerun. The coffee table was littered with end-crusts of what we then called pizza pie. Penny plumped onto the couch and gestured for me to join her. “Hungry?” I shook my head. “Well…” A wan smile. “Here I am, pigging as usual, though I’m so full by now, I’ve got a tummy ache.” Leaning back, she rubbed her swollen stomach, just below the overhang of her outsized breasts
“So,” she resumed a bit too casually, “last night you saw everything, didn’t you?” I nodded cautiously. “Now you know why the girls named me Preggers.”
I couldn’t think of an answer. We stared stupidly at the soundless TV.
An uncomfortable pause, then, “Millie van Daan calls me ‘Guts!’ She’s the worst.”
“Um, sounds like it.” Looking at her legs propped up on the coffee table, I noticed how shapely they were, like a pinup girl’s except a size bigger.
Finally, Penny couldn’t stand the silence. “Big fat slob, huh? Say something. Tell me what you think.”
Instead of answering, I moved closer and started gently massaging her stomach. Penny stared at me a moment, then relaxed and let me do it. Feeling the firm/soft layers of her gut was exciting, but a button got in the way. I undid it and slipped my hand onto smooth, warm flesh. When Penny didn’t react, I kneaded her packed stomach for a while, then undid buttons above and below so I could caress her all the way across her pizza bulge. Penny grunted softly and closed her eyes.
After a few minutes of this, she said, “I could probably stuff in those last slices, but I’m too comfortable to move.” Taking the hint, I picked up a pizza wedge and touched her lips with its point. Penny opened her eyes and mouth. As I slowly fed her the pizza, her eyes brightened oddly. By the end of the second slice, she was breathing heavily, and when she’d finished the final slice she was shifting her hips uneasily on the couch and arching her back so that her distended belly strained the other buttons on her dress. “Oooh, that’s good,” she cooed, and a tiny line of olive oil dribbled down her chin.
I leaned slowly forward and licked the oil off; then before she could react I covered her rich mouth. Her kiss was clumsy at first, but as I tongued her lips, they parted and let me enter. After a long, moist engagement, we separated.
“Does that answer your question?”
Penny could only blink because she was breathing as if she’d just entered a footrace and won. Watching her heaving belly, I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I undid the rest of her buttons and pulled the dress aside. There it was: a ripe, rising dome, veiled in white panties from the deep navel down, but arcing pink and shiny up to the base of a white bra as big and hard as a fortress. This erotic bag of fat and organs swelled with each breath like the throat pouch on a frog. When I resumed caressing her taut belly skin, Penny sighed and closed her eyes again.
As we lounged there in the low lighting, I rubbed her flesh in ever larger circles until my finger tips ventured inside the waistband of her panties. Penny stiffened momentarily, then relaxed; so I let the orbit of my exploration grow and grow until I could feel the bottom of her bra above and the first curls of pubic hair below. Continuing to massage Penny’s tense belly, I pushed her panty waistband down until it rode along the base of her gut. As I caressed her warm flesh, I leaned in for another kiss and this time her mouth instantly welcomed my tongue. After another long, wet communion, I settled beside her and went on stroking her swollen stomach, soft navel pit, and full lower gut. It was heaven.
Who knows how many minutes later she murmured, “Eric?”
“Mm?”
“‘Cha thinking?”
A long pause while I got my courage up and then, “If you really want to know, I’m disappointed.” Her belly stiffened suddenly. “I mean, here I am, actually touching your boobs, at least a little, but your bra’s so hard it’s like scraping concrete.”
The convex slope under my hand relaxed again, then shook with a silent chuckle. “I’ll have to stand up,” she said, and did. She reached her arms around her back inside her now-unbuttoned dress and struggled with her snaps. The move thrust her belly forward until she looked more pregnant than ever. When her bra cups loosened slightly, Penny grasped the tip of each one and slowly, hesitently upward so that her breasts finally tumbled out onto the upper slope of her gut.
Those breasts were indescribable imagine cantaloupe teased up in front into cones and faired in back into lush organic gourd shapes where they joined her chest. Imagine red/brown aureoles with nipples like swelling mushroom caps. Imagine shiny skin stuffed tight with flesh that swayed with every movement. Imagine sculpted bags so big that they should have flattened on her belly, but so ripe and gorged with substance that they pointed up and out as if straining to leap off her chest. I sat there and gaped like an idiot.
“Big and sloppy, huh? Elsie the cow, that’s me,” said Penny sadly. As if to prove it, she leaned over so that Elsie’s udders swung before me like a pair of great, lazy bells.
I stared at these vast elastic globes, hypnotized, swallowing repeatedly, then slowly captured one heavy breast in each palm. “My God, Penny. Your breasts are the most arousing sight I’ve ever….”
Penny dropped to squat in front of me, staring up into my face. She studied me intently for a long moment. “Tell me everything,” she whispered, tell me what you’re feeling.
I looked at the heavy breasts now overflowing my hands; I looked at the provocative thrust of the belly globe nesting between ripe thighs; I looked at shimmering hair and curving lips and wide blue eyes. And when I got my voice under control I said, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen or want to see. Your breasts make my hands shake and my ears ring like I took ten aspirin. Your belly drives me crazy. I want to caress it, tickle it, knead it like warm dough. I want to pour honey in your navel and lick it out again. I want to rest my head on your swelling stomach and listen to your sexy guts bubble and purr. I want to push on what’s down below it until you open up and let me inside. I want you, Penny, so badly that I can’t express it.”
Penny grinned. “And you haven’t even mentioned my backside.” Then a strange thing happened: the grin dimmed to a smile and held there while tears welled up in her blue eyes, coursed down her plump cheeks, and splashed the bulging contours of her breasts.
“Penny, I didn’t mean…”
She shook her head, still smiling and flowing like a faucet. “‘S’all right, ‘s’all right.” I helped her up beside me on the deep couch; and held her for five solid minutes while she wept and smiled and wept some more.
I was helpless to deal with this, except to rock her gently and pat her shoulder like a dummy. “Was it something I said?”
“Was it ever!” Penny’s smiling and weeping ramped up to laughing and bawling until I was scared she’d choke or something. I was afraid she’d really come unglued. Eventually, however, she snuffled, wiped her eyes on a paper napkin, and honked loudly into several more. “Sorry,” she said in a small voice. “So.” She pressed her upper arms inward against her breasts, pushing them upward. “You don’t think they’re totally awful.”
By way of answer, I surrounded a nipple with my lips and sucked it upright. “That’s putting it mildly.”
“And you don’t think this giant gut’s disgusting.” Taking a deep breath and holding, she arched her back so that her belly rose to almost double height.
When she deflated for another breath, I swung around and lay with my head in her lap, ear and cheek pressed against her convex wall of soft/hard flesh. “My thermometer can’t lie,” I said, indicating the crotch of my pants.
Penny hesitated, then placed a palm lightly on my groin. “Feels close to freezing.”
“Wait.” As I lay there, my neck soaked up the warm softness of her thighs. My eyes caressed the looming bottoms of her great breasts floating above me like twin moons, my cheek marked the tension beneath her warm belly skin and moved with the rhythmic pressure of her breathing. My ear eavesdropped on an argument between guts and pizza, a struggle marked by gurgles, squirty hisses, and long insistent rumbles like distant summer thunder. The stuff surging through her snaking bowels was so intense that I could swear I felt small pushes on her taut belly surface, like a baby kicking. Those deep-gut quarrels were too erotic to resist.
“Hmmm. Up to 98.6.” She bent forward to look at me over her mighty breasts, shoving them down far enough to press my nose. “Whoa! Now you’ve really got a fever!” Struggling one-handed with unfamiliar buttons, (jeans had buttons then) she opened my fly and snaked her fingers down my own much flatter belly to my pulsing cock. “I want to see it,” she whispered and tried to push my jockey waistband down under my balls.
“Ow! Use the leg opening.”
“Sorry; what about this funny overlap in the middle?” She fingered it and giggled.
“Doesn’t work as well. Hoo-ee!”
“Okay okay.” Obediently, she pulled my briefs aside and guided my cock free. “Ooh!” she said. “You’re really sure it’ll fit?”
“It’s what I hear.”
“Is that a drop of pee?”
“No there’s valves inside that switch over.”
“Yeah, I read about that.”
“It’s well, guys call it jisum, and if you don’t let go pretty soon you’ll see an awful lot more of it.” An extra-loud colonic fanfare made my cock jerk dangerously.
“Mellie, she’s my only friend the other girl no one will talk to.” (Where did Mellie come from? I thought, fighting for control.) “Mellie said it tastes salty and I said how do you know? and she said it’s fun to suck on boys and lick it.” She rubbed my shaft gently with one fingertip. “It sounded dirty when she said it, but now….” Her voice trailed off into a speculative smile.
Now what? At 18, we were still virgins in those days, and even my big brothers’ stories of their conquests were long on brag but short on practicalities. Finally, I said in a half-strangled voice, “Penny, are you as uncomfortable as I am?”
“Tell you the truth, I’m kinda scared.”
“Me too, I guess, but I meant clothes. C’mon: let’s get up.” Untangling gracelessly, we clambered off the couch. “Are you scared of, you, know, doing it?”
Penny shook her head. “I’m not drunk and feeling bad, as you so gently put it last night.”
“Yeah, but you’re still fertile.”
Another head shake. “I just finished, um, you know, monthlies, yesterday.” Penny looked at me directly, as if resolved to tell an uncomfortable truth. “I’m really scared you’ll wake up and see how ugly… see me as I am.”
I returned her steady gaze. “Let’s test it out.” I helped her out of the open dress and lifted the mighty bra off her arms. “My turn.” I stripped my golf shirt, kicked off my loafers, and dropped my pants suavely enough, but ruined it by nearly falling as I tried to get the pants off my ankles. Penny suppressed a giggle. Looking her in the eye, I shoved my briefs down past my erection and stepped out of them.
“Oh God.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s still dripping.” Sinking quite gracefully to her knees, Penny whispered, “I want to see what Mellie meant.” And so she did.
And while she kissed my cock tip and licked around it, and pulled it, inch, by inch, between her curving lips, I looked down at the symphony of curves below me: the double arc of her big pink bottom, the twin torpedoes of her wagging breasts, the shallow parentheses of her sides above all, the swollen globe of her thrusting belly. Talk about the music of the spheres! As she moved her head back and forth to milk my shaft, her whole body followed and her stomach skin whitened as it pulled tight over her luscious paunch. Watching her gut strain rhythmically, I wondered if her navel would pop out; and as this erotic vision flashed by, her intestines erupted in a virtuoso solo a long, cascading arpeggio of burbling chuckles.
“Oh, God, Penny!” I pulled out of her mouth so suddenly that her lips popped audibly.
“Did that hurt?”
“No, but I almost couldn’t hold it.”
“Let’s go, then.” Rising, Penny lay down on the wide couch, spread her big shapely legs, and held out her plump arms.
It would be nice to report that our first lovemaking was a glorious communion, but we were virgins, as I said, and we frankly made a mediocre job of it. We fumbled and panted and giggled and slipped; but when we were finally through, Penny’s eyes shone.
“Did you, uh, make it?”
She grinned but shook her head. “Not quite; we’ll have to practice more.”
“Like our music.”
“VERY MUCH like our music,” she said emphatically.
We knelt facing each other on the couch, and I held her great hanging breasts in both hands. “God, you’re beautiful!” I was almost moaning.
Penny looked me in the eyes and started speaking softly. “I knew you must be out there someplace since I was twelve and realized I wasn’t just a temporary fat girl. I invented you when they sent me to the stout lady clothing section. I imagined you when they made me do push ups and play field hockey and the coach yelled at me and the skinny girls giggled in my face. I visualized you when the boys looked at each other and grinned and I sat by myself at dancing class in a dress like a friggin’ rain barrel. I didn’t know who you were or when you might show up, but I had faith someday you’d come.”
“Not much of a prince.”
“But close enough; I’ll take you!”
Rather than mumble some ‘aw shucks’ answer, I moved my arms up and held her silently.
* * *
On another night six decades later, Penny would sadly leave me behind; but between those life-changing evenings 60 years apart, I made her smile ten thousand times, I rolled with her in fragrant sheets, I swelled her belly triply great with babies, I played Bach and Schumann with her in soft summer twilights, and I paraded her through the world on my arm with public pride in my big round woman and grateful joy that I had found her.
I have written this short memoir for you in particular, because you belong to the happy few who know what shouldn’t be a secret: that the great-breasted, full-bellied women are the oldest tribe, that the fat ladies sing the lustiest songs, that the most abundant females are the sweetest in the hay, and that they have the biggest, truest hearts of all.

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