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Rape of the Party Girls

Part 1
Rape of the Party Girls
Amy and April walked briskly down the quiet street, the clack-clack-clack of their heels on the pavement the only thing breaking the silence of the quiet December evening. It was cold, and they wanted to reach the Christmas party quickly; neither was dressed for these temperatures.
Both girls were 17, and worked part time as waitresses at a local restaurant while studying for their A levels. They were looking forward to the party, and had dressed to impress; close friends, their outfits were chosen to complement each other.
They had both selected short, colourful, loose skirts; cut well above the knee, they were higher on the left, revealing a tantalising glimpse of the wearer’s thigh. Their tops were tight, and ended some inches above their waist, showing their navels.
The girls were quite different in appearance. April was the slimmer of the two; tall, pretty, with long dark hair and a wistful look about her eyes. Slightly built and long-legged, her small breasts stayed pert and high beneath her top; the garment’s thin shoulder straps revealed that she had felt no need of a bra.
Amy was shorter than her friend, but more curvaceous; there was the risk that she might run to fat by her late twenties, but for now could fairly be described as luscious. Her blonde hair was cut short; the swell of her shapely hips and rear moved pleasingly under the skirt as she hurried to keep pace with her taller friend.
“How far is this place?” Amy asked. “It’s freezing out here.”
“It’s close, I think,” April replied. She looked round as they reached a junction, checking the street names. A white van drove slowly by; the young South Asian man driving grinned at the two girls as he passed, blatantly admiring them. They ignored him, naturally. “This way,” April said decisively, indicating the left turn. “It’s a couple of turnings down here.”
The girls set off once more, down a street with fewer houses that ran alongside a park; it was locked now, dusk having fallen a couple of hours previously. Reaching a further junction a couple of minutes later, neither took much note of another white van – or was it the same one? – parked at the roadside. It was a costly mistake.
As they moved to cross the road, Amy and April felt themselves seized from behind. Each girl felt a man’s hand clamp over her mouth and an arm wrapped about her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. The girls screamed in instinctively in alarm, and kicked out desperately. They saw the side door of the van thrown open and two men, both Indian or Pakistani, reached for them. Panicking, April kicked at them, but one of the two simply took hold of her ankles, his big hands encircling them completely. The other grasped Amy similarly, and the teenagers were bundled into the van. As one of the young men slammed the door shut, the girls heard the engine start and the van leaped forwards.
The whole abduction had taken only seconds.
*
“Drive! Drive!” someone was shouting. April felt the floor beneath her vibrate as the vehicle moved forward. She struggled, arching her back; her head was held against the torso of one of her attackers, his hand tight over her mouth. His arm was wrapped about her body, his fingers sinking into the bare flesh of her arm. Glancing up, she saw he was looking to one side, to the front of the van where a fifth man was at the wheel. April could not tell where they were going, only able to see the street lights passing above. Panicked, she looked forward, to see a grinning, gap-toothed boy of about her own age looming over her, his hands about her calves, holding her down. He licked his lips as his eyes roamed up and down her body.
April’s eyes widened in horror at what he was obviously contemplating, and she let out a muffled but truly terrified scream. She threw her head from side to side, consumed by mortal terror, only to see Amy held similarly to her right.
If anything, Amy was suffering rougher treatment. She, too, was held on her back, but one lad had his hand clamped tightly over her nose and mouth, while his other bent her right arm up her back. Her other hand was free only to claw at his fingers; he would allow her to loosen them enough to breathe through her nose, but closed his grip again the moment she let go. This meant Amy had no chance of defending herself from the lad – the youngest of the group, looking to be no more than fourteen – who was kneeling across her legs, his hands rudely caressing her thighs. April could see the muscles in Amy’s legs flex and tense under his molestations. Her skirt had ridden up above her hips. April could see she was crying, and felt frightened tears welling up in her own eyes.
The boy holding her legs grinned at her distress. “I’m going to fuck you,” he told her, leaning menacingly close. “Like it hard, do you, white bitch? Like a slab of dark meat in you? I’m going to give it to you harder and deeper than you’ve ever had it in your life.” He smacked his lips in a perversion of a kiss, sliding his hands up April’s bare legs. She squealed hysterically in protest as she felt him squeeze, just above her knees.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he laughed. “If you didn’t want me feeling you up, you shouldn’t have put the goods on display. I’m just getting a sample of what’s on offer, that’s all.” April heard his friend laugh at this, and cursed herself for not wearing trousers. Why hadn’t she dressed more modestly? Why did she have to draw such attention to her charms?
“Bloody hold on back there!” yelled the driver, in an aggrieved tone. “You’d better not start without me!”
“Alright, alright,” one of the youths grumbled. The one leaning over April scowled. “Soon, bitch,” he said. “You’re gonna get raped real soon.”
They drove for almost an hour, the girls held tight and helpless all the time, trembling and weeping as they were taken to their rape, always conscious of their abductors’ intrusive hands on their bodies. But finally, the van came to a halt. The engine cut out, leaving only a silence that seemed unearthly after so long.
It was then that April and Amy’s nightmare really began.
*
“Alright,” said the driver, “there’s no one around.” He turned and clambered into the back of the van. The others relaxed, and Amy and April felt their grip on them slacken a little. “Scream all you like,” one of them said, “there’s no one to hear you.”
Amy decided to put this to the test. “Help!” she screamed, “Help us! We’ve been kidnapped! Help!” April felt as though she should scream too, but she seemed frozen by fear, her vocal chords no longer under her control.
One of the youths slapped Amy hard across the face, sending the girl’s head fling to one side. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he said. “We didn’t bring you out here to listen to your shit!” With a choking cry, she fell silent.
Now, the youths closed in on their prey. The lad who had mauled April on the journey loomed over her, taking her top and working it up, over her breasts, baring them to his view. April whimpered, “No,” as the rolled up top passed over her face; she felt her hair being pulled as the two boys forced it up her arms, then dropped it to the floor beside them. The youth put his hands on April’s breasts, fondling them roughly, rolling the girl’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Stop it!” she wailed, plaintively. “Sssh,” he remonstrated. “Don’t piss me off, or you’ll get a beating.”
April pulled frantically at her captors’ hands, but they were much stronger than she, and they held her down easily. Eagerly, the youth pulled her skirt and panties down, leaving the sixth former stripped before him. He hauled his baggy jeans open, his erect prick protruding, to April’s horror.
“No!” the girl wept. “Please don’t! I’m a virgin!”
“Not for long!” the boy laughed.
April stared at his cock in a dreadful fascination; she could hardly believe that this revolting thing was about to be forced inside her reluctant body! She clenched her slim legs together, protectively, terribly conscious of her nudity and helplessness, how her pubic bush, like all the private areas of her virginal body, was on view to them.
“Spread your legs,” he said. April shook her head, her eyes wide.
The youth reached into his back pocket and took something out. It gleamed in the light, and April recognised it as a knife. He held the blade down to her intimacies. “Spread,” he growled, “or I start shaving.”
Miserable, but terrified at the sensation of cold steel against her loins, April opened her legs for her rapist. She had no doubt that he meant his threat, that he would use the knife on her. He grinned, and there were whoops of triumph from his mates at her submission to the inevitable.
The youth was about to fall on April, but paused. He put the knife down, and took out his mobile, opening it to turn on the camera. “Smile, baby,” he grinned, and took a photo of April, nude and pinned down, spread-eagled for him.
“Nice!” commended one of the others. Inspired, the boys were pulling out phones as the youth lay down on April. He turned her head to face him and pressed his mouth to hers as she squirmed beneath him. She wriggled desperately as she felt his erect cock press into her upper thigh, and his tongue forced its way into her mouth. She tried to twist her head away, disgusted by the alcohol on his breath, but he followed her movements, his mouth exploring her face. Her hips were flinching back as she struggled to delay the moment of penetration. He thrust to her, but she slipped away from him.
Annoyed by her resistance, the young rapist lifted himself slightly and slipped one hand below him, between April’s legs. His thumb pressed down hard on her clit, making the girl cry out in alarm. She had only ever explored down there gently, tentatively: now, his cruel fingers probed her ruthlessly, his two fingers delving roughly into her vagina.
He spread her sex lips and positioned himself to enter her. “Please, don’t,” April begged softly. “Please, please, don’t.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say. She looked pleadingly into his eyes, seeking any sign of compassion or mercy. He only grinned evilly, then forced his way inside her.
April winced as she felt him push into her. He settled, and pressed up against her hymen, that last frail defence of her body. Then with one brutal thrust, he tore through it, and was deep inside her.
April’s face was twisted in pain; he kissed her sweet, contorted lips, tasting the salt of her tears. She turned her head to the side; she could see Amy in similar straights, stripped and pinned down, while one of the gang kissed, licked and suckled on her breasts. He was between her splayed legs, Amy’s knees raised. As April watched through her tears, she saw him lift himself up to rape her friend.
“Look at me,” the young man on top of her snarled. He took her chin and forced her head round to look at him, his face inches from hers as he pounded her body, thrusting in and out of her sore, ravaged pussy. His hands were tight on her. He banged against her, again and again, bruising her hips. Then she felt him swell even more inside her, and knew instinctively what was about to happen.
He gasped and moaned as he spent his seed inside her, flooding her, filling her to the womb. April closed her eyes in misery, but opened them again; through her tears she saw the boy with his head arched back, his eyes rolling back into his head, his mouth hanging open in his ecstasy. He sagged forward, lying on top of her.
The lad holding her arms slapped him on the shoulder. “Dude, move over,” he said. “Someone else’s turn.”
“Hold on,” the rapist gasped, as he got to his knees. He wrapped his arms about April’s thighs and lifted them, raising her hips from the ground. “Let’s give my boys a chance to do their thing,” he chuckled. “I’m gonna give you a baby, bitch!” April moaned as he shook her, and she heard the click of a camera again. Couldn’t they just rape her and be done with it?, she thought wildly. Did they have to subject her to this extra humiliation?
There was blood between April’s legs, from her torn hymen. It mixed with the sex juices of their bodies, a last trickle of cum running through it. The boy rubbed some of it off onto his fingers and smeared it about April’s lips, thrusting them into her mouth, making her taste her own virgin blood. She lay back, weeping. The boys released her, but she didn’t even try to get up; all the fight was gone from her. She lay, spread out, naked, as the boys grinned down at her. “That is one fucked bitch,” said one, approvingly.
*
April and Amy lay side by side. They weren’t looking at each other. April was on her back, rubbing her thighs together slowly in a bid to ease the soreness. Amy was on her side, hugging herself, her legs drawn up almost to a foetal position.
The five youths were moving about their captives. The two who had already raped the girls were grinning and swaggering about. The driver, the eldest of the gang, was showing the photos he had taken of the girls’ abuse. The others were eagerly jostling for their turn.
“Was yours a virgin?” asked the boy who had taken April of his friend.
“Nah,” grinned Amy’s rapist, “she’s spread her legs plenty of times, I reckon.” Amy curled up harder at this, pressing her hands over her ears.
“I’m gonna fuck her now,” announced the youngest boy, a lad barely more than thirteen, reaching for Amy. The driver thrust him out of the way. “Wait your turn, sonny,” he snarled. The kid looked mutinous, but deferred.
The driver crouched down by Amy and took her roughly by the ankles. He turned the girl to her back and hauled her to him, her knees on either side of his legs. “Let’s see if she’s a virgin the other way,” he muttered, as Amy stared up at him through eyes glazed with tears. He reached into a bag and drew out a bottle of vegetable oil. One handed, he splashed a generous helping onto his fingers, still holding Amy’s left ankle. Then he reached between the teenager’s splayed thighs and rubbed it about her anus.
“No!” Amy shrieked, belatedly realising what he had planned for her. She reared up, striking at him, kicking as he seized her legs. “Hold her down!” the driver snarled at the youngest boy. The lad grabbed Amy’s wrists, a little clumsily, and pulled her down again to her back. She continued to resist, writhing and wriggling, unaware that her futile efforts were only exciting her abusers further.
The driver shifted forward, so that Amy’s plump arse nestled in his lap. He wrapped one arm about the girl’s thighs and used his free hand to position her feet over his shoulders. He looked down at the girl from between her knees, grinning at her tears. “You’d better not fight too much, or this will hurt more,” he warned her. “Just relax and enjoy yourself.”
“Let me go!” she whimpered, her defiance temporarily draining away before his arrogance. “Please, just let us both go. We won’t tell anyone.”
“Like hell,” he laughed. Gripping her thighs all the more tightly, he adjusted his stiffening cock to her tight rear entrance. He leaned forward, forcing the tight bud to open a little. Amy closed her eyes and bit her lip to stifle her cries, not daring to move.
The man adjusted his grip so that he held one of Amy’s shapely legs in each hand, his strong fingers sinking deeply, cruelly into the girl’s flesh. His hips drove forward, the bone hard weapon sinking deeper into Amy’s body. The girl felt the walls of her back passage being stretched painfully apart by the rude invader. She struggled to fight back against the rising tide of panic, knowing she was wholly unable to escape. Glancing to one side, she saw April on her back, being raped for a second time, and sobbed at what was being done to them both.
The driver forced his way another half inch into the teenager’s backside, making her shriek in pain. He laughed. “Oh yeah, baby,” he roared. “This is how you like it, isn’t it?”
“No! No!” the girl sobbed. But he only began to move inside her, withdrawing a little only to drive further inside her, in and out, repeatedly.
He leaned forward, pressing Amy’s legs closer to her body. He put his big, rough hands on the girl’s firm, hot breasts, rolling them in his palms, squeezing them hard. Amy closed her eyes and clenched her lips tight shut, turning her head away so that she would not have to look at the man who was forcing himself on her in the most humiliating and painful way.
She heard April gasp as a second youth came inside her, and was replaced by a third. This boy rolled the slim lass onto her belly, shoving apart her legs, and – as he held her in place by the hair – entered her already much-abused love sheaf.
The man sodomising Amy redoubled his in-and-out movements within her agonisingly stretched rectum as he approached his triumphant climax. She felt his grip on her tighten even more, his pubic hair rubbing against her buttocks, his balls slapping against her. Then as she screamed in despair, he flooded her back passage with a torrent of his sperm.
Amy sobbed involuntarily, weeping freely now, no longer concerned about putting on a show of defiance. She was too scared now, and ashamed of the way her body had been misused. As he slowly withdrew, she heard a ghastly sucking sound as air rushed back into her freshly-stretched rear; instinctively, she clenched her buttocks together, afraid of embarrassing herself before them.
Dimly, she heard the click of a phone’s camera, and felt a fresh surge of misery at the idea that her rape would be used as masturbatory material for these bastards and their friends. Then she felt small hands slapping at her, and opened her eyes to see the youngest boy positioning himself over her. Miserably, all resistance driven from her, Amy opened her legs for him. At least, she thought wretchedly, he probably wouldn’t take too long…
*
There was more abuse to come for April and Amy, more humiliation. The gang rape continued as the eager youths took turns with them. April was too traumatised at the violent loss of her virginity to put up any kind of resistance, and Amy was all too aware that it was futile. They were placed in various positions – Amy found herself on all fours while boy’s stiffness shafted her between the legs from behind; April was turned on her stomach, a boy on top of her, his hands tight on her breasts – used like bitches, while the others watched and laughed at their tears.
There were more photos taken, the girls forced to pose. The teens were knelt, up on their knees, their thighs apart, hands clasped behind their necks, raising their breasts while mobile cameras clicked. Amy was made to kneel with her head to the ground, reaching behind her to pull her arse cheeks apart, while the young man who had buggered her took close ups of her backside, to record his conquest.
Then, the boys having recovered their energies somewhat, and still lusty for their young captives, they unzipped their trousers and presented their cocks for the girls to suck. Listless, defeated, Amy offered no protest – she had sucked her boyfriend off in the past and knew how to make a man happy. April had never had a penis between her lips and was revolted by the idea; but though she tried to turn her head away, two of the boys held her head and forced her jaw open for the driver to push his way into her warm, moist mouth.
April spluttered as her mouth was filled with his sword, feeling it push her cheek outward. “Watch the teeth, bitch,” he snapped, taking her head firmly in his hands, moving it up and down the shaft. To her right, Amy was sucking one of the youngest boys; he was grinning in delight at the sight of a girl several years his senior obediently wrapping her lips and tongue about him, totally under his control.
He was the first to come, unleashing a salvo of sperm into Amy’s mouth. She pulled away, preparing to spit, but one of the others clamped his hand over her mouth. “Swallow,” he ordered in a low, threatening voice. Amy struggled briefly in his grip, repulsed at the thought of the thick, slimy substance sliding down her throat; but there was no avoiding it. When the boy she had just pleasured pinched her nostrils shut, Amy was left with no option but to swallow it down.
April was held in place, one arm twisted up her back, her head held firmly as her mouth was raped. One boy was adding to her discomfort by fiddling with her bottom, pressing his fingers into her crack. As the driver approached his climax, grunting and sweaty, he rammed his loins harder into the youngster’s face, the head of his manhood reaching the back of her throat, making April gag and retch. Then he came, flooding her mouth and firing straight down her throat. April swallowed reflexively, her pretty face twisting in revulsion at the sensation. Then he slipped from her mouth, allowing another to take his place.
All the boys had one or another of the girls suck them. Again and again, the friends were forced to swallow the evidence of the passion their lovely bodies had aroused. And then, finally, their long ordeal came to a close.
“We’ll ditch them where we picked them up,” the driver said, as he returned to the front seat. “That way they won’t know where they’ve been. Tell them what will happen if they talk.”
As they drove, the boys knelt April and Amy down and surrounding the closely. The girls were still nude, their faces red and puffy from crying. Silent tears were still trickling down April’s cheeks, and her inner thighs were stained with dried blood.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” one of the older boys told them. “We’re going to put these pictures of you up on the net, and share them round. You can’t stop that. But what we might not do is put your names and addresses on those photos. And in return, you’ll keep quiet about this, at least until you’ve had a long, hot shower to wash away all that DNA evidence. And if you’re shown any pictures, or asked to look at a line up, you’ll forget what we look like. Because if any one of us is arrested, everyone is going to know where you can be found, and how hard you’ve been fucked. And what you’ve had tonight will seem like nothing compared to what you’ll get then. Understand?”
Miserably, the girls nodded. They understood, only too well.
Amy and April were thrown out of the van at almost the exact point where they had been snatched from the street. They had been allowed to put their skirts and tops on, but the rape gang had kept their underwear as a souvenir. Wretchedly, barely able to stand on their trembling legs, the girls stumbled away from the van, not looking back. Sore, bruised, not speaking to each other – for what was there to say? – they made their way toward home.
But before they got there, they saw some familiar faces – a group of the friends they had been due to meet. “April! Amy!” they cried. “Where have you been? You missed a great party – you’d never forget it!”
Amy and April looked at each other, seeing the despair in each other’s eyes. It had, indeed, been a party they would never forget!

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Aunt Adri sucks her nephew’s prick

Clean your plate, Walt,” Aunt Adri admonished her eighteen year old nephew, “we don’t want to waste food, there are starving children all over the world who would give anything for your left overs!” “Yes, Auntie,” Walt dutifully replied, as he scooped up a last bite of mashed potatoes and gravy with a half a slice of rye bread. “That’s a good boy,” she commented, as she cleared away the dinner dishes from the kitchen table, “wash or wipe she asked,” while filling the sink with soapy dishwater!?!” “Uuh, wipe,” he replied, as he picked up the dish towel while waiting for the first clean dish to be placed in the drip rack. The two of them did the dishes in silence, until when they were about half way through, Aunt Adri nonchalantly mentioned, “I found your magazines when I dusted under your bed today, do you think that those are the type of magazines a boy of your age should be reading!?!” Walt turned a bright shade of red and fumbled to find the proper words to answer his aunt! A bemused smile crept across her face as she watched her nephew twist in the wind, and for the next several minutes she let him stew in his embarrassment until she continued on, “Well, I guess a boy your age would just naturally show an interest in sex, but I’m not to sure that those skin magazines are the best way to go about it!!!” “Have you ever seen a girl naked before,” she asked in all seriousness!?! “No,” he whispered, “I haven’t!” “All done,” she intoned, “as she handed the last glass to Walt for drying, “let’s go into the living room and talk about this a little further!” The two of them sat down on the sofa and Aunt Adri began by reaching down and picking up one of Walt’s magazines and asking, “Do these pictures excite you,” while flipping through the myriad of pages that displayed naked women?!? Walt couldn’t believe this was happening to him, he was totally mortified that his aunt had found his stash of magazines, but to sit here and have to look at them with her, well it was just too much!!! He was snapped back to reality when she repeated her question, “Do these pictures excite you!?!” “I don’t know,” he fairly whispered, “I just like looking at them!” “Hmmmmmm,” she hummed, “do you get an erection when you see pictures like this one!?!” “Walt stared at the photo of a young woman who was lying back on her bed with her legs spread wide apart, which of course offered a perfect view of her young hairy vagina! “I’d think a picture like this would give any young man an erection,” his aunt commented, “am I right about that, Walt?!?” Walt made an audible gulp and merely nodded his head in the affirmative! “I was sure of it,” she went on, “males are very visual in their sexuality, and a fine young girl like this would give any man an erection, I’d have been shocked if you hadn’t gotten one!!!” “I want you to do something for me,” she asked seriously, “come over here and stand in front of me!” Walt stood up and took his place in front of his aunt and wondered what she was up to, but in a short few seconds he was about to find out!!! “Now,” she continued, “what we are going to do now must always stay just between you and me, okay!?!?” Still not sure what she was up to, Walt nodded his head and replied, “Of course Auntie, anything you say!!!” “Good,” she responded quickly, “now let me open up the front of your jeans!!!” Walt stood frozen in front of his aunt as her fingers undid his belt, button, and zipper, and with on fast motion she jerked down his pants, leaving only his briefs between his private parts and his aunt!!! An out line of an erect cock stood out clearly inside his shorts, and Aunt Adri reached out and gently caressed the young organ through the thin material and commented, “My oh my, Walt, you have a very hard erection, do you always get like this when you look at your dirty pictures!?!” In a shaky voice Walt replied, “Always, Auntie, when ever I see those pictures I get had just like this!!!” “Very good,” she answered back, “it’s important that a young man like you gets properly erect when he sees a pretty naked young girl, it shows that his penis is functioning quite correctly, here, let me take these off you, I must see it for myself to make sure that it’s okay!!!” “Oh, dear,” she gasped when it popped into view, “what an absolutely beautiful erection, I see that you’ve been circumcised!!!” “Is that good,”he asked!?! “Well,”she replied, “there are of course some women who would rather have their men uncut, but most of us love seeing our man’s penis with its head always exposed, whether it’s either in its hard or soft state, and another thing, for your age, you have a very large organ, almost seven inches I’d estimate, it’s very nice indeed!!!” “What I’m going to do next is just a test, to check your reflexes, so don’t be alarmed, I won’t hurt you,” she said! Walt looked down at his aunt, and much to his utter surprise and delight, she leaned forward and took the head of his penis into her mouth and began sucking on it!!! “Oh gosh,” he moaned, “that feels wonderful!!!” Aunt Adri let his cock slip from her mouth just long enough to ask, “Is it better than using your hand on it!?!” “Oh, yes,” he moaned louder, “so much better, your mouth is so warm and wet!!!” Aunt Adri held Walt’s pecker with one hand, while cupping his tight balls with the other, and wasn’t the least bit surprised when he erupted, because just seconds before she felt his nut sack tighten up in anticipation of emptying its cum down the long shaft and into her hungry mouth!!! Being as he was so young, he was also just full of cum, and it was all Adri could do to swallow every drop! After it was over, Adri cleaned the still hard penis of every last trace of cum, reveling in the excitement of having such a nice hard young cock for her very own!!! Looking up to the boy, she said, “As you get older and have more women, you will find that most if not all of them will quickly become addicted to your hard penis and pretty much do what ever you tell them to do!!!” “Did you love Uncle Hank’s penis,” asked Walt!?! Adri got a far away look in her eyes and replied, “Oh yes, Walt, your uncle had a magnificent cock, almost nine inches long and as thick as your wrist!!!” “Wow,” Walt said reverently, “I hope that mine gets that big someday!!!” Aunt Adri just laughed, leaned over and gave Walt’s pecker another kiss and answered, “Don’t worry about that now, you have plenty of time to grow up, but from now on, I’ll take care of your hardon when ever you need it, okay!?!” “Okay,” Walt answered enthusiastically, “okay!!!”

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THE DONKEY SOLUTION

Times are tough so two brothers ask their gorgeous wives to help out by working in their business. The wives tell them that they would rather turn tricks that work for them. An extremely high paying opportunity pops up that provides the voluptuous wives with a unique herd of beastly tricks to turn

Shooting Blanks part 1 of 2

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Dogsitting

Just a friend helping out another friend…then helping out another in a way she didnt expect

Playing with my roommates teen daughters panties

This is my first story so take it easy on me lol. Let me know what I can do to make this better. In this story I am caught by my roommate’s teen daughter playing with her panties and her catching me.
I am 27 years old I moved into a room about 6 months ago. The lease on my apartment was up and I wanted to move closer to work and closer to my friends. I found a woman in her mid 40’s with a 15 year old daughter. It was a lot cheaper than my previous place and closer to work.
I am about 5’9 140 pounds. I have been told mostly that I’m cute and a few times that I am hot. I consider myself average. My dick is average around 6 inches.
Her daughter Emily was 15 years old. She was about 4’11 or so and around 100 to 110 pounds. She had light brown hair just past her shoulders. Her ass is one of the best I have ever seen. Her boobs were a 32B or 34B depending on which bra of hers I looked at. They were perfect not to small not too big. For me anyhow.
I have been in quite the dry spell for a while between working 12 hours every day including the weekend. I had never really thought about Emily sexually before. However on this particular day I got home from work and got something to eat. After eating I got a beer and went outside to smoke. I started talking to her mom about some stuff. She is pretty cool however nothing happened between us. I got done with my beer and cigarette I told her I would talk to her later I was going to go shower and go to sleep.
I walked upstairs went in to my room and got some clean clothes then headed into the bathroom. Emily’s bedroom door was to the left of mine and the bathroom door was to the right of mine. I went into the bathroom and stripped. After turning the water on I noticed her clothes were on the floor. This is very rare for her to leave her clothes on the floor. I immediately noticed her panties laying under her short jean shorts. My dick started to get rock hard. Before I knew it I had picked up her panties. They are a red AREO brand panties. The crotch was somewhat wet. I could not help but smell them, they smelled so good words cannot describe. They smelled really sweet as I pressed the crouch against my noise. I wrapped the wet crouch of her panties around my cock and started stroking faster and faster. Within a few minutes I felt that familiar feeling in my balls. I knew in a matter of seconds I would cum. Then a erupted a week or so worth of cum. Just before I came I made sure the panties were completely covering my cock head. After I was done cumming I felt bad and the panties were covered in cum.
I jumped into the shower after the shower I dried off and got dressed. I opened the bathroom door to go into my room. Emily’s door was opened when I turned to close my door I saw her walk into the bathroom. I closed my door all but a crack I saw her walk out of the bathroom a minute or two later and heard the toilet flushing. She closed her door so I walked back into the bathroom. Her clothes including the panties were gone. I started to freak out thinking she would notice and say something to me or her mom. Needless to say I slept great after blowing that load out and doing it in such a pervy manner.
In the morning I woke up and went into the kitchen to make some breakfast. Emily was in there making her lunch for school that day. Her mom had already left to go to work. Emily was wearing these short cotton shorts. My cock started to harden. I made sure to keep it hidden and she did not say anything about the panties from when she took them out of the bathroom the night before. I guessed she did not notice.
It was around a week later before I did anything else with her panties. I came home and Emily and her mom were gone. I guess they were shopping or something. I got hard thinking I could go into Emily’s room have some fun. I go upstairs and into her room, her closet door was open and there was her laundry basket. Right on top was a Victoria Secret thong it was pink. I smelled it and licked it for a few minutes. I took it to the bathroom and stripped down naked. I started rubbing the crouch on my cock. I stroked my cock for around five minutes before cumming on the crouch and the string that had been in her ass crack the last time she wore it. I walked out of the bathroom naked and into her room and put it right back where I found it. I took my shower and went to sleep.
I did this over and over for about a month. If she was home and downstairs I would sneak into her room and grab a pair then into the bathroom I’d go. After a while I got the balls to cum on her clean panties and put them back for her to wear.
After the month of doing this her mom was at work. Emily had just gone to a friend’s house. I found a pair of her panties and decided to lay naked in her bed and stroke off with panties and cum on her bed. As I was laying there jerking off with her panties. I heard OH MY GOD. I looked up to see Emily turn around and run from the doorway. I heard the front door shut a minute later.
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Magical Hearts chapter 11

In our last chapter, we had designed a plan to create a magical Keep, one capable of shrinking down to size of a dollhouse, using the enchanted keep to return our people. Beforehand we were going to return the soldiers of a failed invasion, this would do two things provide a final test for the enchanted keep as well as move them to their homeland.
Personally, I did not know if I trusted the Ruler of Izmira to do as we wished or keep his word. He could easily play the situation for the best possible outcome, knowing their plans failed before they were at a stage where any possible benefit could happen by going to war. He simply pulled back, punishes the parties that failed him, begins is planning a new.
The world knew us as the source of star silver, both weapons and armor. What the world really did not know that was because of our alliance with the dwarves and elves. Those alliances took centuries to develop. No one attacking our kingdom more than likely would ever achieve an alliance with either party.
Magical Hearts chapter 11
We had the Keep constructive, a full ten days of intense magical construction. We had yet to enchanted and decided to wait for the full moon, as it is just a little easier to do in the full of the moon. As large as this thing was, we would welcome anything to make it easier.
Justin and Selena had been working on a spell to allow them to do what Isabel and I do naturally. The two of us grant our energy back and forth between us. The one casting can tap into the energy of the other, making even the most difficult enchantments much easier. If there spell worked, the two of them could also grant as their power. That might make the difference on such a large item to be enchanted.
We search our libraries, and no one has ever attempted anything on this scale, even the houses are new. Although, Justin and I have heard rumors were a mage enchants wagons, we have yet to see one. For all I know that mage may be on a different world, we mages have been known to travel between worlds. If he is on a different world that is too bad, I would really like to see a magical wagon.
During our search, I find my grandfather’s tomes, spell books that he had written. He has several unique spells and enchantments, a cup that neutralizes poison, a lightning bolt spell that will bounce between your enemies, damaging each until it reaches your final target, a variation of the standard fireball spell, five times as destructive and with an area effect much larger. As I look closely, I find not only my grandfather’s writings, but also the writings of his father and grandfather. Apparently, magic runs in our family quite strongly, missing generations occasionally. That seem to be true all the way back to the high King, at least three of his children and wife wielded magical powers.
Isabel and I set about learning some of these new spells, the chain lightning spell, and fireball variation both could be very handy if we ever have to do battle. Some of those spells were quite simple to learn, others proved more difficult. Isabel and I both mastered the chain lightning spell, although, the variation on the fireball is out of our grasp so far.
Father had allowed us to bring grandfather’s tomes back to Fox for us to study.
After we had returned to Fox, we set the houses up, it looks like a small village now, all we needed was a blacksmith, and couple of shops, a few more houses. You would think you were in a real village. We now had three houses in a barn, perhaps if we will make another house for Ben and Ruth. Now all we needed do is make some wide high outer walls and we have the start of the Citadel.
Isabel and I were taking a long break, a walk in the empty countryside. We were in the process of resting up until the full moon. This is the first time Isabel and I have been alone and unguarded other than in our rooms. It feels nice to walk outside, with us being the only two around. Beside a quiet brook Isabel and I lean against a tree, actually I am against the tree Isabel on my lap leaning on me.
Ben and Ruth are calling for us. Apparently, we have visitors. Isabel stands and helps me up. As we cross the meadow, Isabel to something that is not much like a proper Princess, she jumps on my back wrapping her legs around my waist she kisses me on the neck and says, “Give me a ride husband.”
I chuckle and say, “It would be my pleasure, my love.” If I reminded Isabel that she was royalty, she hated it. Nevertheless, she also knew that I did not mean it in the royal fashion. I took to interchanging lady, and love when I would referred to her, or my angel. The latter had become a common way of referring to your love when you receive the blessing of Aphrodite.
Ben chuckles seeing me with Isabel on my back, although Ruth asks, “Isabel did you hurt your ankle or something?”
Isabel giggles before she says, “You know how men get when you are with child. I cannot take a long walk without him coddling me.”
With a chuckle I say, “I know better than that, my Angel. You are the one that jumped up there.”
Chuckling Ben says, “You two are enjoying being here, you’re acting too much like your old selves. Unfortunately, your father just showed up with a bunch of his dukes.”
Isabel groans as she slides off my back complaining she says, “I guess they want me to dress up too.” Isabel and I have taken to were comfortable attire here on Fox Island. Much like her old clothing, we can get out of wearing, how Isabel put this, overdressed snobbish attire expected that royalty is always in.
Ruth giggles and says, “The people here today will not mine.”
Ben just realized what Isabel said so he asks, “Isabel are you pregnant again?”
Isabel giggles and says, “Ben you say that like it is a bad thing.”
Ben taken aback spammers, “That no, Princess sorry. I do not mean,…”
Ruth slaps him on the shoulder, Ben turns to her and she says, “What if I am pregnant? Are you going to be so tongue tied?”
Ben’s face shows his shocked excitement and ask, “Ruth are we?”
Giggling Ruth says, “You say Julius and Isabel are contagious, first people fall in love around them, they glow like them, now they are going to have kids just like them.”
Ben scoops up Ruth in his arms, he spins around as he shouts his excitement. In the distance, I see six of Dad’s guards running towards us. Chuckling I say, “I think we need to explain what is going on.” I point to the six armored men.
Ruth moans, “I was supposed to let Mom know first, but here comes Dad.”
I point out, “I hope your Dad can be trusted to keep a secret, after all he is here.”
As Ben chuckles, Ruth says, “Enchanted Fortress that were going to take our enemies home in no problem. That his daughter is pregnant with his first grandchild, not a chance in the world.”
Laughing at the two, Isabel and I say simultaneously, “Your problem.”
Ben jokes, “Just wait to we spar tomorrow.” We all laugh, and I wave to the running guards to let them know everything is okay. They still walk toward us and we come together, Isabel walks beside me, but Ben still carries Ruth who he refuses to let down to walk. Jokingly Ben says, “If the Princess can be coddled by the Prince so can you by me.”
Charles, Ruth’s father and a friend and Knight of the King, asks, “Ben, why are you coddling my daughter?”
Ruth begins, “I am supposed to tell Mom first. Sorry Daddy.”
Charles laughs, “It is okay. Maria is here too. She is with little Patrick.”
Ruth gives her father look and says, “Daddy if you know please do not tell her till I get the chance.”
Joking he says, “Enchanted fortresses no problem. That you are pregnant with my first grandchild not a chance in the world, that I can keep that secret more than fifteen minutes. You got your timeframe young lady.”
Ruth gives been a look that says put me down or sleep on the floor for the next week before she says, “Ben put me down, we have five minutes to tell Mom.”
The other five Knights chuckle as Ruth pulls Ben away at a run. As we near the Keep one of the Knights asks, “Did you really make that and only ten days?”
I look at Isabel before I answer, I say, “The Princess Isabel and I formed all the stone and wood into the shape you see now. The gods created the stone and the wood.”
Charles chuckles and holds out his hand, each of the Knights hand him a gold piece. Charles says, “I knew you would not take full credit.”
Giggling Isabel says, “It is not like we created it out of nothing. No more than stonemasons and carpenters could have done given enough time.”
One of the Knights says, “Prince and Princess you are too modest, it is a great achievement. I have went through the Keep. It is amazing to think it was stone and Driftwood not so long ago.”
I say, “The construction was only the first part. We have yet to enchant it. When we can do it as the houses, bring them down to the size of a toy. I will accept your complement then.”
The same Knight says, “That would be a wonder to behold beyond any I have witnessed before.”
Charles chuckles, “If any could accomplish what you speak of it would be you my Prince and Princess.”
My father stands in the open gate of the Keep. He is giving Ruth a hug. I am happy to see my father realizes that his family is more than just his blood relatives. The people that love you and you love are family too. Charles chuckles, “The King has always treated Ruth like she was his niece.”
With a smile I say, “Did you not say that you love father like he was your brother, if so, that would make you my uncle just as surely as if we shared our blood. Love has more power than blood.”
Charles began, “I am sure you are correct, but please do not make me a noble.”
Isabel giggles, “Now you know how I feel, I thought I was wedding a wizard.” Isabel looks into my eyes with a mischievous smile she says, “Who was the son of a farmer, ex-slave and my hero with the sweetest words, and what happened he turns out to be the missing Prince.”
The six Knights chuckle as we finally reach my father. He slaps Charles on the shoulder and says, “Congratulations grandpa, I hope this does not mean you are going to retire on me.”
Charles looks at me, smiles and says, “Brothers never retire.”
We put father, the Dukes and the Knights in the keep for the night. Dad is just as impressed as his Knights, Jeremiah and Claire, along with Duncan the Duke of Edmonton now recovered, his wife Annette and Carissa. We bring food from our temporary homes, into the main dining room and share an evening meal. Magical lights brighten the interior of the Keep. With no windows, the keep would be dark otherwise. Because it solely designed as a defensive building, it has no windows, and a limited amount of exterior doors.
After dinner, Dad, Duncan and his wife Annette, Jeremiah and Claire, join Little Patrick, Isabel and me on a quick tour of Fox and Hound islands. This far away from everyone we feel safe enough to leave our guard, I am sure it would not make them happy although we are far from helpless.
We check our outer guards. We have two watching the bay on the West end of Hound and the other on the East end of Fox. Four guards report all is quiet, although they were little surprised to see their King. We brought them dinner, a job we normally allowed one of my guard to do. Their job is to watch for ships, and give a report of any that past. Both have constructed a hidden campsite on small hills that overlook the bays and give a good view out to sea. The one at Fox is actually using the remains of an ancient building.
Like the weeks before, all is quiet. Our family and friends have arrived to witness the enchanting of the Keep. They realize we do not plan to do it for another two days, but hearing us talk of the island how peaceful it is they chose to join us for a short time.
After making a circle above the islands, we returned to our campsite. Again, we spotted no ships on the horizon. No one is coming to disturb our peace. We land on the southwest tower of the keep, we watch the sunset as the shadows of the hills finally block our view we retire for the night.
Next day is pleasant, although our guards seems to be a little irritated at our disappearance from the night before. They are definitely unwilling to allow us out of their sight. I finally pull Ben over to the side and apologize, “Ben I am sorry, we should have told you that I was taking Father on a tour the islands.”
Ben reminds me, “Julius, I am obligated to follow your orders you are my Prince. Please do not forget I am also your friend, I worry for your safety whenever our friends or I cannot watch your back. You have only two eyes, and so does Isabel although the two of you seem to always gaze upon the same thing.”
I chuckle bowing to him and say, “I understand my friend, and I would not have you faced danger if I was not at your side too. However, this is a quiet place with no raiders, or other dangers to find us. Moreover, you know well the ones I was with our far from helpless also.”
Charles chuckles overhearing us, “You two remind me of someone else who had the same conversation last night.”
Dad holds Charles by the shoulder warmly, “They too remind me of those two. Perhaps we should go for our breakfast and allow those two friends the privacy we had.” The two, Knight and King, friends walk away chuckling.
With a chuckle I say, “If I had grown up in the Castle, I would probably refer to him as Uncle Charles. Ruth would still be one of my dearest friends, and married to my other dearest friend and playmate. Is it time for our match this morning.”
Ben chuckles and says, “Yes, it is time for your lesson today.” For some reason I am very uneasy about the way he said that. Ben has been my sword instructor for nearly two years, since shortly after I was christened Prince. Ben a weapons master of some renown has been a patient teacher. He was somewhat impressed I at least knew how to hold a sword and dagger. Under his tutelage, my skills have greatly improved.
Charles and my father watch on from the front porch as they eat their breakfast. I now use the star silver long sword, and dagger found the day before my wedding for combat. I give a bow to Ben and he returns it. We have our practice swords, long sword and dagger. Like many mornings before our other comrades join us. As Ben and I circle each other, both ready to begin the dance only waiting for the other to take the first step. Ben throws something new into our practice. He begins saying, “Have you ever thought what it would be like if you did not have us at your back in combat?”
With that, Bill rushes me, his practice sword swinging and a high art, only his footsteps and Isabel’s warning makes me aware of the attack. I sidestep at the last instant, and use my long sword to trip him. Bill and Ben are a little surprised, as Bill lands in the sand.
My other comrades recover faster than Bill. George from my back rushes next; I step into a dance they do not know. I spin and thrust, sidestep, parry as Bill rejoins the fray, Samuel steps in and I sweep his attack aside, as I spin around the dance continues to change as more my companions enters the fray. I land far more blows than what they expect. After ten minutes is back now to Ben and I. Perhaps it is the shock of the day. Ben never expected I should do so well against a group. However, for once I get the upper hand, and land the killing blow if not for practice swords.
Justin laughs from the porch. With a smug grin he says, “Perhaps I should have told you he trained with the dwarves. They are not great with swords Ben. You should let Julius use an ax someday.”
I reach my hand out to Ben pull him back to his feet. For once, I think I really impressed not only Ben but also father and his guard. I explained, “The dwarves never train one-on-one, it is only six or eight against one. Anytime they battle, they are greatly outnumbered, that way they are accustomed to fighting multiple enemies.”
Father chuckles and says, “Julius your grandfather had me train with an elfin weapons master. I can see some elements of your style that are similar to his. Perhaps I should see if he could come for a time, both Ben and you could learn much from him.”
Ruth giggles from the sidelines. She chose not to join in on the fray. Isabel and her walk in, Isabel to me, Ruth to Ben and Ruth kisses Ben first, Isabel and I wait. When Ben’s bruises heals, his eyes widened realizing it was not Isabel and I. Of course, they share the glow, and I am not sure if it is the goddess or the ring we enchanted, it really does not matter to Ben.
Isabel and I kiss, and our other friends come close to receive the healing. Bill chuckles, “Too bad that does not work on pride as well.”
I ask, “Bill did I take you by surprise? Bill nods his head yes, along with the rest of my companions. Therefore, I explain, “Justin was in the dwarf’s lands for at least six months out of the year every year since I was nine, until two years ago I trained with the dwarves. I also never fought one-on-one; even in the few times as a child, I always fought more than one. I was always the outsider and the gang of locals would pick on me because of my, well once they found out I had been a slave once.”
After a deep breath I continue, “I needed to learn how to use the sword and dagger more effectively. Fighting one opponent was also new to me. Something I still need more practice doing.”
Ben chuckles and says, “Perhaps your father’s right, the Elfin sword master is who we should be training with, I know that last move you put on me would have killed me on the field and yet I saw no way of avoiding your attack.”
Jeremiah chuckles saying, “At least I am not the only one to underestimate Julius.”
Charles says brightly, “Truly, he is his father son.” Dad begins to laugh and as always, his laughter is contagious.
Having had enough of sparring for the morning, we have our breakfast before going for a run, today father and the Knights join us. Isabel and Ruth as always seem to move ahead of us without effort; both women carry nothing heavier than a dagger. If we forced to run, I would wish to carry nothing heavier. We can make our escape once clear enough to call the carpet. Father and his Knights surprise the six younger of us, as they easily keep up, until the end where they overtake us.
Father and the Knights are breathing heavy as we round the house, Isabel and Ruth more or less has caught their breath. My comrades and I join them on the porch, Dad between his breaths asks, “Did I surprise you Julius?”
Between my heavy breaths I reply, “Yes, you did, Dad.”
Charles is a little quicker to recover and says, “If we surprised you, you are to blame. Your healing has given us back our knees.”
One of other Knights chuckles and says, “As well as our ankles and backs. Age hurts sometimes, thank you and the goddess.”
Isabel pulls into me and we kiss. As always we glow, part of me always thinks Aphrodite for her blessing, for Isabel in my life, for the protection she gave me, and then to reunite me with my father. I know there is yet thinks to do, I still carry the memory of that terrible night. I would do whatever the goddess desires.
The rest of the day goes by peacefully, although my father’s Knights share some of the stories they have. I learned more of what my father went through during the time I was missing from his life.
Without his normal duties to keep them away, father tends to keep his grandchild with him. He and Jeremiah play with their grandson. It is easy to see how much they love each other. The two grandfathers would literally do anything to make their grandson smile. Include getting down on all fours allowing him to ride their backs.
When you think of it is odd, a King and the Duke allowing their grandson to ride on their backs, not too much different from any grandfather or father. Charles looks to Ruth and says, “I pray we find a place where I can play with my grandchild just as my friends.”
Duncan says, “This place seems to be a bit magical by its own accord. I have not seen my friend this happy since Julius you were a baby. Charles perhaps you should look to see about coming back. Julius possibly can make a house that you can use, with the use of a carpet this would be a great place for a retreat.”
I smile and say, “I am happy my father is enjoying himself. This last two years has both been joyous and stressful. We had done much to re-stabilize the kingdom. Many have fallen to greet. Duncan, I fear our efforts only led to your assault. When we removed their source of slaves, they assaulted you to replace one. By their records, only one ship escaped with slaves some forty in number from your city. We will get our people back.”
Duncan smiles weakly and says, “Perhaps this is why this place is so magical, I have forgotten all that while here. It felt good, but I do not regret you reminding me. You rescued me, and for that, I am grateful. I had not the chance to thank you properly earlier. You and your father have proven to be not only my King and Prince, but also true friends to my family and myself. Know this, I will always be at your disposal whatever I have is yours with just a word.”
I smile and shake his hand. I say, “Duncan I appreciate your pledge, and if I have need I hope it is not so great to give you a regret in making it. I fear this affair is far from over, and may yet lead to a war.”
Duncan’s eyes widen and he asks, “Surely not over a few…” Duncan rethinks his words quickly and asks, “Would it not be better to mourn the few we lost, than give up more lives trying to recover those already dead?”
Duncan’s beliefs held by most of the world, most kingdoms accepting the losses of a few villages to Raiders, this is a dangerous world. Most kings would not go to war to protect a few of their citizens, but I believe father and I are not the average. I recap what I know, “Late this spring Izmira sent two ships with orders to pick up a hundred and twenty of our people for their slave markets. The Princess and I intercepted the ships and destroyed them. In so doing, we not only rescued the hundred and twenty that would be slaves, but their families that the Raiders would kill. If we can stop the Raiders from coming to our shores, we may finally be able to recover from the Orc war. Two duchies now lay in ruins, the third is just a fraction of its size it had before the war.”
Continuing I say, “The attack on you, give them Edmonton to use as a foothold. This is not simply the Raiders, but a prelude to invasion. This island here once held the city. Perhaps five thousand people another thousand spread out over the two islands. Raiders eventually destroyed this kingdom taking all its citizens. This kingdom has been dead for nearly two hundred years from what I can tell. The Raiders begin coming to our shores shortly after they finished with this kingdom.”
Seeing Duncan’s realization I sadly continue, “They had been no mention of this land in our records for the last two centuries and before that only an order to stay away given to our sailors. Just a decade before then, they were a major trading partner with merchant ships sailing from and to the mainland to sell many goods for as long as anyone could find a record.”
Duncan visibly shaken says, “The Raiders are merely a diversion, a way to test our resolve. They take our people for what evil purpose I do not know. You believe they needed more, to fulfill what plans they have.”
I say, “We captured one ship, the Andrea two years ago, this year they sent two ships that we destroyed, and one ship returned our people, and forty of our people they stolen plus the hundred and fifty soldiers they left. Yes, this is a slow invasion they are too far across the ocean to do it quicker. Nevertheless, it would not surprise me to see their warships on the horizon one day.”
Charles says, “They no longer have Edmonton perhaps it will stop.”
I say, “I believe you are correct. We interrupted their plans before they could arrive at a point where they feel success would be worth the effort. If they had managed to get a few more hundred men and we had not managed to retake Edmonton, we would not be standing here today. Perhaps on a battlefield, think the goddess we are not.” Charles and Duncan both shake their heads realizing the truth in my words.
I smile and say, “We have a chance to end this peacefully. If our plan works, they believe we are too strong of an enemy to anger. Leaving our shores in peace, but we must be vigilant and not allow a single ship to again take our people unchallenged. We will place this fortress, after our use, on one of our coastal islands, denying the use of it to the Raiders. Build keeps or just watchtowers, attacked the ships as the Princess and I did. Prevent them from taking our people for whatever kingdom that would allow our people to be sold as slaves.”
Father had separated himself from little Patrick and Jeremiah seeing the seriousness of our talk he come within earshot to listen. He walks up to me, pulls me into a hug, and says, “Son I am proud of you. Your plan may keep us from war and stop the Raiders. The coastal islands we will fortify to watch our coast, we may need carpets to patrol but you should easily be able to provide those. We will ensure that never again any of our people are enslaved and taken from our shores.” I smile at my father’s words. It feels good to have a father who is proud of me.
Isabel giggles and says, “If my father-in-law would allow me to take my husband I would like to finish the walk we started yesterday.”
Dad releases me, and pushes me to my wife. As I walked toward my wife, Ruth holds Ben’s arm preventing him from following. Ruth whisper something in his ear before he grins, and then ways us on. Isabel again jumps on my back, and I ride her across the meadow, a stream rests at the base of the western hillside, a small path partly overgrown is across the brook leading up the densely forested hill. We followed the path up. Just across the top of the hill, a flat rock sets looking out through a hole in the canopy with a view of the sea. This place is breathtakingly beautiful, where the sunlight can reach the ground wildflowers grow. In that place, Isabel looks even more beautiful to me.
Isabel says, “Before the sun sets my Husband and our glow can be seen, make love to me in this place.” With that, Isabel waves her hand and our clothing immediately falls into a pile on the edge of the stone. It only takes a couple heartbeats for my manhood to finish hardening, by that time Isabel has jumped into my arms.
Looking into my eyes, she uses one hand to guide me to her opening. She wiggles and pushes down to get me to enter her wet pussy. We both enjoy the feeling of her surrounding me. Isabel and I moved together, I help her raise as I withdraw, help her control her dissent as she became fully impaled again. We continue for fifteen minutes or more, Isabel shakes through her orgasm several times, her breast rub against my chest, bouncing with every dissent. Isabel finally throws her head back and howls as a strong orgasm takes her. As she contracts around me, I thrust in as hard and deep as I can. I erupt pushing my seed deeply into her.
We had started slowly and then build up to a very quick pace reaching a climax before the sun kissed the horizon. Isabel and I hold each other as we watch the sun sinking into the ocean. Before we lose all the light to see the path, Isabel and I dress and we walk the path back to our house here on the island.
Arriving we take a bath, and then join everyone for dinner. My father-in-law catches us at the door. He asks, “If I could bother you to kiss your wife, my poor back is not as young as it used to be in your son is getting heavier.”
We can hear him sigh as we kiss. There is a second sigh this one for my father. Apparently, he suffers from the same effect my son gave his other grandfather. Charles chuckles and asks, “Is that better my King, my Duke?”
My Dad laughs saying, “Blessed the goddess it is.”
Dinner is good, more so because of the company. We make an early evening, and take little Patrick to bed with us the poor child was exhausted and fell asleep before dinner was even finished. As always Little Patrick was the first awake, as the light of the false Dawn filled the house. Isabel takes our son to the restroom, and then we bathe together and dress for the day ahead.
Juliet takes Little Patrick at breakfast, so Isabel and I can concentrate on the enchantment of the Keep. Justin and Selena had mastered there spell to share their power with us. They cast it first and Isabel and I begin the enchantment on the Keep. The Keep is as we had created only holding the furniture that would be stored with it. The entire Keep begins to glow, from the top of each tower to base of each wall, as the enchantment runs its course the keep shrinks, is finally the size of a dollhouse when the drawbridges completely up. It was surprising that it did not take as long as I feared, and did not seem to be even as difficult as the first of the houses.
Isabel and I place her hands on the miniature drawbridge, the Keep glows as it begins to expand. Isabel and I have to step back quickly to stay out of the way. Only in a matter of moments, it is full size again. We bring the horses from the barn we have created. Bringing them into the Keep’s corral, we test the keep for the first time with something a life within. We had tested the houses with a rabbit. This would be a first for something this large. I hope that nothing goes wrong.
Isabel and I again miniaturize the Keep. The horses seem to pause, some in mid stride. They remain unmoving as the King, and Knights along with all our companions look on. Once it miniaturized, I pick it up and turn it. The Keep is quite a bit heavier than the houses, however still what one man can lift easily. We again enlarge the Keep and have to move out of the way quickly again. The horses are unharmed, and seem to be totally unaware of what have just occurred.
Justin does is discovery spell, his eyes widened before he says, “The Keep will last far, far into the future. The walls will never be able to be breached. Only when the magic is expired within the keep will finally crumble into ruins.”
The Knight who had said we are too modest, I found that his name is Jonas. Jonas says, “Truly a wonder of magic. Even the horses are not frightened. I watch one run across the corral, it stride froze and then carried forth without stumbling. That enchantment is truly a wonder to behold.”
I give Isabel a hug, before I shake Justin’s hand. Selena gives Isabel a hug, and then she hugs me as well. Father slaps me on my back and says, “Jonas spoke true, that is truly a wonder to behold. I have never seen an enchantment attempted on such a scale.” Looking at Justin father adds, “Many a master wizard, even with the help provided him would not been able to accomplish so much. Do you not think so my friend?”
Selena move beside Justin as he says, “True my King, Isabel and Julius when you return to New Cowan you will need to purchase the robes of a Master Wizard. From now on, your title is to be Master Wizard Crowned Prince Julius Cowan and Master Wizard Princess Isabel Cowan.
Isabel and I bow to Justin and Selena, and they return our bow. Laughing father says, “We are going to pull this off, this was the critical step in your plan. Bless the goddess. Our people will soon be home, our enemies will know our power to be greater than their will. A protracted war will not follow into your kingship my son.” It seems our comrades agree, and they shout a cheer.
A mist forms and out steps four elfin wizards, hundreds of years old but not looking more than a few days over thirty for a human. Looking around the senior wizard stepping up to Justin questions, “We felt great magic, unlike any other in the past. Who is the welder of such power?”
Justin speaks my title, extending his hand as he bows to me. “Master Wizard High Prince Julius Cowan, and Master Wizard Princess Isabel Cowan.”
One of the other Elven wizards taken aback says, “Power so great in one so young for human that we felt it nearly three thousand miles away.”
I worried if they felt it, perhaps so did our enemies. I suggest, “Perhaps, we should retire inside to complete our conversations.”
The senior wizard agrees, “I too feel unfriendly eyes, perhaps I may help.”
We step back as he begins to draw a symbol, it began to glow as it expand in the air. A scream heard once the symbol cover the entire area. Whomever that had been watching can no longer see what is occurring here. He says, “We are now safe from unfriendly eyes.”
I smile and say, “Thank you master wizard.”
He smiles and introduces himself. “I am Grandmaster Wizard Sparrow. Please just call me Sparrow it takes too long constantly being addressed with my full title.”
Isabel and I give him bow and I say, “I would much prefer Julius myself, and my wife Isabel.”
He extends his hand, I shake it and he says, “Well met Julius.” With a smile he asks, “Now that we are safe from unfriendly eyes could you explain?”
Isabel and I simply walk over to the Keep and place our hands both sides of the drawbridge. Again, the castle glows, as it shrinks down to the size of a toy. One of the wizards starts to object, but Justin stops him by saying, “The horses will be unharmed.”
I lift the keep, turning to face us yet again. The four elfin wizards’ eyes widened, as I waved them back and Isabel and I start the process of enlarging the keep. When the keep is again its full size, the horses snort and move around as if nothing had occurred.
The one who started to object, asks, “Sparrow how can such a thing be, any enchantment that stops time always kills.”
Sparrow looks to me and I explain with a smile, “What if the enchantment did not stop time, merely cause it to move very, very slowly. Once miniaturized the horse would take a hundred years to run across the corral. Nevertheless, it did not stop aging.”
Sparrow’s companions are opened mouth with shock. Sparrow himself recovered quickly and says, “Truly a wonder of enchanting. Perhaps it is time, that we share our knowledge many among my race believe you had nothing to add to our knowledge. However I find that is not so.” His three companions now recovered from their shock nod their head yes, agreeing with their Grand Master.
We start a long discussion, Justin, Selena, Isabel and I with our four new friends. After introducing him to father, we exchange a number of spells and enchantments. Including the one where we share power, the new enchantments for the crates, and pantry. We give them demonstration at dinnertime. Sharing in the food prepared more than two weeks before. They were as impressed with that as they were with the Keep. Flying carpets was also something new to them.
Sparrow shared the methods of blocking people from spying on you, by them using a crystal or mirror to observe what you are doing. They had a better mirror enchantment, one that allowed you to use multiple mirrors, and by use of command-words choose which mirror communication occurred. He even shared how to create a staff, something the Elven wizards have never shared before.
We had arranged for a second meeting, he was going to come to New Cowan on the winter solstice to share more spells. We agree to share with them the process of making a Patrick’s miracle pantry, and our safeguards we placed into them. We even gathered enough driftwood; too create a pantry for them. Allow them to observe our process. After all, they are our allies, and to share this enchantment would assist them as greatly as it has us.
Before Sparrow’s protection spell ended, we packed up the houses, barn, and the keep and placed them on the carpet. Father and the Knights took them back to New Cowan. Our Elfin counterparts were little more than surprised that the houses were the same. They watched in wonder as we cleaned the area, and returned it back to the state we founded in, except we left the horses. This would be a good place for them to spend their remaining years.
Once we completed our work. Sparrow says, “Perhaps humans have truly changed. We always hoped you would be kinder to our world. You show greater respect to it than your ancestors did.”
I smile and say, “It is not just our world. It belongs to our children and their children. Humans have shorter lives; perhaps we only gotten to the point where we realize that.”
Sparrow and his companion smile he says, “Even though, we have the time to contemplate such things even among our people few see that. You are wiser than most.”
Isabel and I kiss and we glow as always, sparrow’s eyes widened and his hand is quickly to his left shoulder. His companions look startled, as they too grabbed body parts. Once we break, Sparrow asks, “What is this magic you have not shared? It may be as great as any other you shown.”
Isabel is always quick to state, “It is the gift of the goddess Aphrodite. Not a spell or enchantment that we can teach.”
Sparrow smiles sadly and says, “It is been a millennia since any of our people were gifted by the goddess.”
Ruth now adds, “Prince Julius and Princess Isabel share with our people their gift, every Wednesday when they are in New Cowan they are in the temple of Aphrodite, they set behind the screen that allows the glow to pass through it. They tried to hide their identity but all know who the messengers of the goddess are. They will not allow tribute demanded, saying love is to be given freely.”
Sparrow chuckles and says, “Perhaps they are wiser than you know, the goddess would withdraw her gift if it was abused.” Isabel smiles in return. The elves cast the spell to return to their home with their pantry in hand. The field exactly as we found it, the horses having wondered on. We leave Fox Island on the carpet with our companions and set our course for New Cowan.

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