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I came back to life thanks to my son. It was quite inadvertent and I didn’t even know I was dead. I was a thirty seven year old widow who hadn’t had sex in four years; I had even stopped masturbating. I was a mess…

9Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Nine: Meow!
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Nine Summary: Hermione proves that Crookshanks isn’t the only one with claws!
The trio landed in the Hospital Ward of Hogwarts, and Hermione instantly called for Madam Pomfrey. The matron came bolting out of her office, and upon seeing Ron and Harry’s condition, demanded to know what happened.
“We were attacked by Death Eaters,” Hermione practically shouted out in panic. “Ron was blown into a wall after being hit with two Cruciatus Curses. I think he may have a concussion.”
Pomfrey waved her wand at Harry and Ron, using a Mobilicorpus Charm to float the two toward a pair of hospital beds. Harry groaned pitifully; even though Pomfrey’s charm was very gentle, it still jostled him a bit which just seemed to aggravate his numerous bruises, especially the battered ‘Harry, Jr.’ and his baggage and his mangled finger.
After her two patients came to rest on their respective beds, Pomfrey waved her wand over Ron’s body. “You’re right, Miss Granger. He has suffered a concussion,” the nurse announced.
Ron’s eyes fluttered open and he muttered softly “All that hair… she could have knitted some sweaters of something…”
Harry cringed at the mental image of Bellatrix in her nakedness. Hermione looked as if she was going to be physically ill.
“Don’t worry dear,” Pomfrey said to Hermione after she noticed the younger witch’s discomfort from Ron’s statement. “It’s just the concussion talking. I’m sure it means nothing.”
Pomfrey continued to flourish her wand over Ron’s body while performing a number of spells as she continued to try and comfort Hermione. “You should’ve heard the unbelievable things Mr. Potter mumbled in his sleep the last time he was here: a giant black dog that was actually an escaped murderer, a diary that would talk to him, an adventure where he used Polyjuice to sneak into the Slytherin Common Room…”
“I didn’t know I talked in my sleep,” Harry admitted in a hushed tone to Hermione as Pomfrey continued to list his deeds, adventures, and misdeeds.
“I guess it’s a good thing that I find that out now,” Hermione breathed into his ear. “Better now than to find out later, when we’re sleeping together.”
Harry coughed and jerked about slightly on the bed at Hermione’s declaration. She clearly announced that she and Harry were going to sleep together! This, added to the taunt she used earlier against Bellatrix, told Harry that their relationship was going to advance, very soon. Of course, Harry hadn’t attempted to cough and jerk in celebration; he had tried to jump up and shout, “I’m getting lucky!” but due to his various injuries, all Harry could manage was to cough and jerk about. Though in his defense, it was a rather jubilant cough. Pomfrey turned around and began to perform several diagnostic charms on Harry after she was finished with Ron.
“Hmm….a number of bruises,” the healer stated aloud and froze for a moment over ‘Harry, Jr.’ and his luggage. “Ooooh. Ouch; I bet that smarts.”
Harry nodded his head silently and Hermione let out a pitiful whimper in sympathy. Pomfrey patted Harry on the shoulder and said in a comforting tone, “Don’t worry, son, it will be up in no time. Err… slip of the tongue, sorry about that.”
After informing a grateful Harry that no lasting damage was done to the “Great House of Potter’s Family Jewels,” she added, “But you can’t go playing with it for a while. You had some considerable damage done.”
Before Harry could inquire as to how long ‘Harry, Jr.’ was out of commission, Hermione did it for him. “How long until I can… um…” the poor girl turned such a vibrant shade of red that anyone could tell that she was completely embarrassed. She hemmed and hawed a bit while Pomfrey eyed Hermione suspiciously before concluding weakly “Err… that is, how long until Harry can uh, use it?”
“He’ll have to take a dose of ‘Bruise-Be-Gone’ first,” Pomfrey informed as she stared at Hermione’s still red eye. “Mr. Potter will be … ready in a few hours.”
The healer leaned toward Hermione and placed her wand in front of the younger witch’s puffy eye. “Now, why don’t you let me fix your eye?”
“Um… it’s not a Conjunctivitis Curse, ma’am,” admitted Hermione. “I don’t think the counter spell will work properly.”
“Miss. Granger, this school is filled with teenagers, all with overactive hormones, who like to experiment…I know exactly what this is,” Pomfrey stated. “And many young men have bad aim like Mr. Potter, here. Amatorius/ Abdo!”/
With a pop, the redness and puffiness in and around Hermione’s eye disappeared. Pomfrey concluded “I’ve had to use that spell more times than I care to count. I just wish you girls would learn to turn your face away in time.” The healer then refocused her attention on Harry and his damaged digit. “Well, the bones will have to come out of that I’m afraid.”
“No, not Skele-Grow again,” complained Harry.
“Oh, hush,” Pomfrey ordered. “You had your whole arm re-grown a few years back. One finger will be nothing compared to that.” Pomfrey cast the spell and Harry’s finger deflated like a balloon as the bones disappeared. Hermione let out a pathetic whimper when she saw Harry’s finger dangle like a strip of flesh-colored rubber hanging from his hand.
“Ms Granger, I need you to fetch some of my potions for me,” ordered the matron. “First, Mr. Potter will need Bruise-be-Gone; it’s a black and blue bottle, and of course the Skele-Grow; I believe you’ll remember what that looks like. I will also need Caruthers’s Concussion Concoction for Mr. Weasley.” Biting her lip, Hermione nodded and dashed off to the Hospital Ward office.
The moment that Hermione disappeared into the office, the doors leading from the hallway into the Hospital Ward flew open and a very nervous looking Tonks barged in, followed by an angry looking Professor McGonagall. “Nymphadora, I demand to know what’s going on! You come barreling out of the Floo in my office and without a word come running down-”
The Headmistress stopped her tirade of Tonks when she saw two of her students in bed. Harry waved at the two witches. Of course he did this with his bad hand which just caused his bone-less finger to flap this way and that.
“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?” screeched McGonagall.
“We were attacked,” Hermione answered simply as she stepped out of the office with her arms full of potion bottles and walked past McGonagall and Tonks.
“I got a fire-call from one of my supervisors. He told me that a number of Death Eaters attacked Godric’s Hollow,” explained Tonks. “I apparated there as fast as I could, but it was all over when I got there. There were about three dozen unconscious Death Eaters plus my evil bitch of an aunt. She was unconscious as well, but she was foaming at the mouth. Oddly enough, she had the happiest smile I’ve ever seen on a person.”
“I’ll give this one to Mr. Weasley,” Pomfrey said to Hermione and she took one of the three bottles. “Give a dose of each of those two to Mr. Potter.”
“But what made you come here and why are those two hurt…?” McGonagall stopped herself while indicating Ron and Harry.
“I knew that these three were going to Godric’s Hollow,” Tonks continued. “When I got there, I feared the worst when I couldn’t find them. But one of the witnesses said that they saw three teenagers Portkey away. So I figured they’d head here.”
“One of the Death Eaters escaped as well,” Hermione announced as she poured some of the foul tasting potion down Harry’s throat. “Well, mostly escaped; he splinched himself trying to get away.”
“That would explain the spare leg we found,” concluded Tonks. “But what it doesn’t explain is how we can’t seem to revive the Death Eaters. Except for my vicious Aunt, they all show the symptoms of being stunned. But when we tried a rennervate, nothing happened.”
“Oh that,” stated Hermione who was doing her best to ignore the gagging sounds coming from Harry who was fighting desperately not to throw up the god-awful potions. “You’ll have to hit them with a few dozen Rennervate Charms. Harry… um… well we discovered that Harry can be fairly powerful when he puts his mind to it.”
“Poppy, what’s your diagnosis?” asked McGonagall.
“Potter is fairly beaten up, including a severely broken finger and some deep bruising, but it’s nothing a good night’s rest and a potion or two won’t fix. Weasley, however, has one hell of a concussion. I want to keep him here overnight for observation.”
“Does that mean Harry can leave?” asked Hermione.
“I don’t see why not,” replied Pomfrey. “It’s just a couple of bruises and a finger that needs the bones re-grown. He’s suffered worse.”
“I’ll go back and tell our healers how to awaken the thugs,” Tonks said as she started to walk out of the ward. “I mean we can’t just chuck them into Azkaban if they’re permanently stunned.”
As gently as she could, Hermione helped her bruised and battered boyfriend to his feet.
“Don’t worry about Mr. Weasley, I’ll take good care of him,” Pomfrey informed the couple as they made their way slowly out of the Ward. “And remember, no funny business for the next few hours.”
“That means no experimentation with Cheering Charms,” added McGonagall. Harry groaned as the Headmistress gave him another one of her disturbing saucy smiles.
After what seemed like an eternity of jostling ‘Harry, Jr.’s baggage by walking up various stairs, the couple finally made it back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Harry groaned once more as he noticed that Hermione was steering him toward the stairs that led to his dorm room. At that point, those stairs weren’t just another set of stairs that Harry had to climb. To him it was an evil torture device that was designed solely for the purpose to cause even more pain to his battered bits.
“Can’t I just stay here and sleep on the couch?” whined Harry.
“No,” Hermione stated firmly. “You’ll rest better in your own bed.”
“Bu-bu-bu but the stairs…. They hurt,” complained Harry.
“Just a few more and I promise you can lie down.”
Hermione led Harry up the thirteen steps with each one causing Harry to wince. When the couple walked into Harry’s dorm room, he was nearly doubled over in pain due to his bruised bits. That and the fact that the Skele-Grow had just started to kick in. It felt as if dozens of needles were being shoved through his damaged hand.
“Just lay down,” Hermione said as she helped Harry lower himself on his bed. “I’ll get some food. We haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
The brunette witch stood up and called out “Dobby!” An instant later, the neurotic house-elf appeared with a crack.
“Yes, Miss Harry Potter’s Hermy, you called for Dobby?” he asked nervously.
“Yes, I did Dobby. Harry and I need food. Would you please go get something for us to eat?” Hermione asked politely.
“Dobby would love to!” the little creature squealed.
“But, Harry’s going on a special diet,” added Hermione.
“I am?” asked Harry. This was a new revelation for him, leaving him more than a little surprised. He was curious as to why Hermione would make him go on a “special diet” without even talking to him about it.
“Yes, you are,” Hermione replied to Harry. But before he could ask why, she turned back to Dobby. “We’ll need some protein. Perhaps a simple steak, but he’s going to need vegetables. This is the most important part though, no eggs or dairy.”
“But I like dairy,” complained Harry. He didn’t know what was on the diet she had concocted for him, but he was hurting from the beating and grumpy from the ride that made a mockery of his parents. The last thing he wanted to do was not eat the things he liked. He thought of a way to convince Hermione into allowing him some cheese. Indicating his limp digit, Harry argued “And I probably need calcium to help my bones grow. So I should get some cheese.”
“No dairy. It’s very important to your diet.” she said firmly.
“What diet?”
“But I do see the point of calcium,” she continued, ignoring his question. “Even though the Skele-Grow will do all the work, calcium is very important. Some dark green vegetables have loads of calcium.”
“Miss Harry Potter’s Hermy mean like asparagus?” offered Dobby.
Before Harry could protest, Hermione shouted, “Good God no! All my research states that would be very bad! Very bad indeed! Very foul.”
“What research?” demanded Harry, which Hermione once again ignored.
“Some vegetables like broccoli, chicory greens, and cabbage will do,” Hermione counted off. “And definitely celery. But make the majority of the meal out of fruits like kiwi, watermelon, and pineapple”
“Dobby will be back shortly!” the house elf announced and disappeared with a crack.
“What diet?” implored Harry.
“It’s a surprise,” Hermione answered and she walked over to the side of the bed. “I’ll have to get you into your pajamas,” she added, effectively changing the subject. With a flick of her wand, all of Harry’s clothes disappeared from his body leaving him stretched out on his bed completely naked. He found it odd that he wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest as Hermione examined his naked form. “Oh, my poor baby,” Hermione pouted as she saw all the purple bruises on his flesh. “Oh no!” she moaned as her eyes took in ‘Harry, Jr.’
“Is it bad?” asked Harry, fearful to check for himself. In his panicked mind, he imagined ‘Harry, Jr.’ all sorts of funny colors and twisted this way and that.
“It looks bad,” admitted Hermione, which didn’t help calm Harry’s worries about ‘Harry, Jr.’ being all twisted. “But Madam Pomfrey said that it should be back to normal in a few hours, thanks to the potion. Now I’ll conjure some bottoms for you.”
Another swish of her wand and Harry felt a pair of silk pajamas cover himself.
“Thanks,” Harry said.
Then Hermione waved her wand again and this time, much to Harry’s enjoyment, her clothes disappeared with a soft pop. She stood unabashedly in front of Harry in nothing more than her white cotton knickers.
“B-b-bu-but Pomfrey said we couldn’t fool around,” Harry stammered while looking in her eyes (As everybody knows, when a man is faced with a topless beauty and he says that he is looking in the aforementioned beauty’s eyes what he actually means is that he is staring directly into the beauty’s nipples).
“Harry, my eyes are up here,” Hermione said while gesturing with her hands to look up. “Harry. Baby. My eyes… they’re up here…”
Harry really did try to take his eyes off of ‘Carmella’ and ‘Natasha’ but he failed. It was like his eyes were hit with a Permanent Sticking Charm and they were magically attached to her nipples. He did notice that Hermione’s flesh turn a little red and he also saw that her lovely nipples started to get erect.
“Do you really like looking at my breasts?” Hermione asked nervously.
“Oh, yes,” Harry nodded while keeping his eyes on her pertness. “I can do this all day and not get bored.”
Hermione’s flesh blushed even more (Harry couldn’t tell if any other part of her body had blushed because of the whole “Permanent Sticking Charm” thing).
“I do appreciate it,” admitted Hermione as she unconsciously thrust her breasts up. Harry took this opportunity to examine them even more. Doing her breast – I mean best to ignore the cooing noises that Harry was making while looking at her, Hermione forged on. “But I believe we need to discuss something.”
“Discuss away,” replied Harry who had now taken on the appearance of a deer caught in headlights; Hermione’s headlights that is.
“Harry why did…” began Hermione but then paused and attempted to start again. “Earlier today, Bellatrix…” she huffed and began to lecture her boyfriend who was only half-listing because he had most of his attention on her wonderful boobs. “Harry, I really do like the fact that you find me attractive, but I can’t talk to you when you aren’t looking at me!”
“I am looking at you,” said Harry, which he technically was.
Hermione cursed under her breath and walked over to Harry’s trunk. Harry was a tad disappointed when Hermione turned her back on him thereby removing ‘Carmella’ and ‘Natasha’ from his sight. His disappointment was soon replaced by joy when the brunette witch bent over at the hips as she began rooting around looking for something in his trunk. This action gave Harry a very clear view of Hermione’s wonderful bum, which he enjoyed looking at as much as he enjoyed viewing her boobs. Harry rationalized that her bum was very similar to her boobs: both were made up of two wondrous mounds, both were often hidden cruelly from his eyes by thin pieces of fabric, both had cleavage in one way or another, and he thoroughly enjoyed fondling both sets.
Harry was pulled out of his musing about the similarities of Hermione’s boobs and arse when the witch stood up after finding whatever she had been searching for. The item turned out to be a ratty old pullover that Harry wore whenever he would practice Quidditch. He grunted a sound of objection as Hermione pulled the worn and tattered shirt on; obscuring his view of ‘Carmella’ and /’Natasha’/. The shirt used to be Dudley’s when the fat arse was in primary, and even though Harry had grown considerably, it was still very large on him. But on Hermione, it was a nightgown. It did a very effective job of covering all of Hermione’s nakedness… and her bum… and her knees. It almost covered her ankles for pity’s sake! ‘/Damn that pullover, damn it all to hell!/’ Harry grumbled in his mind.
“We need to talk about something very important and I don’t need you distracted,” announced Hermione as she tied up her hair in a loose bun.
“If you didn’t want me distracted, why did you get all naked?” argued Harry.
“You don’t expect me to sleep with you with all my clothes on do you?” countered Hermione.
“Well, no but…” Harry began to debate when his brain caught up. She had said “sleep with you.” The bespectacled wizard became very, one might even say incredibly, light-headed. “S-s-s-sleep with me?” he squeaked.
“Yes, you’ve had a very traumatic day,” she explained. “I’m not letting you spend the night alone after that bloody ride and that beating you received.”
Harry glanced apprehensively between ‘Harry, Jr.’ and Hermione a grand total of six times before saying “But… but… but Pomfrey said I couldn’t fool around for a few hours….”
“Harry, I said sleep with you; as in your bed!” scolded Hermione which just made Harry more confused. They obviously weren’t talking about the same thing. “Just because I said I wanted to sleep with you doesn’t mean I want to have sex tonight!”
“Yes it does!” exclaimed Harry. “It’s against the law to tell a bloke that you’ll sleep with him but it doesn’t include sex!”
“What law Harry?” Hermione asked incredulously.
“My law!”
“Budge over,” Hermione requested of a pouting Harry. The wizard complied and crossed his arms over his chest. Hermione sat on the bed and spoke softly. “One of the side effects of the ‘Bruise-be-Gone’ potion is temporary impotence.” Harry let out a panicked groan as Hermione continued to explain. “Temporary impotence Harry; a few hours at the most. I read the side effects on the bottle before I gave it to you.”
“Oh,” Harry said as relief washed over him.
“And as to sex,” Hermione continued and a smile reappeared on her face, “I do want you to be my first. But I want it to be special.”
Harry’s relief was quickly replaced by guilt. The entire time he had been thinking of only himself, not what Hermione had wanted or deserved. Hermione obviously noticed his discomfort because she leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips.
“I’m sorry, Hermione,” Harry apologized. “I wasn’t thinking…”
“It’s alright, Harry,” cooed Hermione. “After the day you had, I expect that you feel pretty rotten.”
“I’m okay,” replied Harry.
“And that’s what I wanted to discuss with you about,” stated Hermione. “Today, Bellatrix said that she was told your powers weren’t working right. How did she know that?”
“Kreacher must have told her.”
“What? Are you certain?” Hermione asked.
“Pretty much. Bellatrix said something about a House-Elf and granting his wish of chopping his head off.”
“That does seem to indicate Kreacher,” Hermione allowed. “But how, I mean when could he have told her? Didn’t you order him to stay at Hogwarts?”
“Remember last night, after Gryffindor caught us-” Harry began.
“Yes!” Hermione interrupted. It was obvious from the way she had said “Yes” that she didn’t want to discuss the “I’m sorry I got cum in your eye while a perverted ghost watched us” incident.
“Well, I was in the Common Room all naked and I, well I kind of called for Dobby and Kreacher,” Harry continued.
“How did you accidentally call for a house elf?”
“I think I asked for some help out loud,” explained Harry. “Anyway, those two showed up…”
“While you were naked?”
“Yes,” replied Harry irritably before continuing. “I asked them if they could conjure some pajamas…”
“Because you were naked?” interrupted Hermione.
“Yes!” he shouted. Hermione got an embarrassed look on her face and became silent. After a moment, Harry continued. “After Dobby made me pajamas…”
“Because you were nude,” Hermione interrupted once more. “Did they say anything? I mean House-Elves help some of the older pure-blood families dress, did Dobby or Kreacher make any comparisons? Length or girth perhaps?”
In response, Harry glared at his girlfriend. He was hoping that his glare would be enough to end Hermione’s line of questions.
“Oh, they did!” squealed Hermione. It was obvious that Harry’s glare only encouraged his girlfriend. “How do you rank!”
“Hermione, please! Do you want me to explain or not?” Harry chastised.
“Fine, go ahead,” Hermione pouted.
“I told them I couldn’t do magic because mine had gone all wonky,” explained Harry. “After that I told them they could leave-”
“Oh!” exclaimed Hermione. “And Kreacher must’ve interpreted your order to mean that he could leave the castle-”
“-and tell Voldemort’s boot-lickers that I can’t use magic,” Harry added.
“Which, as we know, isn’t the case,” Hermione completed. “Now what’ll we do with the traitorous elf?”
“I thought you were for House Elf rights?”
“I am,” replied Hermione. “But we can’t have that evil little bugger running around. He’s too dangerous.”
“Agreed.”
“So, two house-elves saw you naked,” chuckled Hermione, bringing up the embarrassing moment again.
“Would you let it drop?” implored Harry. “It could’ve happened to anyone.”
“But it didn’t happen to anyone,” countered Hermione. “It happened to you. Personally, I’d never be able to live it down if a house elf saw me starkers,” Hermione concluded her ribbing with a peck on Harry’s cheek. “Now, if I can talk about something more serious?”
“Please do,” responded Harry.
“… and not House Elves seeing a particular wizard’s bits…”
“Hermione!”
“… all dangly…”
“Hermione!”
“… and wrinkly…”
“I AM NOT WRINKLY!”
“I would like to talk about the attack today,” stated Hermione, her tone becoming serious.
“Oh, yeah, that,” Harry stammered.
“You were fantastic,” complimented Hermione.
“Thanks,” Harry said awkwardly. “You were pretty good too.”
“No, I wasn’t. That’s what I want to talk to you about,” added Hermione. “I had difficulty fighting one Death Eater at a time. And when I did subdue one, one of his compatriots would revive or free him, sending him back into the fight. You, on the other hand, took out dozens with one blow! And they were out for the count!”
“But that isn’t a fair comparison,” Harry stated. “I’ve had a power boosting ritual, whereas you haven’t.”
“That’s why I’d like to perform a power boosting ritual for myself. That way, if we run into any other Death Eaters in our search for the Horcruxes, I can be of help to you,” Hermione continued. “I found a permanent boosting ritual in the book.”
“Really?” This piqued Harry’s interest. Actually, anything found in the book piqued his interest. He wondered what type of activity the ritual needed. For his ritual, he performed oral sex on Hermione. Did the ritual require a sex act? ‘Duh!’ he mentally chastised himself. ‘Of course it requires a sex act! It’s a book on sex magic.’
“Yes, it requires a sex act,” Hermione said as if she could read his mind. “A very substantial sex act,” she added apprehensively.
“What do you mean by ‘substantial’?” Harry asked with concern. Hermione was obviously nervous about the ritual and he didn’t want to pressure her into doing anything that she wasn’t ready to do.
“Remember what we were talking about before?”
“Um,” Harry began to recall the various subjects they had talked about previously. The only thing that came to mind was the recent ribbing he received about having Dobby and Kreacher see him naked. That and his internal musings about her bum and boobs.
“Sex, Harry,” Hermione explained.
“Oh!”
“Yes. I would have to take a special potion, say an incantation, and then our magics, combined with the blood from my hymen, creates a permanent boost for me.”
“Oh,” repeated Harry.
With a loud crack, Dobby reappeared carrying two platters of food. Hermione conjured a small table for Dobby to place the food on and bid the house-elf good-night.
“Getting back to the ritual,” Hermione began as she ate some fruit. “I really do want you to be my first. And I do want to do it soon – not just for the power boost, but because I love you.”
Harry had some difficulty eating his fruit; it wasn’t every day where he would talk casually about losing his virginity with the woman he loved. Every time he attempted to pick up a piece of fruit, he discovered his hands were trembling so much that he couldn’t hold it properly and just dropped it. Upon noticing his predicament, Hermione held a slice of pumpkin to his lips.
“One of the reasons that I am hesitant is Ron,” Hermione said as Harry ate the pumpkin.
“What about him?” asked Harry.
“I feel guilty about him being alone,” explained Hermione as she held a piece of cantaloupe for Harry to eat as she finished her own slice. “We were a couple and I left him for you.”
“Oh yeah,” agreed Harry.
“I think I’ll feel less guilty if we get him a girlfriend,” concluded Hermione. “But it will NOT be Lav-Lav or anyone like her.”
“So Parvati is a no-no, seeing how she and Lavender share the same half of a half-brain.”
“That would make a quarter, love,” corrected Hermione. Before Harry could take offence, she added, “And Ron’s quick temper would cause a great deal of strife between him and most of the remaining witches from Gryffindor.”
“Besides Ginny… but that’s just sick and wrong.”
“Yeah, that’d be worse than you and Ginny, Mr. Freud.”
“Will I ever live that down?”
“No, not really,” said Hermione after a moment of consideration.
“Fine. So nobody from Gryffindor and definitely no one from Slytherin,” Harry stated. “Ron hates everybody and everything to do with that house.”
“So that leaves Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.”
“Wait, why not a Muggle girl?” offered Harry.
“Please! Could you imagine if Ron and the poor Muggle girl actually became a couple?” asked Hermione. “She would bring him home to meet her folks and he would make an arse out of himself because of the scene he would make when he saw all the pictures that didn’t move or a toaster that is actually plugged into the wall. And imagine what will happen when Ron sees a telly for the first time?”
“He would probably hit it with a Blasting Hex out of sheer panic.”
“Yes, he would,” Hermione continued. “Ron cannot function in the Muggle world for one moment. And to ask a Muggle to live strictly in the magical world would be equally as cruel.”
“So, that leaves us someone from either Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, then.”
“As I said. Let’s see… Hufflepuff House is known to have loyal, hardworking, and patient people…”
“Which is good seeing that to be with Ron, the witch would have to be loyal, hardworking, and patient because of his quick and foul temper and his stubbornness,” Harry completed.
“And Ravenclaw has intelligent and insightful people in that house…” Hermione began.
“Another good thing because the witch would often have to look past the unintentionally mean and crude things Ron can sometimes blurt out.”
“This’ll be harder than I first expected,” mused Hermione. Harry nodded his head in agreement. The couple finished their meal in silence.
After Hermione banished the platters away, she crawled into bed with Harry. He kissed her gently and they said their good-nights. Hermione muttered “Nox” and the dorm room became pitch black. Harry held Hermione close to him in the darkness. His crotch was pressed firmly up against her bum; a position that would normally have ‘Harry, Jr.’ jumping for joy. But because of that damned potion, ‘Harry, Jr.’ was off in slumber land and couldn’t enjoy another romp with Hermione. Then fear hit Harry, what if it wasn’t temporary? What if the Skele-Grow had altered the Bruise-be-Gone potion’s side effect in some unforeseeable way? Yes, he knew that ‘Harry, Jr.’ didn’t have any bones in him, but when most men are dealing with impotency (temporary or not) they tend to panic.
Forcing himself not to think about his flaccid state, Harry turned his thoughts to Ron and the challenge of finding him a girl. ‘Who could the ideal witch for Ron be? I got lucky with Hermione, she understands me so well. But Ron can be such a difficult bloke at times.’
They needed a witch who was patient and insightful; one that could put up with Ron’s temper and his crass behavior. He suddenly recalled a conversation he had with a certain blonde witch at the end of his fifth year. The witch had dealt with her housemates’ cruel actions throughout the entire year and she simply told Harry that they didn’t mean it. She understood that they were kind people who sometimes did bad things.
Could she be the one? She was blonde and as recently as the wedding reception, Ron had stated that he fancied that particular hair color after all.
“Hermione, I think I know who the witch is,” Harry said in the darkness.
“Really, who?”
“Luna.”
“WHAT?” Hermione screeched. “Luna! You can’t be serious?”
“Yes, she’s perfect! She very patient and insightful,” explained Harry.
After a moment of silence where Harry could actually feel her thinking about the situation, Hermione allowed, “And she does fancy him. Remember that silly ‘Weasley is our King’ song she kept humming?”
“Or the fact that she apparently refuses to call him ‘Ron’?”
“Yes, it’s always ‘Ronald.’ And remember how she would laugh at all of his so-called jokes?”
“See, she’s perfect,” Harry said triumphantly.
“Well, I wouldn’t say ‘perfect’; she is a bit out there.”
“And Ron isn’t?”
“Point taken. Let’s plan on heading over to Luna’s and see if we can set up a date for the two of them.”
“Ron may need some convincing though.”
“Don’t worry, I have a plan…” she finished menacingly.
With that, the two lovers drifted off to sleep.
*
Harry was once again having a very peculiar dream. In it, he was on some distant planet that was completely covered in sand. Harry was some sort of religious icon to the people that lived on this planet. And on this desert planet, giant worms existed, each of which was hundreds of feet long. For some reason, the people depended upon them. But something terrible had happened to the worms. For some reason, none of the giant worms were moving. It was as if they were in a coma.
The people turned to Harry to bring these creatures back to life, because apparently that’s what religious icons did. He tried several things to revive the worms. First he talked to a giant clam that was nearby. But the clam couldn’t offer anything; it kept gibbering on about commitment and respect. He tried again by casting a Rennervate Charm to no avail. He then got the oddest notion to pet the monster.
Tentatively, he patted the worm’s side and much to his surprise, the creature moved slightly. He called to a group of women to give him a hand petting the worm. Oddly enough, all the women looked vaguely like Hermione. With the help of the women, Harry was able to pet the worm back to life. The giant creature rose victoriously into the air and the people cheered, “THE SLEEPER HAS AWAKENED!”
*
Harry slowly awoke from his odd dream. It was still pitch black in the room and he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face (that he didn’t have his glasses on didn’t help the situation, either). But what he could tell was that Hermione’s bum was still firmly pressed against his crotch and more, it appeared that ‘Harry, Jr.’ woke up before Harry himself did. Thankfully, the temporary side effect of impotency had worn off. And it seemed to have worn off with a vengeance. It was so hard that it hurt!
Harry’s fifth appendage was roughly poking Hermione’s left cheek. The witch purred and she ground her bum into his erection. Even though he was still half-asleep, Harry was not one to turn down an early morning frolic.
He nuzzled the nape of her neck while his hand trailed down her taut and naked tummy. He knew it was naughty, and a bit fast, but he wanted to show Hermione that his finger had completely healed. With his now- repaired finger, Harry pressed the witch’s love button through her knickers. In apparent appreciation, the witch rubbed her bum up against his aroused state even more.
Harry nibbled on her ear and he took in her distinctive flowery smell. Harry paused both in his nibbling and his rubbing of the witch’s ear and knickers (both of which were very damp at the time). Even with his sleep addled brain, Harry began to realize something was amiss. Hermione didn’t have a flowery scent; her scent reminded him of parchment and old books. Before he could ponder this revelation further, the witch ground her hips into the still erect form of ‘Harry, Jr.’
“C’mon Harry, don’t stop now,” the witch purred. Harry immediately recognized that the voice he was hearing didn’t belong to Hermione. But due to his not-quite-awake state, it took Harry a half second to place it.
“GINNY!” he screamed and jumped out of the bed as if it was engulfed in flames. He frantically ran to the door but found it locked. The fact that the door was locked didn’t stop Harry from trying to claw his way through the barricade like a wild animal. “W-w-w-where did you come from?”
“Mum got a call from Professor McGonagall about Ron being injured. Knowing that you’d be here, I… volunteered to check up on Ron for Mum,” Ginny replied.
“S-s-stay back!” Harry cried in fear as he continued to try to claw through the door.
“What’s your problem, Harry?” whined Ginny. Harry could hear her mutter a charm and all the torches in the room lit up, illuminating the room. “I could tell you wanted me; you were as hard as a rock.”
In truth he had been very erect; but that was when he thought his bedmate was Hermione. The moment he discovered that he was rubbing (in more ways than one) Ginny, the girl who looked like his mum, ‘Harry, Jr.’ deflated like a popped balloon. He turned to face his molester and tell her just that when he saw that she was sitting up in his bed and was very flushed. And very topless!
The half-naked Ginny rose from the bed, and with a sultry saunter to her walk, made her way to Harry, who at the time was trying his damnedest to push his body through the solid wooden door to get as far away from Ginny as possible.
“You know you want me,” she said huskily as she reached forward and cupped his crotch. Judging by the look on her face, Ginny was very surprised that Harry was no longer aroused. “Hey, what happened here?”
“What did you do with Hermione?” Harry choked out.
“Oh, I saw her leave to go use the loo,” she said nonchalantly, while twirling her wand in her hand. “So I decided to make my move. But I couldn’t have her pop in and spoil our fun now could I?”
“What did you do?” repeated Harry.
“I just tied her up,” she muttered as she eyed his trousers lustfully. “These won’t do.” With a flick of her wand, Harry’s trousers disappeared, leaving him completely nude.
Before he could cover himself, Ginny dove at his naked groin and began to devour his flaccid state with her lips and tongue.
“For the love of all that’s holy, what are you doing?” Harry shouted as he tried to push her away.
“C’mon Harry,” she pleaded in-between sucking, “you’re just being shy.”
Both Harry and Ginny were thrown to the floor when the door that Harry was leaning against blew up.
A very angry looking Hermione stood in the ruined doorway. She pointed her wand menacingly at Ginny. “Get – off – of – my – boyfriend!” she commanded.
“/Expelliarmus/!” Ginny shouted from beneath Harry forcing Hermione’s wand to go flying from her grasp. “I should’ve disarmed you when I tied you up,” Ginny stated as she pulled herself away from Harry. “Maybe I should tie you up again and make you watch as I turn my boyfriend into a man!”
But before Ginny could conjure robes to bind Hermione, the brunette witch slapped the wand out of her hand, sending it clattering under the bed. A very stunned Ginny turned back to Hermione and was about to verbally assault Harry’s girlfriend when Hermione slapped the younger witch across the face, hard.
“Ow!” cried out Ginny. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going to beat some sense into you, bitch!” declared Hermione and she slapped Ginny again. “He doesn’t want you, you crazy stalker!”
Ginny slapped Hermione back and shouted “Yes he does! We were meant to be together!”
“Why? Because your mummy read you bedtime stories about the Boy Who Lived?” Hermione retorted as she tugged on a tuff of Ginny’s red hair.
“OW! Unlike you, I’ve been in love with him since I was a little girl!” screamed Ginny as she frantically tore off the pullover that Hermione had been using as a night gown.
Harry watch in both disgust and arousal as the two witches slapped and tugged at each other. The disgust came from the fact that the girl who looked like his mum was wearing nothing but her knickers while fighting his girlfriend. The arousal came from the fact that his girlfriend was wearing nothing but her knickers while fighting the girl who looked like his mum.
“You didn’t fall in love with Harry. You fell in love with the Boy Who Lived!” Hermione shouted before grabbing at and ripping off Ginny’s knickers. She threw the ruined garment in Ginny’s face, declaring, “That’s not who he is!”
“He saved me from the Basilisk! That proves he loves me!” defended Ginny as she roughly pinched Hermione’s tit as if to prove her point.
As Hermione rubbed her assaulted nipple, Harry suddenly recalled the events from the previous day. Specifically, after he had hit Hermione with his super-charged Cheering Charm, how Hermione seemed to enjoy all the spankings she both gave and received. Harry was reminded because he saw that ‘Carmella’ and ‘Natasha’ were fairly erect, even before the one had been pinched. Harry wondered if Hermione was actually enjoying the slaps she was receiving from Ginny (He figured she was enjoying slapping Ginny, regardless of any sexual reasons – the damned stalker deserved it). For just one second, Harry considered intervening in the fight just to ask Hermione if she was becoming aroused. Purely for reference. But he realized that it would be a bad idea to get involved in the catfight, if only due to the high potential of getting hit; Harry had received enough painful beatings from women to last a long while, thanks to Bellatrix.
“Sweetie, let me point something out to you,” Hermione began after she recovered from the pinch. “Harry stopped Voldemort from getting the Philosopher’s Stone thereby saving everyone.” Hermione punctuated her statement by slapping Ginny directly on her boob. “And technically, he saved everyone in the castle from the Basilisk.” Hermione viciously slapped the witch’s other tit. “So by your flawed reasoning, he should be in love with everyone in the school!” Hermione ended this part of her discussion by painfully striking Ginny dead center on her vulva.
Harry cringed as Ginny slumped to the floor painfully.
“You bitch!” screamed Ginny and dove at Hermione. She savagely tore Hermione’s knickers to shreds and was about to return the painful slap she had received when she suddenly paused looking at Hermione’s now naked groin.
“You’re shaved?” Ginny questioned.
“My hair isn’t the only thing kinky about me!” Hermione answered before slapping Ginny once more.
Hermione’s statement about being kinky would seem to suggest that she indeed did enjoy the slap fight. That and the fact that Harry could see both ‘/Carmella/’ and ‘/Natasha/’ were extremely erect and rigid. And that her flower seemed to be a touch puffy and dewy.
Ginny was awaken from her stupor upon seeing Hermione’s ‘hygienic state’ and let out a blood-curdling cry as she tackled Hermione to the floor.
It was at this point that Ron had the misfortune to enter the room. Apparently, Pomfrey had decided that he was healed enough to spend the rest of the night in his own bed. Harry saw the look in his friend’s eyes and could tell what he was thinking, simply because he would be thinking the same things if he were in Ron’s shoes. You see for a bloke, it’s more than a little uncomfortable if you see your male friend lying on the floor naked such as Harry was. Harry could tell that Ron was doing his best to block that particular vision from his eyes and memory. But it is considered quite entertaining if that same bloke sees his female friend naked early in the morning. And if that female friend – if you don’t remember; the nude one – happens to be rolling around on the ground while wrestling another equally naked, yet unknown, female at the time, well that’s just damn entertaining for the bloke. It was obvious to Harry that Ron’s first thought was to pull up a chair and enjoy the show. But then, Harry saw the horror dawn in his friend’s eyes. You see if the bloke who is enjoying watching his nude female friend wrestling with an equally nude, yet unknown, female finds out that the unknown nude female is actually his baby sister… well that’s generally considered a bad thing, especially if the bloke had been enjoying it. Harry could tell exactly when Ron figured out the identity of the second naked girl; Ron turned a most interesting shade of green.
Hermione shot up and spat a tuff of Ginny’s red hair out of her mouth (where that tuff had come from, Harry didn’t want to know). Hermione stood over Ginny and shouted, “Harry is in love with me and I’m in love with him and there is nothing you can do to change that!”
“We’ll see,” Ginny said defiantly.
“Oh, are you going to try to seduce him again?” Hermione mocked. “Let me tell you something, little girl; not only can he lick a mean pussy,” she paused and pointed to her bare groin to emphasize her point, “but he’s also came in my eye. And I’ve swallowed his load!”
“All at the same time?” Harry heard Ron muttered.
“Another thing,” Hermione continued, either oblivious to Ron’s presence or ignoring him. She stomped over to Harry and with an unusual show of strength, hoisted him off the floor and to his feet. “Harry and I are going to take a shower… together! And while I’m wanking him off, I’m going to take a huge amount of pleasure in the fact that I’ll be playing with something you can never have!” She concluded her statement by making a show of cupping Harry’s naked groin so that Ginny could see. “This is mine!” she growled.
Hermione gave Ginny the two fingered salute and led Harry out of the room and toward the bathroom, leaving Ron alone in the room with his naked sister.
*
It didn’t take much time for Harry to forget about his traumatic situation with Ginny. Not when a sudsy Hermione was nibbling on his ear while she was giving ‘Harry, Jr.’ a thorough cleaning. Mind you, Harry was a gentleman and couldn’t let Hermione have all the fun, so he finally was able to demonstrate to Hermione just how well his finger had healed.
At first, it was a bit awkward, but the two lovers eventually positioned themselves; Hermione had her back pressed up against Harry’s chest and was wanking him off by reaching behind her. Harry had reached around Hermione’s body with both of his hands; one was massaging ‘/Natasha/’ while the other was caressing the folds of her flower.
After a few minutes, with a muttered grunt, Harry came on her hip. Hermione giggled as she watched his seed mix with the water and soap suds as it trickled down her leg.
“It’s like a race,” she said with mirth as Harry tried to catch his breath. “Who do you think reach my foot and will win?”
“My cum,” panted Harry.
“No, I think the big soap bubble will beat the rest,” stated Hermione.
“That’s not a soap bubble,” concluded Harry with a slight grin.
Now that he had been satisfied, Harry was able to focus all of his attention on his lover. He used both of his hands to stimulate Hermione; his now healed finger continued tracing her folds while the fingers on his other hand busied themselves by playing with her bud. Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck for support because her knees became weak. Shortly thereafter, Hermione shouted out Harry’s name as she orgasmed.
After both lovers had climaxed, Hermione leaned her back against Harry’s chest under the shower’s spray. “This is wonderful Harry,” she purred. “I can’t see how this could get better.”
Harry voiced his agreement by nuzzling the nape of neck her and massaging her boobs.
“Do you think she’ll try something like this again?” she asked.
“Let her; she can never take me away from you,” he whispered into her ear. “You are my everything.”
As they leaned against the wet wall, Hermione busied herself by running her fingers through Harry’s hair. “I’m sorry, but I can’t help but wonder if Dobby or Kreacher had compared you to anyone,” Hermione said in an amused fashion. Harry groaned as Hermione continued her earlier ribbing of his embarrassment. “I don’t know what I’d do if a House Elf saw me naked…”
“Well there’s one way to find out,” offered Harry. Before Hermione could ask what he had meant, Harry held her arms behind her back playfully and called out “Oh, Dobby!”
With a loud crack, Dobby appeared in front of the two wet and naked teens.
“You called for Dobby Harry Potter… err… sir” the elf squeaked and his eyes almost bulged out of his head as he saw Hermione’s naked body. Hermione froze for a split second while Dobby looked at her bare flesh. Then she began to struggle to get out of Harry’s grasp. This led to a very fascinating show for Dobby, Harry assumed. Her boobs must have been swaying back and forth because Dobby’s eyes started to swing from left to right as if he was watching a tennis match.
“Harry, let me go!” Hermione commanded though Harry could tell there was no malice in her voice. It almost sounded like she was trying not to laugh. “Let me go or I’ll swear-!”
Hermione’s playful threat was cut short when Dobby disappeared with another crack. “You’re a dead man Potter!” she scolded him. “You’re going to have to work pretty hard to make this up to me.”
“Really what would you suggest?” asked Harry.
“Well, you could use your magical tongue and tap into your love core again,” she offered and wiggled her bum against ‘Harry, Jr.’
“I was actually thinking about doing that anyway,” admitted Harry. He guided Hermione to lie on the floor and lowered himself so that he was in-between her legs. His mouth was near her flower when he heard a series of cracks.
When Harry looked up, all he could see were hundreds of eyes looking at him and Hermione. Each set of eyes were bulbous and brightly colored; they obviously belonged to House-Elves. In fact Harry could argue that a wall of House-Elves had been erected in front of him. House-Elves filled every space in the bathroom. They were even actually standing on top of each other so that they could get a better look. Harry believed that it was quite possible that every single House-Elf in Hogwarts was currently jammed in the bathroom at that particular moment.
“Oh bugger,” groaned Harry as he heard a number of squeaky voices plead “Let me see!”
To Be Continued

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I married her for her money, she for a title but I desire her and she refuses me

Chores V

I stood behind the counter just waiting for customers to come in, I wanted to just wait for my boyfriend to come and get me and take me home. Let me rephrase that, I really wanted my boyfriend to pick me up and take me home and fuck me along the way! I had a rough day; I had fought with my teachers in class I had fought with my boss. I just needed some stress relief and my boyfriend and his big hard cock would be the one to handle my stress.
Finally, it was quitting time I made my way out to the car; my sexy boyfriend was sitting there waiting for me to get off. He kissed me when I slid into the car. I started to ramble about my rough day when he interrupted me and wanted to know where I wanted to go before going home. Being thoughtful and quiet I know that I had a sheepish smile on my face. “The Park,” is what I told him. He looked at me at first in disbelief and then a huge smile lit up his beautiful brown face. He drove toward the park; it was located in the middle of the city. Usually at this time of the evening there was very little traffic running around inside of the park. People were finished dog walking, and jogging, and playing with their kids. But still it was public, and I loved getting fucked in public places.
He pulled into a parking spot, and I began to get wet at just the prospect of taking my clothes off and getting fucked somewhere on a picnic table or on a park bench. He said he had brought something and he got out of the car and walked to the trunk, before I knew it he was holding my door open for me with a black bag in his hand. Now I was the curious one about what was in the bag. However, I did know that it was no use to ask him because he wouldn’t tell me; he loved to surprise me with things….
We walked to the playground it was dark and not really but one street light illuminated the area around the playground. I sat down on the slide and watched him with his black bag. He turned around and looked at me watching him intently. “You my love are going to do exactly as I tell you tonight,” he paused, “understood,” he questioned? I nodded my head and felt a thrill rush through me, I loved sex games and he was definitely the best at them. “Take off your clothes, “he ordered. I looked around to make sure there really wasn’t anybody that could see what we were about to embark on. Feeling reassured that we were alone; I began to take off my shirt, then my jeans. I stood in my lacy red tight panties, and red pushup bra. Not that I needed to push them up they were huge to start with. He smiled at me and gestured to continue with his hand. I slid the panties down over my long slender thighs, and off my feet. I reached behind me and unfastened the bra. I stood now over by the slid totally naked in the park in the middle of the city. Very well aware that if I was caught I could go to jail for indecent exposure at which time my father would punish me far worse than he had been of late.
He walked over to me with something white in his hand, I wasn’t sure but it looked like rope. “Lay down on the sliding board, “he said sternly. I did as he said it was cold and took my breath, but I knew to be quiet. He took the white think in his hand, it was indeed rope and he began to wind it very tightly around my body. He tied very tightly binding my tits so that I could hardly breathe. He walked back to the bag after he tied off my body so that I couldn’t move. The interesting thing was he only tied my upper body to the sliding board, the legs he left free. I suppose he wasn’t too worried I would kick him if he hurt me. He walked back to me with a ball gag in his hand he secured it in my mouth and fastened it behind my head. He had been to the sex toy store, it was obvious. I was the only girl he had ever been with so I know this was something he thought long and hard about before going to purchase these items.
He took his place between my legs, he began to gently stroke my slit, and it was smooth as I had freshly shaved it this morning as he liked it. Totally slick and smooth, he opened my legs and ran his fingers just along the inside of my lips, he parted them a little more each time until I could feel his fingertips flicking my clit each time. I felt my breath catch in my throat as the feeling sent chills down my spine; I could feel him getting hard against my leg that pressed into his cock. I felt something very hard and cold pushing into my tight little waiting hole. He pushed it in and I felt cold liquid pouring into my cunt. It was something bubbly, and it felt very cold, yet it turned me on. I felt him pull the bottle out and I felt his tongue begin to lap at the liquid, it foamed and bubbled, I assumed it must be some type of sparkling wine. When I felt the bottle enter me again, he began to fuck me harder with it, with each stroke the cold bubbles filled my pussy until it was running over. “Hold it,” he instructed. I tried hard to hold it, just as his face was between my legs I let lose all the bubbly coldness into his face and mouth. He came up from between my legs and kissed me on the top lip around the gag. He smells of champagne, I assumed that must be what he was fucking me with.
Pulling his cock out of his jeans he began to stroke it as he pulled hard at my nipples, they hurt from being bound so tight, when I heard a voice, I instantly froze, it was another man. Fuck was all that ran through my mind, I was naked tied to this slide, and my boyfriend has his cock in his hand and there is another man around, then I heard two more voices speaking low to my boyfriend. He had told one no loudly so I knew something was amiss. I was right, I heard my boyfriend become pissed, from the angle on the slide I could not see what was going one, or how many men were around me. I was in trouble and I knew it. I heard a scuffle and I was then aware of two men standing over me. My mind raced, as I felt one start to pull at my tightly bound tits. He pulled at the right one, and the other guy began to suck the left one. I was also aware of one between my legs starting to touch my pussy. They had to have knocked my boyfriend out for him to allow some men to touch me. The one between my legs had opened my pussy up and was banging his rough hand into my pussy two and then three fingers he fucked me hard, then I felt his cock I felt it brush over my slit, and then slip into me. The other two continued to suck and squeeze my tits. I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to see what was happening. Feeling it was enough. The guy between my legs had a small cock, and if I wasn’t gagged I would have told him so. He fucked me, and then I heard the other guy say something to him. He walked to the end of the slide where my pussy was being fucked, and he reached his hand between the guy and my pussy and began to finger my ass. The other guy chucked and pulled his dick out of my pussy and rammed my asshole, I inhaled sharply. He continued to fuck my asshole until he came in me. The other guy then stepped in and stuck his cock into my pussy. The other guy had his dick out and had begun to stroke it standing over me while he played with my nipples. The 2nd man had a bigger cock and he was far rougher than the 1st man. He fucked me hard never slowing until he pulled out and shot his load onto my little quivering mound. The 3rd man continued to jack off over my tits. Until he came all over my chest.
I knew that it was over, and perhaps my boyfriend would wake up and get me out. When I felt something cold between my legs yet once more. I was aware that an animal had been brought to my pussy I just wasn’t sure what kind, yes I had been fucked by the dogs and horses on the farm, however, I wasn’t sure what these guys had. It didn’t take me long to find out that they had a huge Great Dane with them. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen but I knew one thing, these dogs had huge fucking dicks, with even bigger knots to get hung up in me. I was in trouble, and I knew it. The dog got up with his paws on the slide, the other man at the end of the slide had the dogs dick guiding into my cum soaked pussy. He slid it in, and I knew what was happening was wrong but it felt good. I loved to fuck dogs, and I guess even though maybe I was being forced here it felt good. The man let go of the dog’s dick and let the dog begin to bang me hard. I felt his knot slam in, and I gasped again. He was cumming actually he was filling me up and it was pouring out with each pump. I lay with the dog knotted into me and the man pulling hard to get him out, it hurt and I was starting to scream around the gag. His huge knot was hung inside my cunt, hung under my pubic bone was my guess. Finally, it popped out. I came when it popped out, the guys watched as my pussy squirted and quivered. I lay panting on the slide and closed my eyes.
When I opened them my boyfriend was standing over me trying to pull the roped off, he was rubbing my head. “How was that for a surprise,” he asked. I was shocked, the ones that I thought were men, were his friends. He had planned the whole thing; I was shocked I told him. I asked him where the fuck he had been, he admitted to standing beside the tree jerking off while he watched his friends fuck me, and then dog. All I could think on the way home was just wait until Daddy got finished with him; he was going to be pissed. His baby girl wasn’t supposed to fuck anyone else but him and maybe the boyfriend occasionally.

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MY TEACHER THE TEASE Part 3

I woke to sun coming through my window and a raging boner. Today was the day, I hopped out of bed I ran a shower, grabbed a bowl of cereal and ran out the door with my camera safely in my backpack. As made the walk to school the sun was warming my face and I was feeling darn right good. I had the whole world going for me .I walked past miss Cs house and hoped she had seen the email.(she must have I had a feeling that today nothing would go against me)
Class started and by lunch I could hardly contain myself. I was sitting with my friends in the cafeteria when Miss C walked in. My jaw hit the floor she had seen my email and obeyed it. It must be her shift to supervise the cafeteria today. She was wearing a tiny red pencil skirt that clung to her ass like fuck, it stopped half way up her thigh and she wore black stockings that made my cock awake from its slumber. She had on a black cardigan and red stiletto heels. I think every guy in the cafeteria was in a complete daze of desire.
She walked in and retrieved a bowl of soup and sat alone at a table directly opposite me I could see her legs so perfectly from my seat that a groan must have escaped my mouth, before she even looked at her soup she checked her phone. No message. A look of pure relief came across her face. I knew I had her. She drank her soup slowly, I could see why she was shaking from nerves, her hand could hardly bring the soup to her mouth. I loved watching as her thick lips slip there way over the spoon. Fuck she had great blowjob lips and they only looked better as she was wearing clear lip gloss ,As the bell went to signify the end of lunch, she rose slowly pulled the short skirt down to hide the fact that she was wearing stockings not tights and walked away as her ass swayed from side to side. She returned her soup bowl to the line of dirty lunch trays. She then turned around and made direct eye contact with me after about 2 seconds her face went bright red and she dropped her gaze and walked to her next class.
I could not wait for last period to come around. As I struggled through the next three classes my mind was on one thing Miss C. I strolled into the class with a smile from ear to ear and my cock rose as I sat down and saw miss C standing there. I took out my phone and sent her a message “set a written exercise for the whole class x”
A moment later she looked at me with a puzzled look on her face, I just gave a look of conformation and as class started she gave out an exercise about the latest poet we would be doing and everyone in the class (bar me) started working with their heads down. Perfect I thought. I took out my phone and told her to sit up on her desk in front of me. I heard her chair get pushed along the floor and she rose and sat in front of me after two seconds she proceeded to cross her legs. As she did so I reached out and pushed them back apart .I saw a flash of red and knew she was wearing the red thong. As I looked closer you could clearly see where my cum had been as a large whitish mark was visible right at the entrance to her sweet pussy .My cock was hard as hell because I knew I had her in the palm of my hand.
I pulled out my phone and said “Spread those sexy legs wider” moments later I saw her eyes widen and she mouthed the word “fuck”, She looked at me then I watched as her mouth seemed to form into a smile, realising this she checked herself looked into my eyes and spread her legs so I could see all. Her black stockings went perfectly against her sallow skin the red see-through thong showed all, her hairless mound looked incredible as I could just see the top of her pussy. As she did this she seemed to be getting flustered and about thirty seconds later a small dark patch appeared on her panties. Holy Fuck she was wet. This tease actually loved every second of it .I pulled out my camera and set it to record and watched as she realised she was digging a bigger hole for herself
I pulled my phone out and gave her the instruction to turn around and bend over her desk.” pretend to be looking through a book and give that ass a wiggle” she saw me send the message and was already looking at her phone. She immediately hopped down happy to hide her crotch and slowly pushed out her ass and bent over till her tits were resting on the desk. She then began to slowly sway her huge butt from side to side. Her ass was gorgeous and I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks. I wanted to reach out and touch the smooth skin of her voluptuous ass. My cock was as hard as a diamond and Miss C knew this too. She gently lifted her tight skirt up a few inches and revealed almost all her ass and u could know clearly see the red thong which was deep between her ass cheeks. I was too horny to think and she was fucking loving this.
“Sit at your desk and take off that cardigan, I hope u remembered no bra.” She walked to her desk, sat down and began unbuttoning her cardigan. As each button came undone it was obvious that this shirt wasn’t going to leave much to the imagination. As the cardigan slid off her arms her perky tits and brown nipples were evident for all to see. Her brown nipples stood tall and proud and I knew that Miss C was enjoying this as much as me.
I grabbed my chair and paper and walked up to her desk my camera was taping it all “Ehh Miss C can u help me with this exercise” a few of my classmates laughed at my apparent stupidity, little did they know what was about to happen.
While pretending to show her my “problem” I looked at her and said quietly give me your panties.
“What? No I don’t mind having some fun but this is too far Carl” she said with a look of outrage.
“Ok Miss C, It would be such a shame for those videos to have to find themselves on the principal’s desk” I went to get up to complete the charade. She grabbed my hand and pulled me back into my seat. My boner was clearly visible through my pants, She had seen it how could she not. She checked to make sure the students were still working hard on the exercise then she reached up her skirt and slide down her panties. I was about to pop as my sexy English teacher sat beside me wearing a tiny skirt with stockings with no bra or panties on. She handed me the damp panties and I pocketed them. She looked a mixture of angry and turned on so I then asked her to help me with a problem I was having. I then unbuttoned my jeans and let my cock hang out for her to see. She gasped at the arrogance I possessed and she slowly moved her small hand out towards my cock.
“You love this” I whispered to her
“You have no idea” she replied then began to slowly stroke my member.
Being the gentleman I am I returned the favour and slowly slid my finger up towards her dripping Pussy, I began to slowly move inside her, as I did she responded by mouthing an o and trying not to alert the class ,I began to pick the pace up and added an extra finger to her now soaking wet vagina, she was struggling not to moan and she began to stroke my cock with more pace .She slowly moved her free hand up too her shirt covered breast she then started tweaking her hard nipple, if any of my classmates even lucked up it would be blatantly obvious that something wasn’t right.
As she stroked my cock with some skill her crotch began to respond to fingering and now her hips were rolling in my direction as her orgasm began to build. She tensed up and was biting her lip in attempt to not scream, she just about succeeded and as she came down from her orgasm she leaned over and let spit fall from her mouth onto my cock. This action alone had me ready to cum. I felt my balls tighten up and a massive spurt of cum shot into the air and landed on her hand, by the end her hand was covered in my cum. She reached out and took her panties from my pocket and used them as a tissue as she cleaned her hands and my shaft of all my fluid. She then proceeded to do the hottest thing I have ever seen as she slid the cum covered panties back on, she leaned over and said “I love the feeling of your jizz rubbing against my tight pussy.”
Moments later the bell went to signify the weekend. As the class filtered out to head home I watched as miss C fixed herself up .I was last out and as I was leaving miss C shouted “Hey Carl, have a good weekend. She then bent over and showed me her tight ass and pussy, she then grabbed the panties and pulled them to the side showing off her holes. ”fuck u are a tease” I said as I walked out. “See You Later Miss C”
“Bye Honey, I hope so”

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The Champion’s Companion 17

Mara walked into the Palace grounds confident the guards wouldn’t see through her disguise. Clean up of the massacre inside the Palace was taking a while, and continued into the night. Lights turned night to day and bustling servants in bloody livery rushed in and out cleaning and searching through her handiwork in the mess of the devastated Palace. The bodies under the sheets of the men who passed Mara’s blade lined across the ground to the right with small tents of other recovered items from the thrashed interior. For her, the smell of their blood and fear around her lit nose and fired her loins.
To the left, the Queen sat in metal plated hardened leather cavalry armor at a desk with her back to a huge white carriage that seemed ready to move out. She wanted to make a show of steady strength during the night of crisis as the city seemed under attack by ghostly violent enemies. Nobody needed to know it was all a plot by the Queen’s hand to retake control of the Crown from her foolish puppet husband.
Further back behind the Queen, several larger tents for the displaced nobles stood. Each had colored door flaps to denote their houses. In the far back near the south wing of the ravaged Palace, a five-pole tent for the royals stood with small pennants drooping from the points on top.
Mara eased in among the men amused at their fear and aroused by the mixing odors of semen she smelled. In her form, everyone ignored her as the King’s whore as she wandered over to stand in front of the Queen at her desk.
“What is it? Why do you disturb me?” The Queen asked firmly without looking up.
Mara could smell her fear dealing with what she thought was her husband’s concubine. It was amusing to Mara that she feared her savior.
“We are to see the King.” Mara announced.
Clenching her jaw, the Queen looked up at her. “Tell him I have not prepared the reports he needs yet.” The slender blonde said bitingly.
“We are to see the King.” Mara repeated stepping up against the Queen’s desk.
With a quiet sigh, Queen stood and fumbled for a shawl. Despite the plated leather armor the Queen wore, she was visibly uncomfortable in the presence of the form Mara represented.
The Queen walked in front leading the way winding through the tents huddled as if cold in the shawl as they walked to the tent of her evil husband. Across the wide dark street from the Palace, at least two people watched in the dark by a building corner.
“They are in.” A tall, hugely muscled, white haired Amazon said to a man shrouded in shadow.
Mara stepped in front of the Queen at the entranceway of the tent. Beyond them, a gauzy curtain hanging in front of them partially obscured a throne and lamps illuminating the central area of the tent. Only in a few areas could the grass of the palace grounds be seen poking up from heavy rugs and skins that lined the floor. Mara smelled blood distinctly nearby and wondered if the King was already dead.
A hand flitted aside the curtain in front of them waving them forward and they entered the middle room of the apartment sized tent.
Before them, the king stood over his bloodied son disheveled and looking terrorized. Advisors and other sycophants of the Crown stood along the edges of the room looking at the floor mostly.
“Monto!” The Queen screeched running to the boy and pulling him from the King’s grasp.
“You are here too Taris?” The King bellowed stepping back surprised.
The pale Queen turned and snarled at him holding her concussed child. “You ordered me here you drunk fool. What is it you sent Asmine to fetch me for?”
“Asmine?” The King looked up at Mara and his eye bulged. “Asmine! Praises, I thought you were taken by the guild.” He said nervously offering her a hug.
Mara moved to him slowly and started sobbing into his robes. “It was horrible Highness. The ravages of the castle, the arrest by the guild, and finally when the Guildhouse was attacked and burnt down. I saw the creatures that did all of it. The palace, the Guildhouse all of it.” Mara said sprouting tears and pushing herself into him in a tight embrace. Her right hand twitched behind him with the repressed urge to stab him.
“Tell me their names I order you!!” The King barked pulling her back to look at him.
Mara shut her eyes tightly to protect her secret and pleaded loudly. “Please sir! Mercy! There are assassins among us. Let me tell you the news where only your Highnesses can know. They’re among us. They will come take me again, but I can be safe with you Highness. I can tell you before they come for you too.”
The King pushed her down from him like trash as he suddenly became thoughtful. “Huh? That’s it huh? The conspiracy turns to me. Those old men were trying to get rid of me after all.” He muttered randomly.
Mara crawled back to him worming over the ground. “They know too much Highness. Please take me where it’s safe with you.” Mara pleaded pitifully from the floor tugging on his robe’s hem. “They know so much. They are among us even now. They are close Highness, I fear they watch us.”
The King’s mind internalized the paranoia as he tried to guess the identities of his enemies. In a frenzy, he looked up at the faces of his cowering sycophants for the traitor among them. “Yes, they… They are always trying to control me. They always were… Leave us!” He bellowed. “Be gone from here!”
The crowd of advisors left quietly. Finally, only the guards were left. “Why do you stay?” The King screeched waving an arm at them too. “Leave us immediately!” He turned expectantly to Mara after they left.
Mara stood and backed up. “I will tell you about your enemies and what I heard Highnesses.” She turned and dashed forward to clutch him tightly in a penetrating embrace.
“It is you.” She whispered in his ear and backed away turning to the stunned Queen who still held Prince Carthin. “Menthino’s activities here against the King and the guild have been completed Queen Di Sellis.” She reported flatly.
Behind her, the King was frozen in shock and paling as the poison wended its way through him. A dry gasp heaved from him after a moment, and with a groan, he shook and fell to the floor to lie still.
The Queen looked from him to Mara. “What happened?”
“You killed the king, with this.” Mara remarked, as if it was plain truth, dropping an obviously poisoned dagger to the blonde’s feet. “Perhaps it was by order, perhaps it was by your own hand. It will be as you declare.” She turned and stepped out leaving the Queen to consider the beginnings of a new future.
Like a scurrying shadow, Mara left quickly. She moved to the back of the tents into the shadows where no one could see her. With Kaarthen’s help, she felt the movements of energy that pulled her body back into her normal shape. Her breasts and hips grew, and her body shrunk until she was back to her curvy voluptuous stature at just under five feet tall. The wavy black glossy hair she worn straightened with a pop, and turned into a wavy blond as her skin lightened into a pale fair creaminess.
“Oi girlie what are you doing over here?” A gruff voice called from the shadows.
Since she was behind the tent, the lights of the Palace’s courtyard made deep shadows cloaking the areas around her. She found that across a streak of light on the ground a man sat laying back against the wall of the Palace several paces before her. He appeared to be a soldier resting, but also seemed drunk.
“It’s been a long day sir. I’ll be on my way.” Mara said turning and walking up the clear path to the interior and the exit.
“Oh no you don’t.” Said the man grabbing her. He tugged her arm pulling her out of the light and over onto him.
Once she was on him, the stench of brandy was on her. Brandy and cum, this man had something to offer her. She grew hungry as always with the scent of fresh cum.
“Now you’re just a servant. I’ve been watching you girlies go in and out helping those mucky-mucks but now old Jeffies wants a bit.” He said holding her tightly.
“Sir please,” Mara tried to sound small, scared, and soft like a young possibly virginal bond maiden. “I would give you my warm mouth and a soft suck to ease you if you were just more gentle.”
The straightforward offer made the man much more relaxed. “Oh glad to know, glad to know. I’ve been working hard. Here, give old Jeffies something for protecting you. They made me go in and fight the assassins that did this to the Palace. There were so many. I fought them hard I did in that bloody place.” The man excitedly pushed her down lower, and together they worked down his pants. “Now old Jeffies could use a gentle mouth on his… there you go.”
Mara crouched between his legs gobbling his thick cock. The monster organ was wider then both her small hands and a good seven inches long. Her small mouth had to gape to get it in. Her talented tongue tried to wrestle with the column as it pressed in and slid deeper. Mara switched tactics and used her small hands on his shaft and balls as she started bobbing deeper to take his length into her throat.
Her instinctive talent at bottomless deepthroating and her sexual hunger from being a former vampire sex slave helped her push the man to release a spectacular gushing load into her tight mouth. She sucked to continue his spending as thick gobs and spurts grew into a steady flow. Above her, the man cringed with intensity of the pleasure.
“Oi! that’s it girlie. That’s the thank you Jeffies needed.”
Mara’s small soft hands cupped and massaged the pulsing muscles under the balls stimulating more of the nutritious semen. The man above her was growing numb in his toes and fingers as the flow continue on what he thought was the best suck of his life. His balls started to ache with fatigue and emptiness as the flow continued non-stop. The mixed painful pleasure still made him bounce his hips instinctively into the deep warm sucking hole he blew himself in.
“Aurgh.” ‘Old Jeffies’ gasped weakly. He slowly started realizing he couldn’t move or speak anymore from weakness.
The pained sensation of pulsing grew to a feeling of pissing fire as his body forced out more globs of his essence. Below him, the girl continued to stroke his balls and milk his shaft as she bobbed on him.
Finally, after his last gasp, he keeled over and Mara stood over him checking the surrounding shadows for witnesses.
In her regular form, she was looked at, but not recognized and also not stopped, as the short bouncy blonde grabbed a pile of folded sheeting and headed out the Palace gates.
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Two days after the twin tragedies of the guild burning down with nearly all representatives and several major nobles present, and the palace massacre that killed nearly as many, the politics was getting back to normal. Recovered assets allowed the Crown to begin payments in valued currencies again. The destruction of the Palace at the hands of Kaarthen’s three ‘hands’ had oddly helped the economy of the restarting city because of the massive renovations needed. Having so many people nearby working in the Palace allowed the story of what was happening to their beloved Queen and beautiful city to get out. The city’s royal funeral was marred by the budding realization of what the people in charge of the guild had done.
The Queen had lavished as much attention on Marcos privately as her busy schedule allowed. During her days, she met with a seemingly endless schedule of leaders, and ambassadors from nearby cities. As a Queen in a mourning city trying to rebuild itself, she had to make a great many appearances in city and out among nearby towns in the valley. Accords were struck that were in the end going to be very beneficial to everyone, and especially profitable to the Crown.
To help her goal of solidarity and assist in spreading the wealth, the Sisterhood and Marcos advised the Queen to have coins and tax stamps produced bearing her face and flag. The prince was just about wrapped in the colors and ordered out to find the many villages and towns near and far. Once there, he was to make himself as visible as possible in those lands as the Crown prince of their country. As the Crown prince, he would also let his name and face be known and liberally spend money on charities, statues, festivals, and projects in the name of the Crown. However, despite how badly they needed the money, strict terms were written up for them to sign before any accounts were started by the prince.
During her nights, Marcos and Kaarthen entertained Queen Di Sellis in her apartments till the small hours. Marcos would usually keep her in bed while Kaarthen seemed to latch onto the hidden desires of the Queen and waited till Marcos was exhausted before bringing in Mara and licking the Queen’s royal, and utterly exhausted vessel.
Kaarthen gave her the son she wanted to carry. Musingly, she made sure he would be a very similar man in his adulthood to Marcos.
Not everything went smoothly, or as Marcos would have liked. He found himself in a dark green silk shirt and comfortable linen breeches speaking with the dusky skinned Duchess Perstavy in a meeting where he figured she would try to curry favor with him like so many others. Like other nobles stewing in self importance she honored herself and referred to herself as ‘we’ as though including the title she bore and all it represented. She sat seeming to slouch into her couch across from him in a modest sized wood paneled office of elegance. Her high-necked purple robe was a stylishly loose parody of Mara’s body sock. Marcos was furiously trying to understand what her enormous breasts were doing under her robe.
Not for the first time she tried shifting her body and throwing around her hands to break his wayward gaze. “Lord Panthi, the work you have done was excellent. We are able to keep a large hold on our cities allowing our dream of becoming a true country to continue.” The Duchess paused. “We are curious of the alliance mentioned between our two countries.”
“It was temporary.” Marcos said dismissively. He was bored of the parade of nobles coming along currying favor. He had become their new flavor of interest in the city.
The Duchess wasn’t making it easy for him to be a gentleman. This meeting was dragging on for what felt like hours as she for all intents and purposes tried to interrogate him. Visions of her naked made it difficult for him to listen as she continued. “Well, we are curious also how we can avoid losing our trade relationship.”
Marcos sat up aggressively. “I can take care of it by my report. If, I am pleased here.”
The Duchess seemed confused. “Are we not in a better more stable situation?”
“Not Sellis. You will satisfy me. Here.” Marcos said opening his legs wide revealing his straining member.
She blushed under her deep tan and leaned back. “I think you should leave. You are not a good representative for your countries needs.”
“I am,” He hissed. “And you will serve them as I tell you.”
The Duchess panicked a little confused and stood trying to tower over him. “How dare you! I’ll have the guards take you out of here at once.” She said pointing a bejeweled hand to the door.
Marcos hopped the half pace to her handily, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to him closely like they were about to waltz. “Too late.”
“Unhand me.” She immediately fought pushing him away and they tumbled off the end table into the wall where Marcos turned her around, and pinned her from behind. “Argh. I am the Head of house for the… Argh.” Marcos shoved her harder to the wall and rode his crotch into the plump brunette’s ass.
He spoke to her ear. “I don’t care. You will serve me now. You will start with your body and slack my lusts like a good noble woman.”
Marcos had recently found out that noble woman in this area use themselves to ensure their male children don’t defile their siblings or breed off of available women in the estate. The practice is to ensure the protection of their sister’s honor and virginity, and the all important control of the blood line. Usually, the women use their ass to take their sons as they grow older until they leave to get married.
“I…I won’t do that with you. Please don’t…I can’t.” She pleaded blushing hard.
Marcos leaned into her ear smelling her wavy black hair. “Yes. You will now show me where you will take my hard needs.” She froze and turned away as he grinded his obvious hardness into her pillowy ass. “Show me! You think the Queen will like your name being the reason the deal falls apart?”
She panicked. “You can’t do this.” Marcos twisted her arm savagely. “Okay, Okay I will do it for my family name and my Queen.”
She slowly lifted her robe. Her deeply tanned thick shapely legs he remembered were revealed in a teasingly slow pace. Under the long robe, she wore no under clothes and her wide round ass was naked for him.
Marcos pulled apart the dark crack and saw her bruised asshole. It looked more fitting on a bar whore. “That’s right you’ll do it for me. Look at your beaten hole, you sow. How many sons have you had to satisfy with it?”
She wagged her hips uselessly at his words. “…Oh don’t do this.” She pleaded.
“Answer me! You whore. You’ll do the Crown some good if you obey.” Marcos shouted.
“Three.” She said quietly.
When she turned to look at him be jowls beckoned him to take a bite but he resisted. “Three, Master.” Marcos demanded.
“What how dare you? I am the…” She tried pushing off the wall to fight again. They wrestled and fell to the floor. Once Marcos was atop her, his gauntlet tore her robe to shreds revealing her massive breasts looking like a pair head sized eyes staring back in stunned surprise. They jiggled and flopped as she fought on her back bravely. “Get off! How dare you.” She foolishly demanded.
“Silence. You serve me now.” Marcos eased up over her and looked from her massive brown nippled breasts along her dark body to her pudgy hairless pussy. “You’re wet for this.” Her chubby thighs were rubbing together wetly and the whole of her hips and crotch glistened.
He fingered her sopping hole finding it extremely wet and tight with a quality of a yielding cushion rather than muscular tightness. He knew from experience she wouldn’t get loose with a prize pussy like that and worked his knees into her thighs.
“Stop please. My family is very fertile. The women are always like this. Please just…” She pleaded impotently. She already knew she was lost completely. She watched him scramble to lower his pants. When he lowered his cock and his balls the size of small apples for her to see, she stared down in fear at them.
“You call me by title or you’ll be sorry with the rest of this city.” He leaned in lining himself up. Unconsciously, she tilted back her hips and aligned herself to him. “Now take this cock.” He said pushing into her.
Her pussy was amazingly tight and very hot and wet. She was a close second to Kaarthen’s amazing massaging pussy. Its softness was resistant like a new plush stuffed winter glove that he could slide into. Initially it stretched only slightly, and his cock and balls were left out to be coddled by the crevice of her warm thighs and buns. “Aaah MMmilord… Please not my…Please use my ass.”
Under him, she closed her eyes and turned away her face as she fucked back into him without restraint. She moaned and wheezed loudly, as he demanded more of her body for his cock’s recreation.
“What was that?” Marcos asked speeding up into her. Instinctively her knees spread wider as he sped up and plundered her convulsing core.
She gasped at his fast deep thrusts and tried to holdout as her pussy told him of her nearing climax. Loudly, she babbled as her pussy collapsed and twitched around him in a gushing orgasm. “Please. Ahhh…oh..Arrrgh use my ass.”
“What was that?!” Marcos repeated heaving into her with his entire ten-inch cock. Now that she came, her pussy had become greedy for more. Instinctively, it worked him grasping as he pulled back and tightening as invaded. Their hips met as he slam fucked her underneath him and the sound of wet sloshing and slapping filled the room.
“Please… use my ass.” She gasped quickly between breaths.
Marcos leaned in and paused moving his cock in circles around her. “Stupid bitch. I wanna cum. You did, now it’s my turn. Let’s cum together bitch.” He sped back up thrusting her hole with wet slaps.
Under him, signs of her arousal were coating him from thighs to belly button. Her hips rose to him perfectly and her legs spread out with her knees almost to her armpits. As he thrust in, her mushy hole even tried to take in his flopping balls. Deep inside her, Marcos was battering into, and sliding along against her cervix.
“Mmmmnn…. Nnnoo I Ple….” She pleaded. She looked at him furtively several times before falling back with her eyes closed.
Marcos knew she was trying to hold onto her sanity, but it was being nudged away as his cock kissed her cervix and slid across it neighborly.
“Bitch, you never say ‘no’ to your master!” Marcos shouted
“Please… I’ll be…. with child.” She pleaded between his thrusts.
“You better ask nice quickly.” Marcos’ cock was giving him the nagging intense burn starting in his root and working up to his sensitive head as his massive cock swelled deep within her.
She felt it coming, her eyes burst open, and her arms snapped around his back. “Mmaster please…Use…Ah aahhH MY AAHhh!”
The Duchess’ movements belied her horny base desires for his cum. Her hips raised off the floor then angled to point him into her furthest reaches. As they moved together, her splashing pussy opened for him and his cock pushed along and grinded hard along the cervix. Her legs snapped in as he slid further then they wound around him locking together. With no retreat available, Marcos pushed in further what little he could with his toes.
Her wall stayed firm but in the last moment as she felt his rising spunk, her instincts flattened her hips and gave him a direct shot for one more slam. Without any pause he backed out slightly and raised onto his hands and toes as he trucked into her. As his cockhead pushed through her cervical gate, his spurts flew out in a thick steam, pooled into her womb, and he clamped around her and bit down onto her shoulder as his body seized her tight.
They remained locked tightly as she climaxed under him in waves drawn out by the force of his jet of hot cum and the oddly pleasurable pain of his bite. For almost a full minute, his balls continued to spew into her with pronounced pulses that rhythmically poured out into her uterus as she twitched and writhed her upper body. The moment of frenzied passion passed and they both breathed hard eye to eye, as her body facilitated proper joining and his carried out its transfer. Both lovers were mostly unconscious of how they worked together at the lowest levels for a successful mating.
“Yes bitch, yes, you are mine. Your Master is pleased.” He said keeping tightly locked into her as his upper body raised up to empty himself.
Below him, she covered her face in her hands and he could feel her sobs pushing along his length. “Quit crying.” Marcos barked stroking her softly with his re-hardening cock. “Say, ‘Thank you Master’.”
“I.. I can’t I..” She protested.
“Say ‘thank you’ bitch.” Marcos said leaning into her face giving her one last chance.
She felt his fully re-hardened cock pushing into her now menacingly. “You? Are you going to…”
Marcos roughly pulled out from her and flipped her over. Instantly he was on her as she scrambled. In the confusion, she raised her hips as she tried to move away and felt him slide over her. As she turned back feeling his weight on her and his cock wandering her backside, she found out his intentions. “NnnOO!”
Marcos skewered her ass roughly, and slid deeply into her with half of his cock. His shrugging thrusts pushed in bursts as he tunneled down into her. She tried to lower herself and laid flat under the onslaught. Her pillowy ass and thick thighs worked against her and eased Marcos’ domination of her. Once seated fully, he turned her face away from him callously, and started to ass rape her fiercely.
“You…Are…The…Stupidest…Bitch…I…Have…Ever.” Marcos said as he dropped into her with hard brutal thrusts. Her well-used ass took his wet cock easily, though he could tell it had been awhile for her.
Under him, she tried swimming away. Her arms searched blindly for handholds to deliver her from him. “Please… Master…Mercy.” She wheezed.
“Say it again.” He growled.
Sobbing she turned to him, “PuH..Lezz..Mas…ter…Please.” She pleaded pitifully.
Marcos stopped and got off her, and pulled her up onto her feet. “Come here.”
He brought her around and dropped her onto the couch she had sat in earlier. He got naked next to her and then mounted.
As Marcos moved atop her, she pleaded weakly again but popped open her legs for him. “Oh Please. Master.”
He lined his cock up and pushed into her wet canal slowly. Her pussy had swollen to become tighter but he gave her no quarter. Her wetted pussy guided his rod deep into her. Her soft body was remarkably hot and sweaty from his exertions.
“Oh not again…” She moaned as he began to thrust her.
He played with her giant breasts moving between the two as he gave her a much smoother ride building up to a mutual orgasm. He rested a moment deep inside her after loading her up. He dozed lightly between and on top of the cushions of her body. The sweet scent of her aroused body was a natural musk that put him at ease. Under him, the Duchess had embraced him and seemed to be half asleep.
His cock hardened again in her inviting body and Marcos rose and pushed into her in another demanding rhythm. Under him, she wrapped her hands around his back and clung to him with her eyes closed. Her body naturally made the movements needed for them to arrive at another timely orgasm where he could again spatter her walls with more thick cream.
She pleaded again when she felt him already spurting into her for a third time. Marcos knew it was all just theater. “Oh OH.. Master, take it out! I’m… Ohhh! Argghh.” She said breaking down as her climax ruled her. The feeling of his forceful shots made her body tighten around him. He let his cock drain and the cum soak within her fertile body as his cock kept it all with her deepest point.
Marcos enjoyed the quiet moment of post coital bonding sucking her nipples. “You did well. Never forget.” He said quietly and stood.
“Oh, by the way, before I forget hold still.” Marcos said and plucked a hair from her head.
He dressed and left quietly. Back in the office, the Duchess Clarin Perstavy slept undisturbed with her legs wide displaying Marcos’ frothy mess coating her crotch and thighs. Her pussy reflexively tightened and swelled shut sealing itself tightly.

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Grey Monday

A grey Monday morning. I’m sat – no, I’m slumped – behind the desk in my office. I look wearily at the clock. Only 10 o’clock – far too early to slip out for a coffee. The boss is strict and she’s been picking at me for a while. I’ll keep the blinds on the partition shut and only leave the room to use the copier today. Christ, I’m 34 years old and I’m scared of my boss! It’s warm inside my grey office cocoon, but I can see the cold rain spattering the floor to ceiling window. Rain falling from the grey sky onto the grey streets far below.
My computer screen isn’t grey. It’s a piercing white rectangle that’s too close to my eyes. I can’t focus on the numbers. Shouldn’t have drank yesterday. Shouldn’t be drinking alone any day. I’ve been drinking alone for 6 months, since my marriage ended and I decided to follow a job here, halfway across the country. No real friends here – people in the office are jerks. People in my local bar are jerks. Maybe I’m the jerk, I smile.
My phone buzzes, a shaft of sound piercing my ear. I pick up. “Work experience is here,” the receptionist chirps. “Been told she’s yours this morning. Sending her through now.” I put the phone down and huff. I can’t remember being asked to chaperone some kid for the morning. I should probably pay more attention. Or read my emails once in a while.
I hear the knock on the door. It’s open before I can speak and a dark blonde head appears. A striking, confident face grins at me. “Am I in the right place?” She’s cheerful. Large hazel eyes hold their gaze on mine from behind black-framed glasses. I wave her in. “I’m afraid you are. Close the door behind you.” My voice is gruff. I force a smile. She isn’t a kid. She’s an assured looking young woman in heels and a smart black pencil skirt. She grins again. “I know, I know. I’m a bit old for work experience. I’m 22. It’s embarrassing really. Your boss is my aunt. My Daddy thinks I need to get up a little earlier in the morning so he’s making me come here for the week. I’m Heather, by the way.” I stand up and shake her extended hand. Her grip lingers a little. Her eyes are still fixed on me.
“I’m gonna level with you, Heather. I’ve got a bad case of the Mondays. And a hangover. And I don’t really like my job. Or this town. In fact, I’m probably the worst example for you to follow in this entire fucking office.” She laughs. “I’m being serious. Really, I am. What do you want to learn about?” She’s still laughing. She’s wearing a tight black vest underneath her green cardigan. Her tits are large, I think. I catch a glimpse of a scarlet lacy strap as the laughter shakes her chest. Her eyes catch mine on the way back up to her face. She stops. “I don’t know,” she says. “I’d like to learn how much you like heels and suspenders.” I look her up and down. She begins unbuttoning her cardigan, slowly. “Something about these clothes makes me feel so naughty. Do they make you feel naughty?” Her hands move over her ample chest, pushing those large tits together. I see another flash of scarlet.
My mouth turns a little dry. I say nothing. I haven’t had a woman for 6 months. She’s gyrating in front of me. She bends over and backs up into me, grinding her ass against my crotch. I move a hand to her waist and she turns around. He teeth bite at my lip and then her tongue fills my mouth. I’m rock hard as her hand deftly unzips me and I spring out. “You’re so hard for me. So fucking hard!” She’s whispering in my ear now. “I want you inside of me. You want to fill my pussy up in your office, huh?”
I need no second invitation. Her warm hand in running up and down the length of me and I’m not lasting very long. We change places and she bends over the desk. Arches her back. I quietly lock my door. The skirt is bunched up around her waist. She is wearing suspenders. She isn’t wearing panties. Her bald pussy is visibly wet. I don’t even take off my trousers. I just push myself right into her slit. My cock looks huge as I push into her – of course it does, it’s been six months! I slowly slide into her. “You’re very tight,” I gasp. “I haven’t done this for 6 months.” I don’t know why I’m telling her this. She giggles. I withdraw half-way and slowly slide in again. My shaft is wet from her. My balls ache as they press against her smooth flesh. I’m on the verge of cumming already.
I pull out just in time, my breath rattling in my throat. She looks concerned, but realises what’s going on when she sees the bead of cum on the end of me. She’s on her knees in a flash, shoulder straps under her arms, those large tits on display. I reach down to touch them but I’m stopped by her soft, damp tongue. It laps the cum off me like milk. Then I’m in her mouth. It’s warm in there. I could stay there for a while. Her pink lips are moving down my wet shaft. Her tongue strokes the underneath. She’s tasting herself on me. I’m touching the back of her throat but she pushes a little further until my balls are on her chin, and she holds it. And holds it. Moves her head slightly. I’m on the brink. I can hear her breathing through her nose. He eyes are looking up at me.
Her mouth releases its grip on me and she pulls the trigger with two slow strokes of her hand. I’m cumming. One dry spasm and then I erupt. 6 months of boredom and loneliness and frustration is released. I’m resting on her chin and bottom lip as I’m cumming. One. The boredom jumps up onto her cheek and upper lip. Two. The loneliness floods into her open mouth and gushes over her tongue. Three. Four. Five. The frustration overflows and runs down her neck. Seven. Eight. Nine. Whatever’s left sprays onto those large tits. I have to concentrate to keep my legs holding me upright. She swallows and smiles at me.
Still hard, I coax her up with a gentle hand in her hair. She perches on the edge of the desk and I enter her with one of her long legs wrapped around my waste, pulling me into her. She still has my cum on one side of her face and down her neck and on her heaving chest. She sees me looking at it and murmurs. “I’m so naughty, aren’t I? Letting a stranger fuck me with his cum all over me.” I make a noise which is meant to sound like agreement. Our flesh is meeting with a dull slap. I can hear my heart pumping. I’m deep inside her, stretching her out, and it’s too much. I’m tingling after cumming. I pull out of her and kneel before her, putting my face between her legs. I work two fingers inside her and my tongue meets her clit.
She stifles a cry and I can feel her gripping my fingers. I savour the taste of her. Savour the scent. It’s been 6 months. Her heels are on the desk. My desk. I apply more pressure with my tongue and when I pull away to look up she’s red in the face. My cum on her cheek is liquifying slightly. She’s rubbing some on those tits. The skin at the top of her chest is red as well. Her nipples are hard darker points on her tanned skin. Her hand grips my hair and pushes me back to her clit. I suck and lap and she’s cumming silently, pulling at my hair. Air rushes in and out of her lungs and her chest heaves.
I stand and she remains on my desk. We don’t talk. She’s too limp and spent for that. I’m ready again now. I force my way back into her. I have to force myself in because I’m hard and big and she’s very tight now. Her legs are spread for me and I set a good pace. I need to cum again and I don’t want to wait. She reaches a hand down and grips the base of my shaft, but she’s so wet that she can’t get a grip. Her hand stays there anyway, adding to my sensations. She’s biting her lip. She whispers to me, begging me to cum inside her. Everything tightens, and then the true release I’ve been waiting for. I discover that after 6 months, a second time doesn’t diminish volume. At all. As she feels my first shot she gasps. Her body tenses. I’m half way inside her and when I look down I can see my spasms. I grunt as I feel my spurts slow and diminish, and slide in as far as I can.
There’s a slight awkwardness as I withdraw. I find her some paper towels from the dusty cupboard in the corner. She leaves the room and goes to the bathroom. Sweat stings my eyes. I’ve gathered myself by the time she gets back. She walks in and you’d never guess what she’d just done. “Better?” she smiles. “Cum makes me thirsty. You can buy me a coffee.” We leave and spend 30 minutes making small talk.
We’re in the lift back up. She’s all over me and I’m ready to go again. We’re in my office and I’m sitting in my chair. She’s kneeling in front of me and my balls are in her mouth. She sucks each one until I feel a sharp stab of pain, but she knows just when to release and it’s heaven. Her tongue and lips work me over from the base to the tip and back again. And again. I’m desperate to be in her mouth again, and she knows it. Takes all of me in, sucks hard. She’s working the head over and the veins are standing out. She stands, naked now except for the stockings and suspenders. Her back’s to me and warmth and wetness is lowered onto me. Those slim legs must be strong because she’s moving using them, a soft hourglass figure gliding up and down me. We’re both silent. I can see her gripping me, clinging to me as she rises and falls.
When she knows I’m nearly there she shifts again. She kneels in front of me. I’m back in her mouth again, much wetter this time. She makes sure those perfect tits are wet as well and wraps them around my cock. She’s doing all the work and you can see it in her face. I feel the build up, that bubbling rising feeling, and I’m cumming again. She directs me and I spray all over her, a pearl necklace. A fleeting thought – I’ll buy her a real one after this. Stupid man. My door opens. I’m still leaking onto her chest as my boss walks in. They look at each other and I know it’s a set up.
Part 2 forthcoming…

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The Boy Who Lived Down The Street(Part Nine)

Ok, so I asked for your opinion on how to finsh this part to whether tell you what she says or to have them have sex but no answered so if you don’t like the end of this part then I’m sorry. And thank again for all the nice comments you guys left me, and thier is one more part to this story and then thats it I won’t continue it because I already have another story I want to start putting up here. Hope you enjoy this part (: