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Life as a boy/girl part 3

Chapter 3
I awake in the morning my ass burning. I turn around to see an empty spot in the bed. I sigh and sit up in the bed by myself. I hear the shower water running and look at the calendar on the wall.
“Today’s Friday….”
I throw the comfort off of me, stand up, and start stretching. I see my pants and boxers on the floor. I blush and pick them up quickly before Richard comes back out and put them on. I sit on the bed and give a sleepy yawn. I shake my head not believing I let him do that last night to me. I sigh and wait for Rich to get out. The water turns off a couple of minutes later and out walks a white muscular boy towel wrapped around his waist. He sees me sitting there and says, “Morning baby.”
I roll my eyes and ask, “Why does my ass burn?”
He just smiles and says, “I might tell you after breakfast.”
Since I already know I won’t win the argument I grab some clothes out of the closet and go into the bathroom. I check the hot water with the sink and find there is still some left. I set up my shower and take off my pants and boxers. I see Richard’s phone on the bathroom stand above the toilet in between the shower and sink. I grab it and yell out, “Rich! Your phone is in here!”
I leave it on the counter by the sink and get into the shower. I grab my wash white rag, the dawn soap, and begin bathing. I hear the door open and I say, “Your phone by the sink.”
The shower curtains open up and I cover up my junk and ask, “What do you want!?”
Rich stands there smiling and asks, “When you coming to fix breakfast.”
I push him to the best of my abilities with my left arm and say, “You’re so lazy.”
“Can’t be helped but yea its six thirty.”
I look at him like he’s crazy. It’s been a long while since I woke up later than I usually do. Today was going to be something other than ordinary.
“Alright alright hurry up and get out so I can bathe.” I say closing the curtains.
“Why can’t I stay and help.” He says in a suggestive tone.
“Yea right.” I say waiting for him to leave.
I hear him go humph than the door opens and closes letting me know he has left the bathroom. I sigh and say, “I wonder about that boy I truly do.”
I resume the cleaning of myself in a hurried pace now. I turn off the water after washing off the last bit of sods and quickly dry off. I put on my stripped white and blue boxers, a black t-shirt with a monkey licking an electric outlet with words under it saying stupid monkey, and loosing fitting blue jeans. I run out of the bathroom, turning out the light in both the bathroom and bed room, and head down stairs to quick something real quick. I run into the kitchen to see Rich watching T.V. in the living room. I sigh and look at the microwave clock that reads… five fifty. I’m a kill his ass but for now I grab some toast and put it in the toaster as I get a pan and some butter. I check also for eggs and fine that I have enough but need to go grocery shopping later today. I turn on the stove and start burning down the butter moving it around me with a flipper, as I like to call it, and check our spices. We have enough for the type of eggs everyone in this house like to eat. The toast pops out and I get a paper plate to put it on before putting in two more pieces. I grab the eggs and a pink bowl from the cabinet above the stove and begin cracking the eggs into the bowl. I grab some salt and pepper and sprinkle that in there.
“Whoa!” I hear Richard yell out.
“What is it?” I ask hoping he didn’t yell that for no reason.
“There’s a major storm heading our way!”
“Where from?” I ask now interested.
“The coast below us.”
I sigh as I pour the well-seasoned eggs into the pan, after whisking them of course, and wonder how school will go. I think about Eric and smile to myself. I hope to one day be just like him just less emo. The toast pop out knocking me out of my day dreaming. I sigh and do the toast again before turning my attention to the jelly. We have strawberry jelly, grape jelly, and blackberry jelly. I nod my head at the fridge satisfied with what is in it. I yawn as I close the fresh making a cool breeze roll over me. I finish up cooking at six twenty as his parents come down. There’s enough for everybody so we sit down and eat real quick.
“Great eggs as always dear.” His mom says.
I smile at her complement and say, “Thank you.”
We finish up eating and Rich’s parents leave for work. Well I guess home early to work early than.
“Okay well you tell me why now?” I ask the burning already gone.
“I don’t know if I should really.” He says walking into the living room where he grabs his backpack.
“What!? You better!” I say jumping on his back.
He puts me on his right shoulder easily and says, “Getting a little rascally there.”
“Oh whatever now put me down!” I say pounding on his chest.
“Hmmm. I don’t know I kind of like ya on my shoulder.”
“Come on and tell me why my ass was burning this morning.”
He snickers to himself and says, “What will you do for me?”
“Nothing.” I say matter of factly.
He swats me on my ass and says, “Well that not good.”
It stings a little bit but I take it and say, “Come on don’t be like this. I call this sexual harassment.”
He swats me again and says, “If you call this sexual harassment than I should show you what it really it.”
“No! Please don’t!”
He swats me again and says, “But if I don’t show you you’ll never be able to learn.”
I roll my eyes and say, “You know what forget I ever asked just put me down.”
He swats me again and I start to feel that burning sensation from before. Oh…. My…. God…
“Did you!”
He laughs a little bit and says, “Maybe!”
He swats me again a bit harder and it makes me jump. If I ever get bigger than him I will pay him back for this. He carries me into the kitchen and set me down on the kitchen table.
“There you go my lady.”
“One of these days karma going to beat the shit out of you.” I say glaring at him as best as I can.
“Heh even when you’re trying to glare and scold you still look a beautiful as ever.” He says swatting my right leg playfully.
I sigh and hop down off the table and head grab my backpack from the corner of the kitchen. I look at the microwave which reads six fifty five.
“Alright let’s head out.”
Rich is the first out the door as always and I’m close behind afterward. I made sure to lock the door behind us. I feel the keys jingling in my pocket so I know we’re good. I sit in the front of the bus as always and go into the homeroom as always the only thing is I’m not by myself anymore. Eric sits by me in homeroom.
“Thanks again for yesterday.” I say pulling out a pencil and my sketchbook.
“It nothing but you should learn how to defend yourself a little. I always won’t be there for ya.”
“Yea I know.”
The teacher walks in with a tight shirt on showing off a lot of cleavage and a tight skirt that stops above her knees. Most of the guy’s jaws drop at the sight of this and I notice how Eric seemed to react bewildered when she walked in too. I feel a tingling in my chest and wonder what it is.
“Okay class role call!” She says in her lovely voice.
We all say here and I and Eric start a conversation about the school and life outside of school before the first bell rings. I sigh realizing I and he don’t have the first period together but we do 2nd and 3rd. I sit down in the in my language class in the middle part of class since it my assigned seat. We learn about poem and stuff like that but I barely pay attention and just start drawing. The class ends without a hitch and I head to P.E. I see Eric where I usually dress up and I feel my heart skip a beat. I probably looked puzzled as I walked over there because he asks me, “What is it?”
I shake my head and start to get undressed and redressed in P.E clothes.
“So I’m guessing you like the school?” I ask walking out into the gym.
He shrugs his shoulder and says, “A little.”
“What do you like about it?” I ask standing first in the five lines to run.
He smiles and says pushing me a little, “You of course.”
I feel my heart skip a beat when he says this but I don’t know why it did. The coach blows his whistle and I bolt off towards the other end of the huge gym. I’m the third one there behind Jason Longwick and Eric. Eric came in first because he’s as fast as lightning. I stand in the back next to him huffing and puffing while he stands there not even breaking a sweat. I notice he has that same look he had yesterday.
“What is it?” I ask him bent over butt pressed against the wall and hands on my knees.
He looks at me confused and I say, “You look sad like yesterday.”
He does a Sasuke smile and says, “I’ve always looked like this. It’s the face of someone who’s gone through hell.”
I shiver when he says that. Something about his words just put a certain pressure on me that I just can’t explain. I stare at his face for a while as he watches the other guys and girls run. I stand up straight up against the wall to notice that a couple of the guys were snickering. I look around and realize what their snickering about. The class most matured woman what doing a jog and her, probably, f cup tits are bouncing all over the place and her shirt that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. I notice the coach staring also.
“Humph, pervs.” I say looking at the floor.
Though I wouldn’t mind staring at tits as much as the next person but gigantic tits like those are just in human in nature. I lean back down like I was just a moment ago and glance at Eric to notice he isn’t looking either but instead he seemed to be looking at… the wall behind us? I pay no attention to it as the coach tells us to run backward this time. I just pray I don’t trip over myself like last time. We start moving down the line and chatting too. Sometimes I would pretend to be looking away somewhere else and notice him glancing somewhere towards the side I’m on. It comes up to us to run backward so I turn around and get ready. The whistles blows and we take off. I make it the other side but as I get there some jerk thought it would be funny to trip me up. I move my right foot back and fall backward slamming the back of my head into the floor. Everything just goes black than.
A/N Well the third part took me a good well but he it is.

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Fantasy

Harry Potter Loves You Part 7

Part 7 Bank and Burrow
Harry woke to the aroma of an aroused woman, feeling a warm mouth around his erect member, opened his eyes and saw his wife’s beautiful vulva in front of his face, he gently attacked it. Savoring it’s taste.
Ginny was stilling talking with her mother. Hermione said she was going to check on Harry. Finding him asleep dropped her robe, pull his pants down and slipped him into her mouth as she lower her wet vagina to his face. He barely licked her and she came, covering him with her juices. Harry moaned and began lapping her nectar like a man drying of thirst who found a oasis. She came twice more before he did. She swallow greedily the first few spurts but held the last couple in her mouth, savoring his taste.
Ginny walked in “Hermione, mums about to le… you hussy” giggling. Hermione raised off Harry grabbed Ginny and kissed her sharing Harry as she did her earlier. She rose as they kissed, they broke, she grabbed her robe swallowed “you were saying” she put on her robe.
Ginny swallowed “huh, oh mums leaving wants to say good night, Goddess he tastes good” they walked out, Harry grinned ear to ear. After Molly left he was attacked.
Two Weeks had pasted since that evening Molly found Ginny was going to marry Harry and Hermione.
Two wonderful weeks, they made love in the morning, the day was mixed in quickies, munching and shags, with snogging thrown in. Of course they didn’t make love all the time.
They did make trips to The Burrow, visiting with Molly and Arthur, which however did seem to involve a few quickies upstairs and there was that once down by the stream. Harry swears Molly heard Ginny scream as he filled her, then later Hermione screams, she sure gave them a funny look, then shook her head, when they returned from their three hour walk, famished.
Early bed time was a love battle about half the time, they were all winners. Ginny and Hermione still woke sore, from time to time. Harry did his thing and the loving commenced once again, sometimes, more than not.
They made trips to London, Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade for shopping, visiting, site seeing. And of course there was the visit to Gringotts. The Prophet managed to take a few pictures, of their outings, which made the Ministry happy, The heroes were in the public eye.
The Trip to Gringotts was magnificent, they made plans to spend the day in the main vault. Dobby would bring in refreshments from time to time, including lunch, After all he had access to the vault, as he was bond to the Potter house. Upon arriving to the vault, Ginny went to the gem chests and was having way too much fun, Harry though laughingly, Hermione to the Books, she was beaming, He was going check the old Parchments and just generally look around. Hermione was soaking wet after a short time going from one unknown tome to another, they were so old, she squealed and cried. Harry walking by her, was grabbed thrown down on a loveseat, clothes vanished, her mouth harden him and inside Hermione, she riding him hard, before he realized what hit him. She came three times, Harry hadn’t.
A temporary satiated nude Hermione was back up in book heaven, leaving Harry with a still almost painful stiff cock, as she was back pulling one book after another off the shelves giggling and moaning. He shook his head smiling at her, ’more trips to the vault needed’ he thought, as he started to stand up, a completely nude Ginny, save a ring or two on each finger, several necklaces around the neck, twenty or so bracelets, three or four jeweled belts draping off her hips, two tiaras and ten or twelve hat pins and a huge smile approached, she would have looked like a little girl playing dress-up in her mother room, if it weren’t for she was most assuredly a woman, a beautiful sexy woman. She pushed him back and wrapped her hand around him and guided him slowly into her, she had four orgasms, she cooed and told him of her love, all the while he licked, nibble, sucked and even lightly bit her nipples back and forth between them mixed in with kissed both nipples and mouth, his hands running amuck over her before he exploded deep inside her.
She laid on him and as Harry nibbled on her ear, he felt what had to be a tongue lapping their mixed juices from his testicles. Instead of going soft, he got harder, Ginny moaned, as Hermione licked their joining, Harry slowly raised Ginny off him and Hermione cleaned him. When he popped out, Ginny moved to the side, Hermione took Harry in hand and sat down guiding him once more inside her, they kissed, she began rocking slowly on her husband‘s cock, Ginny kissed them. Hermione broke their kiss, raised up turned away from Harry, guided him back in, pulled Ginny up and to her, bent slightly to get to her core and began making love to the both of them. Ginny’s knee finally gave way after four orgasms and multiple screams she collapsed, barely landing on the loveseat next Harry, Hermione after her four she had while eating Ginny, then three more ‘God I love him’, she sighed to herself, before Harry erupted inside her, He filled her with that wonderful nearly burning seed he did that first night with Ginny, her pussy spasmed, milking and sucking Harry into her, she screamed in pleasure so loud. “ GOD YESsss HHARRRYYEEEEEE!!! Harry was expecting the bank guards any second, surely they hear her in the main lobby.
A few minutes later Harry panting said “What we need, is more trips to the bank” both women moaned or was it purred.
Needless to say, Hermione didn’t get thru all the books that day and if wasn’t for Harry’s magical healing hands, two women may have crawled out the bank. Harry praised Hermione for having several soothing potions, in her bottomless hand bag, which was now carrying more books than before. Ginny decided she needed to get one of those.
There were times Harry was by himself talking to old friends or buying something special for his ladies or sitting in The Leaky Cauldron, sometimes Tom would join him.
Of course Hermione and Ginny were almost inseparable and made the rounds of shops and such.
One such times Harry sat by himself in the Leaky Caldron watching the fire flicker, drinking his butterbeer, Ginny and Hermione were off visiting their old girl friends. Ginny was going to ask Susan and Luna to be her bridesmaids, of course they said yes.
Harry was just finishing his drink when in walked Neville, Harry invited him to join him, ordering a round, Lee joined them shortly, they sat for hours talking, catching up on this and that.
Neville and Lee hadn’t seen Hermione or Ginny for some time. And when the two visionary sparkling lovelies’ walked in, both just stared.
“Hi boys” Ginny purred. The guys fell over themselves making room for her, but she walked around to sit on the other side placing Harry between Her and Hermione, they both kissed him first one then the other,. Neville and Lee looked at Hermione, who they knew was married to Harry, and of her possessiveness, she wasn’t at all upset.
Harry chuckled, “sorry guys I didn’t tell you, Hermione and I are marring Ginny next week.
“Bloody hell, two wives” Lee said “way to go Harry”
Neville added “and what a pair too… huh congratulations”
“Even though it’s a small family wedding, you’re invited, we‘ll owl you”
Harry motion and more butterbeers arrived, finally it was time to leave
At home they ate, sat on the couch cuddling together in front the fire, reading, sipping wine, not saying a word.
Around nine, Ginny said she wanted a soak and went upstairs. Harry moved over to the end and Hermione laid her head on his lap, they read. Ginny quietly came back into the room and sat in the large overstuffed chair opposite them, sipping her wine and watched, her two loves reading. A family, her family. Harry, her first love and Hermione her next love, although she remembered the times as a kid and in school with Susan and Luna, she still loved them, just not as much as those two, watching them read. She was so happy, she thanked the stars for giving her, her dearest loves, and after next week, perhaps she‘ll do as her mum wants and stop taking the potion, she wanted him, Harry was always in her dreams, first as a little girl, and even still now those dreams, visited her. Having Harry baby, feeling him or she growing inside her, give birth and raising Harry‘s children. Of course practicing making one was very nice too.
She watched in silence as Hermione’s hand move to Harry’s lap, then shortly as she slowly rolled over undoing his slacks, moving up, freeing his erection and lowering her mouth around him, taking him in deeper than she ever had, Hermione’s hand around what she couldn‘t, stroking. Harry’s hand moved over her arse and pulled her dress aside and slid into her knickers, Ginny could tell his finger just entered Hermione. Her own fingers were now deep inside her as she watched her two lovers, she could hear them moan. Sitting his book down, he saw Ginny sitting there, he smiled and motioned her to join them, she shook her head and mouthed “not yet”, he understood and moved down twisting, sliding under Hermione, her soaking wet panties, vanished as Hermione gasped and lowered her wet core to his waiting mouth. He feasted upon his wife flower licking, kissing, munching, devouring her. She screamed around his cock as she flooded his mouth, he drank as a camel fresh out of the desert. When he bit her clit, she came and bit him and , ’the pain’ he screamed into her setting her off in one continuous orgasm as he erupted in her mouth nearly choking her, she jerked up screaming, coughing, Harry kept spurting as she stoked him, her hips jerking on his mouth, trying to drown him. He drank as fast as he could, loving every drop he could get.
Ginny jumped up and moved to them, with some difficultly she capture Harry’s spurting cock in her mouth as Hermione stroke.
She taste Harry’s seed, loving it, filling her as she swallowed then she taste blood ‘BLOOD”.
She jerked off Harry and looked “Oh shit Harry you’re bleeding”
Hermione froze “WHAT?”, they both began checking Harry’s cock, there were small teeth marks, blood on the side of his cock and pelvic area and a few fresh drops of blood from the marks. Hermione started crying “I’m sorry, sorry oh Harry I’m sorry I hurt you my love”
Harry grabbed before she could move away, he forced her to sit in his lap, she tried to rise “Harry you’re hurt”
“It’s ok my love it’s ok I love you and a little bite won’t ever stop that, not even a big bite. I love you Hermione Jean Granger Potter with all my heart” and kissed her.
Harry reach to Ginny and pulled her to them, they hugged and kissed, again and again. After Hermione calmed down, they checked the damage.
Hermione reached her wand and a simple wave Harry was good as new and clean.
” See no worries, it was my fault”
“Your fault, how’s me trying to bite you dick off, your fault”
He simple said loudly said “Note to self, do not bite Hermione’s clit while sixty-nineing”
Hermione stared at him for an instant, then smiled, then began laughing “Oh Harry my love, God I love you”
Ginny looked puzzled “Sixty-nine”
Harry began laughing . Hermione finally calmed down enough to explain what sixty-nine meant.
“It’s what muggles call it”
Ginny looked moved her hands, twisting them , “Oh” and turned red. Hermione almost fell off the sofa, all three had a big laugh.
After they stopped laughing, Harry took Hermione in his arms and said “Now where were we. Oh I remember and laid her back and rubbed his cock down her slit, till she wetted and he slid in
“Oh Harry”
“Yes my love”
“oh, nothing, fuck me, my love”
“Yes my love “ He then looked at Ginny “You’re next, my love”
Ginny wetted.
And Harry did, after he came in each, he said “little tired, Quick shower, then bed… ladies“ Held out his hand.
Both together purred “Yes Harry“.
On the Burrow visits Molly was harping about more Grandkids. Harry, smiled big time, loved the idea, he wanted a big family. Ginny wanted five and Hermione says three, well maybe five.
And finally on the morrow was Harry, Hermione and Ginny wedding. Even though Hermione was his first love, Harry did love Ginny, and when Ron lied to Hermione and took her, he may have eventually married Ginny, but Ron lied to her also, to cover his lie to Hermione and she of sorts turned away also, not because she didn‘t love him anymore, but for the same reason Hermione turned away. They both thought he was seeking for the other team and be happier with someone… else.
Ginny and Hermione were to spend the night at The Burrow. ‘Night before the wedding stuff’ Susan and Luna were there also. Harry of course had to leave after dropping them off. He kissed each and then gave Molly a peck on the cheek, then disapparate.
So here he sat in this muggle restaurant eating, realizing this will be the first night he’d been without Hermione since their wedding, He missed her, her touch, her smell, her feel, her presence, her love, and Ginny’s also, since she moved in with them, love sprang forth or was it back, anyway, she has became just as much part of him as Hermione. He loved them both and couldn’t imagine a future without them, but tonight he was. He had been alone most of his life, there were a few times at Hogwarts he hadn’t felt so, those only moments that didn’t last long. However over the last nearly two years, he hadn’t been alone, save tonight.
He finished his meal, He didn’t know what to do, had no where to be. He paid his bill and left, step out of sight and apparate home. The only friend, besides Hermione and Ginny he had, wasn’t. Remus, Tonks and Percy were working late, the twins with Alicia and Angelina, were at the Burrow, Molly didn’t want them near Harry tonight, afraid Ginny might have to marry a something or the other that was really Harry. Moody was in Spain, Charlie had been called back to work, but would return in time for the wedding, the Grangers were at burrow also, visiting with Hermione. Bill, Fleur and the kids arrived late. Maybe he’d floo-call Neville, no he had a date. He had no one to go visit or somewhere to go. He should have went to The Leaky Cauldron, may have seen some old schoolmates, could have talked to Tom for awhile. Old habits of staying out of the public eye, from the glamour, are hard to break…. Too late now.
He had cut himself off from the wizarding world after Voldemort’s defeat, to avoid the ’the-boy-who-won’ praise. He seen too many deaths, too much pain, and really wanted to be left alone and being he didn’t have his love, he’d retreated away from the world. Well hung on the fringe, so he could be there for Hermione, if she needed him in any capacity. If it hadn’t been for his need to be there for her, he would have left, long ago.
Things now are different, definitely better, Hermione and Ginny was his life, his family and he was loved, for the first time since his parents were murdered by Riddle. They loved him, not that other stuff, just him, ‘just Harry’ and he loved them.
He hadn’t socialized much, damn near nonexistent actually. You could count the people he interacted with on your two hands., most of the time one. And those he did were busy. So he now sat in his lounge, in front of the fire and stared at the flames, he called Dobby and Winky and ask how their day was. They wasn’t much help, oh they talk some but it was over too soon, So he decided to check that novel Hermione said “was good” and began reading, Doddy brought him a glass of wine and there he sat, reading. Hermione would be proud.
At the Burrow, Hermione realized the same, this was the first time they’ve been apart at night since their wedding, she spent the night before hers with her parents and Ginny, of course. Remus, Arthur, Bill and the twins got Harry drunk. But a sobering potion fixed that, even the headache. Hermione knew Harry wasn’t having a bachelor party, this time, after all he wasn’t. Knowing Harry, he’s probably alone, feeling down, thinking. She loved Harry, but knew that, even though he gotten better over the last year, he still had issues. Those people and Dumbledore really messed with Harry’s head. She was slightly worried. She knew He wouldn’t do anything, but still, she knew he was alone. He’s been alone so much during his life.
Hermione had try to image, Harry’s loneness, several times. She didn’t know what she would have been like growing up without loving parents. She didn’t have many friends growing up herself, due to her, as one of her classmates said, ‘parent perfectives’. She was the perfect well-mannered bookworm, who did very well in school, every parent criticized their children for not being like her. Most of her classmates hated her, but she had her books and parents and there were a few girls who would play with her occasionally, and she had the family love, they showed their love, they went shopping together, movies, outings, vacations and trips to visit relatives. Harry didn’t, well there were a couple of outings which turned into more trouble for him, more beatings. After those, on future trips they left him locked up, with a glass of water, sometimes.
He was the forgotten human house-elf, who they beat on when they felt like it. Living in a house with three people alone, no hugs no kisses, no presents, just a fist, a belt, used as a punching bag or worst. He wasn’t even allow to excel in school, if his grades were better than his cousins he got a beating, he found out. All he got to do was to wait on them, cook, clean, gardening, do chores, when he wasn’t locked in the cupboard under the stairs, later his cousins second bedroom, after they installed locks on the outside. He played with a few of his cousins broken discarded toys, that he managed to hide. That was Harry’s life for ten years, before he went to Hogwarts, but back every summer. He seemed happy at school for the first five years, then sixth year, then Ron lies and Harry changed for sometimes happy to just being there, she never noticed. Her eyes began tearing up again.
Ginny noticing her future wife somber almost painful look. Sat down beside her, took her hand, asking
“What wrong Mione?”,
she turn to Ginny and hugged her ”nothing just thinking” then kissed her.
Ginny looked at her friend/lover “You sure?”
“Yes, I’m fine, just thinking of Harry” Hermione dried her eyes.
“I’m sure he fine, out drinking having fun most likely at the Cauldron”
Hermione looked at her, shook her head. “ No Harry wouldn’t be there, no one expecting him there”
“Well , what does Harry do when he’s not with us?”
“The same before I moved in with him, nothing”
“You really think he’s home all alone”
“Yes” Hermione whispered. “Harry will be alone tonight”
Then Molly hollered “Girls lets eat”
Molly was a gracious host, everyone had enough eat and drink, although she did limit Hermione and Ginny drinking. They needed to be sober tomorrow. What floored Hermione was Molly on-going argument with Her daughter about her contraceptive potion, Ginny said she was going to still take hers for awhile and Molly was trying to get her to stop.
Ginny said “Mom I can’t play Quidditch if I’m pregnant “
Molly’s answer was simple, “Quit, You don’t need the money. Harry ne….”
“I enjoy playing and we practice hard” Ginny rolled eyes
“making babies is more fun”
“but Quidditch”
“you needed to start a family”
“ I do practice a lot”
Then Molly said “well, it was time for bed, young lady there‘s a big one tomorrow”
“Yeah it’s a big one alright” Hermione squeaked out.
“Yes it is..” having seeing Harry starkers, Molly added before she thought, blushing.
That did it, the look. even those who wasn’t laughing before were holding their side or rolling on the floor.
And after a moment a sputtering Molly join in.
When they finally retired to bed Luna grabbed Ginny and pulled her into her bed, Susan not to be out done pulled Hermione to the other. At first Hermione was standoffish, we had only been with Ginny. However when she heard Ginny moan in pleasure and Susan kissed her, her lips opened to Susan”s tongue and soon joined Ginny in a happy moan. After some hot and passionate love making. Hermione asked Susan to switch, Ginny crawled into bed with Hermione and they cuddled. Susan and Luna were soon moaning and groaning.
About half past one in the morning, Hermione and Ginny both still restless. Hermione sliding out of bed, “Ginny” she whispered “downstairs” and pulled her quietly to the hallway, Hermione was thinking about floo’ing home to check on Harry. Slipping down the stairs, she accidentally knocking over a jar on the stairs. Molly was up in a flash. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“Can’t sleep” Ginny said
“Hot chocolate” Molly said.
Fleur, Susan , Luna, Alicia and Angelina overheard and join them in the kitchen, soon a hen gathering was brewing. As they sipped their coco, Hermione softly ask no one, “ wonder what Harry doing?” Angelina popped off “no one tonight” and the laughter roared.
Around three, a drunk Ron staggered in the back door, first thing he saw was Hermione in a nightgown.
“What are you doing here whore, waiting for me to fuc…”
Ginny got to him first, and knock him against the wall, he fell to the floor unconscious. Good thing to, cause Fleur’s claws were coming out and had blood in her eyes. Hermione grabbed a hand full of floo power, threw it in the floo said “Godric Hollow upstairs“ and floo’ed home. She walked into the master bedroom, Harry wasn’t there, “where’s Harry?” she said sadly. Still slightly furious and then didn’t found Harry in bed, She called “Dobby” and he appeared . Before he could say a word “Where’s Harry!!”
Dobby flinched, “the master iss downairs front of fire, mistress Hermione Potter ”
“oh.. thank you Dobby, I’m sorry I was rude I need Harry and didn’t find him here, Sorry Dobby”
“Iss undstood” grinned and vanished.
She changed into her sexiest nightie, Green, Harry loves her in Green, it so sheer you see thru it, just a little harder in places and slipped downstairs.
There he was, her love, sitting in front of a beautiful fire, sipping something, reading a book. Almost wished she had a camera, She smiled and walked quietly to him. The next thing Harry knew his beautiful sexy wife was sitting in his lap, taking away his book and softly placed her lips on his.
After Hermione had her, she’d lost count of orgasm for the night, huh morning, they noticed the sun was up, kissed and wondered where the night went.
“I didn’t expect to see till later, isn’t it bad luck for the Groom to see the Bride on their wedding day, before the wedding.”
“yes , my love but I’m not marring you, We’re marring Ginny”
“Oh yeah, come here you” he rose from the floor, pulled her up from the floor, sat down on the loveseat and pulled her to his lap, placed his arms around her. As she got comfortable, he harden again. She felt him growing, rose up, took him in hand and guided him, as she lower herself tenderly, filling herself with him once more, she moaned and leaned back to him, he wrapped his arms around her and they just sat.
Back at the Burrow, after Hermione left, the ruckus woke the remaining household, Arthur stepped into the kitchen, Molly was fanatic, Bill rushed to Fleur to calm her down. The twins were silent for a change. Ron laid on the floor, Ginny was shaking, you could almost see the steam coming out her ears.
Arthur ask “what happened?”
Six women spoke at once. Arthur raised his hand “lets try this again, Ginny what happen?” he asked being she was the one closes to the unconscious Ron.
“I hit him”
“Why”
“He staggered in, called Hermione a whore and I hit him”
“ oh… where’s Hermione” looking around, not seeing her..
Mr. and Mrs. Granger walked into the dining room “What about Hermione, she ok, where is she?”
Alicia said “ Ron walked in and called her huh, yeah she jumped up, good thing Ginny hit him, she had blood in her eyes, Fleur started changing, he hit the wall, she stopped, turned, flooed the Hollow and left, without a word.”
Ginny called, ”Dobby” a moment the little elf appeared “ Ye“ “ Dobby is Hermione ok?” before he could say anything else.
“Yess misses Whezzy, shess and the master iss”
“Thank you Doddy, tell them I‘ll see them at the chapel”
“Yos weecom and yess misses Whezzy” and vanished
“She’s ok she’s with Harry”
The floo flared and Tonks stuck her head in ask to come thru, she just got off work and figured there be a female get together. Fred open it and in she stepped, just in time to see Arthur picked up a bucket of mop water and throw it into Ron face, he woke sputtering. “what happe…” looked around Not seeing Hermione “What’s was she doing here, why’d you hit me for?”
Molly unloaded on him, “Hermione was here cause she is always welcome in the house and for Ginny’s wedding, you rotted dodger… you foul mouth git…” and more.
“Ginny getting married… who to??” Ron looked at his sister.
Ginny growled at him “to Harry and Hermione, you, you rotten back stabbing, no good, devious, selfish, worthless asshole and your not invited”
“You marring him, him and her you, you’re nothing but a wh…” he said without thinking.
Arthur reached Ron first this time and jerked him up off the floor, one hand around his neck and carried him towards the door. Not saying a word.
Molly said “it’s time for you to leave, you’re no son of mine.”
Tonks follow them to the door,
As Ron picked himself up off the ground, “Well fuck you all too” Ron shouted, Arthur just pointed towards the path leading away from the Burrow. Ron stumble and staggered away, his mouth bleeding. “damn whore and that faggit twit even got my family against me, I’ll get them… I’ll get that whore I’ll fuck her up good.. slave her out… I’ll kill him… then I’ll fuck that whore sister of mine, knock her up.. slave her out too… I’ll show them.. They’re gonna pay”
He stumbled again, then turned pulled out his wand and pointed it sort of towards The Burrow. “Inci…“ Tonks had him in a full body bind, took his wand. “Arthur would please call the Auror desk for a pick-up“. Ron, smelled of firewhiskey. She said “Ronald Weasley, you’re under arrest for public intoxication, attempted arson in which to cause bodily harm and attempting to do harm to a public servant, to start”
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Fantasm

She really tried to blackmail me – the beginning

Hey Guys, this is my first Story so pls tell me weather u like it or not, if u like it I’m gonna do some more, if not I’m not going to do all that work for nothing 😉 Also I want to apologize for my English, because I’m just writing it for fun and I’m not native English so pls be kind about that 😉

Fantasy

Role Confusion

The light fog added a moisture to the air. The coolness of the night wrapped around her like a wet towel, sending a shiver up her spine. She was lucky she knew the area so well, or she could have easily become lost. She looked through the trees at the house where he lived, slightly smiling at the one electric candle burning in the kitchen window. Only one candle, Thank God, she’s gone, she thought as she stood quietly waiting for his invitation.
Minutes passed and still she stood, patiently waiting. He knew of her presence, was merely drawing out her anticipation. The temperature continued to drop, raising tiny goose bumps on her body. Without glancing away from the window with the pinpoint of orange light, she allowed her thoughts to run free. She wondered if He would care for the scrapes on her bottom, acquired when she hurriedly swung her body over the short stone wall that surrounded His property. Most men would not notice such a small injury, but He would. He noticed everything, especially if it was something that displeased Him. Would it displease Him that she’d marred her porcelain skin? She had no idea. It was becoming increasingly difficult to gauge His moods, decipher His thoughts.
After what seemed an interminably long time, that single candle became three pulses of fire. Looking over each shoulder, she prayed no one would be about on this normally deserted street. Completely unclothed, she cautiously made her way across the road to the relative seclusion of His fenced in yard. As she passed the large front door, she once again felt a secret smile on her lips. No, she wasn’t allowed to ring THAT door bell, but she knew more of Him than all those that did enter through that route. Reaching her destination she lightly knocked at the smaller back door. How appropriate that she enter through the servant’s quarters. Though not immediately, it was not long before He swung the door open and pointed to the floor at His feet.
With unconscious grace, she stepped over the threshold and knelt beside His long legs, head bowed; the secret smile now tremulous with anxiety. Fully clothed, He turned and walked away. Breathing heavily, she did not move a muscle, knowing He would return eventually. The silence could only mean one thing: the bitch had angered Him again. Sighing softly so as not to be heard, she wondered briefly what her life would have been like if her mother had not been such a cold-hearted bitch. She heard the TV in the den come on and settled back onto her heels. So that is how it is to be this night. Mother must be out for the weekend.
Once again, allowing her thoughts free reign. She thought back to the night, so many years ago, when she was but 16. She’d heard the normal argument begin in her mother’s room. She cringed inwardly at the derogatory tone her mother always used when arguing with her new step-father. Still young and filled with so many romantic dreams, she could not understand why her step-father had married someone who so obviously hated him. She knew the arguments were about sex; she was old enough to understand that, but other meanings eluded her. Words like depraved and perversions fell from her mother’s lips at top volume, but they may as well have fallen on deaf ears, for she had no idea what they meant…before that night. As so often happened, she heard her mother’s car tear out of the garage next to their home.
Gingerly placing one bare foot on the cold wooden floor, she’d slowly gotten out of bed. As was her habit, she would sneak down the hall to their room and listen at the door. Too often, she heard nothing, but on rare occasions, she would overhear Him calling her mother all forms of vile names, ranting and raging at the absent shrew he’d married. Crushingly shy and too afraid to defy her mother openly, she gained some small thrill from hearing her thoughts of her mother voiced aloud in that rough, masculine baritone. As she stood there in the long hallway, ear as close to the door as she dared, she was completely unnerved when said door swung viciously inward, leaving her facing her obviously furious step-father. Mouth hanging open, she stared openly at His taut body. Every muscle screamed fury. From the open stance of His bare feet and long legs, to the straining of His biceps, it was obvious He wanted to hurt someone. Fear…cold, clawing fear rose in her throat. Her eyes flew to His only to have the small puff of remaining air punched from her lungs.
Bleak, black pools of bottomless wrath had taken the place of normally soft golden eyes. As each stood staring at the other, one in fear and one in surprise, the atmosphere in the frigid house changed. Something electric passed over her chilled skin. He stepped closer, invading her personal space, and waited to see her reaction. A sharp intake of breath and dilation of her pupils fueled His sexual frustration. Reaching forward, He closed his larger hand firmly over her small one and pulled her deliberately down the hall toward her own room.
Startled back to the present by the sudden absence of background noise, she rose back up on her knees and waited to see where this night would lead. She no longer feared Him. He had shown her time and again, that He would not truly hurt her. No, she no longer feared Him, but she would not underestimate Him either. He was capable of cruelty if He thought she’d spurned Him in the slightest way. Though He was the Master and she the slave, He needed so much more from her than she did from Him. Hearing His footsteps approach, she tensed, anxiety seeping into her bones. “Follow me, sarah.” She rose to her feet, immediately fearing that He wished her to crawl, but when no rebuke was uttered she strode forward upright. Following slowly behind Him, she took the time to admire his beautiful body. Time had treated Him well. Now 22, she had been His for 6 years and in all that time He never seemed to change. Maybe a little more silver at His temples, a few more wrinkles near His eyes, but those were minor things that only added to His appeal.
Her spirits lifted when He stopped in front of the library. Not so angry then, she thought. She waited as he turned on the stereo, soft classical music wafting up from the speakers hidden around the large room. Still she waited as he pulled things from a large picnic basket she had not noticed earlier. Fruit, wine, cheese, and glasses were placed neatly around the large fur rug in front of the fireplace in which an already raging fire burned. So He wants romance tonight, does he? Standing slowly He turned to look at her, speaking at length. “sarah, did you not think I would know? Did you truly think I wouldn’t find out?” Ah God, the fear again rises up to nearly smother her. Wracking her befuddled brain, she is unable to comprehend His words.
“Master, I have done nothing that would displease you. I..” His raised hand stops her defensive words immediately. He is beside her in a few long strides. Grabbing her right arm in a grip that is firm but not painful, his gaze travels down to her buttock. Eyes narrowed, He raises his gaze to hers and lifts His brows sarcastically. “Master,” she begins softly, “I knew you would notice the injury, but I did not do this on purpose. It was an accident. I merely scraped the flesh as I crossed the wall.”
“So it was not your haste to get here and whore yourself for me that caused my property to be damaged?” He counters cruelly. Suddenly, without warning and with lightening speed, He brutally shoves two long fingers into her waiting cunt. Fiery, all-consuming lust streaks upward from her leaking hole and weakens her to the point of falling. “The slickness of you and you’re immediate readying for my intrusion tell me that you’re a bitch in heat, lusting for a hound.” Mind reeling, she asks herself why does my body react to Him this way? Her inner voice offers no answer, or is ignored for the overwhelming desire that shatters through her. Removing His fingers from her as quickly as He had entered, He jerks her unclad body roughly against His clothed one. Staring into His eyes, she knows immediately that tonight she will suffer. The small part of her that her grown cautiously confident over the years straightens her spine and pushes her to ask, “Shall You at least inform me of my infraction; for I know You would not be so angry over a mere scratch.”
If possible, His eyes darken to a deeper black. Her near-defiance has aroused Him, but to what end, she can’t guess. Caressing the skin of her bare back, He watches her eyes as she struggled to stave off the arousal His every touch caused within her. Softly, He begins to speak, His breath fanning lightly across the sensitive skin of her jaw line and collarbone. “You are no longer afraid of me then? You would question my righteousness in punishing you?” He lowers his mouth to suckle at her throat, and then raises it to gaze into her clouding eyes. Still whispering, “Hmm? Sarah, have you no answers now?”
Struggling to comprehend his words, she tries desperately to pull her body back from this place where intellect was nothing and sensation was all. His every stroke, every taste, every word promises ecstasies unknown and evokes memories of blissful surrenders already experienced. This is what you came for they tease. Just let go and taste of things forbidden. No one will blame you; no one will know how this excites you. And so she gives up the ghost and falls headlong into that dark void where one needs nothing but their five senses to navigate through the maze of depravity. He knows the moment she surrenders, sees the struggle within her cease, and knows she is still His. At the thought of her young beau, He grows angry once more. Inside His head, the images of her tight, tiny body fueling the lust of this boy torture Him. Imagination was the enemy in this case, leading His mind down roads that were better left not taken. Unwilling to give her a chance to gather her wits, He continues to taste and touch. He runs His tongue across each tiny, erect nipple, causing her to shudder in His hands. His large hands easily mold her ass cheeks, kneading and separating them. Lifting her to stand on tiptoes, He slides one hand between her legs and brushes her clit, pleased with the fluids dripping from her cunt.
As she arches to meet each brush of His mouth and fingers, He growls, “Is this how Mark touches you? Can he make you ache for his cock the way I can? “ His touch becomes rougher, more demanding. His teeth tug on her already aching nipples. He lifts His head to once again look into her eyes knowing that in her current state she is unable to formulate the thoughts necessary to lie. “Tell me sarah, can Mark drive you to such wanton surrender? Does he touch you in ways that bring out the slut hidden deep under that icy exterior?” When no answer eases His tortured mind, He abruptly turns away from her, unconcerned that she sways on her feet, barely able to stand.
Fighting for calm, and some semblance of control, sarah inhales deeply, trying to steady her charged nerve endings. Eyes that are heavy lidded and still clouded with desire follow His every step. When He turns back to her, she gasps at the pain she sees there. With a sinking heart she realizes that tonight will be both wondrous and terrible; for He is never physically abusive in His cruelty, but her heart usually lies bleeding and broken when He takes these moods out on her. As He points to a spot just outside the perimeter of the cozy setting He’d created only minutes before, sarah steps forward and kneels on the indicated destination. “Assume the position, sarah. You know the drill.” Settling her buttocks back on her heels, sarah spreads her knees as far apart as possible; she brings her wrists together at the small of her back, pushing her breasts forward and stretching her labia apart. He makes quick work of the cuffs that will bind her wrists together and tether her to a tiny eye bolt in the floor, holding her virtually motionless. A wide leather collar is placed around sarah’s thin graceful neck; a short leash will be attached to the same eye bolt, the length such to keep her posture slightly arched, breasts thrust invitingly forward. She wondered if he would use the spreader bar tonight. A cold metal bar specially made by some sadist somewhere and designed with the express purpose of keeping the legs spread maniacally far apart. Sarah knew that He didn’t care for the bar; it impeded his view of her openings, but on nights when he was feeling especially cruel, he would leave it in place for hours. She watches as He comes to stand directly in front of her, squatting before her so their eyes are level.
“Tonight sarah, I intend to show you the kind of man Mark really is. You WILL watch, and you WILL NOT make a sound. “ He reaches forward to lightly stroke the inner lips of her open cunt, spreading the wetness quickly gathering there. Just as her head begins to fall back on her neck and her eyelids slide slowly closed, she hears a soft knock on the library door. Jerking forward, straining the delicate bond that holds her still, she opens her mouth in a silent question. He rises to tower over her small form, stopping briefly to lift her face, stare into her eyes, and wink maliciously. Turning, He quickly strides to the closed door and opens it. From across the large room, sarah stares in disbelief as first one man, then three more, enters the room. Each one glances only briefly in sarah’s direction. Handshakes are shared, drinks are poured, and conversations are carried on in low hushed tones.
With tiny tremors wracking her frame, sarah frantically tries to assess the situation. Never before has He alerted anyone to their relationship. Oh, her mother knew, sarah thought, but would deny it if ever confronted about that knowledge. Sarah did not believe that He cared whether or not her mother knew, and for herself, sarah secretly drew enormous satisfaction from being able to satiate His needs where the bitch could not, or would not. This, though, this was different. There…in the same room with her nakedness…was Mr. Lowell the banker, Mr. Bryant the grocer, Todd the gas station attendant, and Mr. Masters the mayor. She shook her head slowly. These men were powerful men, the type of men who could make her stepfather’s life miserable if they wanted to (Todd, though a lowly attendant, was the son of the richest man in the town). As she watches closely, she realizes the only tension in the room is emanating from her own tight muscles.
“Gentlemen, I’m sure you all know my stepdaughter sarah,” He announces as He again moves in her direction. Coming to stand behind her, He once again drops to a squatting position, fitting Himself to her back and dropping His hands over her shoulders. “What you may not know is this…sarah is an insatiable little slut who has been satisfying my EVERY sexual need since she was sixteen years old. She is overly sensitive to all things sexual, and can be coaxed into doing anything. I have even brought her to orgasm without ever having laid a finger on her.” As He is announcing her depravity to an apparently captivated audience, He begins lightly circling her erect nipples, barely brushing them with calloused fingertips. Her body reacts as it always does, with a fierce onslaught of arousal. Arching into His hands without thought or shame, her body shows none of the hesitation and doubt that are now waging war with her earlier surrender. His hands continuing their merciless teasing, He begins to whisper softly in her ear, “Open your eyes, sarah. See the effect that your hunger is having on our guests. See how they want to feed you…satisfy you…USE you. Do you see the bulges in the front of every last trouser leg? That is for you, slut. Now that you have made them want you, will you deny them their pleasures? Will you deny them YOURS? THIS is what you were made for sarah, to be a fucktoy for anyone who has the desire to take you. Open your legs for them, slave. Let them see that you are making yourself ready for them all.” His hypnotic whispers slowly quiet the raging voices in her mind, taking her to that place again…that place where pleasures unnamed await her. She moans her capitulation and opens herself to them all.
Dropping His hands to the insides of her thighs, He opens her further. Feeling the cool breeze on her moist lips, sarah groans her surrender for all to hear. He stands suddenly, leaving her twisting in her bonds, desperate for his mind-numbing touch. “Come gentlemen. Entertain yourself with her for now. The main attraction should be here momentarily. I will ask for complete silence, as the star will be unaware of an audience during the first part of the show.” As if on cue, there is another knock on the library door.
Sarah’s view of the door is suddenly blocked by the four guests. As her eyes are drawn to them, she wonders briefly when they’d shed their clothing. The thought is fleeting though, as they advance on her nude body; eyes filled with lust, loins surging with need. The tremors wracking her body are no longer small and no longer born of fear. The unconcealed arousal of her male counterparts has set off something deep inside her own body; something that will not be denied or suppressed. The first cool hand touches her overheated skin and she is lost. Her eyes drift slowly closed, her head falls back on her shoulders, long hair trailing the floor, and a tiny gush of fluid leaks from her cunt. Why should I resist taking my own pleasure as they take theirs? As the moans reverberate in her mind, sarah has no need to concentrate on keeping silent. He has trained her well; no sound will leave her lips until He asks for it. Her thoughts immobilized, her brain can now concentrate on every sensation bombarding her. The gentle tug on erect nipples; the moist trail left by a tongue sipping softly from her lips; the hot breath that signals a close visual inspection of her hungry vagina; and the frantic massage of her round bottom. Oh that one is quite anxious to use us. The inner slut has arrived to the party, and the ice queen and the dutiful step-daughter can exit stage left.
Sarah’s eyes open to stare directly into the face of the mayor. As her lips slowly spread into a feline smile, he seems momentarily taken aback by her boldness. However, it takes only a second for him to adjust before he returns her smile and begins ravaging her mouth. Sarah is the one who slants her mouth beneath his, and it is sarah’s tongue that lunges first, eagerly tasting of his desire. She yields to the hands on her buttocks and those on her thighs as they quest to raise her fully to her knees. The tether at her neck is unnecessary as she thrusts her breasts forward toward seeking lips and drops her head even further toward the floor. Awash in raging sensation, sarah silently revels in the orgasm that always accompanies her complete surrender.
From the center of the room, He watches, his eyes taking in every detail of her wanton behavior. Her body is bent nearly in half as she grinds her leaking cunt into the gas attendant’s face. Her breasts are tight and heaving as the banker and the grocer drink their fill of them. And her lips, dear God those full, luscious lips, wrapped tightly around the mayor’s rigid member as he slowly fucks her delicate throat. The sight of her unrestrained participation in the depravity should repulse Him. After all, if He were honest with Himself, He would concede that it was jealousy and his own insecurity that brought them here tonight. In direct contrast to what should be, the sight only serves to increase the arousal surging through His body. As his eyes drop to the face currently buried in his own groin, and His cockhead trails across the tongue of its owner, He wonders silently why the thought of sarah giving herself to this one enraged Him as it did. In response to the anger, He places a hand on the back of Mark’s blindfolded head and pulls his mouth forward until He can feel Mark’s throat muscles contract around His glans. Holding him there, He flexes his cock to ensure maximum discomfort for the young man. Mark, though, is the consummate sub, and merely struggles to hold still and relax his throat muscles to ease his Master’s entry. From experience, He knows mark will not move until he loses consciousness. Easing His cock from its tight nest, He returns to slowly fucking his males slave’s mouth.
Enjoying the sensation immensely, but wanting to prolong the night, He lets His mind take over. Sarah and mark, as far as He knew, were unaware of each other’s respective roles in His life. Sarah is oblivious to so many things, He thinks. She is still blissfully unaware of the devil’s deal He’d made with her mother. He’d wanted sarah since she was 14, but being a new doctor in a small town put Him in the position of having to forcefully repress those wants. Her mother, the perceptive bitch, had noticed how He watched sarah, and offered Him a deal, a deal that, to this very day, He had no regrets about making. Sarah’s mother wanted to be free of her responsibilities to sarah, and to the local bill collectors. If He married her, He could have sarah and the town would be none the wiser, as long as He could keep sarah from telling tales. Unable to resist the thought of life with sarah under His roof and His rule, He’d agreed, and while the bitch had kept her side of the bargain, her jealousy of her own daughter had, more often than not, made their lives a living hell.
Sensing his Master’s distraction, mark waits until His cock begins to retreat from his throat and swallows, knowing the suction created by contracting muscles will draw His attention back from wherever it is. Unable to see around the blindfold covering his face, mark is suffering pangs of insecurity. The inability to watch His facial expressions for signs of disapproval is hampering mark’s ability to participate fully in this erotic dance. Mark once again wonders what he’s done to displease Him, if He is, in fact, displeased.
Feeling those tight throat muscles contract around Him, He smiles wickedly. So, my pet, you are feeling a little insecure? Is the silence, coupled with your lack of sight, getting to you, slave? He’d known mark would react this way. Always eager to please, mark’s biggest thrill comes from the tiny words or gestures that convey praise and approval. Unlike sarah, mark needs his Master’s feedback to completely enjoy the game.
Sarah, on the other hand, needs only the lust of others to send her into the abyss. From the first time He’d taken her, He’d known that, to have her, He need only to show her His lust, tell her of His need, and she would bend to His will. That very first night, when He’d taken her hand and led her back down the hall to her room, His lust had been overpowering. Even at 16, she’d been able to discern what the fire in His eyes and the roughness of His touch had meant. On her very first foray into sexual pleasures, she’d allowed herself to be taken in unspeakable ways. He’d had every orifice on that first night, in every imaginable position, and she’d reveled in it. He still replayed that night in His mind, wondering how one so young and untouched could have derived such pleasure from being used so thoroughly. Over the years, He’d used her often..and well…and each time it seemed she derived some new satisfaction from the debasement.
He’d never considered sharing sarah; she was HIS. Recently though, she’d been growing bolder, actively seeking His displeasure. As she’d learned of His distaste for physically harming her, she’d gained confidence in the idea that He was unable to hurt her. Her recent liaison with mark had brought home to Him the fact that she needed to be reigned in, stripped of her imagined power. The idea of sharing her with others had been distasteful at first, but as He now watches her body being used to satisfy His cohort’s lust, He realizes it should have been done long ago…for both of their sakes. He gently removes His cock from mark’s seeking mouth, and kneels at his side. “Ssshh, pet, don’t despair. I’m well-pleased with you, and now I will show you. Assume the position for me, slave. I will have you now.” The need for silence now gone, His voice booms through the silent room. He stands and crosses the room to sarah. Appraising her appearance, He once more experiences a fierce rush of desire. Head thrown back in complete ecstasy, body flushed with satisfaction and arousal at the same time, she is beautiful. The semen leaking from her every hole tells Him that His guests do not possess the same degree of control that He does. Looking around at the glistening, limp cocks displayed by 3 of His 4 comrades, He realizes that Todd will have to do. “I believe I have something more to your liking over there,” He gestures to mark’s upturned ass, glistening in the firelight. Looking over his shoulder, Todd is quickly drawn away from sarah’s sucking and moves to the center of the room. “Wait for us, Todd.” He requests as He moves behind sarah to disengage her leash. Standing again, He leads her, on hands and knees, over to center stage.
Through a sexual haze, sarah struggles to understand the scene before her. Mark, her step-father’s assistant at the clinic, is kneeling, face down on the floor and ass up in the air, in His favorite submissive position. Todd, the youngest son of the richest man they know, kneels behind mark, obviously ready to ravage Mark’s proffered orifice. Following His unspoken directions, she comes to a stop in the spot that places her own round ass directly above Mark’s bowed head. Struggling to break free of the maelstrom of sensation that has rendered her mindless, sarah drops her head forward to hang between her outstretched arms. Taking deep, cleansing breaths, she is unprepared for the new assault that comes when He places a hand on each buttock and separates them. Gasping for breath, she is further disarmed by the quick, sharp swipe of a tongue across her leaking asshole. Quickly assessing the situation, sarah is aware of the moment Todd enters mark’s tight man-cunt. Mark’s sensual groan sends tantalizing vibrations over the skin of her cheeks. In her peripheral vision, she sees Him round her body to kneel in front of her. Eagerly she opens her mouth to receive his cock. From the taste of Him, wine and salt from the cheese, she can assume mark’s mouth was here first.
Watching sarah from His position above her, He is able to discern mark’s progress on her rim job simply by watching the muscles in her ass and lower back contract and release, as if moving in time with some unheard song. His hands on each side of her head, He slowly but viciously fucks her hot mouth. Seeing her unbridled enjoyment of the attention mark is giving her, He is once again assailed by doubts. In a flash of grim hindsight He realizes He may have created a monster this night, but doggedly He persists in showing sarah that she is nothing more than a fuck toy with which He plays. Sliding His engorged, throbbing cock from her, now, humming mouth, He lies back on the rug where He’d used her so many times before. Looking pointedly at her, He silently commands her to mount Him.
Scrambling to comply with His unspoken command, and to assuage the aching need in her sodden cunt, sarah rises to straddle his waist, then lowers herself down on his massive member. Despite having 3 loads of cum leaking from her used orifices, the entry is not completely smooth. Once He is embedded deep within her tunnel, she rises from her squat to lift herself slowly up and almost off, of his shaft, before dropping her weight back down. From His reclined position, He can see the slight protrusion of her inner lips as she rises, and the sight is quite erotic. He places a hand on each of her inner thighs and parts them further, both to open her for his viewing pleasure and to increase the toll this fucking position will take on her muscular thighs. He watches hungrily as His cock pushes the previously spent juices from His slave’s cunt.
Over and over, sarah slowly fucks her cunt up and down on his cock, until she feels the muscles of her legs and ass begin to tremble in fatigue. She knows He is deliberately restraining His own orgasm in order to push her to her limits. As she tires, her strokes become shorter. No longer able to lift herself completely to the end of His cock, or to ease her weight down slowly, He is buried deeper within her each time. At last, she can rise no more, and she looks apologetically into His eyes. Grasping a nipple in between each thumb and forefinger, He tugs her forward to lie on His chest. Snapping His fingers to get mark’s attention, He speaks softly, “mark, you will crawl over here and place your cock in sarah’s wet asshole. Todd, you are welcome to follow mark and continue with fucking him as well.”
Gasping, sarah stares into His eyes, searching for the reasons behind this sudden widening of their debasing horizons. Within seconds, though, His reasons no longer matter. Mark has arrived and his cock is pushing gently at the ring of her asshole. Fleetingly, sarah wonders if she will be able to accommodate both large cocks, but as mark slowly pushes past the feeble resistance of her sphincter, she is transported once again to the place where nothing but sensation is attended to. Flexing her inner muscles, she tries to help ease his entry, groaning with the sensations now erupting from the depths of her body. Never has she been so full. Never has she felt so tight. She can sense the pressure of each shaft on the thin membrane that separates them, and the thought of it sends her into yet another shattering orgasm.
As He feels her vaginal muscles tighten around His dick, He commands mark, “Enter her fully, NOW”, and is rewarded with the sensation of someone running a firm thumb over the underside of his shaft, from its base to the head. As He knew it would, this quick entry serves to prolong and heighten sarah’s clenching orgasm. As it should be, He lies back and prepares to enjoy all the sensations coursing through their entwined bodies, refusing to participate. Running His hands over sarah’s naked body, He allows his mind to categorize each new touch, each stroke as it arrives. Mark’s obvious enjoyment of this particular show deduced from his low growls and ever-faster thrusting. Todd’s furious pounding adding depth to each of mark’s strokes. Sarah’s mindless surrender signaled by the quick panting breaths that stir the air around Him, as well as the frequently incomprehensible sex speak falling from her full lips. The low, drawn out moan that tells him Todd has just filled mark’s ass with a load of hot cum. The quick moment of stillness before the furious pounding of mark, into sarah, resumes. So many sensations coming at Him, each one serving to bring Him closer to His own cataclysmic end.
After only a few minutes, He discerns a lengthening of mark’s cock, and a new jerkiness to his otherwise fluid strokes. “Talk to mark, sarah. He’s very close now. Tell him how you want it.” And with those words, all of the sound that sarah has been holding onto leaves her in a rush of moans, groans, and vulgarities.
“Oh, God, mark, fuck me hard. Bury your cock in my ass. Agghhh. Yes, mark, cum for me. Fill my asshole up with your cum. Please, mark, please. Yes…fucking harder….deeper. Uhnnnn….. Pleaaassse, cum NOW.” She is now bucking wildly between the two mean. He can feel her inner muscles working hard on the cocks, squeezing and clenching, working towards her own climax. Mark finishes with a final deep thrust that ends somewhere deep in her bowels, his cock twitching with each jet of hot cum being forced inside her. Caught in the throes of her strongest orgasm yet, sarah arches up and away from His body, gripping His biceps tightly, and undulating her hips against mark’s groin.
Giving each of them a moment to recover, He watches for any sign of affection between them. Finding none, He questions what he’s been led to believe. Sarah is now lying limply on His chest, mark’s limp cock recently slipping from her asshole. As her breathing returns to normal, she lifts her head to stare into His face. Clenching her vaginal muscles, she asks “Will you not be satisfied this night?” He widens his lips into a calculating grin, and replies, “I’m only giving you a moment’s respite, sarah. You and mark will now finish me off with your lying mouths.” Without so much as a grimace over being called a liar, sarah raises herself off of His still rigid cock and turns to begin cleaning her juices from His cock.
Mark, not to be outdone, takes first one, then the other of his Master’s balls into his mouth, suckling and licking them. Knowing His preference for vibration over suction, mark begins to softly hum around His balls. The vibrations travel up from His nuts to tickle the head of His cock now buried in sarah’s throat. Knowing He won’t last much longer, He forces His hips from the floor, trying to force His entire cock up into sarah’s suckling mouth. He feels the familiar tightening of His sac and the boiling of cum in his balls, and prepares to shower them both with His semen. Dropping His hips back to the rug, He keeps sarah’s mouth from following Him down with a hand twisted in her long hair. With His free hand wrapped tightly around His cock, He jerks Himself to completion, His first spurt hitting sarah’s still open mouth. Had He not been lost in His ecstasy, He would have smiled at the quickness of her tongue darting out to catch His seed. His second jet arches up and falls softly into mark’s tangled hair. Reaching the end of the orgasm, semen now merely spills from the tip of His cock to slide slowly down the shaft until one waiting tongue, or the other, laps it up.
Having finally satisfied His needs, sarah curls up at His feet, waiting. She knows that she has received her pleasures for this night, and is now waiting for the pain. She realizes distractedly that mark has the same apprehensive look in his green eyes. What have you done to displease Him, then, she wonders briefly. Without rising from His relaxed position, He motions His guests toward the door, “Show’s over folks. Glad you could drop by, but it’s time for you to go.” Sarah is once again apprehensive about the repercussions her stepfather will have to deal with when this night is done. She watches anxiously as the men dress, and amble to the door. They do not seem to be upset with Him, but one can never be sure in a small town.
After the last man exits the room and there is naught but the sound of His slaves’ breathing, He pulls Himself into a sitting position to stare thoughtfully at one then the other. His thoughts have cleared, and suddenly He knows the answer to the emotional dilemma He has been dealing with. Rising to His feet, He silently bids them to their knees. “So you two have been fucking each other behind my back? You will be punished thoroughly for this attempt at subterfuge, but first, I am going to tell you about your new lives. Two weeks from today, you two will be married. We will hold the ceremony here at the house. You will move in here, explaining this away by saying that mark is still in school and the two of you cannot afford to live on your own right now. You will appear to all the world like a happily married newlywed couple. In this house, however, you will continue to be my fuck toys…only giving yourselves to me. Sarah from this day on, you will cease taking any precautions to prevent pregnancy. Mark you will only be allowed to fuck sarah’s ass. You see, sarah, you will get pregnant, but it won’t be mark’s child you carry…it will be mine.” With these words, so viciously spoken, He jerks sarah to her feet, and forces her, face first over the back of the couch. Erect once more, He violently enters her leaking cunt, and proceeds to pound out all of His doubts, all of His jealousy, and all of His anger.
Sarah is stunned, both by His words, and by the force of the fucking she was currently receiving. Mark sits passively on the floor and watches in confusion. Thoughts of denial swirling in his brain as he watches his Master fuck sarah as He’d never fucked Him before. For in truth, mark and sarah knew each other only in passing, but if it got him under his Master’s roof full time, he would admit to all forms of depravity with her.

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For those who have been waiting eagerly for this chapter, no further introduction is needed. But for all others, allow me to recap the highlights here:
Michael had been living with his high school sweetheart, April, but also with a deep secret. When she discovered his cross-dressing tendencies, she threw him out, and flamed what he was doing to all of Facebook.
With nowhere else to go, he went to his sister’s place. Jessica not only welcomed him, she had even encouraged him to dress up, if he wanted to. Feeling confident by her offer, Michael transformed into Michelle for the night. That was when he discovered that Jessica knew about his desire to not only cross-dress, but to actually be a woman, and had been planning for this day for nearly six years, ever since she caught Michelle masturbating while wearing her clothes. That night, things quickly escalated, as the two siblings, now forever sisters, made love.
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It was two weeks later, as Michelle was passing for a girl on a daily basis that April popped back into Michelle’s life. She was sorry for the way she treated ‘him’, and wanted to apologize to ‘him’ in person. She never got the chance, as Michael was no more, and Michelle arrived to accept the apology, while offering her own apology for hiding it for so long.
That night, Michelle came home to an emotional Jessica, who had just discovered that she was pregnant.
To complicate matters further, April decided she wanted to be an intimate part of Michelle’s new life, and asked Jessica to help her do that. As the conversation between them evolved, April figured out two important things: That she would have to be dominating and forceful to get back with Michelle, by not taking ‘no’ for an answer. And that the baby Jessica was going to have belonged to Michelle.
Armed with that information, April all but lured Michelle to their old apartment, and the two made love. Afterwards, as Michelle discovered how much April actually knew about her and her sister. April then invited her to a sleepover, one that Jessica and April had arranged specially for Michelle.
Enjoy the latest chapter.Sister’s Surprise, Chapter 6: The Slumber Party
April and I shared a quick shower after our impromptu lovemaking. She spent nearly the whole time commenting on the changes I was undergoing, from my slowly developing breasts, to the fine hair growing on my mound. “Even with the evidence staring me in the face”, she said as she bent over to give my clitty a quick kiss, “I can only see the beautiful girl you’re becoming”, she said sweetly, before giving me a kiss on the lips.
I left her apartment, my hand holding hers, reluctant to let go, as our grasp slowly slid from each others with our arms outstretched. From the door, she blew me a kiss, “See you tonight, Shelly”, she seductively whispered before closing the door.
I drove home quickly, unsure if I hadn’t broken a thousand traffic laws to get there. Jessica had some explaining to do. I wasn’t mad- well, maybe I was a little- but just mostly annoyed that she was making all these plans without even letting me know.
Of course, whatever irritation (and though I wouldn’t even admit it to myself, anger) I felt, melted away as soon as I walked in, and saw the door to our bedroom open. Jessica had just walked out of the shower, naked, her body glistening from the beaded water across her skin. Her brunette hair wrapped up in a towel to dry. My eyes only momentarily saw her breasts and hips- becoming instantly consumed in by lust over the beautiful creature- before my eyes fell to her stomach. Though not yet evident to the world, she was pregnant, with our child. That knowledge tempered my irritation.
“Oh.. hi Shelly”, she said, bending over to dry off her hair with the towel. “I take it lunch went well”, she glanced up at me with a playful, knowing smirk. She knew what April and I had just did. She either knew me well enough to know I’d sleep with her, or April had already called Jessica to confirm it.
“You set me up”, I said with enough playfulness in my voice to let her know I wasn’t mad.
“You’re right”, she said, mocking my playful voice. “I was naughty, and I need a spanking”, she said, before falling on the bed, her ass stuck up in the air, wiggling as if tempting me to do something more than just spank her.
She made a playful squeal as I took a step towards her, before rolling over to protect her bottom. I merely fell on the bed beside her, as we both giggled. As our breathing slowly returned to normal, she looked into my eyes. “Okay”, she started her confession, “she called me about a week ago, asking how to get back with you. And I may have given her some advice”. She rose from the bed, and finished drying her hair, leaving me dumfounded on the bed. “Advice that seemed to have worked”, she pointed out, as she opened her underwear drawer.
“We both know you love April”, she said, pulling a pair of black, satin panties from the drawer, and pulling them up her legs. She held the waistband of the shiny material out, and then let them snap against her hip, as if punctuating her next statement. “And I know you love me. That’s why I’m comfortable sharing you with her. And”, she added, pausing a moment to have her telling smile crease her lips, “maybe you can share her with me?”
“Jessy…”, I said, suddenly embarrassed, certain my whole body was blushing. She had said she was ‘sexually experienced’, but I never really thought about her with another woman. The thought of Jessica and April together, and also with me, was having a noticeable effect on me. My sister standing half-naked in front of me wasn’t helping, as I suddenly realized my panties were left at April’s apartment.
Jessica, of course, noticed too. “Calm down, Shelly”. She said, fishing out a red satin bra, one with no padding, which let the nipple be visibly erect as she clasped it behind her back. “We’ll have all night to play- just us girls”, she said, as she got some shorts and a T-shirt. “But Jennifer will be home soon, and it’ll be about an hour before Sarah comes to pick her up for her own sleepover”. She swayed over to me, placing a hand on my lap, rubbing my inner thigh through my skirt, before kissing me. “But once she’s gone…” She left the sentence trail off, as she turned away to finish dressing. But the sexual implications about what was going to happen tonight remained heavy in the air. “Now I left you plenty of hot water, so go take a shower, and get cleaned up…you kinda smell like cum and pussy right now”, she smiled.
The doorbell rang right at 6:30, and my heart nearly stopped. I was sitting in the living room, not paying attention to whatever was on the TV, as April jumped up and ran to the door. She was definitely excited about her plans for the night. “Hi April, I’m so glad you could come”, she then led April into our house by the hand.
“I wouldn’t have missed it for anything”, April said, handing her coat to Jessica. Beneath her beige overcoat was an outfit that I had only seen her wear once before, to mark our one year anniversary of living together. A sheer, silver dress hugged her hips and breasts tightly, ending mid-thigh, and accentuating every curve god gave her. The light cascading over her body gave the illusion of a goddess straight from Greek mythos, her dark hair falling in curls around her shoulders. There were no bra straps arching over her bare shoulders, and her nipples straining against the shiny material gave further evidence that she wasn’t wearing a bra. With her before me, I was suddenly overwhelmed with why I had loved her, and why I still loved her.
As Jessica returned, I saw her in a similar light, and took note of what she was wearing. A simple cotton t-shirt, the outline of her red bra clearly visible, with her own erect nipples aching to be released. Cut-off jeans, easily showing as much toned leg and thigh as April, completed her lazy but attractive look.
As for me, having no idea what to expect for the slumber party, I was wearing a pink cotton tank-top, the Superman emblem- or rather, the Supergirl emblem- silk-screened on the front, while a lacy white bra held my breast-forms snuggly to my chest. I wore a pair of silky white panties underneath a comfortable pair of pink pajama bottoms, also adorn with the Supergirl emblem across the rear.
“I love your dress”, Jessica said to April, snapping me out of whatever fantasy my mind concocted as I stared at the two beautiful girls in front of me. “I just hope you brought something a little more comfortable for later”.
April smiled, the same playful grin I’ve seen quite bit. “I’m afraid I didn’t bring anything else”, she said, pretending to pout. “I was hoping to borrow something of Michelle’s…unless you don’t mind me running around the house naked”.
The two vixens shared a small laugh as the noticed how uncomfortable I was at the situation. “Relax Shelly”, my sister finally said. “We’re just teasing you a little”, she said, guiding April to sit next to me on the couch. “We just want you to be comfortable tonight. We’ve both had years of practice on how to use our wiles to make men uncomfortable, and a girl-girl team up is just unfair to you”.
The rest of the night went much better. April indeed did change into my nighty, the purple silk one Jessica and I bought on our first outing to the mall. And I must say that it looked much better on her. Her full breasts filled in each cup, while the layered lace disguised her nipples to the naked eye. Of course, knowing where to look, or even openly staring as I was, there was no disguising her excitement. When she stood, the nighty was even shorter than the dress she had on earlier, ending right below her hips. And when she sat down, it rode up easily to expose the matching purple panties, my eyes falling to darkened shadows of her inner thighs.
I felt a pang of jealousy when I first saw her in my lingerie, and outfit I had only worn once, and only for my sister. But that feeling faded quickly once I saw how good she looked in them. Besides, my sister had taught me to share with my lover, and April was definitely my lover.
“Pizza will be here in about half an hour”, Jessica said, interrupting the movie- some chick-flick with Rene Zellwinger- that no one was paying attention to. Instead, we just sat around and chatted, eating popcorn, and drinking diet sodas.
“Okay Shelly”, April spoke up, looking me straight in the eye, “I’ve been thinking about just how good you look now”, she started with the flattery, as I had a growing lump in my stomach. “So much so, that I think you should be the one to give the delivery boy his ‘tip'”, she said, as her hand cupped her own breasts, making it very clear what I was supposed to do.
“You want me to flash the delivery boy?”, I asked, my feminine voice cracking slightly under the stress.
“Not exactly” my sister started, clearly a co-conspirator in this. “Every slumber party I’ve been at, one girl would always answer the door topless for the pizza. Look, we’re not going to make you if you don’t want to. This night is all about being comfortable as a woman. But as the only two people to see you naked, we can both attest that you have the goods to pull it off, not to mention what it will do for your confidence”.
Both girls stared at me, waiting to see what I would say next. I truth, I didn’t know. With my breast-forms, I was duplicating a healthy 38C chest, which easily held up against scrutiny from a passersby, even if all I was wearing was a bra. But topless, I hardly had breasts. Well, perhaps a little due to the hormones I was on, but it was a far cry from a real girls’ chest.
“I’ll do it”, I heard myself whisper. “I’ll do it”, I said again with more confidence than I actually felt.
My bra and breast-forms were temporarily hidden between the cushions of the couch, while my Supergirl tank-top was draped over a chair that was visible to anyone who opened the door. I stood topless near the entrance, two $20 bills clenched tightly in my trembling hand as the clock from the kitchen again mocked me, drowning out all sounds but its infernal ticking. I looked down at my bare chest, seeing my own nipples harden with excitement despite the panic and fear that threatened to overwhelm me. Thanks to the hormones, I wasn’t as flat chested as I had feared, as perky ‘A’ cups rose from my chest with every breath.
“I can’t do this”, I shouted in a panic, as I heard the car pull up to the driveway. I wrapped my arms across my chest as I ran for the bedroom.
It was April who stopped me, not so much as grabbing me, as just holding me. Her velvet voice then offered words of encouragement, “We’re not going to make you”, she said soothingly, while easing her embrace. “We said this was going to be a relaxing night for you, and we will honor that”, she looked deeply into my eyes. “But I want you to know, that you are a beautiful young woman, and anyone would love to see you like you are now. And we promise you”, she looked to Jessica to ensure that she was agreeing with everything she was saying, “that opening that door would only increase your confidence”.
The doorbell rang, and I had only seconds to decide. Would I empower myself by answering, or live in a constant state of self-doubt?
I opened the door slowly, seeing a boy who probably was only a year or two younger than I was, holding two large pizza boxes, as he stared at the receipt. “That’ll be thirty-one, twen….”. The rest of his words became an unintelligible murmur as his brown eyes widened. I stood there, completely topless to the stranger’s gaze, nervously letting him drink in my sexuality. Though my breasts were smaller than I wished, my erect nipples jutted out painfully from the small flesh from the excitement of it all. His eyes were transfixed on my young, budding chest. I had no idea which of use was more excited during the encounter, as I’m sure his heart was pumping blood just as fast as mine.
“Here you go. Keep the change”, I said cheerily as I handed him the money, making sure to use my most feminine voice, as we awkwardly exchanged the money for the boxes. His hand momentarily brushed against my skin as I took the boxes from him. In that millisecond, I felt a surge of power, the same power I felt when I went shopping for earrings, while flirting with the clerk. It was the power of being a sexual woman.
I closed the door on the stunned young man, turning arround to smile at Jessica and April as they smiled back. “Thanks for encouraging me to do that”, I said, suddenly at a loss for words. “That was….incredible”.
April walked up, pulled the pizzas from my hands (before my limp arms dropped them on the floor). “It was our pleasure”, she said, then kissed me. My head was swirling as her mouth pressed up against hers, our soft lips touching as lovers. She pulled her head away, a trail of saliva pulled between us before falling onto by breasts.
“We’re very proud”, my sister said, walking up to stand beside us, before planting a kiss on me too.
“That was hot”, April said, watching my sister’s lips tenderly pull away from mine. “I’ve always wanted to watch two sisters making out”.
“How about it, sis”, Jessica asked, peering into my eyes. I saw the fires of passion building behind her eyes, ready to consume her, me, and April. “Shall we give your girlfriend a show she’ll never forget?”
The question was rhetorical. Whatever stories the two may have spun about what would happen tonight-a relaxing time watching movies, make-up tips, or merely chatting about the weather- we all knew where the evening would take us: Sex. I was the object of both of their desires, and we all knew what would happen.
Taking the lead, somehow empowered by the brief encounter with the delivery boy, I guided Jessica to the couch, holding her hand as we both eased ourselves down. April sat in the chair directly across, nothing obscuring her view from the once-in-a-lifetime incestuous display about to be performed. Her legs parted as she rest her hands on her knees, leaning forwards so as to not miss a single sight, sound, or aroma of the act about to commence.
Once we were situated, my sister took the lead, as I felt her hand gripping my budding chest, massaging it gently, the way only another woman could. Her head leaned forward, her lips parting slightly to invite my tongue inside. The invitation was quickly accepted, as my own lips parted as they touched, my tongue eager to find hers.
Her attention to my breasts did not cease, her hands were a blur of sensation, switching between her palm cupping them, to her fingertips tracing around my areola, to her thumb and forefinger gently pinching and lightly twisting my excited nipples. It was not a sensation I was used to, but my sensitive breasts ached for more.
“Kiss her again”, April said, as if she were directing the sensual display. It wasn’t until she spoke, that I realized that our lips had separated. I was so consumed with my sister’s efforts on my breasts, that I didn’t even notice that my head had tilted backwards, my mouth agape and my eyes closed, as Jessica’s skilled hands teased every bit of excitement from my tits, while her lips danced across my neck.
Not wanting to disappoint our guest, my head flew down, my eyes and Jessica’s briefly making contact, as I eagerly locked my lips to hers, my tongue again penetrating her mouth, all while my hands reached for her chest, wishing desperately to give my sister the same erotic attention she was giving to my breasts. My hands fumbled over her t-shirt, mauling her like I was some high school boy getting to second base with his girlfriend for the first time. That was no way to treat my lover. I forced my hands to slow down, emulating her moves in slow, purposeful actions, even through her shirt and bra.
“Take her shirt off”, April’s voice was dripping with lust. I opened my eyes for a moment to see her in the same posture, licking her lips as the two lesbian sisters devour each other in a carnal way. I had somehow expected her to be leaning back, two fingers in her pussy trying to get herself to cum. I admired her self-restraint. She definitely wanted to savor the moment.
I reached down for the bottom of Jessica’s shirt, and pulled it up and over her head. Her hands stretched above her body, causing her full breasts to jut out, even contained in her thin bra. I tossed the shirt to April, who caught it before casually resting it over her leg.
My eyes were focused solely on my sister’s breasts, as they heaved heavily with each labored breath she took. The thin, silky material of her bra did nothing to hide her excitement, as her nipples strained erect.
I heard an unmistakable moan of excitement from April, clearly enjoying the show we were performing. “Bite her nipple”, she directed. My sister gently pulled her hand from my chest, then pulled the right cup of her bra down, exposing her perfectly pink nipple to me.
I paused for only a moment to consider it. Biting was painful, and now having my own sensitive nipples now, I could imagine how painful it could be there. A gasp escaped my sister’s lips as my mouth contacted her breast, clearly excited by the prospect. With a little suction, I pulled her nipple into my mouth, and slowly, carefully, closed my teeth around it, applying increasing pressure. With every moment that past, my sister seemed to be in ecstasy.
“Open your mouth, show me your teeth biting your sister’s tits”, April was being far more than a passive spectator at our show. She was commanding, daresay dominating. I had never seen her like this. Of course I did as I was told.
“Good girls”, April cooed, watching us. It didn’t matter that she was younger than either of us: Right now, she was in charge. “Stand up”, she ordered me, as I reluctantly pulled my lips from Jessica’s breast. “Jessy, pull your sister’s pants off. Time to see how she looks in just her panties”.
Jessica looked up at me from the couch, our eyes locked, as her hands reached for the waistband of my pajamas. With her thumbs tucked in, and careful to only hold the pants- not my panties- she pulled them down my smooth legs. With all the excitement, my clitty was hard, the tip easily protruding from the waistband, with a glistening trail of precum from the front of the satin panties to the hole at the tip. Jessica inhaled sharply, the aroma of the perfume I wore mingling with the smell of sexual anticipation assaulting her nose.
“God, she has a beautiful clit”, April moaned in appreciation upon seeing my erection. “Don’t you think so, Jessy”, she asked.
“It’s the most gorgeous clitty I’ve ever seen”, she replied, her eyes focused on the seven inches I barely had contained by white panties, as it pulsed with each heartbeat I had.
“Pull down her panties, but just enough to release your sister’s clit”, Jessica obeyed April’s command, eagerly releasing me from the satin covering my bulge. “Now”, April started slowly, standing up to finally join us, “Take your sister in to your mouth”. As she spoke, she crossed her arms in front of her, grabbing the hem of my lingerie that she was wearing, and pulled it off of her in one smooth motion. “But don’t you dare let her cum”, she warned, placing a forceful hand on my chin, turning my head to pull my face to hers. “That belongs to me tonight”.
It was an odd, but arousing sensation. The moment April’s lips touch mine, Jessica’s mouth enveloped my clit. Her warm mouth and supple lips slid over me as easily as my own lips parted for April’s penetrating tongue. I felt completely helpless as her tongue slid in and out of my mouth, while she fucked my lips with her tongue. All the while, Jessica was doing the same thing to her own lips and my clitty.
I felt an overwhelming sensation of powerlessness. Even if I wanted, I couldn’t fight back against April’s commands. I would do whatever she wanted, eager to please my mistress, girlfriend, and lover.
She took a firm grip of my wrist, and placed my hand gently against her flat stomach. “You’re going to put your cum inside of me”, she whispered into my ear. “You’re going to impregnate me”, her sultry words tickled my ears, as her hand was slowly pushing mine into the waistband of the silky panties she wore, until my fingertips touch her triangular patch of hair on her mound, and I could feel the heat of her thighs. “You’re going to knock me up tonight…bitch”.
I have no idea why being called a dirty word excited me like it did. Perhaps I was caught up in the role of being a submissive little girl, that having my girlfriend call me names filled me with a previously unknown passion. Maybe it was the way she said it, being the dominate one tonight. Never before had she been sexually dominating. Maybe as I filled my role as a girl, she would fill hers as a strong man.
I next felt a quick slap against my ass, as April’s hand came down hard, “did you hear me slut?” she asked rhetorically, again calling me a dirty word that filled me with lust for her.
“Yes, mistress”, I cried out, feeling her hand gripping my butt, her nails digging into the sensitive flesh. Jessica’s efforts on my clit intensified as she heard my submissive voice, while her hands trailed up my body to once again play with my small chest.
“Good girl”, April smiled, slowly releasing her grip on my ass, and staring into my eyes while pushing my hand further into her panties, further between her thighs. I felt her body shift, as her legs parted, giving me access to her moist lips. “Make me cum”, she commanded.
My fingers were quick to obey, blindly parting her lips beneath the satin panties as my fingertips searched for her sensitive clit. My other hand reluctantly pulled Jessica from my throbbing clit. Her efforts were almost too good, and I didn’t want her to get in trouble for making me cum too quickly.
“Want to take your shorts off, sweetie”, April invited her to get as naked as the rest of us. It was clear in her tone that I was the only submissive tonight, as she spoke to my sister as a lover and equal. “Then you can have her other hand if you want it”, she then suggested.
Jessica stood, pulling herself to her feet. She turned around, standing very close to me, as her fingers undid the button and zipper of her shorts. Bending at the waist, she slid her shorts down, the material dragging over the length of my exposed and slick clit. “Ahhh”, I couldn’t help but to moan at the feeling, replaced nearly instantly as my clit rested lovingly between my sister’s bare ass cheeks.
“I should have known that you wouldn’t wear any panties”, April commented on my sister’s nakedness. “That wasn’t part of the deal”, she said through gasping breaths as my fingers worked within her slick folds.
“Shhh”, Jessica chided April. “She already thinks we’re plotting against her”, we all smiled at that. I knew about Jessica and April talking, but had no idea what subjects they covered. When April invited me to this slumber party, all I knew was that they had planned it together. Evidently they had a lot of plans for me.
“Just relax little sister”, Jessica comforted me, while also guiding my other hand to her waiting pussy. She too parted her legs, “this is going to be a momentous night for all of us”, she said, right before she gasped as my fingers brushed against her clit.
With a lover on each side of me, my hands feverishly trying to satisfy them both, we kissed. Admittedly, it was awkward trying to keep my fingers dancing on their clits, as both brought their bodies close to me, and our cheeks touching. But we kissed, my tongue simultaneously touching and playing with April’s and Jessica’s, while they fought each other to play with mine in an erotic display.
A strong and forceful hand gripped my wrist, as April pulled my fingers away from my sister’s drenched pussy. With her grip, she held my fingers to Jessica’s lips, and waited with an expectant look on her face. Jessica took the unspoken command from April, pulling my fingers, dripping with her own arousal, into her mouth, closing her eyes, and sucking them as if it were a cock.
April and I both excitedly watched my sister’s head bobbing up and down on my fingers, that moment before were in intimate contact with her pussy. The aroma of her sex on my fingers was overpowering all of our senses, as we all watched her erotic display.
Eventually, April grabbed my chin to pull my eyes towards her, forcing my full attention on her. I heard her voice clearly in my head, as her sensual lips mouthed the words “fuck me”.
She eased herself to the floor, pulling me on top of her, my fingers slipping from Jessica’s lips. I was poised above April’s petit frame, my aroused clitty bouncing with each heartbeat. I looked down between us towards my own chest, seeing for the first time, the proof that the hormones were working, as my own breasts pulled from my chest. In the moment, I had lost track of Jessica.
“I said fuck me you whore”, April bellowed softly from beneath me. A raging fire in her eyes made it clear to me that this was a command, a command given from a mistress to her submissive. I strangely relished the idea of being her sexual toy.
My clitty was hard, harder than I can ever remember it being. It took only shifting my hips downward to align myself at April’s pussy. With a small thrust, my tip became engulfed in April’s warmth. She has ordered me to fuck her. Not to make love, not to have sex, but to fuck. A submissive never questions her orders. And with that final thought, my hips took over, pushing the length of my clitty into her in a single thrust, and withdrawing nearly all of it a second later. I was fucking April, as she had commanded.
I guess it’s hard to stay dominate while you’re lying on your back, legs spread wide, as a you’re being fucked, all while moaning in loud, unintelligible grunts each time your pussy is penetrated. Mistress April finally succumb to the pleasure, as her legs entwined with mine, and her hands wrapped around me, firmly planted on each of my ass cheeks, kneading and playing with the globes of flesh. “I love you, Shelly”, April moaned between grunts. At that point, she became just April, my girlfriend and lover again.
I was close, very close to giving April all the cum she craved, hopefully impregnating her as she had demanded. A few more strokes and my load would be pumped into her waiting womb. Just a few more thrusts and my ‘forever time’ would envelope me.
A shadow passed over the living room as I realized that Jessica had gone somewhere and was now returning. I felt April’s forceful hands on my ass again, her efforts stopping my thrusts, denying me my orgasm at that moment. “I love you, Shelly”, Jessica whispered the words into my ear, and April held me in place with her hands. “You can say no if you want”, she whispered to me.
I was confused, but that only lasted a moment. That was when I realized what exactly the two vixens had planned. With April’s hands on my ass, she took a firm grip, and spread my cheeks apart. And with a surprisingly warm hand, coated with what I instantly knew to be lube, I felt Jessica’s touch caress me in an extremely intimate way. Jessica was about to take my virginity.
I was filled with a panic, my whole body tensing. It was a scary proposition, one that usually doesn’t just get sprung on someone, especially not in the middle of sex. A million thoughts flooded my head, everything from “will it hurt” to “will it make me closer to being a real girl”. Truth was, I have thought about it before, but decided I was going to get used to being a girl first, before broaching the subject with my sister. I guess she had another plan.
Though I hadn’t seen exactly what Jessica had on, a small glimpse out of the corner of my eye told me that it was purple. No clue to its length or girth. But I did know that Jessica loved me, and wouldn’t subject me to the toys seen in most videos. After the myriad of questions in my head were answered in mere seconds, I forced myself to relax, and nodded my head.
A gentle kiss was placed at the nape of my neck, as Jessica knelt behind me. I felt her body push against my back, as the toy she wore rest between the well-lubed cheeks April held open. Despite my courage, I still tensed as I felt the tip touch my rosebud. Jessica gave me a few strokes up and down between my cheeks, the toy becoming coated with the slippery substance. I felt the excess lube slowly dripping down, tickling my scrotum.
What felt like forever, but at the same time not long enough, Jessica’s hand reached down between us, angling the toy down to line up with my rosebud. I forced myself to relax. And with the patience of a generous lover, Jessica slipped inside of me.
“Relax”, April offered her encouragement, while my clitty remained lodged inside of her. “Take it like a good girl”, she said, some of her dominating personality returning to her.
Inch after inch of the hard plastic toy violated and stretched me, as my sister took my virginity with her strap-on. There was pain, I’m not going to lie about that, but that was easily tempered by the love I felt from both my lovers. I closed my eyes tightly as the toy crept into me, stretching my tight hole with its enormity and length. It seemed to go on forever, until I felt her thighs touching my ass. It filled me completely, its entire length. Jessica paused there a moment, letting me become accustomed to the intruder.
Then I felt it retreat, as my sister puller her hips backwards. This sensation was just as foreign to me as the initial penetration. Not unwelcomed, just different. Inch after inch was pulled from my virgin ass, filling me with conflicting emotions. One wanted the intruder gone, so that the ache I was feeling would ease. Another, more primal and carnal, wanted it back, to give myself completely to my sister.
Another forward push from Jessica’s hips, and the carnal feeling prevailed. My tight ass was stretched and filled again by the monstrous toy. Blissfully, my sister was slow and gentle, giving me ample time to adjust to her inward thrusts, holding it for only a moment, before retreating again. This pattern repeated until we both felt comfortable with an increased pace. I didn’t even realize that I had started to moan as my sister fucked me.
“When she thrusts into you”, April spoke, my eyes flying open to see her speak, “thrust into me”. And with timing, I felt Jessica begin to push her hips forward. And as her strap-on sunk into me, I drove into April, as the two of us moaned at each other. Taking the queue, as Jessica pulled out, so did I.
And that’s how the three of us made love. As Jessica’s toy penetrated me, I penetrated April. And as Jessica withdrew, so did I. With effort, and synchronizing our timing, I was soon close again to my climax.
“Fuck her ass while she fucks me”, April yelled at my sister, the excitement of her own impending orgasm clear in her voice. “Bury your cock into her tight ass. Make her cum inside of me”.
“You like that little sister”, Jessica asked as we both thrusted forward into our lovers.
“Yes”, I managed through clenched teeth, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of my clitty inside April, while my sister took my virginity.
“Then cum, you dirty slut”, April ordered, screaming at the top of her lungs in rapture. “Pump your cum into me”.
There’s a moment of sexuality we all experience, between achieving one’s orgasm, and the infinitesimal time where nothing could stop you from doing so. I call it a ‘forever time’, where dreams and passion overwhelm you in an instant. My hips thrusted forward into April’s waiting womb, while Jessica’s toy likewise stretched me. Where as I held my pose, ready to give my seed to my lover, Jessica continued to pump in and out, continued to fuck me. And in my ‘forever time’, Jessica must have thrusted and withdrew a hundred times, before April received what she desired.
I arched my back, threw my head backwards, and, pressed my small chest into April’s. The sweat between us became an erotic scented lotion, glistening off of our naked bodies. Jessica took a strong grip on my hips, holding her strap-on inside of me as I started to cum. My eyes opened to see April’s face as her own ‘forever time’ neared, her crimson lips pursed to call out my name.
With a force I had not expected, and a soft moan I managed instead of a grunt, I came. I felt spurt after spurt of my cum jet inside of April’s welcoming pussy. Convulsions wracked through my body, feeling as if an electrical charge began from the toy in my ass, tingling up my spine, coursing across my flushed forehead, through my chest, before finally being release into April from my clitty, who convulsed as her own orgasm overtook her.
We stayed like this for moments afterwards. My clitty softening inside of April’s womb, and with Jessica’s toy thrust deeply into my ass. We were all panting, struggling for air, in the afterglow of the phenomenal climaxes.
Eventually, and slowly, Jessica withdrew her strap-on from my no-longer-virgin ass, then stood before of me. There was something erotic and perverse about seeing a beautiful girl with a strap-on. And far from the monstrous intruder my mind had envisioned as it penetrated me, the purple toy was about six inches long, and the diameter of a highlighter marker. She later assured me that it was the smallest strap-on the store had.
I pulled out of April, a trail of cum oozing from her pussy between her thighs, to eventually stain the carpet. Without a moment’s hesitation, Jessica knelt beside me, before her head became buried in April’s crotch. She hungrily lapped at the pearly cum flowing from the young girl’s lips, flicking her tongue against April’s clit, consumed with the task of tasting both of our cum in a sensual cocktail. And to bring the girl to another orgasm.
Had I not just climaxed moments before, seeing my sister eating out another girl- my lover no less- would have pushed me over the edge. April was clearly enjoying the attention, as her already labored breathing became desperate gasps for air, as another climax neared. Twice in as many minutes, April received mind-blowing orgasms from sisters.
We each shared a kiss with my sister, smelling the raw sexuality on her breath, and tasting it coating her lips. One thing my sister had gotten right: This was a momentous night, that none of us would ever forget.
It was about an hour later. We had showered, and then returned to the living room. The overwhelming aroma of sex penetrated our senses, but no one seemed to mind as we ate some pizza, and continued ignore the movie while we chatted.
April confessed to having dominating desires, but was always afraid Michael wouldn’t let her play them out. Michelle, however, might actually like it. It was actually Jessica who encouraged her to play out her fantasies tonight. I assured her, I would be her submissive bitch anytime she wanted. It was a promise that would get me into some naughty trouble a few years later, but that’s another story.
And at some point, our future, the three of us together, came up. I didn’t know what to say. I was happy with the way things were right now, having two lovers, and knowing both loved me. The idea of marriage came up, and while it wasn’t dismissed, we all agreed that I needed more time as a woman before I became a wife. Even Jessica liked the idea of April and I getting married, so long as we invited her to the honeymoon.
Ultimately, we decided to play things by ear. April and Jessica would both help to make my transition as seamless as possible, and both had agreed to share me equally as a lover, and to enjoy the occasional threesome together (oddly, I wasn’t even consulted as they decided this, but I was happy with the outcome).
Finally, in the wee hours of the night, we all decided it was bed time. The three of us tiredly stumbled to the large bed, and fell on to the comfortable mattress. Jessica pulled open the covers, as we each slid underneath, the heat of our naked bodies warming the sheets. As I lay there, sleep creeping into my head, I felt my lovers slip in close to me, holding me in each of their loving embraces. A quick good-night kiss was shared, before we each succumbed to the dreamscape of our imaginations.

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Fantasy

The Football Coach’s Wife (Part 1)

I have to admit that I did enjoy seeing all those muscular boys. I never saw so many six-pack abs and tight bubble butts in my life. They were even hotter in their uniforms, which i got to see when I went to the games with my husband. He’d be down on the field, of course, and I’d be there in the stands cheering on the team. It was a nice arrangement and it gave me plenty to fantasize about. Yes, there were times when Bill would be fucking me and my mind would drift off all those muscular boys and those amazing asses and bulging biceps.

Fiction

Son Helps His Mother Cope

Dennis awoke to the rattling of his train compartment. They were currently riding over a rough section of railing which had disturbed his slumber enough to wake him. He reached into his coat pocket and removed his cell phone to check the time. He was careful to tilt the phone so that to prevent the illumination from disturbing his cabin mates. He estimated it was sometime early morning due to the palely lit sky. His presumption was confirmed when he scanned the clock on his phone and read 5:23 a.m. He placed his phone back into the pocket from which it came and rubbed his sleep deprived eyes. The uncomfortable conditions in which the train held made sleep nearly impossible. He sat up slightly, as if to surrender to the battle of sleep, and scanned over his companions in the train compartment.
It was a smaller compartment; it seated four comfortably during the daytime, but became an unbearable fit during sleeping hours. Dennis was fortunate though, as he was able to stretch his legs across the booth styled seat located on his side of the compartment. He figured he was given this privilege due to him being the youngest member of the group.
On the opposite side of Dennis sat two traveling partners that had been forced to share the booth styled seat. One was male and the other was a woman. The male was seated as if he was prepared to eat at the dinner table, but was leaning in a direction which left his right shoulder pressed firmly against the morning-cold train window. On his left side sat the woman, who was also leaning towards her right attempting to utilize the male’s body for comfort. Her left arm had instinctively draped itself around the man, as if she was giving him some sort of half-hearted hug. They both apparently had found comfort as they were fixed in a deep slumber, made obvious by their slow relaxed breaths.
Dennis next shifted his eyes down to the female that was stretched out on the floor of the compartment. She had a blanket on top of her, that had been progressively pushed down her body during her deep sleep, so that now it was only covering her from her feet to her abdomen area. She was lying on her back with her hands pleasantly placed atop one another amongst her stomach. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was held open creating a raspy noise each breath in and out she took.
But these three companions of Dennis were not strangers, at least not complete strangers. The male female combination sleeping opposite of him are his brother and sister. The pleasant woman bunking on the floor would be his dear mother. I say not complete strangers simply because they are related through blood and are aware of each other’s existence. But if you placed those facts aside, you would truly get four travelers that were strangers. The Clark family had grown apart over the past years so much that each member had become unfamiliar with one another. If not for an unfortunate event, they may never have come together again.
The reason that this distantly-grown family was now traveling among the same train compartment now was due to their recently deceased father, Allan Clark. Allan was a lifetime explorer in a ways. He always wanted to do new things and travel all across the world. Having children had slowed him down a bit, but he would even take young Dennis along with him on his adventurous journeys. Dennis was easily the closest to his father among his siblings, and possibly even his mother. He knew everything about his dad and thought of him as a best friend and a great role model in his life. His father’s favorite quote was “you only live once.” He would say this to Dennis whenever he had doubts about anything. But it seemed Allan’s adventurous spirit had finally caught up to him. He had fallen rock climbing in France without using any rope. If there was anything good to say, it was that Allan went out the way he wanted to which was living life to the fullest and being adventurous.
But Allan’s unfortunate demise was taking an emotional toll on the entire Clark family except for Dennis. It seemed that Dennis’s close relationship to his father allowed him to understand that his death should not lead to mourning, but rather a joyous celebration of his incredible life. It was partly this as well as Dennis’s strength, both physical and mental, that kept him from being emotional over his father’s death. Allan was the strongest person Dennis knew in his entire life, and learned his own strength from him.
The train began to slow and eventually came to a stop at the Napoli train station in France. This was Dennis’s father’s hometown and now was to be the location of his burial. Later that day was the funeral ceremony for Allan Clark. Profound words were delivered by various people that had significant connections with Dennis’s father. Dennis delivered the greatest speech of all, leaving the majority of the audience in tears at completion. He hadn’t written anything down or prepared a speech. He just went up and talked about how his dad was the greatest man he knew and would ever know. Dennis, of course did not shed one tear throughout the entire ceremony, but could not say the same about his other family members. His mother, obviously, was having a difficult time holding herself together emotionally. She was clearly distraught from the loss of her life companion. Overall it was a beautiful funeral that celebrated the amazing life of an amazing individual.
Once the funeral and burial ceremony were complete, the family headed back to their house in Napoli. Allan Clark was a not just an adventurous individual but also a wealthy one. He was the CEO for a high quality outdoor equipment company in Europe. He owned property all over Europe and one of them was located in his hometown of Napoli. It had been ages since the entire family had been in this house. They only stayed in it for family reunions in Napoli.
The family was very somber through the rest of the day. They mostly stayed in their separate rooms and cried over the loss of their father and husband. It was becoming late, and the entire family had washed up and went to bed except for Dennis. He decided to retire about an hour later as he was exhausted from the lack of sleep on the train. He entered one of the two bathrooms amongst the house. This was the shared one with his siblings as the other was located in his parents’ room. He stripped down, showered, and dried himself off.
As he completed drying off, he took a moment to analyze himself in the mirror. Dennis was roughly 6’3 and weighed a solid 205. His pecks and abs were very defined as well as his biceps as he began to flex. His chest was somewhat hairy, but not overgrown at all. He had a great golden brown color to his hair which he slicked back in a business style. Because that was what he was. He had taken over the equipment company that his dad had and was a well thought of business man for only being 24 years old. His beard was neatly trimmed and kept at a very reasonable thickness. He turned around to check his ass as he always did. He loved to squat and knew it made his ass look irresistible to women. But most of all he focused on the area his father gave him. He played around with his cock and balls as he watched them in the mirror. He was blessed to have such a nice and large cock. He knew it was from his father as he had seen it many times before and was amazed at its size. He never trimmed his pubic hair as his father had never either. He thought of his great pubic collection as being just as impressive as his penis. Dennis simply looked up towards the ceiling and thanked his father for everything that he had done and given to him. Just as Dennis was about the brush his teeth, he heard a loud cry and then more loud sobbing. He quickly slid on a pair of shorts, with no briefs, and headed out of the bathroom.
He could tell it was coming from his mother’s room and he walked toward the door. He swung the door open and slowly stepped into the room.
“Mom? Are you alright?” Dennis blindly asked as he could not see much in the dark room.
He did not receive an answer but continued to hear his mother cry. He proceeded to her bed and sat on the edge of it.
“Mom? You okay?” Dennis asked once again.
“Come here sweetie.” His mother sobbed towards Dennis.
Dennis laid down next to his mother so that she could wrap her arms around him as comfort. She was crying hysterically and Dennis was unsure of what to do. So he just remained in this position. Mother and son hugging each other in mourning. Dennis didn’t say anything as he couldn’t think of the right thing to say. He hoped he was helping her by allowing her to hug him.
Dennis’s mother is named Kimberly. She is 48 years old and about 5’10. She has brown hair and is very tan as she hits the tanning salon often. She was a typical wife of a rich husband. She did not work but received all of the benefits of being rich. She had had plastic surgery many times, on her face, ass, stomach, and breasts. She did not appear to be 48 at all but rather about 30.
After a while, Kim fell asleep in this position and Dennis was stuck. He had not intended on staying here the whole night and frankly was uncomfortable sleeping like this. Once he was sure his mother was asleep, he began his escape. He gently raised his mother’s arm up off of him and placed it at her side. As he attempted to slide out of her grasp, he startled her. She was still asleep but dreamily wrapped her arm back around Dennis and pulled him tight to her. Dennis only had on a pair of shorts and his mother only wore a skimpy black night gown. He could feel her enormous breasts pressed against his chest. He could tell she was not wearing a bra, as her nipples were pointed against the thin fabric and were sticking into his pecks.
“Oh Allan. Yes. Hold me tight.” Kim mumbled in her sleep.
Dennis was now seriously concerned. His mother was dreaming that he was his father. He knew this wasn’t going to be good, so he furiously struggled to escape her grasp. She cried out a little and pulled him tighter and threw her leg over his body to really hold on to him. His mother was so close to him that he could feel the warmness that her pussy was emitting on his cock. Within seconds, Dennis had a hard on that was poking out of the band of his shorts. His mother felt this and instinctively reached down and grabbed Dennis’s cock in her hand.
“Ooo. Are you getting hard for me?” Dennis’s mom continued to say in her sleep.
Dennis didn’t know what was coming over him. He wasn’t fighting to escape anymore. Rather he was now enjoying this sensation. He knew he enjoyed it sexually, but played it off in his mind by saying that he was helping his mother cope with her loss by doing this. Soon enough Dennis was grabbing his mother’s ass and reaching his hand into her panties. All the while Kim was stroking her son’s cock and moaning in her sleep.
This fondling continued on for a few more minutes until Kim leaned her face in towards Dennis’s. She expertly guided her mouth to his without opening her eyes and placed her soft, luscious lips upon her sons. Dennis was startled by this development, as if this was worse than the groping. Passionately kissing his mother made it seem more serious to him, yet he did not make an attempt to stop. Rather he accepted her moist lips and even reciprocating the passion. This frivolous kissing went on for only seconds before Kim wanted more as she opened her mouth and aggressively thrust her tongue into Dennis’s mouth. Once again, Dennis was alarmed by this progression and did not immediately respond. After he regained his thinking, he began to join his mom in the passionate tongue wrestling. Dennis may have been partaking but in no way was he the aggressor. His mother was feverishly throwing her mouth about his and wrapping her tongue around his tongue.
During this mother son make out session, Dennis had become fully erect and was leaking an abundance of precum. As he simultaneously grabbed his mother’s ass and kissed her, he began to feel his load build within his balls. His mom reached back down and continued to stroke him as they both kissed. The resurgence of his mother stroking him created a serious problem for Dennis. He was going to cum, but didn’t want to. As soon as this thought entered his head, he began to realize what he was doing. Not only committing a terrible sin, but he was fooling around with his father’s woman. The man he idealized his entire life, and now he was completely disrespecting him just days after his death.
Dennis tried his best to contain his orgasm, but knew it was too late for that. He put forth a valiant effort, as it was not a typical orgasm for a male. The fact that he was attempting to not jizz, made his orgasm very anti-climactic. He retained a lot of sperm from holding back, but still quite a bit came oozing out and leaked down his shaft and onto his mother’s hand. He knew she was aware of the situation as her stroking had stopped completely and was now just grasping his cock.
“Oh, a little warm-up orgasm, huh?” Kim drearily giggled.
This statement planted fear into Dennis’s head. What does she mean warm-up? He constantly asked himself. He feared what he was warming up for. He didn’t want this to go any further, but it seemed it was too late.
Dennis’s cock never even changed shape after his orgasm. He stayed hard as a rock, and considering the taboo situation, it was no surprise to him. All of the sudden, his mom rolled out of bed and stood next to it. Dennis was uncertain of what was going on. Was his mother awake, or was this still part of her dream. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her night gown and lifted it over her head. As she pulled it off, Dennis’s suspicion about his mom wearing no bra was confirmed. Her magnificent tits were now fully exposed in the minimal moonlight that was entering through a small window located high on the wall. Next she bent down and slid her black panties down her legs to her ankles. She stepped out of them and faced Dennis. He could now see her glorious pussy in the light now. He was surprised to find an enormous amount of pubic hair covering her vaginal lips. Her over the top bush turned him on even more. He didn’t think his cock could grow any further, but from the sight of his beautiful naked mother, it did.
She playfully jumped back on the bed and crawled over on top of Dennis. She slid his shorts all the way off of him and straddled his lower calves. She bent over, grabbed his cock, and placed it perfectly in her mouth. There was no hesitation on her part as she began furiously sucking his dick. With her other hand she began to play with his hairy balls. This went on for a few more minutes.
“Are you ready Allan?” Kim asked Dennis.
Dennis once again did not respond, but it didn’t matter as Kim was already beginning to get in position. She moved her ass further up Dennis’s body until her pussy was positioned right above Dennis’s erect cock. She reached down with one hand and straightened his penis so that it would align with her pussy. Again with no hesitation, she slid herself down on his dick until it was completely inside of her. At this point Dennis’s cock could not be seen. He looked down at the situation and only saw two large bushes of pubic hair interacting with each other. His mother continued to ride his dick and in minutes Dennis was ready to explode again, but this time inside of his mom. He wasn’t gonna hold back on this one. He grabbed his mother’s ass cheeks with his hands and squeezed them firmly. He was now aggressively slamming his dick into his mother’s pussy. She began to moan in pleasure and just as Dennis was ready to orgasm, he felt a strange sensation upon his cock.
It seemed that it was getting more difficult to thrust his cock into his mother. He then realized that she was also having an orgasm and her pussy was tightening on his dick. This created many dirty thoughts into his head that pushed him over his limit. He began to furiously cum inside his mother. His orgasm involuntarily made his hips thrust in and out of his mom’s pussy with more force and speed. He could feel every blast of cum release from his dick and knew his mom could to as her moans matched the streams of cum.
After the two’s orgasms, Kim collapsed on top of her naked son and began to snore again. Dennis knew she was really asleep now and figured he should leave. But this was a once in a lifetime opportunity that he wasn’t gonna lose. He flipped his mother over so that she was lying naked on her back. He wanted the get an up close look at her amazing pussy.
He was now kneeled in between her outspread legs investigating his mother’s vagina. He ran his fingers through her luscious bush. Something about how much pubic hair she had turned him on. He guessed it was because no girls anymore have bushes. Next he turned his focus to her large breasts. He wanted to do one last thing and then he would leave. He straddled her abdomen and placed his large cock in between his mom’s enormous tits. Dennis squished them together to create a makeshift pussy that he could fuck. He thrust his cock between her tits until he was ready to orgasm again. This time he simply closed his eyes and allowed the cum to go wherever it wanted to. After a few seconds of blasting his load, he reopened his eyes to see what had happened. His beautiful mother was lying there asleep with huge streaks of cum across her face and into her hair. There were also globs of semen resting on her ample breasts. Dennis was satisfied with this and exited the room after retrieving his shorts.
He knew he had done a terrible thing, but he felt the pleasure and one time experience outweighed the negative aspects. He truly didn’t mind to be a motherfucker, in fact, it now made him horny whenever he thought about it.

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Fantasm

Gray Rock Academy pt. 2

The afternoon was almost over. Jax and Tyler were making their final rounds between the two divisions. There were two divisions, the younger ones ages 10-13 were known as the juniors. The older group ages 14-17 were known as the seniors. Currently the juniors were in the classroom environment while the seniors were in the work yard training. Ex-cadet Chris and Casey were the lieutenants both were 18. Tyler and Jax were the captains, Jax was around 22 and Tyler was the youngest person to ever receive the rank of captain. Casey and Chris were working with the seniors and everything was going well so Jax and Tyler made their way to the classroom. They were laughing and carrying on and laughing and talking about Jax recent experience with one of the juniors. “I’m telling you bro…The kid’s mouth is golden.” Jax would say as Tyler shook his head no “I mean that’s good for you I guess, and I know that kind of stuff goes on it just isn’t for me man, I don’t believe in the abuse of power especially in that way.” Just then they entered the college lector type classroom a made their way down different aisles.
Jax would stop at the desk of Santiago, and snatched a note from him that he was writing. Jax would scan over it before laughing. “Hey captain Morse? Maybe you should take a look at this”. He handed Tyler the note and her read it, it was obvious that two people have been writing back and forth- So I heard about you and Jax, your such a fag
– Shut up dude, it’s not like I had a choice. Besides it may even pay off one day
– Hahaha yeah right unless you’re one of the captains favs like that kid and captain Morse, i bet they’re a bunch of fags like you and Jax
– yeah does favor that kid from the seniors
“Interesting? Cadet Santiago I would like to see you and cadet author pal in my office immediately after the class is over!” Tyler spoke in a stern voice. Both cadets replied quickly and loud “Sir, yes sir!” Jax said he would catch up to Morse later he needed to be in the dining hall. Tyler had his talk to the cadets about how he treats everyone the same and that his personal life is none of their concern, and then also gave their punishment before he dismissed them back to their quarters.
“I can’t believe we have to miss the co-ed dance tonight!” the cadets complained all the way back to the dorm where everyone else was getting all dressed up and ready for the dance. The seniors were all in the junior’s dorm helping them get ready also. The seniors dance was next weekend. Jax and Casey sat talking on one of the bed supervising as all the boys were getting ready. Jax was now yelling that the bus was leaving and all the boys exited the bunk as Jax said bye to Casey who was left behind to watch the two who weren’t going.
“Ok guys, it’s time for you two to get showered and ready for bed, Tyler…i mean captain Morse wants you two in bed early.” He turned and left yelling on his way back “I’LL BE BACK IN A FEW!” the boys both striped down and put towels around the young, smooth, tan bodies as they talked walking to the shower/bathroom part of the dorm. Santiago spoke first “damn Scott… cant beelive we fucked up I could’ve been getting some tonight” Scott laughed “you wouldn’t even know what to do!” as he turned on the hot water and the shower poured out water and hot steam. Santiago did the same to his shower and spoke “well the only reason you know anything more than jerking off is cause Jax gave it to you” Scott shook his head and began washing his hair and body. Santiago watched as Scott hands rubbed all over his tightly built young chest, then his hands would move to wash them very worked abs which flexed as he washed them. “Um…um Scott? I’m sorry about getting us caught today” Santiago spoke but never took his eyes off his friends gorgeous body as Scott replied but Santiago really didn’t notice as Scott’s hands were now washing that superb member of his. The soap gave it an inviting shine and slickness. He could tell Scott was getting somewhat excited because his dick was stiffening slightly.
Shaking it off Santiago would go back to his own shower “you know Scott I know why Jax would pick you.” Scott would turn and look at Santiago’s olive skin and tightly built body as he now did the speaking “oh and why is that?” Scott stepped closer and joined Santiago in his shower as the water splashed on their heads, flattening their hair. The water rushed down both of their young soldier type bodies as their foreheads now rested on each other’s and they began kissing passionately in the down pour. Scott could feel the roughness of their tongue caressing and wrestling in each other mouths as he placed his arms around Santiago neck and Santiago placed his hands around Scott curvy hips. Their soapy bodies were pressed together and grinding their average cocks against one another.
Loudly someone cleared there throat “excuse me” was all Casey said as he leaned in the doorway of the shower room. Both of the boys jumped back with their mouths hung open wide in shock. They began to jumble on and try to make excuses. Casey would shush them and join them in the shower striping his cloth as he made his way into the warm and steamy shower. He was much more built and had a very nice trimmed pubic area with dark hair compared o the boy’s smooth bodies with light blonde pubes. He placed a hand on both of their shoulders, telling them he wanted them both to kneel in the shower. They both were now eye level with Casey’s thick cock. He wasn’t much bigger than the boys but he was still bigger than either one of them having seen. They both knew at once what he wanted and both begin kissing on the sides of his dick. Casey was looking down at the two boys sharing his thick member, who were starring back up at him. He kept one hand on the top of each of their hands, caressing their wet hair. Scott would move to suck the enlarged, mushroom shaped, throbbing head into his tiny mouth as Santiago began kissing Scott neck. This went on for a few mins more before Casey stopped them and told Scott to stand and let Santiago remained on his knees “suck his cock cadet Santiago.” Casey stepped back to watch as Santiago placed both of his hands on Scott’s smooth thighs and then moved to allow Scott to slide with ease into his mouth. Casey moved behind Scott and knelt down and spread his little boy bubble butt cheeks apart and moved his face deep into the crevice and began licking Scott tiny, pink, and puckered ass.
Casey was going crazy with the current happenings. He soon moved away and told Scott to kneel on all fours and motioned for Santiago to move up behind him “he’s already cadet… mount him…slide your cock deep into his ass.” Casey watched as Santiago took a knee behind Scott who put his head down onto his arms and leaned on his elbows. Santiago held his dick at the base and lined himself up and began pressing into Scott slowly. Casey could hear Scott grunt slightly as Santiago got the head of his dick passed that tight, wet, and warm rim. Once he was in he took hold of Scott’s hips and begins to slide his entire dick into that ass in a single slow but hard push. Santiago began to pull and push at Scott’s ass with his dick. Scott was mumbling softly for him to go easy and how it hurt. Santiago suddenly felt a hand press on his back, forcing him to lean over Scott and stop moving as he suddenly felt the warm gooey tip of Casey larger cock pressed on his own ass. Casey began the same way Santiago did. He forced his thick throbbing head in and then took hold of his hips and pushed the rest of his entire large shaft deep into that small ass as Santiago grunted and dug his fingers into Scott sides. After a min or two of being buried in Santiago’s ass Casey began fucking, bouncing his body hard against the cadets, cause the cadets body to crash into Scotts. Casey was now really working his cock deeper and deeper. He reached out and took the conditioner and poured some onto the cadet’s smooth young ass, making it shinny. It also helped to lube his big dick so he could slide in and out of the tight ass, he watched his polished member glide in and out of Santiago ass. Scott was taking a brutal pounding as well as Santiago tried to ignore his thrashing by returning the favor into Scott’s virgin ass. Casey could tell Santiago was Cumming into Scott’s ass because his ass tightened around the thick member of Casey. Casey pulled the length of his cock from Santiago ass with a pop, he pushed Santiago to the floor and he grabbed Scott’s hips and pressed his self in with ease from the few drops of cum and such from Santiago. He pushed his cock all the way into Scott who hollered out. Since we was totally hidden in Scotts ass he began thrusting, his balls already resting on Scotts ass as he tried to push his cock deeper and deeper and sudden he unleashed load after load deep in Scotts ass. He collapsed backwards and they all the laid on the wet floor for a min.
Soon Casey got to his feet and got Santiago up as well “we got at least be fair and finish off Scott.” They turned Scott onto his back and Santiago instantly began sucking his cock. Casey waited a min before taking the small dick from Santiago and placing his own mouth on it; Casey easily pressed his entire mouth over the warm sticky boy cock and really began to work it until he felt Scott tense up. He pulled off and stroked Scotts cock like crazy as him and Santiago begin kissing and licking their own side of the little dick as a few drops of cum, what Scott was able to release, dripped slowly down the sides eagerly licked up by either Casey or Santiago. Casey lay back with both of the boys on the shower floor, one on each side of him “Wow boys…wow… my two boys.” He stood up “oh and your both still punished so get dressed and go to bed…oh and boys WELCOME TO GRAY ROCK!”

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Fantasy

The Family Confusion

I was invited to my girlfriend’s parents house for Thanks Giving. Under the influence of alcohol, I went into the wrong room and had sex with a woman I thought was my girlfriend. Of course, it wasn’t.