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Magic Wands, so to speak part II (A Harry Potter story)

Magic Wands, so to speak II (a Harry Potter story)
Mrs. Weasley walked up the stairs flicking her wand at Ginny and Ron’s door, placing a spell upon them so that the teenagers wouldn’t try to sneak into each others rooms. Hermione waited until the house was silent and tried to apparate out of the room, but didn’t go anywhere. “What happened?” “Well, it seems your mum put a placement spell upon the room. She was obviously thinking one of us would try at least…” “Isn’t there a way to break through it, I want to see Harry…” Ginny whimpered. “Unfortunately not, only the person who placed the spell, can remove it…I guess we’re stuck.” Ginny sat on her bed pouting, her lower lip stuck out. Hermione walked back over to her, “Stick that lip back in or we won’t be able to have fun.” she said looking down into Ginny’s eyes. “Yeah, we can, but the boys can’t.” Ginny reached up and yanked Hermione down onto the bed by her shirt, kissing her. Hermione gasped at her friends aggressiveness. She smiled, “Ron’s never been this aggressive,” she whispered. “Ron’s probably never been this pent up before…” she said pulling at Hermione’s shirt trying to get it off. She lifted her arms and Ginny yanked the shirt off over her head, with a small growl. She pulled her down on top of her, kissing her deeply. Hermione shook with pleasure as Ginny slid her bra off and started gently kneading her breasts. She expertly unfastened the buttons on Ginny’s shirt sliding it off, exposing her bare tits. “Oh Ginny…you bad girl.” “Oh hush Granger, I got Harry’s attention didn’t I?” “With a little help…” They both went silent as Ginny snaked her tongue around Hermione’s nipple, flicking across it repeatedly. Hermione grabbed Ginny’s head holding it against her breasts. Ginny pushed her down on her back straddling her legs. She continued to tease her tits then slowly licked down over her stomach, stopping at her pants. Hermione whimpered and Ginny leaned further down, undoing the button on her pants with her mouth, then lowered the zipper with her teeth. Her slid her hands into the sides of her hips, grabbing her pants and thong, pulling the off her legs in one fluid movement. Ginny pulled out her wand, flicking it at the door silencing the room. She then turned it around, “Revererato Minimas!” Her wands began to vibrate gently, she gently ran it up and down along the length of her friends pussy. Hermione moaned loudly, her hips bucking and tossing. She slowly slid the wand up, touching it softly against her clit. Hermione nearly jumped off the bed with pleasure. Ginny started sliding it in and out of her pussy, flicking her tongue across her clit. Hermione continued to moan and whimper, but managed to reach down and undo Ginny’s pants sliding them off then pulling her panties down. She lifted Ginny and flipped her around so she could pleasure her at the same time. She pulled her wand out using the same spell to make it vibrate. She started out just teasing Ginny’s clit, but then started sliding it in and out as she felt her orgasm approaching. Ginny started bucking her hips back to meet the thrusts of the wand. Both girls were moaning and bucking as their orgasms tore threw them at almost the exact same time. There was a knock at the door, bringing them back to the present. “Girls get up, we’re going to be late.” it was Ron yelling through the door. Hermione and Ginny hurriedly pulled their clothes on, rushing down the stairs. They walked outside gathering around the enchanted Ministry cars they had been given for the trip.
Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Fred, and George were in the first car while Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were in the second. Once the cars started to move the Ginny jumped up and straddled Harry’s lap while Hermione put a huge lip-lock on Ron. Ginny started grinding against Harry’s lap, causing his prick to start hardening. He thought to himself, “If she keeps this up, I won’t be able to think about anything else all day.” Even with this thought in his head his hands found her ass and started squeezing it. Ron and Hermione seemed oblivious of them due to their own activities. They were still kissing, but a couple of Hermione’s shirt buttons had come undone and Ron had his hand inside teasing her breasts. The car jerked to a stop, and they all separated. Hermione flicked her wand at her shirt, re-buttoning it. The doors opened and they filed out, walking over to the chapel that had been chosen for the ceremony. Bill and Fleur were waiting outside for them. Fleur was looking lovely as always and Bill looked much better than the last time Harry had seen him. He still had the scars along his face from where Greyback had bitten him. They greeted everyone and entered. Hermione had to slap Ron a few times because he kept looking over at Fleur. After the priest went over everything and they were all set for the following day Fleur pulled Hermione and Ginny to the side asking them to follow her. They entered a side room and she asked them to be bridesmaids along with her little sister, which they both seemed to readily agree to. They were all giggly when they came back out. “And what are you too all giggly and girly about?” Ron asked rudely. Hermione and Ginny exchanged glances before she said, “Well Ronald, I guess you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out…” she said giggling again. They re-entered the cars outside and went on to the banquet hall where the reception would be held afterwards. It was decorated exactly as they had specified, Fleur was just taking it all in. “It iz so…perfict!” Bill just stood back watching her walk around the room. Hermione made sure to stay close to Ron to keep him in line. They had dinner there before departing for the night. Bill gave Fleur a final kiss before the wedding then watched as she departed with her parents and sister. Fred and George bid them goodnight before apparating away. As they rode back to the Burrow they had to keep their hands to themselves as Bill was in their car as well. They all chatted pleasantly on the ride back home, trying not to look too upset about the extra occupant of the car.
When they arrived back at the house they were ordered to bed by Mrs. Weasley. They walked up the stairs together, stopping at the landing of the two rooms. They coupled off and kissed for a few minutes before forcing themselves into their rooms. They knew they would see each other shortly; as soon as Mrs. Weasley went to bed her self. They pretended to sleep when she passed each room, checking in. After a while there was a popping sound in Ron’s room. Hermione had appeared, shaking Harry unsure if he was really sleeping. He was not and she whispered the spells to use on the door for Silencing and locking. “Go on now Harry, Ginny’s waiting for you.” He got up and apparated out of the room. She crept over to Ron sliding in his bed next to him. She took out her wand and pointed it at the door wordlessly placing the spells on the door and room. Ron was still pretending to sleep and Hermione knew it. She slipped under the covers and pulled his boxers off quickly taking his dick into her mouth. He instantly stopping pretending, not being able to silence his groans from the pleasure Hermione’s mouth could cause. She stopped what she was doing eliciting another groan. She slid back up to face him, seeming to look a bit angry. “When you here me enter Ronald, you can stop pretending. I may not be as forgiving in the future. He smiled, “I did that intentionally to see what you would do…” he admitted sheepishly. “Well then you can intentionally sleep alone tonight,” she said making look like she was going to get up. He grabbed her and flipped her onto her back on the bed, him leaning over her, breathing a bit heavily. Her breathing increased too, she loved when Ron took charge in bed. She enjoyed it either way but she didn’t like to be in control all the time. He began to kiss her roughly and gently biting her lips, while he nimbly undid the buttons on her shirt. She was a bit surprised by this, usually when Ron was like this he just ripped the shirt open, scattering the buttons. When he finished unbuttoning her shirt, slid it off her shoulders and began to kiss and bite along her neck. He licked from her collarbone to her sternum. The he trail his tongue down to her breasts licking all around one before clamping his lips around her nipple. He began to suck on it, alternating between hard sucks and lighter ones. He began to slide his tongue back and forth across the very tip of her nipple. She moaned softly, grabbing his head and holding it tight to her chest. He moved over and began to tease the other nipple, causing her to moan again and writhe beneath him. He began to kiss and lick down over her stomach, then he gently blew across the trail causing goose bumps to rise across her skin. He un-buttoned her pants and slid them off, tickling the insides of her thighs as he ran his hands back up. He stopped for a moment looking up at her. Her eyes had a pleading expression, begging him to hurry. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her thong sliding it off and tossing to the ground. He was surprised to see that she had shaved all the hair off, usually she didn’t. He was so surprised that he didn’t tease her like he usually did, he just attacked like an animal. He was licking up and down her slit, sliding his tongue around her clit. He gasped at his reaction and grabbed his head again. He began darting his tongue in and out of her hole quickly, while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She began bucking against his face and tossing her head back and forth, rapidly approaching orgasm. She began to shake and then let out a shriek that threatened to pierce the Silencing Charm on the room. When she calmed down she pulled him back up and began to lick her juices off his face. She reached down, grabbing his dick and squeezed it gently. She pulled it to her hole, and leaned her head up next to his ear, whispering, “Fuck me Ron!” He didn’t need anymore encouragement, thrusting hard, burying himself completely inside her. He waiting for a few seconds and began thrusting quickly, pulling himself almost completely out before shoving his prick back in. She had her legs wrapped around him and was dragging her nails across his back. “Uh…ugh…Faster Ron!” she begged him before beginning to moan and whimper as another, stronger orgasm began building within her. She began to buck and toss as her orgasm hit her hard. A combination of her moaning and her pussy muscles contracting around his cock caused Ron to shot his load up inside her. He shuddered inside her as he pumped 5, 6, 7 streams into her, until he was completely exhausted. He tried to roll off to the side, but she held on rolling with him. She smiled up at him and laid her head down on his chest, falling to sleep. He reached down and pulled the blanket up over the two of them, falling asleep himself.
Across the hall Ginny eagerly waited for Harry to apparate in. When he did she ran over and jumped into his arms, kissing his face and neck. He stumbled and almost fell, but managed to stay upright and walk over to her bed, sitting down with her in his lap. Ginny was darting her tongue in and out of his mouth before he could realize what was happening. She ripped his shirt open scattering buttons everywhere. She ran her hands down his chest which seemed a bit more muscular than she expected. She groaned her approval of this new discovery, but then growled. “For god sake Harry, do something!” she snapped at him. He began to cautiously run his hands up and down her sides slowly becoming more bold. He ran his hands down her back like he had before, but didn’t bring them back up. He grabbed Ginny’s tiny butt, squeezing it gently. She let out small moans and began to dry hump against his lap. He started kissing along her neck and slid one hand up, unbuttoning her shirt. He slowly slid it back revealing her lovely breasts, then let it fall to the floor. He slowly kissed down her neck, then down between the mounds. He slid his tongue up the side of one and slowly flicked it across her nipple. She whimpered and he leaned in to her chest sucking on her nipple. She ran her hands through his hair and started moaning, his other hand gently teasing her other nipple. He gently bit on her nipple lightly pulling on it before letting it go. He then moved over and started sucking on the nipple on that side. She was almost constantly moaning, “Mmm…oh God….Ooh…Harry!” While he continued to sick and nibble her nipples he slowly slid his hand down over her stomach and into her pants. He carefully slid his hand under her panties and began to gently stroke her pussy. He began to run his fingers along her lips and gently brushed against her clit. This caused her to jolt around on his lap, gasping. He began to kiss her mouth again, their tongues dueling for control. He smiled as he began rub her clit slowly causing her to moan into his mouth. “Oh…god…Harry. Stop teasing me please!” He turned and pushed her onto the bed on her back. He quickly yanked her pants and panties the rest of the way off, tossing them to the floor. He didn’t hesitate after that, he dove right at her pussy. She gasped and moaned as his tongue attacked her clit. He flicked his tongue across it over and over, up and down, left to right, driving her crazy. He then plunged his tongue into her hole making her practically scream out. He groaned into her hole, it was so tight he had a hard time just moving his tongue around. As she got wetter it became easier so he began darting his tongue in and out of her. She held his head, grabbing at his hair, “Oh…ooh…Harry…oh my god! You are so….incredible…” She began to babble incoherently as her body began to tremble and rock beneath his face. She cried out and yanked his hair keeping his head in place as her orgasm rocked through her. He kept on licking and sucking on her clit causing her to start a second orgasm on top of the first. One after another after another rocked through her small frame, drenching his face, neck, and the bed beneath them with her juices. After she stopped shaking and moaning she dropped her head onto the bed trying to get her breathing back under control. He crawled back up the bed and laid down next to her. She gently licked her juices off his face and neck. “My goodness Harry, where did you learn to do that so well?” “I just learned now…I just did what seemed to be the right thing and watched how you reacted to it.” “Well now your going to have to do that every night…” she yawned. “You’re not tired out are you Ginny?” he asked, acting innocent. “For you Harry, I have more energy than anyone.” She smiled as she slowly slid down his body, and began unbuttoning his pants and sliding them off. She gasped a little seeing his dick pressing against the fabric of his boxers. “Mmm, this looks so much bigger up close.” She gently traced the outline of it with her fingernails, teasing him a bit. She then slid his boxers off causing his prick to spring up at her. It was a bit bigger than she had guessed the night she saw him sleeping. It was 9 and ½ inches long and almost 3 inches around. She licked her lips looking at it for a moment before leaning down and licking along it. She licked from the base all the way up to the tip of his mushroom shaped head. She began to lightly suck on just the head, slowly licking along as she took more of his cock into her mouth. She got about halfway down and it was brushing against the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly. She relaxed a bit and tried again, feeling it sliding down her throat She thrust her head forward, taking his entire length in her mouth. He began to bob her head up and down along the entire length, each time taking the whole thing into her throat. He began to gasp and groaned, “Oh Ginny…I’m gonna, cum!!!” he began to unload his pent-up cum down her throat. She kept right on sucking and licking until she felt him stop. She pulling her mouth off his cock and saw that it was still hard as a rock. She climbed back up, straddling his body and began kissing him, letting him taste his own cum. She began rubbing her pussy against his cock., coating it with her juices. She looked down into his eyes, “Ready Harry?” she asked. He just nodded and tried to relax so he wouldn’t hurt her. She sat up and slowly began to push herself down onto his cock. He had his hands on her hips and watched as his head pushed her lips wide apart and began to disappear into her tight cavern. She whimpered a little and bit her lip, but continued forcing herself down. She was almost all the way down and he wondered why he hadn’t met felt her cherry. She looked down and saw the slightly puzzled look on his face, “I broke my own cherry with a wand a few months back,” she saw thrusting a little forcing the last of his cock into her tight hole. She let out a deep breath she hadn’t know that she’d been holding, staying very still allowing her pussy to get used to the size of his huge tool. “Just don’t move Harry, let me get used to this huge piece of meat you have…” she said as she sat atop his cock. He just nodded his head, lightly rubbing her back and legs. She began to slowly pull up about halfway and slid back down moaning, and causing him to groan a little. She began to go a little faster, each time going a bit farther out then thrusting back down quickly. The two of them began moaning and groaning in unison to their pleasure. Ginny began to buck and moan even louder and suddenly tensed up, her orgasm overtaking her. When she came back to her senses she looked down at Harry. He grabbed her by the waist and flipped both them over so he was on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he began to pump his cock into her incredibly fast. She was moaning and giving out little yelps each time he bottomed out inside her. She began to shake and babble incoherently again, as another orgasm smashed through her, causing her to dig her nails into Harry’s back. He didn’t notice the pain of it as her clenching pussy muscles caused him to lose control and emptied his load inside her spasming pussy. He rolled to the side so he didn’t collapse on top of her. She smiled angelically at him as she snuggled up against him, laying her head on his chest. He tried to speak but couldn’t find the words. “Ginny just whispered, “I love you Harry.” He smiled and gently kissed her forehead, “I love you too, Ginny.” They each drifted off to sleep, completely exhausted, in each others arms.
They were awoken a few hours later by Hermione who apparated into the room. She ran over and shook both of them, “Harry, Ginny get up! Harry rolled over and saw her standing over them and gasped, hiding himself. “Harry quickly back to your room, Mrs. Weasley is going to be checking in a few minutes.” He pulled his clothes on and after giving Ginny a quick kiss he apparated back to Ron’s room. Ron was getting dressed in his new dress robes. Harry was happy that Fred and George had done as he had asked. He began to dress in his dress robes and they both walked down, to join the rest of the family dressed the same way. Only Hermione and Ginny were dressed in usual clothes as they were to wear bridesmaid dresses. They climbed again into the Ministry cars and drove to the chapel.
The wedding went picture perfect. Fleur was more beautiful than ever in a long white gown. Because Hermione was a bridesmaid Harry was in charge of keeping Ron from staring. Ron still stared but not at Fleur it was at Hermione herself, he thought she looked more beautiful than she had for the Yule Ball. Her and Ginny were both dressed in spectacular dresses of light pastels. At the reception everything was as planned even if there was a large number of Aurors surrounding the reception hall. After the newlywed dance everyone slowly joined them on the dance floor. Ron looked a bit embarrassed after what happened at the Yule Ball. Hermione had to drag him onto the floor and once he was there he began to loosen up about it. Harry being the gentleman he was asked Ginny and they walked hand-in-hand onto the floor, dancing very close together. At the end of the night Bill and Fleur climbed into the enchanted Beauxbaton’s carriage, that Madame Maxine had offered Fleur for this occasion. Then they all got back into the cars and drove back to the Burrow. The last month before the beginning of school passed by the same way. Ginny and Harry often went off to different places by Floo Powder or broomstick. Mrs. Weasley had reservations about Ginny going off without several people to protect her, but she figured that Harry would be more than enough to protect her. Ron and Hermione occasionally went along with them, but they too also wanted to be alone with each other. When the day they were scheduled to leave for school, they hesitantly left the Burrow and went to the train station with the usual score or Aurors and Order members with them. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley saw them off as usual. Harry was the most reluctant to go. He had promised Dumbledore that he would find and destroy the Horcruxes. Being at school would hinder him doing that, but he also promised that he would go back to school even if it was just for Ginny. The train began to pull away from the station and finally faded from sight.
To be continued…

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Our Story Ch.7 *Final Chapter*

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Maddy’s cuckold story

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The rise and fall of a boy called Rave part 18

The total destruction of Alyssa
Our school was rough, not only was it feed by the kids of the estate but all the other local council estates. Now the Waz, the Mains and the Hall had nothing on us, the rule of law still existed, but they were not nice places. The school picked its battles over discipline very carefully, a lot of the big thing got push aside, and little things where focused on in a hope of forcing us to conform in some way. While you could sell cigarettes on any playground, the toilets where full of pot smoke and fight where overlook so long as you stopped hitting the other person once they had stop moving they came down heavily on lateness and uniforms.
The uniform was simple a white shirt, grey pants, black shoes, a tie done properly and a blazer. Any deviation was jumped on a punished until it was just easier to do it right. The blazer was a good idea for the pockets, you could always carry something around with you, and the tie was the only thing that made a problem because once you put train tracks in it most people couldn’t afford a replacement so that was given some slack. Girls had a little more choice, they could wear pants or a pleated skirt.
This resulted in being able to tell what type of girl you where talking to by what she was wearing on her legs. They split into roughly four large groups but there where subgroups. The first were the normal girls who wore pants the same style and cut as the boys, these where most of the girls and it was mostly because they were cheap. Then came the popular set, they wore skin tight fitted pants, these cost more and you got some overlap from the first to them as girls rose up and dropped down, these girls were fun to look at but they a bugger to get the pants off so the was little chances of sex with them, real prick teases. Then came skirts, officially they had to be knee length, but that didn’t happen. Geeks and Nerds wore them long, near ankle length, which did nothing for them, and was like wearing a big bully me sign, but did leave you wondering what they had underneath. Lastly they where the sluts, skirts as short as they could get away with, sometimes just covering their arse, but it wasn’t to show off their legs, which was nice enough, but for easy access when I lad wanted to fuck them.
Amy and Charlotte were long skirt girls but being linked to me made real bullying unlikely, Lexi wore whatever she wanted and slapped around anyone that didn’t like it. Alyssa was a long skirt girl but she had no one to look out for her.
Alyssa was a stuck up, posh, southern swat who up until two years ago had everything. Well everything by estate standards, she was upper middle class, and she had lived in a nice big house in a suburb outside London. Her dad was some kind of banker making good money, she had gone to a privet school, and had her own horse. Then things in her life had gone badly wrong. There had been fraud charges, bankruptcy, jail for the father, divorce for the mother, and nasty rumours about photos found in daddy’s things when he was arrested. The money, the house, the school, and the horse where gone. I don’t know what possessed her mother to move up north, just to try and get away from the scandal I guess, but she did and they ended up on our estate. When she had show up on the estate at the start of the school year she was like everyone else then penniless, from a broken home, with an imprisoned father, she should have fitted right in but she didn’t because she didn’t want to and that put a target on her back.
She thought she was better than us and acted it, she made no attempt to fit in with the gang society we lived in and so she was pushed around. Most of the bullying was casual but unlucky for her one girl took a real dislike to her. That girl was Helen the Harpy, but the where few who called her that to her face, she was the highest ranking Dead Head girl still at school and that gave her a real power base, she was a skin tight pants girl all the way, she was a proper Bitch. If Alyssa had been smart she would have took the abuse, taken Helen’s shit for a few weeks and she would have gotten board and moved on to another victim but in Alyssa head she was still in a world that worked. She told on Helen, I remember the first time I heard that I laughed, telling a teacher was one step away from grassing to the police. Life got worse for Alyssa, being a ‘grass’ was not something you wanted to be, and Helen didn’t move on.
The bullying got worse, with lads we just hit you and call you names not that it can’t bad, but teenage girls have a vindictiveness and a nastiness that boy just didn’t have the attention span to achieve. You never got the whole storey but the where rumours about how bad it got. Alyssa got back by telling, not just for the bullying but about anything she could find out on Helen, if Helen cheated or stole or wagged a teacher found out. It was a vicious cycle and I like to watch it, I didn’t like Helen or Alyssa, I could have let it go on forever until Alyssa made one last big mistake. She told on how Helen was hiding her cigarettes.
The cigarette trade was hard, with drugs so long as you held your corner and kept your supply there was little business involved the price was set, but cigarettes changed. Once week you could have gotten hold of cartons, sometimes from shops but most often from a guy someone know that have come in from France or have fallen of the back of a lorry and those weeks the profits where big, hell half the time you had helped them fall of the lorry, but sometimes you had to buy packs you had to keep the price up to make anything and then people went elsewhere. To plan you needed to find a way to keep people coming back to you.
The latest way was Fast Eddy’s idea, I hated the lad but I could see why Bob kept him around, he was smart. There are these felt tip pens/markers that are quite common in British schools they are orange with different coloured tops, well if you ripe the colour out of the middle it is almost the exacted size of a cigarette. Eddy had found this gives you a perfect place to hide them and he was the first to figure this out. The Dead Heads began to sell them set up like this and give money back for refills and this improved our cash flow for several weeks. By the time that Alyssa grassed this in some of the other gangs had begun to catch on and the money was shrinking but she still cost us money. With that she had gone from being Helen’s problem to being a gang problem and that was not a place you wanted to be.
I was given orders to help Helen punish Alyssa for fucking with the gang. Another of Eddy’s bright ideas was to set up a network within the school, though blackmail, intimidation and bribery a small chuck of the school staff did our bidding. I had expanded it somewhat and was now running it, mostly they just look the other way while we did things but we could ask for ‘favours’. Most of the cleaning staff came from the estate and where on nowhere near enough money to mean that slipping them £10 a week was not a small sum. Cliff, the care taker, had a soft spot for a pro on the estate that was the wrong side of 16 and we had found out about it. We knew a Maths teacher who was gay, unlucky his wife and the school had no idea, so he worked for us. Two of the English teachers where having an affair, an RE teacher was sleeping with one of his students and the young female Science teacher and her best friend lab tech had a coke problem which I was feeding. Then there were the teachers who were just plain scared of us.
I was to give Helen access so she could hurt Alyssa. Now I would have responded by breaking a few fingers, that was the tried and tested Dead Head punishment, it is quick, effective, and surprisingly easy to do and wouldn’t mean cashing in any chips, but Helen had other ideas. That is why she found me in the library.
Helen was beautiful, it doesn’t matter how you spun it she was, deep green almond shaped eyes looked out from a perfect face, high cheeks, small nose, pointed chin and these perfect lips, just big enough with just the right kind of pout, her hair was long, strawberry blond and seemed to fall almost automatically into set waves, the small dimple on her left cheek when she grinned was just enough of an imperfection to make the face real, without it you couldn’t believe it. She had the body of a model, really, long and lean and sleek, with swelling in just the right places to make her sexy, her skin looked soft, smooth and faultless and just the right colour to look tanned all year around. She was so attractive it was almost imposable but you still didn’t want to date her because no matter how perfect she was physically she had a truly black soul, as I said she was a proper Bitch.
And following Helen like a faithful dog was a girl call Sam. Sam was not beautiful, the best thing you could say about Sam was that she had a great personality, she was that kind of girl. She was fat which did give her big boobs but didn’t do much else for her, her skin was bad, she had to keep her hair very short or it became completely unmanageable, and even thou her face could be seen as cute and acme scars and bad glasses really did spoil it. But she really did have a great personality. She had been Helen’s best friend forever and no matter how badly the girl treated her she stuck around, after they had hit puberty Helen had begun to make up for Sam physical shortcoming by turning her into a real slut. With Helen’s say Sam had been passed around and used up by most of the gang, she was quite good at sex now, practise does make perfect, and still she was Helen friend. She was nice to talk to and good in bed but really not attractive. Sam was a short skirt girl.
I was reading with Amy, I was now on real novels and she was really just there to help if I got stuck on the longer words even if I was still slow. I made sure that I finished the page before noticing them, I didn’t care how much clout Helen thought she had I was a chief, she waited for me and I was making damn sure she knew it. I even nodded at Sam first which would have started something nasty if she didn’t need me.
“Alreet, so I have got my orders, why you need me I have no Idea, but what do you want?” I asked.
“I need that bitch alone” she said.
“There are plenty of times when you can get her alone, why do you need me for that?”
“I need to make a statement, she need to see our power” you will be surprised how much our can sound like my “We need to tell her that people do as we said, and anyway I am going to need a lot of time with her in a place where people can watch.”
“People?”
“Aye people, you are going to get her put on detention, an hour tomorrow should do, so me and the other Dead Head girls can have some fun. They have to all be there.” With that she pulled Sam of Prophet who she was heavily flirting with the lad and headed out.
Detention where not hard to arrange, when someone still followed the rules, half the time we pulled string to get people out of them. You just had to find a teacher who’s lesson she was it that we had some pull over and put in a word, worst comes to worst just make sure they ran into said teacher and get them to do something wrong. This time it was Miss Haze, our science teacher coke addict, who we pull in. It cost me about £20 worth of product a week to keep her on side but it was almost worth it just to see the pretty young thing beg for it when it came to paying up. We set up a near riot in her lesson to give her cover and when it had quietened down we had a girl go ape shit at Alyssa so she put them both on a hour’s detention tomorrow night just as I was told.
Then it was just a matter of waiting for the show to begin, I sat around outside the labs and waited as the Dead Head girls still in school showed. Helen and Sam got there last, making some kind of point about power to the other girls that was lost on me, showing up first gave you the advantage of ground as far as I was concerned.
“Where the fuck is Amy” she whined.
“She did want to come, I said she didn’t have to” I said.
“You fucking retard, I told them they had to come, who do you think you are yo…” she didn’t finish. I slammed her into the far wall, one arm across her throat pinning her head in place, the other was between her legs pressed up against her crotch, lifting her feet off the floor. My face was inches away from hers, I enjoyed the look of panic in her eyes.
“There are a total of 8 people in the world that I let talk to me with disrespect, what makes you think you are one of them slut” I spat the words into her face at a low growl.
“Eddy will kill you” she hissed back.
“Eddy” I laughed “I have been giving him reason to come for me for years and I am still here. Do you really think he is going to make something over the likes for you” I had begun to slowly grind my forearm into her crotch “I could do anything I wanted to you, remember that before you speak to me.”
I dropped her, she almost hit the floor, “Now I said she didn’t have to come, and that goes for anyone else, you can leave now if you want to. Unless anyone has a problem with that” I said over my shoulder at Helen. No one move away, she was mad as hell and while I could protect my own they doubted I could them, that or they wanted to be there, luckily she was about to have Alyssa to take it out on. I walked into the lab.
I ignored the girls and what they were doing and walked straight over to Haze but before I reached her there was a single scream from the other side of the room followed by a smack. Now Miss Haze was a piece of work, you know the teachers, fresh out of school, young, hip, wanting to be the kids friend and to change the world, if she had landed in a nice middle class school I am sure she would have been every child’s favourite. Young enough for the girls to relate to and for the boys to have a crush on, and the was plenty to have a crush on, petite with a sweat little set of curves, short bleach blond spiked hair and a habit of wearing low cut tops. But she hadn’t ended up in a nice place, she had come here, at the time I think she pick it so she could make a differences, showing up at our school with a nasty little choke problem it was only a matter of time until she became someone’s prey.
“I did what you asked Rave” she said, getting excited as I got close to her. I didn’t say anything, let her twist, just moved closer until we where inches apart. She was breathing hard, eyes wide with fear, but it wasn’t fear of me it was the fear that I wasn’t going to give her what she needed and she really needed it.
“Please Rave… you promised… I did just what you said… please…” She was biting her lower lip, tears of panic forming in the corner of her eyes. She pushed her arms together forcing her chest up, her fingers began to trace lines along my chest, it was a clumsy attempt at flirting and if I wasn’t here for something else I would have seen how far I could push her. Addicts, I will tell you they will sell their first born for the next taste. I held out my hand and Lexi passed me a vial, the look of relief and gratitude on Haze’s face as I pushed the product into her grasping hands was almost pitiful.
“Now fuck off unless you feel like watching the show”
“Yes, thank you, thank you, anything you need just let me know, thank you” She said as she more or less ran for the door, I pretty sure she was head for the bathroom not home, she looked damn good from behind and I wonder ideally if next time she needed it I would make her fuck me for it.
“You told me not to play with addicts like that” said Lexi “it make it less likely that you get repeat business.”
“True but where else is she going to go, anyway next time you can give it to her, see what she will do to you for it” Lexi looked at me as if I had just suggested killing kittens with a cheese grater “anyway you can go now if you want”
“No I want to stay and see what the Harpy is going to do” she with an evil glint in her eye.
“What did poor little Alyssa do to you to make you hate her so?” I asked sarcastically.
“She touched my arm once” are well in Lexi book that was a big sin, I stopped making jokes, you did not touch her.
I leant back onto the wall and watched the scene on the other side of the room. Helen had wasted no time in starting to have fun with Alyssa, the beauty had the girl bent over a table, her tiptoes just touching the floor with Sam holding her down on the other side of the table. Alyssa’s long, blonde hair was a mess, her cute face was contorted in fear, tears forming in the corners of her baby blue eyes. I big part of my libido was getting turned on by the girl’s terror. Helen bent down, her perfect arse pulling tight inside her pants, and grabbed the bottom of Alyssa skirt. She rose it slowly, crawling up inch by inch, exposing more and more of Alyssa porcelain white skin and toned legs. Once she reached the top she push the skirt up onto her to girl’s back and then stood back to look at her prize. The white cotton panties that covered Alyssa arse almost match her skin tone perfectly, and what a arse it was, you have to like the backside of girls who are into horses and before her fall from grace Alyssa had been really into horse, toned, firm, a little on the large side it was a real peach of an arse.
Helen grabbed hold of the middle of the panties and pulled them up tight, forcing the white cotton hard between her legs and turning Alyssa’s whimpers into a shriek, she gave a last tug and let go, leaving the panties bunch in Alyssa’s arse crack and leaving more of her backside on view.
“You know” Helen said with an evil grin “I have so much planned for you but I think I will start with something simple. You have been such a bad girl, grassing on me you slut, and bad girls get smack” and with that she brought the flat of her hand down onto the exposed flesh of Alyssa left arse cheek with a loud crack. She didn’t stop at one, she kept swinging, hitting Alyssa arse over and over, each impact coupled with a little moan of pain from the girl getting louder as the skin got more used. When Helen at last stopped raining down blows she was breathing hard, her high checks where flushed and she was shacking the pain out of her hand. Alyssa’s arse cheeks weren’t pail anymore but now an angry looking pink, tears ran freely down her face cutting black tracks with her mascara. Most of the other girls in the room found great amusement in this, but weather it was just because they were not the one Helen was hurting or if they really liked it I can’t say, Lexi was clearly happy with the way things were going.
Then Helen’s eyes found the meter stick, and meter long wooden ruler with enough flex to course some real pain. She picked it up with sadistic glee and gave it an experimental swish though the air, the noise sent a wave of panic though Alyssa but she was held fast. Helen cackled with laughter at the terror of her new play thing and brought her improvised cane down onto the girl backside. It wasn’t a moan of pain of even really a scream but something along the lines of a wail of agony that forced its way passed Alyssa full lips upon the impact. The vivid line left on the flesh of her arse was far from pink, a deep angry red edging towards purple. The long implement wasn’t very accurate and Helen’s second swing went low crashing into the back of Alyssa legs, leaving another viscous red strip along her upper thigh. Helen kept swinging forcing louder and louder screams from Alyssa until she got the one she wanted.
it was on the seventh downward stroke and her scream had descend to rambling and begging that Alyssa said that was her last mistake “Please! Please stop! I will do anything you want, just stop”
Helen let the last blow fall anyway and then stopped, looking at Alyssa in a different way “So you will do anything I want?”
“Yes” Alyssa answered in a small voice.
“I can do anything I want to you?” Helen hand moved gently over her abused arse.
“I… you… Yes”
“So you are now mine?” That got some real hesitation but it stop when Helen began to pull back the stick again.
“Yes! Yes I am yours! I am yours!” Alyssa begged
“Good slut” Helen said as a truly evil smile spread across her face “Now the real fun can begin”
In the normal world that won’t have meant but in the gangs Alyssa had just become Helen’s pet, and while rape was looked down on Helen could now do anything to her. She grabbed the waist band of Alyssa paints and pulled them down, the cotton sticking for a second were it had been forced up between her legs. She left them around her ankles and moved back up to examine the pretty little pussy she had revealed, the little pink slit with a light covering of blonde hair. Helen began to move her fingers over Alyssa’s outer lips, Alyssa body gave an involuntary shiver.
“Please stop” she sobbed
“We can stop anytime you want and I can go back to the stick. Would you like that slut?” Helen asked to which Alyssa shock her head rapidly. Helen went back to working the outside of Alyssa pussy, slowly, gently, almost lovingly, quietly building up the girl’s arousal and the glisten of moister. This continued until Helen slipped her fingers inside at which point her face twisted in disgusted. She moved her fingers out fast and grabbed hold of the flesh at the top of Alyssa cunt twisting it viscously forcing new squeals of pain from the girl.
“How the fuck did you lose you virginity slut, I know no lad around here has touch you, did you put yourself around back when you where someone, do you push shit into you to get off, or was it your dad we all know what they say about him? Come on now slut tell me” with that she gave another savage twist.
“I used to ride horses… one day… well it just happened” Alyssa cried back.
Helen let go throwing back her head to laugh “You mean you gave your cherry to a fucking horse, was it good? Did you cum? Did he call you after?” Helen mocked “Well slut I was hoping I could take it myself but at least this means I don’t have to go slow anymore, you going to love this horse fucker”
Helen walked over to her bag and emptied it onto the table, Alyssa eyes bulged as she took in the contents. From the small pile of toys Helen had brought to her party first she selected a long, thin, metal vibrator. She played with the black, plastic bottom experimentally bringing it up to full speed and then back down again. She placed the cold, hard tip above Alyssa clit and smile down at the exposed girl.
“I am going to make you cum, you should know this isn’t about make you feel good, this about the power I have over you slut, I am going to use you up and FORCE you to cum for me. Just so you know” and with that she twisted the black knob all the way up putting the small but powerful motor inside the toy on full. Alyssa body tensed at the new sensation and an unmistakeable moan of pure pleaser slipped passed her lips before she clapped her mouth closed. Helen moved her hand in small circular motions sliding her toy over the skin around Alyssa’s clit but always keeping the vibrator near her most sensitive spot. If this had been about Alyssa she wouldn’t have, there would have been more build up, it was clearly too sensitive as she desperately tried to move her body away. Uncomfortable or not it was clearly effective, to her credit Alyssa fought it but it was inevitable, it wasn’t long before her body betrayed her. Her checks where flushed, sweet ran down her face, each outward breath was a stifled moan and her body was pushing back trying to increase the pressure of the contacted.
Helen knew she had the girl close, knew just one more push would put her over the edge, and knowing this she pulled back. The noise Alyssa made was a growl of frustration which only made Helen smile at the power she had over her new play thing. She held off for a heart beat more and then pushed the toy back forwards. She wasn’t aiming for Alyssa clit anymore but the middle of her dripping cunt, she drove the vibrator as deep as she could the two fingers she gripped the base with disappearing inside the girl’s body. This sent Alyssa’s body into climax, her screams again filling the air but from a new reason, her muscle tensed so hard that her arms ripped free from Sam grip. But Helen didn’t just want an orgasm, she wanted a big one, she pumped the vibrator in and out of her spasming cunt at speed, her free hand moving in the rub her finger hard across Alyssa clit, sending new waves of pleasure through her body forcing it to stay at its peak for longer.
It had to end and Alyssa crashed back down onto the table breathing hard. Helen pulled back and ran her tongue up one side of the toy tasting the girl’s juices. She walked around the table slowly swapping places with Sam. Alyssa body was near spent and was trying to doze off, Helen put a stop to that with a thunderous slap to the face “We are nowhere near don’t with you slut, now clean up after yourself”
With that she force the wet vibrator into the girl’s mouth making her taste herself, at first she gagged and tried to pull away but soon go the idea that she wouldn’t be allowed to before had done as she was told. It was half heart but she liked and sucked the toy clean of her own cum. All this was a side show however as Sam was now standing behind the girl. She lifted her skirt showing off her round fat arse rapped in a near none existent, blue, lace thong. She slipped the thong down her legs and being the only male in the room threw it in my general direction and picked up something else from the pile of toys.
It was a strap-on, a red rubber dildo longer and much thicker than the vibrator attached to a black leather harness. She slipped it up her legs to replace the thong and adjusted the straps to keep it in place. This coupled with the strong muscles that I knew lay just underneath Sam’s fat meant that Alyssa wouldn’t know what hit her. Even with the resent climax Alyssa was tight and it took some force to stuff the large dildo deep into her. New cries of pain, slightly distorted by the presents of the toy in her mouth, fill the room. Sam went hell of leather, one good thing about having sex with Sam was she always put in full effort, and even with the clear pain it was coursing Alyssa the physical stimulation could not be stopped and soon her body was responding again, moving in time with the downward thrusts.
It was then that Helen called a stop “Sam pull out now, I am in the mood for something else, fuck the sluts arse.” Sam pulled out and began to line up with Alyssa pucked little arse hole. Alyssa panicked.
“Please NO! NO! Not that! It is too big! It will kill me! Please!” Helen slapped her again to stop the rambling.
“You are mine now slut and you are going to be taking it up the arse a lot if I have anything to say about it. You are going to have to get use to cumming that way like a proper slut” and she nodded to Sam who thrust forward. If it was hard to penetrate Alyssa’s cunt her arse was near imposable, Sam had to pull out to re-lube from the juices of Alyssa’s juices again and again each time forcing her way deeper into the girl’s tight arse and getting more cries and sobs to stop. I got punishment but I am no sadist, if it had just been us there I think I would have stopped it but with the number of gang girl there watching I didn’t, my reputation was everything and I would lose face.
It took a long time but in the end Sam got all the way in, she pull back and did it again and again. Soon it became easier and Sam put herself into a steady rhythm pounding the girl’s arse. It felt like an age but it couldn’t have been all that long as Alyssa whimpers of pain began to take on a new edge, much to my surprise the new sound could only be described as a whine of something close to pleasure. There was still a lot of pain mixed in but soon there was no mistaking it, some part of Alyssa was liking it and it kept building and building.
When the orgasm came it was a sudden, brutal and dirty thing forcing it’s way though Alyssa shaking, abused body, the noise she was making as much sob of shame and moans of ecstasy. Sam wasn’t done, the violation of the girl’s body had turned her on. She undid the harness leaving the dildo sticking out of Alyssa arse and flipped her onto her back. Sam climbed onto the table and straggled Alyssa’s face forcing her cunt onto her mouth. It wouldn’t be right to say she made Alyssa eat her cunt, Alyssa had very little to do with it, brutalised and half stunned from what had happened to her she just lay there and took it as Sam fucked her face.
Sam picked up pace riding the girl’s face, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and she began to scream about how close she was, I learned forwards to watch the show. Another reason why it was fun to fuck Sam was that when she came she really came, Sam was a squirter. She raised her cunt a few inches of Alyssa face sending her fingers to work rubbing and slapping her clit. She gave out one last scream and came. She sent gush and gush of liquid into Alyssa face, filling her eyes nose and mouth with her cum as her body tensed on top as Sam hit her climax. Sam role off leave Alyssa sputtering and gasping for breath, her face, chest and hair soaked though. Her shirt clung to her body near see though from the liquid. She role on to her side and did the best to roll into a ball.
“You are mine now slut,” Helen said “body, mind, and soul. You ever question that and we can do this again and again and again. You are dirty and I will use you for my pleasure and the pleasure of the gang but if you are a good slut I my make you come now and then and I won’t hurt you when it isn’t fun. We can go over the rule tomorrow.”
With that Helen left the girl quietly crying and walked out, the rest of the girls following her.
“Make sure she makes it home, we could do without her being found like this” I said to Lexi and walked out. Two cleaner stood outside, they would have heard most of it, but they where estate people they knew not to fuck with the gang. I slipped the both a £10 note and told them to wait until the room was empty and clean it. I knew they would do a god job, everyone has a prices it just worries me how little some people is. I walked out, I still had a corner to get too and tomorrow to look forward to.

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Broken Little Thing

“I know it would be wrong… But if nobody else knew about it… I mean, you’ve always done so much for me… You’re the person I like the most in the whole world. If you like watching me…” Even before I could say anything, Ava was half sitting, half lying back on the couch just as she was before, her legs bent and slightly spread.

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The Bradford Family Saga Part 5

“We did a lot of talking after that. We told ourselves that we were adults, that
incest didn’t really apply to us because we weren’t kids, and this was something
we wanted to do.” Carol shrugged again. “So we did it! First, just by ourselves,
alone, I mean. Then we got daring and did it together and that was even a bigger
kick. The rest is history.”
Carol turned to her daughter. Marsha hadn’t heard the last part of the story.
She had fallen asleep, exhausted, a smile on her face and a finger inserted,
deep, in her pussy.
Carol covered her with her robe. She hadn’t told her about the other couples
that they had fucked; orgies, really, but, she thought, that could wait. So
could all the video’s, the evidence of their combined pleasures. Yes, it all
could wait. There had been enough excitement for one night in the Bradford
house.
**************************
Carol paused outside of Peter’s room. She listened at the door, but heard no
sound. Did she dare try to talk to him, make him understand his sister’s
desires, prepare him for what she was sure would come? What would she say to
him?
She hesitated, a trembling hand on the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, she
turned the knob. The nightlight bathe the room in a soft, semi-darkness. The bed
was turned down, but had not been slept in. Surprised, she looked at the clock.
It was after midnight. Where could he be? Her mind started to race with concern
before she finally realized that Peter wasn’t a boy anymore. Wherever he was, he
could take care of himself.
She sat on the bed, suddenly exhausted; her pluck dissolving, leaving her sleepy
and forlorn. She would rest, just for a moment. Peter! You poor baby, she
thought as she laid down, you’re surrounded by people who have taken a different
road than you. Please try to understand, her drifting mind asked the enfolding
darkness.
Carol dozed, her mind flitting from memory to memory. The full wonders of sex
and passion had come somewhat late to her, aided by an exciting accident. Her
body had responded to dormant stimuli, and suddenly, yesterday’s perversions
became today’s pleasures. Behind closed doors, her passion knew no bounds,
everything was pleasure. There were no taboos. Only in the light of day did the
dread of exposure clutch at her heart, but it was night, and she was safe to
dream, to feel, and to want.
*************************
Peter didn’t pay any attention to the light in the den as he slowly, and
quietly, started to climb the stairs. His legs hurt like hell and his shoulders
bore teeth and nail marks, vivid testimony to his aunt’s passion. He shook his
head, still not quite believing what had happened.
It had been insane! But it had also been, maddeningly exciting. He could still
feel his cock pushing the walls of Mary’s hot cunt apart; the slippery wetness
sucking him deep into an unbelievable molten furnace. Her legs had gone around
his waist and she had plunged her ass up and down his rigid cock as hard as she
could, all the time digging her fingers into his shoulders and nipping at his
chest. Her cunt was a gushing volcano, a vicious vise that clamped on his prick
and refused to let go. And all the while, her hips churned, frantically turning
one way then the other, trying their best to rip his cock off.
He had held her up by the asscheeks, trying to control her rhythm; match her
passion, but she was so wild he had trouble just hanging on. Her cums had
started almost immediately, building one on top of the other until he could no
longer tell when or how many. She just kept cumming, and when he shot his load,
the top of his head almost came off.
He had never fucked anyone so wild.
They had sunk to the bottom of the pool, the cooling water up to their chins.
“Just what I like,” she had said huskily, “good, hard cock! We’re going to have
lots of fun, sweet nephew.”
“Aunt Mary . . .”
“Mary! Just, Mary,” she said with a smile. “I’m not that much older than you.”
“Haw! If I didn’t, I sure know now. But what about uncle John?”
He was surprised when she threw back her head and laughed. She put her arms
around him and held his face close. “If he’s a good boy, I may let him make a
movie of us fucking each other. He’s like that.”
It was a crazy statement, but Peter’s hands had already encircled her waist and
were drifting up to her full tits. Mary had a lovely set of tits, he thought,
fondling them, making her moan with renewed passion, almost as nice as Marsha’s.
His cock twitched again as he remembered his sister standing in the bathroom,
her beautiful tits proud and erect. Mary giggled. “Ooooo, goody,” she said.
“Round two.”
This time they fucked on the pool stairs, with the water lapping at her pussy
again; her legs up high on his shoulders. Afterwards, she had cleaned his sticky
cock with her mouth, her tongue searching for every last, tacky, smear of
cum-juice. Her mouth was warm and soft and moist. When she was finished he was
squeaky clean and he had another hard-on.
“Oh, boy, am I tempted, but my pussy’s been pounded like a rock today.” Her hand
circled his thick shaft, her fingers barely touching. “You keep this ready for
another time. If I know my family, you’re going to have a very busy weekend.”
That was the second crazy thing she had said, he thought as he reached his room.
She was a great piece of ass but he was convinced that she was a bit wacky. He
opened his door.
His hand froze on the doorknob and his breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t
believe his eyes. Marsha lay coiled up on the bed, her back to him. The soft,
semi-darkness created erotic shadings in the valleys of her body. He looked
around hastily. It was no mistake. He was in his own room!
Despite the time spent with his aunt, Peter got a hard- on as he eyed her
shapely buttocks and watched her chest rise and fall, rhythmically. His mind
filled with images of her loveliness, flaming his frustration and his passion.
Slowly, he approached the bed, aware that he should turn and leave before she
woke, but just once, he wanted to get close to her – just once, put his arms
around her.
Carol knew she was dreaming and she smiled in the twilight world of half-sleep.
She felt her dream lover’s approach and the bed sag under his weight. She curled
her body to fit his contours, feeling the prodding stiffness of his heavy cock,
warm, against her back. She pushed back with her ass. The stiff prick twitched
as it touched her back and asscheeks and a low moan escaped her lips.
She knew he was young and strong. All her dream lovers were. His arm came across
her body and cupped her sensitive tit. An electric shock tingled her cunt and
she began to juice up. Lewdly, she rubbed her ass up against his rigid fuckpole.
It felt wonderful, and thrilling and her breathing became ragged.
His hand kneaded her full tit, and toyed with the nipple, making it stand hard
and erect. Turning to him, she moaned in real passion, her face still hidden by
the darkness. She sighed as her hands encircled his cock, the thing she craved.
It was thick, and meaty, and long, and the head was moist with passion.
Dreamily, she cooed. It would fill her wonderfully.
She heard her dream lover mumble, but couldn’t catch the words. It didn’t
matter. He slid down her trembling body, opening her robe, exposing her pleasure
pit. She ran her hands over his hard body as he went by, feeling his strength,
his vitality. Her body jumped and arched upward as his mouth clamped on her
cunt. She wailed in loud surprise. Shooting bolts of lightening surged through
her body as his tongue rammed through the blonde thatch, into her dewy cunt. Her
eyes snapped open and a cold sliver of reality stabbed her mind.
This was no dream! This was real! Someone was eating her pussy! Her mind fought
against the enormity of it all while her body begged her to surrender to the
wonderful pleasures that were charging upward to her brain. Her eyes were
blurring. She dug her fingers into his hair and tried to pull his head, to
recognize him, but he couldn’t be budged. His face, buried in her mound,
remained hidden in the darkness.
“No!” she hissed. “No! Stop! . . . please! Oh, God, that feels so good.” She
gasped and her mind whirled and she felt the fight go out of her body as his
tongue swirled around her puffy cuntlips, leaving a trail of wet, tingling
pleasures behind. Her juice flowed like a river as another sharp bolt of
pleasure coursed through her steaming pussy. She grabbed his hair, this time
twisting his face into her pleasure-raw pussy, smearing her tart, musky,
love-juice all over him.
“Oh, yessss!” she panted. “Suck my cunt! Lick my juice! Oh, God! Make me cum!
Ohhhhhh . . . I love it so much! . . . Whoever you are . . . please make me
cum!” she moaned in a small, desperate voice.
Peter was in another world. Years of fantasy, of frustration, of suppressed
desire had sent his mind to a place where convention and morality, even words
could not enter. Morality be dammed, he thought. He was sucking Marsha’s cunt
and nothing else mattered; nothing except the tangy juices that flowed over his
twisting, stabbing tongue.
He felt the fight in her body, heard her demands for release, felt the painful
tugging of his hair, but he refused to let go. Not until he had exorcised this
demon from his body. Not until he had stuffed her full of his engorged cock!
Carol felt the stranger reach over her squirming thighs and pull her cuntlips
apart with his fingers. She knew her naked clitoris was staring at him, pink and
vulnerable. He sucked it into his hot mouth and she jumped and cried out in
passion. Her toes clutched with each smack of his lips and the last long suck
sent a tidal wave of pleasure through her body and triggered her orgasm. She
wailed, hardly aware of where she was, or who she was with. It didn’t matter!
Only the pleasure mattered! She was drowning in pleasure, her body racked with
tic-like spasms, and yet, she wanted more.
Carol’s body heaved, and she panted with sudden exhaustion; perspiration
trickled down her brow but a small smile played at the corners of her lips and
she sighed. Never had she been sucked with such intensity; never with such
passion. Her body shivered and tingled and her cunt drooled at the thought of
being filled. Her eyes opened slowly and she saw the shadowy shape of her real
life dream lover rear up in front of her, his beautiful cock bobbing in front.
It was magnificent! Automatically, she opened her legs to receive him – this
stranger – this pleasure giver.
The moon cast a small silvery light across the room; across his face. Her brain
registered recognition, but didn’t believe, and before she could react it was
too late to save herself.
“Noooooooooo!” she wailed in desperation as Peter drove his rock-hard cock into
her sizzling, dripping, wide-open cunt. His rod parted the waiting pussylips and
sunk easily into the hot depths of her body. She writhed against the mattress,
legs spread; her body involuntarily undulating. She moaned and gibbered
incoherently, but her rational mind screamed at her. You’re fucking your own
step-son!
Fighting against her traitorous body, her fists pounded his humping body. Her
nails raked his heaving back. Still he drove into her, making her cunt contract,
sending fiery thrills throughout her demanding flesh. She bit her lip,
desperately hoping the pain would make her body heed the small, rational voice.
Her charged sensory system erupted as another surge of his powerful cock filled
her up. The small voice faded into the darkness and Carol surrendered to the
most exquisite ecstasy imaginable.
“Uhggggggg! Aaaaaaah! Oh, Peter! Peter!” she gushed as the pleasure of his prick
filled every pore of her body, sweeping her away, into an abyss. She wrapped her
legs around Peter’s loins, digging her heels into his asscheeks, forcing his
cock deeper into the surging volcano of her cunt. His cock felt huge! Mammoth!
It filled her up and pounded her sweaty body down into the mattress again and
again. She twisted her hips lewdly, matching him, stroke for plunging stroke.
Her lips showered him with hot, passionate kisses.
It was deja vu! A beginning and a continuation. It was the supreme taboo! And
the supreme pleasure!
A blinding explosion of primary colors filled her brain and she was swept up in
an excitement that defied descrip- tion. Her only, truly conscious, thought:
Marsha is going to be so very jealous.
Then the tidal wave rolled over her.
“Ohhhhhh! Fuck me!” she whispered, “Fuck meeeee!
“I can’t hold it!” Peter groaned. “Marsha! Baby! I’m cumming! . . .
cummmmmmmmmmm!”
“Yesssssssss!”
Carol’s eyes rolled back and her body shuddered as Peter’s cock flexed violently
in the deep well of her cunt and his cum spurted, hotly, against her
pussy-walls. She dug her fingers into his flesh.
“Eeeeiiiii! Awwwwwwwww! . . . Ohhhhhhh!” Peter gasped through clenched teeth;
his eyes glazing as his erupting cock sent explosions of cum into his fantasy,
his “Marsha.”
Carol clung to his rigid body as his prick still pulsed in her cunt. She jerked
and shuttered like a rag doll; her pleasure so intense, tears ran down her
cheeks.
Peter slumped on her, exhausted, his body dead weight on her yielding flesh. She
held him in tight desperation, trying to forestall the reality that slowly
threatened to shatter this one moment in time.
“Marsha,” Peter mumbled, “. . . forgive me . . . waited so long . . . wanted
you.”
Carol heard his plea for forgiveness and realized what had happened. He thought
she was Marsha! He thought he was fucking her! Oh, my God, she thought, these
poor kids.
Peter propped himself up and pushed the matted hair away from her face. His hand
froze and his face became a mask of disbelief. No! No! This had to be a bad
dream. His tortured mind screamed at him. He couldn’t have fucked his own
mother, he just couldn’t have. His brain was stabbed with the ice cold spear of
his enormous sin. He had fucked his father’s wife! His laugh became hysterical.
Carol gathered him to her and began to make soothing sounds in his ear. She had
to make him understand. There was no sin in pleasure. His feelings for Marsha
were no different than the hidden feeling she had for her brother, or Mike, for
his sister. She felt no remorse. Fucking her stepson was no more a sin than
fucking her brother. She would make him understand. She had to.
She held him at arms length and shook him. “Stop, Peter, stop that!” she
commanded.
“Mom . . . I didn’t know . . . I thought . . . I’m sorry,” he said and his voice
trailed away.
“You thought I was Marsha. I wish it had been, for both your sakes; she would
have loved to be fucked like that, with so much pleasure. But if it couldn’t be
Marsha, I’m glad it was me.”
He stared at her, uncomprehending. “Wha . . . you enjoyed? . . . Marsha? . . .
Being fucked by me? That’s incest!”
Carol smiled and shook his head. “We committed no sin, Peter. Do you understand?
No sin! The only thing we’ve done is share ourselves. Did you enjoy fucking me?”
Suddenly aware of Carol’s lovely nakedness, Peter blushed and shrugged his
shoulders. Then he laughed. “I did enjoy it! I can’t lie about that. You’re a
great fuck . . . I mean . . . ” He shrugged again, eying her body and
remembering the wanton response of her grasping pussy. “That was supposed to be
a compliment.”
Carol hugged him tightly and giggled. “I took it as one. You know, you have a
great cock! I hate to admit it but it’s bigger than your father’s.”
Peter blanched at the mention of his father, but Carol patted his cheek. “I’m
going to tell you a secret, Peter. It’s really a family secret because we’re all
involved, even you and Marsha.
“And after I do that,” – she reached for his sticky, cock and began to finger it
back to life – “I think you’ll want to stick that lovely fuckpole back inside me
and really give me a ride.”
Carol could tell Peter didn’t understand what she was talking about, but her
loving arms were open, beckoning him to her, and when they folded around his
strong body she knew that his understanding would come.

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The Girl Down the Street

The Girl Down The Street
Lemme start by saying, life gets better. If you’re thinking life isn’t good, wait a bit, trust me, it does. Or at least it did for me. I never once thought that one of my best friends and I would escalate our friendship to a whole different level, but hey! Look at… Never mind.  I’m getting ahead of myself. Lemme start with the beginning.
My name is Jackson. I’m 16, and a sophomore in a small town high school in the Midwest. Things don’t get much more boring than it does out here. There’s nothing to do but each other. But, again, I’m skipping ahead. 
I don’t have much in the way of “friends”. True friends anyway. I have acquaintances, and people I like to hang out with. But the number of people I can really talk to and be honest with are few and far between. I have one in particular, and her name is Rose. She has to be my best friend of all time. I can tell her anything, and we can talk about stuff no one else will. I’ve had girlfriends, but I don’t think I’ve been as close to them as I am to her. 
It all started on one crisp winter day in December. She was having me and her boyfriend over to hang out and watch movies and things. We did this often, called it a movie day. Even though most of the time we would sit and watch How I Met Your Mother on Netflix. That’s just how this one turned out. We were all sitting there about 4:15 in the afternoon when her boyfriend gets a call that he needs to come home and do some work. Reluctantly, he packs up, gives Rose a goodbye kiss and head out the door. When she comes back downstairs, I’m just relaxing in the recliner watching tv. She plops on down on the couch and watches with me without saying a word. Finally I break the silence.
“I don’t understand this show. He doesn’t tell them how he met their mother at all. He just tells them how many girls he banged before he met their mother.” 
“Maybe it’s trying to tell you something.” was her reply, and I could have swore I heard a slight seductive tone. But I dismissed it. 
“I’m going to get a drink, would you like anything?” she asked after a little while. 
“Water please.” I reply. She got up from the couch and walked toward the stairs, her back to me the whole time, and something strange happened. 
As she walked away, I noticed the perfect way her ass moved when she walked. It almost had a “come hither” motion to it. This was strange for two reasons. One, I was noticing my best friends ass, and she had a boyfriend. And two, I’d never done that before. Granted she was beautiful. At 5’9″, she had a perfect hourglass figure, with not too big not too small but perfect 36B boobs. But I’d always just seen her as a great great friend. Never more. 
But now….I was thinking about a whole new side, literally. Finally she disappeared up the stairs and I told myself out loud to snap out of it. But the more I tried not to think about her, the more I did. The more her accentuated curves formed an hourglass shape with her body, how her ass curved up her sides and turned into her luscious breasts…
 
My thoughts were interrupted by Rose returning with my water. She went back to the couch and sat down like normal, but the way I watched her do it was different. 
I decided to joke with her. “Well, we’re finally alone. What shall we do?” I added a wink. 
She turned and smiled. “I dunno big boy. What do yooou wanna do?” she batted her eyelashes at me.
I want to rip your clothes off, was my first thought but I scolded myself. “Oh I dunno…” and I took her hand in mine. “I was thinking we could start slow…”
She picked up fast, “I agree, then maybe we should get a little more forward..” she jumped on top of me and straddled me, a seductive look in her eye, but she couldn’t hold her composure, and she burst out laughing. She rolled off of me and onto the floor, still dying of laughter. I couldn’t help myself and I joined her in laughing so hard it hurt. We eventually calmed down, and turned back to the show. Her boyfriend showed up later on and we continued “movie day” without incident, but my thought kept straying to the view of her perfect round ass…
I woke up the next morning, a lazy Sunday, to my phone buzzing. It was Rose, and she wanted me to come over. She only lived just down the street so I threw some clothes on and headed out, not before I took time to fix my hair. 
I knocked on her door and waited a while. I thought maybe no one was home so I turned to leave and jus then her door swung open and there she stood, eyes red from crying. She was still sniffling as I threw open the glass door and rushed in demanding to know what was wrong. 
“Brandon dumped me. He just dumped me, without any warning.” she said between sobs.
I ran forward and embraced her.
“Shh..it’s ok, it’s ok… Did he tell you why?” 
“Yeah…” She sobbed into my shoulder. 
“He said I was too flirty with other guys, especially you…”
“That’s crazy!” I said, but I secretly knew it wasn’t. “We don’t flirt!” On purpose, I finished in my head. 
“Thats what I told him! But he wouldn’t listen…” she began to cry into my shoulder. I led her over to her couch and we sat down and I just let her cry it out; every now and then I would say “Shh…” or “It’s ok..” but every time I did my heart did a tap dance. She was single! Now I don’t feel so guilty for my thoughts. And it’s not like I’ll get a girlfriend soon either.
All these thoughts were running through my head and I hadn’t noticed Rose had stopped crying and she was just resting her head on my shoulder. But the unique thing was that she happened to rest her hand right in my lap. It took all my self control not to get too ‘excited’. But the inevitable happened. I felt myself slowly getting bigger and I felt it straining against my jeans. At this point I knew she had to feel it, but if she did she said nothing. She just sat there head on my shoulder, arm around my neck, other arm in my crotch. I was doing everything possible to put down the raging hard-on. Think of dead things or ugly people or….
Something strange happened. I could feel her hand moving slowly on the front of my jeans. Not a big movement but she was moving, slowly back and forth, right on my erection. This can’t be an accident… I thought to myself.
 I turned my head and looked down at her. Her dark brown hair smelled so nice, like strawberries. She looked up and our faces were less than an inch from each other. I don’t remember leaning in but the next thing I knew I was kissing her. Lightly at first but soon our tongues made a gentle pass and we were off. We just sat there and made out, like nothing was wrong, like we were two lovers in heat. 
She put her hand on my chest and pushed me back downing the couch, her on top of me. We continued making out until her hand found it’s way inside my shirt. She began running her hand over my chest and stomach. Now I’m not ripped, but I am rather muscular, and girls like that, apparently. 
I felt like I should be doing something with my hands so I started to rub them up and down her sides, all the way down to her ass and all the way back to her boobs where I rested my hand and began massaging them. Rose let loose a little moan in my mouth. I took this as a sign on enjoyment so I continued. 
She moved her hands and grabbed my shirt and ripped it over my head and went right back to kissing me. I moved my hands down her back until I found the edge of her shirt and pulled up until it too was off, leaving both of us topless other than her bra, which, with very little fumbling thank you very much, I managed to remove. 
I rolled us over so that I was on top. I took my kisses from Rose’s mouth to her cheek and eventually her ear which I kissed down the the earlobe, she jerked a little at this. I made a mental note. My kissed went from there down to her neck, and down her front until I was kissing between her breasts. I moved my head slowly along until I was resting above her right nipple, and I went down and began kissing it. I lightly wrapped my lips around it, soliciting a quick whine out of Rose. Another mental note. 
I began to lightly suck on her nipple, and eventually my sucking grew more fierce. I worked my hand up and started rubbing my fingers around her other nipple, slightly pinching now and then. Rose was squirming beneath me but I just increased the pace and ferocity of my sucking and rubbing. 
All at once, she let out a long and loud moan and bucked her hips into the air and held them there. I didn’t stop, I just kept going until her moan turned into a hum and her breathing grew more rapid and finally she pushed me away saying “N-no..n-no more…”
I crawled back up toward her mouth, her breathing returning to normal after her orgasm. She whispered into my ear: “That was more intense and anything Brandon ever gave me. Thank you.” she planted a deep kiss, complete with tongue, on me and we collapsed onto the couch. 
Rose laid on top of me for a while, her head on my chest, still topless. Meanwhile I had a raging hard-on, and  either I needed to jerk, or we needed to go further…
As if she could read my thought rose looked up at me.
“It’s not over yet.” she said, never breaking eye contact as she crawled down the couch. She got to my belt and began working on the buckle. After the button and zipper were undone, she grabbed the waistband of not only me pants but my underwear and pulled them down. My cock sprung free; sticking straight out at 7″, I wasn’t short. Her eyes lit up at the sight, and I could feel it get harder. 
“It’s so big…” I heard her whisper as she wrapped her fingers around it. She began steadily stroking it up and down over and over. I closed my eyes and leaned back to enjoy the feeling. But then something happened that made me jump. 
I felt her run her tongue up the underside of my dick and as it reached the head she wrapped her lips around it. This made my cock twitch so bad I thought I was going to cum right then and there. But I exerted what self control I had and abstained. 
Her motions were incredible. She would take as much as possible, a good 5 inches, and then slide all the way back up so just the head was in her mouth, and she would swirl her tongue around my cockhead, driving me insane. I put a hand on the back of her head as she moved up and down, enjoying it. All of a sudden I couldn’t take it. 
“Rose..I-I’m gonna”
I couldn’t finish. suddenly Rose jerked back and took just the head, then sucked as hard as she could. This sent me spiraling over the edge. I began shooting ropes and ropes of cum into Rose’s mouth and down her throat and she expertly swallowed it all. She then moved up and down my cock until it was soft again. 
I sat there, breathing heavily, recovering from my intense orgasm. I took a second to take in the moment and realize who was currently caressing my balls. I just got a blowjob from my best friend.. And I’ll be damned if I didn’t love it! Up until now, she has directed everything…bout time the power shifted. 
“My turn.” I said as I got up and lifted her onto the couch. I kneeled down and pulled her jeans from around her waist, panties and all, and buried my face in her crotch. 
Rose let loose a yip, due to her surprise, but her yip turned into a moan as she realized what I was doing to her. I was slowly letting my tongue caress her opening, and then sliding it up and down her whole slit, pausing to suck on her clitoris for a second before starting the process over again.
It didn’t take long this time. Her hips were squirming violently and as I heard that sharp intake of breath, I latched onto her clit and sucked hard.
Rose hit the roof. She couldn’t hold back and screamed with pleasure as her orgasm flooded over her, coating around my mouth. I kept licking until she grabbed my head and pulled me away. 
“No.. No more..” she said. “now, you’re going to fuck me.”
She stood up off the couch, over me, purposefully wiping her soaking pussy on my face. She took my hand and pulled me up. I hadn’t noticed in the confusion how hard I had gotten again. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom down the hall. Once there, she told me to stand by the bed, so I did. She closed the door and turned around, back against the wood. Our eyes met, and I could see the fire in her eyes. 
All at once, she ran at me, jumped on me wrapping her legs around me and we feel back on the bed, and as we did so, she planted a deep kiss on me. She was straddling me now, and without breaking the kiss, I felt her hand move between my legs and position my cock right at the entrance to her now well lubricated pussy. All at once, she sat down, impaling herself on my hard shaft. She moaned so deep I could feel the vibrations coming down through her cunt, and I almost came right there, but I once again abstained. She slowly began to slide up and down on my cock, sometimes going all the way up so just the head was in, then going back down until all you could see was her lips against my stomach. Gradually she increased her pace and I started to match it and eventually I was fucking her just as much as she was fucking me. 
“Oh..oh..oh..yes..yes..don’t stop..don’t ever stop..” was all I could hear as I rammed my throbbing cock into this sweet teen pussy. I got faster and her screams became more intense.
“Oh..ohohohoh… OH FUCK! OH FUCK YES DON’T YOU STOP! OH GOD IM GONNA..I’M GONNA…CUUUUUUUUUUUUMM!!!!!”
She screamed the last word as I could feel her juices flowing all over my cock, and I didn’t slow down. I grabbed her by the sides and flipped her over so we were missionary style. I then got even faster and harder, as tears of pleasure fell out her Rose’s eyes. All she could do was moan, her voice lost in pleasure. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“Rose…” I began.
“Don’t stop.” she breathed. “Don’t you dare stop. I want you to cum in me. I want to have your baby. Let’s cum together.”
That pushed me over the edge. I kept pumping as I could feel my balls tighten and all my hot, sticky cum flew out of my cock and deep inside her vagina and into her waiting womb. We both moaned, as we came together.
I fucked Rose until I could feel my dick getting smaller until *plop* it slipped right out. I collapsed and fell right next to her, both of us breathing like we had just run a marathon. She rolled over and looked me dead in the eye and said:
“I think I love you Jackson.” and with that, she fell asleep on my chest, naked as the day she was born. 
And that, I thought, is just how I like her.
I might write more to please the real Rose. So you might have to sit through it. 😉

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A Family Man: Part 5 Home Cumming

Sorry this took so long to get out. Life got in the way and this chapter required a ton of re-writes for continuity’s sake. I hope you enjoy. Leave a like and comment, please.

How to satisfy…

HOW TO SATISFY A WOMAN
Caress, praise, pamper, relish, savor, massage, empathize, serenade, compliment, support, feed, tantalize, humor, stimulate, stroke, console, hug, coddle, excite, pacify, protect, phone, correspond, anticipate, nuzzle, smooch,entertain,sacrifice for, charm, fascinate, attend, trust, grovel, defend, coax, brag about, understand, clothe, respect, entertain, kill for, commit, snuggle, wow, dazzle, amaze, flabbergast, enchant, idolize, worship, and then go back, Jack, and do it again.
HOW TO SATISFY A MAN
Show up naked ….. and bring beer.

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My First story part 1 & 2

It all started when my mom met this guy in an online chat room. Next thing I knew he was at
The house and staying the night. Within a week I found out that he had two daughters, Katie
Was 8 years old, and the other Beth was 6 years old. I was at the time 12. I have been
Masturbating for months before I met them. About a couple of weeks before I met them I
Found that using a vacuum hand held hose on my dick at just the right angle got me off. When
I met his two daughters Katie and I were the closest in age, so we started playing with
Each other like all kids did… games like cars and stuff mostly guy stuff because that’s
What I was playing with at the time.
During the summer after we all met, David, the guy my mom met, got his daughters like a
Month out of the summer, so they would stay the night at our house, and since in our house
We didn’t have central air; we all slept in the living room where we would pull the mattress
Our of my room and lay it on the floor in the living room. We also had like a little pallet
That would go from a small couch to a lay on the floor mattress; we would put all that on
The floor. My mom and David slept on the blue couch thing and me and Katie slept on my
Mattress next to them. Well the first night we were laying there and I was feeling horny
Like all boys my age are and I just got the idea that I would just touch my foot on Katie’s
Foot and after doing that touching her soft girl skin, I got a little hornier.
So I looked at our digital clock on the VCR and it said 12:04, I thought I needed to go to
Sleep, and then Katie got up and used the rest room… I moved a little closer to where she
Was laying and I acted like I was asleep, when she go back I felt her get in and rub on me
To get comfortable again, I don’t think she meant to but she did and I got even hornier,
So I reach out in my sleep and put my hand on her. She moved a little but didn’t take my
Hand off. After a few minutes I moved again and my hand went up and landed on her flat
Chest.
She turn towards me and my hand slid off of here and I felt her leg on mine, I moved in my
Sleep again and I put my hand on her pussy and she immediately took my hand off, I don’t know
Why but I laid there a few more minutes cause I was acting like I was asleep, then I moved,
This time I turned my body and put my hand on her stomach, she didn’t move it she didn’t
Move at all, I thought she was asleep. The next thing I know she moved a little and my hand
Went down a little to the waist band of her shorts, I could feel when she would breathe and
Katie sucked in and there was a gap between her soft skin and her shorts, she pushed my
Hand down and I felt the waist band of her panties.
I didn’t know what to do; I was so happy that I was even touching a girl, much less touching
One where I was!
I tried to move my hand down a little further, but no such luck, she took my hand out and
Held it between us, where I fell asleep.
When I woke up the next morning my mom and David were at work and the girls where awake
Watching TV, saw them and said good morning, “good morning” they said.
I went and used the rest room my dick still a little hard from remembering what happened
Last night. I finished and went back and sat on the couch next to Katie, she asked if we
Could go play cars in my room, sure I said and we went and started playing.
I will not bore you with the details of the day, but needless to say nothing happened.
My mom and David get home from work they cook dinner and now its bed time.
Tonight I am wearing shorts and a t shirt, Katie and Beth took a shower right before bed
And both put on panties and a long t-shirt, I was thinking that tonight I would feel what
Her pussy felt like tonight for sure! I was excited and could barely hide my hard dick. We
All got in bed in the living room once again and watched TV for an hour and one by one
Everyone fell asleep, I only acted once again, I was laying there and when the TV went out
Katie imminently found my hand interlocked our fingers we held hands for a few minutes
Until I felt her 8 year old smooth little legs rub my legs. I got hard within two seconds,
She grabbed my hand and put it on her legs; I didn’t know what not to do so I wouldn’t scare
Her and make her ruin this. So I just let her makes the moves. The next thing I know she
Turn her body and backed up her butt to me and felt my hard dick against her butt, she
Started moving and rubbing up and down. She turned again and put her head by my ear a
Whispered “stick your lounge out.” so me acting like I was asleep, I moved and turn my body
Towards her and my mouth opened and I licked my lips, where I felt her soft lips on mine
And her tongue in touching my tongue a little here and a little there.
Part 2
I stuck my tongue in her mouth, she backed away I licked my lips, still acting like I was
Asleep, I rolled over towards her and put my hand towards her touching her smooth stomach.
I noticed that she didn’t have shorts on, her panties were on I felt the top of them with
The tips of my fingers.
She moved a little closer to me and my hand moved down on top of her 8 year old pussy. I
Could feel how smooth it is through her cotton panties. When she moved again, her hand went
To me and push down on her pussy and rubbing it a little. And stopping in-between her smooth
Legs. My dick is so hard at this point that it hurts; I feel her hand on my stomach moving
Down towards my dick, she touches it and backs away real fast, I felt it again and she
Holds it in her small 8 year old hand squeezing it.
I move and turn on my back; I open my eyes and decide I need to go to pee. Walk the
Hallway to the bathroom releasing what I had and returning to the living room where we all
We’re sleeping; I pull back the covers and notice that I pulled her covers back as well
Exposing her back, I moved them a little more and noticed I saw her butt crack, I moved
Into bed and over the covers and pulled her close to me felt her naked skin with my hands
And her pussy is moist.
I stuck my hand between her legs and noticed they were a little more wet than I originally
Thought.
She turned towards me and her mouth falls open, seeing how I just went to the bathroom I
Figured she knew I was awake, so I put my lips on hers and stuck my tongue in her mouth and
She opened her eyes…..
I thought that she liked this and wanted me to do this stuff to her, she didn’t… she
Backed away and whispered “no, stop. Go to sleep.” I just looked at her and said “imp
Sorry”.
Nothing else happened that night needless to say…….
The next day was just like any other… we all woke up and played and watched TV, I went
Into my room and told them I was watching a movie, having the only VCR in the house Katie
Asked me “what movie are you going to watch?” “Star wars” I said, “can I come watch too?” I
Got an exciting feeling and just about yelled “sure!!” we walked into the hallway were we
Were almost walking side by side, touching her smooth arm was enough for a tent to grow
Down there.
We get in my room and she says it is cold, I get a blanket and we share it and sit on the
Floor, I then notice that she is looking at me but I don’t let her know I know she is
Looking. It’s almost noon and she asks” can you pull the mattress in here? I want to lie
Down”
“Sure” I said to her and she smiles, I have the mattress and put it on the frame and we
Both lay down, I noticed as she was getting in the bed her blue jean shorts were unzipped,
Not thinking anything of it we lay down and a few minutes later she turns over with her
Eyes closed, I knew she was faking, I went along with it and her hand fell down and touched
My hand, I interlock our fingers and we hold hands and she moves again this time turning
All the way towards me her body up against mine.
The next thing I here is her sister Beth, asking how the movie was, Katie wakes up and
Scoots away from and said well I have never seen this movie before.
Beth whispers something that I couldn’t catch and they walk out of the room… they came
Back and Katie said “Beth wants to know if you will show her your pee and she will
Show you hers” I sit up and noticed Beth has her blue jeans shorts unzipped and I can see
Her pink hello kitty cotton panties……
Part three to come soon…. hope you like it! Comment please.

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