That’s What Sisters Are For
My sister taught me all about sex.
My sister taught me all about sex.
Sometimes things get out of hand and you are left with regrets
i went to my cousin’s house expecting a lay, and got more than i expected
A man had to attend a large convention in Chicago. On this particular trip he decided to bring his wife. When they arrived at their hotel and were shown to their room, the man said: “You rest here while I register – I’ll be back within an hour.”
The wife lies down on the bed… just then, an elevated train passes by very close to the window and shakes the room so hard she’s thrown out of the bed. Thinking this must be a freak occurrence, she lies down once more. Again a train shakes the room so violently, she’s pitched to the floor.
Exasperated, she calls the front desk, asks for the manager. The manager says he’ll be right up. The manager (naturally) is sceptical but the wife insists the story is true. “Look,… lie here on the bed – you’ll be thrown right to the floor!”
So he lies down next to the wife… Just then the husband walks in. “What,” he says, “are you doing here?”
The manager replies: “Would you believe I’m waiting for a train?”
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Husband’s old Army buddy is in town, we all have some fun till hubby get’s called away to work,
“Mark, did you hear me?”
Charles swung around to see an exceedingly tall slender amazon type woman in bikini shorts and a diagonal band with a strap which served as a top. She was possibly the sexiest woman he had ever seen. He couldn’t tell if she was real or synthetic, but with her looks he didn’t care. She had an enforcer ATW rifle over her shoulder and a hand on her shapely hip. His eyes went from her bulging breast, to her mound protruding from between her legs, prominant even in those hideious kahki shorts.
“Where the hell am I?” Charles asked suddenly.
“Mark, have you been out in the sun too long?” she smiled teasingly, a questioning look in her eyes.
“Lady, I don’t know who you are or where we are, but I’m not and never have been Mark. My name is Charles Hunter.”
“What?” she straightened and explosive anger flashed in her eyes. Her hand clenched into a fist and it hit Charles in the stomach before he could move to protect himself. In an instant she leaped through the air and landed firmly on his chest.
“What have you done? Where is Mark?” her hands went around his throat and began to close down.
“Woman are you friggin crazy. You are trying to choak a robot. I don’t know how I got here and I don’t know anything about Mark. Now get off me before I hit you,” he said, slapping her right hand away. The sudden loss of support made her fall against him. He looked into her beautiful face, then down her delicious clevage.
“That will be the day,” she growled but relented slowly, climbing to her feet. “The bastards must have discovered his background. I thought he’d be safe after all this…” she trailed off and looked closely in Charles’ eyes. “Welcome to Effrasia, asshole.”
“Thanks, bitch.”
“Are you hungry?”
“I shouldn’t be, I ate less than an hour ago… but I am. I guess Mark hasn’t eaten lately.”
“We were about too. Damned, I was just getting him broken in.”
“You think the found him out?” he asked, falling into step beside her. “He had a shady past?”
“To say the least. He was a Terminalist, you must have heard of them.”
“Oh yeah, I’ve heard of them,” Charles said, rolling his eyes. “I program computers. I’ve never been hacked by one, but everyone in my field is familiar with a Terminalist. In the 20th century they were called Hackers. I don’t like them very much, they are non-productive psychopaths who contibute nothing to society and destroy what I create. Despite what they say, it takes no genius to destroy.”
“Yeah, we all have our problems. Well I’d better indoctrinate you on the way back to the hutch. We are the guardians of Seti Alpha Four. We are game wardens protecting the future of species transplanted here by IB&C while they were still in business. Here you will find genetically engineered plant and animal life unseen on Earth for over a century. Our job is to protect and study the habits of these species so we can readapt them to Earth, to be trasnplanted at some point in the future. Any questions?”
“Yeah, what’s your name?”
“Cindy Oray. Yours?”
“Charles Hunter.”
“Well don’t do any hunting here, we live on the recomb, not real meat.”
“How many others are on this planet?”
“None, we’re it.”
“So this is all we do, walk around and watch animals mate?”
“That’s about the size of it, but that’s about to change. We are reintroducing the California Condor on Earth in a few weeks. The biologists feel they can adapt to the mega-complexes of Western.”
“How exciting. I was just finishing up a project on… hell, I don’t know where I was. Anyway they simply yanked me here in the middle of a test run.”
“Leave behind anybody significant?” she asked casually as they reached the grass and bamboo hut.
“No… well yes, sort of. I just found out she was ninety in real life.”
“In these bodies we are all the same age. I was born in the late 20th century, that’s why I’m here. I lived in a time when most of these animals were still alive.”
“You’re a defrost?”
“Yeah, I’m a defrost,” she said defensively. “You got a problem with that?”
“No, I guess not. Say, this is pretty nice,” Charles looked around the inside of the room and was surprised to find that technology had not been left behind, despite what the outside of the hut looked like.
“Yeah, we do all right. Most of the protein for the recomb comes from the local flora around here. We’re not allowed to touch anything originating on Earth. I’ll show you which is which later. There’s actually very little local plant life which is poisonous. A few type of fungus and three flowering shrubs, that I know of. Technically, the recomb can remove the poisonous aspects of such plants when it recombines the molecules into something we recognize as food, but I wouldn’t try it.”
“I know nothing about recombs, everywhere I’ve been my food came from a deli slot.”
“A techie, huh?”
“Sure, I had a programming job with a large corporation.”
“So why are you here?” she handed him a plate of steak and mashed potatoes.
“My wife…” he hesitated for several moments before continuing, “she’s gone.”
“Sorry. Everyone I ever knew is gone, except for one man, he used to be the mechanic who worked on our car most of the time. I hated him. He got stinking rich off some kind of patent that made gas three times more efficient and had himself frozen. He restores cars for a rich guy now.
I was a model and part-time biologist. I got cancer and my insurance company froze me rather than paying off. I learned that you should always read the fine print before signing anything. But in the end, the joke’s on them. They’ve been dead for two centuries and I’m still here.”
“I’ve heard of cancer, it was a big thing in the 20th century. I don’t know what a car or mechanic is, but I’m sorry anyway.”
She shrugged and began eating. She cooked well, which was a real art with a recomb machine. It was easy to program a recomb computer to spit out food substitutes, but the art was in the slight alterations which synthesized certain spices, altered the moisture content, or added the hint of different flavors produced by a private formula. Cindy was a master. Charles enjoyed the warm, freshly scented breeze blowing in off the plains, playing with the lacy curtains and ruffling Cindy’s dark brown hair while they ate. Cindy finished eating first and dumped her dishes in the recycle bin on the recomb. She sat and watched Charles eat, then took his dishes too. She returned with a gleam in her eyes.
“So now that your full and your robotic body has refreshed itself, and is even now transforming all that protein into energy, how about sex?” Cindy asked casually.
“With you?” Charles asked stupidly.
“Unless you have somebody else in mind,” she pretended to look around the empty room, then stared at him, planting her elbows firmly on the table. “Let me put my cards right on the table. I swing both ways, but Mark didn’t. He liked men. I haven’t had sex in over two years and unless you’re like him, this body should be appealing to you. So how about it?”
“Sure, ok,” Charles said casually.
She led him to the rustic looking couch, abruptly at a loss. She really hadn’t expected him to say yes so quickly. After years without sex, she was suddenly lost.
“You have a nice place here,” Charles said, looking around the little hut. He touched her shoulders. She shuddered under his touch. She bent and began patting couch cushions into place. He sank to his knees behind her. Her pussy was so close he could smell it. It smelled delicious, a little like pussy and a little like lilacs and cinnamon.
She must have a magical woodsy type of perfume, he decided. He inhaled deeply, taking in her heavenly aroma. Slowly, with a will of their own, his hands came up and touched the back of her legs. Gently, they slid up into her shorts until each hand held a cheek of her ass. He kneaded them firmly, while pulling her pussy up against his nose. He inhaled again. He heard her take a deep, shuddering breath. She moved slightly, spreading her legs.
Charles pushed up the left leg of her shorts until he found the soft crease just below her ass cheek. He kissed it gently, then licked it. It was fresh, warm, and slightly salty. He licked his lips for a moment, then licked the other crease. She shuddered, melting in his hands. Suddenly eager for more, Charles spun her around and sat her on the couch.
Her slender soft hands came down to rest on his head. She caressed his hair absently, while he inhaled the aroma of her pussy once more. It was more that he could stand. He yanked down her shorts and panties in one quick jerk. He sat facing her lightly-haired pussy. He spread her pussy lips with his thumbs and sucked her clit into his lips, nursing gently on the throbbing member. It was like a little cock. Mechanical or not, Cindy had one fantastic body. It was entirely suited for her manly type of amazon personality. And it was beautiful.
“Oh yes, suck it,” she whispered, almost in his ear. He reached out and licked her long, stiff clit lightly, while his right thumb plunged up inside her pussy. She gave a shuddering gasp and pulled his face tightly into her pussy. He sucked the clit into his lips and milked it, before strumming it with his tongue. She cried and withered before him. The taste and sounds were very erotic. Outside he could hear the sounds of animals. The peacocks surrounding the area set up an unholy howl and screech, which seemed to be echoed by Cindy.
Charles liked eating pussy, but he needed attention himself. It was time to sink his cock into some hot meat. He stood, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. She laid with her ass presented, her hands on the cushions of the couch, as he stepped out of his uniform. He grabbed his cock and pressed it against the entrance to her pussy. He rubbed it up and down briefly to lubricate it, then shoved. He sank his cock into her pussy up to the hilt. She gave a little cry, but pressed back against him. Her pliable ass cheeks were mashed out of shape by his hard hips. He shoved hard to get the best penetration he could. His hands went to her hanging breasts. He pulled her blouse apart and filled his hands with womanly globes of flesh.
“Oh fuck yes,” he sighed. Slowly he began pistoning his cock in and out of her wet cunt. The slap of hips against soft ass cheeks grew loud in the room. Her moans of passion were even louder. Mashing her tits in brutal fingers, Charles fucked Cindy hard. Outside, a lion roared. A crow called to it’s companions in a voice that sounded like it was calling, “dog, dog,”. Charles thought this was humorous, considering the position in which he was fucking Cindy.
He moaned, with his eyes tightly closed, as he plunged up into Cindy’s sweet ass. His cock was well-lubricate, sliding in and out smoothly. Her moist pussy was hot now, very hot. Moisture from her pussy was dripping down from her pussy and collecting at the little V. He took the time to pull his cock out of her pussy and slid it up and down in her crack, before resuming one of the best fucks of his life.
Cindy’s hands clawed the material of the couch, as his hard penis filled her body cavity to the breaking point. She felt his cock clear up to her abdomen. It was just what she needed. After years of waiting, fantasizing, and masturbating, she finally had what she wanted. It was glorious.
His hard, pistoning cock was filling her cunt with fire. He was wild, his desires were as hot and urgent as her own. Who would have thought that things could change so quickly?
“Fuck me good,” she screamed in sudden abandon. Charles pumped into her swollen pussy lips several more times, then stopped, remembering his first time with Eileen. He pulled out of her wet pussy and pushed her down on the couch.
“Roll over on your back and grab your ankles,” he whispered. It wasn’t a zero gravity chamber, but he could improvise. Cindy hurried to comply. Feeling silly with her feet up in the air, she waited as he knelt behind her. She gasped at the first contact. His cock entered her pussy, pushing slowly, intolerably slow until his full length was inside her. He felt even larger from that angle, and she could watch him as he fucked her. He fucked her pussy for several more minutes, then pulled it out, rubbed it up and down in her pussy, then resumed. She screamed as the huge cock seemed to split her pussy again. The stimulation was incredible. He reached down and rubbed his hand over her pussy, rhythmically massaging her clit and wet pussy lips, while his hard penis slid in and out. The fire from both seemed to blend together into one massive fire.
Before she could get ready, her pussy began to spasm and she found herself in the middle of one massive orgasm. He continued to pump away in her pussy, while she mindlessly babbled and raved, hunching her pussy against his pelvis.
All too quickly, it was over. But to her amazement, he was not through. He pulled out of her pussy and slowly inserted his cock into her ass, renewing the glow that had just been extinguished by her orgasm.
She felt the fire building again, much faster than it had before. To her astonishment, she felt her pussy clenching stronger and stronger against his hand until a second orgasm tore her loins apart. A twisted smile lit Charles’ face, while he watched her thrash around on the couch. He liked the feeling of her ass clenching on his hard cock. He liked how she hunched her pussy against his hand, trying helplessly to satisfy herself. He liked showing her who was in control. She was very manly, but he was the man.
Then the smile left his face. He was going to cum. Pumping faster and faster, thrusting in tune with the loud slap of flesh, and the sticky liquid sounds that came from his hand in her pussy, he groaned and closed his eyes, only aware of the heat and spasms in his own loins. With an animal cry of lust he heaved his cock into her ass and froze. His cock hesitated, then spewed hot cum into her ass. She withered on his cock, bringing herself to orgasm. They intertwined, gasping and clutching at each other as their bodies exploded.
They finally stopped and lay side by side on the couch. Charles got up slowly and opened a beer, while watching the happy glow on Cindy’s face. They took their lovemaking into the bedroom, which was more suited to their needs.
By the end of the second hour he was glad he was using a synthetic body, his real body couldn’t have taken it. By the end of the third hour they had time to slow down and become friends.
“The old formula still works,” Cindy said with a happy sigh from her side of the bed.
“What’s that?”
“The way to a man’s heart is his stomach.”
Charles laughed. “I’ve never heard that one. You’re right, I guess.”
“That’s one of the advantages of being a defrost, all the old jokes are new again.”
“Cindy, you’re a nice woman and I like you, but I can’t stay here. I have… I have something I have to do back on Earth. I think that’s why they sent me directly here, to keep me from doing it.”
“Sounds serious.”
“It is, I may go to a penal colony, but if there’s a chance of bringing her back…”
Cindy put her hand over his mouth and hushed him.
“Don’t say any more. I get your drift.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind. We’ll write each other a long letter later. In the meantime, we need a head count on the zebra herd, they usually water this time of day down at the river. The lions have harvested three in the past two weeks, if it keeps up we will have to cull the pride.”
Charles nodded and shrugged, totally lost. “Are there clothes I can wear?”
“Mark wore some rather garish clothing, but you may find something you like in my closet.”
Charles felt less disoriented after three or four days, but he was not the outdoor type. He had lived in a mega-complex his entire life, and SA4 had too many crawling things to suit him. He was constantly swatting at bugs, even in his sleep.
He learned to shoot well, thanks to Cindy’s constant instructions. Of course there was little else to do other than sex. Charles was beginning to think that Cindy’s appetite was inexhaustible. If he remembered right there used to be a name for such a condition, but it was cured so long ago he couldn’t remember it’s name. Whatever it was, Cindy had it. At first, at the Atlantis project, he hadn’t minded sex with a strange woman, since Delilah had been gone for the past several years. But now, with the prospect of her return, it bothered him. He felt like he was cheating. This didn’t sway Cindy one bit, when she wanted something, she took it. And she wanted it often.
Sitting on a hill overlooking the cattle herd, they saw a huge bull climb to the back of a cow and begin humping. In a few minutes, his three foot long penis was impaling the cow, pumping in and out rapidly. She mooed pathetically, but didn’t try to escape. Charles and Cindy looked at each other at the same time. They laughed and moved together. Charles scooped an ample breast from her khaki shirt and fondled it, while watching the cattle mate.
“I guess sex is a major part of nature,” he whispered.
“It’s the only important part of nature, I’m afraid. There are species which seem to actually love, and some who play, but everything is centered around sex, the perpetuation of the species.”
“What about monogamy?” he asked with a guilty expression.
“Yes, many species practice monogamy, but it’s not a genetically sound idea. Each species profits most from sharing different partners. They are more genetically diverse.”
“They have certainly given you lovely breasts,” he said as he caressed it gently.
“They are pretty much similar to my real ones, wherever they might be.”
“They are probably in a tank in the RERE building,” he said with a frown.
“Oh,” she shrugged, beginning to warm up under his touch.
“Don’t you know anything about your real body?”
“Not really. I remember being jarred awake by an electric jolt. From there it was a pretty hazy few hours before I woke up here. I really don’t remember much.”
Charles opened her shirt and extracted the second breast. Altering his position so he could bend down and suck it, she began talking about her dreams.
Cindy dreamed of fulfilling her contract with RERE and venturing out into the real 22nd century world. But RERE had a policy of keeping the defrosts in the dark, to keep them on the job. If the defrosts learned little of the 22nd century, they must depend on RERE for their existence. Cindy was strong-willed and wished to not only break away from RERE, but to train others to become self-reliant as well. Technically, a defrost who was removed from a cryogenic chamber was indebted to RERE for ten years. If there was an illness which must be cured, the indebtedness lasted a few years longer to pay for medical expenses. In reality, RERE defrosted the old timers and enslaved them for life.
“Tell me how to live in your world,” Cindy said as she watched him suckling a breast.
“Not now, I want to make love,” he gasped.
“That’s the first time you’ve used that word,”s she whispered.
“What word?”
“Love. Before its always been sex, fucking, mating, or playing around. This is the first time you’ve ever said “make love” since you arrived.”
“Oh,” he tried to shrug it off as if it held no significance. She pushed him back on the grass and grabbed his belt. In a few seconds she jerked off his pants. She pulled off her own blouse, giving him free access to her breasts, then slid her own khaki shorts down and off. She straddled his body and sank down until her pussy touched his hard, throbbing cock. She sank blissfully down over his cock, rested there for a moment, then began sliding forward and back, while emitting a little whine of pleasure.
Charles reached up and filled his hands with her breasts. She was so beautiful, strong, and sexy. He didn’t like a woman who bulged with muscles, but a strong woman was extremely sexy to Charles. And she was a strong woman, inside and out. If it wasn’t for Delilah… For the second time in his life he purged the thought of being happy with a woman other than Delilah. She was the only love in his life. Living or dead, they were married forever. Still, Cindy’s grasping pussy felt exceedingly good on his hard cock.
Due to the unique sexual position, Cindy came first, then pulled off and sank to her knees, giving him a wonderful blowjob and filling her mouth with sweet cum. She wiped her mouth when she finished, and insisted that Charles kiss her. He did, reluctantly.
They rested under the large tree. The shade felt good in the blazing sun. The cattle herd had moved off toward the river.
Charles suddenly remembered her request. She wanted him to teach her about the 22nd century.
“I can’t just sit here and talk about my world until you understand it and can live like we do. We go to school like you did in your time, but for us we sit under a neural transfer machine. It implants information directly into our brains, hour after hour, year after year, until we have all the information we need. My education took nine years, but by your standards there would be no comparison. I believe it equals 25 years of your education, but of course you forget most of what you were taught. With our transfer method, we forget nothing.”
“That’s a lot of work. Isn’t there a shorter course?”
“Are you familiar with direct implants?”
“No.”
Charles took his time, choosing his words carefully so he wouldn’t frighten her.
“Suppose you wanted to know something, and had a miniature computer in your brain. You call up the information and have the answers instantly. Sort of like total recall.”
“Sounds good, how’s it done?”
“A tiny chip, a computer all in itself. It runs off the electrical impulses of your mind and is hooked directly into the neural synapses that transfer thoughts. In essence, it becomes an enhanced portion of your brain.”
“If it’s that easy why did you need nine years of education?”
“It’s not foolproof, it’s just an aid. For each thing that’s unfamiliar to you, you have to stop and recall that information. There is a delay while you make and receive each request. Suppose you don’t know how to use an enforcer. You look at it and wonder what it is. The implant tells you it is a weapon that looks much like your 20th century TV remote. It also tells you that it’s the most widely-used weapon in the universe. You ask what it can do, it shows you each button, the laser, molecular deharmonizer, expanding ceramic projectiles, and sonic disrupter. It gives you the options for each weapon mode, such as how to set the projectile speed and range, or how to widen the laser into an flashlight. Then it shows you how to bend the back down into a pistol grip, set the option and lock the choice into the miniature computer so it can’t be accidentally changed. Lastly, it shows you how to depress the firing stud, you can tap the stud to fire instantly, or depress and hold the button down for a holographic sight. Now you have all the information you need, right?”
“It sounds like it, sure,” Cindy nodded, already familiar with the enforcers.
“Suppose you ask about this information while you face an enemy who is about to shoot you. What would happen?”
“I’d still be receiving the information while I die.”
Charles nodded and put his hands behind his head as he laid back and relaxed against the trunk of the tree.
“How much does this chip cost, and where do I get one?”
“It costs very little actually. If you’ve been defrosted more than ten years, your personal account probably has enough for hundreds of them. To get one you go to a medical clinic and a machine implants it for you in less than a minute.”
“You’re kidding. How can a machine do that?”
“It’s injected into your brain with a large needle, manipulated into place with electro-magnets, then it’s activated by a small electrical pulse through the needle. It’s over in 45 seconds, actually.”
“And what was that about a personal account?”
“A credit account,” Charles sat up and looked at her. “Do you mean to tell me that you’ve never accessed your account?”
“I didn’t even know I had one,” Cindy said as they both began to dress.
“Damned them. No wonder the defrosts are enslaved. You need legal help.”
“Not much chance of getting that on SA4,” she shrugged helplessly.
“Where there’s an entercom, there’s help,” Charles heaved to his feet and slung his rifle over his shoulder.
“An entercom?”
“A computer, in your time. But it’s much more now, an entertainment terminal, computer, and universal communications and translator terminal as well. Come on, let’s see what we can find.”
Charles dug through the supplies in the hut until he found a four inch entercom cube.
“That little thing is a computer?” Cindy asked skeptically.
“And more. You can’t make intergalactic calls on a computer. You can on this.”
Charles depressed the tiny stud on the side of the black cube. A holographic screen and keyboard sprang into existence. Cindy gasped and smiled. Charles began typing on the holographic keyboard. There were no actual keys, the entercom sensed his fingers in the appropriate space and interpreted them as key strokes.
“What do we do first?” she moved closer to watch over his shoulder.
“First we find your account, then we find a law firm to represent you. A good law firm with a staff of lawyers and a judge unbiased about defrosts.”
“A judge?”
“Sure, who do you think pays them?”
“In my time, the taxes did.”
“Trials must have lasted for years. Who came up with that idea?” Charles asked as he punched the holographic keys with blinding speed. Cindy was more fascinated by the keyboard and screen than she was about what appeared on the screen. She waved her hand through the intangible keyboard and dozens of characters appeared on the screen. Charles gave her a scowl and she slid her hands behind her back, giving him a sly smile.
“Here we are, Rule and Clyde. They were responsible for getting the Deity class of computers classified as intelligent and getting them human rights.”
“You’re kidding? A computer?”
“Of sorts, it’s actually an AI… artificial intelligence constructed of human brain cells cultured to perform computer functions. It’s… complicated,” he stopped, suddenly at a loss. “There’s something similar inside this black box.”
“I’m so far behind that the daily news doesn’t even make sense to me,” she said with a scowl.
“We can fix that, just be patient.”
“Maybe I’m better off here,” she said reluctantly.
“You may be, but what I want to give you is a choice. Right now, you and the thousands of other defrost have no choice.”
“Charles, are you willing to talk about what you spoke of earlier?”
“Not now.”
“It could be important.”
“Ok, but type it, don’t say it. Your brain patterns can be monitored for speech, but keystrokes are untraceable, so far. They are interpreted as normal movement,” he said, repeating what Eileen had taught him. He suddenly felt a pang of loss at her memory.
Charles explained his plight, and his intentions on the screen. Cindy explained that Mark’s main goal as a Terminalist was to crack the files in IB&C. He had succeeded but had been detected. He volunteered for RERE to hide until the search was over. If they could find Mark, Mark could find Delilah, if anybody could.
Charles pulled her down and kissed her soundly, then ran a check on Mark. It took only moments to find that Mark had assumed Charles old job at the Atlantis project, which made sense since they were both computer experts.
Charles sent two words over the entercom to Mark Midgate, half a galaxy away. “Kill yourselves.”
Charles quickly contacted Rule and Clyde, retained them through his credit account, then turned with his enforcer aimed at Cindy. She in turn, aimed her’s at him.
“One, two, three…” Charles said and depressed the firing stud.
Alarms sounded outside of the RERE life support vats. Technicians ran from one end of the room to the other, reading dials and climbing up the short ladders to the lids of those showing an alarm. In moments Charles, Cindy, Mark, and Eileen stood wet and shivering. Their bodies were shriveled, white, and delicate. Heat lamps were directed at their still- naked bodies while sensors and tubes were removed. They were cleaned and dressed by the time that five armed Rule and Clyde representatives showed up at the laboratory door with legal documents. Before anyone could object, the five armed guards ushered them out of the building.
Six months later Charles sat at his table reading the thin plastic sheets of his daily paper. He turned to the section containing the law suit’s filed against RERE and even he was staggered by the enormous settlement paid to former RERE defrosts.
“Honey, RERE is finally paying,” Charles called with a smile. “I bet they really hate me now.”
Delilah came into the dining room and set a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast on the table, then leaned down to read over his shoulder.
“I bet Cindy and her new husband are celebrating. She’s a rich woman now.”
“Are they still coming over tonight?”
“Yes. Mark called too, he and his new friend are coming. Have you ordered the barbecue?”
“It will be here at five, all fired up and fully stocked.”
“Good,” she leaned down and kissed him, then went over to stare out the window. “I like this neighborhood. I always wanted a house of my own.”
“But dear, we had one before… never mind,” Charles smiled and began to eat. It was still hard to remember that Delilah had missed out on several years of his life, but he mind. He was happy, very, very happy.
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It was a chilly night, but not yet cold enough for snow as winter had just begun. The wind blew occasionally in large gusts, threatening to blow everything in it’s path down to the ground below.
I pulled my trench coat closed, clutching it to my chest in an effort to warm my frozen, aching nipples as I strolled through the cemetery. I was alone as I traveled languidly past the rows of tombs.
Many people thought I was weird. Not only because I was Goth, but because I found it soothing to spend my nights walking through the cemetery.
Often times my brother would tease me about meeting “The Lady In White,” but I had spent many nights in the cemetery and had never seen her. Not even once. In fact, the thought of a female spirit wearing a white dress walking aimlessly through the cemetery at night seemed pretty ridiculous to me. I guess that’s because I believe those bible toting rednecks would make up almost anything to try to keep people out of the cemetery at night.
I stopped almost dead in my tracks, suddenly I felt tired. I decided to rest for a few moments before continuing on. So I sat on the ground next to a couple of graves and positioned my trench coat to block the wind as best I could.
I looked up at the night sky and watched the stars shimmer and twinkle. It almost looked as though someone sprinkled glitter across the sky. I sighed softly just under my breath as my mind slowly began to wander, the night canvas above me fading into the background.
Suddenly I got that feeling. You know, that feeling that tells you to look at something, or that you’ve forgotten something. That little voice inside that tugs at you incessantly until you listen to it. Mine was not only telling me to turn my head and look, but it almost felt as though it turned my head for me!
As I looked through the rows of tombs I could see someone coming towards me in the distance. Who ever it was, wasn’t just walking in my direction, but was actually walking directly towards me!
I scrambled to get back onto my feet in a hurry. My breath quickened in it’s pace and formed a small cloud in front of me as my mouth slightly parted to allow the air in and out of my lungs.
My heart began to beat so fast that it felt as though it would explode within my chest. My whole body was shaking, both because of the cold air and because of the nervousness I now felt.
The stranger slowly came into focus as they continued a constant, steady pace towards me.
I just stood there, unable to move, waiting to see who it was, and what would happen next.
As the stranger drew nearer, I could now see them clearly. It was a woman and, to my astonishment, she was naked!
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Why would anyone be walking towards me? A naked woman no less!!
I remained frozen where I stood, she was so close that she was almost right in front of me. In fact, before I knew it she was standing in front of me.
She put her hand on my face and caressed it with her ice cold fingers. Leaning in closer to me, she pressed her lips to mine as her vacant eyes gazed into my eyes.
I was well beyond shocked. My entire body was panicking, I didn’t know what to do! I felt like a deer in head lights. I continued to stand very still.
Her movements were smooth and almost graceful. She slipped both of her hands beneath my trench coat and slid it off of my shoulders, exposing me to the chilling wind.
My nipples became harder. They began to sting and burn. I felt my pussy become wet as her hands glided over my breasts. Before I knew it, my dress had fallen to the ground too. Now I was almost just as naked as she was.
She laid me down on the ground right where I had been standing and hovered over me on her hands and knees. In one effortless move she freed my breasts and tossed my bra aside. She covered my neck and breasts with sensuous licks and kisses as she moved down my body towards my pussy.
I began to quiver more and more with every inch of her touch. My pussy began to twitch as it yearned for her caress and her carnivorous licks. I became lost within the sensations that consumed my whole body. Oblivious now to what was going on around me.
I felt my panties slide down my legs. My eyes sank back with pleasure as I felt her hand running up my thigh towards my pussy which throbbed with anticipation.
Two of her fingers slid easily into my dripping wet pussy. They began to move steadily in and out of my aching cunt sending me into waves of erotic sensations.
I arched my back, moaned, and slowly thrusted my hips towards her fingers. I moaned louder as I felt her tongue flick, swirl, and lavishly lick at my clit.
She moved her fingers faster, and faster. She took my clit completely into her mouth, continuously flicking her tongue at it.
My hips thrusted faster and harder against her fingers and her mouth. I cried out loudly, the pleasure was so intense I couldn’t stand it. With one extremely loud moan I came hard onto her fingers.
She quickly removed her fingers and shoved her tongue deep into my pussy. Sending me into a whole new level of orgasmic bliss. She licked up my juices hungrily until the convulsions she had put my body in had come to a halt.
I was so exhausted from the experience that I quickly fell asleep.
When I awoke, it was daylight.
Had I been dreaming?
I looked down at myself. My trench coat had been pulled over me like a blanket. I hesitated for a moment to look underneath it, afraid of what I might find. But I had to do it. I convinced myself that it was completely absurd to think THAT had actually occured.
Slowly I lifted up my trench coat and peered under it.
I quickly brought it back down again! My face turned bright red and my mind swam in unfinished thoughts. It was true! It had happened!
I looked to the side of me and saw the rest of my clothes. I got dressed as quickly as I possibly could. It was daylight now. Someone else could very well come into the cemetery and see me this way. If word of this had gotten out, I’d never be able to live it down!
After I was completely dressed, I looked frantically around me to make sure I didn’t forget anything as I put my trench coat back on.
Something caught my eye. What appeared to be a piece of clothing was draped across one of the grave stones. I walked over to it and picked it up. It was a white dress…
“No way” I thought to myself. I don’t know why, but something possessed me to read the grave stone the dress had been draped across. It read: Here Lies The Lady In White.
I dropped the dress and stood there horrified. Not only had I seen the Lady In White, I had experienced sexual intimacy with her!
After standing there for what felt like eternity, I began to walk home still lost in my thoughts.
Why had the Lady In White chosen me? I didn’t know for sure. But one thing I did know was that I liked being in the cemetery at night for a whole new reason!
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Wednesday Night Danny Window Peeking
So here is another story involving me and my uncle. For those of you who have not read any of my previous stories, I’ll fill you in.
When I was younger I went to stay with my uncle. He was single and had an extra room. I hadn’t really known him growing up but everyone thought that it would be good for me. I was a rebellious teenager and I guess that they figured he would be able to relate with me. Turns out we related in a lot of ways. As it turned out, we related for about a year.
Uncle was older than me naturally, but only by about twelve years. He had never been married but I quickly found out that there were a lot of women that would have loved to be me. He was a big guy. Probably about 6’2” and 220lbs.He had long black hair that I loved. His work as a roofer kept him in great shape but he was also busy a lot.
At the time he lived on the reservation. If anyone is familiar with an indian reservation, you would know that there’s not a lot to do and it gets a little old seeing the same faces everyday. That’s why when people who didn’t know that we were related, began to gossip. Eventually I got to know just about everyone and it all died down after they realized he was my uncle. Little did they know that behind closed doors, I was fucking him on a regular basis.
It was great. Uncle knew that I was a horny girl and never seemed to mind when I messed around with boys my own age. In fact, he encouraged me. I was a bit of a little slut, I have to admit. It just seemed like ever since I discovered sex, I wanted to try more and more things.
Me and uncle would talk alot. There was nothing hidden between us. Most nights when he would get home from work, we would sit for an hour or two and tell each other what was going on. It was during one of these conversations that I told him about something that I had been wanting to try for a long time. A gang bang.
I had been home alone one day when I got into some of his dirty movies and one of them happened to be a gang bang video. The sight of multiple guys with their hands all over her at once and different cocks to choose from at any given moment made me extremely wet. I guess that part of it was the excitement of never having done it before.
Anyway, when I told uncle about it he looked stunned. “I don’t think that’s something you want to jump into just now,” he said. “That’s a bad way to ruin your reputation at such a young age.”
“But what if it was with some guys that were not even from here,” I pleaded. “Of course you would be included,” I said smiling at him.
“You know that I don’t say no to you often, but in this instance I have to say absolutely not! Slow down”, he said cautiously. “There’s plenty of time for all of that.”
“I know”, I said as I pouted. “I just thought it would be fun. Don’t you?” I leaned close to him and let my hand slide down the front of his pants. I could feel that all of this talk had made him hard. “You wouldn’t like to see your little niece getting fucked by all those big dicks?” I whispered and giggled as I started to work on his cock.
If I knew anything yet, it was how to use my mouth to get what I wanted. “Maybe we’ll see what I can work out” he said as I took him down my throat. “Just think about it O.K.?” I asked as I started to suck harder.
After that day we hadn’t discussed it anymore. To tell you the truth, it had kind of left my mind. At that age we’re all full of ideas and dreams that never seem to come about.
I guess it had been a couple of weeks that went by when one day, out of no where, uncle came home from work early. It had been raining the last few days and I just figured that was the reason. The only thing strange was that there was a bag laying on my bed. As I went through it I found two or three different little sexy outfits. Uncle always liked to have me dress up. Sometimes like a school girl or a nurse or different things so I just figured it was normal..
Uncle had been in the shower and when he got out he asked if I was ready. “Ready for what?” I asked. “Don’t worry about it” he said. “Just take a shower and get dressed. I gotta surprise for you.”
“What kind of surprise?” I yelled to him as I struggled to get out of my panties.
“Don’t act like you don’t remember”, he said. “I told you I would see what I could do.”
Just as he said it, I remembered. My heart started to flutter and get excited. A million things rushed through my mind. Where? With who? How many? I immediately started fantasizing as the hot water rushed over my tiny body.
Right about then, I heard him on the other side of the curtain. “Now don’t go getting all excited”, he said. “It’s just a couple of old friends of mine.”
“Do I know them?” I asked. “You’re about to” he said laughing. Maybe it was the steam and the heat in the bathroom but I could smell the liquor in the air. He only drank every now and then but when he did, he was always fun.
As I showered a million things ran through my mind. I made sure to shave my pussy. I had been with a lot of older men and it seemed that was the one thing that they all loved, my little bald pussy. My hair I usually kept long but I had decided to wear it up in a ponytail. As I went in my room to dress I noticed that uncle had already laid out a set of clothes for me; a tiny pair of red leather shorts with a black garter belt and stockings. Laying next to it was a matching red leather bra and long black gloves. It was almost the exact outfit that the girl in the video was wearing.
I had long black hair and decided that I would leave it down for them. I never wore much make-up but tonight I decided that I would wear some matching red lipstick. I took my time as I checked my self in the mirror making sure that I looked as good as possible.
By now I heard them all in the living room drinking and laughing. I had butterflies in my stomach and almost jumped out of my skin as uncle knocked on my door. “Come on out honey” he said loud enough for them to hear.
As I walked out a warm rush ran through my pussy. I couldn’t believe that I was about to do this. The two of them sat on the couch smiling at me as uncle walked me out to meet them.
“So…” the first one said. “Your uncle says you wanna play with all of us.”
“Maybe” I blushed. “Why don’t you come over here and let me see what you look like honey” he said. He was someone I recognized. I had felt his eyes on me before around town. And it wasn’t that I hadn’t looked at him either. He was about uncles age and maybe a little smaller. He had short black hair and I remembered that he always rode a motorcycle.
He ran his hand between my thighs as I felt uncle behind me rubbing my shoulders. My pussy was getting wet and I watched intently as the third one got up from his chair. He was especially cute and I knew that he had worked for my uncle before. From what I knew of him, he was always kind of quiet. He had huge arms and a big chest. As he got up he took his t-shirt off and walked towards us. My heart started to race as the thought of all of their cocks in me ran through my mind.
I laid my hands on the one with no shirt’s chest as he approached me. We kissed and I closed my eyes, feeling his hard body under my hands. The one in front of me began to kiss my stomach and I could feel uncle behind me smoothing his hands over my little cheeks.
I kneeled down slowly as I leaned forward to kiss the one on the chair. As we kissed I reached over and started to undo the shirtless ones pants. Soon they both had the front of their pants down. The very thing that I had been fantasizing about was now in front of me. The one with the motorcycle had a nice sized cock with a big mushroom head on it. I stroked on it slowly, watching the head of it as I pulled the foreskin away. “That’s it” he whispered.
The shirtless one was huge. Probably the biggest dick I had seen up to that point. I wondered if I would be able to fit him inside of me. It scared me and excited me at the same time. As I stroked on the motorcycle man, I started to take the shirtless one in my mouth. As I sucked slowly, I could feel him growing even larger in my mouth. Soon my tiny mouth was stretched as far as it could go. His huge rough hand lay under my jaw, guiding me back and forth on his rod slowly. He moaned as I took him out of my mouth and started to work the other ones giant mushroom.
“Oh yeah”, he said as I wrapped my lips around it. “She’s a good little slut. You like sucking dicks you little whore?” he taunted quietly as I worked him. “Mmm Hmm”, I moaned with my mouth full. I could already taste his salty pre-cum on my tongue and all of it was making my pussy more wet.
“I told you she was” uncle said as he rubbed his own big dick on my cheek. Soon I was switching back and forth between the three of them sucking and jacking them off in sequence. My pussy was soaked and I didn’t want it to ever end. As I sucked harder the motorcycle man got more aggressive.
He held my face hard between his hands and thrust harder into the back of my throat. I gagged and choked as he held me on it. “Suck it you little whore” he hissed as I gagged on his meat. “I’m gonna tear your little pussy up tonight “ he said as the suck juices ran down my chin. Eventually he tore my face from his cock. I gasped for air as I jerked hard on the other two. “Hold your tongue out” he ordered as he slapped his heavy dick on me.
By now I was wanting to get fucked so bad. I sucked hard on uncle as the other two ran their hands all over me. As I pulled out for air I screamed, “somebody fuck my pussy, please.” Before I knew it I was being picked up from behind and lifted upside down. The shirtless one’s cock lay upside down in front of me as I felt his warm tongue begin to lap my little bald slit. Even though I was tiny, his hands held me strong. As uncle held my hair I sucked hard on the huge cock. His tongue twisted and wiggled in my tight little asshole as I squealed. Soon he was laying me gently down on all fours on the couch.
Motorcycle man sat on one arm and pulled my face onto his dick once more. “Yea’, suck it good whore!” he said as he gripped my ponytail hard. “Turn around” he said as he pulled my hips toward him. “I wanna taste that little pussy.” He licked hard on my clit and I let out a loud moan. Soon I could feel his hot tongue in my asshole. I immediately started to suck on uncles big dick, licking on the underside of his balls as I wiggled on the others tongue.
I started to go back and forth on uncle and the shirtless one’s cocks when I felt the first ones big finger slide into my pussy. “Yea, that’s it. Take it like a good little slut.” I sucked harder and squeezed his big finger tight in my pussy. “Yes” I moaned in between cocks. “I’m your little whore”.
All of the rough talk was making me hotter and hotter. I could feel my little pussy burning with each wiggle of his finger. I just wanted to be man handled by their big dicks as soon as possible. Right about then he started to lick my asshole as he thrust his fingers back and forth in my cooze. “Oh shit!” I yelled. “I need your dick in me!…Please!” I begged. “Oh yeah?” he snarled. “You sure a little bitty whore like you can handle this?” as he slid it down the crack of my ass. “Please….now” I begged.
Right then I felt the huge mushroom push it’s way into me deep. He buried it hard, tearing into my little bald hole like an animal. A hot wave rushed over me and I could feel myself cumming. I pulled the shirtless one’s big dick out of my mouth and let out a loud shriek. “Oh fuck!….fuck….fuck….fuck…” I screamed. He pounded into me hard with each thrust as I felt his pubic hair rubbing on my ass. His hands gripped me tight around the waist and for the first time I wondered if he might hurt me. But the fright quickly turned to even more excitement as the other two started to eg him on. “Yea, fuck that little pussy” I heard them saying as they pulled at my hair. “Make her re-think fucking us again” they sneered. All of it was better than I could have imagined.
As the motorcycle man stroked hard into my pussy, I was busy trying not to choke on the shirtless one’s cock. His shaved balls were huge as I tried to lap at them with my tongue. The smell of his sweaty sack all over my face was turning me on. I reached up gently and guided his hand back to my ass. He must have known what I wanted because he licked his finger and slid it into my tight little shit hole right away. “MmmmHmmmm” I moaned as he explored my asshole with his middle finger. In between sucking I did my best to keep uncle hard. I think he was just enjoying watching me as he stroked my back and watched his little niece get fucked.
Soon motorcycle man was beginning to grunt and moan and I could feel his dick swelling in my pussy. “Yea baby” I cooed. “Give me that cum. Shoot that big fucking load on my little ass cheeks daddy!” “Yeah whore….you like that?’ he hissed. He started to pump harder and faster as I got louder and louder. ”Oh yea, give it to me!” I yelled as he pushed one last time and exploded in me. His hot semen filled me up and I could feel his slimy meat twitching in my little whole. “OH! Fuck!” he moaned as I turned to see his big wet dick pull out of me. He jerked some remaining drops of cum on my ass and slapped my cheeks hard. My pussy was throbbing as I looked up at the shirtless one and whispered, “You ready for some?”
As he positioned himself behind me I started to get nervous. His cock was huge and I was afraid of getting hurt. The whole time that I was getting fucked, this was the dick that I was anticipating. He was cut and I could feel the veins bulging in my mouth as I was sucking on him. I had sucked a lot of dicks and this one was the heaviest I had ever had in my hand or mouth.
He took his time behind me, rubbing his big rough hands down the length of my back as I started to work uncles tool. He laid his hot meat in the crack of my ass and slid it gently to the entrance of my pussy. Rubbing it gently up and down, he worked my little slit into wet little gash quickly. By now uncle was pulling my face into him faster and I could feel his balls swelling in my hand.
The big dick broke into my tiny hole with a long slow stroke; burning deep as it went. I let out a scream as it kept going. “Ohhhh………..” I could feel it sliding inside of me like a snake. After what seemed like forever, he stopped for a second, letting it lay inside of me pulsating and filling me completely. He started to stroke in and out slowly. It felt as if my little whole was going to tear and explode in cum at the same time. The feeling was great. I had never had such a big dick in me before and I was in love with it. As he started to fuck me harder I started to gasp for air. My head was getting dizzier as I felt him in my stomach with each push. “Oh shit!..” I moaned. “Fuck me with that big dick” I screamed as he squeezed hard on my nipples. By now I was cumming with what felt like each thrust. He pumped harder and harder as I cried. They were right. I was getting tore up and I loved it. “Oh yea! Fuck your little whore!” I screamed as uncle jacked off in front of me. I could feel his grip on my waist tighten and my toes curling as I started to cum some more. Motorcycle man’s juices were squeezing out the sides of my lips as the big dick did it’s work. Soon I felt his thumb tear into my little asshole again as he worked my pussy over. Soon my face was getting slammed into uncles cock as he pounded me hard. My tiny frame was too small and my knees started to come off the couch with each powerful thrust. I could feel the tears running down my cheeks as my swollen pussy was getting nailed. He fucked me long and steady, pulling hard on my ponytail. “Oh God” I cried. “Cum for me baby….please!”
Soon motorcycle man was back with his cock in front of me coaxing him on. “Work that pussy” he kept saying. As I started to suck on his big mushroom again, I could feel him getting hard. I pulled him out and jacked hard on it as I stuffed uncle back inside my mouth. The thought of three hard dicks fucking me again was too much. Despite the workout my pussy was getting, I loved it. “Oh” I moaned. “I need all your cocks in my little slut pussy!” Right then motorcylcle man and the shirtless one traded off. As he slid his mushroom into my cunt I climbed on top over the shirtless one. I laid my head on his big strong chest and lowered my hand on to his wet cock. I started to jack him off when I felt the other ones cock ripping into my ass. I let out a scream and felt his hands stinging my ass cheeks hard. “Oh yea! That’s what I’m talking about!” he bragged as he started to fuck me hard in the ass. As I gasped and tried to lower myself onto the other ones huge dick I started to get dizzy. Soon they were both buried in me and I could feel them pushing at my stomach. I squeezed tight on his chest as my pussy twitched and convulsed, cumming again. “Oh fuck” I yelled as the room got dimmer.
By now uncle was stroking hard in front of me and positioning my face to take his load. As he grabbed hard at the back of my head I opened my mouth wide. His hot semen shot into my eye and started to plaster my face. As it dripped from my face I sucked hard on the end of his big twitching cock, trying to milk every last drop. He stroked the side of my face gently as the salty cum mixed with my tears. “Are you having fun?” he asked. I just smiled up at him with cum all over my face and licked my lips. I guess that turned on the motorcycle man because at that point he made me turn to look at him. “You like that you little slut?” he said. “Daddy’s about to unload in this pretty little ass.”
“Oh yea, here it comes” he said as he watched his big dick sliding in and out of my ass. Soon I felt that swelling that a dick does before it explodes. His hot juice pumped into my asshole and down my thighs. He leaned his head back and let out a loud groan as his dick slid up and against the other ones, coating his balls in his semen. As I looked between my legs I could see him rubbing his cock up against the other mans dick while he continued to fuck my pussy.
By now the shirtless one pulled me tight and started to moan. I felt another gush of warm juice filling me as he squeezed me tight and exploded in me for what seemed like an hour. “Oh fuck” he cried out as I watched the two dicks sliding in each other’s cum and squirming between my thighs.
We all lay still for a minute, exhausted. I could hardly breathe or walk as I climbed off of them and headed for my room. I had gotton what I wanted and I loved it. It never happened again but not for lack of want. People just seem to come and go but I’ve never forgotton it and it makes me wet to this day.
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Mum’s Generosity
Chapter 1
Frank lay back on the bed, eyes closed, totally naked and pumped his cock. At 14, he had recently discovered the joys of masturbation and in the two weeks since his first powerful and almost scary orgasm, only one thing had entered his head to play as fantasy to his throbbing cock.
He had wanked off at least 4 times a day since his delicious discovery of self-pleasure, all the time imagining his mum, Sandra, sliding her luscious sexy lips up and down his hard pulsing cock, finger fucking her wet pussy in front of him or having him slam his cock into her pussy while she was on her knees, reaching back to hold it open for her son’s loving gaze.
As is the joy of youth, he came hard, and often-times, once was not enough for this horny young boy. So what had started this fortnight long wanking frenzy? Why was his mother so often in his thoughts doing unspeakably unmotherly acts to him and for him?
It was a Saturday morning. Sandra, Frank and Brian, Frank’s 12 year old little brother were all home, the boys playing football in the garden, Sandra having her shower.
“Just nipping to the loo guys,” said Frank to his brother. He walked in before he realised his mum was in the shower. As soon as he heard the hiss of water and felt the cool steam condense on his face he apologised profusely and started to step out again.
“No, Frank, it’s fine. If you need to pee, you go right ahead and do it. Mummy won’t watch!” she smiled at herself, her back turned to him so he could only make out her womanly figure through the shower screen, his view blurred by the water running down and the clouds of steam. The thought of her son, taking his cock out only a few feet from her sent delicious little thrills through her body. She had seen how he was growing up and had sneaked more than a few glances at her son’s crotch recently, noticing a definite bulge and watching him subconsciously adjust himself as he concentrated on watching TV or drinking a glass of milk. She chastised herself for having such wicked thoughts about her own son, but the idea of his hard cock really thrilled her. It had been a long time since she had seen it properly and now here was a perfect opportunity to see what had excited her in the past few weeks, in the flesh.
She turned slightly and Frank turned his head at the movement, catching his mum in profile. Her tits big and firm with only a slight sag that he could see. Even through the wet glass screen he could see her nipples standing out hard. He gulped, quickly and turned his head, embarrassed but incredibly turned on by what he had seen. His cock had been getting hard all the time recently and he felt good when he adjusted it, but he tried to think about other things to make it go down. It took some effort, God did it take some effort, but he always succeeded….eventually….until the next time, usually only a short while after.
He was a torrent of raging male hormones, and his mum sensed this. His cock stiffened as the profiled view of his mum in the shower burned into his retina. His piss flowed and he closed his eyes after taking careful aim at the bowl and his head went back as he slowly stroked his cock. Sandra poked her head round the shower screen and was about to ask Frank for the towel she had forgotten to bring in with her, but as the words were about to come out, she looked at his face, seemingly staring at the ceiling. His eyes closed. She couldn’t help herself. She looked down and saw his hard cock, piss streaming out of it and his right hand gripping the shaft and slowly stroking it.
She caught her breath which made Frank abruptly stop and turn to face his mum. She looked up from his crotch, all red-faced, from the shower and the emotion of being caught in the act of ogling her elder son. They both looked into each other’s eyes for what seemed like eternity, then Sandra slowly stepped out from behind the screen. Her naked wet form came into view and as Frank’s stream of piss slowed and stopped he started stroking his hard cock again. She leaned back against the cold tiles and gasped out “Oh Frank!” Her feet parted and she reached down with her right hand to run her fingers through her hairy bush. Her left hand went to her breast and she squeezed and mauled it while her son watched her.
They were both transfixed, looking at each other’s bodies. Sandra noticed his hard firm legs, the faint wisps of hair at the base of his cock, his shaft, hard and veiny, his foreskin being pushed forward and pulled back, his soft velvety cockhead and at its centre, his pisshole. His cock must have been six inches long and her mouth watered. She ran her fingers up through her pussy lips and felt the Frank’s gaze burning her skin. She pinched a nipple and pulled it hard. Frank croaked, barely able to speak.
“Mummy!”
She moaned at the word he used. Her son. Her beautiful, sexy, wonderful son. Stroking his cock in front of her, wanking it hard and fast over the bowl of the toilet. She watched him as she rubbed between her cunt lips vigorously. His stare moved from her pussy to her tits, back and forth, unsure of which was the most erotic view. Suddenly he tensed, he felt it coming but did not know what it was.
She sensed his need, his urgency….he fisted his cock hard and Sandra shoved a finger up into her wet cunt. He cried out “Oh God, mummy!!!!” She returned his anguished plea “Frank, cum Frank, cum!!!” She watched his cock intently. Time slowed, her insides burned with desire. She felt the ripple inside and knew she would cum when he did. His balls tightened and Frank fell forward, one hand on the cistern, watching his mum finger her juicy, hairy, gorgeous pussy. He suddenly felt the rush and looked down in horror. Rope after rope of hot creamy cum shot out of his throbbing cock. He had never felt it so hard, never seen it so big.
Sandra panted as she watched his cum boil up out of his pisshole and splatter on the toilet seat and the cistern. He leaned back slightly and wailed as more and more cum shot out. Weeks and maybe months of sperm production in his tight balls was finally released, cumming on the wall behind the toilet. Sandra’s knees shook and she rubbed her clit hard as her own orgasm shook her body rigid. She keened and wailed, mumbling incoherently, rubbing her clit hard and fast, her cum juices dripping own her legs.
Frank, was recovering slowly, his knees buckled and he carefully fell to them on the bathroom floor. He looked at his mum once again and she was in the throes of ecstacy, face contorted with rage, lust, anger, desire, he could not tell. His eyes watered and sweat dripped from him. He just knelt and stared. Sandra recovered slowly but with her wits intact. She smiled at her son.
“Could you pass me a towel please sweetie? I seem to have forgotten it.” Frank walked out of the bathroom and grabbed a towel from the linen cupboard in a zombie-like daze. He handed it to his mum and she thanked him with a peck on his cheek. “You have grown into a big boy Frank,” she whispered in his ear and she left the bathroom.
She closed her bedroom door behind her and fell back against it. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “Oh my fucking God!”
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A new story to add to my growing list. Two old flames meet again, smut ensues.
Thanks for all the positive feedback for Part I. Settle in – this one’s a little longer
The story continues
This is my first story posted on this website. I have written another story using the same characters this story possesses in a previous story. I don’t have the story with me anymore and a can’t be screwed rewriting it =
Charlie accepts a job as a tutor for a 17-year-old boy that has more plans than tutoring for her.
– Educating Julie – Julie explores BDSM by being sub to two Dommes.
One of my most memorable experiences
I have a very hot mother. My friend’s tell me that, but I never needed their approval. She used to model full time for a career but stopped for a while to be a mother. She worked her ass off getting back in shape and now models part-time. Nobody can guess her real age she looks that good. She has long dark brown hair, a fantastic figure with large natural tits.
A story of several young men and women, all across the globe, being kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery by the infamous Master Petrovsky. Viewer discretion is advised. (First Attempt At A Erotic Story. Bare With Me.)
Guyz I am not able to post my full story I am.sry Pranali is a dream and fictious character in later stories pranali could be anything a call girl a MILF , college girl, a school teen
I arrived at Jasmines house at around 11:00 A.M. Which was really early for all of us. When I got there George had still not arrived and Jasmine was happy to see me, but sad that her boyfriend was late.
Now before I get too carried away, I should tell you a little Info about each of us. George is about 5′ tall and has a skinny body type. Jasmine had a little meat on her bones but she wasn’t really fat she was the exact same height as George, and had large c-cup boobs and a big but tight ass. My name is Frank and I am 6′ even and have an athletic body type and an 8-inch penis which i consider a blessing and then some.
“Hey, How’s it going?” she asked me.
“Pretty good how bout you?” I responded
“I’m doing good, good, Say have you seen my Georgie-Poo? I’m starting to get worried.” She asked me in a sad manner.
“No but has George ever been on time to anything?” I asked jokingly
“True, True,” she replied followed by, “so lets go in and get something to eat.”
I was feeling a little hungry so i agreed and we went in. We went to her kitchen but there wasn’t anything in there.
“Oh man this sucks Ass.” She said.
“I can probly go and get something in town to eat if you give me some money,” I said cause i really was getting hungry.
“Sure here,” she responded pulling a $20 bill out of her purse and handed it to me.
Now she lives 10 miles out of town so it was gonna be about twenty minutes to get there 10 to get the food and another 20 to get back to her place. Just as I was pulling out of the driveway, George pulled in and I thought it was probly good that the two of them had some alone time, I didn’t think they would do anything extreme. I had a very boring drive to town but it’s always boring going to and from Jazzes house. When I arrived at the Supermarket, I went and bought a box of 12 doughnuts and a 6-pack of soda. I still had $5 left and figured I’d keep it for the gas to drive all the way. I left and went back to their house and walked in the door. I didn’t bother to knock because they know that I’m coming. I set my groceries on the kitchen table and grabbed a doughnut and a soda. I went to go to the bathroom but on my way there I heard something coming from Jazzes room. It sounded like a soft moan followed by another and another and each time they were getting louder. I walked over to the door and opened it just the slightest bit so I could see in without anyone noticing the door open. What I saw shocked me beyond belief. Both of them were stark naked and George was on top of Jasmine moving in and out of her very very slowly. I could see a bunch of blood on her bed so i was guessing that this must be her first time. Her moans were slowly changing from painful sounding ones to pleasurable ones. George was starting to move faster and Jazz was starting to move with him. All of a sudden out of the corner of her eye, Jazz saw me and started staring at me. I’m guessing that she was as shocked as to see me because she stopped moving and just sat there staring.
“whats wrong baby?” George asked her
“turn around,”she said in a monotone manner.
George complied and saw me staring at them.
“Well i guess theres no point in hiding behind this door anymore,” I said to them.
“Yeah ha there sure isn’t ha ha,” Jazz said in a hysterical laugh
“You’re not gonna tell anyone about this are you?” George asked me sounding worried.
“No, As long as you let me join in this little sexcapade you’re having here, I’m not going home as the only virgin in our little group,” I said to them
“Sure whatever you want just don’t tell my parents,” Jasmine said.
I pulled all my clothes off and told them to flip over so Jasmine was on top and george was on the bottom.
“Now get ready cause I’m gonna take your anal cherry tonight too,” I told her.
“Please be gentile Frank,” Jasmine told me.
“Don’t worry I’ll go slow.” I reassured her.
“Ohh It hurts so much please stop!!!” She screamed at me.
“You’re so tight! I think we need some lubrication, here I’m gonna take some of your pussy juice and rub it on your ass.” I said
“Ok, but please go slow.” She told me
“Here I go, get ready,” I told her.
“OOOWWWWWWWWWWW IT HURTS, PLEASE STOP!!!!!!!!” She sreamed in the loudest voice I’ve ever heard out of her.
“Dude, I don’t think you’re gonna fit” George said, “Let me try my dick is smaller than your’s and I think I can fit.
“I’d rather have my special guy take my ass for the first time anyways.” Jasmine said
“Ok but then I get your pussy,” I told them
“No!” Jasmine said
“I’ll tell your parents about this remember” I said
“Fine but please go slow this time,” she said in a sort of angry voice.
“Ok whatever you want,” I told her
She sat up and pulled off of Georges dick then lay on her back and let me mount her. I put the head on the edge of her lips and assured her that I’d be gental this time. I pushed so that the very tip of my head was entering her little fuck hole, and immediatly her breathing increased. I pushed more and soon my whole head was in.
“Whoa stop for a minute and let me get used to it!” she spoke loudly.
I waited about a minute and then pushed a little further. I could see in her eyes that she was in some pain so i stopped moving again and waited a while when I could see in her eyes that she was ready for more i pushed so that about half of me was in her. I then proceeded to pull out almost all the way and then I slammed myself so that I was all the way up her pussy. She screamed loudly but it wasn’t a painful scream she was enjoying this so i went a few more times
“Whoa Frank She’s my girlfriend you don’t get to fuck her alone, I need some action too. I then pulled her up and flipped us over so that I was on my back and she was lying on top of me. I could feel her boobs pushing up against my body and she started rubbing them up and down so that I was having a belly dance by her boobs.
“Are you ready honey?” George asked her
“Whenever you are babe,” She responded
George started to push on her ass and unlike me he managed to get himself in. I could see the pain in her eyes but that soon went away and I could just see her light up with pleasure and she started moaning like she did when I arrived from the store except these were twice as loud and getting louder twice as fast.
“Ohh I’m gonna cum,” she yelled after about 5 minutes of our little orgie here. And boy did she ever come, I thought she would never stop and My entire lower body was drenched. about 10 seconds later George screamed, “Me too,” and he filled her ass with his seed. I could feel it dripping down from behind her and then I felt my own orgasm building up.
“I’m coming now too!” I yelled
“Hey don’t you dare come in me!” Jasmine screamed and she jumped up, throwing george off of her ass and less than a second after she got off of my rod i shot my load. It got all over her boobs and my chest.
“Oh here let me lick that up off of you,” she said and slurped every drop of my slime off of my chest.
“Now I’ll clean you up,” she said to george and she started licking his dick. Soon she had it in her mouth and was starting to give him a good blowjob. I stood right behind her and told her to get ready. I grabbed her ass and started spreading the cheeks. She pulled her mouth off of georges dick and screamed, “Go slow this time”
I told her to not worry about it and placed my head right next to her already slightly open ass. I figured it would be easier this time because it was already stretched from George taking her ass cherry and proceeded to push slightly.
“Oww you bit my cock!” George yelled.
“I’m sorry honeykins, I’m just in alot of pain from his dick going into my ass” she apologized
I started to push more and i could feel it spreading this time.
“Ok my heads almost in,” I told her.
“It hurts so much!” she wined at me
“The pain will be over soon enough,” I told her and the rest of my head slipped pass her opening
She litterally screamed her head off after that but soon enough she was over with her scream and I started to push more in. After about 10 minutes I was all the way in and I started to move in and out slowly. After a while she started giving george head again and He was starting to moan to the pleasures that her mouth was giving him. About 10 minutes later, I could feel my orgasm building up.
“I’m gonna cum!” I yelled at both of them.
“Me too!” both of them yelled in unison, although Jasmines was a little muffled for obvious reasons.
As soon as you could say ahh, all three of us came at exactly the same time. My cum came out and mixed with Jazzes until all of it hit the floor. and Jasmine swallowed all that came out of george. We all collapsed and lay there for awhile. I pulled the 5 dollar bill that I had left over from the store and gave it to her saying, “Here take this you deserve it after all of that.” After a while we could here a car pulling into the driveway.
“Shit my parents are home!!” Jasmine screamed. We all franticly put on all of our clothes and about a second after i finished zipping my pants up there was a knock on the door and Jasmines dad came in.
“Hey, did you guys have a good time?”
“Yeah we should do it again next week.” I said. The other two agreed and we did every week for the rest of the summer.
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Constructive feedback, please. I didn’t meant to imply that our main character raped Ronnie (after all she kissed him and was very willing in all the endeavors), but when I re-write I will use different words to convey what I was thinking — that Ronnie would have some … hesitation … before letting a stranger take her virginity. Please enjoy the following story.
‘Man that was intense’ I said to myself as I woke covered in sweat. Slowly consciousness crept into my sleep addled brain as I recalled the events of my slumber. It was her again, the short raven haired beauty that I had been lusting after in my dreams for weeks now, her name is Jamie, she is also my younger sister. Pulling the covers back I swung my legs off the bed and reached down to throw on a pair of boxers for the ritual morning trip to the bathroom.
As the shower was warming up I leaned over the sink just staring at myself in the mirror. That’s when I first noticed it, my eyes were green not their normal blue. As I stared in shock wondering what could have happened I watched as they turned back into the blue I have always known. Figuring it was still sleep fogging my brain I shook it off and dropped my boxers to the floor as I stepped into the shower. I stepped under the water feeling it was over me wishing I was anyone but me. Don’t get me wrong, I lived in a nice house with a great set of parents and my sister Jamie. I did pretty good in school, had friends and a fairly healthy social life, but it was how I looked I couldn’t stand. I was your typical run of the mill nothing special. At 5’9” 170 lbs I was just shy of being actually noticeable.
This is where my recent obsession has come in. Unlike me my younger sister Jamie got a double helping of looks. Just a month shy of turning 16 she stands a short 5’2” about 100 pounds even , long straight black hair that reaches halfway down her back. Her breasts as I found out later were a C cup and had been for about the last year now. Her stomach and legs were tight and toned from hours of cheerleading practice. Basically she was a vision of pure beauty, and the only girl that actually paid me any attention. Ever since it got hot enough to tan and I saw her in her new bikini this year I have barely been able to contain myself around her. Constantly excusing myself to go jerk off to her or sneaking around trying to get glimpses of her.
Even now in the shower as my dream comes back to me I feel my cock start to rise. Not wanting to waste a good erection and wanting to relive that dream I shut my eyes as my hand starts slowly stroking myself to full hardness. I go back to the dream, Julie underneath me, her legs folded up as I piston my cock into her hard and fast. I hear her moans telling me how big I am when I realize that in the dream its not really me fucking her, its me but a lot more muscled and with a bigger cock. As I think about watching myself enter my sister over and over again something feels different to me. I open my eyes and look down at myself and instead of the usual 5 inch skinny dick I see my hand wrapped around a 9 inch long 2 inch thick piece of meat jutting out from my body. My eyes widen in disbelief as my cock and my forearm are now the same size. Stuck in shock I hurriedly finish up my shower grab a towel and run back to my room.
Sitting on the edge of the bed thoughts of insanity run through my mind. Something is going on and I need to know what. With a deep breath I open my towel revealing the same small dick I’ve grown used to over the years. Now I’m lost. I must be losing my mind. Knowing what I saw and felt was real I decided to try and figure out what could possibly be going on. Since it was hard when I saw the difference maybe I had to be hard again to see the change. Being in such an excited state from two denied orgasms it was relatively easy to bring myself back to full hardness despite the nervousness of the situation. As my cock grew I was filled with excitement hoping for the best but after a few moments my cock was rigid and only the 5 inches I knew. Feeling slightly defeated I thought back to what was different and besides the obvious of not being in the shower anymore the only thing different was that at the time I was imagining myself with that same hard beast I had plowing into my sister. That scene coming back into my mind I started wanting that cock again. I started imagining it on my body jutting out. I looked down taking in my small cock wishing it to grow and before my eyes it started to. Slowly it gained in length and girth until I was back to being massive.
Over come with happiness at the possibilities for me now I stroked hard and fast while keeping my sister in my head. My orgasm was swift and powerful, as it hit rope after rope of cum shot out from my tip coating my chest in cum. As I squeezed the last of my cum out I fell back onto the bed in a daze and slipped into unconsciousness.
Waking back up for the second time that day I found myself in ridiculously high spirits. Who wouldn’t be?? I can change anything I want to physically about myself. Or at least maybe anything. I had to know my limits with this. Looking down at myself I needed to get cleaned up. Seeing what time it was I knew my sister had already left for practice and she wouldn’t be back until late that night, I didn’t even bother getting dressed. I went back to the bathroom and wet a washcloth to wipe myself down from the earlier orgasm.
While wiping myself down I looked into the mirror and started to play around. I started with my eye color again changing it from one color to the next finally deciding on brown. I then moved to my nose and just for shits and giggles I made it long and pointy like Pinocchio. Finally cleaned up I left my face the new way and walked back into my room closing my door. In my excitement I didn’t realize that my door didn’t completely shut. Now standing in front of my full length mirror I couldn’t help but laugh as I saw this ridiculous nose jutting out from my face.
Knowing that I basically had a do over at my disposal I started on becoming the way I always wanted to look. Adding a couple inches in height I was now 6 foot even. I set to work on my frame bulking me up a little bit and defining my muscles that would take months in a gym to achieve. Once happy with that I started on my face, not changing anything major just a little tweak here and there until I was happy. I enlarged my balls a little bit to match that of the destroyer now hanging limp between my legs. Once finished I memorized every inch of what I changed tweaking what needed it and leaving alone what was perfect. Taking a full look at myself I couldn’t have been happier. Looking like this there was no way girls would keep ignoring me. I would finally get laid.
Filing away what I wanted to look like I started playing around. Making myself fat and skinny, super tall and tiny like a midget. I added muscles and hair, took them away basically being absolutely ridiculous with my new found ability. Returning back to the new me I stood just admiring myself when all of a sudden it hit me. If I could change into anything why couldn’t I change into a chick. The thoughts of my possibilities started to excite me, bringing my impressive cock to life. I started off just seeing if I could do it. My chest losing its muscle as it started to expand out ending up with a pair of firm large breasts. Not being able to choose between the mirror and looking down I kept glancing back and forth as my hands came up to feel my first breast. My hands reaching their goal sent all the air out of my lungs and I fell back onto the bed slowly caressing my new toys. My nipples now even more sensitive began to harden under the movements of my hands. My cock was so hard it was actually beginning to hurt as I pinched down on my nipples causing an involuntary moan to escape my throat. Leaving one hand to play with my breasts I moved my other down and slowly began stroking my cock imagining it was my sisters breasts I was playing with. Getting so into it I started moaning her name which in turn brought me immediately to orgasm my cock exploding and sending my cum shooting out right onto my breasts.
As I lay there in my after glow I started picturing my sister in my head. I closed my eyes forming a complete picture of Jamie in my head. I pulled on every memory I had of her forming a complete image of her in my head. Keeping my eyes shut I imagined her and pushed that image of her onto my body. I could feel things moving and changing and when it all stopped with eyes still shut I stood up. Slowly I opened my eyes and staring back at me in the mirror was my sister.
So stunned at this, all I could do was stare as I turned around and bent over trying to see everything I could. Finally I let my hands do what my eyes were doing. I laid back on the bed closing my eyes and just ran my hands over every inch of my sisters body. Going straight to my breasts I started caressing and squeezing finally getting the prize I had been aching for. Under the ministrations of my fingers I could feel my nipples harden, moving down to them I gave them a pull when I felt a wet heat coming from between my legs. Going into very unknown territory I slid one hand down my stomach and in between my legs. I could immediately feel heat emanating from my folds. Gingerly I began exploring lightly playing with the area rubbing my fingers up and down coating them in the juice of my excitement. My breaths were now beginning to come in deeper and more ragged as my excitement grew finally resulting in a loud moan as my probing fingers found my clit.
Now feeling flushed and more turned on in a new way than I have even experienced I began to rub my fingers in circles over my clit, going faster and faster until I couldn’t even breathe. The only option my brain gave me was to keep rubbing. And that’s when it hit. My entire body being sent into spasms I twisted around as the most intense orgasm I have ever felt washed over me. With one final wave of ecstasy washing over me blackness edged in.
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My introduction into incest
Start of an ongoing series of feminization. My first non-con story! I think I was a on few too many glasses of red when I first thought of this one.. But I grew to love Jamie :3 And yes. I know Dead Space 3 isn’t local coop. I’ll never forgive myself for that.
Epilogue: or “Nineteen years Lat—err… I mean /Fifteen/…”
Standard Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters are property of J K Rowling, Warner Brothers, Bloomsbury Books, Arthur A. Levine Books, Raincoast Books, Scholastic publishing (et al.) and are used without permission. This work was written purely for noncommercial entertainment; no money is being made.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Epilogue: Look everybody! It’s an epilogue!
Nineteen Years Later…
Wait… what? Nineteen? Why nineteen? Don’t these things happen in even amounts of years like “two,”“ten,” or “twenty”? Or even increments of five years? Why would I go against convention and use an odd number like nineteen? “Oh, look at me; I’m such a rebel. I place my epilogue nineteen years into the future! I’m such a trend setter.”
Who am I to go against convention?
/Fifteen/ years later…
No matter how many times Harry saw the “/new/” Hogwarts, the wizard’s chest would puff up with well-earned pride. Not only had he co-created the unique ritual to rebuild the ruined castle with Hermione thirteen years before, but he and his wife had been one of the dozens of couples that had performed said sex-ritual. He could still remember the scores of two-person tents (and a three-person tent for Seamus, Lavender and Parvati) that circled the ruins and the non-stop peals of pleasure and wet squelching noises that filled the night as the stones flew through the air and rebuilt the ancient castle.
It looked exactly the way it did before it fell. Well, not/exactly/. The Astronomy Tower was significantly taller and thicker than it had been. Also, it had a peculiar, yet/pleasing/ curve to it. And most people described the parapet as being “/crown/” shaped. Hermione believed that the sex-ritual that recreated the castle had inadvertently altered this particular part of the building. In fact, a few muggleborns had stated that the tower now appeared to be a copy of the notorious tower that had been featured in the original poster art for Disney’s “/The Little Mermaid.”/ The thick, creeping vines that crisscrossed the Tower only aided in this comparison.
Another side effect of the sex-ritual that had rebuilt Hogwarts meant the castle and its wards now fed off of any sex act. Seeing that the castle was chockfull of hormonal teenagers wanking, snogging, performing hand-jobs and oral sex, and outright fornicating every single day, the new castle literally throbbed with power. Throbbed/. As he and Hermione walked up the hill to the castle, Harry could actually see the building pulsate – and /throb – particularly the new Astronomy Tower.
Just before the married couple walked through the giant doors of Hogwarts, Harry noticed the black-lace choker around his wife’s neck. The choker was just part of a garment Hermione had donned this morning. The costume was normally used for when the couple would act out a rather fun role-playing game where Hermione was a bad maid who had not dusted properly and therefore deserved a“/punishment/” from Harry. Today, the punishment hadn’t been for improper dusting, but for a cruel, teasing joke the brunette had played.
Harry made a polite coughing sound to attract her attention and pointed at his own neck.
“Oh my, we don’t want to lose this one,” the brunette said instantly realizing what Harry’s gesture meant. She carefully removed the choker and tucked it away in her robe pocket. “/Risqu?aid/” was one of her most favorite games after-all.
As they entered the castle, the sound of hundreds and hundreds of students talking and rushing to class nearly overpowered them. The years that followed the fall of the first Hogwarts Castle and Voldemort’s defeat saw the wizarding population of Britain increase significantly. Year after year the birth rate had shattered the previous year’s record setting number. This massive and continual spike in the population was due to the age of peace that the wizards and witches now experienced thanks to Voldemort’s demise. Or at least that is what the history books claimed. The real reason that the birth rate was rising rapidly each year was due to the fact that every witch and wizard were having copious amounts of sex. And this was directly correlated to the wildly popular Books of Love Magic and its ten volumes (so far). The highest seller to date was Volume Six: Pregnancy and You which had a four month pregnant (with James) “/Mona Puckle”/ and sixth month pregnant(with the twins Harry and Harriet) “Perky ‘The Jugs’ Weatherby” with their respective husbands performing rituals designed to aid in various stages of pregnancy and childbirth, as well as recipes for balms and salves that made stretch marks disappear and physical exercises that helped fight various sagging bits on both partners.
“It looks like they’re going to have to add another wing to the castle just to house the ever-growing student body,” commented Hermione as the couple pushed through the throng of students. The school’s population had tripled twice over since they had taken their NEWTS.
“Maybe we can come up with another ritual to do just that?” suggested Harry, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. “I mean it’s not like we haven’t invested ourselves to the castle before.”
“I’ll work on it tonight,” she said, looking forward to the practice. Trial and error was so much fun when orgasms were included.
The couple made their way to the Hospital Ward where Luna Weasley worked. Thanks to her share of the book profits, the blonde and her husband were reasonably wealthy and didn’t need to work. She did however take the position of Hogwarts’ nurse in order to be close to her children. And Ron took up the position of nurse’s aide for the same reasons – that and easy access to the mid-afternoon shags he had grown to love. As for Harry and Hermione, they too were able to live just as comfortably thanks to their shares of book sales and found things to do in their spare time: Harry was content to be what Muggles called a“/Stay-at-Home-Dad”/ while Hermione, who did more than her fair share in raising their children, spent some of her free time trying to live up to her title of the “/Chosen One”/by striving to give House-Elves equal rights. So far, the best she had been able to accomplish is a Ministry standard three sickle yearly salary and two days off a month. Even though Hermione thought this was unacceptable, the House-Elves were ecstatic over their new freedom. They were so overjoyed by their Savior’s accomplishment that they created over a dozen holidays where they showered the Chosen One with praise and gifts. Ironically enough, these gifts the House-Elves gave her were hand-knitted hats that were strikingly similar to the ones she herself had made in her fifth year in a misguided attempt to free the tiny creatures. One room in their home, the Shrieking Shack (which was still a grandiose mansion on the inside thanks to Harry’s accidentally bout of magic when the couple had first made love), was used strictly to house the thousands upon thousands of hats she had received over the years.
Harry and Hermione found their best friends putting away supplies upon entering the Hospital Ward.
“’Lo, Hermione, Harry, what brings you here?” asked Ron as he helped his wife stock the shelves with ointments, salves and various potions.
Before either could answer, fifteen year old Sirius Lupin, Remus and Tonks’ eldest son, pushed his way into the Ward. He held a blood-soaked cloth to his head.
“What’s the matter, Sirius?” Luna asked.
“Erm… uh…I… er… bumped my head,” he answered lamely. Unlike his father, Sirius was a horrible liar. This un-Marauder like-setback did not stop the young wizard from committing acts of mischief and mayhem.
“Did you happen to bump your head because you were up to no good with the twins?” asked Luna.
“Which ones?” the young boy asked Luna in return. It was clear that Sirius was attempting to distract the adults in the room. “Your twins or Aunt Hermione and Uncle Harry’s twins?”
Knowing that the fifteen year old boy was trying to protect his best friend and obvious cohort with this distraction, Harry asked, “So it was Hyphen then?”
“Yes, Uncle Harry,” Sirius admitted. “We were pranking some Slytherins and I tripped when we made our escape. Hit my head on the steps leading out of the dungeons.”
“And I take it our daughter’s in her dorm room right now devising an alibi for the two of you?” asked Hermione.
“Yes,” he replied.
Harry smiled to himself, imagining Hyphen’s brilliant green eyes sparkling mischievously behind her spectacles, twirling one of her long strands of black, kinky hair which she tended to do when she was up to no good. A part of him was glad to see his fourteen year-old daughter giving Slytherins hell. Of course he’d never mention this to Hermione who always scolded Hyphen and their other children for not supporting Inter-House unity.
Luna gingerly pulled the boy’s hand from his head and said,“Just a scratch and a mild concussion – nothing that a few waves from a wand and a potion won’t fix.”
Once Sirius was healed, Luna shooed the “miracle-boy” away. Like his godfather, Harry, Sirius Lupin had earned an unwanted moniker. The first full moon after his fifth birthday, Sirius changed into a werewolf, just as everyone feared. He had unfortunately inherited the condition from his father. However, Sirius also inherited his mother’s Metamorphmagus abilities. The next full moon, Sirius did not change, much to everyone’s surprise. After a bit of study, it was discovered that after his first painful transformation into a wolf, Sirius unconsciously used his Metamorphmagus ability to cancel out his werewolf transformation. Using this knowledge, several Potion Masters created a cure for Lycanthropy based off of Sirius’ unique ability. Thus, he was heralded as the “miracle-boy.”
Once the four adults were alone, Hermione announced, “I have news,” the brunette was glowing with happiness. “Guess whose expecting again?”
“Another one?” asked Ron disbelievingly.
“You know Harry, ever since he found out I told that little fib, he thinks that I shouldn’t be without child for more than a year at a time.”
After their third child was born, Harry sat down and did the math, so to speak. Their first child, Lily-Fiona Granger-Potter – affectionately called “Hyphen” – was born a little more than nine months and one week after Hermione told him she was pregnant that fateful day. Harry knew Hyphen wasn’t late and doubted that their daughter had already been conceived the day Hermione announced her pregnancy. When confronted, Hermione confessed to her “/delay in the truth/.” In retrospect, Harry should have known it was a lie – Hermione was an absolute pathetic liar after all. In his defense, he had accepted his future wife’s claim simply because he didn’t think she could have ever lied about something so important, especially when their lives were in mortal peril at the time. Even though the lie was for the greater good, allowing Harry to tap completely into his love-core and therefore defeat Voldemort, the wizard was justifiably upset when Hermione confessed. After along, drawn out argument, and as a form of “/penance,”/Hermione baked Harry a pie (or rather, she asked Dobby – their employed house-elf – to bake Harry a pie) and then performed fellatio on her husband while he enjoyed his pastry treat. This led to the two shagging on the kitchen table while their three kids took their afternoon kip, which led to Hermione becoming pregnant again with the twins Eric and Lacy. It quickly became a joke that Harry had knocked up Hermione on a regular basis as a form of punishment for her “/delay in the truth/.” This couldn’t be further from the truth – the couple had always intended on having a large family.
“What will this make? Nine sprogs? Hell, I’m a Weasley and I don’t have that many,” the red head commented.
“But you’re not living up to the Weasley name, are you? If Molly didn’t have so many grandchildren from your brothers and sister, I’m certain she’d berate you daily for only having four. Bill and Fleur have six. Fred and George each have five. Percy, with his five ex-wives, has a total of eight. Even Charlie, who’s gay, has seven kids. But Ginny and Neville are obviously trying to make up for your lack of children with their eleven,” Hermione pointed out.
“That’s only because Neville and that enormous penis of his ejaculates directly into Ginny’s womb each time they make love,” Luna said. “They have to realize that no magical form of anti-conception will work with them.”
“Yeah, let’s just hope he takes my advice and pulls out from now on,” Harry chuckled. “Or at least buy some Muggle-condoms.”
“So, number nine, huh,” Ron said, returning to his friend’s happy news. “You’re going to run out of names you know.”
“Well I suggested we name the baby after Snape,” Hermione said. She smiled at the scowl that marred her husband’s face.
“I take it that didn’t go over well?” asked Luna.
“No,” Harry said, flatly.
“To say the least,” snorted Hermione. “After I used the Defebulator Charm to revive him and told him it was ajoke, Harry gave me a sound paddling. Of course I was hoping for a spanking, so I think it worked out rather well for me.”
“Were you two were playing ‘The Lady and the Pauper’or ‘/Snarky Schoolgirl’/?” asked Ron.
“No, it was the ‘/Risqu?aid’ /this time. In fact, the maid-choker’s in her pocket right now,” Harry replied. “And just to clarify; there’s no paddling in ‘/The Lady and the Pauper’/scenario. You’re thinking of ‘King Harry and the Duchess of Canterbury’ ‘A Long, Cold Night in January’ or ‘The Babysitter’s Reward.’”
“Ah, my mistake,” the red-head said with a smile. “I’ll try to keep them straight.”
“And what did you do to celebrate the great news of another baby?” the blonde asked, already knowing the answer.
“Another sound paddling,” Hermione said with a rosy bloom. Even though Luna could not see them to confirm, she was positive the bloom on her cheeks matched the ruby hue on the brunette’s other set of cheeks thanks to two consecutive spanking sessions.
“Well, we’ll just have to celebrate won’t we?” Ron said.
“What should we celebrate? The fact that Hermione’s still a kinky witch or that she and Harry are going to have another child?” asked Luna playfully.
“We can celebrate both as far as I’m concerned,” replied Harry, overjoyed to have another child on the way and deliriously happy that his wife was still so adventurous.
“We’ve reserved a table at The Three Broomsticks for us and our kids,” Hermione said to her friends.
“Great, we can say hi to Hannah Abbott ,” said Ron.
“No, Ronald, Hannah owns the Leaky Cauldron,” Luna corrected. “Katie Bell is the owner of The Three Broomsticks.”
“That’s right. I don’t know why I get those two confused.”
As the two couples left the Hospital Ward, Ron said with a guffaw;“Wow, the ten Potters and six Weasleys, that’s going to one big table.”
“Ow,” exclaimed Harry suddenly.
“What is it dear?” asked Hermione.
“Some damn insect just bit my scar.”
The End
Ending Notes: First and foremost, I’d like to thank my beta, Sasqch for his diligent work. I’d also like to thank Steven Moffat whose creation, “/Coupling,/” I pilfered many of my jokes from. Thanks to Joanne Rowling whose many contradictions, plot holes, dropped plot points, retroactive changes in regards to previously published books, and the blatant character assassinations(of both her creations and her fans) made “Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor” possible. More thanks go out to Ultimate Auror and Brainy Bird who helped with numerous ideas and suggestions.
Most of all, many thanks to all who have read and reviewed. You guys rock.
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