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Club Inflictions part 3

Victoria dropped to her knee’s in front of the first man and took him in her mouth as soon as he was in her mouth he pushed his cock down her throat making her gag. After about a minute Victoria was pulled hard by her hair and dragged to the next man this went on until she had sucked all of them for a minute or so. Again she was grabbed by a handful of hair and walked over towards the bed. Suddenly Victoria yelled out as she was literally swung onto the bed by her hair.
“Get on your hands and knee’s” She heard a voice say getting on her hands and knee’s one man got up behind her and one in front of her and at almost the same time rammed their cocks into her mouth and cunt. Victoria groaned and felt a hand on each of her tits and them being squeezed hard.
“I think she needs punishing she is not sucking me hard enough” The man in her mouth said a few seconds later Victoria screamed out as she was hit hard across the back with one of the man’s leather belts. The man pushed deeper into her throat Victoria opened her mouth wider to take him. The man fucking her from behind grabbed her ass cheeks and dug his fingers in Victoria pushed back into the man and let out a groan. She felt the man fucking her push in deeper and release his load as a parting gift he bit her hard on one of her ass cheeks. Moments later another cock was being rammed into her cunt.
James knocked on Victoria’s door when he got no reply he opened the door and popped his head in.
“Sorry iam late had a last minute meeting” He said as he walked into the office and shut the door behind him. He was more then a hour late and knew Victoria would be pissed at him. He called her again thinking she was probably in the shower but when she still didnt answer he sat at her desk and looked in her appointment book and seen Victoria had a appointment at 7pm what sparked his interest was the room it was in room was not used that often. Pushing the seat back James walked to the monitors and turned them on every room had a camera so Victoria could check up on the girls. James pushed the next monitor on and stepped back his eyes opened wide at what he was seeing. Victoria was bent over and a man was fucking her ass another was ramming his cock down her throat as soon as the man finished blew his load in her ass another stood up behind her and rammed his cock into her ass again. James could see welt marks all over Victoria’s back her ass as well. James turned up the volume. Once the two men finished one of the men grabbed Victoria by the arm and dragged her to the side of the bed and put a collar on her that had two leather straps on either side.
“Now this will be more interesting you have some sweet toys here and slut we will use every one on you now turn the fuck around.” he said and spat in her face just as she was about to turn around. Grabbed the leather straps he yanked them hard pulling Victoria’s head back at the same time entered her ass.
Victoria let out a yell and gasped for air.
“Tell me slut you want this you love this and you want more” He said and pulled the straps again. In a strained voice Victoria asked for more. A man grabbed her face and rammed his cock down her throat.
“Put her on the bed lets Dp her this slut is coming all over the place.” He said with a laugh as Victoria was pulled onto the bed she straddled the man laying down and lowered herself down on his cock another holding the straps reefed her head back and entered her ass a third stood and rammed his cock down her throat.
James wanted to walk away but the scene in front him kept him there he had never seen Victoria like this he knew she like it rough and some pain but never had he seen this before. He watched as she was beat with the belt she was pissed on made to crawl around the floor and lick their feet .Spat on and what amazed James she begged for more and it was not just because they wanted her to say it she was smiling she really wanted more. A little while later James watched as Victoria was bent over a table and her legs strapped apart and her hands tied and stretched out in front of her. A few moments later dogs were lead in and one was lead to Victoria he sniffed her cunt then licked it a few times before being encouraged by his owner to mount Victoria which he did. As this was happening one of the men laid down in front of Victoria and told her to suck his cock. James watched as the dogs took their turns then were lead back out of the room Victoria was left there for a few minutes. Then the men started their assault on her body again this time the men took turns fisting her cunt and a huge vibrator was being rammed into her ass.
“Scream for more slut” One man yelled out Victoria did scream for more and she did want more as she came over and over. James put his hand to his mouth as they started fisting her ass and the vibrator was now being rammed into her cunt .Once they had finished they untied her and dragged her back over to the bed..
“Now slut lets see how you go with two cocks in your cunt.” he said and pulled Victoria down on his cock and pulled her forward as another go behind her and pushed his cock into her cunt as well Victoria screamed out.
The man on bottom laughed and squeezed her tits hard.
“Your ass is next.” He said.
For the next hour James watched as they fucked Victoria every way they could. When it was over Victoria put her robe back on and stood in front of the men.
“So did you get your moneys worth?” She asked.
“Hell yeah and then some we want to do this again if you agree to it.” He said as he started to dress.
Victoria smiled and nodded her head.
“Oh yeah i want to do this again you want to bring a few more men please.” She said and left the room and walked slowly back up to her office.
As soon as she entered the office she seen James and that the monitor for the room she had just been in was still on.
“I need a shower badly.” She said and started to walk passed James as she got in line with him he grabbed her arm and spun her around.
“What the fuck was that all about Vicky for fuck sake you let dogs fuck you?” He said.
“It was a job James you know what i run here and the dogs its what they wanted and paid for it was not to bad dont know the attraction to dogs fucking a woman i preferred the cock in my mouth alot more.” She said and pulled her arm away and went and had a long very hot shower.
James was pacing when she came back out he stopped once she entered and just stared at her.
“Dont look at me like that i dont answer to you James i answer to no-one and for the damn record i loved very minute of what happened in that room and i will be doing it again and hopefully with a few extra men.” She said and sat down on the lounge she was so damn sore and swollen she had to sit on a cushion.
“Tell me why Vicky i know you like it rough but fuck Vicky look at yourself.” James said and sat down on the lounge heavily.
“Ok James i will tell you. I come from a family who were drunks and took drugs my parents were young when my brother was born and two years later i came along. No affection was given only the bare essentials they need money for drink and drugs .Lets jump a few years it was my 13th birthday i came home from school to hear the usual laughing and the sound of alot of voices. I went into the house and straight to my room the usual routine but this day i messed up and walked out into the kitchen to get something to eat. As i head back towards my room my dad grabbed me and hugged me and wished me a happy birthday i was just happy he remembered. Then i heard someone say “fuck she is ready to have her cherry popped maybe it already has been” The voice said my dad looked down at me and asked was i still a virgin i was so embarrassed and blushing so bad and told him i was.
Again someone called out ” I would check with the amount of men coming through your house someone has nail her for sure” The voice said then alot of voices started egging my dad on to check then i heard my mother’s voice and seen her stagger towards me hoping she was there to save me.
She stood in front of me and smirked then looked at my dad.
“We didnt get her a birthday present so iam thinking you could kill two birds with one stone check to see if she is virgin and that can be your birthday present to her and then i will give her mine.” She said with a laugh and suddenly she bend down and pulled my panties from under my school shirt. My dad dragged me screaming out into the lounge room and in front of eveyone he raped me then looked up at everyone and laughed.
“She was a virgin” He said and got back to his feet then my mother came over to me and made me roll over onto my back and told two men to hold my legs open i was screaming for them to stop as my mother went to work on my cunt when she was done she wished me a happy birthday.” Victoria said.
“A few minutes later i heard men offering dad money to fuck me right there and then and my parents got so excited and took up their offer so on my birthday i was raped repeat over and over and my parents made money. The next day still sore and so scared i went to school as usual as soon as i returned home my father was waiting for me this time he fucked my ass god how i screamed but it did not stop him. Then that night a number of men came over and i was shown by my mother how to suck a man’s cock other school kids were doing school homework my was practicing sucking cocks and getting hit if i did it wrong. So that became my life everyday i was fucked and beaten by my father and mother and other people paid money to fuck me, Then dad had this idea that i could make them more money so i was taken to truck stops and drivers paid money to fuck me in the back of their rigs. If i didnt perform to my father’s satisfaction i was beaten so bad all the sex was rough James and i was hit continuous from men who were told they could do anything to me.
Then i was hired out for parties and at these parties i learnt what Dp was and how to eat out a woman properly. After about three weeks i just gave in and it occurred to me then that while these men and my parents were fucking me i had all their attention what i craved all my life so i just went with it. The next day after i decided to just enjoy the attention i walked into the house and smiled at my father. And told him to lay down i wanted to be on top and right there in front of the door i rode my father’s cock. The look he gave me was so worth it and the decision i made was the right one once i was done with him i walked over to my mother and knelt between her legs and licked and sucked her cunt until she came twice. A few years later once i left their house i became a highly paid sex worker and saved every dime i could until i could open this place my dream i called it Inflictions because i was inflicted with so much pain for so long just seemed fitting. I still go home twice a year and yes as soon as i walk in my father is pulling out his cock and we fuck he does what ever he likes to me. James this is who iam and its the only life i know and iam damn good at it. If you cant accept my life style there is the door use it and dont ever come back.” Victoria said staring at James.
James said nothing for a long time then looked at Victoria and smiled.
“Can i be in on the next one?” He asked.
Victoria smiled and got to her feet and let her robe fall open and lent down to James.
“I would love you to be there now iam horny again fuck me James.” Victoria said with a grin and let the robe drop to the floor.
To be continued maybe

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An incest birthday chapter 7

I took a little break before writing this part. There are no mispells or typos, I spelled everything in this story exactly as i want it to be. As usual, comments and PMs about this and upcoming stories i will start writing are appreciated.

Transformation to mare – part 1

My name is Max and i am a 41 year old married man, very good-looking according to many women, intelligent and in shape. Although it was a bit chilly, the sun was shining so i decided to head for a walk at the beach close to where i live. When i walked on the path to the beach i heard a horse coming up behind me. Our beach is used by many horse riders because it is so quiet. I stepped aside a little but and what i see takes my breath away: the large brown horse is ridden by a beautiful black woman. She was wearing tight white jodhpurs, black boots, a white blouse and a black jacket and gloves and had her long black hair in a pony tail. In her hand she held a whip. She passed me and i see her beautiful round ass and and i could not help but whistle softly. It took maybe a second, but she stopped and turned the horse with a slight movement of her hand and came back to me and stopped just in front of me. I was in shock and looked up to her. She looked down on me with a stern look. Now i can see she is just a young girl, maybe not older than 15. “Do you think all women like to be whistled at by old pigs like you?”, she asked with a demanding voice. I started stammering and did not know. “Actually I am offended”, she continues. “Do you know why men whistle to women?”, she asked and before i can answer she says: “It is nothing more than a pre-historic mating call by a lesser evolved male. Did you ever think that a beautiful woman like me would even consider having sex with a old pig like you? I am only 14 and maybe i should report you to the police as a sex offender”. I am speechless, but strangely enough also sexually aroused by the scorning of the young girl. “I see that your small friend wants to get out of your pants”, she says referring to my hard cock in my pants. “So you are a sex offender!”, she says while she quickly takes a picture of me with a her phone. “I will call the police once i am back from my trip” and she turns her horse and heads for the beach leaving me in shock and fear. What was meant as a compliment is turned by this girl into a sexual offence and i know who the police will belief when she reports me and it will not be me. I need to do something, but what? I feel i am also very horny and conclude it must be the mix of her looks son with her. and dominance that i have never before encountered in a woman. I need to speak to her again to stop her from doing something stupid, or damaging to me at least. What will my wife say, when these accusations are made? I almost run to the beach just to see her ride in the distance. Nothing else to do i sit on the beach and wait for her to return.
After what seems like hours, but in fact was maybe 30 minutes, I see her approach again in gallop. She slows down and i stand up to face her. She keeps walking the horse to the exit of the beach and i am forced to run with her. “Please stop, i want to talk”, I ask. Ignoring me she pats the horse on the neck and tells him it was a good boy. “Please, please, stop, i beg You”, i hear myself say. “What do you want?”, she asks me. “Please, do not report me to the police, i am very very sorry for what i did”. “You admit you committed a crime?”, she asks. “Yes, i should not have done that”, i agree thinking i might get away with it. “Crimes must be punished don’t you agree?”. “Yes, i agree”, i humbly admit. She stopped the horse and looked down on me with her deep brown eyes and just the hint of a smile on her face. “Hold out your hands”, she commands and to my surprise i automatically comply and hold out both hands. Before i can even pull away my hands she hits my hands with a strong blow of her whip. I let out a yell and tears flow on my cheeks. It hurt like hell. “You deserved that, or not?”, she asks. Knowing that hopefully this will end my ordeal i just agree. “Will you ever whistle to a woman again?” and i quickly answer with no. Then i feel the tip of her whip softly ticking on my cock in my pants. “And what is this? It seems you are happy with the punishment you get, don’t you?” And to my embarrassment i feel my rock hard cock pounding in my pants. “It is clear to me you need someone to teach you some manners, don’t you agree?” she continues all the while softly ticking with the tip of her whip on my cock. I close my eyes and let out a soft moan. Then a hard blow hits my cock and she says ‘When i ask a question I demand a swift reply. “Yes, i need someone to teach me a some manners”, i say. “Good, I want you to be at 42, Groverstreet in precisely 30 minutes. Do not be late or i will call the police immediately!” and with that said she rides away leaving my totally in awe. I have never been treated like this before, It was always me controlling the women, but this 14 year old girl overrules me easily. Part of me thinks she will never report me, but another part is sure she will, she is that type of a woman. And i have never felt so horny in my life, so what do i have to lose? I decide to go to the address she gave and will reason with her. I need to do some damage control to protect my life!
When i arrive to address i see a nice villa in the better part of town. I park my car and walk to the door. I ring the bell and the door is opened by a man maybe 10 years older than I am and wearing a butler uniform. “Milady was expecting you and asked me to point you to the stables where she is waiting”, he says with a soft voice as he guides me through the huge hallway to the back of the house and directs me to the stables. I walk to the opened door and enter the stables. I see at least 3 horses in boxes and in the rear of the stable i see the girl sitting on a chair, her legs crossed and still wearing her horse riding clothes, but not her jacket. I see nicely formed breasts under her blouse and swallow. She is smoking a cigarette and typing her cell phone. I walk towards her and say somewhat nervous “Here, i am” , but she is ignoring me completely. I watch closely with how much grace she brings the cigarette with perfectly manicured fingers to her lips. Lips that are very full and with some transparent gloss on it. This back girl is beautiful! I see how she inhales and blows the smoke in my direction. I start getting uncomfortable and clear my throat to attract her attention. She finishes her cigarette, drops it on the stable ground and puts it out with the tip of her boot.
“Listen, you better cooperate or I will report you to the police and belief me they will take action against you. So here is Lesson 1: do not speak unless asked a direct question which you answer swiftly”. “Yes, but…”. “No buts, understood?”. “Yes, but i want…” and before i know it, she stands up, approaches me and slaps my face hard. “No buts, understood”. “Yes”. i say with my check burning not exactly understanding what is going on. She is standing very close in front of me and is maybe 20 cm smaller than I am. “Lesson 2: you will quickly obey my commands and from now refer to me as Milady. Understood?”. “Yes”. i say confused. And again i am face slapped hard on the other cheek. “Yes Milady”, i correct myself. What the fuck is going on? Why do i let myself be treated like this? “Good, now undress” she commands and she turns and takes her seat again. What? Undress? She must be out of her mind, but when i look at her i see she is absolutely serious about this. “You undress now within 30 seconds or you can go home and i will call the police!” No, this is not what i want, i want to solve this and i need to buy some time to get the chance to talk to her normally. So i decide to undress quickly and throw my clothes on a pile. “Hands in your neck, legs slightly spread”, she orders. “Lesson 3: you are not to look me or any woman in the eye and always look at the ground” and i quickly obey and i see her approaching me from the corners of my eyes. She grabs my cock that has been betraying me all the time; it is rock hard and i shiver under her grip. “You are an untamed stallion, but when i am done with you, you will be a happy mare wanting to be bred”. I had no clue what she was talking about, but she squeezed my cock harder and i let out a moan. ” You are willing to give up everything to be tamed, don’t you?” “yes Milady”, i moan and i start fucking her hand. “Manners!”, she hisses and slaps my cock hard with her hand. “Follow me!”, she orders and i quickly walk behind her, eyes to the ground, but i cannot help looking at her perfectly round ass that she moves so sexy.
We go to an empty box and she orders me to stand in the middle. I feel her standing behind me and attaching some kind of metal cuffs around my wrists and ankles. “Please Milady, can we talk?”, i try to ask, but she kicks me from behind hard in the balls. “Was I not clear, mare? Lesson 1!” and she walks to the wall and starts turning a wheel and before i know it my hands go up in the air and i feel being stretched. My ankles are attached to the floor and my arms go up in the air. “Please stop this, i want this to end”, i yell. The girl, whose name i do not even know, just ignores my pleading and walks to the corner where she grabs a hose and with full force the cold water hit me. She hoses me completely from top to bottom and i cannot do anything against it. This continues for maybe 5 minutes until it finally stops and i notice i am crying. Milady approaches me with a towel and while she dries me she talks with a soothing voice “Hush, hush, my little mare, you are just a little bit tensed. Calm down, Milady knows what is good for You! Don’t you agree?”. I am so in shock by all the emotions i do not know anymore what to say or think and just concentrate on her voice. She keeps soothing me with her voice and drying me with the towel. I start to get aroused again, but then i feel her attaching some kind of metal cage with a lock around my cock and i feel my cock cannot get erect anymore. She attaches some kind of collar around my neck and locks that also. She attaches a chain from the ceiling to it with a lock and removes the ankle and wrist cuffs. “This will be your box for a while my mare, get used to it. The chain and collar are just long enough to walk around the box and drink and eat from the troy in the corner. Do not yell, because nobody will hear you!. I will be back tomorrow and you think in the mean time how you can become a better mare”.

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Trafficked Love Ch. 19

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. —Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

Son Helps His Mother Cope

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

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Awkward Anne Chapter 3 (reupload)

Hey everyone! The past few weeks have been kind of insane and I just realized I had uploaded this story without tags or genres, my bad.
This chapter sees Anne and Kevin’s relationship taking the next step and I hope will lay some interesting groundwork for what’s to come. If you like the story or have any advice/constructive criticism pop a comment down below.
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Billy

This is a made up story that has not happened. Its about a boy i went to school with. Leave any kind of comments i dont really care.

Te Life Of James Anderson Pt:2

The Life Of James Anderson Pt:2
A second instalment of my new series. Hope it pleases people. Again this story is more storyline based than sex so if you are looking for sexual themes skip to the second half of the story. I advise reading part one first just o get the grip of the storyline. No Pedos!
A year and a bit went by in what seemed like no time, I was now a sophomore. I couldn’t wait until next week when I turned 16 and I could legally drive! I was always a motor nut but had never had the chance to actually be allowed to drive a vehicle. In the time that had passed, me and Caroline never spoke about our little night of passion, I assumed that it was out of pity and she felt that she had to do it as a way of making things even. I knew it was wrong but i did slightly hope that we would try it again but nope, there had been no prime opportunities to try it again….. yet.
In the past year I started working out with the Senior Jocks who approached me last year. I now had the figure of a true sportsman, I had converted my small amounts of fat into muscle. I did not look like a body builder with 0% body fat on them but I had a well-defined one. It was a fighters body. I had trained to fight with a senior who was a semi pro at mma so I could now easily defend myself. I spent at least two hours in the gym a day which lead to Jake starting to join me. He had no where near as good body as me but he was no longer a skinny nerd. We had lost our old reputation as being the two nerds to now being the two intelligent boys who liked to pump iron.
I have changed my hair from when I was a chubby freshman to a more stylish do. It used to be just a shaved head completely which did not compliment my chubby baby cheeks. Now i had medium length hair which was a mixture of dark brown and dark blonde which was always ruffled giving it a wild look. I had started to notice some girls checking me out occasionally as well as Jake.
I was sitting at lunch with Ryan and Elliot when Jake walked over without a tray of food and sat down with a smug little look on his face. We knew had something he wanted to tell us but being the fantastic friends that we are, we chose to just carry on our conversation about different cars. He looked like he was about to burst so I put him out of his misery and said in an almost sarcastic tone
“Go on then, what are you so happy about”
He took a huge sigh of relief and then said ecstatically, ” I, Jake Green, have a date on saturday night!”
We all just looked at him in disbelief.
“haha sure.. go on then whats HER name” Ell said with big emphasis on the her part which we all giggled at childishly.
“I’ll have you know it is Charlotte Roberts” he said proudly.
“No fucking way!” we all said. Charlotte Roberts wasn’t the hottest girls in the year but she sure was up there. She had a good runners body with a good C cup size breasts.
“Indeed” he said smuggly
“congratulations buddy, how did it happen?” Ryan asked with genuine interest in his voice.
“Well I was in the gym before on my own just doing some cardio in the cardio room on my own. It was empty in their so I had my headphones on full volume not expecting to see anyone, and when i was listening to don’t stop me now someone tapped me on the shoulder. I swear to god I nearly jumped out of my skin.” (Jake was paranoid about his music taste as it wasn’t “hip” he prefered more classical songs such as Queens) “Anyway I turned round and saw her, she looked so good in exercise leggings and a skin tight top. she laughed at my reaction so I didn’t really no what to do so i just said hi really awkwardly, we started to talk a bit as it was just us two in the cardio room and soon we were in full depth chat about how similar our taste in music was. She gave me her number and said text her anytime and went to walk out. I don’t know why but I just blurted out, wanna go out on friday night? she turned to me and said that she was busy and she was sorry, I felt so rejected and sad and she then said to me, how about saturday? I agreed and here I am telling you about it”
We were all shocked how easy he managed to get a date. For the rest of the day i was just rendered speechless at the thought of Jake with a woman, Although we weren’t seen as nerds anymore, I still thought we were and we never went out to socialize so this was a big step.
When the bell went I met Caroline outside the front entrance to the school and we started the twenty-minute walk home together. Caroline was 16 but didn’t fancy driving she said that it was too much effort. I explained the whole Jake story to her and she was not as shocked as I was
“You two are both hot guys now and don’t think im lying but girls notice this stuff”
“Your joking right?”
“Nope, we girls talk about all this shit all of the time, we have a big hot or not list for the year group”
“What am I?” I asked wondering if I wanted to know the answer
“Duh your on the hot list as of three months a go, you can thank me later for getting you bumped up” she said wish she followed with a cheeky wink
“So do you think I could get a girlfriend?”
“You want a girlfriend?!” she asked, she sounded like she was hurt in a way
“Ye, I’ve never had a girlfriend, I’ve only ever touched two boobs and they were yours I said embaressed”
“Oh ye almost forgot about that night” I could tell that she was lying by the tone of her voice.
The rest of the walk home was awkward and quite silent. We got in and parted ways I went to my room and she sat and did yoga in the living room. I went down to get a drink and boy i was glad I did. I saw Caroline in her Yoga outfit and no word of a lie I thought that I might jizz in my pants right there. Tight leggings and top. Her cute little bubble but was shown very obviously as she was in a doggy type position.
“OI, stop looking perv” she said in a flirtatious voice. From what Jake said today I realised that all I needed to do was be confident.
“the things I’d do to that ass” I realised what had just come out of my mouth and hoped she’d ignore it, but no she got up to me and walked over as if she was going to slap me full on in the face. But then to my surprise she gave me a small kiss on the mouth and turned away.
“Now you’ve kissed a girl.” she said in a monotone. I walked off smugly congratulating myself mentally.
“there you go, all you need to do is be more confident with women!” I got a text from my dad which just said that they wouldn’t be home until about one so just be responsible.
Later that night I got into our shower which was nice and spacious. Caroline kept banging on the door saying I was going to use up all the water so I eventually got up, stuck a towl around my waist and walked over to the door.
“Ugh fine here you go, wasn’t even finished” I exclaimed in a grumpy fashion as I walked down the hallway to my room
“You could always just join me just to finish up yano” she said with a stutter in her voice”
I was so excited that I turned around without speaking and just walked into the bathroom. We were both in the bathroom just standing there.
“Well aren’t yu going to get in then” she asked me. I was a little shy about my dick, I didn’t know if it was big or small. It was about 7 inches when i was hard which I happened to be now thinking about showering with her. I shyly pulled away my towel and stepped into the shower. The shower was a walk in one with glass sides.
“Your turn” I said shyly again. confidently she pulled off her top to reveal her perky boobs and then OH MY GOD she put her thumbs under her pantie waist line. I didn’t think she was going to actually do it when she pulled down her plain white panties revealing a completely shaven pussy. It was one of those pussies that had next to none lips. It was perfect. She walked in to the shower as if it was just a casual even and started to put body gel on.
“Stop staring and wash yourself perv” she said while winking. Her soapy body was irresistible to me. I Thought to myself that confidence is key so I went for broke. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss. She was shocked at first as my lips met hers and my tongue tried to explore. After a second of being surprised she reacted by opening her mouth slowly allowing me to slide my tongue in to hers and explore her mouth. As I had grown to almost 6 foot over the last year i had to bend over to kiss her which made my dick stick right up into her stomach. I kissed my way down her hot soapy body until I came to her nipples where I started to suck on them gently. I had read online how to do this properly and boy it paid off. She started to moan softly and start to grab my hair and just pull it ever so slightly. At this point my hands had a tight grip on her perfect ass. I started to rapidly flick her nipples with my tongue which sent her wild. She backed out of everything and then without any warning just fell on her knees.
I went to see if she was okay but she gave me an evil stare. I then clocked onto what she was doing. she gripped my dick with her hand and started to slowly wank me off. Shit it felt good. I closed my eyes and started to enjoy the sensation of having my stunning step sister yank on my cock. The feeling then went up a notch as my cock went warm and moist ,I looked down to see her mouth over my bellend. she looked at me with her big brown eyes and started to bob her head up and down. She got about halfway and came back up again.
“God your cock is huge” She said before devouring my shaft again. she cupped my balls with her hand at the same time which just made me even hornier. I put my hand on the back of her head and started to push it down a bit. She got what I was doing and went with it. SHe got about 3/4 of the way down and started to gag a bit. I let go but she didn’t come up. Instead she continued all the way down. I felt her muscles relax in her throat as it went in. she started to rapidly bob up and down all the way.
“babae. babe, im gunna cum, very soon.” I said trying to back out and finish on the floor but she stopped me and just looked dead into my eyes. I started to cum in her pretty little mouth sending rope after rope of my spunk right to the back of her throat. My dick fell out as it started to go a bit limp as I watched her swallow my sperm. She opened her mouth to show me she was all done.
“Christ that was good, you are the best”
“So you liked that then, should do it more often”
“Ye we should, your turn” I said as I moved my hand down to her cute little slit. As I started to rub her clit the water suddenly went freezing cold. She yelped as we quickly got out the shower.
“Come to my room later on and you can finish your job then” She winked at me and walked out.
I wash speechless. My first ever BJ and oh god it was nice. I went back to my room and just sat in my underwear playing on my Playstation. The clock struck eleven and I went to her room to finish her off. I was saddened when I opened the door to find her asleep in her bed.
I was also wrecked so I went and got into bed and instantly fell asleep.
Next day was friday and it started like every other day. We got up had cereal and left for school. On the way to school we didn’t talk but we did randomly start to hold hands for most of the journey taking turns to tighten our grip on the others as we walked.
We let go as we came close to school and said our goodbyes as we went off too different classes. My whole day was filled with awkward boners which i got because I thought too much about the passed night. I knew I couldn’t tell anyone but I just wanted to sooo badly. I must have had a testosterone boost from last night as I found myself lifting more at the gym, easily powering through my daily workout.
The day couldn’t have gone slower! I knew we had the house to ourselves again tonight as our parents were going to some sort of charity dance.
We met outside the front entrance as normal and started to walk home.
“Lets take a de-tour” Caroline said cheerfully as we walked a different way home. I didn’t know this way so she led the way. She walked me up a hill which overlooked the town. It was a small town with little amount of shops and few houses. It was a very private spot which I’d never noticed before. She sat down on the hill-top and I followed suit.
We held hands for a while and started to have a really deep conversation about hopes and dreams. The conversation turned towards boyfriends/girlfriends. It was to my surprise when Caroline said
“All I want is a boy exactly the same as you! I wish you weren’t my step brother. You put up with my bitchiness and defended me even though I was vile to you, you are the nicest guy I know” she said as she put her head on my shoulder, “Plus your cock is massive”. We shared a laugh. Our mouthes soon met through this laugh and we started a heavy make out session. soon her hands were exploring my pants.
“nope, not today, todays about you” I said as i put my hand inside her thigh which she responded to by opening her legs. I reached under her short cheer skirt and started rubbing her pussy over her white panties. I felt them get very wet very quickly. She started to moan into my shoulder and gyrate her hips a little bit.
“STOP FUCKING TEASING ME” she said angrily, so i decided enough was enough and moved them aside. I plunger one finger carefully into her opening. It was so wet my finger slid right in. I moved in and out over and over and decided it was time for two fingers. This was much harder. She was soo tight.
“Oh god” she moaned as I wiggled them about. Her breathing was very heavy now. I started to pull upwards trying to find her G-spot. I didn’t know how I’d know when I found it until I did.
“HOLY SHIT” she shouted. I kept pushing that area over and over. She was purely moaning now and her pussy was getting even wetter. It was making slapping noises she was so wet.
“IM CUMMING IM CUMMING” Her legs closed around my arm like a vice. Her pussy clenched my fingers as i pulled them out, as soon as they did come out she squirted her juices about two feet. She fell back and rested for a minute until she regained her composure
“Ye, I can squirt” She giggled as I was still so turned on. We sat there for a good hour before starting to head home.

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Harry Potter Love You Part 4

Part four: Revenge!
“Ginny?” Hermione called. “Ginny, are you there?”
Ginny Weasley had been relaxing on her precious day off. The season was officially over, bar a dozen or so exhibition games and such, but the last match between Holyhead and Wimbourne had been positively brutal. Every foul that either team could get away with and a lot that they couldn’t, had been tried, and Ginny had been hit by at least three bludgers, and a thrown beater’s bat. Fortunately, her injuries were nothing the med-witch couldn’t fix up quickly. At the end of a four hour battle, Ginny had managed to nab the snitch less than a second before Montrose could, and the victory blow-out had lasted until late the next morning. Ginny was almost certain that that had been two days before, and was now nursing the lingering remnants of a well-earned hangover. Only for her very best girlfriend, would she even consider leaving her couch. Fortunately, she didn’t have to. She turned to her fireplace and greeted her long-time friend.
“Hello, Hermione!” She chirped. “It’s been too long!”
“Ginny, it was three days ago. May I come through?”
“Of course!” Ginny automatically cast the spell to open the floo and allow Hermione to come in.
Hermione whirled to a stop, wobbling a bit. She clutched her head, and groaned: “God, I hate the floo!”
Ginny chuckled as she stood to embrace her friend.
Collecting herself, she handed Ginny a flat white box, about ten inches on a side, from a Greek restaurant they both liked to frequent. “Congratulations on the win, Ginny. I heard about it on the WWN. I understand there was a near-riot after your catch!” Ginny smile happily in recollection, and accepted the offering.
As she opened the pasteboard lid and recognized the contents Ginny squealed loudly: “Oooh! Baklava! And from Cisneros’s, too!”
Hermione smiled warmly, as she knew Ginny loved the Greek pastry. Truth be told, she did as well.
Ginny quaffed a pepper-up potion, grimaced at the taste, and set about making coffee for them both. Hermione sat at the table, opened the box and doled out two pieces each.
When Ginny had finished making the coffee, they sat at the table, sipping and nibbling the sticky, nutty sweet. The pepper-up, had cleared her head, and eased the headache some.
“What’s on your mind, Herms?” She ventured, after a bit of inconsequential’s. “You don’t usually arrive bearing Baklava unless there’s a reason.”
“There is a reason, Ginny. I’ve left Ron. For good, this time. I’m going to be living with Harry.”
“Hermione, I know you love him, I do too, but you’d best forget about Harry.” Ginny cautioned her friend. She loved Harry and wanted him, but Ron told her, she didn‘t have a chance, “Yes, he’s a wonderful man, none better, but I was certain you knew… Harry seeks for the other team!”
“Ginny, Harry’s not gay. Ron just told us that to keep us from getting too close to him. In my case it was so he could have me to himself. In yours, well…officially, it was to ‘protect’ you…” Hermione made ‘quote’ marks in the air with her fingers. “…from the unwanted advances of the sexual predators that we like to call, men.” She sighed. “Now, however, I know it was to keep you from getting too close to Harry. If the two of you got serious, he knew I’d see through his little scheme.”
“Hunh?”
“Don’t grunt, Ginny. It’s unseemly.” The brunette chided gently. “Ginny, if Harry was dating you, would he be seen as gay?
“Mmmmm. No.”
“Correct. If I knew Harry was making love with you, then I’d know Ron lied about him being gay. You see?”
“Well, yeah, but I don’t understand. How did you find out Harry’s not gay? Did you sleep with him?”
Ginny’s eyes widened in shock and she leaned forward. Hermione’s eyes gave it away.
“You DID! Didn’t you?” She accused in wonderment.
“Well, I can’t say we did much sleeping…at least not for most of the time.” Hermione deadpanned, then blushed brightly. “And yes it was fantastic, the best. But that’s not how I found out.”
Ginny immediately wanted to know all the wonderfully juicy details of the great ‘Harry/Hermione all-night shag-fest’, but her best friend told her that that was for later. For the time being, Hermione explained to her friend, Ron’s duplicitous actions. By the time she’d related Winky’s description of her brother’s multiple partners, Ginny’s headache had returned full force, and she was ready to disembowel him with a pickle fork. While Hermione would have been happy to help her, she had a much better idea in mind.
Following her Hogwarts years, Hermione had ‘assisted’ Fred and George in several of their more advanced prank ideas. That assistance had earned her their undying gratitude and several patents which had guaranteed her a nice, tidy income for the remainder of her life, that Ron didn‘t know about, she never told him. Why hadn‘t she mmm, well they weren‘t married. And a small nest-egg is all ways a good ideal. Now, she reckoned her association with the terrible twins, would come in more than handy.
“Gin, I think we need to call in the experts.” At Ginny’s puzzled look, she drew a large ‘W’ and a smaller ‘3’ in the air. Ginny’s eyes popped. Then she literally fell off her chair, from a screaming fit of the giggles.
When she had finally calmed a bit, she hauled herself back into her chair, and demanded: “OK, Talk! You’ve shagged the green-eyed god! Now…” She stopped as the brunette shook her head and said: “Not just yet, Gin. Right now, we need to work out what to do about Ron.”
Ginny shivered. She was very grateful Hermione was not looking at her like that. She’d seen Lucius Malfoy with kinder eyes.
She thought about Hermione’s words, then, saying: “Be right back!”, left the kitchen. Hermione watched her friend rush away, then stood and followed.
Standing in the doorway leading to the lounge, she saw Ginny throw a pinch of floo powder into the fire and call out “Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes!” Seconds later, the head of one of the twins, Hermione really wasn’t certain which, floated in the flames.
“Hey Ginny. What’s up?” He greeted his little sister.
“Hermione and I need to talk to you both.” Ginny spoke to the floating head of twin number one. “It’s really important. Can you come by after you close up the shop?”
“Sure thing, Ginnybird! It’s hen’s night anyway. We’ll be there in about an hour or maybe less. Have something ready to eat, willya?”
“Naturally!” Ginny smirked. The head vanished. Ginny turned to Hermione.
“We’ll need something to eat. Any suggestions?”
Like Harry, Hermione loved to cook. She wasn’t quite as accomplished as he was, but then, she hadn’t had his years of experience as a human house-elf behind her.
“Do the twins like what they eat, or do they just eat.”
“Ron is the only one who just eats. The rest of us like to enjoy our food.”
“OK, lets see…hmmm. Do you have any fish? That’s easy and quick.”
“I just got some yellowtail in today. It’s in the freezer. That, and some Mako flank steaks.”
Hermione thought for a moment, then made her decision.
“Alright. I like the tuna, but I’m feeling in a predatory mood today. Let’s do the shark. Can you do a pilaf?”
“Of course.” Ginny replied, almost annoyed that Hermione would ask.
“OK, then. Let’s get to it!”
The girls turned to, and in a short while had prepared broiled Mako shark in lemon-garlic butter, stuffed with a fine pilaf of millet, barley, wheat and rice, which was spiced with herbs and a pinch of curry. An assortment of lightly steamed vegetables, fresh black bread and butterbeer accompanied the meal, with coffee and baklava to follow.
During the preparations, Ginny had the opportunity to interrogate her friend
“Alright, I’ve waited long enough! Spill!” She demanded once more. “How was he?”
” Ginny! He was bloody fantastic!” Hermione sighed in recall. “He’s a sweet, gentle, caring and completely wonderful lover!” She went on to describe in some detail, Harry’s sexual prowess. Ginny was positively drooling by the time she finished, her knickers were soaked..
“Will you share?” The redhead asked, hopeful.
Before she’d been introduced to the wizarding world, Hermione would have rejected the suggestion, outright. Since then, however, she had done extensive research on wizarding customs, and while certainly not the norm, marriage bonds consisting of more than two, were not uncommon, as evidenced by Fred and George’s relationship with Angelina and Alicia. Dean, Angela and Ramona, for another. She and Ginny had ‘explored’ each other rather thoroughly, during their years at Hogwarts, and so, she was really not adverse to her friend’s request.
“Well, since you’re my best friend, and one of his, I’ll consider it. But, you have to understand this, Ginny; Harry might not be willing. He’s had a terribly hard life, and he may have been brought up in the monogamy fashion, as is the custom with most muggles…if he’s been trained at all, that is. Those wretched Dursleys have done him a hideous amount of damage. It’ll be a wonder if he can be made whole at all! And Dumbledore didn‘t help.”
Ginny wiped a tear from her eye a she thought about the boy who had been abused, in one form or other, by almost everybody, including herself a little. Hermione spoke again.
“Ginny, Harry asked me to marry him.” Her quiet words shocked Ginny to silence. She held out her left hand.
“Oh, Goddess! Hermione! It’s gorgeous! Ginny burst out; goggling at the engagement ring Hermione wore.
“I am so jealous! Does mum know?” She asked, excitedly.
“She knows about Ron. I haven’t told anyone about this. You’re the first.”
The redhead squealed softly and hugged her best friend, tightly. She’d always known Harry loved Hermione, even during their own short-lived relationship in her fifth year at Hogwarts, she had hoped Harry would come to love her, but when Ron told her Harry was gay, she decided to be just his friend. Now, she was all grins, for her best friend and was rather pissed off at Ron, he lied to her about Harry, she might have made him hers. ‘Damn that git brother of hers‘.
“You realize mum is going to want to coordinate the wedding, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but she’ll have to go toe to toe with my mum…unless we can somehow con them into working together… Hmmm.” Hermione was drifting, but suddenly shook her head rapidly as if to rid her mind of unwanted thoughts. “No…no, that’s for later.” The timer chimed as the fish was done broiling. Hermione turned the heat off, and together they chatted of inconsequential’s, as they waited.
Seven minutes later, Fred’s head appeared in the fire, hollering for Ginny. When she leaned down before the hearth, he asked if it was OK to come through. Ginny smiled and nodded in welcome, then moved aside.
He and his twin whirled to a stop, seconds apart. Hermione cast a cleaning charm on them both and then wrapped each in a warm and welcoming hug.
Together, they sat to table, and began to discuss Hermione’s revelations while eating the meal the girls had prepared.
George spoke when Hermione had finished. “Once again, our dear brother Ronald has managed to disgrace the entire Weasley clan!”
“Absolutely disgusting!” Fred added. Then they went into their patented twin- speech.
“That Ron would do…”
“Something so degrading…”
“As having so many girls…”
“Without their knowing!”
“Wait a moment. Isn’t that rather hypocritical of you?” Hermione asked; a bit surprised at their disapproval, given their own living arrangements. “I mean, you two are living with Alicia and Angelina, Aren’t you? Didn’t you once tell me that you trade off, on occasion?”
“And Katy, Helen and Lee, too.” Answered George. Fred threw in: “And sometimes, yes. We do.”
“But they all know about each other.” George added.
“We may be pranksters…”
“But there are limits.”
“We would never…”
“Intentionally…”
“Hurt anyone…”
“At least anyone who doesn’t deserve it.” They chimed.
“I really wish you’d tell me how you do that!” She mock-pouted.
“Sorry, luv. Trade secret.” Fred began.
“If we told you…” George continued the thought without pause.
“We’d have to kill you!” They chimed again, both grinning evilly.
“Seriously, Hermione.” George really was serious, for one of the few times she’d known him. “We love the pranks, we live for them actually, but to hurt someone…no, no, to…to betray someone, your best friend, at that, just to stroke your own miserable ego…I’m sorry, luv, but that is just totally wrong!”
“Don’t apologize, George. I totally agree.” She returned, tightly.
Fred took over. “We think it’s time someone knocked the starch, not to mention the stuffing, out of our little brother.”
“I can count on your help, then?”
“Absolutely.” They spoke in unison. Then George leaned forward, resting on an elbow and added in a conspiratorial voice: “So, what’ve you got in mind?”
“Well, I thought I’d teach him a ‘little lesson’ about using people the way he has. I’ve asked Harry to stay clear of this unless absolutely necessary, because as angry at Ron as he is, his getting openly involved in this, would most likely do even more damage to his reputation. Ron would soak that up, and play the wounded party perfectly. He’s good at that, and the fish-wrappers are just itching to find something else to use against him. His buying the Prophet stock helped some, but dear Rita simply hired on with that gossip rag, um, the…well whatever it’s called.” Hermione flicked her hand in dismissal. “They’ll print anything! As it is. I’ve discovered the identities of each of his other ladies. I want you to help me have a little bird put a bug in their ears. As for me, Ron has hurt me, terribly. He hurt me, and he hurt Harry…”
She closed her eyes and sighed heavily. “…and he used me to hurt my best friend.” Then in a sort of whispered sob “he hurt Harry, my sweet Harry” as her eyes teared up.
And then again almost to low to be heard, she turned to Ginny and grabbed her, and wept onto her shoulder “all those years…Harry”
It all caved in on her, the hurt, not her, Harry‘s …
She remembered ‘seeing the light in Harry eyes died without realizing why’ she murmured “oh Harry”…
She could now see the underlining sadness of all their get togethers, “oh”… she moaned
Of Winky’s ‘Master Harry Potter does not has a lady-friend. Master is all alone.’ She cried.
‘Winky wishes master did have a special friend, for then, master would not be so very, very lonesome..
Sad inside’
She whimpered “ lone.. sad”…
then Molly’s words ‘I’ve never known Harry to be particularly gay. In fact, he’s usually quite the opposite‘. “not gay, hurt.. Hurting.. oh Harr…“ She cried
A few minutes later as she groaned “all these years….Harry we.. we.. I I.. I hurt you.. hur…” She shaking and soaking Ginny blouse with her tears
Then somewhere as in a daze she barely heard Ginny “Hermione it wasn’t you, it was Ron, it was Ron who did this”
She muttered “Ron”
After who knows how many minutes and tears, and Ginny holding her tighter, “I didn’t see”
sobbing “I should have… should ha…”
another sob, Shakily she softy cried “I kept hur…”
a mournful cry “all these years hurting him”. She cried uncontrollable, she could now see the hurt in Harry’s eyes that she never acknowledged. “I kept hurting him…”
Ginny hugged her tighter repeating again and again, “it wasn’t you who hurt Harry, it was my plat brother“, after more minutes and tears, she calmed down slightly, still sobbing.
Slowly she realized Ron used her, used her to hurt Harry… That smirk ‘I just get something Harry wants’ chant of his “I get something Harry wants” in a bare whisper
Then she mumbled so low only Ginny could hear “ He used me… shagged me to hurt Haarr…to hurt Harr….y “ and the tears flooded again..”I should hav…seen….
Ginny said quietly “it’s ok now Herms, it’s ok, you’re with Harry now” as she hugged her friend.
“I hurt him Gin I hurt him..” she bawled.
Sobbing “I saw the hurt and didn’t see… I should have seen… shou“…
More minutes of crying racked Hermione body, finally Ginny got thru Hermione’s tears. “It was my brother lies, not you Hermione it was Ron….. you know Harry loves you, and you love him. You’re together now, you‘re going to marry him, He ask you to Marry Him!”
“Love him…marry… have his children… Love him always” Hermione said softly, looking at Ginny’s face, then she kissed her friend and sat back up, wiping her face “Thank You, Gin I I don‘t know…“.
”You needed to get it out Hermione, so you can heal, it‘s over, you got Harry now”
Some minutes later, Her voice grew more forceful. Rage with tears still in her eyes.
“I want him to pay! I want him to know precisely how it feels, to be hurt like this.” She gritted between clenched teeth. “And I want it to be something really humiliating! For hurting me, using me!”
Ginny, Fred and George looked at their friend, one moment a bawling blubbing wreck, the next The Avenging Angel. They all knew Ron was in rough road ahead, if Hermione doesn’t kill him.
“To to hurt, he hurt Harry, My sweet Harry, the years of pain he caused Harry, to pay for the lies to me, to Harry, He got to pay!!!“.
Fred leaned back, thought for a minute, then turned to George, and said: “Tonks?”
Nodding with a nasty grin George agreed. “Tonks!”
“What about Tonks?” Hermione asked, calm, well somewhat and getting better by the minute, drying the tears from her eyes, puzzled that the clumsy, but flamboyant Auror would even be mentioned.
“Hermione, our beautiful and brilliant, sometimes co-conspirator, most people don’t look past our sign. They see us as simple purveyors of jokes and pranks. Not many know that that W-3 has diversified. We have our fingers in quite a number of pies.” George replied.
“Tonks is one of our favorite partners.” Fred added. “During the last part of the war, she told us what the Auror Corps really needed, helped us arrange funding, and provided the market for our ‘special line’. She can’t officially help, of course, being as she’s the chief of her department, now, and the ministry, namely dad, would likely take a dim view of Senior Aurors aiding and abetting a prank of this type, especially considering the prank-ee is one of the ‘heroes of the wizarding world’…but, maybe she could help behind the scenes.”
“How do you mean?”
“Hermione, do you really think we managed to explore all of Hogwarts castle by ourselves?”
“Well, you did have the map…” She replied uncertainly. To be honest, Hermione still wasn’t certain how the twins had managed to get into so many places at Hogwarts. The wards in the castle should have prevented it, but somehow, they had always managed.
“We didn’t nick the map until the middle of our first year. Matter of fact, it was Tonks who suggested we ‘find a way’ into Filch’s office. She told us that there was a whole treasure trove…a filing drawer filled with confiscated items, that might prove to be ‘useful’ to our chosen careers. It turns out she did something of the sort in her second year. Until we came along, in her fourth, she was the undisputed prank-master of Hogwarts. She told us that the second she saw us, she knew we’d be able to take up the mantle when she left.”
Hermione grinned widely. She had the feeling that she was going to love this! George grinned wickedly and went to the floo, to call her.
Tonks had arrived soon, having just finished her paperwork. She groused that it was much more fun to do the fieldwork. Remus, who had just gotten off his job at the Magical Beings Liaison Office, accompanied her. Seeing Hermione, they fell on her, scolding her for not keeping in touch, then wrapped her in a warm double-embrace.
As Hermione was explaining the situation again, without breaking down. Bill, Fleur and Charlie flooed, asking permission to come over. They were greeted by one and all with hugs and kisses. Fleur was showing her third pregnancy quite well. As the girls gathered around to fuss over her, Bill, standing at her elbow, spoke quietly.
“Mum told us there’s a problem with our dear prat of a brother. Can we help?”
Hermione smiled at the support.
Soon enough, the maternal instinct was temporarily sated and those gathered returned to the topic of a wayward redhead.
Hermione launched into her explanation once more.
To say that Fleur was incensed would be like describing the sinking of Atlantis as an erosion problem. She took on a distinctly avian aspect. Her eyes blazed a bright yellow and her features sharpened into something hawk like. Her hands began to curve into talons and she fairly glowed with power. Bill hurriedly stood and tried to calm her. Unfortunately, Fleur wasn’t having any at all. She pushed him aside and growled: “Mon De’esse! Que pensait-il? Il devrait’ etre fouette! Oooh! Il merite’ d’etre Chatre’!” Hermione winced and Bill paled, as apparently they were the only ones besides Fleur who spoke French. Fleur slipped back into English, her accent made heavy by anger. “‘E should be…’E should be shopped into tiny little bits and srown into ze fire!”
Everybody, even Hermione, grimaced at that rather nasty idea, at first. Then Hermione slightly grinned for a moment, and added “That would be to quick, he needs to suffer”. Oh the look in her eye.
Bill finally managed to gently drag his wife into the other room, where he held her warmly and nuzzled her neck, until she began to calm.
Hermione barely heard Charlie’s muttered comment: “Braver man than I am, Gunga Din!”
Tonks stood and pulled Remus into next room. They could all see the two having an animated but silent conversation. Finally, Tonks grinned madly, hugged Remus tightly and kissed his cheek, then led him back to the table.
“Well, Hermione…” Tonks began. “This is what I’d recommend.” She whispered the idea into Hermione’s ear. As she listened, Hermione’s eyes widened, first in shock, then in glee.
“YES! Yes! Yes!” She squealed, dancing around like a four year old and pumping her fist in the air. Placing one hand on her stomach, she began to flex her hips and shoulders in a manner that got the instant attention of every male present, and sang: “It’s perfect! It’s perfect! Oooohhh, Baybeee it’s perfect!”
Fred, George, Ginny, Bill, Fleur and Charlie all stared at her as if she’d gone completely bonkers.
Braving the lunatic, Charlie asked: “Erm…Hermione? What’s perfect?”
Hermione looked at Tonks for permission. Receiving a nod, she explained.
Her audience erupted in howls of laughter.
Later after all was said and done, plan made, suddenly Hermione thought of Harry’s pain again, however this time she didn’t break down, she dwelled on Ron telling Her and Ginny, Harry was gay. Just to… And a idea hit her, add ‘Just a little twist’ for Harry‘s pain. And she laugh out loud, everyone turning to her “What?”
She said still laughing “sorry just thought of something”
Needless to say they were worried about her, but she assured them she was ok as she still laughed, almost crying.
It was getting late and the little get together started breaking up, every one began headed out, Ginny being worried, she had see her friend go from normal, to happy, to pissed off, to a bubbling ball of shame and pain, to an Avenging Angel, to a dancing ninny, then a scheming female, to a laughing hyena, What’s next? So she asked if Hermione wanted to spend the night.
Without a moment hesitation, she said “no I’m going Home, nice thought though thank you Ginny…“.
She started to hug Ginny bye, but stopped, sort of whispered “Home” smiled, as one the warmest of glow she ever had, wrapped her whole being, ‘Home, Harry and her Home‘, and just stood there basking in the feeling.
Ginny had never seen a happier look on her friends face. She was somewhere far away, so heavenly, after a minute or two she asked “Hermione, what… you ok?“
She only answered, “Home… Home to Harry”, kissed Ginny bye and rushed Home to her Love.
Ginny stood for a moment ”what the hell was that about?”
As Ginny readied for bed, she cried a little, oh she was happy for her friend, but she had dreamed of Harry for so long. Her git brother convinced her not to waste her time, but sometime she had thought about going after him anyway, especially when she had ‘The Dream‘. She hadn’t had that one for near six months nor any of her Harry dreams a fortnight or so, but she knew she would tonight.
Harry wasn’t sure what had happen to Hermione at Ginny‘s, but that night he knew he was happiest and the luckiest man in the world.
She came in, gave him the most Loving soulful retching Kiss ever, it left him gasping for air, she stripped, ripped his clothes off, sucked him dry, then rode him until she collapsed, then asked him to roll them over and make love to her, which He did. slow wonderful love, all the while she moaned his name and her love for him, he finished inside her, she rolled him over and did it all over again.
In the aftermath, as his beloved laid in his arms. “I love you Hermione Jean Granger, I always have and will” He whispered.
“I Love you Harry James Potter with all my being“ she purred before sleep overtook her.
Both Hermione and Harry were sore the next morning, But that didn’t stop them, after a couple of soothing spells, a long hot shower, they made love again, Twice, then breakfast although it could have been lunch They were enjoying each other again, several times.
Hermione worn out and sleeping peacefully, Harry slipped out of bed for a nature call, a soothing spell and a pep-up potion, just sat and watched his love sleep, finally called “Winky”
“Yes master Harry Potter sir” as she appeared.
“Winky, Hermione needs to sleep”
“Oh yes the Master worn out his Misses, he has, Winky so happy master has his misses now”
“Huh, thank you, I need to go out for a few minutes, I shouldn’t be long, but if Hermione wakes, tell her I love her and will be right back”
“Of course master Harry Potter sir, Winky will take good care of master misses”
“Thanks Winky” and he dressed and head to Ginny’s
“Ginny” his head pop out the floo.
“Oh hi Harry, just a second” the waved “Come on thru”
“Thanks” as he stepped thru and Ginny caught him “I hate those things”
They hugged and Ginny ask “What can I do for you.. Stud”
“Huh, oh Hermione oh…” and he turned almost the color of her hair.
She giggled.
“You know about Ron and all of course” Ginny nodded
“I’m not going to interfere in whatever Hermione planning”… he looked perplexed.
“I was wanting… huh.. what.. “ he studdered
“She.. oh hell what I really want to know is what happen last night, Hermione came home grinning like the Cat who got a crate full of canaries, buckets of cream and a thousand mice. Gave me the most fantastic kiss, ripped our clothes off and we made love for six hours or was it seven… She passed out on our bed, I held her for awhile. Then I slept the best I even had, woke up for natures call, had a shower, took a pep-up and a soothing potion, watched Hermione sleep for an hour or so and decided I’d ask you what happen last night…. So what happen?”
Ginny just looked at him, gobsmacked
“Ginny.. Ginny … happen last night”
“oh my goddess six/seven hours, then held her…. watched her sleep.. Damn, I’m so jealous..” Her eyes kind of glazed over.
“Ginny”
“Yes Harry”
“What happen last night”
“Huh seven hours… “
“Ginny”
“Ginny huh Hermione”
“Huh… oh yeah,” Ginny slowly began rambling, ” Hermione came in.. in with a Baklava… from Cisneros’s… we talk and nibbled.. she show me her ring, gorgeous ring, we talked, she kept trying to talk about my prat brother, I wanted to talk about you and her se… huh get together… seven hours, Merlin … we called Fred and George over… Made supper, they showed up we talked about the prat, Hermione broke down and cried for about an hour, about Ron’s hurting you and her, the hurt and everything caved in on her, She loves you, you know more than anything, she started blaming herself for all those years of pain you had, the hurting”
“I..”
“I know and she knows, the whole thing finally just over ran her, good thing to, think its out of her system… I finally got thru to her it was Ron’s fault not hers, then she got angry, I mean angry, if Ron had walked in right then she would have ripped to tiny little pieces with her bare hands. She told us she needed to pay him back of all the hurt. Fred and George decided it be best to call Tonks”
“Tonks?”
“Yea seems as good or better than the twins at pranks, She and Remus show up after she got off work. Hermione started telling what happen, Bill, Fleur and Charlie showed up so, talked about the baby, Hermione started over, with out breaking down, every one was piss. Fleur started changing, talking French, that’s one scary lady.. Bill calmed down Fleur. Tonks and Remus talked, told Hermione, She jumped up and down dancing like a kid in a free candy store. Then told us, we worked on it and fixed any faults. We sat for awhile and talked, then everyone went home. Home… that’s it” Ginny snapped her fingers as what happen dawn on her.
“Home, what’s it”
“Oh, yeah home, I asked Hermione if she wanted to spend the night and she said no she was going Home. I tell you got her for life Harry and if you hurt her I’ll rip your balls off and stuff them in your mouth.”
“What did I do?”
“Oh I’m sorry… were was I oh she said she was going Home. I never seen anyone so instantly chuffed, Harry she glowed I mean glowed, simply because she was going Home, to your and her Home, not house Home. Her Home with you. Just like the hurt that fell in on her earlier, but opposite, she realized she was going Home to you. You understand right”
“Oh… Yes I see now, that explains a lot Thank you, I should get home… Home yeah I understand… Home to her Thanks Ginny Bye” then Harry kissed her and headed to the floo.
“ seven hours, Goddess” ‘damn that git brother of mine‘.
‘seven hours, damn my knickers are soaking’
Hermione’s revenge was a masterwork of spell-craft
Within a month, preparations were complete and the spell were cast..
Hermione walked into the room filled with nervous women, Seventeen nervous women. None of them knew what was going on. Only that they had been brought here to this conference room in the London Marriott. All eyes turned to her as she entered.
“Hello, ladies. Welcome to London. My name is Hermione Granger.” Hermione addressed the gathered women.
It had been a hideous lot of work, coordinating this. Molly had agreed to keep Ron at the Burrow for the day, busy doing chores that ‘just had to be done, and no one around to do them’. The conspirators had gotten together, located all Ron’s girls and asked them to attend this meeting. They had told each of the women that there was a vital meeting with Ron’s solicitor necessary to be included in any bequests. A few girls refused to have any part of it, saying they didn’t want any of Ron’s money. Those girls had been persuaded to come ‘willingly’ with some cooperation charms that weren’t exactly the lightest of magicks. Harry’s money smoothed over the travel arrangements, and he had personally gone to some employers to ‘arrange’ for short holidays for those girls that needed help.
The room quieted and Hermione began to speak.
“Officially, until just recently, I was Ronald Weasley’s only girlfriend!” This brought a moment of silence as each girl there, digested this tidbit. Then the shit truly hit the fan! Only judiciously applied silencing charms kept the hotel staff unaware of the near-riot taking place in the in the seventh floor conference room.
Ron Weasley had been having a bad couple of months. First Hermione had gone and run off with that pouf, Potter, his so called best friend. Then, just a week later, Harry had the nerve to ask him, in front of his whole family, no less, to be his bloody best man! He was going to marry the slag.
What could he do? The whole bunch of them would likely roast him over an open pit if he’d even considered refusing, so he’d smiled and agreed.
Well at least he had her first, he smiled to himself, Harry getting my leftovers. Hope he like loose pussy. He’ll know I broke her in good their wedding night. Hell she’ll most likely be back within a month or so after the wedding, begging for “the Ron-meister” to shag her…worthless mudblood… Maybe I will maybe not…. Of course we’ll have to keep it a secret, so Hermione, the whore, can stay married to Harry’s money… so she can send me some… guess maybe I will shag the whore and take Harry‘s money… later I’ll bring in another bird and have that skank Hermione eat my leavings out of the bird’s fresh shagged pussy as I stick it to her whore arse, the slut… I’ll make her my sex toy… even give her to my teammates for a bang… Now wouldn’t that be bloody brilliant Harry’s love being shagged by the whole team.. of course I’ll take photos, so I can send them to Harry and that rag press when I‘m done with her… no I won‘t send them to Harry I‘ll hand them personally, that way I can see the look on his face, when he see his precious Hermione’s spunk covered body with a dick in her mouth, pussy, ass and each hand at the same time, loving it, with more blokes waiting their turn and… yea a current Daily Prophet showing the date… She’ll be out on her arse so fast and Harry will be begging to be my best friend again… Fuck him, hell maybe I‘ll play him to. Brilliant!!
Just a week ago, just over two months after Hermione left him, he’d stood by and watched his old ‘friend’ marry his girl, his ex-girl, the whore, ‘she just wants Harry‘s money‘, he said to himself.
To make matters worse, after the guests had gone, Ginny had walked up to him and slapped him hard enough to knock him on his arse. None of his family would even talk to him. “What did I do?”
The twins had apparently declared a prank war on him. He’d wake up cemented to his bed, or the water would turn him orange, or suddenly he’d have two left hands…that sort of rubbish!
The morning after the wedding, he got a howler from his mum…at the clubhouse! The whole team had had a good laugh at that! Somehow, she’d found out about his harem. And now, to make things worse, all of his girls are suddenly ‘unavailable’. They wouldn’t even return his calls, floo or phone…not that it would do him any good. For the past month, or so, he’d been having a ‘little problem’.
Today, almost three months after Hermione left him, was the worst of the lot. He angrily clutched the crumpled sheet of yellow parchment in his fist. He’d been sidelined! Coach McGrath had explained very carefully that his performance had dropped below standards, and he was being relegated to the reserve. Ron had almost quit over that. Only the idea of returning to his family, as a complete failure, stayed his quill…plus the fact that he’d have to return his signing bonus, most of which, he’d already spent.
He walked into the clubhouse to find the rest of the team at the bar. Quidditch hags abounded, even for the Cannons, and tonight was no different, although the girls were a bit scarce. Those who were there, were already attached. ‘Ah well.’ He thought.
A guy at the bar handed him a shot of Old Ogden’s and a mug of stout, then walked away, swiping a flannel here and there. Ron turned to the bar tossed back the shot, and took a healthy swig of his beer.
The helpful man at the bar walked into the hallway leading to the loo’s, and out the door. He smiled nastily, and quietly disapparated.
Seeker, Steven Katzmann joined him at the bar. “Oy Ron! What happened? I heard you’ve been sent to the reserve!”
“I have no bloody idea, Steve. I must have hacked off the wrong god, or something. My life has been shit lately! I can’t believe they sent me to the bench!”
He took a long draw at his ale, then continued. “I may have missed a couple, lately, but there aren’t many who can compete with me. My saves are in the thousands! Hell, I’m one of the top three keepers in the league!”
“Ron, I don’t know if I’m the one to say this, but you know I can’t turn down an opportunity to rain on your parade.”
“Yeah. I noticed that about you, mate. What do you think?”
“Personally, I think…Hermione. You got caught, didn’t you?”
Ron sighed. “Yeah. A couple months ag….” His eyes grew round.
Steve grinned. He so loved to be the one to deliver bad news to Ron. Of course, the two of them took it in turns. They had a ‘friendly rivalry’ going to see who could bring the other the most bad news. Seeing as how they were both quite often in trouble, the competition had grown rather fierce. Steve even understood that the rest of the team was betting on their final tally each year. This year, he was going to win. Ron wasn’t a bad sort, but hey, sports is sports, hunh?
“Mebbee she put a bug in ol’ lady Phillips ear. You know she don’t take well to people cheating on their wives and such. She’s still hacked off at her ol’ man, for that, and that was way back in fourty-two!”
Ron spoke again. “Nahh. Hermione isn’t the type to do this. She may hex me, or maybe even hit me, but she’s not the type to go for this kind of revenge. I’ve been getting shit from all sides, for a while now.”
And Ron being Ron said “Just as well I was going to dump her anyway, lately she had become too possessive, and she’s not that mint of a fuck to be so demanding”.
“Who’s she with now?”
“Harry. But he’s not the type either. This feels like something planned. Not some one-time thing. He’s impulsive, not calculating. He hit me pretty hard, busted my nose, in fact, but after that…well, he always was rather protective of her.”
‘Harry?’ Steve thought he knew all Ron’s friends. This ‘Harry’ was a new one on him. “Harry, who?”
“Potter.”
“You know Harry Potter, The Harry Potter?” Steve was stunned. He’d heard some rumors about Ron, but he never really gave them much credence.
“Of course, I know Harry Potter! We were best mates in school! Me, Harry and Hermione. They used to call us ‘the golden trio’. We fought together when Harry destroyed Voldemort. Hell, I even got the Order of Merlyn, out of it! Hermione did too!”
Steve was stunned. He’d never met anyone who’d been awarded the coveted Order of Merlyn before, and now he found he’d been on the same team as someone who had, for the past three years! On top of that, his teammate was friends with Harry frickin’ Potter, the bloke who kicked the dark lord’s arse!
“Harry Potter! Wow! Do you think he’d…?”
“Naah.” Ron shook his head in disgust. “He never makes appearances anymore. He says he hated the publicity of being ‘The-boy-who-lived’. Like anybody’d fall for that!” Ron sneered at the idea of anyone not loving the fame and glory Harry enjoyed.
“Well, shit!”
“He sometimes comes to the matches here, or at Holyhead, but he’s always in disguise.”
“Why would he go to see Holyhead play?”
“Oh, that. My sister, Ginny, is their starting seeker, they almost dated.” Ron turned to his drink again.
‘I broke that up I can break Hermione and Harry up too, when she comes begging for a shag, I’ll bugger the whore for awhile and kick her out onto the street’ he mused.
On the other side of the bar someone began to laugh.
Ron thought hard for a minute, then his eyes rounded again. “No!” He spat out the word like a curse.
“What?” Steve asked.
“Ginny!”
“Ooookay! Your sister What about her?”
“Hermione and Ginny are thick as thieves, and Ginny loves Harry, too. She always has. Now, Hermione wouldn’t go for revenge, and Harry ‘the white bloody knight’ wouldn’t either, but Ginny would. Oh yes! Ginny definitely would! I don’t think she’d go as far as getting me sacked, but she would want to make me pay. Oh, hell! If she’s found out about my other birds…Shit! I gotta hide.” Ron jumped up from the stool only to find all the other players and their groupies pointing at him, laughing.
“What?” He asked, the air around him.
Steve answered. “Ron, did you know your hair just turned purple and green? We’re playing against Puddlemere tomorrow!”
Horrified, Ron turned to the full-length mirror over the bar. Sure enough, his hair was divided into three neatly defined stripes. The largest middle one being purple, the outer two a blazing neon green. The colors favored by Puddlemere United.”
“BlOODY HELL!”
The game against Puddlemere did not go well at all. It seemed that the Cannons couldn’t stop a single goal and only scored one. The game ended at four hundred fifty to ten. Ron had dyed his hair a vibrant orange, to cover what he was certain was a prank by the twins, Fred and George. It didn’t help. Whatever they had used, be it a potion, or more likely, a spell, resisted concealment. The vibrant purple and green came right through. Ron could see the Cannons’ owner sitting in the top with too many familiar figures. Most of the Weasley’s were there, along with Harry and Hermione, ‘the slag hanging all over Harry, pretending she loves him‘. Every time he looked, he could see Harry’s emerald green eyes flashing in the sun. it was unsettling, Ron wanted to crawl into his jersey.
Once the word got out, that Potter was there, almost everybody in the stadium craned their necks to see the Hero of the wizarding world. Unfortunately Ron’s teammate Steve, was paying more attention to Harry than to his game. A bludger hit him between the shoulder blades and knocked him completely off his broom. The only thing that saved him from a long stay in St. Mungos, was Harry, who whipped out his wand and bellowed an arresting charm.
Katzmann still hit pretty hard. The stadium’s healers floated his body off the pitch and to the infirmary.
Ron’s new week started badly, by his being called on the carpet. The Cannons’ owner, one Alice Phillips, had seen his ‘unusual’ hairdo, and demanded he explain to her satisfaction, his apparent defection to the enemy. That led to his explaining about the prank presumably played by his brothers, who were now well known throughout the wizarding world for their joke shop, and then to his sister who was seeker for the Harpies. That little tit bit did not garner him any friends on the board! Still, Mrs. Phillips wanted to know why Ron’s brothers and his sister, would play such a vicious prank on him, especially as he would likely be quite visible to the fans.
Slowly, painfully, the truth was dragged out. To say Mrs. Phillips was not pleased would to be an understatement of nearly Biblical proportions. She summarily dismissed the rest of the board and stood nose to nose with Ron for the next hour screaming invective at him at the top of her voice, like a South London dockworker. Ron noted some hours later, in the tiny little part of his brain that was not still cringing in shock, astonishment and outright terror, that in all the time she was screeching she never once repeated a single foul word.
Relieved he had only been suspended for a month and not sacked, Ron decided to stop by the clubhouse and find someone to ‘commiserate’ with. He only hoped his ‘little problem’ would not show up tonight.
The party to welcome Steven Katzmann back from his short stay at St. Mungos was in full swing.
He’d reported that Harry Potter, of all people, had visited him in his room after the healers had finished with him! Potter even laughtly had called him a bloody idiot for losing concentration during a match, but signed his jersey before leaving. The signed jersey now hung behind the bar protected by the best security charms money could buy. People clustered here and there drinking, swapping stories of past matches and playing snooker for pints.
Ron walked in, to be greeted by a loud “Hurrah!”
Everybody there knew about his dressing down at the hands of the teams’ owner, no less, and welcomed the survivor with the usual harassment. Pints were thrust his way, and a bevy of lovely young lasses, all wanting to shag a Quiddich player, grouped around him. Instantly his erection sprouted. Fortunately, his robes hid it well. Ron dearly hoped it wouldn’t desert him when he needed it. That had happened so often, of late. He put it down to stress, and dismissed it entirely.
Grabbing one of the offered mugs, Ron took a swig, and wrapped his arm around the nearest girl.
The party lasted well into the night. As the team would not be playing for a fortnight, or training until Monday, they were not too concerned with the regular curfew. They’d played hard, and lost spectacularly. “That ought to count for something, neh?” They had argued, rather successfully, it seemed.
As Ron was suspended, he didn’t have a curfew. He and his soon-to-be conquest, Jennifer, played, drank, snogged, groped, touched, tickled, teased and did everything but actually shag, before they left together.
Ron and Jennifer stumbled drunkenly up the stairs to his flat. Wrapped in each other they fumbled the door open and fell inward.
“Bloody hell!” He growled. Jennifer just lay there, giggling.
Gaining his feet, Ron reached down and pulled his groupie to hers. Before they even reached the door to his bedroom, her top had gone flying, followed by his robe and her bra. He stumbled as he pulled her pants down over her luscious arse.
Walking and stripping your girl while drunk was hard to do, even for wizards.
In the bedroom, he pushed her onto the bed, and pulled her knickers down her legs. She was open, wet and ready for him. Tossing the undergarment behind him, he unzipped his own trousers, and yanked them and his boxers off.
Now, he stood in all his not-inconsiderable glory. Jennifer’s eyes widened at the sight and she savored the thought of the treat, which this night would be. Grinning wantonly, she drew her knees up and slowly let them fall to the sheets
. Ron settled over Jennifer, she waited anxiously as he positioned his cock at her opened pussy. He pushed into her, and thrust a couple times, grinning. ‘YES!’ He crowed triumphantly to himself.
Then it all went south.
His erection flagged immediately, and he slipped out. Try as he might, he couldn’t get it to return. An hour later, a exasperated Jennifer walked out, in utter contempt, cursed “limp dick fairy”
Every month, regular as clockwork, Ron would get a letter from Harry and Hermione. Of course, he always threw the letters into the fire. He didn’t want to talk to those traitors!
Half a year later, Harry and Hermione Potter returned from their around-the-world honeymoon cruise. Ron was waiting. The next day, he apparated to Godric’s Hollow, walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
Harry opened the door, and broke into a hearty grin as he greeted his oldest friend.
“Ron! Hey mate. How are you? Come in, come in!” Harry escorted Ron to the lounge, plonked him onto the deeply cushioned sofa, and asked Winky to provide some tea and biscuits.
The house elf returned and placed the tea service on the coffee table. As she popped away, Ron could have sworn she had smiled a particularly vindictive smile. He shuddered as icy tingles ran down his spine. Harry sat opposite, and poured. Handing the teacup to his mate, Harry asked: “How’ve you been, Ron?” It had been a long while since they’d seen each other, after all, and he wanted to catch up.
“Harry?” Ron asked, with no preamble. “Can you tell me what Hermione did?”
“What do you mean, Ron?” Harry appeared honestly curious, although he knew precisely what Ron was asking.
“Harry, I know it wouldn’t have been you. You’re not the type to do that to a bloke. Hermione is smart enough to think of it, but I honestly didn’t think she was either, until I overheard Ginny and the twins talking. She cast some sort of spell on me that makes it so I can’t…well, you know! Hell I can’t even wank”
Ron was now blushing so brightly, Harry was tempted to turn out the lights, just to see what would happen.
Hermione chose that moment to walk in, with a nasty smirk.
“Ronald.” She explained. “We sent you instructions on how to break the spell every month…well after the third month, anyway. Throw them away or burn them.” She gave him that Hermione look.
After a few minutes to make him sweat.
She explained to her ex-old friend, how she had taken a ‘performance enhancing’ charm and reversed it. She mixed it with something she’d developed, that would ensure Ron got an erection as soon as he saw a new girl, any new girl, but would, moments after he entered her, cause it to fail him and!
When she refused to remove it! Ron went instantly raging angry, ‘how could she… to me‘, he thought make her, force her to take care of him, but he just sat there, knowing he could do nothing, Harry or that damn elf would kill him, if he tried. Hermione saw his fist clench, she knew he‘d do nothing.
After a few moments, She did, however, explain the catch.
The catch was this: If Ron continued to use women as he’d done, he would continue to have this particular erectile dysfunction, for as long as it took to learn his lesson. Once he did, the charm would fade.
However She didn’t tell, him it would come back twice as bad if he return to his old abusive ways. And it would take only certain type of women to clear it next time. The whole spell was a mental charm, in fact, several combined and if you didn’t know where or what you’d never find it. She grinned.
Ron was dumb struck “What… but I haven’t… in seven months, I need huh relief…”
“Well get your act together learn how to treat women, find a nice girl and behave”
“How can I huh find one who…”
“Figure it out twit”
“But Hermione I need help, relief… now”
Now the Icing on the cake.
“Oh there is one way to get relief tonight Ronald,”
“You going to help me” he looked hopeful, He smirked inside ‘she wants the Ron-meister, I knew the fairy couldn’t please her’
“Not really. The only way for relief tonight is to have sex with a man,”
“What!!!” If looks could kill, Hermione would have died,
“You have to suck a man’s penis to completion and swallow his load first, then you can shag him, if he wants, but no one else. only the bloke you suck off. Oh, also it One suck one shag…”
Ron lurch at her, Dobby and Harry twitch, he sat back “why?” he demanded.
“You told Me and Ginny and no telling how many others, Harry was gay“, Hermione said.
She gave him the go fuck yourself, you lying sack of… look, every woman has, stored away for the right time
“you lied about Harry”
“I know now you never loved me, you just used me, but more than that, you used me to hurt Harry… “
“A muggleborn is only good for shagging, sound familiar.. Miss Pureblood“.
The expression on Ron’s face was priceless.
Then Hermione said total deadpan, colder than ice, “Now if you need relief, go find a bender, give him a knobber and maybe he’ll let you shag his mouth, bugger him or wank you off. I don‘t care“.
He wanted to strangle her, rip her clothes off the Bitch, beat her to a pulp, but saw Dobby and Winky staring at him, not to mention Harry. ‘If he moved wrong’
Then cheerfully as can be she said, “Now if you’ll excuse us, Miss Ronnie… Harry and I are going to be busy for the next couple hours or so, making Love, wonderful sweet Love. with his beautiful huge HARD COCK giving me orgasm after orgasm as he always does… You… you can suck a dick”
The look of Ron’s face was deliciously delightful to see, he was broke, she done it, she paid him back for Harry’s and her pain. She knew it would take Ron a long time to finally work it out and cure himself, years if ever… Maybe he’ll start seeking for the other team… she really didn’t care.
He just looked at her, cup in hand..
“Now bugger off Roniee… Don’t come back!”.
Taking her husband’s hand and leading him towards the stairs. “Dobby, please show, huh this woofter out, after he finish his tea and please change the wards, he‘s not welcome here anymore”
“Yes Mistress Hermione Potter”
Ron sat there with that tea cup in his hand stupefied, ‘How could she… to ME‘.
He heard slight sounds of love making, getting louder, then Hermione’s screams of pleasure. He looked at Dobby, and Dobby only shrugged “theys at it again”.
Ron set the cup down and Dobby escorted him to the door, “she never sounded like that with me” he mumbled as the door closed behind him.
Dobby smiled.

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