Late Night Work
An internship takes an unexpected turn!
An internship takes an unexpected turn!
everything is looking good for Bobby
This is a sequel to what started as a stand-alone story. No 1 was fairly romantic but no 2 and later gets more kinky and conspiratorical.
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the actual Harry Potter series, its author, characters or book and movie franchises. This story has not been sold or created for profit.
Story Codes: ncon, exhib, grope, spank, unif, voy
Harry Potter: Harry Potter And The Legacy Of Hogwarts Part 2 – Clothing Optional
by Avatrek ([email protected])
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood were on a very important mission. A mission which had taken them back in time to the 1976-1977 school year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Using one of only two special time-turner devices that Dumbledore himself had created, Harry and his friends had traveled back in time to stop Draco Malfoy from stealing four very special magical objects from the school and forever changing future events. Harry had agreed to take on the dangerous mission to both help ensure the safety of his parents, who were enrolled at the school as sixth years and stop Malfoy from altering the timeline and stealing the four magical objects for an eagerly waiting Lord Voldemort, who had sent the budding Death Eater to do his dirty work. Harry had chosen four of his friends to accompany him and with the help of the Dumbledore of his time, had created fake names and transfer papers to allow them all to attend their fifth and sixth years of education at Hogwarts in Gryffindor House, alongside Harry’s parents. An added bonus to the trip would be the opportunity for everyone, especially Harry to meet his parents, their friends and all the people that would have a profound impact on future events which helped shape the magical world. Dumbledore had warned Harry and his friends of the differences in culture and attitudes during the 70s and although Harry was sceptical that there would be much of a difference, things were about to become much clearer.
“Knock… Knock… Knock!” Hermione wrapped on the Headmaster’s door, getting ready to present the Headmaster with the fake transfer papers. “I can’t believe I’m meeting the Headmaster wearing these clothes… We all look like total sluts in these uniforms!” She sighed, trying her hardest to pull her tiny tight skirt down over the rest of her luscious teenage ass. The school uniforms of the 1970’s had adopted a far more liberal stance than those of Hermione’s usual dress wear and although she complained about what she was wearing, neither Harry or Ron had much to object to as their eyes continue to scan over Hermione, Ginny and Luna.
“I have no problem with what you’re wearing Hermione.” Ron said slyly as they waited for the Headmaster to answer the door. “Besides… I don’t think our uniforms are that bad.”
“What would you have to complain about Ron… The boy’s uniforms are exactly like what you wear back in our own time.” Hermione replied, looking back at Ron with a little jealousy and anger. Just as she was about to turn around and smack Ron and Harry for continually looking at her ass, the Dumbledore of 1976 opened his door and welcomed the five teenagers into his office. Almost everything in the office looked exactly the same as it would in the future and although Harry thought Dumbledore would be surprised by their arrival, especially because it was mere hours before the sorting of houses was to begin, but Dumbledore didn’t seem the least bit startled.
“Welcome Harry, Ronald, Hermione, Ginevra and Luna to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry… I have been eagerly waiting for your arrival!” Dumbledore said with a smile on his face and no hint of surprise.
“You were?” Harry asked, not sure how the Dumbledore of 1976 could possible know who they were before they introduced themselves. Harry thought that maybe Dumbledore had somehow traveled back in time with them and had taken his past self’s place. He did look shockingly similar in looks but after her remembered what his Dumbledore had told him about the danger of seeing himself in the past, he realized that his Dumbledore must have somehow already sent back a letter to himself to let his past self know of the eventual transfer.
“I received a letter two weeks ago explaining the reasons for your transfer and when you’d be arriving.” Dumbledore said, confirming Harry’s hypothesis and allowing Harry to relax just a little. “I also see that you all have already gotten dressed for Gryffindor House. Unfortunately I have some bad news on that front… There is only room for three of you Gryffindor House… Two of you will have to spend your final two years of magical education in Slytherin House. The letter I received told me you already know about the differences in the four school houses so I know you know that you’ll all experience a different side to Hogwarts. Ginevra Beazleby and Luna Lumsley will join the fifth year Gryffindor girls and since there is one open slot available for the sixth year male students in Gryffindor House, Ronald Weatherly will also join you two girls. That means Miss Hermione Stranger will join the sixth year Slytherin girls and Harry Cotter will join the sixth year Slytherin boys. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but there just isn’t any room in Gryffindor House to take on Harry and Hermione. Luckily for you two however, another sixth year boy has just transferred from Durmstrang and will be joining you Harry in the sixth year of Slytherin House.”
“What… But… We’re all friends!” Hermione pleaded with the Headmaster, knowing that if anyone learned of her Muggle heritage, she’d be persecuted to no end by the Slytherins. It would especially dangerous for her because Malfoy was obviously the new Slytherin transfer and he knew all about her parents. All Hermione could hope for was that Dumbledore was able to make a good enough cover story up for her to allay any suspicion.
“I’m sorry, but this was the only way to allow all of you to attend. No other houses have any room for you.” Dumbledore replied, looking genuinely sorry for the inconvenience. “There will be a change of clothing for the both of you in your quarters down in Slytherin House. Here is a map and some information about the school… These two prefects will take you to your respective houses and help you get acquainted with your housemates and new homes.” Dumbledore continued, pointing back at his door where two recognizable students walked through the door looking at each other with pure disgust for each other in their eyes.
“This is James Potter… He will escort Miss Lumsley, Miss Beazleby and Mister Weatherly to Gryffindor House,” Dumbledore said, pointing to Harry’s father, who was almost the spitting image of Harry, even though everybody failed to really notice it. Harry wanted to reach out and shake his father’s hand, but before he could Dumbledore introduced both his and Hermione’s escort. “And this is Severus Snape… He is a Slytherin Prefect and will be more than happy to help both of you become better accustomed with Slytherin House.” Harry looked on in horror as Snape reached out to shake both his and Hermione’s hands in succession. His greasy hair and large bird-like nose were almost exactly like those that had haunted his dreams for five years at Hogwarts.
Without even being able to say goodbye to Ron, Ginny or Luna, Harry and Hermione were guided out of the office, down the Headmaster’s staircase and towards the dungeons and Slytherin House.
“If you’re lucky you’ll never have to suffer the presence of Potter again.” Snape said with a devilish grin as he guided them down the Grand Staircase.
“He didn’t seem so bad.” Hermione chided in order to distract Harry from wanting to punch Snape square in his big nose.
“He’s a blood traitor and doesn’t deserve to be a pure blood wizard. I have already taken it upon myself to browse through both of your files and I’m glad to see that both of you come from a long line of wizard and witches of notable mention.” Snape replied, as they made it to the main level and made for the doors to the dungeons.
“Why should that matter?” Harry said in reply as they made their way down the steps.
“It matters because almost all those without pure wizarding blood should be thrown in Azkaban for stealing our world’s magical secrets.”
“Is there anything else we should know?” Hermione said a little snippily, just as they made it to Slytherin’s secret entrance.
“Only that you should speak only when spoken to bitch!” Snape replied back harshly. ‘You will soon find out that the female students at Hogwarts and especially those in Slytherin know their roles very well.’
“Huh?” Hermione replied, looking worried as she and Harry laid eyes on the statue covering the secret entrance. If Hermione was not already shocked and confused enough, when she and Harry saw what was protecting their new house’s entrance, her hand started shaking.
“Is that a…” Harry started before being interrupted by Snape again.
“A dirty Muggle whore!” He said with a smirk as he pulled out his wand. On her knees completely naked with her ass sticking up in the air to show everyone present, her juicy stone ass and pussy, was a perfect stone replica of a Muggle looking back at them, gagged and crying. On her stone head was a cone shaped hat that had the word Muggle written on it. “Just take your wand, completely insert it in her pussy or ass and say the password… Which is currently Muggle-Whore.” He said, doing exactly that before the statue moaned out loud like a whore and moved aside to reveal the Slytherin House entrance.
“Awesome!” Harry murmured out loud before he and Hermione followed Snape into the Slytherin chambers. Harry had been in Slytherin House once before, but he was shocked to see it was nothing like he remembered. At the center of an extremely large stone room was a massive jet-powered hot tub. At the far side of the room was a stage and tall metal pole that went from the floor to the ceiling.
“What’s that pole for?” Hermione asked innocently.
“Oh… You’ll find out soon enough, ha ha ha. Your rooms are up here and the two doors on either side of common room lead to two similarly large rooms I or someone else in Slytherin will introduce you to in the days to come. Right now however, we all need to make our way back up to the Great Hall to participate in the sorting that’s just about to start.” Snape said, picking up two Slytherin cloaks and handing them to Harry and Hermione. “You’ll have to wait to get changed later… Just throw these on and we’ll worry about your clothes later.” He finished, directing his last comment specifically at Hermione.
“What did he mean that I’ll find out soon enough?” Hermione asked Harry as she put on her Slytherin cloak and followed Snape back out the entrance and towards the Great Hall.
“I don’t know, but like he said… We’ll find out soon enough.” Harry replied as they walked into a nearly full Great Hall.
“You can take a seat next to the other new transfer student over here Harry and Hermione.” Snape told them before sitting down beside two other male sixth year Slytherin students and basically completely ignoring them.
“You!” Harry and Hermione said in unison after laying eyes on a largely inconspicuous Draco Malfoy.
“I knew you two would follow me here… Don’t say another word or I’ll blow your cover and change history forever.’ Malfoy said with a smirk as Harry and Hermione took a seat next to him. “I’m surprised to see you in Slytherin colours Mudblood… But I’m sure you’ll be even more surprised later. My father told me some interesting things about Hogwarts in the 1960 and 70s.”
“What do you mean Malfoy… All we have to do is get you alone and send you back to our time and this whole thing will be over.” Harry said, looking ready to jump Malfoy and do exactly that as his fingers grasped the time-turner device in his pocket.
“You wouldn’t dare try it in a crowded area like this and besides, I’ve already slipped your dear old daddy a slow acting toxin that will take almost an entire year to take effect and kill him. If you blow my cover or get in my way, you’ll never find out what I’ve poisoned him with and you’ll never get the cure.” Malfoy said with a smirk before picking up the plate of food that had just appeared in front of him and walking down the table to find another spot to eat beside Snape.
“Dammit… We’re just going to have to find those objects and protect them from Malfoy and just hope he doesn’t try to blow our cover.” Harry concluded as he looked around the hall at all the unfamiliar faces. Ron, Ginny and Luna still hadn’t made it down to the Great Hall and he still couldn’t see any sign of his mother, father or any of his friends. He could only hope that nothing bad had happened to them already as he surveyed the hall one more time and quickly recognized a few of the teachers sitting at the front table. There was Dumbledore, a younger Hagrid who was as big as ever. He saw several of the older teachers like Minerva McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey and even Pomona Sprout all looking both young and very attractive. After Ron, Ginny, Luna and rest of Gryffindor House joined the students waiting in the Great Hall, the sorting began and the feast started in earnest. After Dumbledore gave a short speech that Harry failed to follow because he was more interested in checking out the hundred or so gorgeous beauties all around him, Harry followed the rest of Slytherin House back down to the dungeons and a special little surprise planned for the newest female transfer student.
What Hermione or Harry didn’t know was that Slytherin had a special initiation they put every female transfer student through upon arriving at Hogwarts. It was customary for the new girl to get up on stage with every Slytherin student watching and strip out of their clothes. If that wasn’t enough the transfer student had to get a spanking from every single male member of the house before receiving her new Slytherin clothing.
As Harry and Hermione made it to the secret entrance of Slytherin House, Malfoy walked by them and whispered to Hermione, “You’re going to love this Mudblood!” he said squeezing her ass quickly before running into the Slytherin common room and grabbing a seat for the show.
“What… Fuck you Malfoy!” Hermione cried in shock before she heard the high tempo beat of a familiar Wizard rock band.
“Hmmm… I wonder what they’re planning in there.” Harry said as they walked into the common room to find every single male Slytherin student sitting in chairs around the stage and long metal pole.
“And there she is… Hermione Stranger… Our newest Slytherin slut and the next one on the pole for our entertainment.” Snape’s voice boomed as if he was talking through a microphone.
“What… I’m not a slut and I’m not stripping for you pigs!” Hermione shouted back, trying to back away out of the common room to safety. Before she could leave though, Harry grabbed her by the elbow and whispered in her ear.
“You have to do it Hermione… We can’t break our cover and if you refuse to follow through with their traditions, they may do some digging and find out that were not from their time.” Harry whispered to her as he guided her towards the stage. In truth, Harry really wanted to see her naked again, and the thought of seeing her doing a little strip dance in front of him was extremely hot.
“Are you fucking kidding Harry? You want me to get naked for these sickos?” Hermione asked Harry looking extremely worried.
“You gotta take one for the team Hermione… It’s the only way!” Harry told her before grabbing her cloak and tearing it off her while he pushed her onto the stage.
The crowd of Slytherin boys cheered in approval as Hermione got on stage and grabbed the stripper’s pole tentatively. She had no idea what she was doing up there; she had taken some basic dance classes in her early youth, but exotic dancing was a whole lot different than ballet or tap. Gripping the pole, Hermione spun around it quickly, letting her tiny skirt flutter up past her thong, showing off her gorgeous ass and causing the crowd of horny boys cheer out. Blushing and not really sure why she was actually enjoying herself, Hermione continued to twirl around the pole before ripping off her tight white dress shirt to reveal her pert young breasts and erect little pink nipples.
“Holy fuck Hermione… You are a Slytherin slut!” Harry said mostly to himself as he felt his cock begin to harden again. Hermione was really getting into it by that point and had already pulled off her tiny skirt to show off her amazing teen ass. She still was twirling around the metal pole, wearing only her white sneakers, knee-high socks, tiny red and gold thong, and her small little Gryffindor tie around her neck.
“Take them off! Take them off! Take them off!!!” Everyone started shouting, urging Hermione on to take off her little panties and let everyone get a good look at her tight little pussy and finely trimmed little landing strip. Just to egg them on a little more, Hermione toyed with them a little longer by ever so slowly sliding them down her hips to her ankles. Hermione then kicked them off into the crowd and right into Harry’s face. With one last twirl around the pole to let everyone see her full body one last time, the song ended and her performance came to an abrupt close. Before Hermione could get off the stage, a large ugly seventh year boy grabbed her wrist and pulled her off the stage. As every one of the boys lined up in two lines on either side of Hermione, she was slowly led between them, being forced to stop every few feet so each one of them could either grope her pert young ass or spank her for being such a naughty slut.
“Oww… Owwwww…!” Hermione cried in succession, after each boy gave her a quick spanking. Malfoy got a little frisky by groping her ass and running his finger across her little trimmed pubic strip. “FUCK YOU MALFOY!” Hermione whined in protest, just before Harry gave her ass one good last squeeze, before the seventh year guiding her spanked her harder than anyone and giving her a new Slytherin uniform to wear. Hermione was nearly in tears as she slowly walked up to her new room with a red ass and a feeling that she had degraded herself by participating in such a disgusting little Slytherin tradition. She could only hope that Ginny and Luna hadn’t faced any similar disgusting tradition and that Ron would protect them from anything to bad, unlike Harry had done for her.
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Follow along as Holly, traveling by the name Sammi Shepherd, hitchhikes alone across the country facing the dangers any teenager might encounter while she tries to establish a new identity and life for herself. She also struggles to face the horrific memories of the forced sexual things Roger, her mom’s boyfriend arranges for her. The other chapters to this story and my other stories are here: https://www.sexstories.com/profile269763/brokenwing
Please note I don’t condone real rape or slavery. this is parts 1-7 for those of you that want to read it all. I am currently working on part 8
This is the story of my relationship with my mom. My dad left when I was very young so as far back as I can remember, it was always just me and my mom.
One of my favorite things to do when I was little was my nightly bath with mom. I loved the feel of her skin against mine, especially when we were both soapy. I loved how she scrubbed me all over. I loved when she’d wrap me up in a big fluffy towel when we were done. It wasn’t anything sexual, it was just the wonderful sensations that I enjoyed. I can’t remember exactly how old I was when that ritual stopped, but I remember the day it happened. My mom had just finished scrubbing me and I wanted to return the favor. I took the soap and started soaping my mom up. She’d already explained to me about breasts, and how all women had them, different sizes, that they were for feeding babies, etc., but I had never really taken a look between her legs until that day. As I scrubbed her, I asked her how come she didn’t have what I had. She explained that women had different things than men. As I kept washing her down there, she moaned a little, then grabbed my arm and said, “I think it’s clean enough.” I finished with the rest of her body, not realizing that anything had happened. When we got out and were watching tv while drying off, my mom told me that she thought I was old enough to start taking showers…by myself. I was kind of sad that I wouldn’t get to take any more baths with my mom, but I was also excited by the prospect of taking showers, just like big people, that I didn’t put up a big fight. That was years ago, though, and I only remember it because that was the first time I touched my mom’s pussy.
The real story begins several years later. As I said, it was just me and my mom. My mom thought that since I didn’t have a father, she should be available to me at all times, so she worked from home as a telemarketer. I don’t ever remember my mom going to any great lengths to hide her body from me. Modesty was practically unheard of at my house, so it wasn’t rare for me to see her naked coming out of the shower or changing clothes. In the mornings, she’d come out wearing a terrycloth robe as often as she’d come out in a short silk robe. When I started jerking off around 12, I started looking forward to the days when she would wear the short silk ones. Most of them weren’t much longer than long shirts, and she wouldn’t bother tying them too tightly, which would give me fleeting glimpses of her breasts. At that age, I was looking anywhere and everywhere for masturbation material, and it was countless nights that I would jerk off picturing my mom’s legs, or her breasts, or her ass as I stroked myself to orgasm. On one of her silk days, I got up the nerve to tell her how great her legs looked, she blushed and thanked me, and started wearing the short silk ones most of the time. We were always very touchy-feely, spending nights at home laying on each other on the couch while we watched tv. It was only in the morning that she would wear a robe, most of the time she’d walk around the house in a t-shirt and panties. Don’t think that didn’t have an effect on me. My masturbation fantasies were fueled with visions of her long legs and pretty feet.
One night, as we were on the couch, my mother asked if I would rub her feet, as she’d been out shopping all day and they were sore. Any excuse to get my hands on her was ok by me, so I agreed. We were on opposite ends of the couch, she had her feet in my lap. I took special care, making sure I did a good job, and realized that I really liked rubbing her feet. I liked seeing the wrinkles form around my thumbs as I kneaded the soles of her feet. I loved the soft silkiness of the top of her feet as I gently rubbed the backs of fingers across them. I loved the way her toes wiggled in my hands when I accidentally tickled her. I had an instant foot fetish, not to mention a hard on. From that night on, I was constantly asking her if I could rub her feet. Like most people, my mom wasn’t going to say no to a foot rub, so most nights, I had her feet in my lap, and I imagined what it would be like to have those toes wiggling in my mouth while I masturbated. It didn’t take me long to realize that if I maneuvered things just right, my mom’s legs would be spread, and I’d get to see her panties. I already knew, from the glimpses her robes would allow, that she mostly wore thongs, but I didn’t realize what kind of a view of her pussy that would give me. There were a lot of nights where I couldn’t even begin to tell you what was on because I was entranced by the view of the material seeming to come out from her between her butt cheeks, pressed up tightly against her mound. Sometimes, one of her lips would work it’s way out of her panties, and I’d just stare. She was very good to me about it, and would casually readjust her panties when she noticed me staring. Whenever she readjusted, she’d have a ghost of a smile on her lips, and I’d have jerk off material for later. I also took to kissing the soles of her feet as a signal that I’d finished rubbing them. I loved feeling the soles of her feet on my face, the slight smell of soap and sweat was intoxicating. I’d remember that smell while I stroked up and down my cock at night. I got bolder and bolder with her, my one kiss on each sole turning into several kisses up and down the soles of her feet. Several kisses on her soles became several kisses on both sides of her feet. That progressed to kissing each of her toes. Those kisses progressed to sucking. And it was about two months after the first foot rub that I was spending more time sucking on her toes than I did rubbing her feet. If I had to guess, I’d say the reason she didn’t stop me was because it felt good. If you’ve never had your toes sucked…it’s like that saying, if you don’t know, don’t bother to ask. I dirtied lots of underwear several times a night thinking of the way her toes moved in my mouth.
It was after one such session, as I was laying in bed that I heard a strange noise coming from my mom’s bedroom. It was a buzzing sound, and a low moaning. I’d been jerking off in the dark for about an hour and half. My mom’s toes had been wrinkly when I finally removed them from my mouth and we went to bed and that was one of the visual images I was using as I masturbated again and again. I’d been laying there, almost drifting off when I heard it. I debated whether or not to check it out, and when it didn’t stop, I decided to see what was up. I pulled my underwear up, pulling it up high so I could wipe off any cum that I’d missed with my fingers on my stomach. I’d never been brought up to knock on doors when at home, so when I reached her door, I just opened it wide. The sight took my breath away. Like me, she had the tv on, hers was also muted, it’s glow revealing to me her naked body, nipples hard, legs spread, hands working a vibe in and out of her pussy. From my own experiences, I could tell she was probably close to cumming, that’s probably why she didn’t remove the vibrator from her pussy. She just closed her legs, blocking my view of that pink plastic cock protruding from her pussy, sat up some, and asked me if I needed something. I told her that I’d heard a noise and was just checking it out. She said it was nothing and asked me to please go back to bed. I saw her glance at the obvious bulge in my underwear and the ghost of a smile appeared on her face. I stuttered out an “ok” and closed the door. I stood right outside her bedroom and listened to her. I could tell she was struggling not to scream, and could hear her hissing “oh shit, oh god, oh shit.” I didn’t go back to my room until I heard the vibrator being turned off. I could take my underwear off fast enough, they were completely off by the time I got back in bed, and I didn’t waste any time before I started jerking off again. That moment when I first opened the door was frozen in my mind, the way her legs were spread, the look on her face, the wetness on the vibrator. It was all too much and I came almost immediately.
I had just started stroking again, those images would not leave my mind, when my mother came into the room. I was frozen in place. I couldn’t cover up, my sheet was under me, I couldn’t pull my underwear up, I’d taken them completely off, and, for some unknown reason, I couldn’t let go of my cock. She was silhouetted against the hall light, and I noticed she’d put on one of her terrycloth robes. I saw her pause when she saw what I was doing. She seemed about to leave, then took a steadying breath, and walked over to my bed. Her eyes kept flicking to my hand wrapped around my cock, pulsating. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled sheepishly.
“Looks like we’re both human.” She said as she glanced down at my hand around my cock again. “Sweetheart, we don’t need to be embarrassed about this. Everyone does it and it’s nothing to be ashamed about.” With that, she patted my stomach, inadvertently putting her fingers in a small puddle of my cum, one I’d made thinking about her fucking herself. She said “I’ll let you get back to what you’re doing,” and stood up. She rubbed her fingers together, and I saw her stick them in her mouth as she walked out of my room. She didn’t bother closing my door, nor did she close her door as she let the robe fall from her shoulders, letting me see that she was still naked. She laid down in bed, reached into her nightstand and pulled out her vibrator again. I started stroking myself again as I watched her suck on the vibrator to get it wet, and then slide it into herself. We watched each other while we masturbated, I came before her but didn’t stop stroking until she’d come too. Then, she turned off her tv, I turned off mine and we went to bed.
I don’t think either one of us ever closed those doors again. We would go to our separate bedrooms after I was done sucking on her toes, then we’d masturbate while watching each other. Usually, I’d get naked first and lay on top of the covers. I’d picture her feet and what I’d done to them that day while I started stroking myself. I was usually already hard from having her feet in mouth and it wasn’t long before I was moaning. Then she’d start playing with her nipples. Taking them between her fingers and pulling. She’d sometimes point the nipple up to her mouth and suck on it, all the while watching me stroke my fat cock. She didn’t always use her vibrator. Sometimes she stick her fingers in her mouth, make them very wet, the saliva dripping off them, then start rubbing her clit. She continue to play with her breasts with one hand while she rubbed her clit with the other. She’d roll the nipples between her fingers, then back to her mouth so she could suck on them, her hand a blur between her legs. She’d spread her legs wide when she was getting ready to cum, to show me that she was a squirter. She’d sometimes put her other hand between her legs while she squirted, her fingers getting soaked, then bring the hand back to her breasts. Slathering her nipples with her pussy juice, then sucking it off. It was no less exciting when she used her vibrator. She’d use both hands to work it in and out of her pussy. Fucking herself mercilessly while she watched my hand move up and down my cock. She’d always make sure to suck on it for a few minutes, make it nice and wet before she stuck it inside herself. After she came, no longer bothering to stifle her screams, she’d always clean it off with her mouth. It’d be dripping with her pussy juices every time she took it out, and she savored every drop. We watched each other every night. When I saw that she had no problem licking her own pussy juices, and remembering how she’d sucked my cum off her fingers that first night, I wasn’t embarrassed having her watch me scoop up my cum and eat it afterwards. I think it turned her on. Every night we’d go to bed, like any other mother and son, and every night we’d become each other’s masturbation partners. We only did that for a few months before our relationship progressed, but that will have to wait for part 2.
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I really miss sailing!
Girlfriend’s mother has ‘words’ for Adam.
next chapter in my story. Jody come to the front and Jenny get in on the act
I get with the boy of my dreams.
Please read the other 3 parts as this is a continuation.
It was the humming that woke her up. The humming, and the headache. It wasn’t a hangover, the woman thought. It felt different. What had she done?
The woman sat up slowly, sliding her slender legs over the edge of the bed. She felt cool steel. Unusual.
The darkness around her did not change as her eyes adjusted. She reached a hand down as she slid to the floor, confirming her belief. This wasn’t a bed, more likely a table of some sort. She held a breath as her feet touched the cold floor. It was also, she assumed, steel.
No sooner than she had felt the surface beneath her, bright white lights flooded the room. She stuck her hand over her eyes, blocking the intrusive light. Through her cracked fingers, she began taking in the room around her. It was like the inside of a dome, with sterile steel walls, the same as the floor. She stood shakily on her smooth, shapely legs, and sighed slowly as she surveyed the room. There appeared to be no doors. No windows. The only feature of the room appeared to be the table she had woken up on.
The woman noticed the cold. Once it was in her mind, she shivered violently, unable to shake the deep chill. She reached her hands over her hips, failing to find any fabric. Wherever she was, her clothes didn’t follow. She nervously covered her breasts with her arms, the cold-stiffened nipples pressed tightly. Her legs crossed, attempting to cover her softest flesh, leaving only a slight strip of hair visible in the V of her pelvis. Small goosebumps rose up her thin arms, rolling across the smooth skin of her shoulders.
A blinking green light on the floor caught her attention.
She moved to the light, cautiously looking around as she squatted down. It seemed to emanate a small amount of heat, spurring her hand closer. She realized almost too late that it was, in fact, a button. It was inscribed with a numeral “I”. She quickly withdrew, nervous of the repercussions of pressing it. She stood up, catching her breath quietly.
The floor grew colder beneath her.
She jumped up, startled by the change in environment. Testing her theory, she moved to the wall, resting her hand against it. It was ice cold. The lights began to dim, adding to the overall sense of foreboding. She retreated back to the button, drawn by it’s warmth. The floor began to burn her feet with it’s icy bite. A long drawn in breath returned into a long mist of steam. She closed her eyes tightly, and pressed the green button.
A mechanical clank opened her eyes.
The center of the room began to lower into a narrow spiral staircase. Steam rose from the opening, a sure sign of heat. The woman hurried to follow it, the warm mist enveloping her smooth white skin, sparkling with crystallization as it met the cold air.
The room was oddly shaped, almost like a bowl. She realized that the building was a sphere, and this happened to be the lower half. She could make out the same featureless steel walls through the steam. She walked up the sloped floor, relieved to feel the warmth on her skin. She began sliding as she attempted to scale the curved incline, and lost all footing as she heard another ‘clank’ from behind her. The staircase sealed itself back into the roof, locking her in the steam.
A bright red button glowed tauntingly from the roof.
The slender woman walked back to the center of the bowl, her hair becoming heavy with moisture. Soft beads of water slid from her face, creating small trails down her full breasts. She ran a finger along her firm stomach, testing the wetness left by the haze around her.
She cried.
The sound echoed around her, swelling in her ears. She muffled herself, attempting to regain control. A small trickling sound became apparent.
To her surprise, water began flushing down the sides of the bowl, drawing warm water into the center. The woman spun around restlessly as the water began to fill the hemispherical room. Panic set in as the relentless water poured, bringing it to neck level.
It stopped.
Another industrial noise drew her eyes to the ceiling, where several circular hatches opened. Multiple objects fell into the water. The woman shrieked, swimming towards the curved edge of the bowl.
Something brushed her leg.
The woman flailed in the water, attempting to fight off the intruder.
She felt it again.
She reached into the water, grabbing ahold of one of her assailants. It was a smooth, phallic object. It squirmed in her hand, whirring with its mechanical resistance. A quick shock emitted from it, forcing her to drop it in the water. She clambered towards the edge, kicking her legs violently. The red button mocked her, dangling out of reach on the ceiling. She reached the incline, dragging her hands against the steel, helplessly crawling.
The mechanical phallus hit her. She gasped as it pushed against the soft flesh of her vagina, attempting to gain access. She reached her hands to attempt to expel the invader, instead finding two more of the steel shafts. She grabbed them in an attempt to strike against the other.
Her hands seized as currents shot through her. The two machines in her hands were sending localized shocks, contracting her hands tightly around them. They began to separate, holding her arms out in a T-Shape.
The trickle began again as water began filling the bowl.
The woman squirmed, resisting the invader between her legs. She knew she was losing, and her legs grew tired. her feet no longer touched the bottom of the bowl, and the two probes in her hands kept her head afloat. She froze as the tip of the invader found it’s mark.
Despite the warm water, the steel was distinctly cool. The woman gasped out as the thick body of the machine began sliding inside of her, pressuring the walls of her tunnel. She was too tired to scream. The segments of the shaft began rotating in opposite directions, effectively drilling itself deeper into her tightness. Her body convulsed against it, attempting to squeeze it out of her. The warm water seemed to become more viscous around her, adding lubrication to the machine. She felt her legs go limp as the last of the strength in her legs gave out. The phallus was having it’s way with her, pistoning and spinning inside of her. Her hole spasmed around the cool steel hardness, unable to fight without her legs. Her head threw back in defeat, eyes looking up at the ceiling.
The red button was getting closer.
Her limp legs shook mildly as the rod thrashed about inside of her. There was a numb pleasant feeling, but the horror of the situation detracted any sense of pleasure. The woman drifted helplessly in the rising fluid, her chest rising and falling with the thrusting below. A mild orgasm struck her, not in pleasure or enjoyment, but out of natural response. As her walls contracted, the machine pressed in deeply. She exhaled sharply, feeling the rigid steel straighten inside of her against her cervix, releasing a warm sensation deep into her core.
The shaft withdrew from her hole, disappearing into the fluid. The two probes on her hand released their electric hold on her, releasing her into the thickening fluid around her. Her muscles were exhausted. The only reason she didn’t sink straight into the fluid was the change in viscosity. Holding in deep breaths, she kept her head above the surface.
The red button was tantalizingly close.
The woman shakily lifted her right arm. It trembled with exhaustion from the electric contraction. It was as if she were tied down, her arm struggling against gravity and fatigue. With a final gasp of exertion, her finger grazed the button, the ridge of the inscribed “II” brushing lightly. The spiral staircase lowered in front of her, cutting its way through the thickening fluid.
The last desperate strength in her muscles brought her forward, swimming though a thick gel. She slumped herself up the last steps, collapsing as she reached the top hemisphere once more. As she lay gasping on the steel, she surveyed the room. The table was no longer there. The staircase sealed behind her, disappearing into the floor. She looked for the little green button. It was gone. A deep feeling of unease hit her. She looked up to the apex of the dome to see an orange flash. The button. The lights were still dim in this room, and a quick movement flashed by. Her foot moved into a small, sticky pile. She withdrew quickly and curled into the fetal position.
The woman stared at the orange button. Through it’s flashes, she could make out tick marks. She cried.
The button read “III”.
Below her, unknown, the bottom hemisphere transformed again. A new room was building.
The sphere waited.
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Lorelei asks Michael for a favor.
This story started out being a present for a lady friend but ended up being a fantasy for me.
My first shot at this – It was really fun to write >_<
I’ve never written anything like this or posted anything publicly before, but I’m considering putting these experiences into an e-book and publishing it, so I’d really welcome everyone’s feedback.
Blonde Newscaster takes a Terrible Journey
There’s not much sex in here, just plot. If you remember the original story, you’ll notice that I begin to diverge a bit from it here. Nothing drastic, but I do change the intentions of some minor characters. I thought the way one character reacts to Yavara was a little unrealistic given his situation.
Part 3 summary: After finding out that Yavara is the Dark Queen, Elena makes love to her and turns into a hermaphroditic hybrid of dark and high-elf. The gang is beset upon by Highland rescue agents when trying to escape Ardeni, and they are separated from Elena and Brock. Yavara leverages King Dreus to recognize her sovereignty. Leveria, learning of Yavara’s true fate, frames her mother and unwittingly subverts her beloved father to become queen of the Highlands.
A closet CD gets a bigger surprise from his sister
This is an account of a very unexpected and nhorny ight that I had a few weeks ago.
It all started when my wife Barbara began having Friday nights out with Mary. Mary is our next-door neighbour. She is married to Ken. We had been on friendly terms (though nothing more) with Mary and Ken since we moved in to the house when we married, almost 2yrs ago.
They are considerably older than us…… Ken is 51, Mary is 48; I am 27 and Barbara is 23. I think from the outset, partly because of the age differences, Mary and Ken took us ‘under their wing’….they helped us with our moving-in, and Ken lent me tools that I needed and helped me with some car repairs. They also introduced us to lots of other people in the village. Both are very outgoing, especially Mary who is also a very good looking lady, quite slim with fairly large breasts, looks much younger than her years, and attracts a lot of male attention. Mary quickly noticed that my Barbara is quite shy, and for the last few months has been trying to get her to come out of her shell. She encouraged Barbara to wear sexier, more revealing clothes; although Barbara was quite reluctant at first, partly I think because she has very small breasts……’small but cute’ I tell her!!
So for the last 6 months, ever since Christmas really, when Mary bought Barbara a really short, backless black dress for New Year’s Eve, which she did eventually wear, after having a few drinks for ‘dutch courage’, and she had a whale of a time. All the men seemed to be queueing up at midnight to give Barbara kisses, and probably because of the drinks she returned the favours. I was slightly shocked by her behaviour as this was most unlike her……..but I was also turned on. The more the other men kissed her, the bigger my erection grew and when Mary pulled me close for a kiss, she could feel the stiffness in my groin. She told me ‘Barbara is just letting her hair down’ and that ‘I can tell it turns you on to watch your sexy wife being enjoyed by other men, doesn’t it!!’ she said, laughing.
Well things were quiet afterwards until the start of spring, when one night in bed Barbara announced that Mary had invited her out on Friday night, “Just a few girls and a couple of drinks at the pub”, I thought nothing more of it until early evening Friday when Barbara came downstairs looking ravishing. She’d done her nails, put her hair up in a style which left her cute neck all bare, and she was wearing THAT black dress. She explained she didn’t want to look frumpy next to Mary, who always seemed to dress sexy. So I laughed and told her she would have no such problem!! Then Mary arrived and they were off.
It was almost 1 a.m. whan Barbara returned, slightly worse for wear. I could tell she’d had more alcohol than she should, her hair was messed, the zip on the side of her black dress was partially undone and she had a couple of red marks on the side of her neck. I tried to ask about her evening, but it was obvious she just wanted to sleep, so I undressed her and put her to bed. She went out like a light.
Saturday morning we woke late, and chatted in bed…… I asked about the previous evening, and at first she seemed reluctant to tell me much…. eventually she told me how the night had started ok, there were four wives all from the village and they had a couple of drinks and a good laugh…… then, she said, two younger looking men came into the pub (Barbara hadn’t seen them before, she didn’t think they were from our village) and came almost immediately over to their table. They obviously knew Mary and the other 2 wives as they shouted welcomes across and the ladies all greeted the men with hugs and rather strong kisses. Mary then introduced Barbara to the 2 men, Tom and Doug, and told them ‘take care with Barbara, she’s newly wed and still innocent’ to which they all laughed. Tom said ‘well she won’t be innocent for long’ and put his arms round Barbara and gave her a kiss that she said ‘made my legs go weak’. Then all 6 sat down and carried on the partying. Barbara noticed though that Mary had sat on Tom’s knee after the introductions, and that fairly quickly Tom had placed his hand on Mary’s thigh. Soon his hand was caressing up her thigh and then was progressing under Mary’s skirt. At this point Mary’s legs seemed to part slightly and her skirt rode up even more. Barbara could now see Tom’s hand touching the crotch of Mary’s panties, and Mary wasn’t even flinching!! Barbara said she couldn’t stop watching and that she could feel between her own legs a growing dampness. Then suddenly Doug grabbed her hand, and pulled her from her seat, saying “I don’t think we have been properly introduced yet, have we!”. He encouraged Barbara to sit astride his knee. He then took her face in his hands and put his lips to hers……. she was overcome by the situation, and the suddenness of it all, so that when Doug’s tongue brushed against her lips, they parted slightly and allowed him access……..
The hot kisses were only broken by Tom’s voice announcing that it was time to move to his apartment before they got thrown out…….”Good idea” Mary said, “let’s go have some real fun!”
A short taxi ride later, and they were entering Tom’s large batchelor pad……. Tom, who had his arm around Mary and one of the other wives quickly disappeared into one of the bedrooms, and Doug said “c’mon ladies, we’ll have the other”. Barbara told Doug she couldn’t go into the bedroom with him, that would be breaking her marriage vows, but June, the other young wife said “just sit on the bed then and watch us fuck”. Doug pulled them both into the bedroom…….June quickly unzipped her skirt, as Doug removed his shirt and then June dropped to her knees in front of Doug and as she unbuttoned the front of his jeans she said “I’ve been longing to suck your big cock all week”…….Barbara let out a gasp as she saw what June had her hand round ……..”It was long and thick, enormous in fact, and it wasn’t fully hard yet” she said. June said “ok Barbara, you don’t have to fuck, but lay on the bed with us, you can kiss Doug and let him feel your tits while I get him really hard”………Barbara said she lay down on the bed, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself……..she kissed with Doug…..deep, french-kisses….her dress was loosened and his hand was caressing her flesh, squeezing her nipples……
June, totally naked now lifted her mouth from the swollen cock and said “My married cunt enjoys breaking it’s vows,… just watch Barbara,… as I commit adultery”…….”look Barbara, can you see his cockhead opening me up….. it’s going in…… slowly Doug…….slowly…. that’s it……..your’e much bigger than my husband……. ooooh! that’s poking me much deeper than he does…. and it feels sooo good….sooo wicked…….ooooh, he’s going to make me cummmmm………”
Barbara, by now totally immersed in the sights and sounds of the fucking taking place in front of her, was so exited sexually that she was teetering on the edge of her own climax…….Doug was leaving traces of his saliva on my wife’s lips, neck, and nipples as he thrust his swollen cock deeper, ever deeper, into June’s loving cunt…… he was seeking his own payoff now………he felt the increase of tension in his cock as his semen gathered, and his lips started sucking harder at the soft skin on Barbara’s neck, almost biting her now, the semen shooting along the shaft of his cock………….Doug climaxed, pulsating stream after stream of spunk into the back of June’s cunt; June climaxed as she felt herself being inseminated; and with Doug’s teeth on her neck and his fingers sending ripples of pleasure through Barbara’s tits……. she climaxed…….my wife climaxed…..with another man.
Barbara, after confessing all this to me, burst into tears and hugged me, apologising for almost being unfaithful….”I was so close to doing it with Doug, so close to letting him fuck me…I almost wanted him to fuck me, I am so sorry, so sorry”. I told her I loved her, and that I was glad she hadn’t fucked him…..but…..but…….that if she had fucked him………..it wouldn’t…. have been the end of the world…….I would still love her.
She said that afterwards, after the fucking, when June and her were in the taxi on the home, she asked June about her husband……what would he say…. if June told him…… what would he say about her, having a lover?
June just replied “he knows…he knows and he loves it….he will be waiting for me when I get home…. he will ask me to tell him about tonight…..he loves to hear about me fucking…. he will take me to bed, he won’t want me to shower and he will fuck me as I tell him how I climaxed on Doug’s cock!!!” June then went on to tell my wife “Mary and her husband are the same, you know…..Mary has fucked Tom tonight, and she will stay all night in his bed, she won’t be home till maybe lunchtime…but when she gets home, her husband will want to kiss her, will want to see the trails of spunk on her legs, will want to take her upstairs and give her a good fucking as she tells him about her adventures.”
She then asked me ….”can this be true? can a husband allow his wife to have an affair? can a husband WANT her to fuck other men??” She waited a moment for my answer……..”I don’t know…..I love you……but I did get hot when you told me about your little night-out….. I don’t know how I would feel IF YOU HAD fucked Doug or Tom…….but I think now it would be exciting……for you to be able to come home and tell me all about it…..”
So, that’s where we are now……..it’s Friday night……well Saturday morning actually……I can’t sleep………she’s gone out with Mary and June and one of the other young wives…….she said they’re just going to the pub for a few drinks,………. and some fun……………………………………………………………..
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At first I expect the good doctor to come back with more heavily armed guards and pay me back for trying to attack him. The next person to come into the room is the nurse Christina subjugated. He has a large tray of food and says to me
The doctor thought Christina could use some food
Yes I’m sure she would
Were is she
I point at her and he looks stunned.
Wha… what happened to her
She is guiding new members of our species along.
Is that permanent
Hahaha no she will turn back to normal once the Jennifer and the guard have changed. I will need to see how this transformation has affected her.
With that he leaves and the next two days no one but him enters or exits, and he only to bring food. On the morning of the third day I hear the door open and expect the nurse to walk in when instead a woman wearing a doctor’s coat walks in.
Hello and who might you be.
I’m doctor smith
Well it’s a pleasure to meet such a beautiful young lady in this dreary hospital
Save it I’m here to examine you and Christina
She begins to examine me and I play along for a bit and take a good look at her. Though I had noticed it when she walked in I still found her size to be peculiar. She couldn’t have been more that 5 ft tall. I would have guessed 4ft 11in. She definitely had Asian in her back ground. If I was to guess I would a one quarter. She was well proportioned for her size. Large A cups possible small B’s. Her ass was firm and she had those cute Asian facial features. After about a minute I decided to make small talk.
So why are you a doctor doing this examination when only nurses have been doing them?
This seemed to make her nervous but she still answered my question.
Punishment for disagreeing with Doctor Steven’s
Ah so you pissed off the head doctor and now you’re paying the price.
Basically
What was the disagreement about?
You
Could you be more specific?
A couple of my colleagues and I thought that instead of turning you into a weapon we should be using your DNA to cure diseases.
Ah so he is getting rid of the ones that don’t disagree with him
How did you know all of the others that agreed with me have been transferred?
A hunch. How many test subjects are left?
None actually Doctor Steven’s said we would have to find new…subjects
Finally sinking in hmm
She gave a half hearted laugh at that and started toward the door
You haven’t examined Christina
I’ll do it later
You have to know there not going to let you out
Y… you don’t that
Yes I do if doctor Steven’s wasn’t giving you to me then you would have had guard come in with you. Don’t worry I’m not going to turn you into a monster till you’ve done something for me.
Your letting me go
I started toward her she bolted for the door and started screaming
Open the door! Help!
When no one answered she just stood there till I was right behind her. She knew I was right behind her she could hear me breathing and could feel it on her neck. When I noticed her start to shake I whispered
Don’t worry your going to love this
She stood there waiting for the inevitable when I reached out and caressed her neck she cringed and gasped
You need to relax this will be much more enjoyable if you do
You said you were going to let me go
No I said I wasn’t going to turn you into a monster I’m going to have my fun with you first though.
She was still facing the door and let out a whimper when I smelled her hair. When I started to take off her lab coat she resisted, so I pinned her to the door.
Find when I’m done I’ll throw you out to the guards naked.
I cut the back of her lab coat to shreds with a few swipes of my claws. Still she didn’t turn around. I decided to take her right against the door and let the guards hear her screams of ecstasy. I ripped her shirt off and few well place cuts on her pants and they were on the floor. Now only in her bra, panties, and the torn up remains of her lab coat she was visibly shaking expecting the next claw to rend flesh or a tentacle to penetrate her.
I’m going to enjoy hearing you beg for my touch.
Still she didn’t turn around. I grabbed her arm and spun her around. Then I realized the true reason she was trembling in was in anticipation not fright.
Hahaha someone is a horny little slut
Shut up no I’m not
O your pussy would disagree it’s practically begging to be fucked
Stop…stop staring
I get on my knees which put me about mid stomach on her so I lifted her up and put her legs on my shoulders. I lick her pussy through her panties to get a taste.
Delicious
St..stop its dirty down there
Haha then let me clean you
With that I cut the sides of her panties off and started to lick her pussy. I was going to have a lot of fun with this little freak. As I licked her she seemed to be arguing with her herself with the passion drunk side of her mind saying yes or deeper. Then her minds logical side saying no, stop, and trying to push my face away from her pussy. After a few minutes of this the logical part of her mind must have lost because she quite her half hearted protests and tried to pull me closer to her already smothered pussy. As I pushed my tongue deeper her moans turned to screams and I release the chemical that would dilate her cervix as she has her first orgasm. Her body shakes and her pussy squeezes my tongue. When she finally relaxes I move her legs off my shoulders and pin her against the door. She wraps both arms around my head
Fuck me I want to feel you inside of me
I gladly oblige her and shove my cock into her still dripping pussy. When I got to her cervix the chemical had already done most of the work so one powerful thrust and I was inside of her womb.
I saw the video of what you did to the other two girls. It got me so hot I had to leave the room.
Ah so that why you were already horny you knew what was coming and you couldn’t wait to know what it felt like.
I began to slowly pull of her. It must have been agonizing for her because she tried to back up to encourage my upcoming thrust but the steel door wasn’t moving. When I finally only had the head of my cock in her pussy I stop. I eyes begged for me to thrust while mine ordered her to wait for me to impale her. When her hips began to squirm I buried my full length into her. I’m sure the guards her not only heard her scream but heard the reverberations through the door. I decided I had teased her enough and began to fuck her at a steady pace. Keeping my thrusts strong at first then increasing the speed and lighting them as the pace increased. Her eyes closed and she held on to me for all she was worth. Her screams of ecstasy kept pace with my thrusts till her eyes and mouth open in a silent scream. I felt her pussy tighten as she came. She kept silent till her orgasm had faded and another started to build she got out a few grunts and moans before the building orgasm hit her the only difference this time was that her eyes started to roll into the back of her head and with one powerful thrust I buried myself in her and held her still as she came. It took her a couple of minute to recover from her duel orgasms. When I notice the light of conciseness in her eyes I said
You really are enjoying your self ahh… I never did get your first name.
Victoria
Well Victoria its time I put your mouth to good use.
I picked her up threw her over my shoulder as I made my way to the bed. Once I had thrown her onto the bed I grabbed her by the hair and shoved my cock into her mouth. As she sucked my dick I started to immobilize her with four of my largest tentacles, and release a numbing agent to repress her gag reflex. I let her do her own thing for a few minutes then grab the back of her head and force my cock down her throat. Once she realizes that she won’t gag or puck she begins to experiment with her new found ability to deep throat. She was just going all the way down and then all the way off my cock at first then she took my whole length in and started to swallow effectively milking the half of my cock down her throat. The tentacle that secured her legs had an unused foot so I sent it to fuck her pussy. So now while she wasn’t trying to swallow my dick she was moaning and the vibrations felt incredible. After a few minutes of this I felt balls start clench and grabbed the back of her head as I came down her throat. She pulled off my dick after I was finished cuming and said
You really enjoyed that didn’t you?
What can I say your dick sucking skills are unquestionable
I turned her around laid her face down on the bed and positioned my cock at her rectum
This if for being a sarcastic little slut
I buried all 10 inches of my cock into her ass in one thrust and because of the lack of lubrication I’m certain everyone in the facility heard her scream. I thought her pussy was pretty tight but her ass was a vice.
You ever been fuck in the ass before
No you the first
I pulled out as gently as I could but asshole was already raw. When I pulled out I sent one of my tentacles in to lubricate it so as to minimize further damage, and as soon as the tentacle was out I shoved my cock back in. This scream was only half from the pain. I twisted two of my tentacles around each other and had them fuck her pussy. Soon the fucking of her pussy and her ass getting accustomed to my girth had her enthralled. My tentacle were alternating there thrusts so as one was pulling out the other was pushing in, but she was pushing back against my thrusts into her tight ass. I used another tentacle to fill her only empty hole. She eagerly started sucking on it. With her mouth pussy and ass all filled and the tentacle massaging squeezing and in some cases caressing all over her body it didn’t take long for her cum. As her body tensed and her holes tightened I didn’t relent I kept pound so that one orgasm soon because two then three. With her ass griping my dick like a vice, her pussy twitching on the two tentacles, and her mouth and throat vibrating from her attempts to scream. I soon found myself at my own limit, and as I prepared to fill her with the concoction I had prepared for her. I slapped her and forced her conciseness to the surface. I whispered in her ear
Are you listening?
She responds by nodding her head
You are going to help me and the others escape when you get cleared by the doctor Steven’s talk to the nurse that bring in the food the two of you will have to plan it out.
With that I released a torrent of cum into her body, and as my hot cum fills her she has one final orgasm. The pleasure must have been unimaginable because she passed out in the middle of it. The doctor had timed this very well, because on sooner had I finished with Victoria. The two inside of Christina had finished their transformations. He had just assumed I would immediately replace the two of them with Victoria. The guard was the first to come out. At first I was worried about the drop but before he didn’t one of Christina’s tentacles grabbed him and lowered him to the floor. Jennifer was much the same, but as soon as she was on the ground Christina began to revert back to her smaller size. The supports that where holding her up detached as she shrunk and soon only her former wings were holding her up, and when they slipped out of the holes they were in she fell. By the time I caught her she was back to her original size.
Hello you thanks for catching me.
She kissed me and motioned for me to put her down once we were finished and I said
No problem
As I laid her on the ground and she motioned the former guard over. He had had time to recover and moved over to her. Jennifer was still in a daze, and as I mounted her he mounted Christina. We searched the newest members of our species for flaws and I wasn’t analyzing the guard but Christina had done an excellent job with Jennifer. Now that that was finished I was about to see how the transformation had affected Christina when Doctor Steven’s and six armed guards entered the room.
What’s going on hear. Why didn’t you mutate Doctor Smith and have Christina guide her along like the others?
I don’t want her
You what! You are not in a position to turn down anyone I give you.
Ha apparently I am.
It’s going to take at least three days to get more test subjects in now you will take Doctor Smith.
No I wont you can leave her in here if you want but I just have my fun with her she doesn’t have anything I need accept a tight pussy. You should give her a try though I doubt you’ll do anything for her now that she has had me.
Fine, guard take doctor smith to one of the examination rooms I want to see what he has done to her, and separate these four.
Sir we only have two room that are able to hold the test subjects all of the other wouldn’t be able to hold them.
Very well Christina and Jonathan in the other room and leave Jennifer in here
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The continuing adventures of Benjamin into the wonderful world of sex studies with his best friend and tutor “Samantha” and her many friends. In this part, Benjamin has to deal with his old auntie, and the encounter turns out quite differently than he expected..
Lily, Olivia’s sister finds the ghost and the Midnight Shade wishes to greet her to the new house.
This is an introduction – I’d apreciate some feedback as to weather I should expand it?