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MAN FLYING KITE WITH SON

A man was trying to show his son how to fly a kite, but he could not get it to stay in flight. Observing the problem, his wife yelled out the window, “Honey, you need more tale.”
He yells back, “Yeah, right, last night you told me to go fly a kite.”

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The Pizza Girl: Chapter 1

Hi this is my first time trying to write this stuff down but i figured i might as well give it a shot. This is all a true story, I hope you enjoy reading it nearly as much as I enjoyed living it hahaha.

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It wasn’t like I had any choice in the matter. She had decided how things were to go and that was that.

bonding with daddy

Bonding with Daddy
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I remember my dad waking me from a sound sleep. It was summer and I was wearing low cut white cotton panties and a silky pink top that I had been wearing for years. It started out as a crop top, and as I grew the top got shorter and shorter. Mom always fussed at me for keeping it, saying that as a 14-year-old, I had outgrown it several years ago, but I loved that top. It was so comfortable. I was sleeping on my back since it was very warm, and my top was bunched up high on my chest.
I remember feeling my dad’s big, rough hand on my bare stomach, lightly shaking me out of my deep sleep. I don’t know if I was fully covered by that top or not. I just remember he was in a hurry. “Melanie,” dad said softly, but with a sense of urgency, “wake up hon. I have to take your mother to the hospital and I need to get you dressed and dropped off at grandma’s on the way.” Trying to shake the sleep from my eyes, I looked up and asked excitedly, “Is mom having the baby?” Dad smiled sweetly and shook his head, “Yes, sweetheart, she is ready to have the baby.”
I leaped up from the bed and threw my arms around my dad’s neck. As I rose up and twisted my body around to throw myself in his arms, he brought his arm around to put under me. I caught my left knee on the covers and my right knee landed on dad’s leg instead of wrapping around his waist as I intended. His hand slid up the underside of my thigh and his big hand landed right on my pussy. My weight shifted on to his hand, acting to grind myself on his big, rough hand. My hands went forward to his big shoulders to steady myself, so I was bent forward and my top hung loose from my body. Since I never wore a bra to bed, daddy had a clear view down my front with my youthful titties hanging free.
I squirmed on his hand and daddy pressed up trying to keep me from falling. My squirming and his lifting up caused electricity to flow. I had never felt such feelings before. My chest being fully exposed to him also added to the erotic excitement of the moment. If felt like minutes that I was suspended with my young pussy grinding on my daddy’s big hand and my young titties swaying free under his gaze, but it was probably only seconds. He put me down on the floor. My knees were weak, my breathing hard. My panties were damp.
As daddy got up I noticed a large bulge in his pants, and I wondered what might be in his pocket to make such a big lump. Daddy grabbed a t-shirt and pair of jeans from my closet and threw them in my direction. I pulled off my top and panties without thinking. Daddy turned around and looked at me, and I suddenly realized I was standing in front of him naked. I didn’t know what to do. Should I try to cover myself, if so how, and with what?
I looked down at daddy’s pants and I now realized I was giving my daddy a hard on. In an instant, I went from feeling scared to feeling aroused. From a confused and vulnerable little girl to a sexy young woman. Daddy was proof. He wasn’t looking at me as his little girl, not now, not with a big erection in his pants. Slowly I picked up the t-shirt and jeans, holding them to my sides so as not to cover my body. “Uh, daddy,” I said boldly, “don’t you think I need to put on some underwear first?” “Oh, yeah, yeah,” daddy stammered, reaching for my dresser. I fought back an impulse to laugh. He was so cute. I was actually embarrassing my dad. But he liked what he saw; I knew that by his reaction, by his cock getting so hard.
Daddy pulled a pair of panties from the top dresser drawer and tossed them to me. He watched me closely as I bent over and slowly slid the panties over my legs. I stood there with only my panties on, and I could feel my nipples were hard as a rock. Daddy didn’t hide his gaze as his eyes fixed on my little panty covered mound and went up to my exposed titties. “Don’t you think I should put on a bra before I go to grandma’s?” I asked, gesturing to my exposed titties. “I am old enough to wear a bra, don’t you think? Or don’t you think I need one?” Daddy wasn’t ready for that discussion. His face turned bright red and he fumbled through my dresser drawers. I walked over and put my hand on his arm and said, “I’m sorry, daddy” as I reached in and took a bra out of the drawer, “I didn’t mean to put it that way.”
As I slowly put on my bra, daddy looked at me and said, “I’m sorry I haven’t noticed you growing up so fast.” Hooking my bra, I reached up and put my arms around his neck and whispered, “I’m just glad you like what you see.” He stood in the middle of my bedroom as I finished getting dressed, and we left for grandma’s house. Later in the afternoon dad came back to grandma’s house to pick me up. Mom had delivered a baby boy, a little brother. Dad called right after the delivery and said he would come by to pick me up and take me to the hospital to see mom and my new little brother.
When dad picked me up I said, “Dad, can you take me by home before we go to the hospital?” “Why, hon?” dad asked. “I want to take a shower and get dressed,” I replied, “I don’t want to go there in a dirty t-shirt and old jeans.” Dad looked at me and smiled, “Okay. I guess my little girl is growing up and wants to look nice.” I ran into the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and jumped in to the shower. I was hoping dad would be changing clothes while I was showering and getting dressed. I got out of the shower, dried off, and wrapped a towel around my naked body. I made sure the towel wasn’t too high, and that I had an opening in just the right place.
I walked in to daddy’s bedroom just as he was getting in to his shower. I walked in to his bathroom, took off my towel, and sat at mom’s dressing table, naked. I looked over her make-up. Mom had showed me how to put on just enough make up to look good without putting on too much. I took my time, waiting for dad to come out of the shower. When I heard dad turn off the shower, I turned the small table mirror so I could see him at waist level, and hopefully he wouldn’t notice what I was looking at. I put my arms in the air as if I was fooling with my hair. I wanted him to see me naked, and get a good look. I heard the shower door open and looked in my small mirror. I saw what I was looking for.
His thick cock was dangling, limp in front of his huge ball sac. I acted like I was fighting with something in my hair and tried to make my young, round titties bounce. I noticed daddy’s cock getting larger, thicker, and beginning to rise. It was so exciting to know I was causing him to have that reaction. “Melanie,” dad said with surprise in his voice, “what are you doing in here?” Dad was reaching for a towel, which made his beautiful erection wave like a huge flagpole. “Oh, dad,” I said, trying to act surprised, “I thought I could put on some make up before you finished your shower.” I stood up and faced him so he could get another good long look at my naked body. I loved the effect it was having on him. I was normally shy about my body, but in front of daddy, I wanted him to look at me, to stare at me, to want me. I was so excited. “You, you, uh, better get dressed,” daddy said, his voice strained.
I went back to my room and put on a new sundress mom bought for me our last visit to the mall. It had a thin string halter around the neck, and no back. It was kind of gathered up front to give some support to my titties, and narrowed around my little waist and was tight around my hips. I had hemmed the length so it was very, very short. I started to go without panties, but slipped on a low cut pair of white panties instead.
While riding in the front seat of the car, I turned my legs to face daddy. I kept pulling my skirt up higher and opening my knees a little at a time. I tried to look away from him, hoping he would look up my skirt. We parked and walked in to the hospital and I put my arm in his and held on to him tightly. I made sure my titties brushed against his arm as much as possible. My thoughts turned away from daddy when I saw mom and my new little brother. We had a wonderful visit. I overheard mom talking to daddy while I was holding little Nathan. She said, “John, I want you to spend some time with Melanie before I come home with the baby. This will be a difficult time for her, and you need to try to make her feel special. She needs to feel loved, and that the baby will not replace her place in your heart.” John leaned over and said, “Melanie has been acting differently, and now I guess it makes sense. Its as if she can’t get close enough to me. I’m not sure quite how to respond.” Mom said, “Don’t avoid her John, embrace her. Let her get close to you, let her know she is loved and that she has a special place in your heart.”
On the way out of the hospital, daddy put his arm around my waist and told me how much he loved me. I felt so warm and good. In the car, I pulled my skirt all the way up and opened my legs even wider. Daddy took us out to dinner and I imagined we were on a date. He was so handsome, so kind. I wish it could go on forever. When we got home I asked, “Daddy, can I stay up a little bit and watch TV with you?” “Sure hon,” daddy replied. I went to my bedroom and took off my dress. I wanted to go to the living room and jump on daddy’s lap naked, but I just didn’t have enough nerve. I put on my little sheer crop top that I sleep in and walked in to the living room with only my sheer top and panties on.
Daddy looked at me as I walked in and I jumped in his lap. We snuggled together and watched TV. I tried to move around some and get him to put his hands on my legs and stuff. I even put my arms around his neck and snuggled his neck. Daddy was not melting like I hoped he would. After an hour, I went to bed. I heard daddy go to bed, and then kept hearing noises from his bedroom. I walked down the hallway and looked in to his bedroom. Daddy was sitting on the side of the bed, his big cock was hard and he was slamming his fist up and down its length real hard. His cock was red and he was grunting while he was working on it. I needed to do something.
I went back in to the hallway and called out his name, “Daddy?” I heard movement in his bedroom, and he responded, “Yeah, baby.” Quickly I took off my top and panties, and took a deep breath. I opened the door all the way and walked in, trying to look sleepy. “I can’t sleep,” I announced as I slowly walked in to daddy’s bedroom, completely naked. Daddy was lying under a sheet, and he looked wide-awake. I walked to the side of the bed, lifted the sheet a little, and asked, “Is it okay if I sleep with you tonight?” I could feel daddy’s eyes roaming up and down my youthful body. My breathing was hard, my nipples erect. I could hear him breathing now, a hard raspy breathing. I felt so nasty, so erotic, so turned on. This was wrong, I knew it, but I had to do it. I felt an attraction I could not resist.
Without waiting for an answer, I pulled the sheet down further and climbed the bed. Daddy’s eyes went from my young, firm titties to my pussy. My legs parted as I climbed in the bed and he was looking at my delicate, virgin pussy. I could feel the heat from his eyes, and from his breath. As I pulled the sheet down it came off daddy’s body, revealing his thick, hard cock. His hand was still wrapped around the shaft, which was red and swollen. I reached out with my arms and fell into his warm embrace.
Daddy pulled me down and under him as he rolled his body on top of mine. He pulled my arms high up over my head and kissed me hard on the lips. I felt daddy’s thick tongue curl around mine as he pressed his open mouth to mine. His rough hands ran up my sides to my titties, which were pressed tightly against his chest. He rose slightly to allow his hands to slide between our bodies and he squeezed my young titties together, and rolled my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. His rough treatment of my tender titties hurt, but was exciting also. I could feel his knees press between my legs and push up and outward, spreading my legs apart. His hands slid out from between our bodies and he grabbed under my knees and pulled my legs up high and apart. He pulled me apart just as his mouth left mine and I gasped out loud, both from trying to breath and from having my legs pushed apart so far so quickly.
I reached up and held on the headboard of the bed. Daddy quickly kissed and licked down my neck to my titties. He put his lips around one of my extended nipples and pulled and sucked at the same time. I gasped again. I never had anyone do that before. One hand began to fondle my other titty and another hand reached between my legs and began to rub my pussy. I remember hollering out loud and squirming, I couldn’t lay still with daddy sucking my titties and rubbing my pussy.
I felt daddy adjusting his position in the bed and I felt his enormous cock fall on my lower belly. It felt like a telephone pole, it was so big and hard. I became scared. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so open. Naked, my legs spread apart, and daddy on top of me like an animal. I knew there was no stopping him now, even I wanted to. I felt daddy rubbing his thick cock head up and down my wet slit. Each time he brushed against my clit I hollered.
Finally, I started begging him for it, “Please, daddy, please let me have it.” I felt completely out of control. I didn’t know what I was asking for, but my body knew it desired, needed, what daddy had in his hand. “Fuck me daddy, please, fuck me!” I hollered as I arched my back. Daddy pushed his thick cock head between my virgin pussy lips and pushed. I screamed as I felt his thick cock plow through my tender outer lips. “AAAuuuughhhhh!!!” I screamed. Daddy put his hands under my butt, squeezed, and pulled me towards his body. He pulled and pushed again, sliding his thick cock even deeper into my virgin opening. I was screaming at every breath now. Daddy felt his cock head hit my maidenhead.
“I’m going to take your cherry now baby” daddy grunted. I didn’t hear anything except my daddy grunting like an animal in heat. In fact, we were both consumed by our passion. “Fuck me daddy, give it to me, give it all to me!” I begged. Stirred by my pleas, daddy pushed his huge cock past my maidenhead and buried his cock deep into my virgin womb. “AAAAAuuuuuuughhhhhhhh!!!” I screamed again. Daddy was in all the way. I squirmed and squirmed as his thick cock burned as it tore through my tender body. My squirming only excited daddy more as he kept pulling on my firm little butt and plowing his cock into me harder and harder. “Oh, yeah, daddy,” I grunted every time I felt his cock hit my insides again. Harder and faster, “ughh, uggh, uggh” daddy kept plowing his big cock into my pussy.
Finally, he grunted again and I could feel his entire body tighten up. His hot cum shot like a fire hose, scalding my tender pussy walls. Over and over again, daddy shot loads of cum deep into my womb. I think I managed to bond with daddy that day.
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Sexual Healing – Part Three

The bottoms of the dark silken pajamas hung low on Kim’s full hips, accentuating the wonderful flare from her trim waist to her fullbuttocks. Her ass twitched enticingly through the material and Connie stopped in the bedroom doorway to watch and savor.
How can she be so beautiful and sexy? Connie thought. She barely noticed the room’s furnishings — the dresser and armoire, the plush rug, the floor-to-ceiling drapes — because her eyes focused on the queen-size bed and the woman standing before it and turning to face her.
Kim raised her arms to Connie and the petite ballet instructor wasted no time in going to her — and those fabulous breasts. She took one in each hand and hefted them, then bent and mouthed each huge nipple. When both were thoroughly slicked, Connie stretched up on her tiptoes and began rubbing her own engorged nozzles against Kim’s unusual nipples. The sensation of nipples against nipples sent shivers of pleasure through her lithe little frame. She slowly dropped to her knees, her tongue out and busy on the firm, indrawn flesh of Kim’s tummy as she pulled the pajama bottoms down and for the first time saw Kim completely naked.
The hairs around Kim’s cunt were like those on her head — reddish blonde and abundant. Her thighs were pale and full with their firm youth. Connie pushed Kim back and the younger woman sat on the bed, letting Connie part her thighs and lick from her knees to her crotch and back down.
Connie felt transported by what she was doing — electrified. She felt all the tiny, soft hairs on her forearms standing up as if a current was running through her. Something about the musky, post-workout scent of this young woman — so long desired — and the tautness of her pale flesh tingled through her entire body. Every part of her seemed to vibrate of its own accord and in harmony with every other part of her physique. She wanted to return pleasure for pleasure a hundred-fold and immerse herself in sybaritic abandon.
Kim’s scent was rich, almost intoxicating. No matter how much Connie wanted to delay and tease, as she licked and nibbled those trembling, smooth thighs, she was drawn inexorably back to moist center of her lover’s lush furred cunt.
With a moan of surrender, Connie spread Kim’s labia. The lips were thick and prominent and all the more so for being swollen with lust. The juices glistened brightly, even in the low light filtering into the bedroom from the open door to the living room. At the apex of her pussy lips was the protruding nodule of Kim’s swollen clitoris.
With thumb and forefingers holding wide Kim’s cunt lips, Connie blew softly across the pink opening glimpsed within. She saw Kim’s cunt contract automatically and watched the little lift and hump of her engorged clit. It was almost as if the small bundle of nerve-covered flesh was leaping upward to capture more of Connie’s hot breath.
She couldn’t wait any longer.
Connie ducked her head forward and licked out with the tip of her tongue, a long, slow, savory tasting of the juicy valley. Kim moaned and shuddered and Connie felt her hands come down to grip her dark-curled head and pull her closer.
She opened her mouth wide and dropped it down over Kim’s cunt, covering the entire area with her hot oral cavity. She felt Kim’s thighs quiver and slowly press down on her head and ears, trapping her there. Connie released her finger-hold on Kim’s cunt lips and began licking and sucking and — yes, even chewing (carefully) for all she was worth. As she slipped her hands under Kim’s taut ass cheeks, she stiffened her tongue and pressed as far into Kim’s cunt as she could reach, enjoying the way Kim tried to capture her pink mouth muscle with her eager cunt. She drew back until she held only the swollen knob of Kim’s clit in her lips and then sucked on it mightily — all the way swiping the tip of her tongue back and forth as rapidly and lightly as she could.
Kim’s shuddering became a frantic, desperate bucking. Her rounded hips humped up off the bed and she shook as if having a fit. Connie could barely hear the moan rise in volume and pitch until it became a shrill wail of pleasure, total and abandoned. She hung suspended like that for long moments while Connie continued teasing at and toying with her tortured clit, unrelentingly driving her farther and farther in her orgasm. Connie simultaneously slid one hand farther beneath her lovely blonde lover and speared her with a forefinger driven into the spasming clutches of Kim’s cunt and an index finger, slicked by copious overflow of lusty lubrications, wedging its way into the fearsome constrictions of Kim’s almost virgin anus.
Kim’s scream was clearly audible to Connie, even through the muffling effect of Kim’s shaking thighs. She wriggled both fingers and felt her young lover stiffen in utter surrender.
Suddenly, Kim fell back to the bed, writhing and shaking and moaning in pleasure. Connie knew the symptoms and knew what was needed. She quickly disentangled herself and crawled up on the bed next to Kim and they lavished desperate kisses and hugs upon each other.
“Oh, so sweet, so sweet, I’d forgotten how sweet,” Kim babbled as she caressed and squeezed Connie. She rolled Connie onto her side in the circle of her arms and two embraced, twining their thighs and rubbing pussies against legs as their hands made free and savored each other’s charms.
The sweetness became leavened with renewed passion. Connie couldn’t stop marveling at the lush curves of her new lover and Kim wascaptivated by the taut, throbbing arousal of the older woman. As the minutes passed, Connie found herself trying to resist the temptation of Kim’s wondrous breasts and amazing nipples — and Kim found herself trying to resist the rich, sweet, musky aroma of Connie’s compact little bush and her tight cunt.
Connie kissed her way down Kim’s chest and began wallowing in the abundance of her breasts. Her lips found and latched onto Kim’s large nipples and then she was drawn lower…across the plane of the young woman’s taut belly and abdomen to her lush cunt. She tried to tease again, but couldn’t resist: Connie’s head ducked between Kim’s long, quivering thighs and she plastered her lips to Kim’s reddish-blonde thatch.
Not that Kim was passive.
Kim guided the smaller woman’s legs till they straddled her, reversed, and pulled Connie’s petite twat down onto her mouth — and feasted. She licked and sucked the entire region, all the time running her hands up and over the smaller woman’s tight ass and tiny waist. Her lips sealed over Connie’s swollen clit and labia and her tongue delved deep into her cunt.
Because of the disparity in their heights, the classic “69” simply wouldn’t work — if lips and tongues were to be fastened to cunnies and clits. But Kim had promised Connie a unique treat — and fulfilling that promise would also restore Connie’s thirsty mouth to Kim’s cunt.
Connie was dribbling her tongue over all over Kim’s smooth abdomen that she could reach — but it wasn’t enough. The curly thatch of reddish-blonde pubic hair beckoned her and the rich scent of Kim’s juices was a siren’s call. Her hands went around Kim’s hips and then clasped her magnificent buttocks. She squeezed hard enough to make the younger woman gasp against her cunt and then began pulling herself lower, relinquishing the delights of Kim’s tongue on her cunt for the satisfaction of feeling Kim’s well-oiled pussy under her lips.
Connie felt the abundant swells of Kim’s tits against her thighs as she wriggled lower. Then Kim was gripping her hips and shifting her… and she felt —
“AHHHH!”
Connie couldn’t restrain the cry of pleasure. She knew what was being done to her, though she’d never felt it before. Even as she buried her cries of pleasure against Kim’s savory cunt, she felt the larger, younger woman pressing her huge nipple in her cunt. The touch was so soft, yet so firm! An, more than that, the idea of it was sending her into paroxysms. The enormous, broad expanse of Kim’s unusual nipple was being rubbed back and forth over Connie’s immensely swollen clitoris and then jammed against the split of her trim pussy. Almost without thinking of it, Connie found her lips locked again around Kim’s pulsating pussy pout while her own hips were beginning to jerk uncontrollably. Connie knew herself and knew she was working up through a succession of smaller orgasms to a real, screaming whopper of a cum… and licked and sucked all the more fervently on her new lover’s cunt.
It was when she worked one hand a bit farther under Kim that the taller woman started to moan loudly. Connie’s fingers pressed against her cunt and Kim found herself almost involuntarily hunching her hips down, trying to capture the probing digits.
Connie rubbed the swollen cunt lips with one finger whilecontinuing to lick. When she sensed Kim couldn’t stand any more, she thrust the finger into Kim’s cunt and then hung on for dear life.
Kim rammed Connie’s little cunt down against her huge nipple and screamed her pleasure as she bucked and heaved. She held the smaller woman’s taut left ass cheek with a knuckle-whitening grip; her other hand squeezed her own tit just as hard and vibrated her enormous nipple area as hard and rapidly as she could against Connie’s swollen cunt.
Connie felt her orgasm swelling in her flat belly and thrust a second finger into Kim’s constricting cunt. The younger woman howled again and bucked for more, so Connie gave her a third — and then a fourth finger. She waggled the four digits inside Kimberly, feeling the juices ripple and flow — and then Connie was caught up in her own peak.
She ground her cunt down, down, down, trying to capture Kim’s gigantic nipple in her aching quim and shuddered with pleasure, moaning and writhing on the soft, lush curves of her overheated Sapphic lover.
After uncounted waves of pleasure had finally washing both of them, they collapsed, half-sobbing with relief, against each other. Connie somehow found the strength to reverse herself and welcomed Kim’s soft, cuddling. She happily, languorously licked her juices from Kim’s still huge nipple, and ten did the same for the other — “So it won’t feel left out,” she explained.
“Mmmmmm.”
Then she lay her head upon the pillows of Kim’s spectacular breasts and savored the gentle undulations of her breathing as Kim wrapped her arms about her.
When Connie stirred, Kim woke, too. Connie turned her face up for a kiss and it quickly became passionate. Kim’s nipples hardened quickly and Connie raced Kim’s. When the kiss finally ended, both were panting.
“I could do this forever,” Kim said, breathlessly.
“So could I — but I’d miss Jerry.” Connie giggled.
“Greedy, aren’t you?”
“I want it all!”
“If you had it all, would you share it?”
Connie’s smile faded slowly and became wistful. “I would but Jerry just isn’t interested. Hasn’t been, anyhow.”
“I didn’t mean it that way!”
Connie kissed her lightly on the chin. “Are you sure?”
Kim had a thoughtful expression for the next few moments. Then: “Maybe I did. It’s not a bad idea.”
“I think it’s a terrific idea.” Connie rolled onto her side and ran one hand lightly up and down over Kim’s abundant curves. “And you’d get to find out what it’s like to be really filled up.”
“You filled me up pretty good with your fingers. How many did you have in me?”
“Four.”
Kim rolled her eyes. “No wonder. I can never get more than three in me.”
“Mine are smaller. See?” She held up the accused fingers and wiggled.
“Sure, a little, but sometimes I think there’s something wrong with me. All I can think about is finding a guy with a big one — ”
“Who knows how to use it.”
“Right — but then I wonder if it could get it me. I mean, when I get turned on, it seems like I just squeeze and squeeze and — ” She giggled. Connie was nodded solemnly.
“I know. I felt. Guys must love it. But don’t worry — if a baby’s head will fit through there, anything will.”
“Maybe when I get a little older.”
“Has nothing to do with it. When I was in college, I was into a whole orgy scene for a while. One of the other girl was this sophomore, not much bigger than me — and she liked having a fist in her every now and then.”
Kim’s eyes widened. “A fist?”
“Uh-huh. I mean, first a couple of fingers, then more fingers, then the whole hand. When she really started cumming, she’d take a clenched fist and came so hard she actually lost consciousness a few times. It was kind of a strange turn-on to see a woman my size cumming while a big, hairy guy had his fist, wrist and part of his forearm reaming her out.” Connie shook her head, remembering. “I mean, she was so tight that usually it was hard work to get two fingers in her. But when she got going — once she had two guys at once in her vagina and loved it. And she was maybe nineteen at the time.”
She kissed Kim lightly on the nearest nipple. “Don’t worry, honey — you can take it…from the right guy.”
She sat up easily and arched her back. Kim couldn’t resist running one hand over Connie’s sleek back and the older woman purred, catlike, at the petting. Finally she stood and turned to look down at hermagnificently proportioned lover. “You know, I want to do this again.”
“And again.”
“And again.”
“Et cetera.”
“But it’s going to be hard keeping my pants dry when I see you in class.”
“If you get too moist, I’ll just have to do something about it.”
“Like take them off for me?”
Kim nodded. “When can we get together like this again?”
Connie cocked her hips and looked thoughtful. “This is Tuesday…You have any free nights later this week?”
Kim sat up smoothly, all her rich curve rippling beautifully. Connie was again fascinated by the lack of an swaying in Kim’s big breasts; they were so firm that they hardly bounced at all.
“Well, I have a wine-tasting party tomorrow night and Thursday I have a class at the New School.”
“What?”
Kim blushed slightly. “I’m studying a language.” She looked up to find Connie staring at her.
“Give.”
“Chinese.” She shrugged. “I’ve always been fascinated by the culture and country and traditions and someday I want to visit China.”
“Good! What about Friday?”
“Nothing so far.”
“Let’s you and I go out.” Connie’s eyes were sparkling.
“Sure. Where?”
“Shopping.”
“Huh?”
“I’m going to take you to a toy store — an adult toy store. Can you bring your car into Manhattan Friday?”
“I have to bring it in every day,” Kim groused. “What a pain in the ass.”
“I’ll bet it is. I’ll meet you in the Village. What time do you finish for the day?”
“Any time after five.”
“Fine. Have the car in a garage in the Village somewhere near West Fourth and Sixth Avenue. I’ll meet you at the Cornelia Street Cafe at six. I’ll be wearing a red rose, so you’ll recognize me with my clothes on.”
Kim laughed and stood and hugged her tightly. “I feel funny about going into a sex-aid store.”
“Relax, honey — I’ll protect you.”
“But — why?”
“I want to get us some toys. Like Joni’s Butterfly, and maybe some nice vibrators or dildos or both … and I want to be wicked!”
She said it with such a pixie-esh expression her face that Kimberly had to giggle and hug her again.
“Will you be wicked with me?” Kim asked.
“Count on it.”
“It’s a date!” Kim agreed.* * *
When Connie stepped into the house, she found Jerry sitting in the living room, staring at CNN. A snifter was on the end table next to his chair and the brandy bottle — half-empty — was next to it.
He didn’t look up at the sound of her entrance.
“Hi, husband.”
He hit the MUTE button on the TV’s remote control and turned. “Hello, wife.”
She walked over to him and bent at the waist to kiss him. The kiss lingered.
“I know that taste,” he said. His speech was still clear. “I take it you were successful.”
She doffed her coat and sat on the other part of the sectional. “Yes. And it was lovely.” She flicked her gaze at the snifter and bottle, then back to him, waiting. He understood.
Jerry was a recovering alcoholic. He’d fallen a few times, but generally went through his days. By agreement, they kept a small bottle of brandy in the house. A long time ago, they’d made an agreement and had a safe installed in the wall of the bedroom. Only Connie had the combination. She would never question him if he found himself unable to resist — provided that before he reached for the booze, he stashed the car keys in the safe and juggled the combination.
“They’re in there,” he said. “I wasn’t sure I could handle it if you stayed the night. I’m not getting any younger and I wonder,sometimes, if this one is going to be the lover you fall for –forever.” He shrugged, slightly uncoordinated.
There was another, older, more powerful agreement between them — complete honesty.
“I could really fall hard for her.”
“I could tell.”
“But I couldn’t live without you, every day, right here — holding me.” She felt tears welling in her eyes. “Just the thought of not being in your arms…” She shook her head too hard, too fast. “I can’t stand that thought.”
“I feel the same way. So — ” He nodded toward the snifter. “But it doesn’t help enough.”
“Does my being here help enough?”
He stared at her until she added: “Rhetorical question.”
“You goddam betcha. Would you put some coffee on?”
The tears overcame her defenses, despite the genuine smile. “You goddam betcha.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“See previous response.” She stood. “By the way, she wants you, too. A lot.”
He closed his eyes and wrinkled his forehead, then exhaled slowly. Finally: “Me? All of me?”
“Don’t be silly. I’m the only person who could want all of you the way I do.”
“I know. Help me stand.” He held out his hand. She took it, knowing he didn’t physically need it, and led him into the kitchen. As she made the coffee, she told him about the planned date at the sex-aid store and Kim’s cravings.
Later, as they undressed each other for bed, she told what she and Kimberly had done and said, and what she planned for Friday night.
In detail.

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Three J’s and an S Go Skiing – Day 2

Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. This is the second in this series and might make more sense if you have read “Three J’s and an S Go Skiing.”

Cloudberry Chronicles Part III: Sex, Lies and Other Temptations

Cloudberry Chronicles is an erotic web series that follows the eponymous adventures of Cloudberry, an elf on a mission to save her homeland and bring peace. It predominantly features lesbian, pansexual and polyamorous characters who are both cis and trans for your reading pleasure. Each story is a fully contained adventure, and the beginning of the smut (if you want to skip the lore and get right down to business) is marked in bold. Follow my writing on: http://dresspockets.tumblr.com/

Tommy gets his slave 2

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The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
*************************
Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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Friday night alone for Rachel

My first time writing anything like this, so please don’t be too mean. I’ve been needing a creative outlet, and this seemed like the most fun. 🙂
My name is Tiffany. I’m a 22 yearold student. I have long, shiny, brown hair, grey-blue eyes, and lovely plump lips. While I am over-weight, I have been told that I have a “cute” face and my large breasts have always been appreciated. I have always felt that your first time should be with someone that you love. Because most guys don’t want to date the over-weight nerd, my dating experience was slim. So, I still haven’t fallen and love and still haven’t lost my virginity. Which is how I ended up alone on my couch on a Friday night.
As the credits start to roll on the movie that I had been watching, I sighed. It was after two in the morning, but I was wide awake. I started questioning why I hadn’t just decided to grow-up and go to that beginning-of-the-year party. Then I saw that that train of thought wasn’t headed anywhere good, and I thought to myself, “Tiffany, you are putting too much pressure on yourself! You have all the time in the world to get rid of your V-card. You need to relax. And you know the best way to do that? Wink wink.” I smiled to myself. Indeed, I did know the best way to relax. I went into my bedroom and retrieved from their separate hiding places my favorite vibrator and my pot. You don’t stay a virgin into your twenties and not throwing yourself at the first guy you see at a bar without a little reinforcement. 🙂
I made my way back to my living room after grabbing a towel from the hall closet, and popped one of my favorite bdsm videos into my blu ray player. I laid the towel onto the couch, sat on it, and as the disc was loading, I packed a bowl and lit up. OOooh, that’s nice. As the movie started, I could feel the high washing over me, making my limbs heavy and pushing all thoughts out of my brain. I took a couple deep breaths and saw stars for a few moments. Well, this shit is better than I thought. I definitely needed this. The sound of a very naughty blonde girl receiving a spanking brought me back to the movie. I started to rub my thighs together, and could already feel my pussy getting wet. I groaned and slowly started to grind my ass into the couch cushions as my hands lifted to run my fingers through my hair long brown hair. My hands then moved to my neck and trailed down my chest to then cup my breasts. I squeezed hard, and the feeling made me moan and drop my head back onto the couch. I decided that it could only feel better without my tshirt and bra in the way, and proceeded to take them off and fling them across the room. I took off my lounge pants as well, leaving me in my sensible blue cotton panties. The girl on the screen was now on her knees. As her master was jerking her head back and forth onto his cock, he told her how he had invited a couple friends over to assist in her punishment.
My hands returned to my breasts, cupping them hard, then pinching my nipples. My hands moved down to my still-grinding pelvis. I slipped my right hand into my panties while my left hand continued down my leg. I watched the man on the screen finish tying the blonde’s hands to her ankles right as the doorbell rang. As the master’s friends, 6 random dudes who had obviously been found for this express purpose, entered the room, I collected my wetness on my fingers and then swirled it around my clit. My high was intensifying all feelings so that as I began fingering my clit, it felt like an electric current was crackling all over my skin. I let my left hand just continuously roam all over my body, skimming over my belly, pausing to squeeze my breast, caressing up my neck, raking my fingernails over my scalp. After another minute, I decided that I had had enough foreplay. I reached for my vibrator. My favorite, it is made of hard, smooth and pink plastic. It is curved at the end, is about 1.5” wide, and has two motors. It’s my best friend.
I turned it on and brought it down to my pussy under my panties. I grinded my clit against it a few times and then began slowly plunging it all the way in and all the way out of my pussy. I’m dripping wet at this point, and that combined with my high causing all of my muscles to relax, and the toy starts to slide easily in and out of my tight virgin pussy. In the movie, blondie was on her knees again in the middle of a circle formed by her master’s friends. She was sucking a large, muscly black man’s huge dick when a fat, old white guy got on his knees behind her. The black guy grabbed her ponytail and moved to his knees. She was now bent over with only his hold on her ponytail supporting her upper half. The white guy behind her then thrust his dick into her to the hilt. He gave her no time to adjust as he started pistoning his cock in and out of her pussy.
I turned the vibrator up some and built up some speed until I was matching the guy on the screen stroke for stroke. I imagined myself as this girl. Bent over and bound with two hard dicks ramming into me. I started panting, and I closed my eyes, just focusing on all the sensations. My left hand was still roaming, but was doing less caressing and more scratching the tips of my fingernails over my skin. My high was still going so strong that I bet I could have cum from that alone. I moved the angle of my vibrator so that it was hitting inside me right at my g-spot. There’s no way that anything can feel better than this. Just no way. As the gangbang action on the screen starts to pick up, my panting turns into gasping and moaning. My left hand abandoned its journey and joined my right as I started slamming the toy in and out of my pussy. I began moaning loudly, over and over, as the familiar itch of an impending orgasm began to form. I opened my eyes again to the TV as the blonde was positioned for the first DP of the movie.
My right hand left the toy, and I began vigorously fingering my clit, using my fingers to swirl my wetness round and round until I thought I would go crazy. The itch turned into a warmth that spread through my pussy to the rest of my body. I could feel the sweat forming at my hairline as I drove my body towards orgasm. My head was swimming, my high making me feel like my body was floating and like my hands were not my own. I closed my eyes again, and increased my pace, imagining my hands to be someone else’s. Some stranger who, seeing me through a crack in my blinds, decided to break in and “lend a hand”.
The warmth in my pussy became a firm pressure, and I knew that I was close. My hands were flying. My wetness was seeping through my panties. I could feel it run down my pussy and ass to collect on the towel. I mouth felt unbearably empty, and I wished I had someone there with me, that my imaginary lover who was thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth in time to the movements of his hands. The pressure built and built and built, and I was ready to squeal with anticipation. Then, all these separate sensations reached a simultaneous peak and I came with a loud, long moan. I kept up the movements of my hands, working harder as my pussy began to squeeze the vibrator.
I was in my own little world. I felt like I was no longer floating but flying, flying through space. It was incredible. I felt the pressure begin to build again in my pussy. My hard-working hands weren’t enough, and my body started writhing on the couch, desperate for anything that might compensate. I squealed as I came again. Hard. I could feel my pussy contracting again, my cum gushing out of me. The towel under me was absolutely soaked, and I hoped it didn’t seep onto the couch. My hands started to slow as my brain started to make touch with reality again. I breathed slowly as the aftershocks caused my body to quake. My hands slowed completely and I removed them and the vibrator from my pussy.
I wiped my hands on the towel so I could turn off the movie. I sat there with my head back and my eyes closed for a minute, collecting myself and getting ready to take a shower and call it a night. I heard a noise to my left. I opened my eyes and gasped when I saw, by the light of the TV, the outline of a man in my living room.
To be continued. . .?

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Harry Potter and the Sisters Black Chapter 4

Harry wakes up unusually warm the next morning. He can feel something warm and very hard pressed against his chest while something equally warm, but soft is pressed against his back. He slowly opens his eyes to find a shock of blonde hair obscuring his view. Harry inhales sharply as he moves his arm, which somehow got draped over the blondes’ hips. His hand accidentally brushes against her crotch as his hand moves up, and comes away soaking wet. At the moist feeling, Harry’s cock springs to attention, nestled up against the woman’s arse.
He hears Narcissa purr, “Good morning master.” She turns around so her tits are pressed against Harry’s chest. Reaching down, she gently grabs Harry’s short arm, “Hmm, feels like you’re up for a little morning exercise.”
As Harry arches an eyebrow, whatever’s behind him moves and he falls to his back.
Bellatrix actually purrs for a moment before saying, “Mind if I start the morning activities sister? I’ll only be able to warm him up.”
With a throaty chuckle, “Go ahead Bella.”
Grinning, Bella slides down Harry’s body, randomly interspacing kisses on the skin until she’s face to head with her master’s pulsing staff. Giddily she opens her mouth and takes Harry crown into her mouth. She runs her tongue all along the skin as she takes more of the hard meat into her eager orifice. As she adds a gentle suction to her ministrations, Harry moans and she feels the cock in her swell slightly. Bella quickly pulls back until just the crown is still in her mouth and is shortly rewarded by a large dollop of warm goo being deposited in her mouth.
After Harry’s spent, and barely softened at all, Bella moves over to her sister. Narcissa says, “No Bella, enjoy. After all, I get the main course.”
With a euphoric look on her face, Bella slowly swallows her masters’ gift.
Harry’s back to full mast as he watches Bella’s throat constricting and releasing rhythmically.
Eyeing her master’s beautiful cock, Narcissa says, “Well master, I can see you’re up for another round, so how shall it be?”
Harry reluctantly tears his eyes from Bella to look at Narcissa, “What do you mean?”
“Well,” she says, holding up her hand as she ticks off her points, “there’s fellatio which my sister just performed, there’s standard copulation, and then there’s sodomization. Do you have a preference?”
“Preference? Hell, I don’t even understand what you said.”
Narcissa looks at Harry for a moment while her sister tittles quietly, “May I use the vulgar references master?”
“I’d prefer it.”
“My apologies master, but Lucius wouldn’t have stood for any form of vulgarity to be used in his house, especially in his presence, so I’m used to using the more formal phrasing. The normal options are a blow job as my sister just performed, conventional intercourse, and buggery. Any other questions master?”
Harry looks at her in shock for a moment, before he says, “Normal will do,” in a strangely flat voice.
Narcissa reaches up and snaps her fingers right in front of Harry’s face, no reaction. Narcissa sadly shakes her head before looking at Bella, who quietly nods her head. Nodding her assent, Narcissa pulls her arm back and slaps Harry, visibly cringing at the blow.
Harry shakes his head violently for a moment, before exclaiming, “What the hell was that for?”
Narcissa looks down morosely. “I’m very sorry master, but you’d gone into shock.”
Harry looks over to Bella who nods her head, “Well then, I don’t see how any punishment will be needed.”
With a deep sigh, Narcissa says, “Well then, what form and position would you prefer?”
Harry quickly shakes his head again, “Let’s say conventional and you choose the position.”
Narcissa nods her head and crawls onto Harry, straddling his hips. She reaches down and grabs Harry’s shaft. She guides him to her dripping center and eagerly slides down his shaft.
A few minutes later, Harry grunts out his release and Narcissa climbs off of him with a smug look on her face
As the sisters go over to their rather small closet Harry rolls off the bed. He feels the pressure behind his eyes signaling a killer headache as he heads over to his closet.
The three are spread around the room, unprepared for the attack only moments away.
***
Albus is sitting behind his desk contemplating the papers lying on his desk. At the top of the papers is the title “Transfer of Ownership Rights – Personnel.” The papers would give Harry full ownership of both Narcissa and Bellatrix, but would also make him responsible for their actions.
As he sits there, a large, officious looking owl swoops in through a window and lands right in front of him. The owl holds out its leg and allows Albus to remove the letter before launching back into flight and out of the office.
With a small smile on his face, Albus unrolls the letter. As expected, it’s Fudge’s response. He quickly scans the letter before he stands up with a full smile on his face. Albus Disapparates with a quiet *pop* to deliver the good news to Harry. Unfortunately, he pops directly into Harry’s bedroom before notifying the concerned parties.
The moment he appears at Number 4, Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful Light wizard in the world gets a hard lesson in dueling reality. Dodging one unexpected Stunner is difficult, but possible. Dodging two unexpected Stunners is extremely difficult, but it can be done is one has fast reflexes. However, dodging three Stunners from three points on the compass is quite impossible.
Harry reaches up and massages his eyes after he sees the old wizard lying on the floor with a piece of parchment next to him.
“Would one of you two please wake him up?”
Narcissa quickly casts the requested spell before walking over to him eloquently, and helping him to his feet.
Harry says, “Sorry about that Albus, but I’m sure you understand. Now, we just have to wait for the damn Ministry.”
With a smile, Albus hands Harry the parchment before he conjures two comfy chairs.
As Harry looks up to peruse Albus’ handiwork he notices the girls are still naked. He instantly barks, “GET DRESSED RIGHT NOW YOU TWO!”
They jump and quickly move to obey his command.
Harry sits down and notices the strained look on Albus’ face, “Are you alright Albus? I apologize for the girls’ lack of promptness in dressing, something that will have to be addressed soon. Also, I hope you will pardon me for a moment to get dressed myself.”
Harry quickly stands up and throws on a robe before addressing himself to his ageing headmaster. “Now, how may I help you?”
“First off, let me say thank you for reminding me of the rules of courtesy.”
Harry notices the twinkle in Dumbledore’s eye reach record levels just moments before his head explodes in pain. A moment later the explosion has stopped, but the left over pain is still present. Looking up, Harry can see Dumbledore is sitting up *very* straight in his chair. Bella has a wand at the back of his neck, while Cissa’s wand is pressed against his chest. Harry asks, “What just happened?”
Narcissa speaks up, “My apologies master, but this being, just attempted Legilimency on you.”
Appearing completely unflustered, Albus says, “Harry, would you please have these lovely ladies sheath their wands?”
Harry glares at Dumbledore, “Very well professor, but on the condition that you swear a Wizards Oath not to attempt to invade my mind again.”
Albus winces not missing the subtle rebuke from his young charge; closing his eyes, Albus concentrates for a moment before saying, “I do hereby swear not to use any form of Legilimency on Harry James Potter without his expressed consent.”
After the final word is spoken, there’s a brief flash of light and then a beam of white light launches itself from Albus’ chest and connects with Harry’s. The beam lasts for only a moment before fading away into nothing.
“It is done Harry.”
Surprise evident in his expression, Harry nods to the sisters who hesitantly put their wands away.
“Now Harry, is there anything else you need?”
“Not that I can think of off hand.”
Narcissa speaks up, her voice barely above a whisper, “Actually, sire, there are a few things I would like to request, if I may.”
Harry nods his head to her, “Go ahead Cissa.”
“Sir, I’d like to arrange a shopping trip to Diagon Alley as well as a small trip back to Malfoy manor for a few mementos.”
Albus looks at Harry, “I’ll make the arrangements with your permission, Harry.”
“Why are you asking me Albus?”
“Because Harry, for all intents and purposes, they are your property. Speaking of which,” he says as he reaches into his robes and pulls out two sets of paper. “This is the paperwork needed Harry, for the ladies to transfer full ownership rights of themselves, to you. All that’s required is your signature on each of them and theirs on the appropriate copy.”
Harry’s eyebrows shoot up, “What would this mean, exactly?”
“It would make official what’s already in place; that they are now your personal property to do with what you wish. They’ll have no rights as people, but will be in the same class as House Elves as far as their civil rights are concerned.”
Harry looks at the two women; their faces are positively alight with joy, “What do you two have to say about this?”
Bella speaks up, her joy present in every syllable, “Oh please sign master.”
“You mean that you actually *want* me to sign you into slavery?”
“It’ll just be making the facts legal master.”
Albus speaks up, “Also worthy of note, is the fact that after the paperwork is filed Harry, Bellatrix will be a free woman. If those at the ministry wish to truly annoy you, they might charge you a fine, but that will be it.”
“I’ll sign, but the ladies have to sign first.”
Almost before he can blink, the sisters have the proper papers in hand and have their names properly written out. Harry doesn’t have a clue where the quills came from as he takes Cissa’s quill and paperwork. Quickly affixing his signature to each set of papers, “Albus, what happens now?”
Albus puts the papers back into his robe, “Now Harry, I take and file these papers immediately. The ministry should get in touch with you within a few hours, a day at the most. I’ll also see about arranging an escort for yourself and Ms. Black.”
“Oh and one more thing Albus, would it be possible for me to visit #12 in the near future?”
“Of course Harry. If you don’t mind, that can be included in the trip to Diagon Alley.”
“That’ll work Albus. Perhaps you could have Tonks be the escort as she’s already passingly aware of the situation.”
“You make a good point Harry. I’ll see about arranging the escort for tomorrow if that’s alright with you.”
“Tomorrow will be fine; say nine am?”
“I’ll make the arrangements. If Ms. Tonks can’t make it, would you prefer to move it to another day or to have a different escort?”
“If Tonks can’t make it, then have Remus come by.”
“Very well Harry. Now, I hope you’ll forgive me, but I’d like to get these papers filed as quickly as possible.”
“Good luck Albus, I hope to hear from you soon.”
“I’ll file these papers and then make the appropriate fire-calls and owl you immediately.”
Harry nods his head and Albus stands up before he Disapparates.
Harry rubs his temples, trying to alleviate the pain. “Cissa dear, dare I ask what you want from the Malfoy home?”
“Just a few books master. Nothing of malevolent intent.”
Harry can sense that she’s not being straight with him, but he decides to let it drop.
With a wave of his wand, Harry summons one of Dudley’s old toys and transfigures it into a table. Harry thinks for a moment before summoning his transfiguration books.
The three spend the morning going over the science of transfiguration; Bella and Cissa both provide amazing insight in the use of transfiguration in dueling.
At about noon, Harry stands up and arches his back as he stretches, which results in several small pops.
A few moments later, a large, official looking owl swoops into the room through the window, which Harry could have sworn he closed. The owl lands in front of Harry. Bella leans forward to block Harry as he goes to take the letter tied to the owl’s leg.
Cissa quickly takes the letter and the owl launches into flight. She lays the letter on the table and casts a quick spell on it. The paper emits a brief white light before returning to its normal color. “Sorry master, we just wished to ensure that there were no hexes, portkey spells, or other nefarious thing attached to the letter.”
Harry takes the letter and opens it.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Papers have recently been filed in your name by Albus Dumbledore for the transfer of ownership of one Narcissa Malfoy-Black and one Bellatrix Lestrange-Black. We would request that you present yourself in person to authenticate the paperwork.
Also note, due to Mrs. Lestrange-Black’s current status as a fugitive from justice, there would normally be a fine of 50,000 galleons. However, on orders from the Minister of Magic, the fee has been waived.
Once you have authenticated the paperwork, the women in question will be required to present themselves to likewise authenticate the paperwork. Once the authentication is completed, you will be notified of your rights and responsibilities regarding the two women.
Sincerely,
Officiosus Esel
“Hmm… I guess that’ll have to be added to the things to do tomorrow as well.”
Harry hands the letter to Cissa as he leaves the room; before he can finish closing the door, he hears two squeals of delight.
Down in the kitchen, he finds Tonks sitting at the table seemingly bored senseless.
“Wotcher Harry.”
“Hiya Tonks. What brings you here today?”
“Dumbledore told me to stop by today to work out the details for tomorrow.”
“Alright, I just got a letter from the Ministry; I need to put in a personal appearance there as quickly as possible.”
Tonks stares off into the distance for a moment, “That shouldn’t be a problem. What other stops are on the list?”
As she asks the question, Harry starts to feel a small pain in his temples. He closes his eyes, “Stay the hell out of my head Nymphadora!”
The pain instantly recedes and Harry opens his eyes, Tonks looks truly amazed, “When did you develop Occulmency?”
With a sudden rage, Harry feels the magic inside of him flare up. His vision blurs for a moment and when it clears, he’s not looking at his friend Tonks, all he sees is a very attractive woman.
Harry gathers the magical energies needed for the spell. Servus secus is on his lips and the magic is in his hand, ready to be released when a little voice inside of his head, the same one that helped him fight off the Imperius, screams in his head, “STOP!”
The shock causes Harry to freeze for a moment; a moment in which his mind reasserts itself. He lets the magic dissipate; as he realizes what he was about to do, he bolts from the room, his face sickly pale.
Tonks stands there blinking for a moment before following at a much more sedate pace. When she reaches the staircase, she finds Narcissa Malfoy waiting for her, wand in hand.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO OUR MASTER,” roars the blonde.
Tonks is stunned for a moment, “I tried to find out why Harry needed to visit the Ministry. I didn’t know he was an Occlumens. His magic suddenly flared up, like he was going to perform a massive spell when he suddenly stopped and ran.”
Cissa is seething as she says, “Do you have any idea what spell he was preparing?”
“No, and how would you know?”
“Because he is my master and both Bella and I are bound to him. The spell he was about to use was the same spell that bound us to him.”
“What’s the problem, he didn’t cast the spell?”
Cissa starts walking up the stairs, “I need to go help my sister comfort our master; you may join us if you wish. If not, then please leave until tomorrow.”
Intrigued, Tonks follows her aunt up the staircase.
“My master has a very honorable outlook on life. The only reason he hasn’t been beating himself up over when He cast the spell on us is that it was self-preservation and he didn’t know what the spell would do.”
They’ve almost reached Harry’s room by this point and Tonks says, “I still don’t understand what his problem is.”
“The problem is that in his mind, using that spell now, when he knows what it does and his life wasn’t in imminent danger is equivalent to rape.”
Tonks pales as Cissa enters the room. Looking in, Tonks can see both of her aunts sitting on a rather large bed cuddling a boy with messy black hair. Hesitantly, Tonks walks over to the bed. When she gets in front of Harry, she kneels down and stretches out her hand to take his shoulder, which Bella’s head just vacated. “It’s alright Harry.” The young man looks up at her, and her heart breaks at the raw pain evident in his eyes. “Harry, I know what you were going to do downstairs.” Her soul weeps as the pain increases, “But you should know Harry, that you did nothing wrong.” He opens his mouth to speak, but Tonks cuts him off, “Aunt Cissa told me what you were going to do, but since you didn’t cast the spell, you didn’t cross the line in to the Dark.”
Bella adds, “She’s right master. In the heat of the moment, you might have been ready to use an Unforgivable, but since you didn’t actually cast the spell, then you did nothing wrong.”
Harry turns his head and looks at Cissa questioningly and she gently nods her head.
With a small smile, Harry turns back towards Tonks, “Thanks, I don’t know what came over me downstairs.”
Tonks shifts so that her knees are on the ground and sits back on her ankles, “Can you describe what happened?”
“It was almost like when Tom tried to posses me at the Ministry. All I knew was blind rage against you.”
Tonks face shifts to a look of intense concentration for a minute before she says, “Have you cast any extremely powerful spells as of late Harry?”
Blushing, Harry says, “I cast Servus secus wandlessly a few days ago.”
Tonks eyes go wide, “But that’s thee most magically draining spell in existence. That would also help to explain things a bit. Harry, regaining magic after copious use is very draining on one’s self-control. It’s been theorized, that the subconscious is what helps wizards to produce magic, it doesn’t affect their potential only how quickly they regain their magic after it’s been used. Take it easy for a couple more days, get plenty of sleep, and you should be fine.”
“Will do Tonks, but I still want to do that trip tomorrow.”
With a gentle smile Tonks says, “That shouldn’t be a problem Harry. Now, I’ll leave so you can get some rest. Ladies, I trust you’ll make sure this boy gets some rest.”
With a lecherous grin, Cissa says, “Oh yes, he’ll get some sleep alright. He may have a little trouble walking tomorrow, but he’ll sleep today.”
Shaking her head at her aunts implications, Tonks *pops* back to #12.
With Harry mildly protesting, Cissa strips him down to the buff and gets him ready for bed while Bella goes for his lunch.
Bella is just outside her master’s room with a tray of food. She can already feel the sting from the strap as she makes a decision. With a quick wave of her wand, she’s once more attired in the maids’ costume. Bella walks into the room without a further moment of hesitation.
Harry’s eyes go wide as he sees Bella walk into his room. His eyes are on her swaying hips so he misses when Cissa divests herself of what little clothing she’s wearing.
Bella sets the tray on the stand next to her master’s bed and hand feeds him the soup she made while her sister crawls up on to his bed.
While Harry is distracted by her sister, Narcissa positions her head directly over Harry’s crotch. With a deep breath, Cissa takes most of Harry’s length into her waiting mouth.
Harry’s just swallowed the first spoonful of soup when Harry feels Cissa wrap her mouth around his cock. He moans slightly as she runs her tongue along the entire length. Bella offers her master another spoonful of soup as Cissa starts to gently bob her head.
It’s only with a concerted effort that Harry actually manages to swallow the soup as Cissa continues with her blowjob. However, it’s the death knell for Harry’s control when Cissa reaches up and uses her hand to massage his balls.
With a primal grunt, Harry sends his seed into the blonde’s waiting mouth.
Bella quickly feeds Harry the remains of the soup as he watches Cissa sit up, and open her mouth, showing that she hasn’t swallowed yet. Closing her mouth, Cissa swirls the cum around her mouth for a moment before she swallows.
With a predatory smile, Bella climbs up onto her masters’ lap and lifts her skirt. Harry barely has time to register the fact that she’s not wearing any panties before she places the tip of his still erect cock at her entrance and slides down his length with a moan. As her master moans, Bella clenches her cunt muscles as she quickly pounds her hips against his. Sporadically clenching and relaxing her internal muscles, she quickly feels the slight shiver from her master moments before he explodes within her.
Moments after Harry comes, Bella climbs off him while Cissa gently sucks on his bullocks. His cock had started to go soft before Cissa started her ministrations. With a few gentle sucks, Cissa has her master back at full mast. Cissa climbs up onto his lap and takes the seat that her sister had just vacated. As she bounces up and down on her masters’ lap, Cissa reaches down and plays with her clit, making sure that it rubs against Harry’s shaft.
Bella reaches around and gently teases Cissa breasts, earning a moan from the blonde.
Watching Bella playing with her sister’s tits is the final straw for the young man and he comes for the third time, causing him to get light headed. Cissa screams out her own release as she feels the warm goo shoot into her.
Bella helps her exhausted sister off Harry and lays her down next to him. Turning her attention to her master, Bella eyes Harry’s tool with a very hungry look in her eye.
Harry barely has time to register the look before the former Death Eater launches herself at his crotch.
Bella takes his mostly deflated cock into her mouth, relishing the mix if flavors, as she sucks on it as hard as she can. Within moments Harry’s stiff once more. Bella bobs her head on his tool while she hums deep in her throat.
Harry grits his teeth as the world slows its spinning around him. All his efforts once more prove for naught as Bella uses her other hand to gently caress his balls.
For the fifth time today, Harry releases his seed. Just before he passes out, he could almost swear he heard someone say something like, “Greedy bitch.” Then all he knows is darkness

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