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Innocence Enslaved Chapter 2: What Comes After

Parts 5 & 6 combined. Future chapters will be a lot shorter. Apologies for taking so long. As usual if you don’t like it, tell me why in the comments so I can improve, and don’t neg it just because you don’t like the themes. They’re all tagged so if you don’t like them, don’t read it.

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Mum’s Generosity – Chapter 2

In Chapter 1 – 14 year old Frank masturbates in his room while thinking about his mum who finger fucked herself in the shower in front of him while he came all over the toilet two weeks previously. Meanwhile…..

Fiction

The New Guy in Town

As I should’ve guessed by now, having lived most of my life in Arizona, the monsoon wasn’t as close as I’d thought. I’d sped home to get under cover before the rain started, only to be greeted by wind and thunder and lightning. It all looked ominous, and it smelled like rain, but I could’ve stood outdoors with my face up, staring at the clouds, and stayed that way for a long time without ever getting wet. I sighed and went inside. My landlords’ three cats, already terrified by the ominous rumblings outside, suddenly remembered it was dinnertime, and set up an unearthly howling, the weather temporarily forgotten.
I gave them twice as much wet food as they were supposed to have in the evening, figuring that if the little furballs went into a digestive coma afterward and missed the storm, it would be better for all of us.
I’d been housesitting for three weeks while my landlords escaped the heat in San Diego. This was a great arrangement; in exchange for eliminating the rent on the guest house I leased from them in back, I could stay in the house, if I chose, and my only duties were to entertain and look after the cats, collect the paper and mail, and just keep an eyeball on the place. I could live with this plan for the rest of my life, or at least the rest of the summer.
I went into the guest bedroom where I sometimes spent the night and changed out of my work clothes, stripping entirely before slipping into a pair of shorts and a tank top. If there had been other people around, I would’ve kept on my underwear, but it was hot and muggy, and I didn’t need to have anything binding around me. I would’ve considered wandering around the house naked, except I wanted to keep the window shades open and watch the storm let loose, if it ever did.
The cats had already demolished their food and disappeared for the evening as I came back into the living room. I sifted through the mail and found a mistaken delivery, to the new guy across the street. I thought that I could drop it in his mailbox tomorrow morning, but as I looked out the front window, I saw that he was in his front yard, dutifully raking up leaves and debris even as the oncoming storm tried to thwart his efforts. I paused and stared at him a few minutes.
Damn, he was cute! I’d already discussed this with my landlords, a gay couple, and we three were in total agreement. His name was Theo, and he was a professor in the fine arts department of the university. He was Greek, either by birth or by heritage, and he was one of those dark fellows, not very tall but well made, with curly black hair, and a beard and mustache. The few times I’d approached him to give him another piece of errant mail or to exchange phone numbers, in case of an emergency, he seemed nearly as shy as I. He spoke with a trace of an accent, and perhaps this made him reluctant to say much of anything to a stranger, but he smiled easily, I think, when I wasn’t too bashful to look away.
How stupidly bashful could I be as I felt myself tingle in several places as I looked at him, though? He was wearing the traditional summer uniform of the neighborhood, t-shirt, shorts and sandals (a departure from the more popular rubber flip-flops), leaving me with a pleasant view of his legs and bare arms. I wondered if he had a girl friend (my landlords wondered he had a boy friend); so far we’d only seen Theo and Theo alone, and one of my landlords had smiled at me before they’d left for the coast and mentioned something about hope springing eternal as he cocked his head in the direction of the house across the street.
“Fuck you,” I told him sweetly, waving good-bye to them both. Who was anyone kidding? I’m nobody’s cover girl. I enjoy food and loathe exercise. It’s boring as hell. Even if I was at my ideal weight, I doubt that it would be in keeping with the good old American standard of anorexic girls being the ones all the guys are looking for. All the women in my family have breasts and hips and butts, and none of that would go away if I dieted into oblivion. (The one time I did lose weight, the only man in my circle of friends and acquaintances who showed any interest in the new, svelte me was a guy with an established reputation of screwing anything female. There was talk that he’d go after boys, too, and I believed it. He did have a prick the size of my vibrator, and he could stay as hard as it for an incredibly long time; on the other hand, he had about as much personality as a vibrator, and the best thing about fucking with him was that I didn’t have to keep one hand on him to make sure that he stayed in place.)
Depressing memories and realities aside, I thought that I might as well be the good neighbor and give Theo his letter and warn him about the storm. I slipped on my sandals and grabbed my keys, turning on the porch light and a side light in the living room for good measure before locking the door.
“If you stay out here much longer, you’re going to get hit by lightning,” I said by way of hello. “Where in the world did you find garden tools with metal handles?”
“The last owner left them in the storage shed,” Theo said, looking at the rake in his hand. “You don’t think this is a good idea?”
“I think that there’s a reason for Home Depot selling wood-handled rakes and stuff. It’s about to let loose anyway,” I added, looking up at the sky. With the clouds, gray and grayer and nearly black, swirling above us, a deluge seemed imminent.
“All right.” Theo moved the wheelbarrow to the side of the house, in front of a gate that he said was padlocked from the other side. He tried to gather up the loose tools to carry them into the house and into the shed in the back, only he had more than an armload, and I volunteered to help. We exchanged a rake and a hula hoe for the letter I’d intended to give him, and I followed him through the front door. “I’m trying to be a good neighbor and look after my yard.”
I smiled at his back, slowing as he put on a few lights; the stormy pre-dusk had undermined any natural lighting afforded by open windows. “Everyone thinks that you’re doing a good job,” I assured him. He was happy hearing that and in the spirit of neighborliness, offered to give me a tour of his house. My smile was a little more self-conscious then. “I’ve already seen it. Whenever a house goes up for sale in the neighborhood, everyone makes it a point to investigate it.
“But, I like all of your bookcases,” I rushed to add. The living room was sparsely furnished, as was the rest of the house, but the longest stretch of wall in it was filled with tall bookcases, probably custom-built, most of them filled with hundreds of books.
“You like books? Me, too. This is the first house I’ve ever owned, and I swear that it will be the last. I don’t mind traveling, but I hated to pack up and move every few years. You see that I don’t have much furniture, so that wasn’t a hardship, but I got tired of seeing my books disappear into box after box. You can come over some time and look through my books, if you like.”
I murmured in agreement and we went through the house, out into the back yard. As Theo put away the tools in the small shed, I surveyed the yard. It was long and narrow, like the entire lot, and while the previous owners hadn’t spent nearly as much time working on it as they had the front, at least they’d put in some trees and allowed them to become established. Theo closed the shed and noticed me observing the back forty. He sighed.
“I don’t know what is to become of all this space,” he announced. “Here,” he indicated the small patio that we were standing upon and which ran the width of the back of the house, “I am having a spa put in, and making a grape arbor over half of it, but the rest –” He trailed off, as though those projects would do very little to improve the yard overall.
“Oh, I think this is nice. There are a lot of trees.”
He nodded. “Yes, good ones, too.” He led me out into the yard and we stopped by each. Like in the garden that I hoped to have one day, all of the trees were fruit-producing, and the previous owners had found some that I would’ve doubted to have much success in the desert (what one can do with drip irrigation and grey water!). There was an apple and an apricot, two lemon trees, a tangerine, and a lime tree. “I wish I could have an olive, right by the patio, but somebody told me I cannot.”
I explained to Theo that the city council had banned fruit-bearing varieties of olives, but he might plant a sterile one. He shook his head. “I know they are messy, but why have an olive tree with no olives?”
I nodded. “I know what you mean. But there are still a lot of old trees in town, and just about anyone who has them will let you pick as many as you want. I’ve done that before, and cured them.” Not in a few years, admittedly, but when I had, they’d turned out as good as any in an expensive deli.
“You have!” Theo’s face lit up, a bright spot in the gloom. “My mother made olives, and my aunts in Greece still do. I’ve helped, a long time ago, too. Perhaps we can go olive-picking this autumn.” I was ready to agree to anything, seeing that lovely smile. I commented that he might consider a pomegranate tree near the patio for shade and some privacy around the spa. He liked that idea, and just as a very loud and sustained roll of thunder washed over us and we looked at each other, both of us thinking that it was high time to leave the back yard, I noticed something odd over his shoulder.
“What’s that?” I asked, already having a good idea. I walked around him and went up to a stone sculpture, a little taller than I. It was standing near the back corner of the yard. It appeared to be a column, carved smooth on four sides, so that, except for the point at the top, it might be a very short obelisk.
On its top was the head of a satyr, bearded and crowned with grape leaves. Tendrils curled around its stone horns. The sightless face was calm and serene, very nearly unsatyrlike, only that the sculptor had given the tiniest curl to one side of the mouth, so this fellow was not quite as tranquil as he first let on.
“This is another reason for me staying in one place,” Theo chuckled, “my little herm. The nuisance weighs a lot, more than I, and I think he gets heavier with each move. I think he wants to settle down.”
“I think he’d be happy here, with all the trees.” I tried not to look down the front surface of the column.
“When things are more put together, I am going to move him to the patio, so he can enjoy it as well as I. He’s not going to be relegated to this lonely little place for much longer.” Theo patted the stone satyr on the shoulder.
“He’s – it’s very nice. I’d guess that he isn’t an original.”
“Oh, ho, not at all! He’d be in the Louvre or the British Museum if he were, or maybe even the Getty. No, I bought him in Greece years ago. He’s copied after some classic herms, but he isn’t quite in keeping with those. He’s made more for the tourist trade now.” Theo reluctantly pointed to the place I’d tried to avoid looking. “Today’s people are more prurient than the old Hellenes.”
Well, since he’d pointed, I might as well look. Most pictures that I’d seen of herm, or ones that were part of museum collections, had some indication of genitalia carved in the otherwise unadorned column. What I remember seeing were bas-relief depictions, or merely outlines, of an erect penis with a very symmetrical set of testicles balanced beneath.
No such false modesty for Theo’s herm. This statue’s genitals were three-dimensional, standing away from the column boldly in a thatch of carved pubic hair, and accurate in every detail. The fellow was uncircumsized and erect, pointing wickedly to the sky, yet the head of his penis was still somewhat encased in his stony foreskin. One could almost imagine that if a little patience were practiced, the glans of that erection would peek completely through, smooth and round and very, very hard.
A shattering clap of thunder had me imagining that in the next few seconds, either Theo or I would be struck by lightning. We weren’t that unlucky, but the thunder seemed to have opened the clouds at last, and we found ourselves in the middle of a downpour. “Back to the house!” Theo cried out to me, taking my hand and pulling me to him, in that direction. I didn’t think he needed to be that dramatic or that blunt, because I had no intention of standing out here any longer.
By the time we reached the patio, we might as well have run a mile in the rain. We were both drenched, and I followed Theo’s example and kicked off my sandals on the stoop before going into the utility room. Theo was laughing at our appearances (“wet desert rats!”) and he pulled two towels from the drier, handing me one as I tried not to drip too much on the floor.
I took the towel Theo had given me and made a few sweeps of my hair, giving it more attention than I wanted (it was only wet hair, after all) when I caught him watching me. The movement of my arms had called my unbound breasts into play, and my chilled nipples might’ve raked the thin cotton of my tank top had the wet cloth not clung to them possessively. Because of this, my newly-hardened nipples were mercilessly outlined, only decent due to the fabric that was rain-plastered over them. With an inward sigh, I put the towel over my shoulders, like a shawl, affording a curtain to this delicious little peep show.
“You said you like books. Let me show you something,” Theo suggested in a brittle voice, obviously wanting to change topics, spoken or observed. I followed him into the master bedroom. It was larger than most, the space at the foot of the bed capable of holding a pair of chairs clustered around a low table. There were a number of coffee table-style books on it, and Theo handed me the top one. “Here is my most recent work. Photos and text are both mine.” His eyes darted in the direction of the master bathroom. “If you want to look at it, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
I smiled and took the book. As he disappeared, I settled myself on the poured-concrete footboard of the platform bed; it seemed more comfortable that either of the chairs in the room. I pulled the towel from my shoulders. It was already clammy, and I had enough of that from my top and shorts. I began to skim the pages of the books, bright, bold colors of Greek villages and the Aegean sea. I couldn’t stop thinking of the herm outside, or its shameless erection, being lashed by an Arizona monsoon, and I thumbed through the book, wondering if there might be any photos of Greek sculpture.
I glanced up as a heard a peculiar noise come from the bathroom. I couldn’t recall if Theo had closed a door, but the bath itself was recessed, and one had to go through the equivalent of a walk-in closet to reach it. As a result, privacy was assured even without a door.
Nevertheless, I nearly dropped the heavy book as I saw him reflected in a full-length mirror against one wall of the closet. Theo had pulled off his shirt. I don’t know where it had gone. His shorts were pooled at his ankles. He was leaning against the bathroom counter, his face screwed up in an inscrutable expression as both hands hovered over his groin.
He had grasped his fully erect penis, and although it was obscured with his actions, it could only be described as generous. The head was crimson and obviously bloated, ready and eager to bore into any willing female (or male, if my landlords had anything to say in the matter). I slid the book down to the floor, propping it against the footboard, never taking my eyes from this graphic demonstration. Without diverting my eyes, I pulled my top up to my armpits, releasing my breasts.
I attacked my nipples then, grasping each one between prodding fingers, the aureoles round and pebbly as the firm nipples swelled even more at the vigorous attention. We each pleasured ourselves for a little bit, my tits trembling and shaking as the crotch of my shorts was caught up high between my legs, growing wet with my juices. At other times, were I to stand up suddenly, I’d be embarrassed to have to recover the fabric from between my ass cheeks, but there wasn’t a thought of shame in me right now.
I gasped as I suddenly realized that Theo wasn’t masturbating, but trying to ease the blood from his erection. He was taking deep, open-mouthed breaths, attempting to calm himself, and with distress I began to see his penis pale, softening a little in his grip. My groin lurched at the spectacle, and I could feel the lips of my vulva alternately open and purse, begging to accept this rod if it were only offered. Even if he didn’t have fucking in mind, why on earth didn’t he relieve the tension in his groin the good old-fashioned way? There were towels within arms’ reach, and he’d no doubt feel better if he were only to allow nature to take its course.
My mind raced. I wasn’t being entirely altruistic, thinking only that Theo ought to be treating himself more gently. With each soundless gasp that escaped through his lips, I could swear I saw Theo’s erection flag a little more, the purple hue of animal passion drain into the ashen color of civility. I squeezed my breasts to my chest and suppressed a deep sigh, even a throat-seizing groan. Maybe I shouldn’t have — maybe I should’ve called to Theo in this uncontrolled way, calling him to me like a stallion to a mare, a dog to a bitch in heat. After all, it was no mistake that I (yes, me!) must have caused this wonderful, sexual response. My hips were jutting forward, and I took a deep breath.
“Theo, can you come here a minute?” I said in a raised voice. I could see him pause, distracted by me, and this brief respite allowed his unruly penis to try and recover its former glory. Oh, God, I saw it jerk hard in his hand! I felt a phantom prick, and big as the one he was trying to suppress, working its way into my cunt as a matching pulsation twinged between my legs.
“A moment,” he replied, working again, now with more fervor on controlling his desire.
“No, now, please.” Each word was a sentence, a calm but irrefutable command, and I was pleased that I’d had the good sense to make my request in a sane manner. I watched as he pulled his shorts up his legs clumsily, and I grinned as I noticed, him walking back to the bedroom door, that he’d only drawn the garment over his front; his firm, perfectly-formed ass refused to be bound unless he made a stronger effort to conceal it. I leaned back on the footboard, and when he ducked his head around the door to see what I considered so important, his face froze in surprise.
My breasts were still exposed; I’d left them on their own to argue our case as I’d pulled the crotch of my shorts to one side with my left hand. With my right, I teased open the folds of pink skin and gave a tiny cry of pleasure as I located, then gently pinched my swollen clitoris. It was as excited as his penis, only I wasn’t doing anything so foolish as trying to stop the ecstasy I was feeling. Knowing that I had his undivided attention, I toyed with my clit for a few moments before I eased my index finger between the moist lips of my vulva, into my vagina. I trembled, partly for show, mostly for the fierce sensation I’d given myself. The walls of my pussy sucked at my finger greedily, and my pelvis rocked my buttocks on the hard seat.
I’d fixed my eyes upon him the moment his head had appeared around the doorway, but as I masturbated, my eyes focused and unfocused dreamily upon his face. Perhaps that made the fact that I’d never displayed myself so explicitly for anyone as I was doing now easier for my rational mind to accept.
“I’m sure there’s something that would feel even better than this.” It took a lot of effort for me to say this without slurring my speech or moaning like a banshee. I pulled out my finger, and a wet, soaked sound of lust accompanied it.
“We hardly know each other.” That was certainly true. If I intended this to be our first sexual encounter, what had been our first date, or our courtship? Looking at the erection on that herm?
Theo didn’t leave his hiding place, but I could see in the mirror that his ass quivering as he pulled himself against the door-jamb. No doubt he was pressing his cock against it, a final attempt to conquer the unconquerable. Was it as hard as I’d first seen it? Oh, please, I silently begged any higher power that smiles upon these salacious matters, let it be so!
I swallowed hard and forced some saliva into my dry mouth, so when I spoke, it wouldn’t sound like a rusty latch. “We know each other well enough to know what we need.” Yes, there was want there, but there was also a need, possibly greater than we could imagine or dared to admit. I stood up, a little wobbly; my toes burrowed into the carpet, steadying me, and I waited a few moments before slipping my shorts down my legs, stepping out of them defiantly. I heard him start to make another excuse, and I silenced it with a groan, as my hands went to my chest, massaging my breasts and sliding under the soft skin of them.
“Please, Theo,” I said in a weirdly detached way. No, I wasn’t detached from the request; I was only begging politely.
I let him watch as I pulled at my nipples with my extended fingertips until they were as hard as I ever remember them being. I stood still then and offered the rose-tipped flesh to him. “Your herm is ready for me,” I said quietly; if he didn’t like what he saw, a chunky but extremely horny woman standing in his own bedroom, I doubt that the herm would give a damn. There was naked commitment in my voice, “If I have to, I’ll go out there and take care of myself.”
I was dead-serious, and Theo knew it. I think that we could both imagine me walking bare-skinned across the yard, defying the rain and the thunder, my feet and legs spattered with mud, my hair plastered in strings to my back and shoulders. I squirmed as I imagined myself embrace the column, my feet unsure in the slurry of gravel, sand and mud, but then straddling the constant erection, wet with rain, and a moment later, wetter with my lascivious urges. I groaned as a clap of thunder rolled over the house.
Please, Theo, I prayed, I want it this way.
I held onto my breasts as Theo surrendered, coming out of the bathroom/closet, still maintaining a partial modesty. I think his prick was the only thing keeping his shorts at his waist. He faced me, dark eyes drinking me in, and in spite of his protests or attempts for reason, I could smell not only his fresh sweat, but the underlying aroma sex that emanated from him. No man smells like that who doesn’t want to act upon such desires. I felt his hands touch the tops of my breasts, and I released them to his warm, willing hands. “What tetas!” he murmured, obviously pleased. He leaned down to kiss each one hello, rolling the nipples around in his wet mouth like hard, sweet candies. “Such tetas! So lovely!”
I murmured a thanks and pulled at the waistband of his shorts. Without a struggle, they came away and dropped to the ground, while his erection defied gravity and prudence. It was as bold as when he’d first tried to restrain it, and it hovered expectantly in front of me, as if knowing exactly where to go. This close, I was immediately intimidated by the size of it. All those unromantic and accurate terms for it raced through my mind: boner, club, schlong. Even if I disregarded such vulgarities, I was facing no less than a big, fat cock.
Theo looked up from my breasts and chuckled. “Now a little frightened?” he asked. He might’ve been teasing me, questioning my motives, but his thumbs massaged my nipples, very wet with his saliva, and I doubt that he wanted me to change my mind now.
“Maybe, a little. It’s been a while, that’s all,” I replied as bravely as I could, but yes, I was frightened, too. It was beautiful and terrifying, all at once.
“Yes, for me, too. That’s why he’s so lusty.” Theo put his mouth against my ear. “But he’s always this big.” He finished this statement with a warm chuckle.
“It doesn’t mean that I don’t want – you,” I whimpered and put out my hands, taking the erection in them both and placing it between my thighs. I didn’t angle it up to penetrate me, not yet, but merely settled it along the length of my groin, so Theo would realize in very little time how hot and wet he was making me (and had already made me). Now, having straddled my own living herm, I embraced him, my arms around his shoulders, my hands twining in his dark, curly hair. My breasts crushed to his chest, and he released them to slide his palms over my broad hips.
Each large hand grappled with a buttock, eventually pushing them in rhythm so that his hips ground against mine. “What lovely round cheeks you have. Nice juicy handfuls!” He kneaded them like dough, as his penis jerked and bucked against me, eager to find its deep, dark refuge. It very nearly hurt as it stabbed up at me, and I wondered if Theo were in pain, the blunt, eager head trying over and over to find a sanctuary.
The two of us bravely kept it at bay, focusing on each others’ panting mouths with their probing tongues and parted lips, or on my nipples, nestled in the mat of dark hair on his chest, or my buttocks, massaged with growing desire. Here was our missing courtship, a little unorthodox by our quick undressing but passionate and loving, nevertheless. Oh, he had a nice ass, too, maybe a little too round for some womens’ tastes, but dished in nicely upon the sides, unbelievably sexy under my touch. My fingers trembled as I explored him. His skin was hot to the touch.
I cried out as a bold knuckle, which had been pressing delightfully against the bud of my anus, withdrew to allow a fully-extended finger to waggle its way up my rectum. The cheeks of my buttocks closed hard around the intruder’s hand, but not before I had realized how quickly (and effortlessly) he had entered me. “Ah, do you like me knocking at your back door, to play there, or not?” Theo asked; the rapid, easy penetration had suggested one thing, but my tightened bottom another.
“I’ve got to get used to it.” He wiggled the coy offender in place. It felt awfully good. I smiled at him and rotated my ass in reply. “That’s a nice start.”
“Then I’ll do it more,” he promised. He might’ve, had I not been nearly knocked from my feet by a massive pulsation of his penis. I shuddered at the sensation, crying out in surprise, and he let go of my rump. His finger dallied its way out of my butt, tickling me between my cheeks. “I think it best if we relax on the bed.” I nodded and stepped back, the turgid head of his erection dragging itself wetly over my vulva and clitoris. I shivered and moved quickly to the bed, tossing back the covers and sliding onto it on my belly, reveling in the coolness of the linen sheets. Theo was a bit more reserved, as there was no way to lie on his stomach without great forethought.
I rolled onto my back and brazenly splayed open my legs. “Are you always this accommodating?” he chortled.
“Oh, God, never before,” I confessed to him with complete honesty. That was true, and I hoped that he believed me, but it was also true that I was seduced by his maleness, wanting and needing it beyond all reason. “You are just so – ” I fought for the right word, and didn’t find it, ” – nice. Sexy. Handsome. Horny – I mean, you make me horny.” I groaned and massaged my breasts, not caring how I looked or what he thought; I had been transported to ultimate desire. I’d nearly been there before, watching him clandestinely from across the street, then masturbating in my bed, imagining how he might feel and how he might fill me if he were to lie between my legs.
“I am so hot, I can’t stand it,” I breathed. My hips rolled up, the lips of my groin winking open for him.
Maybe I should’ve calmed myself down then and given some thought to just kissing and cuddling together on the wide bed, or, allowing him to suck on my nipples more, but all of my body was concentrating on my genitals, and they nearly cried for satisfaction. “I need you, Theo.”
He nodded and held his ground. How he could just stand there, nude, erect, oozing a thick, big bead of precum –
“You can make love to me,” I said, “but if you just want to call it fucking, that’s all right, too.” No commitments, just sex. If that was all that happened, I’d be unhappy about it, but it had happened to me before and I’d survived. This time felt the best of my previous sexual encounters, and I feared most it coming to nothing. Even now I had astounding memories to treasure.
“It is all the same,” he said with a sultry smile, approaching the bed, “fucking, rutting, making love. I will do all that to you. Would you like that, little one?”
I only groaned a positive reply, the erect penis hovering over me. My hips levered up, hungry and needy, and I kept them suspended as the slick head of his hard erection finally kissed my pussy lips in welcome. His strong hands supported my buttocks in a warm hammock. Then flesh made way for flesh, softness for hardness, and when I came to rest upon the mattress, I was pinned there with a delightful, demanding pressure upon me and within me. I cried out my first orgasm then, with just the head of his cock within me, opening the passage in a tender but relentless manner, pushing the lips apart. Theo hardly minded my wailing, and stared lovingly at me until it and my climax passed, his cock-head tenuously anchored within me. Then there was a long, slow introduction to his organ, my vagina stretching and clasping around it. It was a tight fit, but he went with the utmost ease, until the root of his penis pressed hard to my throbbing clitoris, and I knew that it wasn’t going to be my last climax.
His first orgasm was swift. Barely four complete strokes passed before he muttered something I couldn’t understand, then a stiffening of his whole body, as though his cock had taken control of him. A hot fullness followed with a coarse groan from deep in his chest.
Theo cradled me in his arms, his head and chest slightly raised over mine. The barest tip of his tongue played over my lips, and when they parted, it slipped in to touch the hard and soft interface between my upper lip and my teeth. Such a small, nearly innocent gesture, yet I was already beginning to undulate against him, desiring him again. “Ah, little one, what a lively creature you are,” he laughed low, retrieving his tongue and pushing his lips to mine.
“I’m hardly little,” I replied. There wasn’t much difference in height, and his solid, just-over-slim build made me uncomfortable with my proportions.
“Well, I want a term of endearment for you, and I thought that one was not too familiar.” I laughed aloud at that; we had just endured bone-shattering orgasms in each other’s arms, we were sweating like plow horses, my pussy was oozing the thick cream of his semen, and his penis looked as though it had been iced like a cinnamon bun. If that wasn’t familiar, Theo had a different dictionary than the one I used. I think he caught the irony, and he cocked his head. “Shall I call you dear one?”
“That’s nice,” I smiled, settling back on the pillows. “I like little one, though. It sounds fine, coming from you.”
“I shall call you all manner of sweet things, and show them to you, too.” His smile was big and very white against his beard and mustache. He kissed me again, impulsively, and trying to maintain this cavalier aura, he jostled me in his arms. There was an additional thrust of his groin against my hip. “Tell me, little one, if I had not come to my senses, would you have gone outside to be satisfied by the herm?”
The worst part of the storm had passed, but there was a steady rain pattering on the window above us. His eyes studied me closely, and I could be nothing less than honest. He had seen me naked and desperate, unashamed by acting like a whore in front of a near stranger. “Yes, I would’ve gone out there,” I replied, “but I only would have been relieved by the herm. Here I was satisfied. By you.”
He blinked at me several times; although he smiled, his eyes were somber. He was trying to find something to say, but nothing seemed adequate. I felt the pulse of his penis on my skin, and I moved a little into it, and it responded with an immediate thickening. I sighed in pleasure at this small victory, his desire returning as quickly as his erection. Now he found words. “Shall I satisfy you again, dear one?” I had already slipped from his grasp and assumed the posture of a woman in heat. With a chuckle, he replied with that of a man in need, in lust.
We ate the sausage and mushroom pizza in bed, not wanting to be far from it in the event our sexual appetite returned, although we would’ve used any willing surface to support either one of our backs. Theo had gone to answer the door, even though I teased him that he wouldn’t be able go five minutes without an erection. He’d tossed the comforter over me to hide my charms from his all-too-easily persuaded eyes, and turned his back on me as he slipped on his shorts. I’d planned to fix him when he returned, and arranged myself in all my naked glory in the center of the bed. Propped up on pillows and cushions, my index and middle fingers were deep in my pussy as I heard him humming, coming back to the bedroom. He’d anticipated my trick, and he was already nude, half-erect, as he came into the room.
He balanced the pizza box on the foot-board and climbed into bed beside me. “Such a wicked thing,” he nuzzled my cheek, pulling my hand from between my legs. “I thought we both decided we were hungry.”
We had, and I might’ve made some flippant comment about preferring lowly pizza to sex, except I could only watch and let out a thin sound of desire, as he took my offending fingers and sucked them dry, one by one, never taking his eyes from me. “What a lovely appertif,” he sighed, savoring each one. I thought it best to restrain myself during dinner, and we sat together like old college friends, sharing a glass of Coke as we ate over the pizza box. In spite of our remarkable reserve, the pizza was slippery with cheese, and we each suffered our share of spattered tomato sauce and the errant mushroom slice. A quick lick here or there served for a hasty clean-up, but we’d benefit from a real shower after dinner.
Theo put aside the pizza box and the uneaten portion and I rolled onto my belly, feeling pleasantly but not overly full. The gnawing sensation from having missed dinner several hours ago had been appeased, and I was returning to my reverie at being naked in this wonderful fellow’s bed. I turned up my head as he lay beside me, and he kissed some tomato sauce from the corner of my mouth. “Would my little one like a shower?” he said, reading my mind.
“That would be nice.” I could hear the rain continue outside, slowing at last. I certainly didn’t want to go home. To prove that point, I swayed my bottom a little, and Theo ran his hand from my shoulder, where he’d been tangling it in my hair, down my spine and over my buttocks, letting it remain there. The very tips of his fingers dropped into the curving crack. He leaned forward and nuzzled my shoulder.
“Do you know what a hoplite is, little one?” he asked me lazily, the pads of his fingers pressing against my buttocks almost imperceptibly. While I don’t think I reacted outwardly, I heard a catch in my inner voice. Had he read my mind again? I murmured a yes, and found myself spreading my legs apart more than slightly so that the cheeks of my ass moved apart as well. Theo rumbled a laugh in his chest and took advantage of this development; his fingertips touched lower against my flesh, coming to rest on the narrow strip of tissue that formed the separation between my buttocks. “Do you know how they loved?”
I raised my head and looked at him over my shoulder. “Why do you ask?”
“Just curious. Your beautiful bottom seems intrigued by such things.” To prove his point, a single finger touched my anus, resting there lightly but persistently, like a dragonfly on a blade of grass. I let out a hiss of desire. “You see?”
“Yes.” I hoped that he might put a finger in me again, as he had done while we shared our first sensual embrace, but he didn’t. “I’ve only done that once before, Theo,” I told him matter of factly. “Actually, it was done to me. I’d said I was interested, and about all I did from that point was to get on my hands and knees. The next thing I knew I had the guy’s entire dick up my ass.” I said this as quickly as the encounter had been for me. “It hurt like fire, and there was blood afterward.”
“Oh, your poor bottom!” he said empathically, regarding it with a certain sadness. “What an idiot he must’ve been.”
I shrugged, acknowledging his assessment of my previous encounter. “Well, it didn’t happen again.” That one experience hadn’t completely soured me on the idea, and I smiled at Theo. “I’m not unwilling, with the right person, and the right touch,” I said quietly. The dragonfly pushed against me very nicely, and I sighed, a smile curling my lips.
Theo drew me from the bed and took me into the bathroom, which had a separate shower stall and bathtub. We decided on a shower, the bathtub really only made to accommodate a single person – we’d wait for that new spa to explore our lust underwater. Our initial soaping brought Theo to a proud erection, as large as it always was, just as he’d whispered into my ear. I was a little anxious, but I’d been consumed with pleasure during our first intercourse. Now he was unerringly patient, massaging my buttocks and my thighs, rubbing my belly and breasts with an erotic massage that in time made me willing to do anything with him.
With a generous handful of liquid soap and warm water, I turned my back on him, leaning against the glass of the shower walls as he gently pried my cheeks apart. I fondled his penis and positioned the swollen head against my skin. I finally gathered up my courage let go of it and pressed my hands to the glass, forcing myself to breathe evenly and deeply. In this position I had to trust Theo entirely.
Each exhalation from my lungs was a form of relaxation, and I felt the turgid knob of his erection rest low between the cheeks of my soapy buttocks. I tried not to tense up. I’d licked and sucked it in bed, and it didn’t seem so threatening there. On the other hand, my mouth could open a lot wider than my ass, which seemed to have a particularly stubborn mind of its own, particularly at a time like this.
A few moments passed, and now I felt Theo press the glans against me with a heavy, deliberate tension. My sphincter widened gradually and stayed that way. No relief, no respite. I heard myself mewling and crying, tiny sobs, but I wasn’t going to say no or stop. More pressure. Please don’t let it be pain, I prayed, forcing myself to take deep breaths. Water from the shower spilled into my open mouth. More pressure. “Oooh,” I moaned, locking my knees so I wouldn’t jerk away from between Theo and the wall.
There was a sudden ease in the pressure, only a tiny bit, really, but a notifiable change, and I heard Theo laughing in the rush of water. My sphincter was stretched open and being held there by the width of his erection. Theo’s hands slipped around me, taking hold of a heaving breast.
“Look, dear one,” he urged me, “see how pretty you are in the mirror.” He could see me pressed against the clear glass of the shower door, and as he saw my smile in the reflection, he squeezed my breasts.
“You look so happy. Even your tetas are happy.” My nipples were hard and pleasingly sore with his kisses and nips. “And how is your little pearl? Is it happy, too?” One hand reached down between my legs, coaxing my clit out of its fleshy sheath with a few tempting strokes.
I leaned against him, trying to watch us. “Are you in all the way?” I asked, nuzzling his neck.
“Oh, my heavens, no, little one. A little at a time. No more this time. This is a strange, exotic place for both of us. We need to go slowly so we can explore it.” I reached behind me and discovered that only the head of his penis had penetrated me; the shaft was nestled between my cheeks. “You see? Just my juicy purple plum on top – it feels good just like this, doesn’t it?”
I could hardly argue with him. I was pleasantly opened, and my mound was being fingered expertly. I began to respond to that, which in turn, tightened my anus around his erection. He grasped at the tightness, which only served to spur me to another spasm of passion. We took turns gasping for air, and after an brief but intense interlude of squeezing and massaging and prodding, we came one after the other, my body leaning heavily against the glass, water cascading over my shoulders and back, my clit burning down to my toes, while Theo cried out like the thunder, delivering wave after wave of come into me. He carefully leaned on me, as the spasms passed through his penis and into my body, and already I was anticipating the next time we joined this way, taking his erection just a little deeper into my body, locking it into me ruthlessly.
I moved in a week later.

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Harry Potter and the Legacy of Hogwarts – Part 8 – The League

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Harry Potter: Harry Potter And The Legacy Of Hogwarts Part 8 – The League
by Avatrek ([email protected])
Hermione’s first day of class at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in 1976 had begun a little less than optimal. For her entire academic life, Hermione had always been at the top of her class, the best student, and ever the teacher’s pet. After being thrown back in time to a seemingly unrecognizable Hogwarts and very liberal culture, she was inadequately prepared for the truths of 1976 Hogwarts. The school was obsessed with sex, demeaning women with ridiculously revealing school uniforms, with not a single person concerned about the inequalities. Since arriving back in 1976, Hermione had been groped, fingered, spanked, stripped, and even had had her tight juicy little teenage ass cummed on by one of her best friends. But to the dismay of her better senses, Hermione had started to like it! Her inhibitions had been slowly decaying after her arrival back in time, but after being dosed against her will by her arch enemy, Draco Malfoy, she was having a very difficult time controlling her more carnal urges. The worst part of the entire experience was the fact that she couldn’t help but have a certain attraction to Malfoy, which was a definite side effect of the potion Malfoy had slipped her. Her first day’s classes had been dreadfully long, unfair, but not all together uninteresting. Although most of her classes other than Potions had been fairly normal, her Muggle Studies lesson with a younger version of Ron’s father had been quite the experience for Hermione. Now that the day was finally coming to an end however, Hermione was hard at work coming up with an antidote to the potion Malfoy had slipped in order to counter the more aggressive of her symptoms.
“Fuck Hermione! That was fucking hot today in Muggle Studies!” Harry told her, throwing down his backpack on the table beside her in the Slytherin common room. “I’ve never seen you like that!” Harry said, both quite delighted and overjoyed at the thought of Hermione becoming a slut. As Hermione tried to find an antidote for Malfoy’s potion in her Potions textbook, she tried to ignore both Harry’s praise and his looks at her ample cleavage. She had a strange urge to reach under the table and see how hard she was making him, but somehow controlled herself and redoubled her efforts at finding a cure for her present inhibited state.
“Malfoy dosed me with something at lunch. I couldn’t control myself.” She complained feeling another twinge of longing to slip beneath the table and suck on Harry’s hard cock. “Fuck! I can barely think right now!”
“I know something that could help set your mind right Hermione”. Harry said with a smirk as he moved his hand to Hermione’s inner thigh and ran it slowly up towards her moist pussy.
“Harry! I thought you at least wouldn’t take advantage of me while I’m in this state!” Hermione shouted at him, slapping his hand away, even though in reality, she had wanted his hand to slip underneath her tight little black and green thong and rub her wet fucking pussy.
“Okay okay Hermione! You don’t need to get violent! I’m just trying to help you fit in”. Harry replied, clearly thinking Hermione should definitely let out her inner slut.
“I know exactly what you want to fit in me, but my pussy is off limits for everyone!” Hermione responded, thinking all the while how fucking hot it would be to have Harry slam the full length of his hard cock into her tight teenage twat.
“There are other places other than your pussy that I can fit in, and I’m certain you’d like it”. Harry told her, thinking about how sweet it would be to see one of his best friends on her knees in front of him, sucking him off. “Besides, you probably should get some practice in before trials tonight anyways”.
“What do you mean? Quidditch team trials?” Hermione replied, utterly confused as Harry stood up from the table and gave her a knowing smirk.
“You’ll find out in a few minutes. I’m sure you’ll be team captain!” Harry said, being as cryptic as possible as he stole one final glance at her cleavage.
‘Weird’, Hermione thought as she folded up her Potions book and decided it was a lost cause for the night and thinking a long restful sleep would do her good for the next day of classes. Just as she reached the Slytherin girls dormitories stairs however, she heard a bell sound and the magnified voice of Professor Slughorn cut through the silence of the dungeon common room.
“All students third year and above, please report to the common room for start of the year trials”. Boomed Slughorn’s voice. A rush of people came down both of the dormitory stairs and adjoining rooms to converge on the common room and Hermione had no choice but to follow. In the throng of students gathering about the massive-bellied Slughorn, Hermione was groped and fondled several times. One third year boy even had the audacity to lift up Hermione’s skirt and pull down her thong. Everyone in the crowd of students got an amazing view of Hermione’s tight young ass and pussy before she was able to pull her skirt back down.
“Get back here you little fucking perv!” She shouted, but to no avail as he darted through the crowd with her slightly damp little thong, chuckling as he did so.
“Don’t worry you little Mudblood slut, you won’t need those in a minute”. Malfoy whispered in her ear as he slid his hand underneath her skirt and slid one of his fingers into her wet pussy.
“Unnnnnnhhh”. Hermione moaned, unable to help herself as Malfoy took advantage of her again. Although she knew it was wrong and that she should fight back, a strange feeling of bliss overcame her and all she wanted to do was replace Malfoy’s little finger for his big hard cock.
“Fuck your wet slut!” Malfoy moaned in her ear as he slid his finger in and out of her pussy while the crowd around them shifted their gaze to the oversized figure of Professor Horace Slughorn.
“For the last 49 years, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has partaken in one of the schools most popular sporting competition. This competition is the foundation for friendly competitiveness and rivalry, as well as a way to strengthen schoolmate bonds. For all newcomers, the 1976-1977 Suck-Off Season will be one of the most memorable!” Slughorn boomed, clearly excited for trials to begin.
“What? Unghhh!” Hermione moaned as Malfoy inserted a second finger into her wet slit.
“You hear him slut! The Suck-Off League used to be the most popular sporting even at Hogwarts until a kid died from over-stimulation in the 80’s and it was cancelled”. Malfoy whispered to her as a few cheers could be heard from the students eager for the season to begin.
“So the trials are to see what girls make the team? How many? And what if I don’t want to particip– Mmmm FUCK! That feels good!” Hermione moaned as she came on Malfoy’s fingers.
“Hahaha! I knew you’d like being my whore!” Malfoy said with a smile as he licked his sticky fingers and enjoyed Hermione’s flavour. “The Suck-Off League involves all the houses, but these are only trials for the Slytherin team. Each team is made up of the five best cock sucking girls in each house, with team members being as young as 13. Every girl from third year and above has to compete for their house team. It’s mandatory slut, so enjoy!” Malfoy finished, licking his fingers clean and smacking her one time one the ass before Slughorn continued.
“Because this will be the 50th year of the league, it is of utmost importance that Slytherin break the Gryffindor three year hold on Fellatio Cup! Lily Evans trains nearly every day and as Captain of the Gryffindor team, she will surely be our stiffest competition!” Slughorn announced, clearly wanting to beat Gryffindor’s stranglehold on the Suck-Off Cup and but also proud of Lily Evans, as a member of the Slug Club.
Hermione looked over at Harry and saw a small smile playing at the corner of this lips and a look of pride in his eyes.
“So… I will need all of the female students up front on the stage and ready to show some Slytherin pride and skill!” Slughorn stepped off the stage and ushered all the Slytherin girls on the stage for all to see.
“Hurry up Mudblood! It’s your time to shine for Slytherin House!” Malfoy laughed, smacking on her bare ass one more time.
Hermione slowly made her way onto the stage and took her position among the many Slytherin girls, aging from 13 to 18 years of age. Although not altogether pleased to find herself in her current predicament, she was pleased to see that she was definitely the hottest girl there. There were only 5 or 6 that were even on the same level, which made Hermione feel just a bit proud.
“Okay ladies! Take off your shirts and skirts and get on those knees for trials!” Slughorn announced, obviously overjoyed at getting to look at so much prime teenage pussy. “Excellent! Very nice indeed Miss Stranger! There was no need to remove your panties but I doubt many of the lads or myself can complain!” Slughorn commented, to a chorus of catcalls and whistles.
Hermione blushed as she finished removing her top and took another glance sideways to evaluate her competition. Hermione’s mind was flustered with some very in appropriate thoughts as she tried to imagine what was about to take place. There were a few fourth, fifth and sixth years that had bodies nearly as outstanding as her own and one third year whose breasts had already developed nicely for her age and was very beautiful.
“Now I need the men to line up, one in front of each of the ladies and drop those trousers!” Slughorn stated, as a rush of boys pushed and shoved for a few select girls, none more than for Hermione herself. “Settle down lads, everyone will get have the pleasure of enjoying five separate ladies. That’s why we have these handy little Replenishment Potions”. Slughorn told the squabbling boys, pulling out a large case of vials filled with a bright blue potion. After everyone settled down and took their place in front of each girl, Slughorn continued.
Hermione could barely believe her ears as she realized that she’d have to suck off 5 boys in succession. For her first boy, Hermione had ended up with a young third year, who looked too young for what was about to happen.
“Now for those new to the Suck-Off League trials, each girl will have to suck-off a total of five lads. A stop-watch will be kept to keep track of how much time it takes for each lady to suck off each lad. At the end of the trials the five best combined times will make up our new team for the 1976 Suck-Off League! On my mark… Begin!” Slughorn shouted as the boys stepped forward and each girl took their hardening cocks in and and started feverishly sucking them off for their white gold.
Hermione was still in a state of shock as the boy in front of her stepped forward and presented her with his four inch hard cock. Hermione was overcome with a sudden desire to grab hold of it and suck him off as fast as possible. The effects of Malfoy’s potion finally overcame her resilient inhibitions and she grabbed hold of the boy’s cock and took the whole 4 inches in her mouth at once. Before she could even draw him back out again, she felt a warm and salty, but very tasty splash hit the back of her throat and fill her mouth.
“Unghhhh!” The boy moaned, cumming down the gorgeous brunettes throat as he took in Hermione’s perfect body. Her young pert breasts, small rosy pink nipples, fantastic heart-shaped ass and tight little teenage pussy with a small strip of brown pubic hair had set him of immediately.
“Mmmmm!” Hermione moaned as she quickly licked him clean and drew out is softening cock just, beating all other girls in the first round, which took 5 more minutes before all the boys had spent their loads. Hermione’s hand slowly move down towards her soaking wet pussy as she enjoyed the show and waited. Harry, Malfoy and Snape were all next to each other, with each of them cumming after only a couple minutes. Malfoy had pulled out at the last minute and had cum all over the the fourth year girl’s face that was sucking him off. Hermione couldn’t wait for the next load of hot cum as the each of the boys drank a vial of the Replenishment Potion and moved to the next girl in line.
“Fuck you’re one hot slut!” Exclaimed Hermione’s next Slytherin boy. A burly 7th year who was hairy and smelled a little rank for Hermione’s taste, but she was much too horny to care. “A little horny are we baby?” The smelly seventh year said, looking down at Hermione’s fingers moving in and out of tight little pussy.
“Horny for a load your hot cum baby!” Hermione replied without even thinking, realizing only after how sexually depraved she sounded. Hermione loved it! The second round started as suddenly as the first. The seventh year’s cock was a little larger than the third year’s and still glistening with saliva from the previous blowjob. Hermione dived right in, taking in almost the entire five and a half inches immediately. She heard the seventh year shutter slightly as Hermione started sliding her mouth back and forth over his hard cock. The seventh year was lasting a little longer than the first but Hermione could already hear the boy’s laboured breathing and feel his shaft swelling ever so slightly. Reaching down the seventh year squeezed her nipples just as he spent his full and ample load down Hermione’s throat.
“Mmmmm!” Hermione moaned as she swallowed ever last ounce of the seventh year’s hot cum. “Fuck it tastes so good!” Hermione said, sucking out ever drop before finishing. Again Hermione was the first to finish. The seventh year boy was thoroughly satisfied as Hermione continued to lick his shaft clean.
“Fuck that feels amazing, slut! You’re the fucking best!” He groaned as Hermione finished up and waited eagerly for the next boy.
Looking next to her, she realized that she’d have the fortune of sucking Snape, Harry, and last but definitely not least, Malfoy. Hermione licked her lips eagerly as the seventh year fondled her breasts awkwardly and waited for the last girl to finish up.
“I’m glad I’ll have the pleasure of having you suck me off!” Snape said, as he exploded all over the face of the girl sucking him off. She tried to catch as much of cum as she could but she ended up getting covered in it.
“The pleasure will be all mine!” Hermione moaned, fingering her pussy even harder in anticipation. Each boy drank another vial of the Replenishment Potion and stepped up to their next girl.
Snape barely had time to step up to Hermione or for Slughorn to tell them to begin before Hermione had Snape’s entire 6 inches down her throat.
“Fuck your good!” Groaned Snape, doing his best to hold on but only lasting a few more seconds than the seventh year before had. Snape was going to explode down her throat like the two before had but Hermione quickly pulled her mouth of his cock and stroked it hard and fast, pointing at her pretty little face.
“Cum all over my fucking face Severus!” Hermione urged him on, smiling up at him as his cock stiffened even further in her hand and Snape let out a moan of pleasure, firing off six sizeable loads onto her still smiling face. Hermione licked her lips, sucked the rest of Snape’s cum out of his deflating cock.
“You’re even hotter with my cum all over your face!” Snape said looking pleased while admiring his handiwork.
“Next everyone!” Slughorn’s voice boomed a couple of minutes later.
“Looking good Hermione! You’re fitting in great, and I really like your new look!” Harry told her earnestly, looking down at her cum splattered face as he drank another vial. “I’m sure you’ll be the best Hermione. You always are!”
“Thanks Harry! Now get over her and let me taste that big hard cock!” She said as a matter of fact, as she took hold of his stiffening cock and the fourth round began. Hermione did her best to deep throat her good friend, and eventually with the help of Harry grabbing the back of her head and slamming his hips forward, she was able go balls deep on him.
“I’m not going to last much longer Hermione! You’re just too fucking good! Where do you want me to cum baby?” Harry asked as he felt his impending end coming on.
“On my tits Harry! All over my fucking tits!” Hermione replied in between deep throating him. Hermione got her wish as Harry pulled out at the last second and fired stream after stream of his hot cum all over her perfect little tits and rosy little nipples.
“Unghhh! Hermione fuck yes!” He groaned in pleasure as his last stream of hot cum ran down between her cleavage. “I wanna fuck you so bad baby!” Harry groaned looking down at her wet pussy and imagining his cock sliding in and out of her.
“Maybe next time stud!” Hermione teased as she cleaned Harry off and looked over at Malfoy finishing up on the face of the girl beside her. “Mmmm, I can’t wait for that!” She muttered out loud as she imagined deep throating Malfoy and tasting his salty cum on her tongue.
“Seriously Hermione? I know you have to suck him off but you shouldn’t enjoy it! He’s our fucking enemy!” He exclaimed as Slughorn told all the boys to drink another vial and move on.
“Ready for my cock Mudblood? I know how much you want it!” Malfoy said, looking down at the cum covered Hermione with a smirk on his face.
“Fuck yes I have! Fuck it’ll taste so good Draco!” Hermione replied, so eager to suck off her arch enemy.
“You look good on your knees and covered in cum. That’s where you belong whore!” Malfoy said as the final round started and Hermione quickly grabbed his hard 8 inch shaft and took it into her mouth. Hermione didn’t care what Malfoy was saying. All she cared about was tasting his cock and making him cum for her.
“Fuck!” Hermione heard Harry shout a few seconds later. She looked over next to her to see him explode all over the face of the pretty 13 year old.
“Deeper slut!” Malfoy moaned as Hermione increased her pace, and took in more of Malfoy’s cock, trying her hardest to get him to cum so as not to be shamed by the 13 year old beside her. “That’s it baby! Take the whole fucking thing!” Malfoy shouted a few seconds later. Unable to take it any longer, Malfoy quickly pulled out of her hot wet mouth and made her turn around and get on her hands and knees. With her ass and pussy fully exposed, Hermione thought that Malfoy intended to fuck her before cumming. Instead he stroked his long hard cock a few more times and moaned out in relief. “Fuckkkkkk! Take it!” He shouted firing 8 big hot loads of his sticky cum across her ass cheeks and dripping wet pussy.
“Mmmmmm! It feels so good Draco! Fuck I want you inside me though!” Hermione moaned as Malfoy took hold of her hips and slid his still erect cock in between her cum covered ass cheeks. Without saying a word, Malfoy continued to slide his cock back and forth in between her ass cheeks, staying fully hard the whole time. Panting and getting ready to cum again after only a couple of minutes, Malfoy moved the tip of his cock to Hermione’s moist slit.
“Maybe you’ll get your wish Mudblood! Unghhhhh!” He groaned for a second time, slipping the head of his cock just inside Hermione’s tight little pussy and filling her up with his hot sticky cum!
“Fuckkkk! You’re cum feels so good inside me!” She shouted, nearly passing out as she came from the sensation of being filled with Malfoy’s hot cum.
“And that’s it lads and ladies!” Shouted Slughorn as the last boy came down a sixth year’s throat. Slughorn admired the mess and cum covered girls all around him before tallying up the times. The girls quickly cleaned themselves up as Slughorn did his calculations. Hermione did the same but stayed on her knees to clean up Malfoy’s cock.
“And the team Captain will be…. Hermione Stranger!” Slughorn said. Hermione got cheers from all the boys as she finally stood up and took a naked bow. Slughorn named off the other 4 girls, which included the pretty 13 year old, a fifth year and two seventh year girls.
“You’ll make a great cock sucker, slut! Malfoy shouted at her as Harry stomped away looking a little miffed.
Hermione’s day had turned from on of the worst to one of the best in a few short hours. It only took a little potion and a little less inhibition, but Hermione was starting to really like the Hogwarts of 1976!

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Anonymous Invitation to a Party

Brian gets an anonymous invitation to a party, and finds someone there who he shouldn’t be having sex with. But he discovers himself getting seduced and a cock hungry tomboy rubbing her naked pussy against his face.

Fantasy

Life’s a Beach Part 2

As she was released Mary slid up the other woman’s body kissing her way up over her stomach and breasts. Stopping to suck and nibble at the engorged nipples for moving up to kiss the mouth. Their tongues entwined as their bodies pressed together, nipple against nipple, cunt mound to cunt mound. Hearing a sound she looked over her shoulder at Billy, he was kneeling a few feet away his cock hard and erect jutting from his crotch. Moving higher she lowered her cum dripping pussy to the other woman’s mouth and watched as Billy moved up and slid his cock into the pussy that was slick with juices and her saliva.
The stranger tried to push Mary away as Billy’s cock sank easily into her cunt, Mary however pushed her hands away, pressing her cunt against her mouth.
“Stop that, you liked watching me and Billy. Well now he’s going to fuck your pussy while you eat mine”
Mary felt the figure try to struggle free, reaching down she grasped one of the strangers nipples in her fingers and twisted it painfully.
“I said stop, I don’t want to hurt you but fair’s fair, I sucked your pussy so you can suck mine and Billy can fuck you”
Mary felt a tongue slide over her swollen pussy lips and she released the nipple and gentle stroked it.
The moon was sliding across the sky, it was now fully overhead, lighting the area of the beach they occupied in a soft bright glow.
Billy plunged his cock into the stranger’s cunt, he felt her legs wrap around his back pulling him deep into her. Bending forward slightly he ran his tongue over his mom’s breasts before kissing her deeply, tongues entwining in passion. He could hardly believe what was happening, first he’d made-love to his mom and now he was fucking some strange woman on the beach. A stranger his mom had already licked out and who was now licking his mom out.
He felt the body below him convulse in an orgasm, cunt muscles rippling around his deep plunging cock. Sitting back up he grabbed the stranger’s hips and started to pound his cock into the convulsing cunt. His ears filled with the sounds of his mom’s pleasure, the stranger’s cries muffled by his mom’s cunt. Faster he moved pistoning his hard fuck-tool into the hot embrace of the woman’s pussy. He could feel his orgasm approaching, his balls tightening as they started to push his jism up his cock shaft on its journey. Driving deep he held still for a moment as he shot cum deep into the stranger’s womb, before once more pumping his shooting cock in and out of the stranger’s hot fuck-tube.
As he pulled his softening cock from the stranger’s cum filled pussy his mom sank forward to 69 the stranger.
Mary buried her face in the strange woman’s pussy licking and slurping her son’s hot sperm from her dripping pussy.
The two women sucked and licked each other to orgasm after orgasm until finally they pulled apart neither able to take any more.
Standing on shaking legs Mary slipped her dress back on fastening the straps around her neck. Billy was already dressed and as she picked up her shoes the stranger finally slid back into her jeans. They shared a deep kiss of goodbye before she took Billy’s hand to lead him away.
“I didn’t get your name, only your son’s”
“That doesn’t really matter”
“W w will you and your son be here tomorrow?”
“I don’t know, why?”
“I’d like to do this again”
“Maybe we will and then again maybe not, we’ll see”
With that Mary slipped her arm around Billy and together they strolled from the beach. It was late when they got back to the hotel and they went straight to their rooms. Chapter four: Shaven haven
Back at their room Mary slid out of the sand covered dress and headed for the bathroom, turning on the shower she stared at Billy’s razor sitting on the sink. Reaching down she slid her hands over her neatly trimmed bush, with a smile she grabbed the razor and shaving foam.
Billy dropped his clothes in his own bedroom, from the bathroom he could hear the sound of the shower running. Naked he pushed open the door his cock jerking in appreciation at the sight that greeted him. His mom was sitting on the toilet her legs parted as she carefully ran his razor over her pussy.
Mary heard her son enter the bathroom and looked up, taking in his erect cock she smiled.
“No point in asking if you like what you see”
“Why’d you decide to shave mom, I mean I’m not complaining”
Mary wiped the last of the cream from her pussy, looking down she was amazed at how erotic the sight of her freshly shaved pussy made her feel.
“Don’t you like it”
“It’s great mom”
With that Billy pulled his mom into his arms, kissing her deeply, lifting her he sat her on the edge of the sink. Reaching down he slid his hard cock into her naked pussy revelling in the hot embrace.
Mary wrapped her arms and legs around Billy’s body drawing him deep into her, marvelling at how hot he made her feel. She couldn’t believe the opportunity she’d been missing, that she’d never noticed how much a hunk her son had become. She decided then and there as he plunged his cock into her willing pussy that she wasn’t going to go back to her life of lonely divorcee and young son. She opened her mouth accepting Billy’s probing tongue as her pussy accepted his pistoning cock.
Billy lifted his impaled mom and pushing the shower door open with his shoulder stepped beneath the warm spray. Leaning her against the wall he continued to fuck his cock into her willing pussy.
“O fuck Billy mom’s gonna cum honey, O god yes Billy harder harder, O yes yes yeeeeeesssssssssssssss”
Mary’s body shook to her orgasm; moments later she felt Billy pump her womb full of his hot cum.
They stayed locked together as Billy’s cock slowly softened and slipped free from the warm embrace of his mom’s cunt. Breaking apart the washed each other before drying off, Mary took Billy’s hand and lead him to her bed. Chapter five: Maid Service
They slept late into the following morning; Mary awoke to the sun streaming in through the bedroom window and her son’s morning erection pressing against her arse cheeks. She smiled at the feel wondering what the day would bring, ‘first things first’ she thought. Climbing from the bed she headed for the bathroom to relieve her full bladder. Turning in the doorway she looked back at her son lying naked on the bed, arms spread and cock standing up to greet the new day.
She was sitting on the toilet when the door into his room opened; a middle-aged woman stood there dressed in a housemaid’s dress, a cleaning cart stood behind her.
” O gosh I’m terribly sorry I didn’t realise there was anyone still in these rooms”
Mary glanced guiltily at her open bedroom door thinking of Billy lying naked on it.
“That’s OK we.. I mean I overslept”
Mary had finished peeing and so sat waiting for the maid to leave.
“That’s OK, but you should really use your do not disturb sign”
“Yes I never thought”
The maid still stood looking at her, showing no signs of leaving, ‘it doesn’t bother me’ thought Mary and standing she flushed the chain and turned to wash her hands. She suddenly became aware that the maid had walked up behind her.
“You forgot to dry your pussy, here I’ll do it for you”
Mary stood still in shock as the maid slid a hand between her thighs, a finger pushed between her labia into her pussy.
“Wh What are you doing?”
“Oops I forgot the paper”
Mary moaned as a second finger joined the first,
“You’ve got a nice tight little pussy”
The fingers were removed and hands held Mary’s shoulders and turned her round. She found herself looking into the deep blue eyes of the maid. They kissed tongues thrusting as fingers once more slipped into Mary’s moistening pussy. They maid broke the kiss and smiled,
“I’m Jill”
“M M Mary”
“Hi Mary now why don’t I go hang the don’t disturb sign and then we can get down to business”
As she spoke she walked towards Mary’s room and stopped in surprise at the sight of the naked sleeping figure lying on the bed.
“I see why you overslept”
Mary blushed suddenly worried by what would happen next.
“But hold on I thought he was your son?”
“It’s not what you think”
“Isn’t it, look honey what you and your son do is your business. I’ll hang the sign and then I guess we’ll maybe see if your son can please two women”
Jill opened the hallway door and slipped the do not disturb sign on the handle before once more closing and locking it. Turning she walked towards Mary who stood in the bathroom doorway. She had noticed Mary the previous day, then she had seemed prim and proper, Jill had instantly decided to try and fuck her. Today she was different; she’d realised that when she’d first seen her sitting on the toilet. She wondered what had made Mary decide to fuck her son and then realised she didn’t care as long as she got to fuck Mary. Maybe she’d even let the boy fuck her; normally she contented herself with the female guests, but he had a nice big cock, certainly bigger than her husbands.
Smiling she kissed Mary lightly on the lips,
“Why don’t you undress me”
Billy had awoken to the sound of voices from the bathroom, when the housemaid had appeared in the doorway he’d quickly feigned sleep. Now through half closed eye’s he watched as his mom slowly undressed the maid. As each piece of flesh was revealed she kissed it, running her tongue across it. He watched as she kissed and licked the maid’s naked breasts as she dropped the bra onto the growing pile of clothes. Kneeling his mom slid the maid’s panties down her legs before burying her face in the revealed crotch.
At the touch of Mary’s tongue on her pussy Jill moaned in appreciation, reaching down she slid her hands through Mary’s hair. She stood there awhile enjoying the feel of the tongue lapping at the juices that now flowed freely from her aroused cunt. Looking across she saw the woman’s son staring at her; she smiled at him appreciatively, ‘ god’ she thought ‘his cock looked perfect for fucking’. Gently she pushed Mary away.
“Get on the bed Mary, I think I’d like to see you fuck your son”
Mary stood and walked over to the bed, swinging her hips suggestively, climbing onto the bed she crawled across to her son. She kissed him deeply, pushing her tongue between his parted lips before sucking his tongue between her own. She kissed her way down his body flicking her tongue out to lick his skin. In spiralling motions she moved lower over his chest and stomach, watching the muscles contract in excitement. Lower she moved until his hard throbbing cock came into view, running her tongue over and around his cock-head she savoured the taste of his precum. She allowed the cock-head to slip between her parted lips, as it sank deeper into her mouth she moved her tongue over it and allowed her teeth to gently score along its length.
Billy moaned, eyes closed in pleasure as his cock sank between his mom’s lips, the feel of her teeth sent shock waves of pleasure through his body. Reaching down he cupped his mom’s head in his hands; gently he started to push his cock in and out of his mom’s mouth. He started to move it faster as his mom sucked him towards orgasm, one of her hands squeezing and massaging his cum filled balls. He felt warm breath on his face and opened his eyes as the maid lowered her mouth to his; they kissed tongues entwined.
Jill broke the kiss and looked down at Mary’s bobbing head,
“That’s it suck your son’s pig cock, make him cum in your mouth. Fuck your mom’s mouth, shoot your jism into her belly”
Mary sucked her son’s cock, feeling the head push against the back of her throat, he was thrusting hard now, to stop from being gagged she’d wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft. As her mouth was flooded with her son’s cum she started to swallow it savouring the taste. Suddenly an image sprang to mind that she had seen on the Internet, it had been of two women sharing a mouth of cum, a snowball she thought it was called. She stopped swallowing allowing her mouth to fill to capacity with hot spunk, carefully she slid Bill’s cock from her mouth, reaching up she pulled Jill’s head towards her. Gently she eased Jill’s mouth open and then opened her own, allowing spunk to slide from between her lips into Jill’s open mouth. She found it an erotic experience passing her son’s sperm between her and Jill’s mouth, strings of it hanging from their teeth and lips, until finally they had swallowed it all.
Releasing Jill she turned back to Billy, looking at his still hard cock she smiled,
“Do you think you can shoot a load of your hot cum in mommy’s cunt baby”
Reaching up Billy pulled his mom to him and kissed her deeply, tasting his cum on her tongue. Rolling over he lifted himself over his mom who now lay beneath him, her legs parted and her eye’s burning with lust. Reaching down he pulled her legs up against her breasts, before easing his hard throbbing cock into her hot pink fuck-tunnel.
Mary closed her eyes in pleasure as she felt Billy’s cock slide deep into her waiting pussy as her knees pressed against his shoulders.
As Billy sank ball deep in his mom’s cunt he felt her cervix nip at his probing cock-head, bringing a cry from them both. Turning his head he looked at the maid who lay beside them fingering her dripping pussy. Slowly he started to fuck his mom; he lifted himself so that his plunging cock rubbed against her engorged clitoris. As their hips met in he rubbed his pelvic bone against her erect nubbin.
“O fuck mom that feels so good, shit you’re so tight mom, I love making love to you”
“O god yes Billy, mommy loves the feel of your cock in her hot pussy. Oooo baby yes fuck me hard, faster baby faster”
Billy started to move faster reaming his cock into his mom’s hot willing pussy; her face was flushed with her pleasure as he looked deep into her eyes. Faster they moved until with a cry of release he felt his cock jerk and start to pump his seed deep into his mom’s womb.
The feel of her son’s hot cum, scalding its way deep into her womb pushed Mary over the edge into an earth shaking orgasm. Her juices flooded around Billy’s cock as her cunt muscles milked his cock, drawing his cum deep into her womb.
Their cries of release were joined by those of Jill as she brought herself off to a shattering orgasm fingers buried deep in her spasming pussy. Billy lifted up releasing his mom’s legs before falling forward to rest his head in her heaving breasts. They lay there together while Billy’s softening cock slowly slid in a flood of cum and pussy juice form Mary’s cunt. Rolling over he lay on his back and watched as Jill slid between his mom’s parted thighs and buried her head in his mom’s dripping pussy.
As he watched the maid lick and suck at his mom he felt his cock stir and begin once more to harden. Reaching down he started to masturbate, coaxing his cock to a state of full arousal. Moving behind the kneeling woman he guided his cock to her dripping fuck-slit before plunging deep into her. Her head lifted from his mom’s cunt as she moaned in appreciation. As she did his mom slid round until mouth was below their joined bodies and her cunt still offered to the maid.
Billy fucked his cock into the maid as his mom’s tongue and mouth lapped at his moving cock shaft and sucked his balls.
Mary lay beneath her son watching his cock plunge in and out of the other woman’s cunt, licking his shaft and Jill’s pussy as his cock moved within her. Her body was burning with her own fast approaching orgasm as Jill’s talented tongue worked on her pussy driving her towards another orgasm. She dove in wanting to cum at the same time as her son and Jill. She lapped at Jill’s engorged clit, bathing it in her spit as she rubbed it with one hand while squeezing her son’s heavy balls with the other.
Jill was on fire, the feel of the large cock pistoning into her hot pussy and the tongue and finger on her clit were driving her wild. She met each thrust of cock with a backward thrust of her own, driving it deep into her womb as she sucked and licked the pussy below her. She cloud feel her orgasm fast approaching, lifting her head she plunged two finger’s into Mary’s dripping pussy and started finger fucking her, rotating her wrist to increase the sensations that rocked through Mary. Lifting her head high she screamed in pleasure as she orgasmed,
“O god yes yes yes yeeeeeesssssss aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh”
Billy felt the fuck-tunnel his cock was buried in clench around his cock as Jill orgasmed; the feel of her tight pussy pushed him over the edge and flooded her cunt in hot cum.
Mary grabbed Jill’s wrist thrusting her pussy against the deeply buried fingers, as moments later she came.
They lay together as they all recovered from their orgasms, talking quietly. Jill glanced at the bedside clock.
“Shit, I’ve got to get going before someone notices I’m not about”
Standing up she kissed Billy and Mary before starting to pull her clothes back on, once dressed she looked at the couple lying in each other’s arms on the bed.
“Looking at you two like that makes me think of my own kids in a different way. I wonder if my son would be willing to contemplate fucking his mom. If not maybe my daughter would be willing to let me eat her pussy.”
Mary laughed “You’ll have to ask them”
“Maybe I should, I know for certain that my husband would love to get in his daughter’s pants”
Jill headed back to Billy’s room, turning her head she smiled,
“Will I see you both again tomorrow?”
Mary shook her head, “No we leave first thing tomorrow”
Jill looked disappointed,
“I’ll give you our address, that way if you’re ever passing, well you know and you can let us know if anything happens between you and you kids”
“Yea OK that’d be good”
After the maid had left Mary and Billy slowly drifted back to sleep locked in each other’s arms. Chapter six: Night swimming The rest of the day Billy and Mary rested from their morning’s exertions, ordering room service and only venturing from the room to eat dinner in the hotel dining room.
After dinner they walked down to the beach for an evening stroll by the sea, as they walked along the beach they noticed a couple sitting by the rocks where the previous night they’d fucked the stranger. They waved wondering if it was the same woman or not, it was difficult to tell in daylight. They didn’t approach; neither of them feeling the need for company tonight, tonight they wanted to be alone.
“Jill told me there’s a cove a couple of miles down the beach where you can swim in private”
“Sounds good mom”
They quickened their pace, heading along the hard packed sand left by the retreating tide. After a mile they climbed up a steep cliff face and found themselves walking along the coastline high above the sea. The lights of the town glittered in the distance, suddenly the cove opened before them with a steep drop to the beach below. Carefully the made their way down the gravel covered slope until they stood on the warm sand. The sun was sinking towards the horizon, bathing the cove in a golden glow that set the sea on fire. Look around they realised Jill hadn’t lied the cove was empty, the beach a smooth virgin swathe of sand.
Mary glanced at her son as she kicked of her shoes.
“Last one in is a chicken”
With that she ran down the beach her T-shirt floating behind her as she struggled out of her jeans before she ran naked towards the surf.
Billy laughed at his mom’s running back as he pulled his shoes and socks off; skimming his jeans down he ran towards the ocean, dropping his shirt on the way. Running through the surf he dove into the warm clear blue water and swam after his mom.
Mary screamed with laughter as Billy grabbed her legs pulling her below the surface, they came up for air side by side.
“You’re a chicken”
“Am not you cheated”
“O yes”

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Best Friend’s daughter

My friend John and I have been best friends through high school. We are both in our 40’s now, both married and both have children. John and I still go to the camp every few weekends. Our wives let us do so they have some relief from us. They are unaware of things John and I do at the camp. Several years ago we found out that we could have lots of fun with each other sexually.
This weekend we were planning to go to the camp, his 13 year old daughter, Sue decided she wanted to go with us. She has never wanted to go before. She is a tom boy and wears baggy clothes all of the time and tries to act like she is a boy. John tells me she wants to come to the camp with us. I tell him I have no problem with it, we will just have to cool it on our activities.
Well we got the boat ready and went to the camp. John’s daughter was dressed in her thug looking crap as normal. She is really a nice kid though. We arrived at the camp and unloaded everything. It was in July and very hot. We cranked up the AC and cooled the camp down. John was messing around with some of his things and I was fixing my fishing pools. I asked John if he wanted to go fishing and he said he would but later and that he would call my cell if he decides he wants to go. Sue asked if she could come because she likes to fish and wanted to get some sun. Sue said she wanted to put her bathing suit on. She went inside for a while and then came out and said she was ready. She still had her thug shit on.
Sue and I left and went in the oil field canal that is behind our camp. When we finally got to the back of the canal, we started fishing. At first we were both fishing and caught a few. The fish slacked off from bitting so Sue said she was going to get some sun. I was still fish and saw her start taking off her thug clothes but didn’t pay any more attention to her.
After a while, I turned around to put a fish in the live well and almost fell out of the boat. I lost my breath and couldn’t believe my eyes. Sue was laying there in a very small bikini and had the body of a grown woman and she was just 13 years old. Sue was laying on her stomach and had the ass of a race horse. Sue was laying on top of the live well hatch. I asked her to scoot over and she stood up to move to the other side of the seat pole. When she stood up, I was speachless. Sue had some of the firmest and pretties tit’s I have ever seen in a bikini. I guess she could see my face was flush and asked me what was wrong. I told her that I had no idea she was built like that because of the clothes she normally wears.
She said she wears the baggy clothes so the boys don’t hit on her at school. From the tan that she had, it appears she lays out quit a bit. Sue asked me if I would put some oil on her back. Man, this made me nervous and I was sweating like you don’t know what. She handed me the oil and I started putting it on her back. When I was finished with her back, she asked me to put it on her legs too. I started putting it on her legs but didn’t want to get too close to her fine ass. She told me I could put it all the way up to her bikini bottom. She said go on, I don’t bite. I couldn’t believe this was a 13 year old girl. I rubbed the oil in all the way to her bikini bottom with was about half way up her ass. Some of the cheeks were hanging out. This girls ass was very firm. I guess because of the sports she plays.
I going to tell you, my dick was hard as a rock. I kept having to hide it from her when she would turn to look at me. After I finished putting the oil on, I went back to the front of the boat to fish some more and try to get rid of my hard dick. Finally my dick went back down and I continued to fish. After a while, I could hear her moving around and saw that she had untied her bikini top but was still laying on her stomach. Sue asked me if it was all right that she had untied her bikini top. I couldn’t believe I told her this but I said, I don’t care if you get naked. Sue asked if any boats ever come to the location where we are. I told her the canal is a private canal and the only way in and out of it is by our camp.
I then started fishing again. After a while I caught another fish and went to put it in the live well and fell in the bottom of the boat. I couldn’t believe my eyes, Sue, my best friends daughter was laying there in the sun buck ass naked. Sue asked if I was all right. I said yes that she had just surprised me. Sue said well you told me you didn’t care if I got naked. She then rolled over onto her back when I was fixing to put the fish in the live well. She had the pinkest nipples and pussy lips I have ever seen. Sue then smiled and said did I do that. I realized she was looking at my pants and my dick was sticking straight out. She asked if I wanted to put some oil on her. I couldn’t say anything, I was speachless.
Sue’s legs were spead slightly apart and I could see her hairless pussy just looking at me. From the way she was laying I was standing by her feet. I grabbed the bottle of oil and started rubbing it on her legs. She spread them some more because I was now on my knees between them rubbing one at a time. I guess I actually made it to one of her knees with the oil and looked down at that pretty pussy. I just couldn’t help myself, I grabbed her legs and pushed them apart. I layed down and put my face right in her pussy.
Sue asked Mr. C what are you going to do. I didn’t say anything, I just started eating. Man, her pussy smelled and taste very good. Before I knew it, she was moaning and grabbed my head and was pushing it in her pussy.
I ate it for a while and made her come about a 100 times. Juices were just flowing out of her pussy like a faucet. My dick was so hard it was hurting. I pulled my dick out and she started begging me to fuck her. I put my dick in that little tight pussy and just started banging it. At first she said it hurt but I couldn’t control myself. That pussy felt so tight and so good, it wasn’t long before started to cum. I pulled out and started shooting come all over her stomach. I came so hard, some of it hit her in the face. She surprised me and started wipping it up with her hand and licking it off.
After I came, I just rolled over on my back beside her trying to catch my breath. My mind started going wild thinking, oh shit, I just fucked my best friends 13 year old daughter. He is going to kill me and have me thrown in jail. I was fixing to jump up and grabbed my clothes when Sue climbed on top of me and started kiss me like a grown woman. She Said she has never felt so good in her life. She said she has always had a crush on me. Sue then made her way down my body and started sucking my dick which had gone soft. It didn’t take but a second and it was hard again.
Sue sucked my dick like a grown woman would. I couldn’t believe how good she was. She kept sucking and I could feel I was about to come again. I told Sue I was about to come and she started sucking it harder. I started shooting again and she swallowed every drop. When she was finished licking all the cum off of my dick, she layed back on top of me and asked what did I think. I told her that, that was the best blow job I have ever had. I asked her how did she learn to do that. She just said she has sucked a few dicks in the last couple of years.
We both jumped into the water, cleaned off and went back to the camp. John was there taking a nap. Sue and I got something to eat and started watching TV. While sitting there watching TV, Sue reached over and grabbed my dick and said she wanted to suck it again. Her dad was on the sofa sleeping and we were sitting right across from him. I told her no way with her dad there. She kept messing with my dick and got me rock hard again. Before I could do anything, she had pulled my dick out and was sucking on it. I don’t know how my dick got hard because all I could do was see her dad waking up and killing me. Sue kept sucking it and I guess with the thought of getting caught, caused my balls to burst. I shot so much cum out, she couldn’t swallow it fast enough. Some of the cum ran down her face. She just wipped it up with her hand and licked it off.
This happened several more times while at the camp. I don’t know how we never got caught.

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A Chance Encounter VI

Hey Guys I know it’s been awhile since i’ve posted, if this is your first time, you may want to read through the other chapters first!

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Office slut gets found out

I’ve worked for my company since I graduated, I keep myself to myself since it’s mainly men I work with. I come in, do my job and go home and forget about it.
A few months ago I had to go in our supplies office to fetch some paper and one of my older co-workers followed me in. Jeff was around 60, creepy and pretending to look for pens. As the paper I needed was on a tall shelf I stood on a chair rather than ask Jeff. As it was slightly out of my reach I placed one foot on the desk and stretched out to get the paper. It was at this point Jeff managed to put his hand right up my skirt and ram his fingers into my pussy. I shouted loudly, shoved him away and stormed into my boss’s office to report him.
“Mr Jackson, Jeff has just assaulted me” I told him. He told me to lock the door, buzzed through to have his calls diverted and told me to take a seat and explain what happened.
Once I was through explaining he told me to stand up and remove my jacket. I could see him looking at my tits which looked prominent in my fitted satin blouse. I was glad I’d worn a padded bra and he couldn’t see my hard nipples through my blouse. He then told me to turn round and stretch one leg out in front of me, then told me to bend over.
“Okay Katie, I think I see the problem. Come and sit down”.
I took a seat feeling nervous that somehow this was my fault. ” Katie you’ve come to work in a very tight blouse, you’re breasts are too large for a top like that. Its rather unfair of you to distract your colleagues from their work by showing off like that. You have a tight pencil skirt on with a split up the back which shows your stocking tops when you bend over and as I can’t see any pantyline and Jeff shoved his fingers right into your cunt with no problems I can only assume you aren’t wearing panties. What have you got to say for yourself Katie? You must know you dress like a slut and that men can’t help fingering sluts?”
I was so shocked I just managed to stutter “but I am wearing panties Mr Jackson”. “You’d better show me then or you’ll have explaining to do” said Mr Jackson.
I slipped my skirt up, wriggling round sideways in the seat and showed him the purple string which ran across my hip. “Oh you’re wearing a g string Katie? Show me the front”.
I was embarrassed and said I couldn’t. He asked why and I said “because they’re dirty”. He looked at his watch and said “but Katie its only 9.40, how did you get your panties so dirty? Tell me”. I told him I’d stayed the night with my boyfriend and he’d cum in my pussy before I came to work. “Good man” he said, “that’s precisely what I intend to do. Open your legs and show me your dirty knickers Katie”. I was shocked but my pussy was throbbing as I spread my legs wide in the chair and showed him the tiny brazillian thong which covered just my slit and lips and was thoroughly wet with spunk. “Oh Katie, you come to work dressed like a slut, with a freshly shaven slut cunt and a load of spunk dripping out your knickers and wonder why you’re getting fingered in the office? Do you often come to work with a load of cum in your cunt Katie?” I confessed I did. Most mornings if I didn’t already stay overnight with my boyfriend Jim I’d go round and get a load of cum in my cunt before work. Sometimes I’d go round and suck him off then have him spunk up my hole or if I was short of time I’d send a message saying I was on my way for cream and he’d wank off. By the time I got there he could open the door to me, skirt up, legs spread, bent over and just shoot his load right in me. I’d quickly take his cock in my mouth to clean it and he’d go back to bed while I’d put my knickers on at the doorstep and go to work.
“So Katie, you love spunk up your cunt. I think that you’re more upset that Jeff covered his fingers in your cum than you are at him fingering you. He’ll pay you back for that, I’ll see to it. Now panties off, I’d better get you cleaned up to receive my load” he said as he pulled my underwear off and began licking my slit. “You’re a dirty slut Katie aren’t you?”. “Yes Sir” I moaned as he licked me clean, poking his tongue inside and sucking out my boyfriend’s cum. ” I’m going to get you nice and clean and then I’m going to fill you up with boss cum, would you like that Katie?”. I writhed in pleasure as he lapped at my cunt, thinking that I was going to get a fresh load in there, “yes sir, please cum in my cunt”. “Say you want boss cum Katie, say you want it in your cunt”. He was stroking his cock and all I could think of was getting my cunt filled, I started to cum as I moaned “yes sir, please, I want boss spunk, please, fill me up”, I held my cunt lips as wide apart as I could and begged him for his load as he stroked his cock faster and faster, then felt his cock rammed deep inside me, “here it comes Katie” he said as he pumped hot jizz in me. “Slut” he said pulling out, “keep your legs open, I’m going to take a picture everytime I cum in you”. I lay there with cum dribbling out my slit as my boss held my lips open and took a photo. “So, we’re going to have to keep that cunt wet aren’t we?” said Mr Jackson as he zipped up his trousers. ” I expect you to come to work with a dribbling spunky cunt every morning from now on. You will come into my office first thing every day for inspection. You will also wear sheer bras from now on, I want your nipples visible to all your colleagues” he told me as he typed something on his computer. ” I don’t want you to wipe your cunt all day, come back here at 1pm for inspection and to receive my next load. Now we have to sort Jeff out. I’ve sent him an email. He’s expecting you in his office so he can apologise. I want you to go in there, bend over his desk and he’ll shoot a load all over your cunt to make up for fingering you today. How does that sound?”. “Fine sir, thank you, I’ll see you at one” I said as I walked to Jeff’s office to have my cunt wanked over.
At least it was out now and my colleagues knew I was a slut, I wouldn’t have to hide it anymore and I think I’m going to be getting a lot of cum from now on. X

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Science-Fiction

Program Alpha-Omega 1

I am NOT the original author. The original author is “Eric Storm”
Episode 1: Omega Finds Alpha
“Mr. Griffin?”
Zack shook himself into awareness as he realized the entire class was staring at him. He looked humbly up at his teacher, and said, “Yes, Mr. Parks?”
“Mr. Griffin, I realize that you may be fully capable of passing your final as we speak, but it is not seemly for you to ignore me completely.” There were some chuckles around the room.
“I’m sorry, sir, I got distracted. What was the question?”
“Never mind, Mr. Griffin, we’ll move on to someone who is more interested in the material.”
As Mr. Parks moved on to another student, Zack glanced up at the clock. Another fourteen minutes before this rather boring review session would be over. Zack Griffin was ready to pass his final in Computer Programming, as Mr. Parks had suggested. Zack spent a great deal of time dealing with computers. He made his extra cash by fixing computers, and teaching people how to use them. This was his last class, and, while normally this class would have been his most fun of the day, but he didn’t need the review, and found himself staring out the window, and daydreaming of Claudia.
Claudia Merris was a senior. Zack had met her the year before, at the Freshman Social. The juniors and seniors of the Freshman Services Team were responsible for helping the new freshmen adjust to the high school. Claudia was a junior then, and held some responsibility that Zack never had been able to discern. However, she had asked him to dance right off the bat, and they had struck up a friendship. He’d hoped for a date, but the one time he’d asked her out, to the Valentine’s Dance last year, she’d politely begged off, because she had a death in the family. Still, they remained good friends, to the point that they were tutoring each other. She needed his help with computers, and he needed a hand with biology. It was a comfortable arrangement.
His daydream, however, had been about the sorts of things he wished they’d been doing last night instead of studying biology. He knew the reason Claudia wouldn’t date him was because he was an underclassman. He didn’t like that, but he certainly understood. Still, it didn’t stop him from fantasizing.
The bell rang, ending an interminably long class. Not only was this his last class of the day, but it was Friday, so he had a weekend to look forward to. Not that he had anything planned, but he could sleep in, and play on his computer. Zack was a computer whiz; he could write programs as easily as most people wrote letters home. His father, who worked for a local computer research company, was extremely proud of his son. His mother was just baffled by it all. The Griffins were very supportive of Zack, and had told him that his college would be paid for, regardless of what he wanted to do. His father secretly hoped that he would join the company, but would not push him to do so. His mother was just glad that he had turned out as well as he had. She worried about him, because he had no siblings. After his birth, complications had made it necessary for her to have a hysterectomy, and so they had only the one child. She was relieved that he seemed to have turned out so well, even if he was something of a loner.
—–
Zack dumped his book bag in a corner and turned on his computer. He wandered off to the kitchen while it booted, returning with a soda and a piece of last night’s pizza. He started up his internet connection, and changed into jeans and a T-shirt while the connection was established. The computer had its own phone line, and Zack spent a large part of his free time surfing the web and chatting with friends.
Today, he headed over to his favorite chat room, where a lot of the technically proficient, but often slightly crazy, computer experts hung out. He hung out in this room often, because he picked up tips on hacking, cracking, and generally useful pieces of information on running systems. Zack wanted to be system admin for a large corporation when he got out of college, so he wanted to know all he could.
Today, one of his old friends was hanging around, just bullshitting with the other chatters. He immediately acknowledged Zack’s presence.
: Hi, Zmorph!
(Zmorph was Zack’s online name.)
: Hey, Val. How’s things?
: Oh, just peachy. You?
: Bored. But at least it’s a weekend.
: Got a hot date tonight? 😉
: Yeah, right. Not funny.
: Sorry. I’ve been waiting for you, though. I ran across something you might find interesting.
: What’s that?
: Well, it’s a program. The author claims it doesn’t work, but who knows? Maybe you could get it to go.
: What’s it supposed to do?
: Oh, nothing much. You’ll see. Here’s the URL:…
No sooner had he given Zack the web address, than Val had needed to sign off. Zack wasted no time in heading over to the site, and having a look. The page was titled “Failed Projects”. Not an auspicious beginning. He read through the description. This program was intended to… control people? Well, no wonder he couldn’t get it to work! But as Zack kept reading, he realized that the author wasn’t just dreaming, that he had in fact done all the necessary research. But the article concluded by stating that the program had not actually worked on any of five subjects he’d tried it on, and that the author, who identified himself only as Adam, had not a clue as to why. Adam was certain that the science was sound, and that the problem was somewhere in his execution of the elements of the program, but he had not been able to find it. He stated that anyone who wanted to was welcome to try to fix the program, and use it for their own purposes, so long as they didn’t sell it.
Zack downloaded the file, thinking, Well, hell, I haven’t got anything better to do tonight. I can at least give it a look and find out what it does do. Zack was certain that it did not have any chance of actually controlling people, but he figured it probably had some pretty cool graphics in it.
—–
He spent the next two hours engrossed in source code so complicated that it was taking him two or three minutes just to interpret what each line actually did. The source was very poorly documented, and Zack was taking the time to add comments to the code so that he wouldn’t have to re-interpret later. The thing that struck him was that, while the code was poorly documented, it was extraordinarily well written. It was tight, fast code, that didn’t appear to him to have flaws in its basic logic. Though he didn’t yet have confidence enough in it to compile and run it, he was becoming aware that the author of this code was smart enough to know what was possible, and what was a pipe dream, and he began to wonder if there was a possibility that this program actually might work.
He was interrupted by his mother calling him to dinner. He made sure to save his work, and password-locked his system before heading off to the dinner table. Conversation at dinner was the usual dull exchange: Dad had a difficulty with his boss, Mom had to deal with the cranky dean out at the college. They asked, as a matter of course, how Zack’s day had been, and he told them it had been dull. Zack worked his way quickly through dinner, excusing himself even before dessert. His parents took only minor note of that, realizing that he must have some kind of project, which was usually his only reason for skipping dessert.
Zack returned immediately to the code, and continued translating what it did, and typing in comment lines. He worked well into the night on this, for the program was thousands of lines long. When he finally dumped himself into bed at four a.m., exhausted, he had finished translating the code. He set his alarm for nine o’clock. He thought he had spotted some parts of the code that looked wrong. He figured this would be a good weekend project for him. He had no homework, having finished it all during school, and so his weekend was completely free. He fell asleep dreaming of lines and lines of code whipping by him, and he had to find the one line that would make it all run.
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Zack was startled out of bed when his alarm went off that morning. He tried to shake off the fuzziness in his brain with a long, hot shower. His parents slept very late on Saturdays, and so weren’t up yet. He made himself a bowl of cereal, and considered what he needed to do to try to get the program working. He knew that he should run the program, to see what it actually did, as far as putting things on the screen, or playing sounds. After that, he wasn’t sure. He’d decide a little later.
Having finished breakfast, he hurried back to his room, shutting the door and sitting back down in his chair. Soon, he was staring at an intensely colorful display with an eerie background soundtrack. He felt a strange sort of pull, but was able to shake it off, and turned the program off. Now that he had some idea of what the program was actually producing, he needed to look at Adam’s research, which was included with the source code.
For the next five hours, Zack was immersed in his project, uncaring of what went on around him. He delved deeply into the research text that Adam had included with the program. He moved back and forth between the source code and the text, labeling the program as to what each section was trying to achieve. He had sections labeled ‘Initialization of Mind Variables’, ‘Sublimation of Will’, ‘Opening to Suggestion’, and a final section labeled, ‘Suggestions’. This last section was completely empty, except for the only comment line that Adam had included in the source:
// See research text for options
Zack had, in fact, looked through that part of the research text and realized that the code for this section was remarkably like a script language. He would have no trouble writing this section. But where was the problem?
Of course, Zack didn’t actually know there was a problem. Although Adam said the program didn’t work, there weren’t any options listed under ‘Suggestions’, which was where the actual commands to the person were supposed to be entered. Zack decided to try a hopefully harmless experiment on himself. He modified the program to make the watcher “lose” an hour of time, staring at the screen. He would try this on himself. With any luck, it wouldn’t turn him into a zombie.
Taking the precaution of leaving a note for his parents, Zack began the program, noting the time at 2:46 pm. The program ran its course, and closed. Again, Zack had felt the strange tug of the program, but when he looked at his watch, it was 2:52 pm. He had only been sitting for six minutes.
If Adam had been any less thorough in his research, Zack would have trashed the program there and then. But after reading Adam’s files, Zack was nearly as sure as Adam had been that this technique should work. He remembered the few places he had thought there were errors, and he returned to them.
Another four hours passed before Zack was interrupted from his work. His mother knocked on the door to announce dinner. Once again, he password-locked his screen, and got up. He rushed through dinner once again, barely stopping to say anything to his parents. They were more amused than annoyed, knowing that he must be on to something very interesting.
Zack had identified, during the afternoon, six different places in which the program seemed to be flawed. He started with the first. Over the next hours, he coded and compiled and ran the program with no regard for time. Finally, pushing exhaustion, Zack laid his head down on his desk, and fell asleep…
—–
…Claudia stood before him in a skin-tight dress, unzipped well below her tits. Her breasts stood proudly from her chest, pushing the fabric of the dress open enticingly. The dress ended several inches above her knee, and was incredibly tight on her legs. She sidled up to him, pressing her firm mounds into his chest, and wrapping her arms around him.
She kissed him hotly on the lips, her body pressing tightly into him. She brought her mouth to his ear, kissing it, and running her tongue along his earlobe. She trailed her tongue along the line of his jaw, the hot sensation of her tongue replaced with the cool sensation as her wetness evaporated. As her tongue reached his mouth and forced its way in, her hand snaked down to his crotch, grasping his cock firmly-
—–
Zack shot upright in his chair, breathing hard. He realized that he had been having the most intense wet dream that he could ever remember. He struggled to catch his breath, as his heart was racing, and his breathing was short and raspy. Until that moment, he had not realized just how badly he wanted Claudia Merris. Of course, he could never act on those feelings.
Could he?
What if the program works?
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On that possibility, Zack worked through the rest of the night. His mind was fully concentrated on the task at hand, and ignored the fact that it was noon before he paused long enough to even realize he was hungry. He decided to take a break and make himself some lunch. He made sure to save and password-protect his work before leaving his room.
His mother was in the kitchen when he came down, and she greeted him warmly.
“How is your newest project coming, dear?” she asked.
“Oh, okay, I guess. I’m not sure if it works, yet.”
“What does it do?” she asked. Her curiosity was normal, but Zack couldn’t very well tell her he was working on a mind control device.
“It’s… just a program to make some neat special effects.”
“Well, don’t overwork yourself, dear. Have you finished all your school work?”
“Don’t have any,” he said, stuffing his sandwich into his mouth.
“Okay. Well, good luck with your program. You will let us see it when it’s done, won’t you?”
“Um… sure, Mom, no problem.” Yeah, right.
His mother left the kitchen, and he quickly finished up his lunch, then returned to his room.
—–
Three hours later, Zack had managed all of the fixes he’d thought necessary. He was ready to try his program one more time. Once again he scripted a one-hour loss of time. Checking the time on his watch, he noted it was 3:22 pm. Setting his watch on his desk, he started the program.
It began as it had before, but quickly it deviated. The light patterns drew him in, the sounds penetrating his mind, filling his senses. The lights swirled and continued, drawing him deeper and deeper. The sound soothed him, relaxing his mind and body. He felt as if his body was floating, weightless. His muscles were completely relaxed, his body felt like Jell-O. The sensations continued for what felt like hours. The colors and swirls filled his mind, allowing him no thoughts. He was only able to absorb the patterns before him. The sound became more than just music to his ears, he felt as if the sound itself were a river, carrying him away to a warm, comfortable world.
The colors and the music began to fade, much too soon for Zack’s taste. His consciousness climbed up out of its haze, and he found himself sitting back in his chair in front of his desk. He felt totally refreshed, as if he’d had a good night’s sleep. He looked at his watch. 4:23 pm. Hot damn, it works!
It was at this point that Zack decided to keep a journal of what had to be the biggest discovery in history. He thought he should name his program, too. His program? That was hardly fair. Most of the really breakthrough work had been done by Adam. Zack wished he could find Adam to let him know, but there had been no contact information on the website, and it was an anonymous site. Well, if I can’t tell him about it, at least I can include him somehow in the program’s name. After rejecting names like “Mind Control A to Z”, Zack decided to be more obscure. He labeled it “Program Alpha-Omega”, because Alpha was the first letter, and Omega the last letter, of the Greek alphabet. He created the graphics for it, and added it to the beginning of the program. Feeling he had done a spectacular job for just two days of work, he was fairly proud of himself. Now, how to use it?
That was the real question.
—–
Of course, that question did not take Zachary Griffin very long to answer. Remembering his dream, he knew that he wanted to live out that fantasy. He wondered, though, how he could introduce her to the program without making her extremely suspicious. Well, he thought, before I worry about getting the program into her head, I need to actually have it ready for her. He spent the next two hours working up the “instruction script” for her. He had redesigned the program from its original configuration, so that the instruction script was externally kept. This meant that he did not have to recompile the program each time he wanted to change the instructions.
Having formulated his instruction set for Claudia, Zack saved the information, shut down his computer, and headed down to dinner. His parents noticed that, unlike the last two days, he was not rushing to finish his meal. He was, however, very quiet.
“Is everything okay, Zack?” his father asked.
“Huh? Oh, sure,” he returned.
“You seem upset about something, dear,” his mother said, not really asking a question.
“No, not really. Just thinking about something.”
“How’s your project coming?” his father queried.
“Pretty good. I’m stuck on a minor point, is all. Nothing significant.”
“Is there anything we can do to help?” his mother asked.
“Nah. I really want to do this myself, ya know?”
“Of course. Well, good luck, son,” his father concluded as he got up from the table.
—–
Zack headed back up to his room, and flopped down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. How to get Claudia Merris to look at the program…
“Duh!” he almost shouted, sitting up so fast he got headrush. He laid back down as he continued thinking, She comes over here three times a week to learn computer stuff. I can just have her look at it then! I can tell her it’s some game… no, she won’t buy that… It’s a relaxation program? Yeah, that works, a relaxation program to help people concentrate.
Having relieved himself of that problem, another one popped up almost instantly. How do I know if the program works on her? I mean, it worked on me, but what if she’s different somehow? Zack thought this one over for a few moments, and then realized that this was fairly simple to do, and he powered up his computer to add the lines of code to his script, to both relax her, and to add a final command that would make her gesture in a certain way, indicating the program had worked. That takes care of that. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a very entertaining day for me.
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Zack was on an emotional high Monday morning, both from the expectation of what was to come, and the simple thrill at having performed so well over the weekend. His classmates had seen him this way before, and chalked it up to his usual oddness. He could not have cared less about their opinion of him now, for he was going to achieve a goal he had long ago given up hope for.
The day flew by for Zack, and he soon found himself in the cafeteria for lunch. He looked across the room, and there was Claudia, her long brown hair cascading down her back, her deep brown eyes were warm and radiant, her face a friendly invitation. From this angle, he could not see her front, but he knew that her breasts would be filling out her blouse nicely, firm globes behind the silky pale yellow material. Her ass was luscious, and he admired it from where he stood.
He managed to sit down at an empty table while still keeping his eyes on Claudia. She was sitting with other seniors, most notably her best friend, Stephanie. Zack took the opportunity to notice the differences in the two girls. Stephanie’s dirty blonde hair fell only to her shoulders, but it framed her round face nicely. Her brown eyes were hooded in an almost sleepy expression that belied her keen intelligence. Her pouting lips and slightly upturned nose filled out a lovely face. Her breasts were not as large as Claudia’s, but just as firm. Her taste in clothing, however, was much more liberal. While Claudia was wearing a pale yellow blouse and a matching skirt, Stephanie was wearing a tight-fitting red dress that stopped well short of her knees. Stephanie was definitely a knockout, but beyond Zack’s reach. She was cordial to him, but not exactly friendly. She made it abundantly clear that she only tolerated him for Claudia’s sake. He would never have a chance with her.
Unless the program works.
That thought came unbidden, and he knew instantly that it was true. If his program worked, he could have any girl in the school. Hell, he could have them all, if he so chose. Not that he’d want them all, but it was an interesting thought to be diverted by while he ate. He scanned the cafeteria, finding other girls who would be worthy of attention, if the program worked.
Finishing up his lunch, he took his tray to the rack. Before leaving the cafeteria, he walked over to where Claudia was sitting.
“Oh, hey, Zack,” Claudia said cheerfully. The rest of the seniors either nodded, or ignored him. Stephanie kept her face under tight control, but nodded politely to him.
“Hi, Claudia. You’re gonna be over for tutoring tonight, right?” Though he tried not to seem too anxious, the question was perfectly normal, as Claudia had a tendency to forget about their tutoring sessions.
“Sure, Zack. Seven, right?”
“Yeah. Okay, I’ll see you later, then. Bye, Stephanie,” Zack added mischievously. Stephanie barely took the time to recognize he was speaking to her.
—–
Zack now waited through the longest part of his day. He knew she was coming. He was pretty sure his plan would work. But he had to wait for another- he checked his watch- five hours and fifteen minutes before he could put it into action. He feigned interest in the subject his teacher was lecturing over as he thought about what he would do to the beautiful Ms. Merris once she was under his control.
—–
As soon as he got home, Zack showered and changed into more comfortable clothing. He wanted clothing that would be easy to remove, and so chose sweats and a T-shirt. He didn’t think she would find that odd, and his parents hardly cared what he wore at home, though they insisted he dress properly for school, which meant new jeans and a decent pullover shirt. Not that he minded, but it wasn’t as comfortable as his old, faded jeans with the holes and his well-worn T-shirts. Having prepped for the evening, Zack tried to pass the time online. But none of his friends were online this afternoon, so there was no one to talk to. He logged off and tromped out to the den to immerse himself in some mindless television entertainment.
Even this held little appeal this afternoon, but he put up with it until dinner time. He ate his meal quickly, giving short answers to his parents’ questions about how school had gone, and once finished, he hustled into his room to prepare for Claudia’s arrival.
Finally, at her usual time, Claudia arrived. They went into his room and he closed the door. Though it was unusual for him to close the door all the way, nobody seemed to notice the difference.
“So,” Claudia said, “What are we learning about tonight?”
“Well, we’re supposed to cover some of the finer points about pointers,” he said, trying to be witty, and failing, as usual. “But first, I’ve got a program I’ve been working on that I’d like you to look at.” His heart nearly stopped as he said it, hoping she would not object.
She didn’t. “Okay. What’s it for?”
“Well, it’s supposed to help people relax, so that they can work more efficiently. Or, in our case, hopefully study more effectively.”
“Cool. Let’s see it.”
Zack walked over to his computer and double-clicked an icon. The opening graphics popped up immediately.
“Neat,” Claudia responded.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Zack said under his breath.
The graphics began to whirl and spin on the screen, and the sounds gushed forth from the speakers. Zack had added commands to the script so that he would not be affected by it. Claudia sat calmly, watching the display, not moving at all. Of course, since Zack had never tried the program on anyone, he didn’t know what she was supposed to do, except for the gesture at the end…
Which never came. The program wrapped up, and cleared the screen back to the operating system, but Claudia did not make the special gesture. She turned to Zack and said, “That was very relaxing. I think you did a good job with it. We should use that before each of our sessions.”
Zack agreed, but was certainly disheartened. What could have gone wrong? Of course, he would have to look over the program again. It had worked on him. He would have to find out why it had not worked on her.
Their tutoring session was not as useful as it could have been, but Claudia didn’t seem to notice. Near the end, she thanked him for his help, as she usually did. Just before leaving the house, however, she asked him, “Are you ready for your bio test tomorrow?”
Oh, shit! He’d forgotten all about his biology test in the rush to finish the program. He quickly cleared his face and said, “Sure, no problem.”
“There better not be. We spent way too much time studying for that test for you to screw it up.” She said good night, and walked down the drive to her car. As he closed the door, he wondered what he was going to do. He could barely remember the items they had studied last week.
And I need to look over the program! Wait a minute… I wonder if the program can help me with the test. I remember reading somewhere that you never actually forget anything, it’s just that you have trouble recalling it. Well, hell, it’s worth a try. Maybe I can program myself for a perfect memory.
Zack trotted back to his room, and began coding a script for himself. It didn’t take him more than fifteen minutes to have what he considered a satisfactory script, and he wasted no time in running it. The script he had written was specific to the test, and would last only until the test was returned to him with a grade. He didn’t want to be accused of cheating, and then not be able to reproduce the results. Zack’s mind blanked as before while the program ran, and it still seemed forever as he sat there waiting for it to end.
Once the program did clear the screen finally, Zack shook his head, and immediately realized that it had, indeed, worked! He quickly scanned the practice quiz that his teacher had given, and found that he was able to remember the answer to every question on it correctly. Hot damn! I’ve just come up with the easiest possible way to get an A at school!
But his high was muted by tonight’s failure. He didn’t know what had gone wrong. The program obviously worked flawlessly on him, so why didn’t it work on Claudia? With stolid determination, he trudged once more into his code, looking for the answer.
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Zack was no closer to an answer eight hours later. When he looked at the clock and realized that he had only an hour and a half before his alarm would go off, he nearly panicked. How would he be able to focus for the test? How would he even be able to stay awake?
Once again, his thoughts turned to the program. He knew that there were states of mind that were actually more restful than normal sleep. He wondered if he could conjure up such a state in himself. Well, if nothing else, I can do my first experiment over again. That was pretty restful. Zack took an almost careless five minutes to code the program, and booted it up without a second thought…
—–
…Zack was surrounded by swirls of colors and patterns. Sound caressed his ears, his brain, his very soul. His body felt weightless, completely without form. He was totally relaxed and serene.
But he was not alone. Now, swimming around him in the ethereal mist, were scores upon scores of women. He knew he had not programmed this into the script, but it took him a few moments even to realize that he was thinking inside the dream-state. That hadn’t happened before, either. Just then, one of the women, scantily clad and looking remarkably like Claudia, approached. She caressed his misty form, and he felt the touch, electric to his body. Her words echoed directly into his mind. <>
Oh, yeah? he thought, Can you tell me why the code doesn’t work on Claudia? He hardly expected an answer. He certainly didn’t expect what he got.
The lines of the program began to whiz past his field of vision. He noted three places marked in red, The voice again, <>
The Claudia-ghost approached him again. Her tenuous lips pressed against his, the softest velvet touch. Her hand glided across his chest, pressing as lightly as a warm summer mist. Then her essence flowed away from him.
Wait! Come back! he cried, not wanting to lose this, even if it were fantasy.
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At that moment, his mind rose out of the depths of his dream-state. His body was relaxed, and he realized that the hour and a half had passed. He noted that he did feel quite refreshed, and that he seemed alert and focused. He hoped that this would remain the case throughout the day.
He wrote off the “answer” to his question in the dream. After all, it was just a dream. How could it possibly know what the answer was? I’ll have to keep looking when I get home. That thought disgusted him as he walked out the door to catch the school bus. He hated having to find his own mistakes.
—–
His classmates noted the change in attitude. However, since Zack was prone to mood swings, they did not take much notice. The few people he would have called friends did make an effort to stay away from him throughout the day, the look on his face not inviting conversation. Inside, his mind turned the problem over and over, trying to find the flaws in his programming technique.
However, when the time came for his biology test, the information that he had studied with Claudia the previous week flowed forth from the depths of his memory, allowing him to breeze through the test. Since he did not want to be the first one done, he went over his answers two more times, to double-check that his memory was not misleading him. In every case, he found that he had the right answer. Finally, after two or three others had turned in their tests, Zack handed his in, and returned to his seat, and his problem. He scowled as he tried to reconcile the success of the program on him with the utter failure of it on Claudia. His teacher assumed the expression related to the test. Zack was not known for doing well on such tests.
—–
Zack grumped and grumbled his way through the rest of the school day, and trudged to his room when he got home. He turned on his computer, and changed as it booted up. He immediately began to dissect the code, and waded deep into the mire of pointers, strings, and objects.
Three hours later, his mother called him to supper. He nearly cursed at her as he realized how much time he had spent trying to find something that was not forthcoming. His surly behavior kept his parents’ inquisitiveness to a minimum. They were familiar with his moods, and knew it was best to let him be when he got like this.
After dinner, he slumped into his chair, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, the thoughts from his dream came back to him. Well, what can it hurt? He tried to recall the three points where the code had been marked in red. He easily recalled two of them, but the third proved elusive, until he decided to simply scroll down the text until his brain said Stop! And there before him was the third section of code. He recognized it, now, because of the unique pattern the commands made on the screen.
—–
After printing out the three sections of code, he examined them closely to see why these might be causing the problem. In a flash of inspiration, it occurred to him that the pattern used in the will sublimation matrix might be person-specific, or at least gender-specific, given that it would be a remarkable coincidence that a person-specific code would have worked on him on the first try. The three pieces of code all dealt with the will sublimation matrix, and Zack thought he had an idea of how he might be able to correct this problem, if it were, in fact, gender specific. He would invert certain portions of the pattern, in accordance with the research that Adam had provided. He hoped he was doing this correctly, given that he was working from an unproven hypothesis from an unknown source based on unsubstantiated research. Hey, what have I got to lose? The program still works on me, so my grades are going to be killer from now on!
The modifications took him only an hour to make, and the verification loop in the program said that the program would run as predicted. Of course, it could not tell him whether it would work or not…
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And it didn’t. Once again, Claudia came over for tutoring, and, at her own request, Zack showed her the program. But the “verification gesture”, as he’d taken to calling it, was not displayed. Damn it all to hell. Well, he hadn’t really expected to get it right, had he? Maybe he ought to just settle for what he had.
But he really wanted the girl.
Once again, his tutoring was a distracted effort. Claudia didn’t really notice this, as she was struggling enough with the concepts of computer programming. The lesson passed by quickly, and soon it was time for Claudia to go home.
Returning to his room after seeing her out, Zack sat down once more in his chair. He now knew that his dream had been just that. There were no bad marks in his code, he should have known that. The idea just didn’t work. But then how to explain its effect on me? Mind over matter? Have I been able to convince myself that it works, and so it automatically does? No, that can’t be it, because I really didn’t think it would work that first time.
Maybe the dream can help me…
That last thought seemed strange, almost not part of himself. But he didn’t argue with it. Whether it contained the answers he sought or not, it had been a pleasant enough experience.
He fired up that program, using the same script he had used before. Once again he almost felt the colors floating around him. And soon, the ethereal crowd had gathered around him again.
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The answer you gave me did not work.
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Why?
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What is the rest of the answer?
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Before him, Zack saw flashes of the will matrix, noting the old version, that he was using right now, and beside it, the Claudia version. He noted that there were again red marks throughout the Claudia matrix. He also noted that there were two red marks in his own.
What does this all mean?
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Who, or what, are you?
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Huh?
But Zack did not have time to get an answer. His consciousness was drawn back to reality as the program finished its course. “We are you”? What the hell does that mean?
Letting that go for the moment, Zack immediately began to mark down the changes that the dream had indicated. He went back and changed all of the red marked sections of Claudia’s matrix. He was hesitant about making changes to his own, however. He labeled the sections, and noted the required changes, but did not actually make them. He wouldn’t fully trust the dream until he knew what it meant by We are you.
Having finished up all of the appropriate changes, Zack would have to wait until Friday, almost two full days away, before seeing if the new Claudia matrix would work.
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Zack was almost back to normal on Thursday. He had done all he could on the program until he learned whether or not the new changes were successful. And he wouldn’t find that out until tomorrow night, when Claudia would come over to study again. So, although he was full of expectation, he easily kept it in check by reminding himself that he was now being counseled on how to fix the program by a voice in his head.
He lounged through his day, knowing that, working on Claudia or not, the program would allow him to recall all of the information from his classes with ease. He breezed through them all, until lunch.
Lunch was when Claudia changed their usual meeting time.
Lunch was when Zack agreed to meet with her tonight instead of tomorrow, because she wanted to go to the game.
Lunch was when Zack’s heart started to pound in anticipation of what might be this evening.
—–
Zack was flustered for the rest of the day. He had established in his mind that he had a one day buffer, that he would be able to just relax and wait. Now, that was not to be. As he got off the bus, though, something in his head said, All will be fine.
It had that voice. The voice from the dream. Zack stood rock still until he was sure that he was not going completely crazy, that the voice had only been in his head. He shook his head as he walked in the front door, thinking, I’ve got to find out what the hell is going on with me. Does the program cause you to go crazy? Is it some sick joke by Adam, where he makes you think you can control people, but really it just turns you into a schizophrenic?
<> The voice sounded very reassuring. And it was enough to almost convince Zack that everything would, in fact, be fine.
Except that he was listening to voices in his head.
—–
Once again, Zack went through his preparation ritual, showering and changing into comfortable clothing. He’d already told his mother that Claudia would be coming over tonight to study. As expected, she had no problem with that. She was proud that her son was able to help out a senior.
Dinner was a strained affair for Zack, who was terribly anxious about the evening. Once dinner was through, he went to his room to make sure that everything was ready. He busied himself until Claudia arrived.
—–
As he opened the door to greet her, it was almost as if he were letting an angel into his house. Her long brown hair flowed over her shoulders, parting to tumble down both her front and back. Her face was framed by those beautiful tresses, and her eyes sparkled. Her mouth parted in a welcome smile. Zack let her in, noting that she had worn a T-shirt that was fairly loose, and tight jeans that accented her long legs and round ass to good effect.
He followed her into his room, and again shut the door. This had become standard practice through the week, and now he didn’t expect her to question it. She didn’t.
“I wanna thank you for agreeing to see me tonight instead of tomorrow, Zack. I really want to see the game. It’s pretty rare that my dad takes the time to take us kids to anything, and I don’t want to miss it. But I can’t afford to miss our tutoring sessions, either, since I’m struggling as it is to keep up.”
“No problem, Claudia. Well, let’s get started. You want to use the relaxation program again?”
“Can we? It really does seem to help.”
“Sure, I don’t mind.” Zack started up the program, and sat back to watch.
About two minutes into the presentation, he noticed Claudia begin to shudder slightly. He hadn’t seen her do that before, but he couldn’t say for sure that it was because of the program. However, when her shudders become mildly worse, he had to admit that they probably were the result of the program having an effect on her. This was a positive sign.
Finally, the program ran its course. This was when Zack held his breath. Claudia just sat there for a good thirty seconds. Then, her left hand rose from her lap, and came to rest on her right breast. She moved it slowly across her chest to her left breast, and then diagonally down, across her stomach to her right hip. Moving her hand back across her stomach, she paused to allow her fingers to dip briefly between her legs, and then her hand finished its movement at her left hip. She had just unknowingly drawn a “Z” on her chest, in a very enticing manner. This was the verification gesture, and Zack now knew that the program had worked.
Zack moved his chair close to Claudia, and then moved into her field of vision. As soon as she saw him, she turned to him. She brought her hands up to his face, pulling it gently to her. Their lips touched, gently at first, but with growing pressure. Her kiss was, indeed, the softest of velvet, her tongue slipping lightly across his lips until they parted to admit her.
As her tongue began to caress the inside of his mouth, he casually ran his hands up her sides. Finally, he reached her breasts, and he cupped them firmly in his hands. He could feel her tits encased in a bra, and he longed to have them bared to his touch. She moaned into his mouth at the feel of his hands on her body.
He broke their kiss long enough to say, “Rub my dick.”
Immediately her hands moved down to his crotch. As their kissing resumed, he felt both of her hands press against the sides of his cock, rubbing gently up and down its length. He moaned quietly into her mouth, encouraging her to continue. Her hands moved along the length of his rod, and one moved down to fondle his balls through his sweatpants. He was just about ready to tell her to suck him off.
Then came the knock on the door.
Quickly, they disengaged, though Zack had to quietly order Claudia to back off. Once they were squared, which seemed forever, but Zack was certain was just a couple of seconds, he said, “Come in.”
His mother opened the door and peaked in. “Are you guys okay in here? I thought I heard a funny noise.” What’s funny about moaning in pleasure? Zack wondered.
“We’re fine,” he answered. “Just about to begin studying.”
“Okay. Well, don’t work too hard.” His mother walked away, but left the door open. He couldn’t close it without raising suspicion, and he certainly couldn’t return to what he had been doing with it open.
Shit.
Next time, Claudia, we won’t be interrupted.
And he’d have to figure out how to do that.
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