My hot Secretary
She changed my life
This is a fantasy not meant to be taken seriously. It contains elements of DDLG, incest and other “taboo” subjects. If that offends please just don’t read. Its not real its just a fantasy story. Thanks. This is a diary of a consenting adult writing a fantasy. All characters are consenting adults
A detour into Liam’s past with a full sized beauty
The story of one man trying to please 5 women
This story is based off of a real person, real relationship, but not 100% true events. Much of it was fantasy.
Please read the earlier parts to get the full effects
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“Shouldn’t you get undressed first to do that?” asked Laura, trying to sound innocent.
Rachel and I opened our eyes. I was going to laugh but Rachel looked serious. I felt her taking a deep breath. “If we’re going to do this, let’s just do it,” she whispered to me. Now butterflies invaded my stomach. It was really going to happen. I got up in answer and held out a hand to her. She stood and moved in front of me. As I unzipped her dress, she looked at Laura and began the speech she had probably been rehearsing throughout dinner.
“Laura, we know things didn’t turn out as you expected this weekend. I’m sorry, we’re both sorry. We know you probably came here like us, without much in the way of pajamas because you were planning to be having sex all week. Now,” she took another deep breath before continuing. “It’s time for bed. Gary and I are going to sleep naked, and we are going to make love. Feel free to sleep however you want. You can watch us if you want, or turn away. We’re still going to have sex, either way. It won’t bother us if you watch. It won’t bother us if you masturbate in front of us. If watching bothers you, you can take a walk or wait in the bathroom.”
Laura looked shocked at Rachel’s words, but the shock wore off quickly. When I finished unzipping Rachel’s dress, I slid my hands under the material and pushed it off her shoulders. From the back, I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra, only panties, under the dress. Laura’s look of shock turned to something else when my wife’s dress fell to the floor. I couldn’t figure out what because at that moment Rachel turned around, pressing her soft skin against me, and began undressing me. When a beautiful nearly naked woman starts undressing me, rational thought goes out the window. When it’s my wife, the most beautiful woman in the world, the woman I love more than anything else, all other thoughts fall by the wayside just like her clothes. I ran my hands over her bare back as she unbuttoned my polo shirt. When she grabbed the hem, I lifted my arms to allow her to remove the shirt. Tossing it aside, her eyes met mine with a grin as she sank to her knees. She deftly unbuckled my belt and undid my pants. She sensually slid her hands inside the sides of my pants, over my briefs, as she pushed my pants down. One of her hands slid around to the front to pass over my growing erection as the other pushed my pants to my ankles. I tried stepping out of them but they were caught on my feet.
Rachel realized my difficulty and left my hardon to use both hands to get me out of my pants. When she did, she grabbed me by the cheeks of my ass and pressed her face to my dick, kissing me through the cloth. I throbbed. It was then I remembered we had an audience. I looked up, away from Rachel’s face, to see Laura caressing one breast through her shirt. She had been intently watching what Rachel was doing so she didn’t notice I was now watching her.
Laura moved her other hand over her crotch and slid it back and forth, up and down her slit. I was doubly assaulted – by Rachel’s mouth trying to reach my dick through my underwear and by the sight of Laura playing with herself. My mind cleared when I felt Rachel’s fingers inside the waistband of the only piece of clothes I was still wearing. She was pulling down my underwear. The moment of truth – I was about to be completely naked in front of Laura. With scarcely a moment to think about it, I felt Rachel finish undressing me. My erection sprang free, announcing its presence to the world as it stuck out like a flagpole. Laura’s eyes widened a little. I saw her tongue stick out just a little and lick her lips. Her nipples were just barely noticeable beneath her soft cotton shirt and I could see her breathing had deepened.
Rachel licked the tip of my dick, tasting the precum gathering there. The touch of her tongue to my erection was like an electric current. I let out a moan, a moan that was echoed involuntarily by Laura. The silence now broken, Laura spoke softly.
“Is it good?” she asked.
“Oh, yesss,” Rachel answered, a strand of precum that had joined her lips to my cock breaking free as she moved her mouth to speak. She leaned forward, taking my shaft into her mouth. I had watched Rachel giving me a blowjob countless times. I was at that moment more interested in watching what Laura was doing. She was actively groping one of her breasts now. The other hand had been rubbing harder and harder against her pussy. Now she slid it under the waistband and into her pants, without even undoing the waistband. I couldn’t tell if her hand was inside or outside of her panties, but the expression on her face told me her fingers were rubbing her lips. At first I was shocked that Laura was touching herself in front of me. Then I realized that I was standing naked in front of her, getting a blowjob.
Rachel released my dick with a final kiss and stood. She looked at me but I was still in such a daze that it took me a moment to realize what she wanted.
“Oh, yeah,” I smiled, sinking to my knees. I found myself facing her pussy, the panties starting to show a wet spot between her legs. She was so beautiful, wearing only that one garment. I kissed her slit through her panties, inhaling the fragrance of her juices. Laura now all but forgotten, I turned my attention to the woman in front of me, the love of my life. I wanted nothing else at that moment other than to give her pleasure. With my lips still pressed against her pussy, I pulled her panties down. The elastic waistband moved across my lips like a rubber band, leaving my lips pressed against her dark brown bush. I could feel the texture of the fine curly hairs and I could smell her wetness. I tentatively pressed my tongue into her slit, parting her lips, as my hands finished pushing her skimpy panties down her legs. I felt her step out of them as I started licking up between her lips. She was wet, really wet. I wasn’t sure if it was because she wanted to be fucked so badly or because Laura was watching, but she really wanted it. I used my fingers now to part her lips fully so my tongue could push into her hole. The smell and taste of her juices was overwhelming. My thought at that point was that the juices flowing out of her were her gift to me, her love for me pouring out into my mouth.
I felt Rachel’s hands on my head. They weren’t pressing me harder against her. They were pulling up on me. I looked up, still feeling the curly hair against my face, and she breathily said, “I need you to fuck me. Now.” Her words were insistent and I certainly wasn’t going to deny her that pleasure. Or me.
I stood, but she was already moving onto the bed as I was standing. She slid backwards onto the bed until her head was on the pillow. She spread her legs for me as I crawled into position on top of her. Her hand was between her legs, guiding my dick to the place it knew so well. I moved lower, onto her body, as I felt my dick insert into her warm, moist channel. Our bodies were coming together at a point where they fit so perfectly. At this point, I didn’t care if we were being watched. There was only Rachel and I, joining together as one in this ultimate expression of love. The feeling of being next to her, inside her, as close as we could become, was the nicest thing in the world. This wasn’t having sex. This was making love. I looked into Rachel’s eyes, seeing my passion mirrored there. When a motion caught my eye, I looked over and saw something I was unprepared for.
Laura’s clothes were in a pile on the floor and she was leaning against the frame of the bathroom door. Her legs were spread a little and one hand was between her legs; the other hand held something I couldn’t see. I was seeing her naked for the first time. I loved Rachel, but I lusted for Laura. I can’t deny that. She was young, trim and blonde. She was very cute. She wasn’t someone I was in love with, but it was fun to look at her. She saw me watching her and smiled. She moved to the bed and settled into a spot right next to us. She put a pillow against the headboard with her left hand, then leaned back against it and spread her legs. At that moment I could finally see what she had been carrying in her right hand – the dildo I had found earlier in the bed. She was going to use it while she watched us. I was surprised, but curious. I had never even seen one before that day. Now I was going to watch a woman use one. Laura positioned it at her opening.
“Don’t you need some lubricant with that?” Rachel asked. She had apparently been watching Laura as well.
Laura smiled and turned slowly to regard us. “That’s not a problem. Watching you has made me wet enough.” She turned back to her pussy, pressing the plastic head against her lips and moved it around a little, wetting the tip. She reached down to a red knob at the base and twisted it. The dildo, or should I say the vibrator, began buzzing. As she pushed it up into her, her head lay back onto the pillow. She didn’t lift her head, but instead turned her head to look at us. It appeared that she was having as much fun as we were. Her hips began thrusting up, at about the same pace as ours. I could see that the dildo was glistening with her juices as it came out, before plunging back in. I was fascinated with watching the lifelike shaft penetrate her blonde-haired lips.
I felt Rachel’s hands caressing my ass and knew I should pay more attention to the woman I was making love to at the moment. She was smiling when I turned and focused on her.
“I thought you might have forgotten about me,” she said pleasantly.
“Not a chance. I was just looking. I know who I’m supposed to be inside of.”
“Good, don’t forget it.”
In answer, I began thrusting more vigorously, causing her to grunt on the in strokes. I wanted to last a long time, to really impress Laura with my stamina. Alas, it wasn’t to be. I could have handled the feeling of Rachel’s pussy around my dick. I could have even handled the sounds she was making in response to my dick. What I couldn’t take was having Laura there. The buzzing of her vibrator kept reminding me we were not alone. The novelty of being watched had a definite effect on me. Whenever I looked her way, I saw Laura’s blue eyes watching me intently. On top of that, she had such a sweet way of moaning as her own orgasm approached. And, I have to admit, a few thoughts of sexual contact with Laura did creep into my mind. As much as I love Rachel, I couldn’t keep thoughts of Laura away. All of this was just too much. Far sooner that I had hoped, I felt my dick throbbing. I was approaching the point of no return. I was planning to slow down my thrusting, maybe even change position for a while. Then, Laura gave a great moan. Rachel and I both looked her way. I saw her shove the vibrator deep inside her pussy and hold it there with her right hand while her left was a blur across her clit. Laura’s orgasm triggered mine and I was helpless to stop it. All I could do was thrust as deeply into Rachel as I could, and squirt. I reached underneath her and dug my fingernails into her ass cheeks as I came harder than I had in a long time. Maybe it was Laura being there. Maybe it was knowing Laura was cumming at the same time. Maybe it was watching Laura using her dildo. Whatever it was, it was good – for me. Rachel loves feeling me cum inside her, but it was too soon for her to cum. I was spent but she wasn’t quite there yet.
“Aww,” she said in desperation when she felt my spurts. She knew I was done. “I didn’t get to cum,” she continued, realizing she was the only one in the room who had been denied an orgasm. I was lying on top of her, our faces inches apart. We were both panting and I could feel the incredible wetness of her pussy surrounding my softening cock. At that moment, I longed for her to cum. I would do anything to make her feel what I had just enjoyed, what Laura and I had just enjoyed. Rachel looked at me. Maybe there was a twinkle in her eye, or it was the pleading in her voice, or maybe the guilt I felt for taking so much enjoyment from her body and not giving her as much. “Gary, please eat me.”
Ordinarily, I love to go down on Rachel. I love eating pussy. I love the taste, the smell, the sight of her pussy. I love looking up from between her legs and seeing the orgasm wash across her face as she plays with her tits. But now, with her pussy full of my sperm, I wasn’t so sure. What would it taste like? She had tasted my dick before, right after it came out of her pussy. She had to be tasting her own juices. Now she was asking me to taste my sperm as it leaked out of her. My wife was asking me to do the same. I should also taste her juices, but the thought of eating sperm was turning me off. Looking at Rachel, I could see the sexual frustration in her eyes. I hated letting her down like that, especially because thoughts of Laura made me cum so fast. There was only one thing I could do – one thing I had to do. I took a deep breath as I pulled my now soft dick out of her and positioned myself in front of her pussy.
I was getting excited again just by being so close to her open cunt. Then I saw the white remains of my ejaculation start to slip out between her lips. It’s mine, I told myself. If I expected her to taste it when she gave me a blowjob, the least I can do is taste a little of it myself. I looked up at her face, seeing anticipation. That did it. I loved my wife more than I feared tasting my own cum. I pressed my face into her wet lips. The scent was definitely her, but there was also a trace of sperm. I almost had to force myself, but I extended my tongue and made contact. I had kissed her a few times after I came in her mouth, after she had swallowed. That taste was here, in her pussy, where my dick had just been. I stopped thinking about sperm and concentrated on pussy. I focused on what I was doing for Rachel and moved my tongue against her most intimate parts. She instantly enjoyed my tongue running over her clit. She wasn’t that far from orgasm, in spite of the pause. I moved my tongue lower, between her slippery lips, to her opening. I could feel a lot of wetness coming out of there. I sucked it into my mouth and swallowed. The taste was definitely sperm, but flavored with her. It wasn’t as bad as I expected. I didn’t gag, and I didn’t choke. It was just a different taste. I knew what I was tasting but I wouldn’t let myself dwell on that. I was thinking about what I was doing for Rachel. I concentrated more on the feel of her pussy than the taste. She was moaning now and moving her hips. I felt pride at what I was doing for her. I was going to give her the orgasm she deserved – the one I had denied her. I slid my hands beneath her ass, tilting her pelvis up slightly. Each time my tongue moved up to her clit, I could look over her bush and see her face. The sight warmed my heart. She was starting to cum, enjoying herself totally. That encouraged me and I moved back lower with even more vigor. I really got into it. I could still detect my own flavor, but I was thinking of what I was doing for her.
Her legs clamped tightly around my head and she lifted her pelvis off the bed as she gave a loud, drawn out, moan. Her hands, which had been fondling her breasts, were now on the back of my head. She was out of control, in the throes of an orgasm – a big one – and she only wanted my mouth to press harder against her pussy. I kept up my ministrations, careful to keep up the stimulation so I could prolong her peak. In time, the hands that had been holding me tightly suddenly pushed me away. She could take no more for now. I moved away from between her legs and got a good look at her face. She was opening her eyes and looking down at me.
“Damn. That was good.” She took a deep breath, and then held her arms out to me. I moved over her and, lying fully on top of her, kissed her. I pressed my tongue into her mouth and she eagerly sucked it in. Then I realized what I must taste like, only she didn’t seem to mind tasting herself in my mouth. When our lips parted, I opened my eyes to see her smiling at me in a thoughtful way.
“You taste a little like sperm,” she said. I blushed at those words. “Don’t be embarrassed. I like it.”
Laura spoke next. I think we had both forgotten she was there. Rachel jumped a little at the sound of Laura’s voice. Laura spoke softly, almost reverently. “That was so awesome. Watching the two of you was hot. When Gary went down on you, after, I got so wet. That was so incredible, seeing him eat you out… after cumming in you.”
All three of us thought over what she had just said. It was definitely something new to all of us.
“Knowing what I must taste like made it all the more exciting,” Rachel added. She was looking at me, lovingly. “You did that for me. I didn’t realize what I was asking at the time. Now that I think about it, that was such an act of total and complete love.”
“Now that I think about it, I can’t believe I did it,” I told her.
“But the gesture was made. You did it because you love her so much. You guys have such a special relationship.” Laura licked her lips and swallowed. “Thanks for letting me watch.”
When I looked over at Laura, I realized how absurd the situation was. The three of us were naked, sharing a bed. Laura was holding her dildo, still wet with her juices. Rachel was lying before me, her legs open and her pussy visibly wet. I could feel how wet my cheeks were. Laura was right. It wasn’t just an act between Rachel and I. Laura had shared in it by being there.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Rachel said. There was not sadness or unhappiness in her voice. Maybe disbelief, but not regret. She gave me a smile, a soft loving smile, then turned and did the same to Laura. “This is so right,” she reassured us both. I could see she was thinking hard about something. The indecision clouded her face. She looked from Laura to me, then her expression changed to resolve. She sat up, moved to her knees between Laura and me, and took my hand in her left. She took Laura’s hand in her right. She looked back and forth to each of us as she spoke.
“This is so right. The three of us sharing this moment. Three friends taking part in such a private moment.” Laura started to speak but Rachel shook her head at her, stopping her. “I want us to share totally. We’re all friends, good friends.” She pulled her hands together now, in the process placing my hand over Laura’s. My palm was sweaty as I felt the skin on the back of Laura’s hand. I had no idea where this was leading, but it didn’t seem bad. Not bad, but not somewhere I had ever been before. “Laura watched us making love and liked it.” Rachel took a deep breath and looked into my eyes as she said, “I want to watch.” Then she turned to look into Laura’s eyes. “I want to see what Gary looks like when he makes love.” She squeezed our hands. “I want to watch the two of you make love to each other.”
Looking past Rachel, I could see the expression of surprise on Laura’s face mirrored my own. In that moment, I felt surprise, concern, fear… and excitement. I admit it. I was horny at the thought of fucking Laura. Still, I loved Rachel dearly and I didn’t want to do anything to injure our marriage, no matter how badly I wanted to do it with Laura. I reached out with my left hand and touched Rachel’s cheek, turning her face to mine.
My heart had started pounding when the realization of what Rachel was saying first hit me. I had to clear my throat before I could speak. “Are you sure about this?” She smiled and nodded slowly. “Really sure? Do you realize what you’re saying? What you’re asking?”
She giggled. “Of course I do. I just asked my husband to make love to my best friend. While I watch.” Hearing her say the words made it seem all the more incredible.
“Are you sure you can handle it? I mean seeing me and Laura, me inside her, cumming inside her?”
Rachel kept smiling sweetly and nodded. Turning, she now addressed Laura. “How do you feel about it?”
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Fifteen year old Harry Potter sat in Buckbeak’s room feeding/grooming his godfathers winged friend while Remus and himself was getting sloshed a few floors down. It was two nights to his hearing at the ministry at the boy was getting nervous. “Hey Harry” spoke His best friend’s sister who had been watching him for a few minutes while he groomed “beaky” as Hagrid called him.
“Hi Gin” said the green eyed young man, “What brings you up here?” He asked the red head.” I just wanted to tell you night but you looked so peaceful I did not want to interrupt you. Ginny bowed to Buckbeak who bowed back. Harry looked Ginny in her nightwear up and down noticing her breast growth and the womanly curves forming; he swallowed and adjusted his paints when she was not looking.
Ginny smirked when she saw Harry adjust himself when he thought she was not looking and decided to give his something to masturbate to. She turned and walked away acting like she was going to the couch in the room but she deliberately tripped herself Harry seeing this saw up her nightgown and got the first sight of her beautiful pussy and a glimpse of her large b cup breasts he instantly became hard and not the kind he could hide by adjusting himself. Ginny looked back to see Harry and her eyes were drawn to him very large bulge in his baggy clothes.
Ginny felt herself get wet and her hand absentmindedly went to her cunt and started stroking it. Harry seen this and felt himself become even harder. He watched until he could not take it anymore. He strode up to the masturbating girl picked her up and kissed her soundly on the lips. Her teen moaned into his kissed and quickly got into it. Harry forced his tongue into her mouth. He reached around and cupped her arse and squeezed it tightly. Ginny just could not believe that she was finally kissing the man of her dreams.
She about came when his magical hands found her arse and squeezed. She moaned into his mouth and ground her hand into her pussy harder until Harry grabbed her hand and pulled it to his face he sniffed her sent and found him-self enchanted by it. Harry sucked her fingers one by one until they were all cleaned of her juices. Harry felt Ginny grab his shirt and pull it over his head. She kissed her way down to his crotch and ran his hand over his bulge.
Harry by now was frightened it had went farther than he had originally planned but a force was compelling his to pounce on Ginny and ride her raw. He just keeps himself from doing just that. Ginny by now had his eight inch cock out licking on his head. The teen too had aspirations as to why it had gone too far but it felt so right.
Harry about came when Ginny finally took him into her mouth but just managed to keep himself from doing just that. Ginny bobbed her head for about four minutes and Harry erupted into her mouth. As soon as his semen hit her tongue the witch felt her magical core’s binding break and her core expand fivefold. The young witch looked at Harry shocked and she swallowed his cum.
“Harry have you ever had an orgasm before just now?” The petite redhead asked him. Harry looked embarrassed but shook his head but that quickly changed as his new lover ripped her nightgown off she straddled him possessed his cock head inside her vagina she looked into his eye and dropped.
Harry was tiring to stop her but it just felt so right and when he felt her hymn tear he held her close, even though his instincts . When Ginny finally started moving he thrust the rest of his dick into her, she squeaked wrapped her arms around her and started ridding. Harry had his hands on her arse moaning “oh Gin” over and over. Ginny was much more vocal writhing, shrieking, and yelling her pleasure for all to here, (Thank God Sirius silenced this room thought Harry as his orgasm approached.
Ginny who was biting Harry’s neck and clawing his back at this point unashamedly screaming Harry’s name at this point finally fell over the edge. Harry felt her walls clamp down on his manhood let go flooding her womb with its potent seed. Unbeknownst to the two of them a powerful magical pulse radiated outward in all directions destroying to ministry’s underage tracking device and was felt as far away of Ireland. Two half drunk men downstairs were knocked out of their seats. Dumbledore was work from a dream where he lived in a land of lemon drops and woolen socks; he was shocked to see his magical instruments shattered when he exited his bedroom. Bellatrix LeStrange smiled to herself when she felt her mind come into its own free of that pesky contract the insane witch laughed and was able to finally call on her animagus form and fly out of the window.
Tom Riddle felt the pulse and a shiver ran down his spine when he recognized half the magic. Sirius and Remus got up and ran upstairs to the epicenter of the pulse. Albus dressed then strode to her fireplace he grabbed the floo powder. Just as he was about to step in McGonagall came flying into his room. She said nothing as he took in her younger appearance he had de-aged at least fifty years. “Minerva what happened”? Whatever do you mean Albus said his lifelong friend and student. He pointed to the mirror and fainted dead. Albus sighed then asked Fawkes to take her to the infirmary.
“Gin I am so sor” harry began to voice but the witch grabbed his lips between her finger and thumb. Harry Potter don’t you dare try to blame yourself… I felt the urge to continue too, “Well since this has happened I guess it’s safe to ask you if you would do me a great honor and be my girlfriend”. Ginny smiled and kissed her boyfriend. That’s when Sirius,
Remus and Albus all came crashing thru the door.
Several things went through the adult’s minds, Albus’s signature twinkle was going full blast, Remus was just shocked, and Sirius was thinking (losing his virginity at fifteen, just like me and James that’s my boy Harry).
Harry quickly covered Ginny and himself with a blanket from the back of the couch. “We were ah” started Ginny but was cut off by her headmaster. Harry you and Miss Weasley get dressed and met us in the dining room. Harry nodded with his head down knowing he was in trouble.
Harry and Ginny walked into the dining room Dumbledore was sitting at the head of the table, Sirius and Remus at his right and left. Remus and Albus had disappointed looks on their while Sirius was bemused. “Sit down the two of you” Remus intoned. We would like to address the severity of the actions the two of you took. You both know from the talk with Madame Pomfrey about sex and pregnancy and its ramifications, its dangers and pleasures. What the three of us want you to explain your selves’ right now.
Harry started with telling the headmaster about how he and Ginny kissed but Ginny took over. “We both were not going to do more than kiss honest Professor but it just felt so right it was like neither of us could stop and I know I was urged on by something to complete what was started with a kiss. Albus looked shocked, he stood and paced a few times, on his fourth time he stopped and called out “Jiggs” a House-elf popped in and asked “What can Jiggs be doing for Headmaster” “Bring me book seventeen fifty-two a from my private library please”.
The Elf nodded the popped away only to pop back in several seconds later to hand the headmaster a book that looked fairly new. Albus flipped a few pages the read for several minutes until Remus got fed up with waiting and asked “are you going to tell us what you think or are you going to just sit there and read?” The aged headmaster looked up and smiled saying “ I got this book about fourteen years ago as a gift from Lily and James the last Birthday gift they ever gave me it’s a detailed history of the Potter family, from its origins to its myths and legends” intoned Dumbledore.
The particular story that Harry’s situation pertains to is that of Maxims Potter and Alexander Longbottem in the year 630 A.D. ,the two of them were traveling along the coast after leaving Canterbury. They chanced upon a group of ten slavers, who were trying to force themselves on their “merchandise”. Enraged Alexander (whose wife had been killed by slavers) attacked the group despite the disadvantage. The duo while the two of them had never been formally schooled the two were magically powerful they Easley defeated the two wizards in the group and dismantled to others with swords.
When checking on the victims they discovered two of the two captives they that seen the men tiring to force themselves on were a Veela and a Woodland Elf and they were not just any two the two were Princesses Serene of the Veela and Emalia of the royal woodland elf’s. Alexander and Maxims knew that the nations had meeting to form peace between their races and the disappearance would result in failure and then all out war.
They quickly gave the Females their steeds and set about checking on the other captives. An hour later Alex had erected a camp and Max had successfully hunted a stag down, gather some wild eatables and they had stew over cooking over one fires and the rest of the meat roasting over another. Among the captive were two women named Shellena Ravenclaw and Gladus Hufflepuff pregnant wives of two lords. A few hours more and Envoy came requesting the two of them to come and meet the elders.
When the two of them met with the elders they were asked what reward they wanted. The two of them turned down offers of gold silver and jewels, when offered a Veela or Elvin bride they both rejected the offer. In a conundrum the elders met in a room and talked for a half an hour and returned. They offered them to do a ritual that would not let their family lines die out. Reluctantly they agreed. Runes were painted and cut into their bodies and they were set in a circle while the elders were standing around chanting. Alexander was shocked when the Veela princess straddled him impaling herself on his manhood. Maxims was likewise shocked when the elfin princess straddled him and dropped on his manhood. Several hours later and several rounds of sex the Duo left behind several satisfied pregnant wemen.
It wasn’t until Maxims’ death that the gift presented its self. Septamus Potter who was yet to be looking for a bride kiss a woman by the name of Cassandra Black and the gift was activated, Magic married them and them and the consummated their marriage right in fount of the bride family. Over the next several months Septamus and Cassandra traveled to find her sister wives and found three more. It was also discovered by Irgot the terrible that a pregnant Potter women could not be killed even if her husband still lived. But it did not stop him from raping her. Several hours into her capture Charlemagne Potter his other six wives and Fastion Longbottem broke into his fortress killed most of his followers rescued his bride and razed the castle after stripping it of all valuables. Charlemagne and Fastion them out later that they could not only draw magical power from their wives but read their minds too.
A nameless dark lord found out in 1822 that if there is only one Potter left alive he would be immune to death until his heir was born. He did not get to test the theory because Ernie Longbottem shattered this wards and killed the would be dark lord only a fortnight into his reign and took little Samson Potter away razing the manor as he left.
Albus put the book down and Harry looked at Ginny shocked and grabbed her stomach looking pale. Harry too looked pale but was holding on to Ginny’s other hand. “Harry we are going to be parents”. Muttered Ginny, OH MUM’S GOING TO KILL ME the teen shrieked. Dumbledore pulled his wand and cast a cheering charm on the distraught teen. Ginny stopped her hysterics at once and had a goofy grin on her face. Now Miss Weasley or should I say Mrs. Potter, Ginny got a even goofier look. “I will explain to your mother and father about the circumstance, just be glad you two shared your first kiss privately and did not end up like Edmund potter and share his kiss at the Ministry’s annual ball.
Harry and Sirius gave a chuckle. “But Professor how will I know who magic choose to be the other wives “asked Harry. Well young Harry there is a spell it requires a drop of blood and a few spells on your part, and since you’re now married you have no restrictions, Harry nodded and got to work an hour latter Harry dropped the list in shock. Thirteen he mumbled. Ginny grabbed the list and read
Ginavera Weasley…….Married and pregnant
Susan Bones
Daphne Greengrass
Hermione Granger
Kimberly Daniels
Bellatrix Black
Nymphdora Tonks
Lisa Turpin
Minerva McGonagall
Gabrielle Delacour
Padma Patail
Pavarti Patail
Katie Bell
Ginny was shocked at the names on the list most were severally strong or smart witches and Bellatrix Black? Did it mean LeStrange? Her musings were cut short by an owl and her parents arriving at the same time. “Author, Molly I need to speak to the both of you in the study” Said Dumbledore when he saw Molly about to go off on a rant for Ginny and Harry being up so late. Harry relived the owl of his burden and noticed the seal was that of Gringotts. He opened the letter and read.
Dear Lord Potter
We at Gringotts would like to congratulate you on your marriage to Mrs. Ginavera. We have took the liberty and set aside the amount previously agreed on of the bride price 10,000 galleons and are prepared to move it to the Weasley vault but need you to come and approve of the transfer’s . We have also been noticing some discrepancies in your account and have just finished the investigation. We require your presence to deal with this issue. We have the appointment set for 10:30am tomorrow see you then young Lord.
Sincerely
Account Manager Bladesinger
Harry passed the letter to Remus who read it and nodded. Ginny grabbed his hand when her mother came back into the room. The witch looked pale and had tears in her eyes. She hugged her daughter then Harry saying I still expect a real wedding you two. Harry smiled and nodded to his mother in law. Tired and knowing they had to be up early Harry grabbed Ginny’s hand and pulled her up stairs to an empty bedroom and both fell into a deep sleep.
Harry awoke to Ginny bobbing her head down his length he smiled at her then ran his fingers thru her hair. He groaned when she started humming and wrapping her tongue around his cock he pushed on the back of her head trying to get more into her mouth when Tonks but into the door looking for a place to sleep. The startled witch stood shock still then closed the door removing her clothes the young metamorph stood over them fingering herself. Ginny pulled his cock out with a pop and stroked it. Tonks straddled Harry and dropped her hips and engulfed his cock with her hungry cunt. She rode Harry like a stallion while Ginny teased her nipples from behind. It was not long before Harry and Tonks were both screaming in ecstasy. Harry pulled Tonks close and kissed her on the lips and just as the night before a pulse of magic exited the two but this one was less powerful.
When Harry was over his orgasm he felt different like he had just and something returned to him that he had sorely missed. Harry groaned when Tonks walls stiffened him back to full mast. The older witch hopped down and Ginny took her place. Tonks straddled Harry’s head and smashed her pussy on his face. Taking a hint Harry stuck his tongue as far in as it would go. Tonks eye went wide as she felt his tongue reach father than any had before him and she rode it to completion. Ginny had switched positions and was ridding Harry reverse cowgirl Harry grabbed her hips and helped the young witch bounce. When Tonks finally removed herself Harry changed positions. He put Ginny into the doggie style position and thrust deep into his lover. With each thrust Ginny squealed until she young witch finally went overboard pulling Harry with her. Tonks stood shock still about to have a panic attack. The witch would not calm down until Harry explained the circumstances behind the copulation. The witch was grateful to me married to a kind considerate lover and took it in stride.
After bathing Tonks went to sleep on the bed and Ginny and Harry showered together the descended to the smell of Mrs. Weasley’s wonderful cooking. Harry loaded his plate full and dug in while holding Ginny’s Hand Fred and George rushed into the room and hugged the both yelling congratulations mum’s just told us. Yea ickle Gin Gin has finally found a way to snag the man of her dreams. Ginny stood and pointed her wand and yelled Bates muco , several large flying bats burst out of her brothers noses and started flapping around. The only thing that save them from having their nasal cavities from bursting was they had two shield gloves on they were trying to test out.
Harry cast the counter curse and told them just how lucky they were. The pale twins took off to their room to change their under draws Ron came down at a sedate pace the sat down. He sighed and said just don’t hurt them mate he said talking about Gin and Hermione. Harry nodded the returned to his bangers and eggs. After a second plate Harry and Ginny both went and dressed for the trip to the ally.
Harry dressed in his best which was his Hogwarts shirt and slacks. He met Ginny on the stairs she too was dressed in her best summer dress which was made by her mother last year. Harry met Remus, Kingsley, and Mad-eye in the kitchen then flooed to the Leaky Cauldron. Harry and Co were making their way down the alley when they met Neville coming out of the Dirty Herboligest Harry greeted his friend and seeing he had a few minutes stopped to chat. Agreeing to meet up on the train the two separated.
Harry waited in line for a free teller when he arrived to be helped he recognized the goblin. “Hello Griphook how are you today? Harry intoned. The goblin looked stunned that he was addressed by name. “Hello Lord Potter may your gold always flow” remembering the traditional response replied “And may your enemies fell only pain and steel”. The goblin looked shocked. Then said “You are here for your meeting with Bladesinger are you not?” Harry nodded. “Rippaxe and his warriors will escort you their its embarrassing to say but our halls are not safe right now, or at least until the purge is complete. Harry did not know what to say to this but nodded his thanks.
Harry, Ginny and his guard were escorted thru the halls by eight burly Goblins in full battle dress. This made Harry a little nervous but they arrived in due time to the meeting. The Goblin nearest to the door knocked and they were called in. Harry entered a medium sized conference room were two goblins were sitting. “Greetings honorable account manager Bladesinger may your gold always increase and your enemies fell your wrath” Harry spoke remembering the traditional greeting. He almost laughed thinking Binns was good for something. The head goblin chuckled the replied “Thank you for the greeting but I am not Bladesinger he is” said the older goblin pointing to the Goblin to his left. “I am Ragnuk Lord of Gringotts and head of the goblin nation of Briton. Harry bowed then said” My apologies my lord for the mistaken identity”. The Goblin nodded then said sit down Lord Potter we have much to discuss.
Harry sat down across form Bladesinger and Ginny beside him the others sped out over the table and room. “Ok Lord Potter when your vault was randomly selected for a full accounting Account manager immediately noticed something was off. When your parents were killed the total potter assets were counted in the hundreds of millions of galleons. The total was 596,891,935 galleons 20,258,249 Sickles and 239,947,784 knuts”. “Manager Bladesinger’s job is to randomly select an account then check them over”.
After a full accounting Bladesinger came to a shocking conclusion your vault had only five million galleons left! We instantly took the account from your previous manager Slipknife and tracked the money down. We found that the money went to several thins and people. Lucius Malfoy, Cornelius Fudge, Antony Parkinson, Deloris Umbridge, Doulas Goyal and Septum Crabbe, and last but not least Slipknife.
“You have had only used about 16200 Galleons and sixteen sickles for tuition and school supplies’ and that was out of your trust vault which was only accessible by your key, so it does not count to your family vaults total”. “We have tracked down every knut taken from you and it will be returned with double interest then their vaults will sealed off to count them to see if they are swindling any more money from anywhere”. “Just sign here with this quill, beware it will sting as it is a blood quill and it it’s illegal to use outside contract singing”. Harry enraged quickly read though the papers and signed. He grimaced when he felt the letter of his name cut into the back of his skin.
“Now onto Slipknife, He has been executed along with his family except this babe and daughter. The child will be placed with a proper family”. His daughter on the other hand is a different matter. She will either be sold as a slave or she can marry you and swear on her life she will not try to harm you or any of your friends or family. Ginny thought it was a good idea to keep the Goblin because she had read that they were excellent felid medics and that the females were rather fiercely protective of their family.
Ginny passed to knowledge over the bond as did a sleepy Tonks who had just woken up. I will take the female as a wife; no sentient being should be slaves. Ragnuk smiled then nodded he clapped his hands and a tall almost human looking female goblin entered the room. She was just shorter than Harry at 5’9”. Figa as she was named knelt before Harry and spoke in rapped Gobbledygook and a golden aura surrounded them and she stood up. Shed look human if not for the golden tan and pointed ears.
“Lord Potter we have a complete list of charges compounded in this file and can send it off to the DMLE at a mounts notice but it will probably be file 13ed in a few moments so we ask you to pass it off to your other wife, a Mrs. Nymphadora I believe. Harry nodded taking the file. Now we have to Galleon transfer authorization here just sign here and here. “Up the amount to seventy five instead of ten for both Ginny and Nym, shocked the Goblins nodded and changed the amount. Harry signed the paper; just as he was done a knock came from the door. Two goblins entered with smug smiles carrying stacks of files.
Bladesinger and Ragnuk read over the files and started laughing, tears rolling down their faces. The two of them finally composed themselves after a few minutes explained what was so funny. “It seems that the bubbling fool fudge paid of the entire Tri-wizard tournament with Lord Potter’s money. Also all but two can’t pay back the full amounts owed so their seats on the wizengmont will be turned over to you, even their properties will be taken and sold. The goblins started laughing again and Harry joined. In one day he had taken out most of the Death Eaters fanatical support.
“Ok Lord Potter here is the Potter’s headship ring and the other for Mrs. Ginavera Harry and Ginny slid on their respective rings and felt magical serge. Harry’s scar burst and black mist poured out but not before all the memories that Tom Riddle had up to the day he gave Harry the scar was “downloaded” into his mind, in a desperate attempt to shield him-self from the memories Harry constructed a wall around them and the pain finally stopped.
The goblins looked shocked the started talking in Gobbledygook again until they issued commands to search every suspected and convicted Death Eaters vault. The Goblins nodded then they took off. “Ok now that that over, your scar was a abomination of nature apparently Voldemort made a Horacrux”. When Harry looked lost the goblin explained. “When a being kills in cold blood remorselessly its soul is split. Then the being, through rituals, can remove its soul half and place it into a object. The being then cannot die as long as the other half of his soul is still earthbound the being is still alive. That’s how he survived.
Ginny went pale, “Harry the diary” she mumbled. Harry went still. Then well it seems that he made more than two. The goblins looked astounded then asked him to explain. Harry gave them the back-story on the chamber of secrets. He told them of the Basilisk and how he killed it when he reached the part of the diary the goblins were entrapped with the youth. They just could not believe that harry has killed a sixty foot basilisk until harry showed them the scar and swore a magical oath.
“Lord Potter what happened to the carcass of the beast?” Asked Bladesinger, it’s still in the chamber rotting said Harry. The goblins laughed then said “a highly magical creacher like that would not be rotting yet, it would still be prime for harvesting”. Oh said Harry. So does the snake have any uses? Does it you damn right it dose the hide can be made into the finest armor and its bones make wonderful swords and knives, the meat is a delicacy and the venom can be made into a cure al for poisons and I mean cure all. Its blood can be used to make the best bloodstones for warding , its organs can be used for food and rituals. If the beast is half as big as you say it could be easily worth a hundred million galleons.
Harry was shocked to the estimate, but asked “when do you think we should harvest the beast”? Right away, the fresher the better so I will have a team assembled immediately. Harry nodded and asked “what will the cost of the harvesting and time is”? Ragnuk chuckled then said five percent of the value and an additional ten for the processing and sale. Harry nodded and said take an extra five percent and we have an accord. Ragnuk was stunned but nodded his head then said the team will be ready in about three hours. I will meet them at the gets of Hogwarts; I have some shopping to do.
After visiting the Potter family vault Harry and Ginny left Gringotts with two sacks full of money, several bank drafts, and a debt card for muggle purchases, Harry strode to Madame Malkins to finally buy him-self a new wardrobe. Entering Harry made a bee line for an assistant seeing the Madame was busy with a costumer.
“Hello welcome to Madame Malkins what can I do you for?” “Yes I need a complete wardrobe five heavy winter cloaks in black, red, blue and green in your finest material, and a plain white one. I also need dress slacks again in your finest material. I also need new dress robes eight sets of regular everyday robes various colors, and light cloaks. Also several pairs of woolen boot socks and three new wizard hats the Potter family crest should be set in the traditional place”. “and a pair of black business robes”. The assistant went wide eyed at the amount of items thinking about her new bonus she would be getting.
“Now I need my wonderful Ginavera to pick out her new wardrobe also I forgot to mention I want warming charms self fitting, anti rip and expansion charms placed on them too”. Harry smirked when the young woman fainted. Remus woke her with a enervate the woman quickly took her order and Harry made a reluctant Remus pick out a few robes for him-self saying “Your spending your time guarding me so I am paying you ten galleons an hour when you’re on duty and you can’t say on I will hex you otherwise”. “Oh I forgot again I need Wizengamont robes to with the Potter crest in the left chest pocket”.
By this time the assistant was swooning with joy. This very large order would secure her not only a hefty paycheck but the promotion to EA of the shop. Harry about laughed as the teen sauntered off to Madame Malkin with a smile on his face. Harry made his way over to an odds and ends store to browse and was amazed to find a pensive, an Auror grade foe-glass, and two regular invisibility cloaks. Harry left several thousand galleons poorer but happy with what he had bought.
Ginny was having a blast watching harry spread the wealth he tipped Tom a galleon when he paid for their lunch. Noticing they still had a little under two hours to be at Hogwarts Harry made his way to Ollivanders. When reaching the shop Ginny looked at him with the wtf look. “I seem to recall that your wand was once your Grand mums”. When Ginny heard this she gave Harry a long snog then rushed into the store.
After about thirty wands Ginny finally found her perfect match Ebony and unicorn tail hair 13 1/3 inches rigid quite useful for defensive magic and charms. Harry had also bought two polishing kit’s and the highest grade wand holster’s they had.” Mr. Ollivander I was wondering where I could get dragon hide armor in the ally”? Asked Harry, the old man looked at the young man then said “well there are two”. Averters that are up on Black Street but his stuff is just for show if you want real protection you need the Xavier’s Tannery in Knokturn alley”. “Xavier Greengrass is a master armor maker he even weaves enchantments into the hide. It is just inside the alley two stores down to the left”. Harry thanked the man then they rushed off to Xavier’s tannery.
From experience Harry knew that Knockturn alley was a little dangerous. They all walked down the street with their wands drawn. Harry noticed their destination was nestled between a wand crafters store and aexotic pet store. Harry and co entered the store ringing the bell that hangs over the door. “Hello Potter, Weasley” said a voice behind the counter. Harry looked to find Daphne Greengrass behind the counter sitting on a stool reading from her transfiguration book.
Harry strode up to the counter then said “Hello to you too Miss. Greengrass how is your day”? The young girl noticed the ring on his finger and said “very well Lord Potter, let me fetch my father for you”. Harry smirked at the witch as she disappeared to the back of the shop hips waving back and forth a little more than she usually did. She returned with a tall man whose eye she shared.
“Greetings Lord Potter, what can I do you for” Well i would like to know if you could make some basilisk hide into about fifteen suits of armor. Harry knew that it would bite into his profits but did not care. The man looked shocked the said there is not enough hide available in the world for that much. Harry smirked then said “I am sure you have heard about the chamber of secrets being opened a few years ago” the man nodded. “Well the monster within was Slytherin’s Basilisk”. Xavier looked shock then stuttered “th-the thing w-w-woul-would have been over sixty feet long”. Harry nodded then the man let out a booming laugh saying using Slytherin’s monsters hide to protect your own from the man heir brilliant”. The man and harry talked price they were took into a room for fitting Daphne did the measuring. When it came Harry’s turn the witch jumped him giving his along wet snog.
It progressed from their and soon Harry was munching on her twat making the witch writhe in pleasure. Daphne grabbed his hair the forced it back and forth over her cunny. Harry had a idea and he started his hissing in parselmouth and the witch came unglued squirting all over his face. Harry stood up and positioned his cock at her entrance and thrust in to the hilt. Daphne bit his shoulder so hard it drew blood. Harry waited until she finally removed her teat and nodded her head. He thrush in again and she groaned, but by the fifth stroke she was thrusting back screaming at the top of her lungs “FUCK ME HARDER” “SLAM MY CUNT” “HARDER HARDER HAREDER” Harry keep thrusting away but he felt his orgasm approaching so he thrust a finger into Daphne arse and it sent the witch over the edge. She screamed bloody murder and her cunt muscles milked his sack dry.
Leaving the room after the measurements were done he noticed the look on the others face. Xavier Greengrass stepped forward and said “silencing charms were made for a reason kids” They both blushed. Also I expect you to be coming over for dinner in two days the floo address is Rowan hill. Harry nodded kissed his new wife then left saying “I will bring the address of my home for a few weeks over then to show you, and if you ever need a safe place go their”. Xavier went wide eyed and nodded.
As they were leaving Daphne caught up to them saying that she was coming with them to see Slytherin’s fabled chamber. Harry cheeked his watch and they still over forty-five minutes left before the meet. He entered the wand crafters and was greeted by a man that looked the twin of Ollivander. Sigmund Ollivander was shocked to see Harry Potter in his store he knew from his brother that his wand shared a core with Tom Riddles. The man then decided to craft his wand extra specially to finally get rid of the old coot’s mistake. “Ok Lord Potter let’s make you a wand that is worthy to take down that menace once and for all. He had Harry pick out woods that felt right to him.
Harry ran his hand over several blocks but none felt right he moved to the next row and instantly felt a pull from two blocks of wood. One was apparently elder wood and the other the last piece of Yaggdrisl left in the world. He then had Harry pick out a solid core liquid core and a gem stone. He ended up with an wand of Elder wood with a tail heir of deaths steed twined with unicorn hair a liquid core of basilisk venom, with a stone of diamond, a true deathstick. His other wand had Griffin feather with demguise hair and dementor cloak thread twined around it a melted scale of a Egyptian black dragon of the liquid core, the stone was a blood red diamond a wand for defending and warding.After Ginny and Daphne got their wands picked out they had fifteen minutes to make it to the school. Harry paid fifteen thousand galleons ½ the total price up front and learned that the wand would be completed within a week they made their way to the nearest portkey point.
They arrived with eight minutes to spare and Dumbledore was already waiting for them. Hagrid was with him. They witted the other few minutes chatting and Albus showed Daphne the secret of the headquarters. The goblin team arrived right on time with them was a potion’s master, who turned out to be Hannah Abbots mother, Bill, and another cursebreaker then the goblin team with Ragnuk and Bladesinger in tow. They all made their way to the bathroom. When they got there, they were met a crying Myrtle who had flooded the bathroom. Albus vanished the water and Harry opened the chamber. He conjured a mat to sit on saying the pipes were really slimy.
After everyone had arrived down Albus and bill started vanishing the rocks and using permeate sticking charms stabilized to roof of the cave. Arriving at the shed skin the goblins harvested it citing that it could be used for fashion instead of armor Harry shrugged then continued on. Reaching the outer door Harry hissed and it opened. Lights he hissed and the whole chamber lit up. Everone gasped at the size of the snake and the potions mistress started directing the goblins while Bill and t=his fellow cursebreaker started exploring the sub chambers.
Twenty minutes later they arrived back excited about something. Ragnuk motioned for him to follow them. Bill led them thru a series of tunnels marked on the sides of the wall with arrows. They came upon a door which was locked open hissed Harry the door opened to find a room that was at least twice the size of myrtles bathroom and it was filled to the brim with jewels unprocessed gold silver and coins galore. Harry entered and noticed a piece of paper. It read
Dear heir
I have hidden this wealth here for the marked one who will defeat the pretender dark lord he is of my brothers line not mine so is not permitted to take things from here. You will find his anchors in the vault of Le Strange, House of Black, Gaunt shack cursed beware, and his loathsome snake but the Ravenclaw diadems in this room it can be purified with a drop of basilisk venom it won’t hurt the piece, the same goes for the Perevell ring make sure the old coot dose not put it on . Thank Row for this information. You can find her painting behind her statue in Ravenclaw tower. The password is courage before loyalty, cunning before courage and intelligence before all. Inside the bust of my father you will find mine and Godric’s paintings. Helga’s is in the Room of Requirement. And you can find our collative works in the vault behind my and Gyrif’s portrait. I hope this helps you young heir.
Salazar Slytherin
Harry was shocked the reread the letter the said “Bill do you see that Diadem just there, levitate it out to the main chamber we have another horcrux to destroy. Bill gulped the dun as he was told. Ragnuk and Bladesinger was giddy looking at all the gold and jewels the duo produced a trunk the filled it with what it could fit, closed it then opened another compartment and filled that till the room was empty. They handed to trunk to Harry to carry out after shrinking and lightning. After passing the wards Harry handed to trunk back. We will appraise the items for you and get back to you with the number. Harry nodded then said I noticed several things were Goblin made keep three of them that you want and I will but the rest back. Both goblins were shocked again by the wizard in front of them. They nodded their heads giddy again to be returning with three lost pieces of their treasure.
Arriving back in the chamber core Harry noticed the basilisk was de skinned and all the blood was drained into buckets. Harry strode to the pile of fangs picked one up and gave it to Ginny. She stared at him the picked it up and placed the tip on the Diadem a piercing scream came from it as the venom in the fang did its work. After the soul was gone the diadem flashed white and appeared looking new. Harry picked it up and turned it over to the Headmaster who had tears in his eyes as he accepted a old family relic. “Harry not many people know this because it’s dangerous for my family but you have just handed me back a lost heirloom Harry’s eye went wide. Yes my mother may have been a muggle born but she was descended from a long line of squibs until she came into her power. She had a large family but the only known survivors of that line because of wars over the years is one Hermione Granger and her mother Selene and Selene brother Dan.
So Hermione is like a cousin of yours abet distantly. Albus nodded “ell you two will just have to share it”. The old man laughed the stuck the relic into his robes. “Oh and professor the Perevell ring is in the Gaunt shack but it is cursed do not put it on even though you want to. Albus eye went with he took a fang and ran off Fawkes flashing in and out taking the old man with him.
Harry walked up to the bust and spoke speak to me Slytherin of the Hogwarts four. The mouth opened and a bridge appeared out of the water Harry and Ragnuk entered to opening. “ABOUT BLOODY TIME GET US DOWN FROM HERE” Yelled a voice. Harry looked and saw two paintings at the end of a long wide space. Several more shed skins were in their which Ragnuk had a helper collect. “Godric please lower your tone” “Hello heir I am Salazar and this ponce is Gordric just call us Sal and Ric”. “Please take me with you; you don’t know what it’s like to live with this arse for over a thousand years. Harry laughed at the two antics. Wait thought Harry did not Gryffindor kill Slythrin. “Why are you two friends”? History tells us you two fought and Godric killed you. No my son on the other hand he did. My son’s best friend sent him a letter begging for his help one day. He and his new bride rushed to his friend’s aid only to find him burning alive at the stake and when he finally extinguished the flames he man was dead. He looked around and saw that Xena was held captive by his friends dad the man yelled out death to all daemons and slit her throat.
“It was the last straw he went mad and killed the whole village. He slaughtered them all even the wemon and children. When we found out what we he had done we confronted him”. “He attacked us but was no match for the two of us and a stray curse killed him” Godric took over. We latter found plans to attack and kill as many norms as passable in London and York during trades meet and market day”.
“I guess the story got twisted with time eh Sal”. “Too right it did” Harry took their portraits down and moved them outside. “Well I see Daisy is being out to use” said the green clad man” “Daisy” muttered Harry this one need to meet Hagrid he thought.
After acquiring the book and scrolls that were hidden Harry watched the Harvesters finish up. Bill and Galen (the other curse breaker) came back with several more relics like Slytherin’s sword, Helga’s Daggers, and Ravenclaws looking glass. They all headed up to the surface and was met by a ecstatic Headmaster who had tears in his eyes. He gave the paintings to the headmaster when they left
Harry returned to Gringotts so Ragnuk and a team could appraise the jewels and gold in the vault. After waiting twenty minutes in a conference room Ragnuk came in with a grin on his face. “Well my Lord Potter you have just returned three of the most important relics that have been lost for centuries”. You are now considered a goblin friend and are now given better interest rates and privileges if you want we will forge a sword for you to use in the old way, and we will train you to use it with Agento. Harry was shocked then smiled and nodded. That will be excitable. The goblin smiled and handed several memories over to Harry he took his wand stuck it in a vial the pulled out the memory.
After absorbing seven memories of great swordsmaters harry had a pounding headache but a little occlumency helped that. Now lord Potter there were two other goblin relics in the pile of gold a necklace and a ring they value on the two items since you are a goblin friend if ten thousand Galleons and ten sickles. Harry nodded and said take it out of my account. Along with another ten as a down payment for another that is in the Potter vault. The goblin nodded head said “it shall be done”.
“Also you have added another two hundred thousand to you total liquid assets”. Harry nodded then said” I would like to keep about twenty square feet of the hide from the Basilisk to make armor. Ragnuk smiled then said we have already sent it to Lord Greengrass Also when have came up with a idea to sale the hid at premium price and keep the prices high by not flooding the market with Basilisk parts. Harry nodded and said do what you will to get the best price available”. The goblin just grinned. Also I noticed that #97 was available to buy, I would like to purchase it and deed it to Fred and George Wesley for their joke shop.
After stopping at Madame Malkins to pick up the clothes and paid two thousand galleons for them the exhausted team returned to # 12 to a feast Molly was whipping up. While Harry was away Dumbledore had Dobby clean and restore the master bedroom for Harry and Ginny. Harry went to his new room to drop his stuff off and was met by a naked Hermione. He smirked closed the door then put up a silencing charm he walked to his best friend declothing to whole way. Harry kissed her tenderly the one full of passion for he knew deep down he had always loved her. Their copulation was slow and tender like a couple that had been together for years and knew what buttons to push to make the other cum. While in the shower on the other hand it was raw and passionate his new lover was thru with the genital stuff and as Harry pounded her pussy raw she was digging long bloody gouged in his back and batting his neck adding to his multitude of hickys. After drying off Hermione rubbed some ointment on his back to seal the wound she had given him. The duo descended to eat. The dinner was a loud affair freed and George were ecstatic to receive to deed to #97 which they were going to rent. Ron was smiling because Lavender wrote him a note asking to meet up tomorrow afternoon. Sirius because Remus finally had new clothes to wear, Tonks entered the room and tripped into Harry’s lap he smiled and pulled her into a sitting position and feed her from his own plate.
After dinner Harry handed Tonks the file on the Ministry employs who had stolen his money, he giddy witch knew this could be a big promotion for uncovering this kind of corruption. The witch flood directly to Amelia’s house to give her to files, she knew the witch would be breaking out the fine wine because she finally had something on Fudge that would stick.
Amelia Bones was sitting in her easy chair contemplating the trial of one Harry James Potter, she could see it was a farce she had already received a note changing the time and venue a full adult trial for a simple case of underage magic it was ridiculous and she believed the boy.. nay young man had not even received the note changing the time.
Suddenly the fire sprang to life and Nymphadora Tonks came out flat on her arse. She had a file in her hands and a grin on her face. Mam you’re not going to believe this but we got him she said handing her a Gringotts certified file she picked it up and read a smile formed on her face until she burst out laughing how she could not wait till tomorrow’s hearing now. “Tonks please sent a note to Mr. Potter that the hearings time and place has changed the Venue in now old court room ten and the time is now eight thirty.
Susan Bones heard her aunts laugh and went to investigate she listened on the plain and smirked maybe the hearing tomorrow was ok to go to after all. Especially of Harry was going to be their thought the buxom witch.
Harry woke in a tangle of leg and arms Hermione was on his left and Ginny the right. Daphne and Tonks were snuggled up to their sides. Harry smiled feeling happy Tonks opened her eyes to notice Harry’s hair was shifting through color related to happiness her eyes went wide. “Harry you’re your hair” Harry looked in the mirror and freaked, “What the sodding hell” yelled the teen. Tonks to him aside and explained. “Harry you’re a metamorph too” His eye went wide, “really” he asked. She nodded and said let’s get the other up and dressed then down to breakfast we have an hour and a half to the start. Harry nodded and could not believe that his yelling did not wake the others.
Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen cooking already when they arrived Harry was in his business robes Ginny in her new dress and Daphne borrowed a dress of Ginny’s since they were the same size. Hermione was in a little black dress, and Tonks was in her auror robes. The all flooed to the ministry the teens had their wands checked then Tonks shepherded them to the elevators.
Tonks led them out when the voice said DoM. She stopped outside the door and said Daphne and the others would have to stay here if they wanted to keep their marriage secret. Ginny and Hermione took his hands and Daphne put a hand on his shoulder. They all entered the room together. The room was like the one in the pensive Harry viewed. Daphne went up to sit with her father. Fudge looked shocked to see them there on time. “Thank you Auror Tonks for escorting the accused hear.
Fudge threw her a scathing look but turned back to Harry. He whipped out his wand and conjured three chairs for himself and the wives to sit in. “NOW SEE HERE YOU KNOW THAT YOU CANT BE USING MAGIC OUT SID EOF SCHOOL WHILE UNDERAGE, AUROR ARESST HIM. “Sorry minister Lord Potter has full authority to use magic now that he has claimed head of house ship. Fudge paled “imposable” fudge spat “the only way he could do that was if he was emancipated or married
“Oh I am married to four beautiful and talented wemen. “QUIT LYING POTTER YOU ARE NOT MARRIED” Just then a Dumbledore arrived, Minister Fudge hear is valid proof Lord Potter is Married to Ginavera Potter nee Weasley, Nymphadora Potter nee Tonks, Daphne Potter nee Greengrass,and Hermione Potter nee Granger. Fudge looked over the documents and ripped them in half.
“DOSE NOT MATTER THIS WELP BROKE THE STATUE OF SECREASY”. “Ah but under extenuating circumstances. If he had not his and his cousins souls would have been sucked out by a Dementor. As Proof of this hears is the pensive memory of the night. After a solicitors pensive was found the memory viewed fudge was red faced and saying memories can be tampered with”. “But not without damaging them minister said Amelia”. Fudge blustered the said “He blew up his aunt for Merlin’s sake”. “But you kindly waved it off Cornelius”.( Excerpt from JKR Harry Potter and the order of the Phoenix) “All-in favor of convicting” Barley a third raised their hands. “All opposed” sated Madame Bones. Everyone else raised their hands. Accused cleared of all charges Fudge slammed his gavel down. Just then Kingsley Sacklebolt strode in with a crumpled up Luciius Malfoy. He threw him in the chair which bound the struggling man.
“What is the meaning of this release my advisor at once”. Belay that Aurors said Madame Bones and arrest Minister Fudge, Madame Unbridge, Antony Parkinson, Doulas Goyal and Septem Crabbe. You are all charged with theft from the Great and Moste noble house of Potter. How do you plead? Not guilty spoke all the voices. Ok as evidence here is a official Gringotts file acquired by Auror Tonks-Potter. The chief Warlock(Xavier Greengrass)looked it over and said “this evidence is sufficient enough but I suggest that we hear it straight from the hippogriffs mouth . Weasley bring me Vertiserum a new sealed bottle so no one can suggest tampering with the phial”. Percy ran out of the court room and returned a few minutes later with a phial.
“Auror Tonks administer the potion”. She poured three drops of the liquid on Fudges tongue. “Is your full name Cornelius Oswald Fudge”? “yes”, “Did you knowingly steal from Lord Potter”? “yes” did you accept bribes to postpone new polices or the raising of more auror forces”? “yes ,did not believe they were needed anyway”. Name all your crimes. Theft, Slander against any who opposed me, Rape of minors, mostly young muggleborn or muggle girls under ten who I murdered after”.
“Also framing Sirius Black for those murders ten years ago I also slipped in a clause in a contract I wrote up for Bellatrix Black, it stated that the witch was to have no free will of her own she was to do as her husband thought and told her. I also embezzled money from Author Weasley when he was supposed to get a raise I diverted it to my other account under the name Timas Maxwell”.
“Cornelius fudge you are hereby stripped of your position of minister of magic your name will be stricken from the books and family name erased you are hereby sentenced to the veil. Several gasped but no one opposed. Moving on, Tonks again forced three drops of the potion down Umbridge’s throat. “Is your full name Deloris Jane Umbridge” asked Amelia? “Yes”. “Did you knowingly steal from Lord Potter”? “Yes”. “Name your other crimes”. I cast all three unforgivable multiple times, I cast hate and animosity charms on Lord Potter’s relative’s tom amp up the underlying feelings hoping the muggles would kill him”.
I have ordered dementor to attack people who hurt me in life, I have ordered Grayback to attack several people and often provided the Wolf’s bane potion for him to use”. The nost notable attacks were the Lupins so I could gain their power and wealth, The McKinnon’s and I have helped Peter Pettigrew set up Gideon and Fabian Prewitt ambush resulting in their death”.I have gladly murdered up and comer muggleborns on Lord Notts orders. The said Lord Nott was quickly stunned and bound. “I have helped traffic sex slave muggle-borns Metamorphmagus’s and the occasional pureblood”. “That is all” Veil again” intoned the Chief Warlock.
Kingsley quickly dosed Parkinson. “Are you lord Antony Jones Parkinson”? “Yes” Di you knowingly embezzle form Lord Potter”? “I did not know from who the money came but I accepted it anyway” “Why”? “The Dark Lord drained my family vault dry with his constant need for resources”. “So you were a Death-Eater”? “Yes” “Ok name your crimes” said the Chief Warlock.
I have killed, raped, stole and blackmailed. Used the imperious curse on a father and made him rape his twelve year old before slitting her throat”. “I used my position to block and hide the Weasley family vault from them while embezzling from it. “I set up the Bones murders, I raped Ashlyin Bones, I kidnapped her, she is still alive in a secure room under my bathroom floor”. The man fell silent. Amelia was shaking with rage Ashlyin Bones was her daughter and was three when she was taken. Amelia immediately sent a patroni message to Savage to raid the manor and reclaim her daughter. “ Kiss” muttered Amelia
During this time Crabbe and Goyal were questioned and sentenced to Azkaban. Then it was Notts turn, He admitted to rape, and murder. Several supposed muggle-borns were his children. He also admitted to killing Samantha Greengrass when she would not accept his advances. He ammited to bribery of several ministry official’s and gave their names, Dawlish, and Smith being the main ones. He had also forcefully rapped and impregnated Nattily Burbage then erased her memory so when she showed her husband, who had been away to America, believed she had been unfaithful. The too was sentenced to Azkaban.
Then it was Lucius. He admitted to stealing knowingly from Harry, being a Death-Eater. He also confessed his part him killing the Prewitt brothers, Raping Sara Bones before stabbing her to death with daggers imbued with the flame brand curse. Helping the Lestrange brothers subdue and torture curse on the Longbottem’s and leaving before the auror’s got there. He admitted to trafficking in Veela and succubus slave along with several class c de and e trade able substances, having several hidden caches of money supplies and another vault in the name of Himrick Livinston at Gringotts and another in Sweden with the dwarfs. “Veil “ everyone chanted.
In the end Lucius, Unbridge , and Fudge were tossed into the veil on their collective backsides. And the others were shipped off to Azkaban to be processed or kissed. “Now we have had a new minister is decided. For right now Amelia Bones is acting Minister for Magic”.
Harry and co were asked to meet in a conference room beside the court room. Inside waited Amelia and Xavier. Harry set down beside Amelia and Dumbledore right across from him. “Now down to business, Harry we need your help getting Amelia into office, Fudges and Unbridge’s departure left a power vacuum and it need to be filled with people we can trust”. I know the Dark Lord is back, he has came several times to my home and tried to get me to join his cause but so far I have played the neutral card but I can’t after today so we need strong people to get the job done
“Rufus will just be trying to look like he is doing something instead of doing it and Newcalk is a contributor to Voldemort’s cause”. Harry nodded then said “ I believe Madame Bones will be the best bet but who will fill the Undersecretary spot”? “I will spoke Xavier I intend to offer Albus his job back. Harry nodded his head then said “You have my support, but you have to give Sirius a fair trial”. Just then three aurors arrived with a young and somewhat healthy woman. She spotted Amelia as said “Mummy” in a childlike voice the girl threw herself onto of Amelia sobbing into her neck. Amelia too was crying holding on her for dear life.
Susan was watching her cousin hold onto her aunt and mother with a sad look on her face. “Done said Amelia and Xavier. Harry walked up to Susan and asked would you like to stay the night at my place while they get reacquainted? The buxom witch nodded and Harry escorted her out.
Twenty minutes later they were in front of Grimauld place and showing Susan the secret. The witch went wide eyed when she met Sirius but knew he was innocent. Harry led her upstairs pushed her against his door and kissed her red head. She groaned into his mouth as he started feeling her up. He unlocked the door picked her up and carried her to the bed. Her red hair made a halo around her head and harry removed his robes Susan just removed her blouse and knickers. Harry smirked at her kinkiness. He slowly kissed his way up her thighs until he reached the junction then he teased her clit for a moment the slid up to her DD mounds. He played with them.
After teasing her for a while he slid back down and used Parcletounge on her cunny, “OH MERLIN” screamed Susan as he back arched up she wrapped her leg around Harry’s head grabbed his hair and forced his face into her quim. Harry continued this until she was writhing in orgasm. He slowly sheathed his cock into her before she took over and thrust the rest of his cock into her cunt. Harry surprised looked at her,” broom accident a year ago” she explained. Harry shrugged and concentrated on his task. Susan flipped him over and started ridding the poor boy. “FUCK ME HARDER FUCK ME HARDER, HARDER HARRY HARDER” yelled the witch as Harry’s throbbing now eleven incher slid home again and again, until the felt her walls contract clamping his rod in a vice. Harry quickly came with her as orgasm rode over her.
Breathing hard harry led her to the shower to get cleaned up. Harry met everyone downstairs and had a feast, the twins were throwing a massive beach ball around yelling he got off . Until the door bell rang and in came Tonks escorting a young Bellatrix Black and Minerva McGonagall . The trio made a bee line for Harry and took him upstairs for a very vagarious work out…
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A faithful and loving husband finds his life interrupted by the presence of a beautiful stranger
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It probably sounded even less coherent than that.
Rachel seemed to be better than me at taking it all in stride when she spoke up. “We thought you were going to be busy in the bathroom a while longer. Sorry.”
Laura blushed then. “Well, … I was busy. If I had known you guys were doing something, I would have taken longer.”
I was slow, or the women were using some kind of female code, because I didn’t catch on right away. Then, I GOT IT.
“Ohhh.”
Laura made an embarrassed giggle in response to what I had said.
“Well, it’s not like I was the only one trying to cum,” she accused.
I couldn’t argue with that. Rachel handed me my bathing suit and I started to put it on. I pulled it up, but I was now so hard that my dick stuck up above the waistband of my suit. Laura was watching me, making me harder. She slowly looked up from the tip of my exposed cock to my eyes.
“You’ll get in trouble if you go out like that,” she warned with a warm smile and a single raised eyebrow.
Rachel countered with, “I did my part.”
“Yes, you did. You did it very well,” was my answer.
I tried to bend my dick and push it down into my suit. It didn’t want to bend. It was uncomfortable like that, and the bulge it made was quite obvious.
Laura spoke next, her words catching me off guard.
“So, do we leave him alone to take care of his own problem, or is it my turn?”
My mouth gaped open and my heart pounded at the thought of what Laura was suggesting. I think if my dick had still been sticking out, the women would have seen it grow further, probably accompanied by a drop of precum appearing at the tip.
Rachel defused the situation by asking me, “Don’t you have to pee or something?”
I did have to, so I went into the bathroom. I could hear Laura laughing behind me. The excitement was wearing off so I was able to pee after only a minute or so. I didn’t have to jack off because peeing made me lose my erection. I made a point of not thinking about Laura so I could get my dick back into my suit. When I came back into the room, Laura and my wife were talking quietly. Rachel saw me coming out of the bathroom and whispered, “Later,” ending the conversation.
“Are you ready to go to the beach?” I asked, seeing that whatever they had been discussing they had no intention of sharing with me.
We headed out of the door on the other side of the room, which opened onto the beach. Outside it was sunny and warm and there was already a large crowd on the beach. It appeared to be mostly college students, so the long weekend would probably be rather rowdy. We walked along the concrete path to the edge of the sand, the sounds of partying all around us. I enjoyed the view of so many scantily clad women. Rachel must have noticed me taking in the scenery because she took my hand and held it tightly. She wanted me to remember whom I was with. No danger of that. I was very in much love with my wife. I was just looking.
We set out towels on the sand near the water’s edge. We lay out in the sun a while and swam from time to time to cool off. It seemed like Laura was a lot calmer now so maybe this trip wouldn’t turn out so badly after all.
As sunset approached, talk turned to dinner. We decided we’d get dressed and walk around to find someplace that looked good. We were hungry but beyond that no one had anything particular in mind. Back at the room, Laura offered for and I to use the shower first. Ordinarily, it might have been awkward for the two of us to shower together with Laura there, but we had shared so many of the details of our sex lives (especially today) that there was little left to hide. Laura knew we showered together and most times slept in the nude. On the other hand, I knew how often Laura masturbated and how much she liked her rabbit vibrator. I wondered if she had brought it along on the trip.
Rachel and I were soon naked in the bathroom. I watched my wife in the mirror as she bent over to start the shower. With her bent over, I could see her pussy lips framed by her thighs and the sight was quickly making me hard. I loved looking covertly as my wife’s body. I could clearly see her slit, with the lips covered by wisps of brown hair. The blowjob from earlier had done little to quell all my desires. Rachel stood up and turned around. In the mirror, she could see the effect her body had on me. I watched as she walked up to me and put her arms around me. When I felt her breasts press into my back, I groaned. I could also feel the hair above her pussy against my ass. My dick jumped a little. Rachel gave a little laugh when she saw that. Her hands dropped lower to caress my hardon.
“Mmm, I like doing this,” she told me as she gently stroked.
“You’ll get no complaints from me,” I assured her.
“Hey, no fair. At least you got something earlier. I haven’t gotten anything all day. I was so horny on the beach.”
“Want me to take care of that right now?” I offered.
“Let’s get cleaned up first. I’m all sweaty but I’m sure you can think of something to do to me in the shower.”
We turned around and got in the shower. She was in front of me this time. As I put my arms around her to caress her tits, my dick poked into her ass. I squatted a little so it could slide between her legs, rubbing as it did against her pussy.
“I said you could have me after I got clean.”
“I’m not pushing. I’m just getting comfortable,” I told her.
“Uh-huh. You’re getting pretty comfortable.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, emphasizing the point by sliding my dick back and forth against her hairy lips.
“Oh, no,” she assured me, her voice slow and dreamy. “Don’t stop.”
I heard the washcloth she had been lathering fall to the bottom of the tub with a wet plop. I reached around her and opened her lips so my dick could slide between her lips. She moaned. With both arms around my wife, I held the end of my dick firmly against her pussy with my left hand and used my right to play with her clit.
“This is so nice,” she said in a dreamy voice. “Don’t think you’re getting off easy, though. I’m going to want the real thing tonight.”
“That should be interesting with Laura in bed next to us,” I commented.
“We’ll work something out. I’m not going all week without sex.”
“Good. I was getting worried.”
Rachel’s hand replaced mine on the head of my dick, holding the shaft firmly against her wet lips.
“We’ll have to wait until she is asleep. Or maybe we can convince her to take a walk.”
“Given the pajama situation, we’ll probably all be seeing each other naked this week anyway. I say we just go for it. She can go outside if she wants to.”
Rachel laughed, though she pressed my dick harder against her. “I don’t know if I can fuck with my best friend watching.” Her voice didn’t sound like she was totally convinced. She leaned forward. “Oh, just fuck me right here. Put it in now.”
I had no problem complying with a request like that. She was so wet inside that I entered easily, filling her with my length.
“I’ve wanted this all day,” Rachel said in a sort of moan. “Ever since Laura started reading that book out loud.”
I cut off any further conversation when I grabbed my wife by the hips and started thrusting harder. She was moaning loudly now but I didn’t care. If Laura could hear us, I’m sure it would be no surprise what we were doing. She was probably masturbating anyway. When that thought hit me, I suddenly started to cum. It was too late to stop it so I instead diddled Rachel’s clit as hard as I could. I hoped I could make her cum with me. She was so worked up that she did cum with me. I leaned into her and pumped her full of my sperm. After the teasing all day, and in spite of the blowjob, it felt so good cumming inside her. When I finished spurting, I just held myself as deeply inside her as I could.
“What made you cum so fast?” Rachel asked when she had caught her breath.
I didn’t know how to answer. The fear of getting caught made my dick shrink faster inside her pussy. Rachel didn’t miss the clue.
“Feeling nervous?”
Actually, I was feeling panicked. How do I tell my wife I came so fast because I was fantasizing about her best friend masturbating?
“I’ll bet you were thinking about Laura”, she accused.
Since I was no longer hard, Rachel easily pulled off me and turned around. I tried to look as innocent as possible. She kissed me and said, “It’s OK. She’s probably thinking about you right now. She was so horny all afternoon and she knows she’ll be sharing a bed with us tonight.”
I relaxed a little.
“I’ll say this, Laura sure made you cum fast.”
Hearing Rachel say that only added to the naughtiness. She kissed me again.
I hugged my wife, trying to recover some shred of my dignity. “It was only a thought of her. It was the feel of your body surrounding my dick that made me cum.”
“Good save,” she told me with a sly smile. I felt a little relieved. “Now let’s get out there and fool around some more while Laura showers.”
I just grinned as I got out of the shower and dried off. I wrapped the towel around my waist. Anxious to get started on that “fooling around” Rachel promised, I quickly walked out of the bathroom to tell Laura the shower was free. Right after I opened the door, I heard Laura yell, “Shit!” I stepped around the corner to see a surprised look on her face, a mixture of fear and shock.
“Are you alright?” I asked her.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said hesitatingly. Her right hand was obviously trying to hide something under the pillow. Her left hand was at her crotch, pulling the thin strip of her bikini bottom into the middle. I caught a fleeting glimpse of light colored pubic hair. So she had been masturbating after all.
I smiled a sly grin and told her, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”
She blushed and tried unsuccessfully to act like nothing was going on. She headed to the bathroom, bumping into Rachel who was also wearing just a towel.
“Are you OK?” Rachel asked her.
“I’m fine. Gary just surprised me.”
The door closed behind her as Rachel gave me one of those, “What was all that about?” looks.
I explained. “I think I caught her doing a little fooling around of her own.”
“Ohh,” Rachel said meaningfully.
“It must be hard on her with Tom not being here.”
“Yeah, I feel for her.” Then her expression changed from wistful to naughty as she continued with, “Just because she’s doing without doesn’t mean we have to.” As my wife spoke these last few words, she released her towel. The sudden motion caught my attention, causing me to follow the towel with my eyes as it sank to the floor. I immediately ran my eyes back up her legs. What I saw put a big smile on my face.
Rachel lay back against the bed, spreading her legs. “Make it quick. We have to get dressed before she gets out of the shower.”
I shucked my own towel and crawled onto the bed between Rachel’s legs. As my cock entered her still wet pussy, she stretched out her arms and gave a heavy sigh.
“That feels sooo –” she started to say. Suddenly, she exclaimed, “What the hell?” Her right hand had found something under the pillow. When her hand reappeared, it was holding a dildo.
“That must be what Laura was trying to hide when I walked in,” I mused. Then a less pleasant thought crossed my mind. “I certainly hope it wasn’t left by the previous guests.”
“Not a chance,” Rachel answered quickly. “It’s Laura’s. Trust me.”
“Ewww,” I said, drawing out the sound.
“You don’t say that when you touch me,” my wife told me.
“That’s different.”
“Uh-huh,” was all she said as she started to slide the dildo back under the pillow. Then, “I think I’ll leave it out for her,” she said. She left the dildo on the bedspread in front of the pillow and put her arms around me. “Now, make it quick. We don’t want to get caught like Laura did.” She would have laughed if I hadn’t started slamming into her so quickly. This was going to be a quickie. It didn’t matter. We were so worked up that we both came in minutes. As we were smiling into each other’s eyes and panting to catch our breath, the shower turned off.
“Time to get dressed,” Rachel said, pushing me off her. I retrieved her towel from the floor as I stood up. I tossed it to her and used mine to wipe off the remains of our lovemaking from my dick. She did the same to her pussy and we quickly started dressing. We had finished by the time the bathroom door opened. Laura stepped out and I was trying to watch her face without her realizing what I was doing. She froze when she saw the bed. It wasn’t how the bedspread was rumpled in the middle that caught her attention. It was her dildo in plain view. She blushed and wouldn’t look my way.
“I think you lost something,” Rachel said over her shoulder as she tried not to laugh out loud.
“How do you know it’s mine?” Laura tried to cover.
“Because it was still wet,” Rachel told her.
Laura looked crushed. There was no denying what she had been doing. She tried to crawl onto the bed to retrieve her toy with as much dignity as she could muster. She was wearing only a towel and holding a dildo as she stood. She looked me in the eye defiantly now, saying, “Well, it’s not fair. You two have each other. This is all I’ll get all week.”
“That’s alright. I understand.” Rachel was really trying to make her feel better now. “If the situation were reversed, I’d be doing the same thing.” Laura’s expression relaxed. Rachel still got one more jab in. “Only, I’d pick it up when I finished with it.”
“I would have if your husband hadn’t walked in on me.” Laura stuffed the dildo in her suitcase and took her clothes back to the bathroom to get dressed. Once the door closed, we burst out laughing. “I heard that,” Laura called out loudly through the door.
Rachel turned to me. “I really can’t blame her.”
“It doesn’t bother me, either, that she was doing that.”
“Do you really feel that way, Gary?” Rachel asked. I nodded. She put her arms around my neck as she bit her lower lip in thought, like she was deciding whether to speak her next words. “You know this bed situation will be interesting when we get back here tonight. I’ve been thinking…”
“You’ve been thinking, huh?” I knew that look. “When you look like that, you’re up to something, and it’s usually naughty.”
“I’ve been thinking,” Rachel began again, giving me a hard look but smiling, “that we should just drop all the pretenses. Tonight, when we go to bed, you and I should just go ahead and make love. Laura can masturbate if she wants. I don’t mind if she watches us.”
I was surprised by Rachel’s bold suggestion. I had suggested it in the shower, but hearing Rachel say it, that she was seriously considering it, made it real. We had talked rather freely with Laura about sex, but up to now it had always been just talk. We had never done anything in front of her, or in front of anyone else for that matter. I’m a man. The idea appealed to me. A lot. I looked into Rachel’s eyes and raised my eyebrows. “Are you sure you are OK with Laura and I seeing each other nude?” My voice was just a whisper.
“Yes, I am. Are you?” my lovely wife asked me.
I didn’t have to think about it. I had fantasized about Laura many times in the past. The thought of finally seeing her undressed was getting me hard again. It was slow because of the two times we had just made love, but I was slowly becoming erect. Fucking Rachel and knowing Laura was watching, knowing it was turning her on, knowing she was looking at me and masturbating, only added to the eroticism. I said just one word.
“Yes.”
Rachel smiled at my answer. She walked the two steps to press her body against mine, her arms sliding around my neck. She pulled her body against mine hard. She started to kiss me, but stopped and instead said, “Ohhh, you’re getting hard at the thought of this.” I could see she was trying to think something else through, but she kissed me instead of sharing it with me. It was a kiss full of passion, a promise of what was to come later that night. As Laura watched.
“Hey, you can’t do that. I don’t have one of those.” Laura had caught us again. As our lips slowly parted, I was thinking how she was going to be seeing a lot more than kissing in a few hours. Laura was grinning when I turned to see her. “You’re going to make me do something if you keep that up.” We all knew what she was referring to. Rachel defused the sexual tension by saying how she was hungry. With that, we were all ready so we walked out of the room.
There was a restaurant a short walk from the hotel. With the large holiday crowd in town, the streets were bumper to bumper – not to mention the difficulty parking – so we walked to dinner. The street was clogged with college students cruising the strip. We were walking faster than the traffic was moving. While we walked, Rachel and Laura were leaning their heads together and talking about something. Their words were just a little too quiet for me to make out what they were saying. We made it to the restaurant in about five minutes. As I had suspected, the parking lot was crowded. There would be only a short wait for a table as many of the customers appeared to be heading for the bar instead of dinner. I found seats for the three of us in the waiting area. Rachel told me to order drinks for her and Laura, then shepherded Laura off to the restroom. It was a warm night so I ordered pi?oladas for all of us. The drinks arrived before the women got back. I wondered what women did for so long in there, and why they always did it in pairs. Finally, they returned and we enjoyed our drinks while waiting for a table. When our turn came, we were seated at a window overlooking the beach. There was a full moon that night so we had a view of the surf.
We chatted about a variety of non-important things during dinner, avoiding talk of sex because we were in public. Laura did pointedly suggest oysters for me but I declined. When dinner was over, I think all three of us felt a tension. Going to bed was already established as interesting, but it was still early. Rachel suggested we walk back to the hotel along the beach. It was a warm romantic night and we were not in any hurry. We walked out the back of the restaurant to the packed wet sand at the water’s edge. I put my arms around Rachel from behind and kissed her just below her earlobe. That always made her shiver with delight and tonight was no exception. I whispered into her ear that I couldn’t wait to get her to bed, certain that Laura wouldn’t hear me over the sound of the surf. We started back to the hotel, Rachel and I holding hands and Laura on my right. Rachel had taken off her shoes and was carrying them in her left hand, the waves softly kissing her feet. We didn’t say anything on the walk. We just enjoyed the view of the moon over the water, the sound of the waves crashing on the sand and the smells of the ocean. From time to time, music could be heard over the waves as we passed an occasional bar. It probably took us about fifteen minutes to walk slowly back to the hotel. On the walk, I was thinking about Rachel. I was also thinking about undressing in front of Laura. When we turned right to go up to the hotel, I was again hard at the prospects of what was about to come.
I unlocked the door and opened it as I turned on the light. Laura stepped in behind me but Rachel had stopped outside to brush sand off her feet.
“The moment of truth,” Laura said nervously.
“Truth?” I asked.
Laura smiled, but her uncertainty showed. “The sleeping arrangements,” she explained.
“Mmhm,” I answered.
Rachel came in and tossed her shoes towards our suitcase on the floor. She fell back onto the bed, her white dress arrayed around her like an angelic glow. Forgetting for a moment that we had an audience, I lay on top of her and kissed her. She instinctively spread her legs. My legs slid between hers, pressing my erection harder against her pussy.
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Sorry this has been so long but Real Life things came up and we know how that is.
I’m introduced to her friends on a night out…
This is a story about explicit sex and other adult only things. If you are underage or offended by such material you should stop reading now. The story, setting and characters have been made by the author and all rights are reserved.
What those kids really get up to.
This is the first time ever that I post anything on this site. I’ve decided to post this since it’s a little fantasy of mine ever since I saw this amazing show. Please go easy on me! It’s just fantasy, after all! Thanks!
Seventy years had passed since I last laid eyes on her. In those years, even though her body aged, she remained beautiful. Like a fine wine or an artist’s painting she had aged gracefully. Her hair still dark brown had just subtle streaks of white, her skin was slightly tan, reflecting her Hispanic roots, and her eyes still the magnificent auburn that captured my heart so long ago. It was always the eyes that held me, that pierced my very soul and made me want to return to her. I stared for what seemed like days, but only mere seconds had passed before she asked, “ Who are you? Not another doctor I hope.”
I knew she wouldn‘t recognize me.“ No, I’m not a doctor, just an old friend of your first husband.” I informed her.
Her heart speed up, drastically, I would have known regardless thanks to my enhanced senses, but the heart monitor attached to her chest informed us all. It’s the reason I finally came to see her, seventy years and I could never bring myself to look for her, for I knew if I had, I would have turned her into what I had become. Even though it is what I wanted, no, what I longed for, I did not want it for her. Why should I curse her with the evil I possessed. I had watched from afar , my family wither and die. One by one they passed, everyone I knew was dead, except her, she was the last of my human life that remained and the only part that I every really longed for. When I heard of her poor health, I decided it was time to see her and confess what happened to me. I wasn’t worried about her telling others my story, I didn’t think she would and even if she did no one would believe her, they would just blame it on the chemo.
“ What do you mean an old friend of my first husband. There is no way you could have known him, he died seventy years ago and you seem no older than twenty five.” She exclaimed.
“ I would like to tell you how I knew him but, I think it would be better if we were alone.” I told her as I glanced at her children and grandchildren. They had no need to hear my story, they were not of my blood, plus I couldn’t go telling everyone my secret, not unless I had a death wish. She looked up at her family and asked them out. To my surprise they left quickly, I thought they would have argued with her given the topic of my visit. As the last one left, I closed the door. I took a seat next to her and was greeted by her tears. I always hated it when she cried, those eyes already digging into my soul, ripped me to pieces when she cried. I took a long, deep breath and began my tale.
“ Your husband, he did die seventy years ago, but not completely , he lived on but as something else. I guess you remember his interest in the supernatural, especially vampires?” I asked and she nodded. “ Well, it was back in the year two thousand and ten, while on a trip to South America that he found a real one, actually he found three.”
“Wait, a minute.” She interrupted “ How do you know this and how did you know……..”
“Please, Let me finish.” I told her, as I continued. “ He was in Peru at the time, his ship had docked and was not set to leave for five days. Two of his shipmates and himself set out one night for a local bar. He was looking just for a drink, as usual, his friends had other things on their minds. The only bar in sight was a dark and crowded place. Out of options they went inside and bought a few drinks. This bar was not a place for outsiders. Your husband knew that it was a place for the supernatural, He could feel it, so he watched his back, weary of the kind of people that took the fascination to far. After a few hours, three of the most beautiful women approached them. These women had the looks of goddesses, they were so graceful in their movements that they seemed to float rather than walk. He suspected they were triplets, for they looked the same, Very pale skin, tall, slender and their eyes were deep red almost black. The only difference was the hair, one blond, one black, one red. Your husband, always the gentleman, greeted the women but kept an eye on them. He had the feeling that these women were not just pretending but just might be the real thing.
After some conversation about the who, what, where, when, why of their lives, he realized that the women had yet to spare any details about themselves. It bothered him that they said nothing but only asked questions, almost like they were sorting them out. He didn’t realize when his buddies left the table but, suddenly he was alone with the women. He knew that he had better leave and got up to say goodbye. As he walked back to the docks, he could not get his mind off the women, his curiosity over the supernatural had him wondering. He was so deep into his thoughts that he had passed the docks completely and traveled a good distance. He turned to go back and there they were, the women, were standing in front of him, they appeared out of nowhere and he was helpless to fight them off. His body was frozen, not out of fear but interest. They approached him, took him in their arms, and he passed out. He awoke in what was at one time a plantation house on the coast. It was deserted and had been for a while. It reeked of death and dust.
“I won’t tell you all that happened to him, I don’t want to upset you.” I explained. “ It would do you no good to hear of his pain, his suffering, or his death. I will tell you though, his last thoughts were of you, he has killed with your name on his lips and tears in his eyes.”
Even though I didn’t speak it aloud I couldn’t help but go through what happened in my mind. The women dragged me up to what once was a glorious bedroom. The air was thick and stale, it too smelled of dust and decay, but for a strange reason I liked it. Candles were everywhere, thick black curtains covered the windows, they would block out any light that tried to intrude. There was no bed, only big pillows, dozens of them laid out all over the floor. I didn’t resist, I wanted this, I knew what was coming and desired it with every fiber in my body. I fell onto the pillows and the women fell on me. Their hands were all over my body, touching and squeezing every inch of my flesh. My clothes, torn from my body. It didn’t matter anyway, the pure ecstasy I was experiencing had my mind spinning with pleasure. The black haired one kissed my lips and her tongue assaulted my mouth, her breath, her saliva, entered my mouth and tasted sweet, tasted like life but seemed to promise death. She kissed with passion, fury, and need. I had yet to experience a pleasure like that from anything, it felt like I had an orgasm from her kiss, maybe I did. As we continued, I could feel lips on my chest, kissing and nipping up and down. The red head was gently sucking my nipples and running her hands up and down my chest, clawing gently with her nails. Again this too felt like I was cumming over and over. My head was spinning with pleasure. I should have known only death would come from this but the thought did not bother me.
I wondered where the blond had gone, Like she was responding to my thoughts , I felt her between my legs. Her nails scratching down my thighs, her breasts pressed against my leg and her lips, oh god yes, her lips were gently kissing my skin, starting from my feet and moving up. She grabbed my cock with one hand and with the other probed my ass and took my prostate hostage. She put my dick to her mouth but she didn’t suck it, she made love to it. With her hand on the tip she rolled the head between her fingers while her mouth licked it up and down. My body felt like it would explode at any minute. The blond started to stroke my cock up and down, covered in her spit, it slid easily, she gently sucked on my nuts as she continued , first one then the other, the texture of her tongue sent a violent surge of pleasure up my body, I tried to gasp for air but the black haired beauty still kept my mouth covered by her gentle yet firm lips. The lack of air didn’t bother me, my mind was occupied with other needs. The warmth of a mouth swallowing my dick gained my attention. The red head had swallowed my cock, all eight inches were down her throat. I could feel her tongue vibrating my shaft and her throat squeezing the head. It was the best blow job I had ever had, the blond, still sucking my nuts, placed another finger in to me and rubbed my spot with inhuman speed. I never had it that rough before. I thought I wouldn’t like it but it brought my ecstasy to a higher level, I couldn’t take anymore. The orgasm building up inside my was so large it hurt. With one final prod of my ass, I came, it was so much it shot strait up in the air a good foot. All three women were there waiting to catch every drop with their hungry mouths and licking up any that was missed.
My dick stayed hard, it was even harder than before. Without speaking a word the blond straddled my face. She slowly lowered her pussy to my mouth, it had to be the most beautiful cunt I’d seen. Her lips were not large but they stuck out slightly and it looked tight, almost like she had never had sex. The smell was intoxicating as her pussy neared my face and a single drop of wetness fell from her perfect lips and into my mouth, pure honey. She held it just barely above my mouth and I eagerly dug in. I couldn’t move my head an inch, not that I wanted to. She held it still and ground her clit on my nose. I could have drowned on the wetness that was pouring out of her, I must have swallowed a gallon of it, yet hungered for more. My attention was divided between this beautiful pussy on my face and a hot mouth back on my cock. The red head was getting my dick nice and wet, it glimmered from her spit. She dropped it from her mouth and in a swift move mounted it, she didn’t even ease it in, no , she seemed to have the desire for her cunt to be full of cock and now. What a tight pussy she had, she squeezed my cock so hard with her muscles I thought she would flatten it. Up, down, up, down she went, her pace picked up and despite a pussy on my face I couldn’t help but moan. The blond liked this, the moaning, it caused my tongue to vibrate even more. With one last downward thrust on my dick the redhead screamed from her orgasm, at the same time the blond came as well and from beside me I heard another scream of ecstasy, the black haired one must have been pleasuring herself. As the moans of the women calmed I was able to get a grip on my senses and took a good look at the women.
Now, I was in fear for my life.
Their eyes were black, their mouths wide and fangs hung sharp from their teeth. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind what was coming next and what could I do? There was no escape, no rescue, no hope. I said my goodbyes to my loved ones, prayed, and closed my eyes. There wasn’t much pain, just like donating blood it only hurt for a second. But unlike donating I could feel the life being sucked out of me, literally. My thoughts alternated between the fear of death and the pleasure I was feeling, It felt wonderful to be sucked dry by these women, no pain only pleasure. My mind grew cloudy, my thoughts drifted away, I was dying.
The women stopped.
I had just enough energy to watch them unlatch from my body, their mouths dripping my blood. They kissed each other sharing the bounty that was my blood. Eyes that were once black were now deep crimson with an violet iris. The look of satisfaction on their faces bothered me, they were unsure of what to do. Should they finish me off and dump my body, never to be found. Or should they keep me. I laid there for a time, wishing them to finish me off, now that they had stopped feeding , the pain of my bleeding started to set in. I burned. My veins were dry, my heart felt like it was pumping air. I begged them for death. The laughter that rang out was loud and piercing.
“No, we have other plans for you. My delectable friend.” said the blond one. My heart beat faster, only increasing the pain. The black haired one bent to kiss the blond on the breast, she let go to reveal two bleeding holes. This was it, I knew I would get my wish, they were going to make me one of them. I was elated as the blond placed he breast over my mouth and feed me. I drank. The flavor was wrong, metallic and salty. It eased my aching thirst. What happened next I do not know, I awoke a few days later in the same room. I could feel I had changed, all my senses were alight. My throat burned like I was eating fire, there was a motion next to me and a muffled cry. I glanced over to see what would be my first victim, a local girl tied and laying naked.
Lust took over and the cock was rock hard. I could not help myself, I mounted her and with a force that made her scream in pain I fucked her. Her screams grew louder and my thrusts grew harder. She bled from the damage I caused, the smell of her sex and blood overwhelmed me. I let her go and buried my face into her warm and bleeding pussy. I swallowed all I could, I heard the orgasm that I brought her to and lost control biting down, hard, on her thigh. Her cries grew quiet as I drained her body. I remember hearing her heart stop and knew she was finished. Dead she was as I was but I would continue on, she would rot. Behind my I heard the approval of the three twins who were now my teachers in this new life.
A warm hand squeezing mine brought me back to the present, I looked in her eyes and knew that she understood. She knew who I was and tears welled up into her eyes. I kissed them away, savoring the taste as it was all I would get. I did not come to taste her although I wanted to. She asked but one question.
“ Why did you not come back to me? I would have gone with you.” she told me.
“ I could not return then.” I explained. “ I belonged to them until they released me after I knew enough to be on my own and they had grown tired of me anyway. That took twenty years. By then you had moved on, you had children and even a grand son. I was not going to ruin your new life. I only came now to ease your mind of me and I just needed to see you, to touch you, hear you one more time. I have eternity to live and just wanted the chance to say goodbye. I can not die you see. Nothing will kill me except another vampire and even then it is difficult.”
“ Take me now.” she commanded. “ My life is over here I can live another with you.”
“ Your body is too weak.” I explained “ You would not survive it.” I knew she would ask this of me and though I wanted to try, oh god did I want to, I would not risk her dying at my hands. She understood and accepted my reasoning. We sat and talked then for hours. A gentle knock disturbed us, her family had grown restless and demanded to be let back in. She handed me something then and closed my hand over it. I placed it in to my pocket and said my goodbyes, as did she. Just as I was about to step out of her room she called to me.
“Goodbye”
Out on the busy streets below I pulled the item from my pocket, there lay a delicate gold wedding band. Inscribed were our names. She never stopped loving me and I would never stop loving her.
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After the Father’s Day/Birthday cookout, Richard, Olivia, the boys along with the Gemini twins and Lila all take part in a breeding orgy.
Mike lowered his binoculars and pushed the throttle forward to its maximum. It would be an exaggeration to say that his elderly cabin cruiser surged ahead. A large cloud of black smoke and a series of backfires belched from the exhaust, the ancient hull vibrated and slowly the revs increased.
The inappropriately named “Queen of the Waves” lurched and protested as the speed built up to 15 knots.
Through his binoculars Mike had seen hundreds of gannets diving into the water. He knew what that meant. A huge school of pilchards. From the air the gannets were feasting and he knew, in the water below, the game fish would be assembling. A great chance for a big yellowtail or tuna.
Slightly ahead and to starboard there was a large, modern cabin cruiser; a gin-palace more than twice the length of Mike’s modest craft. He was surprised to see it this far out. Usually the rich owners wouldn’t venture into these waters, so far from port. There were far closer bays where they could moor to drink their champagne and nibble their salmon salads.
The two cruisers had the sea to themselves.
The gin-palace was still 100 hundred meters away when he drew level. Then he noticed two women waving. That was strange. The occupants of such craft always ignored his with its fading paint and unkempt look. Mike looked behind to see if they were waving at someone else.
The sea was empty.
Mike lived out on an outer island in a settlement of five cabins making a modest living writing computer software via the Internet as he wrote his book. At 20 years of age he had become fed up with university and enjoyed the solitude of life three hours by sea from civilization.
The other owners of the cabins were holiday makers and most of the time, like now, he had the island to himself. Just as he liked it.
He gave the women a cursory wave and returned his attention to the gannets, studying the foaming sea with his binoculars and cursing “Queen of the Waves’ slow progress.
He scanned to the gin-palace. The women came into full focus.
“Looks like a mother and daughter. Why were they waving so much?”
He looked more closely. They had their hands by their mouths and looked like they were shouting. He couldn’t hear anything over the raucous noise of his straining engine.
Probably some Smart Alec comment about the dilapidated state of “Queen of the Waves.”
He resisted the urge to wave two fingers at them and went to check his fishing gear.
Then it dawned on him. They were calling for help. Mike looked back at the gannets. There were there in their hundreds. There must be some great fish below. It was only a couple of hours until dusk. If he stopped to help, there went his chance of a decent fish.
Mike reluctantly changed course and headed for the larger boat. As he got closer he could see them more clearly. Both were wearing sun dresses. Long, dark hair and as far as he could see from this distance, slim figures.
The daughter looked like a clone of her mother. Maybe 17. The mother looked far too young to have a daughter that age. But Mike knew that where there is enough money for a gin-palace, there is enough money for personal trainers, age reducing creams and perhaps a cosmetic surgeon’s scalpel..
He drew close to the stern of the cruiser and tossed a rope to the mother who dropped it.. She dropped it again on the next attempt. Mike sighed and pointed to the daughter who just managed to catch his third throw. Mike had to yell at them to tie it to a cleat, which they did very inexpertly.
He finally got close enough to jump onto the transom then climb aboard. Ignoring the women he quickly tied a knot to secure his own craft.
“Why didn’t you come sooner? Couldn’t you see us waving?” the mother asked with a frosty stare.
“I thought you were just being friendly.”
“Friendly? Do you think we would wave at someone in a tub like yours for twenty minutes, just to be friendly?”
Mike sighed.
He had forsaken a fighting tuna to be abused by an upper class snob. He looked the mother.
An aristocratic looking beauty, there was no doubt. High cheekbones which were accentuated by her long dark hair being drawn sharply back from her face. A perfect, almost unlined complexion and, at this moment a haughty, disdainful expression.
She was studying Mike’s sweatshirt which he had screen printed. A portrait of Clint Eastwood holding up a pistol with an improbably long barrel. Above it Mike had printed the words:
“Resistance is futile.”
As the mother studied the words a twinkle seemed to come to her eyes and her face softened just a bit.
As he tried to think of a reply, Mike looked at her. She was tall, only a couple of inches shorter than his six feet. Her sun-dress did little to hide her body.
It showed the cleavage between her breasts. It showed to Mike that she wasn’t wearing a bra and that her breasts were up to the challenge.
It was tight around her waist and it showed to Mike she was very slim.
It was extremely short and showed to Mike that her legs were extremely long, extremely slim and extremely shapely.
She seemed unconcerned by Mike’s leisurely gaze.
“Have I given up the chance of catching a tuna, just to have my beloved “Queen of the Waves” abused by the people I’m rescuing from certain death?”
“Are you telling me you love that tub?” There was definitely a strong hint of a smile now.
Mike looked as his craft, smoke pouring from the exhaust, the paintwork which he had been intending to paint for two years, but hadn’t got around to, the three cracked windows with strips of masking tape, the pile of empty beer cans which again he had been planning to tidy up, but hadn’t quite managed.
“’Queen of the Waves’ has always been faithful, always been there when I have needed her. Unlike the women I have known.” He looked at her steadily.
The twinkle in the mother’s eyes brightened.
The daughter interrupted.
“He’s dead.”
Mike was not used to death, but felt he was expected to commiserate.
“I’m sorry to hear that. None of us go on forever, I guess.”
But even as he said it, he felt that his compassion sounded hollow.
“Who’s dead?” he added as an afterthought.
“The charter skipper. He went to the toilet and when we checked after half an hour, there he was sitting there.”
“Sitting there?”
“Yes, on the toilet with his trousers down.” Was that a slight grin that Mike noticed?
“He could be constipated,” Mike reasoned.
“Constipated! That was three hours ago. He’s still in exactly the same position with exactly the same stupid expression on his face.” The mother’s tone had become haughty again.
Bracing himself Mike went to the toilet. He had never seen a dead body before. He opened the door and saw a fat, middle aged man, sitting on the toilet, shorts around his ankles and leaning into a corner. There was a look of surprise on his face.
“Well, I suppose I’d be surprised too.” empathized Mike.
Tentatively, he touched the body. It seemed very cold.
“How can you tell if someone is dead?” he wondered. Then he remembered an old movie.
“Do you have a hand mirror?” he asked the women who had followed him.
“Why do you need a mirror for heavens sake?” The mother looked irritated.
“Just get one if you have one please.”
With a skywards roll of her eyes the mother went to her handbag.
He held the mirror in front of the corpse’s mouth. No misting at all. According to the movie, no misting meant no breathing and no breathing meant death.
“Dead,” Mike pronounced. “Like last week’s roast dinner.”
He looked at the now former skipper with sadness.
“Poor bastard. . . . . What a way to go. . . . . With your trousers down.”
The daughter’s grin was quite open now. But her mother resumed her haughtiness.
“I’ve already told you that he’s dead. He’s been there for three hours. I’ve stuck him with this pin 20 times to try and get some reaction.” She pointed to a large safety pin.
”Why did you have to touch him with my mirror?”
“I saw it in a movie.”
The daughter giggled, even the mother had a smirk.
“What a coincidence. I saw a movie where someone used a safety pin to check a corpse.”
Her smirk turned to a smile and when her daughter started laughing, the mother joined in. Out of deference to the dead, Mike tried not to laugh, but failed.
He composed himself and closed the door to try and give the corpse some dignity.
He took the opportunity to study the daughter. She was only an inch shorter than her mother. She had her mother’s bone structure but her face was softer with her youth. Her sun dress didn’t show as much cleavage as her mother’s but Mike had noticed the movement inside when she laughed,
Like her mother, the daughter seemed to think that bras were not needed at sea.. Her legs were the match of her mother’s.
Her expression was not haughty in the slightest. More a wide eyed innocence but she did have that alluring, mischievous twinkle of her mother.
“If he’s been dead for three hours, why didn’t you radio for help?”
“Me! Are you mad? How would I know how to work the fucking radio thing?” The mother was indignant. ”And we’ve been out of cellphone range.”
“So, we’ve been sailing around for three hours trying to find our way back to port,” said the daughter.
“Port is that way,” said Mike, pointing behind. “You’ve come in the wrong direction. This way is South America.10,000 kilometers away. How’s your Spanish?”
The daughter giggled but the mother glared. “Well, use the radio yourself.”
This presented a problem to Mike. Although he spent a lot of time at sea he was ignorant when it came to nautical equipment. “Must take that Master Mariner’s course soon,” he had been saying for years
He looked at the radio and uselessly twiddled a couple of knobs.
“This one is a new one for me. Where’s the manual?”
“We spent three hours looking for it. There isn’t one.” The mother eyed him coldly.
“You’ll have to use the radio on your tub.”
Mike was starting to take serious exception to her description of his beloved craft, but embarrassment stopped him from protesting. Like much of the equipment on “Queen of the Waves”, the radio didn’t function.
“Ah um, mine’s not working right now.”
The mother looked at him in disbelief. She looked at her daughter.
“Well Sarah, let this be a good lesson for you about men. One is sitting on the toilet, stone dead, and this one” pointing at Mike, “our savior, our rescuer, is obviously brain dead.”
Sarah looked at Mike, then started to giggle. Mike watched in amazement as the mother started to smile and then laugh. The two women held each other as they laughed hysterically.
Although the joke was directed at him, Mike could see the humor and couldn’t suppress a grin.
The mother looked at him.
“I’m sorry, that’s a bit unfair. My name is Simone and this is Sarah.”
Mike introduced himself.
“Well, Skipper Mike, what do you suggest?” asked Simone. Her haughtiness had gone, replaced by a twinkling, challenging smile.
“Won’t the charter company be looking for you?”
“I don’t think they will miss us until tomorrow. We were going to moor in a bay and have two days out here.”
“It’s called Dead Man’s Bay. We got the dead man but we didn’t get the bay,” Sarah giggled but soon she and her mother were laughing in each other’s arms again. This time Mike laughed out loud.
“It’s going to be dark in a couple of hours. The only safe mooring we can get to is the bay where I live. Here, look at this chart.”
He bent over the chart which was lying on the table. The two women came close to look, one on either side. Simone propped her arm on his left shoulder as she bent over and Sarah’s arm rested on his right shoulder.
Both women seemed to be fascinated by the chart and bent over further, resulting in their torsos pushing hard into his back.
Mike was not fascinated by chart but certainly was fascinated by the feel of one of the breasts of each of the women pressed into him, by the long dark locks and the whiffs of perfume.
“We’ll go there and I’ll call the coastguard.”
It took him a couple of minutes to set up “Queen of the Waves” to be towed by the gin-palace. As he made his preparations he pondered.
There was something surreal about this situation. These two stunningly beautiful women with their bizzare senses of humor, their coquettish behavior and their twinkling, challenging looks at him.
He had never been interested in women twice his age but there was an erotic mystique about Simone as well as her sophisticated, mature beauty.
He knew from experience that women from society’s rich list, as these obviously were, were never interested in him with his scruffy clothes and scruffy boat.
They were playing some sort of game with him. However he enjoyed their jokes and sharp conversation. And if the game involved their breasts against his body, as happened over the chart, who was he to object?
Mike returned to the gin-palace and prepared to start the motor.
“Are you sure you know how to do this?” asked Sarah with a wide eyed innocence.
“I’m the skipper. I won’t tolerate insubordination. You can always abandon ship”
He spanked her bottom and pushed her towards the stern.
“Aye aye, skipper,” said Sarah grinning at him and saluting.
“Well, what are your orders, Skipper Mike?” Simone was also smiling.
“Before we move on, maritime tradition requires that we give a farewell salute to the old Sea Dog.” Mike pointed to the toilet. “Is there any booze on board?”
“Booze? Yes skipper, we have that well under control. About the only thing Sarah and I do have under control on this boat.”
Again the two women laughed. Again, Mike wondered what he had struck.
Sarah produced a bottle of champagne and three glasses. She filled the glasses and the three of them walked to the toilet and Mike opened the door. The former skipper was still there, still with his shorts around his ankles and still with that startled look on his face.
“Farewell, old Sea Dog,” intoned Mike. “May the seas be calm in heaven.”
“Farewell, old Sea Dog,” intoned Sarah. “May your heaven be full of beautiful mermaids.”
“Farewell, old Sea Dog,” intoned Simone. “Please be careful when you take your trousers off up there.”
After the laughter had stopped they drained their glasses.
“Why did the two of you come out on a charter?” asked Mike as he started the engine.
“It was an impulse. Yesterday Sarah and I told my husband to piss off.”
“Can you believe it Skipper Mike?” Sarah patted his hand to get his attention. “He was having an affair with his secretary. She is half Mum’s age and about three times her weight.”
“To be quite honest Sarah,” Mike said looking at Simone. “No I can’t believe it. He must be mad.”
Simone smiled at him, patted his arm and then turned to Sarah.
“What did I tell you about men, sweetheart? Three men in our lives at the moment. One is stone dead, this one is brain dead and the other one is mad.”
Mike laughed longer than the two women.
Sarah changed the topic.
“So this morning we wondered how we would celebrate Daddy’s departure. I thought of a cruise and Mum and I could have a party on a deserted beach. Just the two of us”
“We wanted to make it formal so we brought our evening dresses,” said Simone.
Mike wondered whether it was he or they who were slightly mad.
Sarah filled their champagne glasses.
”Farewell toasts for Daddy,” she said.
“Farewell, dear Rupert,” intoned Simone. “May my lawyers get every cent you have.”
“Farewell, dear Daddy,” intoned Sarah. “Please don’t have sex with her on top. You’ll get crushed.”
Again the laughter and another female embrace.
Mike thought Rupert may have done the sensible thing by escaping.
“Your turn Skipper Mike.”
Mike thought.
“Farewell, lucky Rupert. I think you may enjoy the peace and tranquility you will have without these women and their jokes.”
Sarah and Simone looked at Mike.
“We are so lucky having Skipper Mike as our rescuer, aren’t we Mum?”
“We certainly are. A silver tongue is far more important than knowing how to work a radio.”
They came and stood either side of him at the wheel. They were so close that their bodies were touching him as they stared ahead. Mike caught a whiff of perfume from both.
Mike should have been surprised when both put an arm around his shoulders. But, nothing could surprise him about these women now.
Simone asked Mike some questions about his life.
“You’re writing a book. How fascinating. What is it about?”
Mike looked at her solemnly. “It is a saga of noble, honorable men and ruthless, scheming women.”
Simone looked him in the eye with her engaging twinkle and her face seemed to glow with enthusiasm. She put her hand on his.
“How absolutely perfect. What else?”
“A heart rending tale of two such noble men. Both met the same two women. Women of tantalizing beauty and devastating wit.
“Neither man could cope. One chose to risk death by crushing with another woman twice his size, the other chose to die on a toilet at sea.”
Simone turned Mike’s head so that she could see his face.
She could not contain her giggles. “Skipper Mike, you are such a romantic.” And she gave him a brief kiss on the lips.
Sarah filled the champagne glasses again.
“A toast to Skipper Mike’s masterpiece.”
“To my humble scratchings,” said Mike. “May they do justice to these extraordinary women.”
“To Skipper Mike’s masterpiece,” said Sarah. “May his hero die with his trousers off. But not on the toilet”
Like her mother, she kissed him briefly on the lips.
“To Skipper Mike’s masterpiece,” said Simone. “May his hero’s most passionate dreams become reality.”
Again she kissed him. This time there was a touch of her tongue on his lips.
Mike could think of nothing to say. Both women were staring ahead but as he glanced at them in turn, each seemed to have a contented smile.
He concentrated on his navigation until he felt Simone’s hand move up from his shoulder and her fingers idly trace over his neck and ear.
“A gentleman would return the favor,” he thought and released one hand from the wheel and let it drift lightly down Simone’s neck.
She turned to kiss him again, this time her lips parted and her tongue pushed between Mike’s lips. Mike’s hand drifted down her spine. His fingers confirmed what his eyes had suspected. Simone was not wearing a bra.
He casually drifted his hand lower to her bottom which he squeezed through her dress. Finding no resistance, his hand went under her dress to stroke Simone’s smooth, firm and beautifully rounded buttocks.
Simone kissed him even longer then turned to look ahead. But she pushed her bum back against his hand.
At first Mike thought she was wearing no knickers, but then he found the string of her thong. His erection bounced up inside his shorts.
He felt a finger gently run down his cheek and turned to look at Sarah.
“No favoritism between crew members, Skipper Mike,” she whispered, pouting her lips to be kissed. She lifted the one hand which Mike had on the wheel and placed it on her bum. Mike was forced to take his hand from Simone and return it to the wheel. She didn’t seem to mind and she pecked his cheek as Mike kissed her daughter.
Mike’s hand explored Sarah’s buttocks. They were similarly delightfully firm mounds. Her thong was just as skimpy as her mother’s and, from the way she pushed back her bum into his hand, her pleasure was the same as her mother’s.
They came closer to shore and unfortunately Mike needed both hands to manage the cruiser.
“What are you thinking Skipper Mike?” asked Sarah, again stroking the side of his face.
“Do you want the truth or shall I make something up?”
“Which would be more interesting?”
“The truth is I was wondering why mother and daughter are wearing identical thongs.”
“Hmmm,” said Sarah pensively. “There are two questions there. The first is why do we have the same thongs? The answer to that is I bought a packet of two and Mum stole one.”
Simone ran her lips and tongue around Mike’s ear sending a thrill through his spine to his erection.
“But our skipper’s question could mean ‘Why are we wearing thongs?’ Isn’t that so Sarah?”
Sarah nodded. “Good question. Why are we wearing thongs, Mum?”
“I don’t know. I can’t really think of any good reason why we should be wearing thongs.”
Mike was well experienced for a 20 year old but nothing had prepared him for what happened next. Both women reached under their short dresses and tugged down their thongs. Sarah picked them both from the floor and threw them over the side.
Both women resumed their positions standing on either side of him, each with an arm around his shoulders, staring straight ahead into the dusk and saying nothing..
Mike had to concentrate carefully to navigate through a narrow passage between the rocks which guarded the entrance to the bay where he lived.
This time it was Sarah who caressed his ear with her lips and tongue
“And what are you thinking now, Skipper Mike?” .
“Truth or fiction?”
“Which would be more interesting?”
“I was thinking that if I hadn’t been forced to rescue you, I could have caught a tuna, had a great meal and a peaceful night by myself”
“Oh, Skipper Mike, that is such a lovely thought. Because of us a beautiful fish is still alive.” Again Mike savored those lips which excited him more each time.
Both women then burst into giggles and leaned against Mike as they laughed. As their bodies bounced with mirth Mike was aware of four unfettered breasts against his sides. He was glad of the increasing dark to hide his rampant erection
They arrived at the mooring buoy.
“Right, crew,” said Mike. “There’s work to be done. Are you two going to help or just be beautiful.”
“Just be beautiful of course,” said Simone and sat on a bench. This caused her dress to ride up and Mike realized that except for an unfortunate shadow he would have been able to see her pussy.
Sarah said, “We paid good money for this charter on the basis that someone else would do all the work.”
“But you paid it to him,” Mike pointed to the toilet. “And I can’t see him doing much to help.”
Sarah came over to him, stood on tip toes, put her arms tightly around his neck and looked earnestly into his eyes.
“Skipper Mike,” she whispered. “We’ll find some way to pay you.”
Mike was aware of her teenage breasts against his chest, of her knicker-less vulva pressing against his erection. Sarah’s lips parted and she kissed him tenderly.
Mike wondered when he would wake from this dream.
Mike took the dinghy and moored “Queen of the Waves.” When he returned he found that Simone and Sarah had made a modest effort. Each had a small suitcase. There were two large chilly bins and one small one.
“For Daddy’s farewell party,” said Sarah. “Our evening dresses,” pointing to the suitcases. “The food,” pointing to the small chilly bin. “The champagne,” pointing to the two large chilly bins.
Mike rowed the dinghy and faced Simone and Sarah as they sat in the stern. He couldn’t take his eyes off their beautiful, fully exposed thighs. He could take his mind off the thought that there were two naked pussies protected only by an inch of sun dress.
The inevitable happened and he could do nothing as he needed both hands to row.
“Skipper Mike, I know a way we could get to shore faster.” Simone had that mischievous smile. Mike braced himself for what he knew was coming.
“We could put up a sail on that big mast you have there.”
Again the two women hugged each other as they laughed. Mike used an oar to splash them with water.
This only increased the laughter.
Mike’s cabin was very basic. One bedroom, one bathroom and one large room which had everything else. But the view over the bay was magnificent and Sarah and Simone were highly complimentary.
“Skipper Mike,” asked Simone peering through his telescope. “Is this what you use to find damsels in distress like us?”
“I should have used it. If I had seen the two of you, I would have stayed here.”
Simone came to him and hugged him. Again he was aware of bra-less breasts, of an almost naked pussy pushing hard into his shorts, right on his cock.
“Skipper, you do say the loveliest things.”
Mike couldn’t resist fondling her buttocks under her dress. Mike couldn’t resist lifting the front of her dress and knowing it was a naked pussy pushing into him. Mike couldn’t resist kissing her and feeling her tongue probe his mouth.
But duty called. He had to inform the coastguard about the old Sea Dog.
The coastguard were not accustomed to dealing with dead bodies on toilets.
“Why the hell are his trousers down?”
“He’s on the toilet for fuck’s sake.”
“He’s probably just constipated. Why do you think he’s dead?”
“He hasn’t moved for five hours, he’s as cold as a lawyer’s heart and we stuck a safety pin into him 20 times. And we put a mirror under his nose.”
“Why the hell did you do that?”
Mike explained the two movies and this both impressed and convinced the coastguard. The commanding officer came to the phone.
“So you used the old mirror and safety pin checks. Smart work. They never fail. At least not in the movies I’ve seen.”
Unfortunately a large gathering of the city’s movers and shakers had taken out a flotilla of their gin-palaces and ,by the time they were completely drunk, had all run aground. All the coastguard’s resources would be tied up for hours trying to save them. It was agreed they would come out at first light the next morning to collect the remains of the old Sea Dog.
Sarah and Simone had been busy while Mike was doing this. They had collected a large pile of driftwood onto the beach in front of Mike’s cabin. They went through his pantry collecting all his plates and cutlery and took those out.
Then they went into the bathroom together. Mike heard their excited giggles as they showered.
“There’s not much hot water. Please leave some for me,” he called out to them, then wondered why he was wasting his breath.
After 25 minutes they emerged, wrapped in towels.
“Skipper Mike there’s something wrong with the water here. It’s just run cold.”
They vanished into his bedroom with their suitcases.
“Ladies only in here for the next half hour.” Simone wagged a finger at him.
As he continued his discussion with the coastguard Mike heard hair driers and excited comments.
“Mum, you are so beautiful.”
“Sarah, there really isn’t very much of that dress.”
“Mum, won’t you be showing too much cleavage?”
“Sarah, where are our thongs?”
“You know you stole my last one this afternoon.”
Mike finally finished with the coastguard. He had his cold shower and by the time he was finished his bedroom was empty. He looked outside. It was dark but the bonfire sent flames into the air. He could see two figures lying on a rug beside it holding hands.
He dressed in his best trousers and shirt and went out to join them.
The two figures stood up and as he went closer he could see them clearly by the light of the flames.
The sight which beheld him was far beyond his most erotic fantasies.
Simone was wearing a long white dress which came to her ankles and offset her lightly tanned skin perfectly.
The top was widely parted at her shoulders and the garment only came together just below her navel. The rounded sides of her breasts were bare, almost to her nipples, and these, in the night air, jutted prominently against the material covering them.
Her long dress was slit up the side of her left leg. The slit went as far as her hip bone. She had her left leg slightly forward so that it was completely exposed. All her thigh, even the inside. The floating folds of the dress only just covered her pussy. It was obvious to Mike that no thongs had been found.
Mike was now used to her haughty expression. But he could also see that hint of a smile, that confident, welcoming challenge.
Sarah was a contrast. He dress was black, tight and even shorter than the sun dress she had worn that day. The satiny material clung to her upper body. As the flame lights flickered, her breasts were so visible that it seemed that she was naked and had painted her body black. So obvious was the shape of her firm, rounded, teenage breasts. So obvious were her nipples.
Her expression was of open teenage enthusiasm but with that hint of mischievousness.
“Well Skipper Mike, will we be suitable company for you.?”
“On any other night I would say ‘Yes’. But tonight I have to work on my book.”
But his smile was broad and their laughter was confident.
First he went to Sarah, who put her arms up to hug him. They kissed with open mouths, Mike ran his hand up the top of her dress and fondled her breast. Sarah pushed herself into him and pushed her left leg between his.
With his other hand he lifted her dress above her waist. His hand drifted over her pussy. It was absolutely hairless and very soft and smooth. He gently explored the soft folds of her outer labia.
He then turned to Simone who was as welcoming as her daughter with her mouth and tongue and lips. She didn’t mind as Mike took both the straps off her shoulders and her dress fell away exposing her upper body. Mike explored with his fingers and hands. Explored the slim tautness of her belly, the tiny folds of her navel, the firmness of her breasts. Not as firm and uplifted as Sarah’s to be sure, but Mike knew they would be the envy of all the girls he had been with.
His other hand moved inside the slit in her dress to discover her feminine intimacies. Again a smooth and hairless pussy, her labia soft and warm.
All three sat down on the rug with Mike in between. With no rush Simone replaced her shoulder straps. But she felt no need to adjust her dress where the split had left both thighs open and her pussy only just covered. Mike placed his hand on her upper thigh and Simone parted her legs slightly allowing him to go to the top of her thighs, with the side of his hand against her labia.
Sarah’s dress was simply too short to cover her as she sat. Her beautiful feminine folds were open and she made no effort to cover them. Mike’s other hand cupped her pussy protectively.
Both women sipped their wine. Both Mike’s hands were otherwise occupied.
“”It’s tough being a man with the two of you. I can’t drink any wine.”
Sarah put her glass to his lips.
“Poor old Sea Dog,” said Mike looking out at the gin palace in the moonlight. “What a pity he didn’t last one more day.”
“Sarah and I were planning on just two of use being at this party. Perhaps he’s already found his heavenly mermaids.”
“Perhaps he already has his trousers down,” giggled Sarah.
Sarah went to the cabin to get more wine. Mike opened Simone’s dress a little more and bent over to softly kiss and lick her outer genitals. Simone shuddered and stroked his hair.
Mike looked up at her beautiful face which now showed no sign of haughtiness.
“Simone, we do have one problem. I only have one cock.”
“So I can feel,” she said stroking her hand on his trousers over his erection.
“I thought that as we are having a four course meal, Sarah could go with the appetizer, I will be the entree and go on like that.”
“Does that mean I’ve got to have eight courses.”
“You can skip some of the food if you like.”
Simone clasped Mike’s erection through his trousers.
“Just two things please Skipper Mike,” she held his shaft and looked into his eyes. “Sarah is by no means a virgin, but you know what teenage boys are like. Her experience has been “wham bang”. She deserves more I think.”
Mike reflected on Sarah’s lovely teenage beauty and thought she certainly did.
“Mmmm. And the other thing.”
“Sarah’s Mum isn’t all that confident. I have been married for 17 years and apart from two guilt ridden and unsatisfying flings I haven’t played around. And dear Rupert had no idea or really any interest in me.”
Mike was a little surprised. It didn’t fit with his assessment of Simone’s character.
“You are so beautiful Simone.”
He eased her dress off her right shoulder and looked at her wonderful bare breast as the light from the flames danced over it.
Sarah returned with the wine. She took no notice of her mother’s semi nudity and sat down with her pussy yellow and red from the flame light. She might as well have been topless as the material covering her breasts was so translucent.
Mike sat, not touching either woman; simply luxuriating in the extraordinary beauty, the extraordinary femininity, the extraordinary promise of a night of sexuality beyond his dreams.
Simone stood up.
“I must go and prepare the appetizer.”
She bent over Sarah and the two women kissed each other on the lips. She bent over Mike and placed her bare nipple in his mouth. Mike sucked gently and briefly and Simone went to Mike’s cabin.
Sarah smiled at Mike.” What are your orders, skipper?”
“Your sailor’s uniform isn’t standard issue. It must go.”
So Sarah stood and Mike unzipped her dress and raised it over her head. Her big brown breast with their big brown aureoles greeted him. Her flat stomach, her thin waist, her long slender thighs were open to his gaze.
Her labia seemed to be smiling at him, in a vertical sort of way.
Mike took her in his arms and laid her on the blanket and took off his clothes. Sarah raised her knees and parted her legs and held out her arms.
“Please, please fuck me now, skipper.”
“I will most certainly fuck you but not right now, most exquisitely beautiful Sarah.
With his lips and tongue and fingers and hands Mike caressed and worshiped Sarah’s body; from her forehead to her knees and to her fingers. Sarah’s sexuality was awakened to the eroticism she had in every inch of her body, to how her skin tingled after his touch, to how thrills seemed to go from where his fingers were to her vagina.
His tongue and fingers played their magic tune on her nipples and on her labia, but he neither entered her vagina nor stimulated her clitoris. Sarah relaxed mentally as her body built its excitement. Her hips moved with a will of their own, her breathing started to quicken.
When Mike returned to kiss her lips she opened her mouth wide and sucked his tongue urgently. When his hands returned to her breasts with a firmer touch she put her hand on his forcing him into her harder. When his hand moved up her inner thighs she parted her legs and just about squealed with excitement of his feathery touch.
When his fingers played over her pussy she felt an erotic thrill as he stroked her clitoral hood. When he parted her inner labia and his fingers entered her sodden vagina, it was not with the crude thrust of her previous lovers but as though he was finding every nerve ending to build her excitement.
Then his divine fingers found her clitoris. Then her pleasure burst through her loins and exploded in a shuddering orgasm. Then Sarah burst into tears of happiness and excitement and held his shoulders in a iron grip.
Before she recovered Mike’s fingers were in her vagina. At first deeply, exploring her cervix and Sarah pushed her hips up to take him deeper. Then Mike’s fingers partially withdrew and she felt a totally new form of pleasure, a totally new form of excitement as he caressed her G spot. Her orgasm came even more powerfully and left Sarah panting.
Mike moved down between Sarah’s thighs. He parted her legs wider and pushed her knees towards her breasts. Her most intimate femininity was open and willingly available to him. He kissed and licked up her inner thighs, on that wonderful soft flesh between her thighs and her labia, her pubic mound, her clitoral hood, her outer labia which were now drenched with her feminine juices. Down and lingeringly over her perineum, down to her anus.
This was a new world for Sarah. She had talked about this with her friends and had been repulsed. Now she delighted in his exploration.
When Mike’s lips sucked Sarah’s clitoris, the soft tender eroticism almost tormented her until he increased the pressure and her tension was released in another orgasm. Then his fingers on her G spot with his tongue on her clitoris.
At first Sarah was only vaguely aware of Mike’s finger entering her anus, but when two fingers were inside to the top knuckle, the forbidden excitement overwhelmed her. Sarah tightened her sphincter around his digits as her orgasm consumed her from her pubic mound, her clitoris, her G spot, to the depths of her vagina and the depths of her bowel.
They lay side by side. Sarah’s body was covered in perspiration and reflected the glow of the flames as Mike surveyed her beauty. Sarah ran her fingers through Mike’s hair.
“Oh you beautiful man. Skipper Mike, you may have saved us from a shipwreck, but I think I need to be saved from you.”
They giggled and laughed and sipped wine. Then it struck Sarah.
“Mike, I’ve had all those wonderful orgasms and you haven’t even had one.”
Mike nuzzled her ear.
“You can say it now,” he whispered.
“Say what?”
.”What you said before.”
“Oh yes I remember. Please, please, fuck me now skipper.”
The nerves in Sarah’s vagina were still aroused making his entry an exquisite delight. But what thrilled Sarah almost as much was the beautiful feel of this beautiful man’s beautiful hardness and masculinity deep inside her. She thrust her hips, she squeezed with her vaginal muscles, she wrapped her thighs around Mike’s waist.
Mike was so aroused by the foreplay, by Sarah’s beauty, by her desire for him, by the feel of her soft, warm, wet vagina that he had to use an iron will not to come too soon. But fortunately Sarah was almost completely aroused before his entry so that when his penis focused on her G spot her orgasm came so quickly it took Sarah by surprise.
Her groans of orgasmic joy were accompanied by groans of pleasure as she felt him stiffen, heard him grunt, felt him plunge onto her cervix and knew his semen was spraying into her feminine depths.
They lay like that for ten minutes, saying little, then separated and sipped some wine.
“Appetizers anyone,” called Simone as she came from the cabin.
Sarah reached for her dress, but Mike extended a restraining hand and he made no effort to dress himself. Simone brought out .a plate of smoked salmon with sour cream and caviar on strips of wholemeal bread.
Simone looked at the two naked bodies. She saw Mike’s flaccid penis, his slim torso with its lean hard musculature. She looked at Sarah and saw the orgasmic flush in her daughter’s cheeks.
“Won’t you be getting cold without any clothes, Sarah?”
“I’m lovely and warm and anyway Skipper Mike won’t let me get dressed.”
“I’m feeling a little overdressed with you two like that.”
So Mike again eased off Simone’s shoulder straps and lifted her dress so that it hid nothing, But Simone decided that it would be better if she took off the dress completely.
The three sat by the fire nibbling their salmon. They sat cross legged. Sarah was completely relaxed about her pussy being in full view of Mike. Simone felt less comfortable, particularly as Mike made no attempts to disguise his gazes at her shaven pussy. Once he looked up from it and then smiled at her.
Simone felt the urge to close her knees, but fought it and in fact spread her legs far wider. Mike’s smile widened.
Sarah had watched this interchange and had watched Mike’s tumescence fully recover.
“Time for me to prepare the entree, I think.”
She kissed Mike and held his hand to her breast and as she kissed her mother she whispered, “You are a very lucky lady.”
As she had said to Mike earlier, Simone was hesitant. It wasn’t that she didn’t want Mike. She liked him, she loved his body and she hadn’t had good sex in years.
First she was worried about her age. She was within a few years of being twice as old as he. She had no reason to worry. She had a classical bone structure, perfect complexion, slimness, years with a personal trainer and the good luck to have the genes which kept her breasts firm and pointed high.
Mike sensed that despite her brazen-ness, despite her earlier confidence Simone needed reassurance.
“Simone, you are so beautiful. What is the most beautiful part of you I wonder?”
“Is it these eyes?” A kiss to her eyelids.
“Your beautiful, aristocratic face?” A shower of light kisses.
“Possibly these soft full lips.” A lingering kiss.
And so he covered her all her body with praise and kisses.
“This slim nose, maybe?”
“These smooth cheeks?”
“This slender neck?”
All over her body. Simone’s upper arms, her armpits, wrists, hands, breasts, aureoles, nipples, belly, navel, pubic mound, labia, thighs, knees, calves and feet.
Simone started by giggling at the humor, but her body relaxed, responded and rejoiced as Mike explored and questioned.
Simone had also worried that she might not have the right responses, that her sexuality was inadequate.
But these concerns vanished as Mike’s fingers traced over her inner thighs, causing a beautiful sensation to shiver through to her vagina. His fingers played her pussy like a Mozart sonata and her orgasm came in a crescendo. Like her daughter, Simone experienced his wonderful mouth on her clitoris and like her daughter Simone’s body was swamped in the joy of multiple orgasms..
By the time Mike’s rampant cock spread the pink folds of her inner labia, Simone was in a state of ecstatic bliss and she moaned in uninhibited delight with her last orgasm.
Mike propped her shoulders and head on some cushions and knelt astride Simone’s chest. She bent forward and eagerly took his cock into her mouth, into her throat and sucked and licked urgently.
Mike withdrew so that his orgasm squirted over her aristocratic face before Simone sucked the last of his juices from his penis.
Side by side they lay, gazing into each other’s face. Mike’s fingers gently rubbed his semen into Simone’s face and both enjoyed the intimate, cloying smell.
They threw more wood on the fire and Sarah brought out the entree: a fresh Caesar salad.
Mike gave a skipper’s command that both women must keep their knees at least 18 inches apart.
This was accepted with enthusiasm and without question and as time went by, both Sarah and her mother enjoyed the brazen sexuality of their femininity and kept their knees wider. They relished Mike’s open admiration and they marveled how this strange set of circumstances had resulted in their being on this remote beach with this extraordinary young man.
Simone went inside to prepare her main course and Sarah offered her body as her main course. After the delight of Mike’s earlier oral sex with her she wanted to return the favor.
Sarah pushed hard and didn’t mind the discomfort in her throat, didn’t mind that she gagged. She was totally focused on the delight of having his rigid cock in her mouth and on the delight in giving him pleasure.
Then Mike asked her to kneel on the blanket with her shoulders flat on the ground. She pushed her stomach towards the earth which meant that her buttocks were pointed almost to the sky. She parted her legs, thrilled that she was in this submissive position with her genitals open to Mike to do with as he wished.
Mike grasped her hips strongly and thrust his penis into her vagina and pounded vigorously. In this position his penis penetrated even deeper and the pressure on her G spot was even greater.
Their sex wasn’t gentle. It was primeval, basic, unrestrained physicality. Sarah’s role was to push herself backwards to get Mike deeper into her and to cry out loudly as her orgasm surged. She didn’t think that life could offer more. But she was wrong. Mike pushed two saliva covered fingers into her anus.
The initial entry was abrupt and might have hurt had Sarah not been so excited. When those fingers were fully inserted, with their own lovely feeling on her rectum wall, increasing the pressure of Mike’s cock on her vaginal nerves Sarah surrendered completely to her most primitive, animal instincts and became a sexual beast and howled in delight.
Mike withdrew from her vagina and easily thrust his penis into Sarah’s dilated anus and her ecstasy took a different dimension. Her bowel felt gorgeously full with his manliness, the feeling of his cock rubbing against her smooth bowel walls, the indirect pleasure to her vagina from the pressure. When Mike moved his fingers to Sarah’s clitoris her world contracted so that she was only aware of her flesh from her pubic mound to her anus and Mike’s magical, ravishing cock.
Her orgasmic wail was even louder.
Later Mike told her that it was just as well the bay was deserted or someone would have called the police to say there was a pack of wolves on the loose.
Simone’s main course of baked salmon was superb. Simone had certainly not watched Sarah and Mike together, but couldn’t avoid hearing Sarah’s excited wails.
When Sarah went to the bathroom Simone asked Mike, “Skipper, did you see the movie, ‘When Harry met Sally?’”
“Yes.”
“And do you remember when Meg Ryan faked an orgasm in the restaurant.”
“Yes.”
“And when a waitress asked a dear old lady what she wanted to eat, the lady pointed at Meg Ryan and said, whatever she’s having.”
“That was a great scene.”
“Skipper, may I place my order for desert?”
“This is most irregular I’m the skipper and I decide. But,” Mike laughed, “Because you have such a beautiful nose, I will agree.”
“Skipper, for desert, could I please have what Sarah just had. Whatever it was.”
But Simone’s introduction was different from Sarah’s. She had little of her daughter’s impetuosity, she had an intellectual aversion to anal sex and a sphincter muscle which refused to yield. Nonetheless she was determined that a new part of her life was starting. After her now usual multiple orgasms from Mike’s tongue and penis in her vagina, she lay facing him with her knees high around his waist.
Mike was ever so slow in forcing his well oiled penis inside, but it still hurt.
“Do you want to go on Simone?”
“Yes please skipper,” and she regained her composure and forced her rectum to become used to this overfull sensation. When he was fully inside she felt uncomfortable, but not sore, not sexually aroused but emotionally happy that she was doing this with the man who had saved her life and she was liking more and more.
Mike’s thrusts were ever so slow and ever so tender. Gradually Simone’s rectum walls expanded and she stopped feeling uncomfortable.
She didn’t orgasm but felt an emotional thrill as Mike ejaculated deep in her bowel. She clung to him and sobbed a little.
Sobbed for her wasted sexual years, sobbed for the joy she felt now, sobbed with pleasure at her new found sexuality.
The three walked arm in arm and naked along the beach.
“May I ask you ladies a question?”
“Whatever you like, Skipper Mike.”
“Just about as soon as I came on board, I knew you wanted to have sex. But you don’t strike me as the type of women who just casually bonk.”
“You’re right. We’re not. But we had to honor our promise to you.”
“What promise? I didn’t hear any promise.”
“When we were waving at you, we were terrified you were going to ignore us. So we yelled at you saying that you could do whatever you liked with us for a week if you rescued us,” said Simone.
“And immediately you turned and came to us. Surely you heard?” said Sarah.
“I couldn’t hear a thing over the noise of my engine.”
Sarah and Simone looked at each other.
“Oh dear Mum, we’ve put ourselves through this sexual abuse for nothing.”
“And he thought we were interested in him, just for his body. What an ego.” Mike could hear the giggles starting.
“And we threw those expensive thongs overboard for no reason.” More giggles.
“And we’ve had all these orgasms when we could have been spending the night paying final respects to the old Sea Dog and remembering Daddy.” The laughter broke out.
“What do we do now?”
“Well a promise is a promise I suppose darling daughter. However unattractive the implications.” Simone stroked Mike’s cock.
They all walked on in silence.
“Can I be absolutely clear on this? You will do anything I want for a week?” said Mike.
“We have no choice, we promised,” said Sarah.
“Anything you want for a week. Aren’t you pleased?” Simone whispered and returned her hand to his cock.
“I most certainly am. ‘Queen of the Waves’ needs a good coat of paint and so does my cabin.”
Simone’s gentle touch on Mike’s penis changed to a cruel twist.
The coastguard arrived very early the next morning. The commanding officer took charge.
“We’ve got to be sure that the old Sea Dog is dead, not just constipated.”
He stuck a needle into the corpse 10 times, then held a mirror to its mouth.
“Dead,” he pronounced to his crew who were watching in awe at their commander’s forensic skills.
“As dead as the snapper I ate last night.”
Simone’s mind and body overcame their reluctance towards anal sex after two days Her ecstatic wails matched her daughter’s as she knelt, shoulders down on the blanket, holding her buttocks apart to help Mike’s rampant erection drive deeper into her bowel..
“Queen of the Waves” was transformed by the women from an ugly duckling to a graceful swan. Sarah and Simone took an almost parental pride in her when they had finished.
Rupert, Simone’s former husband lived in happiness with his increasingly fat secretary. Life seemed to be blissfully stress-free without Simone and Sarah.
The old Sea Dog’s first week in heaven was tinged with sadness.
He looked down on Mike ravishing Simone and Sarah and pondered on what might have been. Then St Peter introduced him to three heavenly mermaids and told him that no-one died of a heart attack in heaven.
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“Khaheh!” The dust in the back room was so thick, it was choking. I found the box of stuff Mrs. Wong had asked me to get and brought it out to the front desk. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes, thank you.” Her voice creaked out, sounding uncannily like the rusty hinges on the doors of her shop. I work at Mr. Wong’s Curios and Antiques. It’s an old store that the late Mr. Wong set up in the seventies- I think. When he died a few years back, his widow, Mrs. Wong, took up running the store. I think it helped her deal with her grief, gave her something to do. When I needed a job over the summer, I noticed this store and even though it didn’t have a “Hiring” sign, I asked Mrs. Wong if they had any jobs available. To my surprise, she hired me as an assistant. I helped stock inventory, dust, and run the cash register. Some evenings I even closed the store. But I had never opened, until now. Mrs. Wong was visiting her family in China and she was leaving me in charge of the store for three weeks.
I glanced at the grandfather clock behind us, it was nearly nine in the morning. “Mrs. Wong, you need to go! You’ll be late for your flight.”
“Okay, okay. Such good boy, watching out for old lady.” Before leaving, she asked for the fifth time if I had the keys, knew how to run everything, and would make sure to be on time every morning. For the fifth time, I told her I did and I would. “Okay, okay. You know I not have extra money to pay you.” I smiled at her as she looked slightly embarrassed.
“I told you, it’s okay, it’s not hard and you pay me plenty as is.” Mrs. Wong nodded, then reached in the box I had carried out for her.
“This for you. It very old but I think you find like it.” She had a necklace in her hands. It was an old, leathery string, wine red. On it was a small black ring, with a golden slit running through it. “This Dragon’s Eye amulet.”
“Thank you, but you don’t need to do this.” She insisted and I reluctantly accepted the gift. Then I gave Mrs. Wong a quick hug, since she wasn’t very fond of them, and she headed for the door. I slipped the necklace on as she stepped out. “Have fun!” She called. I smiled. She must have been excited, I had never heard Mrs. Wong be that loud before. The rest of the day went pretty quickly. A few customers came by, no one too troublesome, and for once I got to listen to the radio stations I liked. The store closed at six usually but around five thirty, my phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey, c-can you pick me up? Jake just… he just broke up with me.” It was my sister, she sounded upset. That wasn’t unusual for her but this sounded serious.
“Where are you?”
“Spring Park- by the swings.”
“Okay, stay where you are. I’ll be right there.” Mrs. Wong wouldn’t have minded me locking up early, especially under the circumstances. I emptied the cash register, placed the money in the safe under the old hour glass I liked, and locked all the doors. Then I got in my truck, an old Ford Ranger, and drove to Spring Park. I found my sister by the swings, like she’d said. “Hey, Amanda. You okay?”
“Sure…” The words sounded devoid of energy, listless. Somehow, I could sense that she wasn’t sad- just angry.
“What’s got you so mad?” I asked, sitting down in a swing. She took the swing next to me and looked into my eyes with her big, brown ones.
“It’s goddamn Jake. He just breaks up with me again and again and I just go back to him every time. He lies to me or sleeps with some skank and I just pretend like it didn’t even happen.”
“Amanda, everyone in the family’s told you what a jerk he is. I know this is harsh, but maybe the person you’re angry at is you. Why do you let him treat you like that?” Her face fell, she just looked down at the sand beneath her feet.
“I guess, I just don’t think I’ll find anyone else. When he’s good, he’s pretty good. I haven’t dated a lot. I worry I won’t find anybody else. Plus, I think it’s my fault since I won’t let him…um, you know.”
“Sleep with you?” I finished, uncomfortable.
“Yeah.” Amanda looked back down at the sand. She seemed insecure, something in her posture just told me. I caught her glancing at her chest, then at her lap, lastly, she crossed her legs, as though hiding something she were ashamed of. That was it! She was feeling unattractive, ugly.
“Sis-” I brought my fingers under her chin, raising her head to look at me. “You don’t need to worry about him. You’re beautiful, you’re funny, and you’ll find a guy who’ll treat you right.”
“I don’t even know what that means.” She glanced at me with, what, curiosity?
“You’ve never been on a good date before? Like dinner and a movie and a kiss goodnight?” I asked dubiously.
“Not without the guy making a pass or, you know, glomping my muffins.” She smirked.
“Agh! You couldn’t have phrased that any differently?” We laughed. “Tell you what, I’ll just show you. I’ll take you on a good date, then you’ll know.” I smiled at her.
“What? You’re my brother! That’s too weird!” She was fibbing, I could see she was excited. I called the house. I told our Mom that Jake had broken up with Amanda and I was going to take her out, get her mind off of things. She told me that was just like me, being sweet or whatever, and to be home by ten thirty. I told her we would.
“Follow me, Mademoiselle.” I said, taking my sister by the hand and helping her up. She giggled and I led the way back to my truck. I threw some junk out of the passenger seat and got the door for her. Then I got in, started the engine, and drove. I already knew exactly where our destination would be.
“Where are we going?” Amanda asked, pushing my shoulder playfully.
“Duh- surprise.” I responded, rolling my eyes at her. I got another push on the shoulder for that and had to check my direction to keep from swerving into oncoming traffic. Soon, we were at the best restaurant in the city.
“Oh my God, La Calombe! Wait, no! It’s too expensive! You can’t!” Amanda tried to protest but I could still see the excitement etched in every line of her body. I got out of the truck and got the door for her. “I’m not dressed nice enough! I look horrible.” My sister ran her hands along a tress of her hair, something she only does when she’s nervous. I helped her out and shut the door behind her, locking the truck with the push of a button.
“Amanda,” I said, resting my hand on her cheek. “You look beautiful. You deserve this. Now come on, I want some of those thin, little breadsticks.” I took my sister by the hand and led her to the door. A doorman let us in. I asked the maitre de’ for as nice a table as he had available, and gave him twenty dollars. I realized afterwards that that was probably the silliest, cheapest attempt at a bribe he’d ever received, but he seemed to understand the situation and brought us to a table at the center of the restaurant, directly beneath their massive, crystal chandelier.
Dinner was delicious, even if I couldn’t identify every dish. The string quartet sounded beautiful and Amanda and I were able to have one of the best conversations I’d ever had with my sister. She told me about how college entrance exams were worrying her, about how she didn’t want to be like everyone at school but didn’t want to be left out either, and how she would’ve rather been an artist than a journalist, but art majors didn’t make any money making actual art. Throughout every moment, Amanda was smiling and the crystal chandelier lit up her eyes with a thousand starry points.
When we left, I checked my phone, it said it was only eight twenty. “We still have two more hours. But, if you’d rather, I can take us home.” I was only playing, I knew she’d never agree to go home, but I needed to show her what a considerate, good guy would do.
“No! I don’t want to go home yet. I want to stay with you. This has been the best night I’ve had in… well, a long time.”
“Alright, I know what we can do.” We weren’t far from Lake Brinnegan. I knew a spot by the shore that would look great on a clear night like the one we had. I opened the door for Amanda and helped her in. As I leaned forward to make sure she was in all the way, I was surprised. I felt something warm and soft and wet on my cheek. Then it was gone. My fingers went to my cheek and my eyes to my sister. She’d kissed me.
“That’s your reward for dinner.” She smiled and after I recovered, I shut the door for her. It had been really expensive but I didn’t care, every dollar was well spent. I got in the truck and started the engine. We drove to the Lake in silence. Amanda knew the way, so it wasn’t a surprise, and I was too in shock over the kiss to pay attention to anything but the road. Amanda had never been the type of sister who kissed you, not even as a little kid. I was always a “yuck-o boy.” The kiss she’d given me had been quick, but not a peck. It had lingered for a moment. Did that mean anything? And more importantly, why did it matter to me? Nervous, I couldn’t even look at Amanda.
By the time we got to Lake Brinnegan, and pulled up to the shore in reverse, I had recovered mostly. I grabbed a slightly musty blanket from behind the passenger seat and we hopped out of the car. Amanda was already in the bed of the truck by the time I shut my door, there was no way I could’ve gotten to it in time to get it for her. I hopped up as well and spread out the blanket. The stars were all out and the moon was a silvery curve above the trees. I had chosen a spot for from the houses that dotted the lake, so we could see the sky perfectly and its flawless reflection on the water.
We laid down and looked up the stars. I clasped my hands behind my head and splayed my elbows out, relaxing at best as I was able. I wished I had kept pillows but that might have sent the wrong message to people who saw them. “Oh well.” I sighed, out loud by mistake.
“What?” Amanda asked as she wriggled around on the blanket, trying to get comfortable. I figured that now was as good a time as any to act out the clich?f naming stars.
“Do you see that star up there?” I asked, unclasping the hand furthest from her and pointing upwards.
“That bright one?” She asked sitting up.
“Yep, that’s Aurora Borealis.” I said. Amanda laughed out loud, losing it for nearly half a minute.
“That’s the North Star you bone head!” She snickered and laid down again, resting her head on my clasped arm. She snuggled up to me. I didn’t like it that it made me a little aroused. I wasn’t a total rookie but I hadn’t had many attractive girls “snuggle” with me. I managed to stay cool.
“You cold?” I asked nonchalantly.
“No.” I glimpsed her head turn towards me out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look at her. Our eyes met, each staring deep into the other. She was so beautiful and now she felt beautiful. I could see it in her slightly blushing cheeks, the corners of her lips, and especially in her gorgeous brown eyes. Yet there was more than that, something else, what was it? I felt her breath on my face. I leaned towards Amanda. What was I doing? She tilted her head as she came to me. Our eyes closed. What was it? Contact.
I felt her lips upon mine. They were soft and warm, like pillows after a good night’s rest. I gently pressed my own against them. I felt her sigh, felt her warmth breath exhaling. Every inch of my body tingled. I felt my head spinning and I only wanted more. I reached my free arm around and ran my hand through her hair, letting the silky threads cascade through my fingers. We moaned together softly. That snapped me back to reality. I broke the kiss off.
“Amanda, we can’t do this.” I said, as forcefully as I could. My breath was gone. I could still feel her on my lips.
“Why?!” She cried out. Every fiber of her body screamed distress, panic.
“You’re my sister. This isn’t right, it isn’t legal.”
“Tell me you care about that!” She asked me, her beautiful face coming so close to mine again. I could just- No! I turned aside, looking at the trees.
“I care about you. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t want you thinking this is how all guys act.”
“That they’re sweet to me? That they listen to what I say and treat me right? That they act like they love me? I shouldn’t think that?! Right, of course, I should’ve known!” Amanda moved to hop out of the truck bed. I moved faster than I knew I could, catching her just above the elbow.
“Don’t go.” I whispered. I didn’t want to admit it, but I couldn’t lose her. I couldn’t take it.
“Why shouldn’t I? You just said you didn’t care.” Amanda spat back. She was trying to hide her pain behind anger. The pain was from shame. I thought it was from kissing me, her brother, but it wasn’t. She felt empty again, worthless. It was etched in the glint of the moon on her irises.
“I do care.” I said as loudly as I could.
“Sure, yeah, I’m your sister and all that. You want me to be happy and you love me and all that.”
“Amanda!” I yelled, surprising even me. I pulled her towards me and moved to her. As she spun, I placed my other hand on her waist and caught her, pulling her against me. Her eyes were wide with surprise, uncertainty, and hope. Hope most of all. “Amanda, I do love you. I love you so much.” I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against hers, all the while thanking God that I hadn’t missed.
This kiss was different from the first, there was passion. There was fire in the kiss. Our lips melded together and our moans echoed their movement. She pulled lightly on my upper lip and I pressed her against me, no longer caring that a certain part of my body had swollen rapidly. She released my lips and I immediately pressed against her, pushing her down onto the blanket. I rested my hands on either side of her and she slipped her fingers through my hair, pulling me down against her. I felt Amanda’s lips relax and I pushed my tongue between them. My sister’s moan only excited me more and I pressed further, finding her tongue and inviting it to dance with a flick of my own. We wrestled and twisted our tongues together, moaning louder and louder with each movement. Finally, we broke apart for air and I looked down at my sister, at Amanda.
She was breathing heavily, excited and aroused. She smiled at me and indicated for me to come closer with curling of her index finger. I leaned in and she placed her lips beside my ear, just grazing it in the most excruciating way. “I want to tell you something but it’s a secret. I’ll only tell you if you make me a promise. You have to swear to do something for me.”
“Anything you want, Amanda. I promise.” Perhaps I should have given the request more thought but I was so excited, so utterly out of my mind, that I would have said yes to anything she wanted.
“Okay, do you want to hear the secret now?” She pulled back and looked at me, her face taking on a serious expression. She was feeling something raw, something that she considered absolutely vital to her identity. I nodded gravely. She moved forward, just slightly, and looked deep into my eyes. “I love you.” I smiled and she followed my lead. I leaned down and with abandon kissed her again. I was surprised when she drove her tongue past my lips and deep into me. I moaned and brushed my hands down her sides as I rested on my knees. Amanda let out a long, throaty sigh and, grabbing my by the neck, pulled me on top of her and off my knees.
Our lips met again but I quickly broke away and found the nape of her neck. I flicked my tongue against her milky, flawless skin and elicited a noise from my sister. I repeated the action again and again, running my mouth up and down her neck, until my sister had dug her nails deep into my jeans and was grinding her hips against my member as hard as she could.
“Y-your promise!” Amanda choked out between moans.
“Mhmmm.” I murmured as I sucked on a particularly sensitive spot.
“AHH, y-you, I mean, AAH! I want you to do something NOW!” She cried out at the end as I flicked my tongue against the spot I had trapped between my lips. I grudgingly let go and looked at Amanda again.
“Anything you want.” She turned to face me, the same look of seriousness on her face once more. She pressed her hand against my chest, then slid it down, lower and lower, till she clutched my erect member. Amanda smiled again and her eyes took on the sexiest look I had ever seen.
“Make love to me.” She crooned and squeezed me. I grunted, it felt so good. I was done arguing but I wanted to make certain that it was what Amanda really wanted.
“You haven’t done this before, right? I mean, you’re a virgin?” She nodded, slightly bashful. “And you want me to be your-” Amanda cut me off with a kiss. I sighed and leaned into it. She began to rub up and down on me. I shuddered and allowed her to continue. I brought my hands to the edge of her shirt and, after a nod from Amanda, lifted it up. She arched her back for me, allowing me to raise it all the way to below her shoulders. She had beautiful breasts, enclosed within a pink, pushup bra. I felt myself shaking as I reached towards her chest for the first time. Amanda lay back, allowing me total access to her body. I slipped her right cup down, then held her breast. It was so soft, but firm and it filled my hand completely. I pinched her nipple and Amanda moaned for me while I slipped her other bra cup down. Soon, I was squeezing and twisting her areolas until Amanda was almost screaming. Wanting to drive her over the edge, I placed a knee between her legs, forcing her to grind against me. Next, I bent my lips down to her right breast and took her nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue against the tip.
“AHHH! God, YES!” She screamed. I sucked harder, taking more of her breast into my mouth until I couldn’t take anymore. My tongue thrashed around, caressing every part of the breast. Once I felt her nipple completely stiffen, I switched. I repeated the process on her left breast and all the while, I felt the warmth of my sister frantically grinding against my knee. At last, I switched back to her right breast and took as much of it as I could into my mouth, all at once. I flicked my tongue against her again and again, squeezing her other nipple with my left hand, and lastly, I reached between her legs with my right and rubbed my finger tips against her at a blinding speed. “AH, DON’T STOP!” Amanda yelled. I sucked down, squeezed and rubbed as hard as I could, all at once. She was so close, then she tipped over the edge. “I’m CUMMING!!!” She screamed. Her back arched off the truck bed, and she held my head to her chest as her body convulsed and shook for nearly thirty seconds. As the orgasm passed, she fell against the blanket, exhausted. I lay down with her, and took her in my arms. She was glistening with sweat.
“That was- that was… oh my god, thank you so much. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Did Leah teach you how to do that?” Leah was my ex-girlfriend. I shook my head, I had always just known. That, and porn was quite an education if one looked in the right places. “I love you.” She whispered in my ear.
“I love you too, Amanda.” I whispered back. I felt a hand rubbing at my crotch. “What are you doing?” I smiled at my mischievous sibling.
“I have to return the favor don’t I? Just, don’t be too disappointed if I’m not as good as you.”
“You’ll do great.” I smiled and lay down. Amanda undid my jeans and slid her fingers beneath the waist band. I lifted my hips and she slid the pants off, with a little wriggling and the removal of my shoes. Next, she yanked my boxers down impatiently, exposing my throbbing dick.
“Wow, it’s big.” She said, slightly awestruck.
“It’s not that big.” I smiled. I was a little above average but nothing freakish.
“It’s bigger than Jake’s.” Amanda added with a frown. Then she leaned down and licked up along my shaft. I grunted loudly, it felt amazing. I couldn’t believe I was doing this with my sister. “Mm, tastes better too.” She smiled. She rubbed her hands together quickly, and breathed on them, to warm them up. The she slid her fingers around my shaft, one by one, and pulled my cock up. I moaned at her touch. “Now, tell me what you want me to do.” She grinned down at me.
“You do whatever you’re comfortable with.” I smiled back at her.
“No! If you want me to do something, you tell me exactly what it is… and don’t hold back.”
“Amanda, I can’t-”
“Do it! You earned it and I know you want to or…” Amanda pursed her lips just above my head and let a small thread of drool fall onto it, like syrup. “Do you not want to see your sister swallow?” That pushed me over the edge.
“Amanda, suck my cock.” Amanda bent down and kissed my head, then moved up and down the shaft, licking every inch of my dick. She pursed her lips as tightly as she could and pressed them against my tip. Slowly, she pushed down harder and harder, it felt so tight, so incredible. I was amazed I hadn’t come yet. As the pressure became almost uncomfortable, I lost control and my hips bucked, thrusting my dick deep into sister’s mouth. Her eyes went wide with surprise but we were both moaning at the sensation.
Amanda paused, unmoving. I took the unspoken hint. “Suck it, Amanda. Bob up and down on your brother’s big cock.” She obeyed immediately. I watched her lips travel all the way up to the base of my head and then back down to an inch from the bottom of my shaft, as far as she could go. She lifted her lips and then took my cock again, going faster and faster each time, then wrapping her hand around the bottom of my shaft. She began pumping as her lips sucked down on me and her tongue coiled around my shaft like a snake. It was so good, I began pumping with her head, thrusting my dick deeper into my sister’s mouth with each dip. When I felt her start to moan, I knew I was close to cumming.
“A- Amanda, I’m close to- AH!” I moaned as my sister dove all the way to nearly the base of my dick. Just then, my phone started ringing. I managed to fish it out of my pocket but before I could answer, Amanda snatched it out of my hand and threw it to the far corner of the truck bed. “Amanda, it’s Mom-AH- AHH!” She bobbed her head up and down again and again, her nose brushing against my crotch each time. She cupped my balls with her free hand and kneaded them. “FUCK, AMANDA! YES!” At the verbal excitement, Amanda decided it was time to make me come. She squeezed my balls, pumped up and down on my shaft with her other hand and sucked hard with her mouth, as far down as she could be. “I’m CUMMING!!” I screamed to my sister and I felt myself begin to orgasm. Each rope of cum shot out like nothing I’d ever felt before. My hands were clenched in my sister’s hair and my vision swam. I fired cum deep into my sister’s mouth again and again. Nine, ten, and the shots just kept coming. By fifteen, they had died down slightly. I was done by the seventeenth. I collapsed against the truck bed, only barely noticing the ping of the voicemail alert.
I looked up and saw my sister with her cheeks full, looking down at me.
“You don’t have to-” I began but before I could finish, my sister had tilted her head back and swallowed my entire load. She showed me her empty mouth with pride and I took her in my arms.
“Was that good?” She asked.
“The best orgasm of my life.” I said awestruck, echoing what she’d said. Smiling, Amanda laid down beside me and for a minute we just held each other. Her eyes were so beautiful. I saw nothing but happiness in them. She was content, full of love, and with the desire to love. She was perfect. We were perfect. After a few minutes, I grabbed the phone, which was just within arm’s reach.
“Crap!” I exclaimed.
“What time is it?” Amanda asked as she kissed a trail down my neck.
“It’s nearly midnight!”I listened to the voice mail from Mom. She was not happy at all. She sounded upset and asked where we were, why we hadn’t come back, and to call or come home as soon as I got the message. I called her back and said that I had been helping Amanda feel better, which was true, had lost track of time, which was also true, and that it was completely my fault, which Amanda frowned at but which I felt was true. Mom was still angry when we hung up, but I had defused the situation for the most part. I kissed Amanda softly.
“Sorry, we’ll have to finish this another night. If you want to.”
“Of course I do. I love you and I can’t wait.” Amanda kissed my nose and giggled.
“Same here.” I whispered, and kissed her forehead lightly. Then we dressed, got in the truck, and drove home.
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