Consensual Sex

Fantasy

My Wife’s Best Friend-6

Please read the previous parts to appreciate the story
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I grinned. “That was so incredible,” I said quietly.
Rachel looked down at the wet stains in front of me, the remains of my orgasm. “You liked that, did you?” she asked with a big smile.
I nodded vigorously. She leaned over to me and kissed me. Usually when we kiss, I notice her smell. It’s the smell of her perfume, or her shampoo, or just that warm scent of her skin. Not this time. This time, she smelled like Laura. There was no doubt that she smelled like her friend’s pussy. If there had been, the taste in her mouth would have settled the issue. We were both tasting Laura’s juices now. I held her body to mine, feeling her soft boobs pressed to my chest, and shared the taste. I had just seen her act out a secret fantasy I had held for many years and I loved her so much at that moment. We had now both shared Laura in the most intimate way.
When the kiss ended, we looked at each other. The scent of pussy was in the air between us. Truthfully, it was probably in the entire room, but it was especially strong there, next to Rachel’s face.
“Thank you for letting us do that alone. We needed to try it in our own way.”
“Rachel, thank you for letting me watch. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Rachel thought for a moment. “It doesn’t bother you that I did it with her?”
“Not at all. You didn’t mind me doing it with Laura.”
“But you’re a boy I’m a girl – doing it with a girl.”
“I know,” I said eagerly. “That’s what made it so exciting.” After a moment, we both looked over at Laura, who had rolled over and opened her eyes. “Are you going to let her do it to you?”
Rachel turned to face me. “If you want me to.”
“Do you want that?” I asked her.
There was just a moment’s pause before Rachel said, “Yes. I’d like that a lot. I want to feel how a woman does it.”
“I want it, too. I want to see her please you. I want to watch her make you cum.”
“Thank you,” Rachel told me quietly. She planted a light kiss on my lips, and then moved out of my arms to rejoin Laura. Laura opened up and Rachel was again lying on top of her as they shared a passionate kiss. Laura’s hands moved down my wife’s back to hold her ass. Laura whispered something to Rachel that I couldn’t hear. Rachel nodded and rolled off Laura. Laura positioned herself over Rachel’s tits, sucking her nipples. The look on Rachel’s face was amazing – pure enjoyment. Her eyes were closed, but the expression on her face was unmistakable. I enjoyed seeing my wife being pleased by her friend. After a few minutes of playing with both breasts, Laura moved lower, kissing her way down to Rachel’s pussy. Rachel had opened her eyes to watch what Laura was doing. Now she was supporting herself on her forearms so she could lift her head up enough to see. When Laura’s tongue made contact with her lips, Rachel’s arms gave out and she fell back to the bed. Laura explored with less hesitation than Rachel had shown. Maybe she knew how pleasurable it was, or maybe she had done this before. Either way, Rachel was enjoying what Laura was doing to her body. I was soon stroking my erection again, captivated by the spectacle before me. Seeing two women making love is such a beautiful sight. They show such tenderness and confidence.
Rachel must have been worked up by the whole situation because it took Laura less time to make her cum than I would have thought. Rachel looked over at me when her orgasm hit. She might have been seeking my acceptance, or maybe she wanted to see how I was reacting to seeing someone else making her cum. I smiled and blew her a kiss. She smiled back and her gaze returned to Laura. Her hands were now on the back of Laura’s head and her legs were lifting off the bed. Laura didn’t let up until Rachel cried out, determined to give her a memorable experience. After, she kept giving Rachel’s pussy little kisses and licks, pointedly avoiding her sensitive clit but covering the rest of the area around it. In time, she moved back to Rachel’s face and they shared a long deep French kiss.
After a little while, Rachel reached out for me. I moved to her and she put her arm around the back of my neck. She pulled me to her so I could kiss her as well. She moved between kissing me and kissing Laura. I was so close to the two of them that I could smell Rachel’s juices on Laura’s face. The three of us basked in the afterglow, three friends sharing a magical moment. No one was in a hurry for it to end.
Eventually we got out of bed and cleaned up. Rachel showered first with me, then asked me if I minded if Laura joined her. I told her I didn’t. We talked about what the two of them had done and I assured her I didn’t mind. In fact, I enjoyed seeing it very much. I got out of the shower and dried off. Then, still naked, I found Laura gently playing with herself on the bed and told her Rachel was waiting for her in the shower. She looked at me as if trying to see if I minded. I smiled and told her to have fun playing with my wife. She got the message and joined Rachel. It took them a long time to finish, but I didn’t mind. When they came out, I was already dressed. They got ready quickly and we got something to eat.
That afternoon we planned to lay out on the beach. The weather was warm with scattered clouds. We found a vacant spot of sand to place our towels and started sunning. I was lying between the two women. After about an hour, I finished the book I was reading and commented that I was going back to the room to get my other book.
“Laura, why don’t you go with him,” Rachel suggested calmly. Laura and I both turned to Rachel, unsure we had heard her correctly. Ordinarily, the suggestion wouldn’t have meant anything. In the light of what had we had done lately, the meaning was clear. Whether it was our sudden quietness or she felt us looking at her, Rachel continued, “Go ahead, it’s OK with me.”
I leaned over to kiss Rachel’s cheek. She whispered to me, “I’ll be out here thinking about what you are doing with her and getting very wet. I want to hear all about it when you get back.”
Shaking my head in disbelief, I got to my knees and reached for Laura’s hand. The blonde took my hand and we walked back to the room. We didn’t speak on the way, but she did hold on very tightly to my hand. We both knew what was going to happen when we got inside the room. On the walk, I don’t think I could have gotten any harder.
I opened the door and let Laura go in before me. I closed the door behind me, the click of the lock seeming to echo in the otherwise empty room. Sure, we had had sex before, but with Rachel present. This was the first time we had been alone together, at least for this purpose. Laura smiled shyly and reached behind her neck to untie the top of her bikini. I watched the cups fall away, exposing her breasts. The nipples were erect, but I don’t think it was because of the cool air-conditioning. She untied the bottom string and her top fell to the floor between us. I watched it fall. She reached out for me and I hugged her, kissing her passionately as I felt her tits crushing against my bare chest. I held her to me so tightly that I could feel the bulge of my erection pressing against her mound. She could feel it, too. She pressed harder, rubbing her mound against the lump in my swimsuit. I pulled my lips from hers, sucking at her bottom lip as I did and ending the kiss in a wet sloppy fashion. We were smiling at each other when I opened my eyes.
We still didn’t speak. I dropped to my knees and kissed her pussy through the bikini bottom. Next, I put a thumb in each side and pulled down, exposing her patch of blonde hair. The crotch of her suit held on to a strand of her wetness as it moved down. She was as wet as I was hard. The suit slid down her legs and she stepped out of it. I held her by her ass cheeks and pressed my face into her pussy, my tongue working its way into her slit. She was so wet and hot that it was almost like putting my face into a warm saucer of water. I was enjoying tasting her. She was enjoying it, judging by the way she broke the silence with her whimpers. I felt her hands on my head, guiding me to the correct spots. I expected to eat her out for a lot longer, but she pulled me away after what seemed only like a minute. I looked up questioningly at her.
She said, “I want it now,” as she fell back onto the bed, pulling me with her. She scooted fully onto the bed (avoiding the wet spot from earlier) and opened her legs. I crawled after her, my erection dangling and bobbing from side to side as I moved. She seemed to like watching it swing.
When I reached her, she grasped my dick and aimed it towards her slit. I felt her sliding it along her wet pussy. She cooed as the tip passed over her clit, and then moved it lower to enter her. Her hands slid along my sides as I entered her. I sank fully into her because she was so wet. When I was fully inside I dropped softly onto her. It was then that I fully realized we were doing this alone, without Rachel there. It was like cheating on my wife, even though she had given her permission. I actually thought about Rachel lying alone on the beach as I screwed Laura.
Well, I thought about Rachel for the first few minutes. When Laura really started getting into it, moaning and calling out, I couldn’t think of anything except the naked blonde lying underneath me. It wasn’t that I loved Rachel any less. In a way, I was doing this because I loved Rachel so much. I was certainly having fun, but I wouldn’t have ever done it with Laura if not for Rachel’s insistence. Laura was a lot more vocal when we were alone. She moaned, and she talked. She wasn’t shy about asking me to do it certain ways.
I sat up and placed her legs over my shoulders. She liked it that way a lot. Before long, I had her ass lifted off the bed and I was pushing hard into her. By the sounds she was making, she liked it rough. Next, she wanted to get on top. I started to pull out but she stopped me. Holding me close to her, she guided me into rolling over while still inside her. I almost came out at the end of the roll, but we successfully ended up with her on top and my dick still safely inside her. She immediately started riding me hard, impaling her slender body on my cock.
“What makes it so exciting?” I asked rhetorically as she rode me and I thrust up into her.
She closed her eyes, smiled, and drew in a deep breath. “Doing it with you. Knowing Rachel is out there,” pointing to the door, “and that she knows what we are doing. It’s naughty and wrong, but not really wrong because we have her permission.”
“Not just her permission, she practically pushed us together.”
Laura nodded. Then, she became more introspective. “How do you really feel about seeing me with her?”
Thinking about that again got me even hornier. “That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen,” I told her eagerly. “I loved watching. I wanted to join in, but I knew you wanted to be alone.”
“It wasn’t the first time I’ve done it, but I think it was the first for Rachel. I’ve wanted her for a long time but I didn’t know how to bring it up. I guess the time was just right.”
I thought some more about her earlier question. “If you’re asking if I’m alright with you doing it again with her, yes! Oh, yes!” The thought of seeing them making love to each other drove me to more energetic thrusts against Laura’s bottom.
“Yes!” she echoed. Then, more in control, “Maybe you’d like to join in next time.”
That did it. I came at her words. I pushed my hips upward into her, lifting her in the process. My legs were tensed. It was like I was trying to push my cum into her body with more force by using my legs. She was in front of me, but I was thinking about Rachel. Rachel and her – together.
“I’ll take that as a ‘Yes’,” she said with a broad smile. “Oh, yes.” She wiggled her bottom on me as I was getting soft. It felt nice, but I could feel my dick coming out of her pussy. “Do something for me?” It was a question. I nodded. “Do what you did to Rachel, eat me now?” I thought it over for a moment. I did it because Rachel really liked it. I didn’t mind because it was my own cum I was tasting – and I really liked eating pussy. I felt at that moment I could do it for Laura as well. I had enjoyed her body so much that I wanted to do it for her. I nodded. Laura continued speaking. “No guy has ever done that to me, eaten my pussy after he came in me. It was so hot watching you do that to Rachel.”
She climbed off, a rush of warm fluid coming out of her pussy when she got up. It pooled on my lower stomach. She looked at it, then at me with an impish grin. She leaned forward and licked, tasting both of us. After a few licks, she leaned over and kissed me. “Thanks,” she whispered. She rolled onto her back with her legs open. I put my face where my dick had been and quickly gave her the orgasm I denied her when I came before her a few minutes before. Most of my cum had leaked out when she got off me so I barely tasted myself. After I finished, I lay on top of her and kissed her. She moaned during the kiss, enjoying the taste.
“That was as good as I expected it would be,” she told me. Then, “You’re hard from doing that.”
“I’m hard from eating your pussy. I love to eat pussy. Ask Rachel.”
“She’s told me.” Seeing my expression, she explained, “We talk a lot about sex, even more than when you’re around.” Without explanation, she got up and turned around, moving on top of me in a sixty-nine. She was shorter than me so I had to bend my neck to reach, but we managed. It wasn’t as comfortable as doing it with Rachel but it was still fun.
After I finally came in Laura’s mouth, she got up.
“That was great! I came two more times,” she told me.
“It took me awhile because I had just had an orgasm,” I explained.
Laura kissed me, the smell of sperm on her breath. “We should probably clean up and go back out. Rachel is probably dying to hear what we’ve been doing.”
We both laughed at that.
“Let’s not clean up,” I suggested. “At least not completely. Wipe up the obvious remains, but let’s go out there like we are. I want her to be able to smell you and taste you on me.”
“Sounds naughty,” Laura said slowly. Then, more quickly, “I like it.”
She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and cleaned only where it would be really obvious outside her bikini. She looked me over and decided I was fine the way I was. We got dressed to rejoin my wife.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Ready,” I replied.
Hand in hand, we walked back out to where we had left Rachel, big smiles on our faces. I suppose some people could tell what we had just done, and I didn’t care.
Rachel was still lying down on her stomach and reading. There was no one near us. When she saw me out of the corner of her eye, she practically leapt up.
“Well?” she asked.
“Well?” I mimicked.
“What have you two been doing?” she asked.
As Rachel kissed me, Laura said, “What do you think we’ve been doing?”
During the kiss, Rachel could obviously smell and taste what we had been up to because the kiss suddenly heated up.
“I can tell. Do you know how hot it made me to be out here alone, knowing what was going on in the room?”
“Tell me,” I ventured.
Rachel took my hand. Looking around to be sure no one was near enough to see, she pressed my hand to her crotch. Even though her bikini bottom was too dark to see the wet stain, I could easily feel how damp the fabric was. I took the opportunity to work a finger into her slit through her suit. She groaned.
I saw that look of indecision in her eyes again. She was thinking about doing something. Something wild. My finger must have helped her make her decision. She took my hand in hers, gripping me tightly.
“Watch our stuff. We’ll be back later,” Rachel called to Laura as she practically dragged me to my feet and across the sand to our room. I looked back to Laura. She was smiling broadly and telling us to “have fun”. As we passed the pool, I could see a few people staring at us. One guy was shaking his head. They must have seen me go there with Laura a short while ago and now again with another woman.
When we got to the door, Rachel just looked at me, her eyes burning with lust. I put my key in the lock and opened the door. Rachel pushed and we were both inside, the door banging closed behind us. Rachel’s hands were all over me at once.
“I got so horny out there, knowing what you two were doing in here. I almost couldn’t stand it.” She was breathless as she spoke those words.
“To tell the truth, I was thinking about you when I was with Laura. It was strange doing it without you here.”
“I got so fucking wet.” Her choice of words was uncharacteristic for her. “I thought about going for a swim so I could play with myself in the water.”
She now had both of us undressed. Her left hand was fondling her pussy while her right stroked me.
“You’re still damp,” she thought out loud. Dropping to her knees, she took the first few inches of my shaft in her mouth. “You still taste like her. You didn’t even clean up.”
“Do you mind?” I asked.
“Mm-mm,” she said with her mouth full. She shook her head with my dick still attached. She was trying to smile around the shaft. I could see her smiling with her eyes. She took a deep breath and took me in as far as she had ever done. My knees sagged with the sensation. I gripped her head for balance.
Coming up for air, she released my hardon. “Get on the bed,” she ordered, clearly in control. She wanted me badly at that moment. I was not going to argue. I got on my back. I watched fascinated as she mounted me. Her fingers parted her wet lips and she lowered her opening to me. The moment of contact was enhanced by her intense wetness and warmth. I gasped. She never paused, taking in my full length before stopping. When I bottomed out inside her, she was sitting on me. She looked at me and smiled, more relaxed now.
“I needed this,” she said, the commanding tone gone from her voice. “Sorry I was so insistent.”
“No problem. I knew what you were going to do. I didn’t mind. I wanted this, too.”
She started moving up and down, her pussy caressing my dick. Her face showed how pent up her emotions were. She was intent on talking all through the event.
“I thought it wouldn’t bother me that you two were alone together.” At that, I grew concerned and she saw it in my expression. “Oh, don’t worry. I don’t regret telling you to do it. I just thought I’d wait for you to get back and ask you to tell me all about it. What I didn’t count on was getting so horny. I kept seeing in my mind what you were doing and I wanted to be a part of it. It was like I could see you doing her, hear the moans and the bed creak, all in my head. It was killing me that I couldn’t be here. I was in public so I couldn’t even stick my hand in my pants.”
“You could have joined us at any time. You know that.”
“I didn’t want to,” she explained. “I wanted you to have some time alone. I always get to have you alone. I wanted to give that to Laura. I wanted to really share you with her. It just turned me on so much to think about it, knowing it was really going on right at that moment.”
All through this, she was riding me hard. The exertion was apparent in our voices. We spoke, but grunts and groans were evident in our speech, combined with deep breathing. And the bed creaked.
“You’re lasting a long time,” she said. I usually was able to last, but not while doing it this vigorously.
“It helps that I just had an orgasm,” I told her. She smiled at that.
“Just one?” she asked.
“Two,” I told my wife, her eyes lighting up. “Once while fucking, and a second time in a sixty-nine.”
Rachel asked for more details. I related everything we had done, as well as what we had talked about.
“This feels great, but my knees are exhausted,” Rachel said, sounding disappointed.
“Stand up and put your face down at the edge of the bed. I’ll do you from behind.”
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Fantasy

Aratheon: Wicked Witch of the Woods

Hey all! This is my first Aratheon story. There will be more. It contains a witch with a dick and a traveler with a butt. You can do the math. Haha. It’s a Halloween Special! So enjoy it! Also leave a review and comment below if you liked it or if you didn’t leave some feedback on how I can improve.

Fantasy

Harry Potter Loves You Part 7

Part 7 Bank and Burrow
Harry woke to the aroma of an aroused woman, feeling a warm mouth around his erect member, opened his eyes and saw his wife’s beautiful vulva in front of his face, he gently attacked it. Savoring it’s taste.
Ginny was stilling talking with her mother. Hermione said she was going to check on Harry. Finding him asleep dropped her robe, pull his pants down and slipped him into her mouth as she lower her wet vagina to his face. He barely licked her and she came, covering him with her juices. Harry moaned and began lapping her nectar like a man drying of thirst who found a oasis. She came twice more before he did. She swallow greedily the first few spurts but held the last couple in her mouth, savoring his taste.
Ginny walked in “Hermione, mums about to le… you hussy” giggling. Hermione raised off Harry grabbed Ginny and kissed her sharing Harry as she did her earlier. She rose as they kissed, they broke, she grabbed her robe swallowed “you were saying” she put on her robe.
Ginny swallowed “huh, oh mums leaving wants to say good night, Goddess he tastes good” they walked out, Harry grinned ear to ear. After Molly left he was attacked.
Two Weeks had pasted since that evening Molly found Ginny was going to marry Harry and Hermione.
Two wonderful weeks, they made love in the morning, the day was mixed in quickies, munching and shags, with snogging thrown in. Of course they didn’t make love all the time.
They did make trips to The Burrow, visiting with Molly and Arthur, which however did seem to involve a few quickies upstairs and there was that once down by the stream. Harry swears Molly heard Ginny scream as he filled her, then later Hermione screams, she sure gave them a funny look, then shook her head, when they returned from their three hour walk, famished.
Early bed time was a love battle about half the time, they were all winners. Ginny and Hermione still woke sore, from time to time. Harry did his thing and the loving commenced once again, sometimes, more than not.
They made trips to London, Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade for shopping, visiting, site seeing. And of course there was the visit to Gringotts. The Prophet managed to take a few pictures, of their outings, which made the Ministry happy, The heroes were in the public eye.
The Trip to Gringotts was magnificent, they made plans to spend the day in the main vault. Dobby would bring in refreshments from time to time, including lunch, After all he had access to the vault, as he was bond to the Potter house. Upon arriving to the vault, Ginny went to the gem chests and was having way too much fun, Harry though laughingly, Hermione to the Books, she was beaming, He was going check the old Parchments and just generally look around. Hermione was soaking wet after a short time going from one unknown tome to another, they were so old, she squealed and cried. Harry walking by her, was grabbed thrown down on a loveseat, clothes vanished, her mouth harden him and inside Hermione, she riding him hard, before he realized what hit him. She came three times, Harry hadn’t.
A temporary satiated nude Hermione was back up in book heaven, leaving Harry with a still almost painful stiff cock, as she was back pulling one book after another off the shelves giggling and moaning. He shook his head smiling at her, ’more trips to the vault needed’ he thought, as he started to stand up, a completely nude Ginny, save a ring or two on each finger, several necklaces around the neck, twenty or so bracelets, three or four jeweled belts draping off her hips, two tiaras and ten or twelve hat pins and a huge smile approached, she would have looked like a little girl playing dress-up in her mother room, if it weren’t for she was most assuredly a woman, a beautiful sexy woman. She pushed him back and wrapped her hand around him and guided him slowly into her, she had four orgasms, she cooed and told him of her love, all the while he licked, nibble, sucked and even lightly bit her nipples back and forth between them mixed in with kissed both nipples and mouth, his hands running amuck over her before he exploded deep inside her.
She laid on him and as Harry nibbled on her ear, he felt what had to be a tongue lapping their mixed juices from his testicles. Instead of going soft, he got harder, Ginny moaned, as Hermione licked their joining, Harry slowly raised Ginny off him and Hermione cleaned him. When he popped out, Ginny moved to the side, Hermione took Harry in hand and sat down guiding him once more inside her, they kissed, she began rocking slowly on her husband‘s cock, Ginny kissed them. Hermione broke their kiss, raised up turned away from Harry, guided him back in, pulled Ginny up and to her, bent slightly to get to her core and began making love to the both of them. Ginny’s knee finally gave way after four orgasms and multiple screams she collapsed, barely landing on the loveseat next Harry, Hermione after her four she had while eating Ginny, then three more ‘God I love him’, she sighed to herself, before Harry erupted inside her, He filled her with that wonderful nearly burning seed he did that first night with Ginny, her pussy spasmed, milking and sucking Harry into her, she screamed in pleasure so loud. “ GOD YESsss HHARRRYYEEEEEE!!! Harry was expecting the bank guards any second, surely they hear her in the main lobby.
A few minutes later Harry panting said “What we need, is more trips to the bank” both women moaned or was it purred.
Needless to say, Hermione didn’t get thru all the books that day and if wasn’t for Harry’s magical healing hands, two women may have crawled out the bank. Harry praised Hermione for having several soothing potions, in her bottomless hand bag, which was now carrying more books than before. Ginny decided she needed to get one of those.
There were times Harry was by himself talking to old friends or buying something special for his ladies or sitting in The Leaky Cauldron, sometimes Tom would join him.
Of course Hermione and Ginny were almost inseparable and made the rounds of shops and such.
One such times Harry sat by himself in the Leaky Caldron watching the fire flicker, drinking his butterbeer, Ginny and Hermione were off visiting their old girl friends. Ginny was going to ask Susan and Luna to be her bridesmaids, of course they said yes.
Harry was just finishing his drink when in walked Neville, Harry invited him to join him, ordering a round, Lee joined them shortly, they sat for hours talking, catching up on this and that.
Neville and Lee hadn’t seen Hermione or Ginny for some time. And when the two visionary sparkling lovelies’ walked in, both just stared.
“Hi boys” Ginny purred. The guys fell over themselves making room for her, but she walked around to sit on the other side placing Harry between Her and Hermione, they both kissed him first one then the other,. Neville and Lee looked at Hermione, who they knew was married to Harry, and of her possessiveness, she wasn’t at all upset.
Harry chuckled, “sorry guys I didn’t tell you, Hermione and I are marring Ginny next week.
“Bloody hell, two wives” Lee said “way to go Harry”
Neville added “and what a pair too… huh congratulations”
“Even though it’s a small family wedding, you’re invited, we‘ll owl you”
Harry motion and more butterbeers arrived, finally it was time to leave
At home they ate, sat on the couch cuddling together in front the fire, reading, sipping wine, not saying a word.
Around nine, Ginny said she wanted a soak and went upstairs. Harry moved over to the end and Hermione laid her head on his lap, they read. Ginny quietly came back into the room and sat in the large overstuffed chair opposite them, sipping her wine and watched, her two loves reading. A family, her family. Harry, her first love and Hermione her next love, although she remembered the times as a kid and in school with Susan and Luna, she still loved them, just not as much as those two, watching them read. She was so happy, she thanked the stars for giving her, her dearest loves, and after next week, perhaps she‘ll do as her mum wants and stop taking the potion, she wanted him, Harry was always in her dreams, first as a little girl, and even still now those dreams, visited her. Having Harry baby, feeling him or she growing inside her, give birth and raising Harry‘s children. Of course practicing making one was very nice too.
She watched in silence as Hermione’s hand move to Harry’s lap, then shortly as she slowly rolled over undoing his slacks, moving up, freeing his erection and lowering her mouth around him, taking him in deeper than she ever had, Hermione’s hand around what she couldn‘t, stroking. Harry’s hand moved over her arse and pulled her dress aside and slid into her knickers, Ginny could tell his finger just entered Hermione. Her own fingers were now deep inside her as she watched her two lovers, she could hear them moan. Sitting his book down, he saw Ginny sitting there, he smiled and motioned her to join them, she shook her head and mouthed “not yet”, he understood and moved down twisting, sliding under Hermione, her soaking wet panties, vanished as Hermione gasped and lowered her wet core to his waiting mouth. He feasted upon his wife flower licking, kissing, munching, devouring her. She screamed around his cock as she flooded his mouth, he drank as a camel fresh out of the desert. When he bit her clit, she came and bit him and , ’the pain’ he screamed into her setting her off in one continuous orgasm as he erupted in her mouth nearly choking her, she jerked up screaming, coughing, Harry kept spurting as she stoked him, her hips jerking on his mouth, trying to drown him. He drank as fast as he could, loving every drop he could get.
Ginny jumped up and moved to them, with some difficultly she capture Harry’s spurting cock in her mouth as Hermione stroke.
She taste Harry’s seed, loving it, filling her as she swallowed then she taste blood ‘BLOOD”.
She jerked off Harry and looked “Oh shit Harry you’re bleeding”
Hermione froze “WHAT?”, they both began checking Harry’s cock, there were small teeth marks, blood on the side of his cock and pelvic area and a few fresh drops of blood from the marks. Hermione started crying “I’m sorry, sorry oh Harry I’m sorry I hurt you my love”
Harry grabbed before she could move away, he forced her to sit in his lap, she tried to rise “Harry you’re hurt”
“It’s ok my love it’s ok I love you and a little bite won’t ever stop that, not even a big bite. I love you Hermione Jean Granger Potter with all my heart” and kissed her.
Harry reach to Ginny and pulled her to them, they hugged and kissed, again and again. After Hermione calmed down, they checked the damage.
Hermione reached her wand and a simple wave Harry was good as new and clean.
” See no worries, it was my fault”
“Your fault, how’s me trying to bite you dick off, your fault”
He simple said loudly said “Note to self, do not bite Hermione’s clit while sixty-nineing”
Hermione stared at him for an instant, then smiled, then began laughing “Oh Harry my love, God I love you”
Ginny looked puzzled “Sixty-nine”
Harry began laughing . Hermione finally calmed down enough to explain what sixty-nine meant.
“It’s what muggles call it”
Ginny looked moved her hands, twisting them , “Oh” and turned red. Hermione almost fell off the sofa, all three had a big laugh.
After they stopped laughing, Harry took Hermione in his arms and said “Now where were we. Oh I remember and laid her back and rubbed his cock down her slit, till she wetted and he slid in
“Oh Harry”
“Yes my love”
“oh, nothing, fuck me, my love”
“Yes my love “ He then looked at Ginny “You’re next, my love”
Ginny wetted.
And Harry did, after he came in each, he said “little tired, Quick shower, then bed… ladies“ Held out his hand.
Both together purred “Yes Harry“.
On the Burrow visits Molly was harping about more Grandkids. Harry, smiled big time, loved the idea, he wanted a big family. Ginny wanted five and Hermione says three, well maybe five.
And finally on the morrow was Harry, Hermione and Ginny wedding. Even though Hermione was his first love, Harry did love Ginny, and when Ron lied to Hermione and took her, he may have eventually married Ginny, but Ron lied to her also, to cover his lie to Hermione and she of sorts turned away also, not because she didn‘t love him anymore, but for the same reason Hermione turned away. They both thought he was seeking for the other team and be happier with someone… else.
Ginny and Hermione were to spend the night at The Burrow. ‘Night before the wedding stuff’ Susan and Luna were there also. Harry of course had to leave after dropping them off. He kissed each and then gave Molly a peck on the cheek, then disapparate.
So here he sat in this muggle restaurant eating, realizing this will be the first night he’d been without Hermione since their wedding, He missed her, her touch, her smell, her feel, her presence, her love, and Ginny’s also, since she moved in with them, love sprang forth or was it back, anyway, she has became just as much part of him as Hermione. He loved them both and couldn’t imagine a future without them, but tonight he was. He had been alone most of his life, there were a few times at Hogwarts he hadn’t felt so, those only moments that didn’t last long. However over the last nearly two years, he hadn’t been alone, save tonight.
He finished his meal, He didn’t know what to do, had no where to be. He paid his bill and left, step out of sight and apparate home. The only friend, besides Hermione and Ginny he had, wasn’t. Remus, Tonks and Percy were working late, the twins with Alicia and Angelina, were at the Burrow, Molly didn’t want them near Harry tonight, afraid Ginny might have to marry a something or the other that was really Harry. Moody was in Spain, Charlie had been called back to work, but would return in time for the wedding, the Grangers were at burrow also, visiting with Hermione. Bill, Fleur and the kids arrived late. Maybe he’d floo-call Neville, no he had a date. He had no one to go visit or somewhere to go. He should have went to The Leaky Cauldron, may have seen some old schoolmates, could have talked to Tom for awhile. Old habits of staying out of the public eye, from the glamour, are hard to break…. Too late now.
He had cut himself off from the wizarding world after Voldemort’s defeat, to avoid the ’the-boy-who-won’ praise. He seen too many deaths, too much pain, and really wanted to be left alone and being he didn’t have his love, he’d retreated away from the world. Well hung on the fringe, so he could be there for Hermione, if she needed him in any capacity. If it hadn’t been for his need to be there for her, he would have left, long ago.
Things now are different, definitely better, Hermione and Ginny was his life, his family and he was loved, for the first time since his parents were murdered by Riddle. They loved him, not that other stuff, just him, ‘just Harry’ and he loved them.
He hadn’t socialized much, damn near nonexistent actually. You could count the people he interacted with on your two hands., most of the time one. And those he did were busy. So he now sat in his lounge, in front of the fire and stared at the flames, he called Dobby and Winky and ask how their day was. They wasn’t much help, oh they talk some but it was over too soon, So he decided to check that novel Hermione said “was good” and began reading, Doddy brought him a glass of wine and there he sat, reading. Hermione would be proud.
At the Burrow, Hermione realized the same, this was the first time they’ve been apart at night since their wedding, she spent the night before hers with her parents and Ginny, of course. Remus, Arthur, Bill and the twins got Harry drunk. But a sobering potion fixed that, even the headache. Hermione knew Harry wasn’t having a bachelor party, this time, after all he wasn’t. Knowing Harry, he’s probably alone, feeling down, thinking. She loved Harry, but knew that, even though he gotten better over the last year, he still had issues. Those people and Dumbledore really messed with Harry’s head. She was slightly worried. She knew He wouldn’t do anything, but still, she knew he was alone. He’s been alone so much during his life.
Hermione had try to image, Harry’s loneness, several times. She didn’t know what she would have been like growing up without loving parents. She didn’t have many friends growing up herself, due to her, as one of her classmates said, ‘parent perfectives’. She was the perfect well-mannered bookworm, who did very well in school, every parent criticized their children for not being like her. Most of her classmates hated her, but she had her books and parents and there were a few girls who would play with her occasionally, and she had the family love, they showed their love, they went shopping together, movies, outings, vacations and trips to visit relatives. Harry didn’t, well there were a couple of outings which turned into more trouble for him, more beatings. After those, on future trips they left him locked up, with a glass of water, sometimes.
He was the forgotten human house-elf, who they beat on when they felt like it. Living in a house with three people alone, no hugs no kisses, no presents, just a fist, a belt, used as a punching bag or worst. He wasn’t even allow to excel in school, if his grades were better than his cousins he got a beating, he found out. All he got to do was to wait on them, cook, clean, gardening, do chores, when he wasn’t locked in the cupboard under the stairs, later his cousins second bedroom, after they installed locks on the outside. He played with a few of his cousins broken discarded toys, that he managed to hide. That was Harry’s life for ten years, before he went to Hogwarts, but back every summer. He seemed happy at school for the first five years, then sixth year, then Ron lies and Harry changed for sometimes happy to just being there, she never noticed. Her eyes began tearing up again.
Ginny noticing her future wife somber almost painful look. Sat down beside her, took her hand, asking
“What wrong Mione?”,
she turn to Ginny and hugged her ”nothing just thinking” then kissed her.
Ginny looked at her friend/lover “You sure?”
“Yes, I’m fine, just thinking of Harry” Hermione dried her eyes.
“I’m sure he fine, out drinking having fun most likely at the Cauldron”
Hermione looked at her, shook her head. “ No Harry wouldn’t be there, no one expecting him there”
“Well , what does Harry do when he’s not with us?”
“The same before I moved in with him, nothing”
“You really think he’s home all alone”
“Yes” Hermione whispered. “Harry will be alone tonight”
Then Molly hollered “Girls lets eat”
Molly was a gracious host, everyone had enough eat and drink, although she did limit Hermione and Ginny drinking. They needed to be sober tomorrow. What floored Hermione was Molly on-going argument with Her daughter about her contraceptive potion, Ginny said she was going to still take hers for awhile and Molly was trying to get her to stop.
Ginny said “Mom I can’t play Quidditch if I’m pregnant “
Molly’s answer was simple, “Quit, You don’t need the money. Harry ne….”
“I enjoy playing and we practice hard” Ginny rolled eyes
“making babies is more fun”
“but Quidditch”
“you needed to start a family”
“ I do practice a lot”
Then Molly said “well, it was time for bed, young lady there‘s a big one tomorrow”
“Yeah it’s a big one alright” Hermione squeaked out.
“Yes it is..” having seeing Harry starkers, Molly added before she thought, blushing.
That did it, the look. even those who wasn’t laughing before were holding their side or rolling on the floor.
And after a moment a sputtering Molly join in.
When they finally retired to bed Luna grabbed Ginny and pulled her into her bed, Susan not to be out done pulled Hermione to the other. At first Hermione was standoffish, we had only been with Ginny. However when she heard Ginny moan in pleasure and Susan kissed her, her lips opened to Susan”s tongue and soon joined Ginny in a happy moan. After some hot and passionate love making. Hermione asked Susan to switch, Ginny crawled into bed with Hermione and they cuddled. Susan and Luna were soon moaning and groaning.
About half past one in the morning, Hermione and Ginny both still restless. Hermione sliding out of bed, “Ginny” she whispered “downstairs” and pulled her quietly to the hallway, Hermione was thinking about floo’ing home to check on Harry. Slipping down the stairs, she accidentally knocking over a jar on the stairs. Molly was up in a flash. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“Can’t sleep” Ginny said
“Hot chocolate” Molly said.
Fleur, Susan , Luna, Alicia and Angelina overheard and join them in the kitchen, soon a hen gathering was brewing. As they sipped their coco, Hermione softly ask no one, “ wonder what Harry doing?” Angelina popped off “no one tonight” and the laughter roared.
Around three, a drunk Ron staggered in the back door, first thing he saw was Hermione in a nightgown.
“What are you doing here whore, waiting for me to fuc…”
Ginny got to him first, and knock him against the wall, he fell to the floor unconscious. Good thing to, cause Fleur’s claws were coming out and had blood in her eyes. Hermione grabbed a hand full of floo power, threw it in the floo said “Godric Hollow upstairs“ and floo’ed home. She walked into the master bedroom, Harry wasn’t there, “where’s Harry?” she said sadly. Still slightly furious and then didn’t found Harry in bed, She called “Dobby” and he appeared . Before he could say a word “Where’s Harry!!”
Dobby flinched, “the master iss downairs front of fire, mistress Hermione Potter ”
“oh.. thank you Dobby, I’m sorry I was rude I need Harry and didn’t find him here, Sorry Dobby”
“Iss undstood” grinned and vanished.
She changed into her sexiest nightie, Green, Harry loves her in Green, it so sheer you see thru it, just a little harder in places and slipped downstairs.
There he was, her love, sitting in front of a beautiful fire, sipping something, reading a book. Almost wished she had a camera, She smiled and walked quietly to him. The next thing Harry knew his beautiful sexy wife was sitting in his lap, taking away his book and softly placed her lips on his.
After Hermione had her, she’d lost count of orgasm for the night, huh morning, they noticed the sun was up, kissed and wondered where the night went.
“I didn’t expect to see till later, isn’t it bad luck for the Groom to see the Bride on their wedding day, before the wedding.”
“yes , my love but I’m not marring you, We’re marring Ginny”
“Oh yeah, come here you” he rose from the floor, pulled her up from the floor, sat down on the loveseat and pulled her to his lap, placed his arms around her. As she got comfortable, he harden again. She felt him growing, rose up, took him in hand and guided him, as she lower herself tenderly, filling herself with him once more, she moaned and leaned back to him, he wrapped his arms around her and they just sat.
Back at the Burrow, after Hermione left, the ruckus woke the remaining household, Arthur stepped into the kitchen, Molly was fanatic, Bill rushed to Fleur to calm her down. The twins were silent for a change. Ron laid on the floor, Ginny was shaking, you could almost see the steam coming out her ears.
Arthur ask “what happened?”
Six women spoke at once. Arthur raised his hand “lets try this again, Ginny what happen?” he asked being she was the one closes to the unconscious Ron.
“I hit him”
“Why”
“He staggered in, called Hermione a whore and I hit him”
“ oh… where’s Hermione” looking around, not seeing her..
Mr. and Mrs. Granger walked into the dining room “What about Hermione, she ok, where is she?”
Alicia said “ Ron walked in and called her huh, yeah she jumped up, good thing Ginny hit him, she had blood in her eyes, Fleur started changing, he hit the wall, she stopped, turned, flooed the Hollow and left, without a word.”
Ginny called, ”Dobby” a moment the little elf appeared “ Ye“ “ Dobby is Hermione ok?” before he could say anything else.
“Yess misses Whezzy, shess and the master iss”
“Thank you Doddy, tell them I‘ll see them at the chapel”
“Yos weecom and yess misses Whezzy” and vanished
“She’s ok she’s with Harry”
The floo flared and Tonks stuck her head in ask to come thru, she just got off work and figured there be a female get together. Fred open it and in she stepped, just in time to see Arthur picked up a bucket of mop water and throw it into Ron face, he woke sputtering. “what happe…” looked around Not seeing Hermione “What’s was she doing here, why’d you hit me for?”
Molly unloaded on him, “Hermione was here cause she is always welcome in the house and for Ginny’s wedding, you rotted dodger… you foul mouth git…” and more.
“Ginny getting married… who to??” Ron looked at his sister.
Ginny growled at him “to Harry and Hermione, you, you rotten back stabbing, no good, devious, selfish, worthless asshole and your not invited”
“You marring him, him and her you, you’re nothing but a wh…” he said without thinking.
Arthur reached Ron first this time and jerked him up off the floor, one hand around his neck and carried him towards the door. Not saying a word.
Molly said “it’s time for you to leave, you’re no son of mine.”
Tonks follow them to the door,
As Ron picked himself up off the ground, “Well fuck you all too” Ron shouted, Arthur just pointed towards the path leading away from the Burrow. Ron stumble and staggered away, his mouth bleeding. “damn whore and that faggit twit even got my family against me, I’ll get them… I’ll get that whore I’ll fuck her up good.. slave her out… I’ll kill him… then I’ll fuck that whore sister of mine, knock her up.. slave her out too… I’ll show them.. They’re gonna pay”
He stumbled again, then turned pulled out his wand and pointed it sort of towards The Burrow. “Inci…“ Tonks had him in a full body bind, took his wand. “Arthur would please call the Auror desk for a pick-up“. Ron, smelled of firewhiskey. She said “Ronald Weasley, you’re under arrest for public intoxication, attempted arson in which to cause bodily harm and attempting to do harm to a public servant, to start”
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Fantasy

Aimee’s summer lust

The sun beat down on Matt’s dark suit, heating his now perspiring frame. The wedding service seemed to have been going on for hours, though a cursory glance at his watch revealed it had only been 40 minutes. The bride and groom stood in front of the altar, grinning at each other, completely oblivious to the discomfort of their assorted guests.
Matt tugged at his collar for the umpteenth time and let out a silent sigh, willing the proceedings to disappear before his eyes. His eyes began to roam through the assembled throng. There was gathered the usual gallery of wedding guests; restless kids, old women in big hats, bored-looking men (amongst whose number he certainly counted himself) and attractive but terribly serious looking blonde women who hadn’t gone on diets and had their hair straightened for hours to look, in any way, as if they were enjoying themselves.
To his left, a lady in a ridiculous plume-feathered effort, shifted in her seat and removed her head-piece to cool off. At this point Matt was able to see beyond her and thus he laid eyes upon a familiar face. He was wearing shades but Aimee must have felt his eyes upon her. She turned her head slightly in his direction and from behind her own sunglasses she mouthed a simple ‘Hi’.
The day was suddenly saved from oblivion as Matt recognised his pretty friend from law school. Small, curvy and impossibly attractive, Aimee had always been classed by him as ‘the one that got away’. He cursed himself on a regular basis that he’d never properly closed with her in spite of his ample opportunities. She had been in his class for two years, yet he’d spent the first of those moping over the girl from school who had broken his heart and the second chasing the unattainable beauty of the junior attorney with whom he worked for a summer at the end of that academic year. Aimee, meanwhile, had been right under his nose. For much of that time however she herself was mixed up with a lanky, vacant football player who appeared in their classes just enough to pass his exams.
They had always been on good terms though and often saw each other at parties and at bars, yet by the time their third year rolled around, Aimee had fled to Spain for a semester to study. When she came back, Matt was graduated and out in the world of work. They lost contact until meeting up again in a club one night. They chatted for hours and he, now free of all stupid emotional constraints, took her number.
They went on a couple of dates but she had soon made her way to London for more studies. Matt was frustrated by the lack of progress with a girl he genuinely liked. He saw her intermittently when she was home but was unable to make any headway in their relationship. Eventually he gave up when her education next took her to Strasbourg. He couldn’t be bothered any longer. It looked to be over when she took a job in Brussels and Matt expected little further contact.
But now she was sitting 20 feet away and looking rather stunning. She had always looked good but Aimee had really gone all out today. She wore a strapless cream dress decorated with a pink and dark green flower motif. Her large boobs were pushed upwards by a tight, low-cut neckline. She wore a small, single blue pearl necklace that was cradled in her cleavage and her brown hair was curled only slightly; in stark contrast to the severe hair treatments of most other women at the event, including the bride. Her large sunglasses rested elegantly on her cute, angular nose and the gorgeous little mole that decorated her left cheek peeked out from beneath the frame.
The ceremony finished, suddenly but mercifully. As the crowd dispersed, beating a path to the shade of the reception room, Aimee made her way towards him, a large grin showing off her neat row of pearly white teeth.
“Hello you!” she said in a semi-surprised tone. “What brings you to this?”
“I’m a friend of the groom. What about you?”
“The bride” she said smiling, before fanning herself with the order of service.
“It’s too fucking hot out here, let’s go in and catch up…” Matt muttered as he led the way to the cool of the indoors.
Aimee followed him in, towards the reception room, where he stopped to check the table arrangements. They were placed on separate tables however most people were mulling around the lobby and bar still.
“I’ll take my chance and sit next to you then. I’ll just tell anyone who comes to sit in my seat that we’re a couple and a mix-up has seen us placed apart” Matt proposed.
“That’s great. And I’ll do my very best to look attached” she giggled.
They entered the large room and made their way to the table assigned to Aimee and quickly took their seats. Almost immediately a hulking man with a moustache and beads of sweat peppering his brow arrived at the table, a large pint of beer in his hand. He confusedly circled and ended up behind Matt’s seat, tapping him on the shoulder.
“You’re in my seat I believe” he grumbled.
Matt stood up and flashed a smile, “Sorry buddy, the table plan separated me from my girl. I’m sure you understand.”
The large man ran his eyes over Aimee who sat serenely, looking up at him. While obviously being impressed with what he saw, he had no choice but accept the change of plan.
“Aye alright. No problem.”
He shuffled off in the direction of the corner, nearly tripping over a stray chair leg.
“Phew” she gasped, feigning severe relief. “That was a close one!”
She had a habit of pulling her head down into her shoulders slightly as she giggled. She did this now as Matt perched himself on the seat next to her.
For the remainder of the afternoon and into the evening the two of them stayed where they were, catching up with each other and enjoying the company of a familiar face. Matt was refraining from alcohol, however Aimee quickly became tipsy enough that he had to settle her down with a cup of coffee. In truth, he had designs on making the night last longer but had no intention of going to bed with a drunk girl.
As midnight approached and the party started to tail off, he leaned in and touched her on the leg.
“You know, I really liked you back when we were at uni. I should have closed the deal I guess. What an idiot!” he said looking her straight in the eye, his hand gently rubbing her exposed knee.
“Who says you would have closed any deal?” Aimee whispered coyly.
She then leaned in towards him also, her cleavage radiating allure. Matt, who had so far tried to look only at her face for fear of being the guy who eyes only the chest of large breasted woman, couldn’t resist now. He took in a long stare; aware of her eyes on his.
“Where are you staying tonight?” he said quietly. It was now or never.
“Here” was Aimee’s answer. Then with a hint of knowledge she mumbled “Why?”
Matt couldn’t believe such a cheesy line would be appropriate, but he went for it anyway.
“I want to close that deal…”
She sat back in her seat and Matt thought he’d blown it. She reached for her purse and stood up from the table. With a slight motion of her pretty head she directed him to follow. They proceeded to the lobby where she stopped in a quiet corner and went to whisper something in his ear, making him stoop to hear it.
“Room 96. 5 minutes.”
“Keep that dress on” was his only reply.
With a slight flick of her fragrant brown hair she stepped away and disappeared off towards the stairwell.
He gave it 10 minutes and made his way upstairs. The door clicked open and Aimee quietly let him into the dimly room. As suggested she’d kept her dress on, keenly aware now of his desire to undress her completely, exposing her sumptuous body to his eyes inch by inch. Matt stooped to kiss her glossy lips, and tasted fresh mouthwash on her tongue. He moved hungrily to her soft neck, nudging aside her wavy brown hair to allow himself better coverage. Aimee moaned slightly as he made his way slowly down to her outrageous cleavage. His hands pushed her tits together from underneath her bust, straining her dress even more. Her boobs almost popped out as they were forced together and Matt felt his dick harden as he stared again into the deep warm cleavage in front of him.
He blew faintly into the large crease and heard her gasp as the cold air circled in around her magnificent tits. Slowly, and with no little relish, he kissed her large mounds, breathing in her fragrance, savouring every second of promise before pushing her breasts upwards even further, exposing the top of each nipple. His tongue ran up the now almost comical cleft in her chest and back towards her mouth before eventually settling on her lips again. He pulled back to survey her gorgeous face. A look of excited approval danced across it as she slowly stroked his erect penis through his trousers.
Matt’s hands crept lightly down the silky skin of her arms and round to her rear. He moved to start unbuttoning her dress but decided instead to keep it on until last. With that his fingers found their way under the hem of her dress via the slit at the back. Aimee’s legs were warm and smooth, her relatively small stature made his route up the back of her thigh to her tight ass straightforward. She herself had now worked her fingers inside his trousers and was slowly rubbing his dick with her eyes half closed and her teeth set partially onto her bottom lip. She let out a little yelp as he playfully snapped the elastic of her lace thong and felt his hand slowly groping at the flesh of her behind.
‘Oh my God…’ she whispered.
He smiled at her before tugging at the thong, pulling it steadily down to her knees and then letting it drop to the ground. He forced Aimee back against the wall and moved his hand around under her dress to her pussy. His fingertips told him she’d shaved very recently, leaving only a small patch just above her clitoris. By this point, she had unbuttoned the crotch of his boxers and now had his huge cock held lightly between her fingers, massaging gently up and down his shaft
Matt slipped his middle finger inside her tight snatch, causing her to gasp loudly. He grinned as Aimee shifted her crotch towards him, willing deeper penetration, his bulging erection still held in her little hand. He gave her a few solid pokes but quickly pulled out of her, not wishing to spoil her or indeed make himself come before he’d had the chance to be inside her.
It dawned on him then that he now wished to see her naked, in spite of all this sweaty fumbling. Without wasting any more time he quickly concentrated his attention on the buttons of her dress, running down her back. He planted a further hungry kiss on her cleavage before undoing the top clasp, stroking the skin between her shoulder blades as he went.
The fastenings opened easily enough and he slid his right hand onto her bare back and down onto her buttocks again. The dress was now staying on only by virtue of the fact that her boobs held the front in place. He slowly stroked her ass, and with his left hand cocked her chin towards his mouth. They kissed once more.
Aimee pulled away and stepped back towards the bed. She reached up towards to her chest where her outfit ended and pushed downwards, sending the dress to join her panties on the floor.
Even in the light cast by two small wall lamps Matt was able to make out the contours and details of her figure. Her tits were indeed beautiful. Big, soft and natural; they sagged only slightly, leaving a large gap in the middle. Her pink nipples stood out pertly and she moved her hands upward to twist them slightly, a lustful little grin on her face. Clearly proud of her curves, she made no attempt to hide the plump little midriff that comes with being petit yet buxom. Yet Aimee was far from fat. In fact she looked like an old-fashioned pin-up with her curled locks and huge breasts, her curvy body simply begging to be fondled and caressed.
His eyes drifted down to her crotch where a neatly trimmed triangle of wiry black hair sat temptingly above her little slit. At this point Aimee raised her arms and clasped her hands behind her head. Giggling again, she struck a coy pose, cocking her leg sideways to hide most of her public hair and turning her tits slightly away from his gaze.
Matt felt yet more blood rush to his penis. He unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his shoes. His dick was already protruding intensely from the hole in his boxers and so he made little effort to prolong his undressing for the sake of foreplay. Standing naked before her, his throbbing manhood rigid and ready, Matt soaked in the sheer eroticism of the moment.
He advanced towards Aimee, pulling her smooth tits into him. Their warmth pressed against his abs. She gave a little whimper as she felt Matt’s cock rub in between her legs, prodding along the length of her slowly moistening snatch.
He grabbed her buttocks and picked her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. He slowly walked her to the bed and laid her on her back. The sensation of her pussy rubbing against his stomach was entirely pleasurable and he slowly moved his torso up and down her crotch feeling the coarseness of her pubes giving way to her slick lips.
‘Will you go down on me?’ she whispered, joining her hands behind his head and slowly forcing him downwards.
‘You don’t have to ask me twice’ Matt mumbled from between her boobs, ‘but only if you do the same for me.’
Evidently she liked the idea because no sooner had he said it than she forcing him onto his back, her tits wobbling as she postioned herself into a prone position on top of him. Her ass faced him, her pussy rested, temptingly, just inches from his chin. With her right hand Aimee slowly massaged his cock and slipped it inside her flawless little mouth.
Matt almost exploded there and then, such was the pleasure derived from the feel of her tongue and lips on his shaft. He groaned as she sucked slowly and carefully and he could have remained there for hours but he had promised her pleasure also and wasn’t about to selfishly let her down. He laid his hands on her buttocks and gently squeezed them together, lovingly planting a kiss on each. This caused Aimee to pause and she further gasped her approval when her lover’s lips and tongue found their way to her tender snatch.
He had raised his head and now flickered his tongue over her clit. She gasped again and reached down to touch herself while his tongue slipped inside her. He continued this for about five minutes while she fellated him. It was glorious for them both. Aimee herself was thrilled by the stiffness of his cock. It affirmed, in many ways, her sexual allure and prowess. His delicate lips and tongue fulfilled her own urges and in turn she made every effort to be as attentive in her own performance, running her mouth down the length of his large dick, kissing and stimulating the head.
‘Don’t make me come!’ Matt whispered urgently. ‘I don’t want to be spoiled before fucking you’.
Aimee turned and straddled him, pressing her moist pussy onto his smooth stomach.
‘Very sensible’ she said. ‘You’re so hard! I want you inside me just like this!’
She took hold of his hands then and moved them up to her boobs, encouraging him to grope and fondle at his leisure. This he did, pushing them together again and sitting up to bury his lips in the luscious cleavage.
Matt couldn’t take it any more. His cock was as hard as he’d ever know it and he felt a deep, animal desire to make his lover remember this night for some time. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled sideways, forcing Aimee onto her back. She knew what was coming and made herself comfortable, adjusting the pillow behind her head.
Matt sat up on his knees momentarily, his hard-on balanced a few inches above Aimee’s pussy, and drank in a sight he would always want to have in his mind. The object of his desire lay there waiting for him to drive himself inside, her legs were spread, her slit invited him. With one hand Aimee stroked the smooth area to the side of her pubic patch and with the other she caressed her right breast. A look of quiet expectancy sat on her lips, her eyes moving between his face and his groin. She bit her bottom lip.
With a swift movement he dropped onto her, guiding himself up into her snatch. His action was gentle but firm and she instantly tensed up, throwing her head backwards and closing her eyes. She pulled her legs up slightly around his buttocks. He began to kiss her exposed neck and moved down to her tits, all while thrusting his hips in and out of her crotch. Her smooth inner thighs brushed against the sides of his torso as he drove into her pussy, steadily building up his rhythm.
Aimee, for her part, just lay there enjoying the sensation of his large cock filling her, stimulating her clit. With Matt’s hot breath warming her boobs, she reached out and clawed slightly at his back moving her hands from his strong shoulders to his thick hair and back again. She let out a small yelp as he sent a wave through her that rippled outwards from her loins.
He looked up from her tits and reached out to kiss her. She instead poked her her tongue out slightly and Matt responded, brushing the tip of his own tongue against hers. He was now well into his groove and couldn’t help groaning as he felt himself edging closer to climax.
In attempt to have Aimee get there at the same time, Matt slipped out of her momentarily and lay on his side. He moved himself in behind and lifted her right leg up so that he could enter her pussy again. He began to thrust up into her once more but now rubbed her clit rapidly at the same to time to really stimulate her into coming faster.
It worked. She began to moan, slightly at first before giving into a steady wail as his cock and finger worked her pussy mercilessly. She raised her right arm and wrapped it around his neck, pulling his face into her hair. Matt breathed in the rich scent of her curls and looked down at her steadily bouncing chest. He himself started to groan louder.
Suddenly Matt felt the warmth spreading through his groin and spurred on by Aimee’s erotic wailing surely felt himself coming. He pulled out and positioned himself over her boobs. She got up onto her knees, leaned back and closed her eyes, arching her back so that her tits stood out like melons. Matt let out one final loud grunt and proceeded to cum onto her chest, all the while she wore an orgasmic, slightly intoxicated grin.
When he was finished, Matt lay back onto the bed and watched Aimee smirk at him and lean over to lick clean the tip of his still rigid penis.
Slowly then she slid off the bed and made her way to the bathroom, pausing before entering and turning to look over her shoulder.
‘You’ve got 2 minutes, ‘ she said firmly. ‘I want you. In here. In the shower. In me. You have 2 minutes’.
Matt simply looked at her, amazed at the sexy, commanding woman she had turned into. Her sex drive seemed insatiable.
He waited no more than a minute and felt his cock settling slightly. He stood and made his way to the half closed door. The sound of the shower greeted him and he entered to find Aimee sitting on the frame of the bath, her legs slightly open, her fingers on her nipples. And that look of lustful expectancy on her face.

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Boating Holiday

A good part of this story is true and what occurred on the trip has been slightly improved. The girls were a little younger than what is portrayed here.

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Harry Potter and the Sisters Black chapter 2(full chapter)

All four of them appear in an alley not far from #4. The small party makes their way to the Dursleys household. Quickly, they enter through the kitchen door. Harry enters first and immediately assaulted by his uncle.
“BOY WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN BACK HOURS AGO DAMN IT! I WANT THE LAWN MOWED BEFORE YOU GET ANY SUPPER.”
Vernon’s about to continue when there’s a pair of pop’s next to him, he turns to find himself looking down the end of a pair of wands being held by two gorgeous women, one blonde, the other raven haired.
Just as the sisters are opening their mouths, Harry says, “Don’t cast anything on them.”
Both of them have rage clearly etched on their faces as they slowly lower their wands and Bellatrix snarls, “You pathetic Muggle, you should thank Harry because if we’d had our way, you’d be a toad right now.”
Just as Vernon’s setting himself to start up again, Dumbledore walks through the door. “Ah, I see you’ve met Harry’s new protectors. Allow me to introduce you, the blonde is Narcissa Malfoy and the other lady is Bellatrix Lestrange.”
At this point, Narcissa speaks up, “Actually Albus, it’s Black now. Bellatrix and I talked earlier, as soon as it can be arranged, I’m going to divorce Lucius and she plans to be rid of that idiot who calls himself her husband.”
“I’ll arrange the paperwork immediately if you would like.”
“I would appreciate it.”
Albus then directs his attention back to the rather large man standing in front of Harry. “In case you haven’t ascertained as much already, I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Harry’s school.”
Vernon’s face goes pale, “BOY WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN TELLING THESE FREAKS? WE’VE BEEN TREATING YOU BETTER THEN YOU PROBABLY DESERVE. WE_”
During Vernon’s triad Albus’ face grew very grim, finally having heard enough, the headmaster cast a Silencing Charm on the fat man. “Tell me Harry, how long has your uncle been like this?”
“With the freak thing Albus?”
“Yes, let us start with that, although I suspect that there’s more that needs to be discussed.”
“They’ve been pushing the title of `freak’ on me for as long as I can remember.”
His eyes aflame with rage, Albus turns towards the Dursleys, “I was well aware that Harry was less then welcome in this house, but for you to treat him in this manner is entirely reprehensible. I’m glad that the two ladies will be staying here to keep an eye on things, but rest assured, I will be watching.” There’s a soft pop and the ancient wizard is gone.
Vernon once more opens his mouth, but finds himself still unable to speak.
Harry addresses himself to the sisters, “Ladies, do either of you know a good Enlargement Charm?”
Before either of them can respond, Harry feels a hand come to rest on his shoulder and the sisters have their wands out, “Expelliarmus” and “Stupefy” fly over his shoulder and there’s a larger crash behind him. He looks behind him to see his uncle lying in a heap against the wall, he hears a pop and suddenly Bellatrix is standing over him, “Avada-”
“STOP,” Harry voice seems to reverberate with power.
Bellatrix freezes mid-incantation.
“You will not kill my uncle, is that clear?
Bellatrix seems to shrink in on herself as she meekly nods her head.
Harry takes a deep breath to calm himself, “Bellatrix, do you know the spells needed to enlarge a room?”
Her voice is barely above a whisper, “Yes master.”
Harry walks over to her and gently tilts her head up, “Bellatrix, would you please go up and enlarge my room enough that the three of us can live there.”
Bellatrix nods her head again before walking to the door of the kitchen. Harry then turns to Narcissa, “Now, why did you two attack him?”
Narcissa looks down at her feet, “I apologize master, but he had his hand raised and was preparing to strike you. We merely wished to protect you.”
Harry nods his head, “Very well, you’re forgiven, but do try and be less_ enthusiastic when subduing my relatives please.”
Narcissa looks up at Harry and her face lights up like a Christmas tree, “Thank you master. We’ll be more careful in the future.”
“Alright, would you mind waking my uncle up?”
Narcissa contemptuously casts the spell to awaken Vernon.
Vernon sits up with a gasp; he opens his mouth and then scowls at Harry.
“As you can see uncle, my protectors are more than capable of dealing with you. Now, if you promise to behave in a civil manner I’ll have Narcissa here restore your ability to speak.”
Glaring at Harry for a moment longer, Vernon nods.
“Narcissa, cancel the Silencing charm on him please. If he becomes aggressive though, you’re free to do anything you wish to him, barring lethal force and the Unforgivables.”
Narcissa says, “Listen up you damn muggle, I may not be able to use the Cruciatus on you, but there are many other ways to cause you pain.” With that she cancels out the spell striping the fat man of his voice.
Vernon clears his throat but Narcissa interrupts him before he can speak, “Consider your next words very carefully muggle; if you offend my master at this point, I might well turn you into a rabbit and make hasenpfeffer for dinner.”
Vernon’s face is white as a ghost as comprehension breaks through his bigoted head. “Boy, I hope you will continue to get your chores done.”
Harry’s smile is positively evil, “It shouldn’t be a problem Uncle Vernon, now that the ladies are here and can help me out by using magic.”
Vernon’s world suddenly starts to spin at his nephew’s words just seconds before he passes out.
Narcissa looks at Harry with pride written all over her face, “And you call me cruel, master?”
Harry grins in response, “Would you please take my uncle up to his room and get back down here quickly?”
“Of course master,” Narcissa says before casting Mobilicorpus on Vernon and directing him out of the kitchen.
Harry heaves a deep sigh and is just about to sit down when he hears is aunt shriek from the living room. His wand is in hand as he sprints to the aide of his aunt. When he arrives, Harry almost breaks out laughing as he sees what set Petunia off.
At the bottom of the staircase is Bellatrix, holding his aunt at wand-point, with Dudley staring at her stupidly. Unfortunately, Bellatrix seems to have left her robe in his room.
“Bellatrix, what’s going on here?”
The ex-Death Eater swallows nervously, “My apologies master. I’d completed the assignment you’d given me and was coming to see what you wished me to do next, when this female,” she indicates Petunia, “starts verbally assaulting me about my attire.”
“Speaking of which, I thought I told you to put on robes?”
Bellatrix looks down sheepishly, “Yes you did, but I thought it was just so that the fat bastard wouldn’t have a heart attack. Well, I say Cassia transporting him to his bed so I thought you’d enjoy it?”
Harry holsters his wand and then reaches under his glasses to massage his eyes for a second.
“Ok, Aunt Petunia, in case you didn’t know, this is Bellatrix. Bellatrix, this is my aunt. Now Bellatrix, whenever you leave my room, I want you to wear something more concealing, at least for the moment, understood?”
Bellatrix timidly nods her head.
Without warning, Harry thunders, “Is that understood?”
Her voice barely above a whisper, Bellatrix says, “Y-y-yes master.”
Harry nods his head, confused at his own actions, “Now Aunt Petunia, I would appreciate it if you would not attack my_” Harry has to consciously repress the urge to use the word `property’, “guardians. Next time I might not be around to curtail their reactions.”
Petunia Dursley is looking at her nephew in utter shock at his verbal explosion and thus she can only nod her agreement.
“Very well, now Bellatrix, please go get something more appropriate on would you. Also make sure Narcissa doesn’t make the same mistake as you did.”
The raven haired woman quickly disappears up the stairs, barely making a sound.
Now, what do I do with my relatives? Harry thinks. He suddenly has an image in his mind of Petunia, bent over raising her skirt to show a shaven_ Stop it right fucking there! Harry blushes at his accidental wordplay.
“Aunt Petunia, would you please see to dinner. I need to speak with my guardians concerning their behavior while in this house.”
Petunia contemplates for a moment, before Harry continues, “Unless of course you want them roaming through the house in the maids’ uniform all the time, maybe even when you have company.”
The female Dursley blanches at the implications and says, “Supper shall be ready in an hour. If you aren’t there then you don’t eat.”
After momentarily considering threatening her, Harry shrugs his shoulders and walks upstairs. Walking to his room, Harry finds that the locks have been removed.
Harry opens the door and surveys the room; the interior space has been almost quadrupled and two efficiency cots have materialized. Harry suddenly casts eyes on spectacle in the middle of the room; Bellatrix is standing in the middle of the room, naked, on her toes with her arms shackled to the ceiling. Harry just stands in the doorway for a moment as all the blood rushes from his head to another part of his anatomy.
Narcissa looks at the door from her position, kneeling in front of Bellatrix.
“Ah, master, I was just finishing preparing my sister for you.”
Harry steps into the room and closes the door, “What the hell is going on here?”
Narcissa stands up as Harry comes closer.
“Prepare her for what?”
The pretty blonde’s face lights up as she says, “My dear sister disobeyed and angered you master, now she must be punished.”
“Punished how?”
“Well, that’s really up to you master, but we were thinking that since you can’t use magic to put her in her place, a simple hiding would do the job.”
Harry’s jaw falls open, “Say what?”
Narcissa walks over to Harry and holds out a leather strap about three feet long and a half an inch wide. “We were thinking that you would wish to use this on her. It’s a replica of the one our father would use to discipline us when we were children.” At Harry glance she says, “It’s illegal to use Dark Arts on children. Not even the patriarch of the most noble and ancient house of Black would risk bringing down the wrath of the Wizarding world for blatant abuse of a child.”
Out of no where, Harry’s overcome with rage; he quickly grabs the strap, takes a step forward and brings it down with all his might.
There’s a sharp crack as Bellatrix shrieks. Narcissa smirks for a moment as she leans against the wall, glad that she’d already cast the needed Silencing Charms. Her smirk quickly disappears as she contemplates her turn in the chains.
Still almost blind with rage, Harry brings the strap down on Bellatrix’s back again; leaving a bright red welt.
As Harry raises his arm again, he says, “Listen up you stupid cunt. You can wear that slutty outfit in here, but if you ever fucking wear it in public without my permission I’ll whip you black and blue.” With that Harry brings the strap down a third time, leaving three bright marks on the back of the former Death Eater.
Harry drops the strap as he steps in front of Bellatrix. He glances at Narcissa as he undoes his trousers and lowers both them and his pants to his knees.
With a casual wave of her wand, Narcissa releases Bellatrix, who instantly falls to her knees, panting.
Harry reaches out and grabs two handfuls of raven hair. He pulls Bellatrix’s face to his crotch and presses his engorged cock to her lips.
She opens her mouth and lets her master enter her warm mouth. When her master hits the back of her throat, Bellatrix relaxes her throat and allows her master to keep going, until her nose is pressed against his crotch.
When Harry’s all the way in Bellatrix’s mouth he simply holds her head still and relishes in the pleasure of being deep throated. He suddenly feels a strange sensation as Bellatrix starts to hum deep in her throat and when she brings a hand up to gently massage his sack Harry looses it.
Harry almost pulls Bellatrix’s hair out by the roots as he shoots his load down her throat.
After Harry releases her head, Bellatrix drops her head down and places a kiss on each of his feet, “Thank you for disciplining me master and for allowing me to bring you pleasure.”
The shock of those words combined with the physical exhaustion is too much for the young man with messy black hair, and he falls to the ground, passed out.
Harry awakens a few moments later to find himself being gently lowered to the ground by Narcissa, “What the hell just happened?”
Narcissa helps Harry stand up while the still kneeling Bellatrix redoes his trousers.
“You just disciplined my sister master, I’m at a quandary as to whether or not I look forward to my turn.”
Harry’s head spins again for a moment before he fully returns to his senses. His stomach churns as he recalls his actions against Bellatrix.
Sensing his distress, Bellatrix speaks up, “Master I meant it when I thanked you. I did disobey you and your punishment was very light when compared to my old masters.”
Harry leans into Narcissa before he says, “Do either of you know when Dumbledore is supposed to arrive?”
When both ladies indicate a negative response, Harry says, “Narcissa, would you please pop over to Hogwarts and talk to the headmaster, it’s critical I speak to him at once.” As he sees Bellatrix’s disappointed face he says, “What’s wrong Trixie?”
Bellatrix’s eyes flash for a moment before returning to the more docile expression, “I’m just sorry that you keep choosing my sister for the vital tasks.”
“Trixie, need I remind you that you are still a wanted fugitive?”
Sheepish doesn’t even come close to describing the look on Bellatrix’s face, “You are correct master, as it should be, I had completely forgotten about that. Thank you for reminding me.”
Harry smiles, “Well Trixie, do you know anything about cooking?”
“Just a bit master, we’d normally just have a house elf do it, but I could in a pinch.”
“Well, would you please get properly dressed and see about making food for us and my,” at this point Harry’s face bends into a contempt filled sneer, “relatives?”
Bellatrix jumps to her feet with a joyful look on her face, “I’ll get on it at once master.”
Both of the sisters quickly don their robes, after quickly altering them to display the chocker on their necks and leave the room.
Harry sits down on his bed, fully intent on thinking over the events of the past twelve hours.
However, he’s barely been seated on the bed when he senses a magical discharge in the kitchen,
Harry’s wand is instantly in his hand and as he stands, he suddenly finds himself in the kitchen.
In the doorway is a female of average height with bubblegum hair holding a wand currently pointed at the former Death Eater standing by the stove with her wand in hand.
Both of the women’s mouths are open, ready to cast spells when Harry bellows, “EVERYONE FREEZE!”
They both instantly stop as they’re attention is drawn to the young man in the room, “Now, please put your wands away ladies.”
Tonks speaks up first, “But Harry, she’s a Death Eater.”
Harry sighs, “Tonks please take note of a few things. First, she’s not attacking me; second, I’m standing the same room as her and I’m not attacking her either. Now, what does this tell you?”
Tonks looks at Harry for a second, completely taken aback by his attitude. “Ok Harry, I’ll bite. What should it tell me?”
“It should tell you that she’s not a danger to me. I don’t know if either Albus or Mad-eye told you, but I can throw off the Imperious so you can trust me.”
Tonks is just about to speak when an elderly gentleman appears behind her and places a hand on her shoulder, “Please lower your wand Nymphadora.”
Tonks turns her head and glares at Dumbledore, but holsters her wand and Bellatrix puts her wand away at Harry’s nod.
Dumbledore says, “Miss Tonks, if you would like, you may stay and keep an eye on Miss Black.”
Tonks gives Dumbledore a strange look, “Thanks, I think I will.” With that Tonks strolls over to the kitchen table and takes a seat.
Dumbledore enters the kitchen followed by Narcissa, “Is there someplace we can talk Harry?”
“Perhaps my room sir?”
“Very well, please lead the way. Oh, and Miss Tonks, I trust that you’ll hold your tongue until I return.”
Tonks nods her head grumpily.
The two males quietly walk to Harry’s room, and Dumbledore doesn’t even arch an eyebrow at the chains hanging from the ceiling.
With two waves of his wand, Albus produces two comfy chairs that are facing each other and takes a seat. “Now, what is so critical, you felt the need to have Miss Black summon me immediately?”
Harry sits down and takes a moment to collect his thought, “Prof_ Albus, what, exactly, are the side effects of the spell I used on the sisters?”
The twinkle in the old man’s eyes decreases slightly, “Well, as I believe I said, the sisters are now mentally linked to you. This of course gives them the inside track on your needs, wishes, and desires. I suspect however that you have more pressing concerns.”
Harry takes a deep breath as he stands back up. He starts to pace as he says, “Can the link be used the other way, such as my being able to gleam knowledge from them or be affected by what they’re thinking or feeling?”
Tentatively, Albus says, “I suppose so, why?”
“Because, since that spell was cast, I’ve lost control of my anger twice and I also believe I Apparated when Tonks and Bellatrix were getting ready to go at it in the kitchen.”
“Hmm_ Perhaps it would be better if you started at the beginning.”
With a deep sigh, Harry sits down and tells Dumbledore the events of the day, when he’s finished he says, “I know I’m panicking easily Albus, but with everything that’s happened, I don’t even know what to think.”
“I don’t consider it panicking Harry. I’m just glad that you still trust me enough to come to me when you’re in need of information.”
Harry grins, “Who else could I turn to? You’re the most powerful wizard on our side so if I want the information, I really have no other choice.”
“Regardless, I still value your trust. I’m not quite sure how much of this can be attributed to the spell and how much is simply you being a young male of not inconsiderable power.”
“How so Albus?”
“Well, you see Harry, the Apparation could only have come from the ladies, unless Tom passed it on to you, but the pouring of magical energy into your voice is something that you could easily do on your own if you were properly provoked.”
“So, do you have any advice?”
“Yes, sit back and enjoy the ride my boy.”
Harry can’t conceal his surprise, “What do you mean sir?”
“Harry, my boy, those ladies only concern in life is your happiness. From what little I’ve been able to find so far, the two should worship you. If I’m not mistaken, they’re plotting some type of scheme to please you in some variety.”
“Ok, Albus, why don’t you go back and keep digging?”
Albus stands up, “Very well Harry. I’ve sent an owl to Cornelius about getting the restrictions on underage magic lifted. After the fiasco at the Ministry last month, I imagine he’ll do whatever it takes to get and hopefully stay in your good graces.” As Harry’s face darkens, Albus continues, “Please be very careful what you say to the press Harry, Fudge might well be an incompetent idiot who thinks about his own position first, but he’s not a Death Eater, no matter how he might act, nor is he an active threat. Always remember that replacing a leader in a time of war is never pleasant, easy, or without complications. If you pushed the issue, I have little doubt that you could have him removed from office, but I implore you to let me handle him. Also, if you would tell you guardians not to kill him, I’d appreciate it.”
Harry looks at Dumbledore for a moment, “I won’t say anything to the press about having him ousted; however, I also won’t endorse him. As to the ladies, why would the kill him?”
“Because he’s caused you pain and he’s upset you. Remember Harry, they are now more fanatical in their devotion to you then Dobby is.”
“Great, well, why don’t you send one of them up on your way out Albus, I’m getting a headache.”
Albus calmly walks down to the Dursley’s kitchen to find the sisters in a whispered conversation while Petunia is standing at the stove. “Excuse me Miss’ Black, but Harry wished to speak with one of you immediately.”
Two soft pop’s later, the sisters are gone. “Remember Petunia, the sisters will do what ever Harry says, if you cross him, anger him, or if he’s just feeling particularly vindictive, they will exact blood vengeance for him, unless he specifically tells them not to. I’d try and start making what amends you can soon,” with that he Apparates out.
Up in his room, Harry’s surprised to have two people Apparate in. He looks up just in time to see the sisters ditching their robes and kneeling in front of him.
“What do you wish our master,” says the kneeling blonde.
Harry massages his temples for a moment, “First, I forbid you to go after Fudge unless he’s physically attacking me, understood?” When the pair nods, he continues, “Second, do either one of you know anything that’ll help with a headache?”
The sisters look at each other, and then turn to face each other. They each hold up their right hand in a fist and place their left hand under it, palm up. They lift their fists up and bring them down twice, as they bring them down a third time, Narcissa suddenly flattens her hand while Bellatrix keeps a fist.
Narcissa smirks, “Paper wraps stone, I win.”
Her sister says, “Don’t gloat, just go have fun and help our master.”
Narcissa crawls over to Harry who has a dumbstruck expression on his face. As she starts to undo his fly, Harry asks, “What are you doing?”
Smirking up at her master, Narcissa reaches into Harry’s trousers and pulls out his flaccid prick. “Very simple master, never believe a woman who says she doesn’t want to have sex because of a headache. Intercourse actually helps get rid of the pain.” With that, she drops her head and takes Harry’s flaccid cock into her mouth. He starts to stiffen as Narcissa’s talented tongue goes to work, slowly and deliberately licking every square millimeter of the flesh in her mouth.
Harry moans as Narcissa pulls back on his engorged prick. Harry clenches his fists in the bed sheet as the blonde runs her tongue along the underside of his shaft.
As Bellatrix watches her sister give Harry a blow job, she suddenly smirks mischievously. She reaches behind her and quickly undoes the corset before slipping it off.
Harry’s eyes bug out as he watches Bellatrix remove her top, most of his attention is drawn back to his crotch as Narcissa gives his cock a rather hard suck, but he still has enough presence of mind to watch as Bellatrix walks towards her kneeling sister. He’s captivated as she reaches down and quickly removes her sisters’ skirt; he gasps as he realizes she’s not wearing any knickers.
Narcissa can’t help but wonder what her sister is up to as she feels Harry’s cock jump in her mouth. When she feels her skirt being removed she has a very good idea as to what’s about to happen; and she’s proven right.
Harry looses it when he sees Bellatrix kneel down behind Narcissa and give her bum a long lick.
Narcissa feels Harry’s cock swell as she feels a tongue run along the curve of her bum, before coming into contact with her soaked snatch. As he shoots in her mouth, Narcissa is careful not to swallow. After her master is spent, Narcissa let’s Harry slip from her mouth, careful to not spill a drop. She then turns around, grabs her sisters’ head and forces her into a deep kiss where she shares her prize with Bellatrix.
After a minute or so of kissing the sisters break apart to swallow their part of the prize. Narcissa looks towards Harry, “Are you feeling better master?”
Harry thinks for a moment before saying, “Yeah, the pains not gone, but it’s manageable. Thank you.”
Narcissa blushes, “It was my pleasure master. Now shall we see about food?”
“Good idea; Trixie, would you please pop down to the kitchen, fill three plates, and bring them up here.”
Bellatrix is up in a flash and says, “Gladly master.” She’s about to Apparate when her sister reminds her about her masters’ orders about attire.
With a sheepish look, Bellatrix quickly dons her robe and Apparates down to the kitchen while Narcissa quickly transfigures some discarded toys into a dinning room set just as a fuming Bellatrix pops back into the room.
“Master, are you quite sure I can’t hex those damnable Muggles?”
As he sits down, Harry says, “What did they do now?”
After the food is arranged and the sisters sit, after Bellatrix removes her robe and puts her corset back on, she says, “That fat walrus was awake when I went down there and he tried to grope my arse; and when I swatted his hand away, he tried to molest me, but I Apparated out before he could.”
Harry’s eyes are darkened with rage, how dare his uncle try and touch his property with out his permission. “Thank you Bellatrix, I will speak to my uncle soon.”
The rest of the meal passes in relative quiet, the ladies not speaking until spoken to and Harry trying to comprehend his reaction to Bellatrix’s news.
Finally, dinner is over and Narcissa gathers up the dishes and pops down to the kitchen, returning moments later to find her master glaring at her.
“What did I tell you about proper attire when leaving this room?” Harry’s voice is deadly low.
Narcissa blanches, “You are correct master, in my haste I forgot. What punishment do you wish to deliver or have delivered?”
Harry rubs his chin for a few moments while the internal debate rages. Finally, he reaches a compromise. “Strip bitch.” Harry’s appalled at his language as he watches Narcissa quickly disrobe.
When Narcissa is naked, she again kneels at Harry’s feet. “The first part is very simple, you’re forbidden from wearing any form undergarments for the next two days. The second part is that tomorrow, you are to act as aunt Petunia’s personal aid. You’ll do what she says, except neither of the male Dursleys are to touch you. Understood?”
“Yes master; will there be anything else master?”
Harry suddenly has a maniacal glint in his eye, “Yes there is. For tonight, you are forbidden from standing on two legs. You are to remain on your hands and knees until I wake up tomorrow.”
“It will be as you wish master.”
“Good, now go lay down.”
Narcissa crawls over to the foot of Harry’s bed and curls up as she lies down.
Harry looks at his clock, almost midnight. “Well Trixie, I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.”
Harry quickly collects his night clothes and quietly heads to the bathroom where he changes into the clothes he brought, along with taking care of other bodily needs, before he heads back to his room.
Harry barely manages to get into his bed before he collapses into sleep.

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Our liberating holiday – Part 3

If you have not read Parts 1 & 2 please do so as this follows on and will make better sense if you read those first. Please read them in part order otherwise there will be no flow. These are purely my fantasies, stories I dream up and hope you enjoy as I share them. As always criticisms good and bad always appreciated but remember I am no professional writer and I have no one to proof read except myself. Adverts not welcome nor appreciated in the comments box. Part 3.

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The Devil’s Pact Chapter 6: Mary’s Decision

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013
Chapter Six: Mary’s Decision
“I’m going to go upstairs and wait,” Mark told me. “If your love for me out weighs your anger then come upstairs. If not, I love you and I won’t stop you from going. You can take the car, your clothes, anything you want. I promise, I want ever come looking for you. Just, please, think about it. I love you Mary.”
I heard Mark stand up and leave the room as I sobbed into my hands. No wonder I acted the whore today. A man I never met tells me to do the most depraved things and I just did them, without thought or question. It was like he had some animal magnetism, that he awoken some lust buried inside me, that I chose to do these things. That these feelings naturally led to me falling in love with him. But to find out that he controlled me. That I was little more than a puppet dancing on his whims. Fuck, it was more than I could take, my body shook as I cried. The weight of learning Mark had the magical power, from the Devil no less, that let him control people just by telling them what to was crushing my soul.
And the worst part was, I loved him. I ached for him. I wanted to run upstairs and shout out how much I loved him and embrace him and kiss him and … and fuck him. But how could I trust myself around him. With a simple command, I would be putty in his hand, free to perform whatever perverse acts he imagined.
Perverse acts you enjoyed.
No! He made me enjoy them. As long as I am around him, I would be as much his slave as Allison and Desiree.
But he released you. He freed you from his power. If he wanted to, he could make you stay, make you want to be with him, and make you forget you ever were even angry with him. With a word, you would beg him to degrade you further. You would crawl after him on your hands and knees.
No! No! No! I am my own woman. I’m not Mark’s slave. I’m not an object to satiate his lusts! My soul was torn in pieces.
I stood up, I had to get out of here. Wrapping the robe about me, I grabbed the keys to the Eos Mark had … had stolen for me. Christ, this was fucked up. I was dressed only in the flimsiest of silk robes. It did little to cover my naked body beneath, but there was no time to change. What if he came back downstairs and brainwashed me again. Panic gripped my heart and I bolted from the table. As I raced through the living room I grabbed one of the Old Navy shopping bags Allison had carelessly left on the floor. I did not care what outfits were in there. I could change latter, once I was away. Once I was free.
I rushed outside, unlocking the Eos and jumping in. I stuck the key in the ignition and turned the key. The car started with a low purr. I was going to escape, I was going to leave, to be free. I grabbed the gear shift and froze. You love him. The sentence seemed to float from the deepness of my soul. You love him.
But, he hurt me. He degraded me. Fresh sobs wracked my body
Yes. But who hasn’t hurt the one they love.
Tears rolled down my cheek, my stomach tangled with emotions. I tried to put the car into gear, but my hand refused to move. If I just put the car in reverse, I would be free. Come on, girl, it’s not worth the risk. If you go back, you’ll just be his slave again.
You’re free right now. Mark gave you a choice. No matter what you choose, you’re free.
He hurt me. How can I return to him.
You love him. You can forgive him.
I froze. I could forgive him. My heart thumped in my chest. I could forgive him. I loved Mark, ached for him. My hands trembled on the gear stick. It didn’t matter why I loved him. Mark was right, it just mattered that I did love him. And he loved me. If he didn’t love me, he would treat me just like Allison and Desiree. Like a whore. You seen him with other women. Half the time he could careless if they enjoyed the sex, if they had an orgasm. But with me he make sure I have fun, that I cum.
And what about Allison and Desiree. I can’t deny that I didn’t get off ordering them around, treating them as objects to satiate my lusts. There was something intoxicating about someone who would do whatever filthy thing you desire. A beautiful woman who was more than happy to get down on her knees and pleasure you with her tongue, her fingers. Mark cold have had that from me. He did have that from me, back at my work with Cynthia and Vivian. And he freed me. Could I do the same to Allison or Desiree. I shifted in the seat, my pussy itched with desire. No, I don’t think I could. There were definitely perks staying with Mark. But, what if makes me his slave again? I loved Mark, but did I trust him.
Then, in a single moment of clarity, it came to me. There was a way to make sure we would forever be equals in our love, that I could trust him.
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The front door opened. A car engine started.
Mary was going to leave.
I sobbed into my hands. Mary was right to leave me. I never should have told her to love me. I never should have told her to fuck me, or destroy her relationship with her boyfriend. I brought her nothing but betrayal and pain. How did you do that to someone you loved. The guilt threatened to swallow my soul.
I snorted in derision. My soul. What did that matter, it wasn’t even mine anymore. I sold it for these power. And one day with my powers and this was the result. I fucked up badly. I was an idiot to think I would stop being a loser just because I got powers.
What did anything matter.
Love is for the weak, a voice whispered in my head, bringing me back from the brink of despair. Remember what you promised yourself this morning. You are a new man. You don’t need guilt. You also don’t need love. Love just made you cared about those whores. And now you lost your favorite. Your saucy filly.
She wasn’t my whore, though. You don’t love your whore. And I loved Mary. This wasn’t just lust. I felt something different with her than with Cynthia and Vivian. And she means more to me than Allison, who I feel a certain fondness for.
Maybe you loved her, but she didn’t love you back. She just did what you told her.
I pulled out the ring box from my pants pocked and opened it up to stare at the diamond engagement ring. In the dark room, without any light to reflect its brilliant fire, it was just another dull stone. Just like Mary’s soul. Mary never loved me, she just reflected the light of my commands, reflecting a brilliant fire that enchanted me, blinded me with its beauty. But without my commands, there was nothing to reflect, just a dull soul who was disgusted with me, hated me.
The case snapped shut. I should get rid of the ring. Flush it down the toilet, throw it in the garbage. I didn’t need it. I had my whores. All I would ever have is my whores. Allison and Desiree and more would come. You didn’t love a whore. You didn’t marry a whore. You just fucked a whore, poured your cum into her mouth, pussy, or ass. Allison and Desiree were wet and willing just down the hall. I could forget all about love and Mary between their thighs. My cock stirred in my pants. I would fuck them raw.
“Mark,” a voice whispered in the dark.
I looked up and my heart froze. “Mare?” I asked in disbelief, seeing her beautiful form outlined in the doorway. I was so lost in thought, I hadn’t even noticed the door open, light flooding in from the hallway, silhouetting her nude body beneath the silk robe. She was an angel, shining brilliantly with love. She was free of my commands, she was reflecting the brilliance of her own love.
She floated to me and knelt beside me and I embraced her, sobbing on her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Mary, so sorry.” Everything I had been feeling: guilt, shame, fear, heartbreak, despair, poured out of my soul. Her gentle arms encircled me, silky hair brushing my cheek.
“Shh,” Mary whispered, rocking me in her comforting arms. “I forgive you. But, there needs to be a change.” She pulled away, cupping my face in her soft hands and her green eyes peered through my eyes into my soul.
“Anything,” I begged.
“We need to be equals,” Mary stated. “Our relationship can never last if we’re not equals.”
“Of course, Mare,” I said happily, and hugged her tightly and Mary hugged me tightly, back. “Of course.”
“To be equals, I need to make my own pact.”
I stiffened in her arms. “You know what your saying. You would sell your soul.”
“Yes,” she answered. “Then we’ll be equals.”
I swallowed. I wanted to argue that it wasn’t worth it. But I never would have met this beautiful, forgiving woman with out my own Pact. “Okay,” I agreed, forcing down my objections.
Mary relaxed and was overcome with emotions, tears brimming in her eyes. I gently wiped a tear away and she kissed my palm. And then we were both crying and hugging and then we were kissing passionately. Her tongue was hot in my mouth. Somehow, the pink robe had come undone and her breasts where in my hands, soft and firm, her nipples hard as my fingers gently played with them and Mary moaned softly into my mouth. The scent of coconut filled my nose, strands of auburn hair brushed my face. Soft hands were unbuttoning my pants and then they found my cock, hard and throbbing, and freed it from the prison of my clothes.
I was standing up, and Mary was cradled in my arms. Her arms were around my neck and we kissed before I laid her out on the bed. She was lithe and wet and wiggling and so beautiful. I pulled my shirt off and shoved off my pants and underwear. Her eyes glistened with desire and her arms and legs spread open as I laid on top of her, and she pulled me into her embrace. Mary’s tongue was hot in my mouth, while her delicate fingers grasped my cock and guided it to wet pussy.
Her pussy lips felt like silk as she rubbed my cock up and down on her slit. And then the head found her hole and I was inside my love. We both groaned together and we slowly writhed in unison. Kissing and panting. Her pussy was warm and wet, inviting and oh so sweet.
“I love you,” I whispered as my cock plunged slowly, over and over into her wetness. “I love you, too,” she whispered back, kissing me, grinding her clit into my pelvis as I bottomed out inside her.
Our hips moved with more urgency, my cock fanning the flames of her orgasm, her pussy fanning mine. My hands found a breast, firm and soft in my hand. Her fingers racked my back as her passions built. “So close,” she whispered into my ear, biting gently. Our hips were fucking each other hard. “Harder, harder, my stallion!” she moaned. And then my filly bucked underneath me as her pleasure surged through her body. My filly’s pussy milked my cock as she spasmed in pleasure and my seed emptied deep into my love.
I rolled off Mary and she snuggled against me, resting her head on my chest, auburn hair spilling across me. I stroked her hair and she sighed contentedly, her own hand lazily stroking my stomach. We laid like that, enjoying the feel of the other, the peace and happiness. Her breathing slowed and she fell asleep upon me. I closed my eyes and joined her in sleep.
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Something was warm and wet sucking on my dick, sucking me back to consciousness. It was dark, still the middle of the night, and Mary’s mouth was on my dick, her tongue swirling around my cock’s sensitive head. In the dark, I could see her kneeling beside me, her hips next to my head. Her auburn hair, black in the darkness, spread across her face like a curtain.
I reached out, caressing her leg, running my hand up to her ass and gently pulled her to me. Her leg lift and she straddled my face. I could smell her arousal, sweet and spicy, and she lowered her pussy to my lips. My nose pressed into her slit, breathing her desire in, as my lips and tongue found her hard, spongy clit. I sucked her clit as she deep-throated my cock and we both moaned into the other’s sex.
I drank her nectar, sweet and spicy, as she bobbed her head on my dick. She would bob rapidly a few times, then deep-throat me, her throat constricting tightly about my cock as her lips kissed my pubic hair, before sliding up and starting over. I sucked on her clit, sliding two fingers into her wet, sucking pussy, wiggling and fucking my fingers into her, searching for her G-Spot. When I found it, she bucked on top of me, sucking hard on my cock.
We came together, my cum flooding her mouth, her juices flooding my mouth. Mary slid up to me and we kissed, tasting each other’s pleasure. This time, I laid my head on her soft breasts and drifted off to sleep in my love’s embrace.
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Soft light was filtering through the window as the sun rose over Mount Rainier. Mary’s body pressed against my side, her back away from me and her ass soft on my hip. My right arm was trapped beneath her so I rolled onto my side and pressed up against her and held my sleeping love. I dozed holding her, Mary’s ass rubbing softly against my cock, which started hardening against the silk of her skin.
I started to kiss the slope of her neck, running a hand from her hip, up her side and cupping a small breast. Mary sighed, rubbing her ass against my cock. Then my cock slipped between her thighs, rubbing along her slit. Mary shifted some more, rubbing her cunt along my cock and between her smooth thighs. Her cunt started to moisten as I slowly fucked my dick along her groove.
“Ohh, put it in!” Mary moaned, sleepily.
I shifted my hips and the head of my cock slid into her pussy and I slowly fucked her. Mary turned her head and we kissed. It felt good to be in her cunt, the walls gripping my dick with a silky grip. “God, you feel good,” I whispered in her ear, kissing and biting her lobe. “Feels good to be in my filly!”
She grabbed the hand on her breast and dragged it down to her cunt and she rubbed my fingers against her hard clit. She moaned, grounding my hand against her clit and I started to fuck her harder, faster. “Oh, fuck me!” Mary panted. “My randy stallion, fuck me!” Her cunt constricted about my cock as she came. “Sweet god!” she screamed and bucked in my arm.
“Oh, god!” I groaned and shot my cum into my filly.
I held her, cradling her in my arms as her pussy cradled my softening dick. I kissed her shoulder and neck, my hand slid up her hip and found her breast again. I gently massaged her tit. “I love you,” Mary whispered, sleepily. I kissed her cheek, squeezed her breast, and whispered back, “love you.” My eyes closed and I fell back to sleep inside my love.
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There was a gentle knock at the door and Mary stirred in my arms. “Hello?” Mary asked, sleepily.
“Master, Mistress, we have breakfast,” Allison said quietly. “My we come in.”
I brushed a strand of auburn hair off Mary’s cheek and kissed her. She smiled. “Good morning, hun.”
“Mornin’, Mare.” I hugged her and kissed her a second time. “Last night was amazing.”
“It was amazing,” Mary purred, kissing me back. Then she smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I gotta pee real bad.”
“Oh,” I said, letting her go. She sprang from the bed and I caught a glimpse of her naked ass rushing across the room and disappearing into the bathroom.
There was another soft rap at the door. “Master, Mistress, may we come in,” Allison asked a second time. “We have breakfast.”
I rubbed sleep from my eyes and sat up in the bad. “Yeah, come in.”
Allison and Desiree walked into the room carrying silver trays. Each tray had a glass of orange juice and plates with french toast, poached eggs and strips of bacon. Both girls were naked, like the good little sluts that they were. Allison had the lithe and nubile body of a teenager, her hair dyed a bright, bubblegum pink. Her breasts were large and perky, pink nipples pierced with silver barbells. Her pussy was shaved and tattooed on her groin was the phrase, “Cum on in” with a little arrow pointing down to her clit. Desiree was a more mature woman, in her late twenties. Her skin was a rich, nut brown, evidence of her Hispanic heritage, voluptuous and curvy, with a pleasantly plump rear, and her breasts were large and full and swayed and jiggled as she walked. Dark, pink nipples rising proudly from large aerolas topped her generous bosoms. Her pussy was also shaved, exposing her large, protruding labia.
Desiree set her tray next to me on the nightstand while Allison walked around the bed, and set Mary’s tray on the other nightstand. A toilet flushed in the bathroom, followed by the sink running, and then Mary walked out as naked as the sluts. She was beautiful, curvy. Her breasts were the smallest of the three women, small and firm with dusky nipples and covered in freckles. Her face was heart-shaped and freckled and she had the cutest dimples when she smiled. Her pussy was waxed, save for a heart of fiery hair on her groin.
“Oh, Mistress, you stayed,” Allison said, flinging her arms about Mary. Mary hugged her back and kissed her gently. Allison rubbed her body against Mary’s and their kisses became more passionate.
I grabbed a slice of bacon and popped it into my mouth. I motioned to Desiree to join me and she slid her voluptuous body against mine, her large tits spilling across my chest. I wrapped an arm around her and kissed her mouth and tasted pussy. An image of Desiree between Allison’s thighs flashed through my mind. Her thighs spread and her wet pussy pushed up against my thigh. Her hand grasped my cock and she gently stroked it.
“Isn’t she beautiful,” I whispered to Desiree. Desiree murmured, nuzzling at my neck. “She’s getting randy,” I told Desiree, watching Mary’s hand gripping Allison hip, then sliding down to her ass. Allison was kissing Mary’s neck, grinding her cunt into Mary’s. I loved watching girls trib. My cock was hard in Desiree’s hand. I pinched Desiree’s plump ass and told her, “Climb on my dick.”
“Yes, mi Rey!” she husked. I wasn’t sure what “mi Rey” meant, but she sounded sexy saying it. She straddled my waist, her large breasts swinging heavily in my face. I sucked a hard on a fat nipple and Desiree cooed. Her hands grasped my cock, guiding it to her wet pussy. Oh fuck, it felt so good as she slowly slid down my cock, moaning with her sultry voice. She fucked me slow, rising up a little bit and sliding back down, her cunt silky, tight on my cock.
“You’re so big!” Desiree moaned, “Mi hombre hermoso!”
Desiree arched her back, her and fucked me harder. Her tits bounced deliciously before me. I rubbed my hand up her thigh and grasped her hip. She rocked her hips on my cock faster and faster, moaning lustfully. I grasped a full breast, and found a hard nipple. Behind Desiree, I could just see Mary leaning against the wall, Allison’s face in her muff. Mary’s small, freckled breasts heaved with her desire.
“Oh, fuck!” Mary moaned, writhing on Allison’s face. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”
I closed my eyes, enjoying the delicious feeling of Desiree’s cunt on my cock. The mattress creaked and dipped as someone crawled onto the bed and I opened my eyes to see Mary snuggled up against me. Her body was flush from her orgasm. She kissed my neck, her hand playing with my chest hair. Allison climbed on the bed behind Desiree and pressed her body into Desiree’s back. She kissed Desiree’s shoulder and Allison started rubbing her cunt on Desiree’s ass as she rode me.
“Fuck, that’s hot!” I moaned as Allison wrapped her hands around Desiree, cupping a heavy breast with one and sliding the other down to play with her clit.
“You getting close to cumming?” Mary whispered. “Are you going to cum in that dirty whore’s snatch?” She licked my ear and her hand trailed down my chest and stomach and she started playing with my curly pubes.
“¡Yo estoy correrse!” Desire moaned in Spanish, bucking atop me and her cunt throbbing about my dick as the slut came. I grunted and shot my cum inside Desire’s pussy.
Mary kissed me on the lips as Desiree rolled off me. “Did you have a good cum?” she asked me. I murmured a yes and kissed her back. Desiree started to moan as Allison started eating my cum out of her pussy like a good slut. Mary smacked Desiree’s ass, “You sluts take that out of here.”
“Yes Mistress,” Allison said, face sticky with cum and juices and she pulled Desiree out of the room.
We lazily fed each other cold bacon and french toast, spilling syrup on each other, and then licking the syrup up. I thought licking syrup off Mary’s tit was sexy, but when she licked some of my chest and nipple, that was sexier. And then we kissed, lips sticky with sweet syrup. Belly’s full of Desiree’s delicious breakfast, we cuddled. I stroked my Mary’s hair and warmth spread through my body. I was happy. I wanted us to stay like this forever.
Sadly, my bladder had other ideas.
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After showering with Mary, and making love to her in the shower, we dressed in the clothes that Allison or Desiree had laid out. Mary pulled on pair of lacy red panties and a white, corset dress with a short skirt. The dress and panties must have been some of the clothes she bought at Hot Topic while I was behind the register, dick deep in the salesgirls cunt. She looked hot and trashy in the dress. Finally, she placed the heart-shaped locket I got for her around her neck, the locket nestling in her cleavage For me the sluts had laid out a pair of striped boxers and blue jeans and blue-striped white polo.
Mary walked out the sliding glass doors and sat on a loveseat on the balcony. I joined her and she snuggled up against her and we stared at the white-capped peak of Mount Rainier. The mountain was as beautiful as always, rising white and blue and gray out of the Cascades Mountains, dwarfing everything about it. A small dome of clouds hovered above the peak.
After a moment’s silence, Mary asked. “How do I summon the Devil.”
“Well, we’ll need a box,” I started. “And a sexy photo of you.”
“It has to be sexy?” Mary asked, surprised.
“Any picture of you would be sexy,” I told her, rubbing her thigh. “Especially in this dress.” I leered down her bodice. Mary shifted, thrusting out her tits, a pleased smile graced her lips.
“So that’s it, I need a sexy photo and a box?”
“Well, there’s the yarrow, and the…” Mary cut me off with, “What’s a yarrow?”
“It’s a small, white flower. We can pick one up at Lowes or Home Depot. And then we’ll need grave dirt.” Mary arched an eyebrow at that. “And, the bone of a black cat.”
Mary blinked in surprise. “A bone. You mean you killed a kitty?” Mary asked, plaintively. And then she punched my arm.
I shifted, uncomfortable. “Yeah,” I said, slowly and cleared my throat.
Mary swallowed. “So, I have to kill a cat?”
I shook my head. “Um, I have, um, leftovers,” I said, delicately. Mary relaxed, but still looked uncomfortable. I squeezed her thigh. “It’ll be okay.”
She breathed in deeply. “Okay, so I guess we need to go shopping.”
We found are sluts cleaning the house, still naked. I told Desiree to take Allison out and get them both sexy maid outfits to wear inside house and for them to buy the sluttiest clothes to wear outside the house. Desiree would take her car, a white BMW 3-series, and to use her husband’s credit cards. Mary told her to go to a sex shop and buy some strap-ons and dildos. An image of Mary wearing a strap-on fucking Allison or Desiree flashed in my mind and I smiled. Mary saw my smile and gave me a wicked grin in return, and then she handed a list of art supplies that she wanted the sluts to buy. Mary was an artist, attending De Vry University to get a degree in Graphic Design.
I grabbed my keys, my wallet and my camcorder and Mary grabbed her purse and we left the house and got into the Mustang. The engine roared to life and I sped out of the neighborhood. A lifetime of speeding had prepared me to drive my Mustang recklessly. Mary held onto the “oh shit” handle. I wasn’t sure what the handle above the passenger seat was for, but that’s what my friends and I called it. You held onto it when the driver was taking turns way to fast and yell, “Oh shit!” in terror as you prayed your friend wouldn’t get you killed.
Mary punched my arm. “Fuck, you trying to kill us!” She was mad so I slowed down to just fifteen over the speed limit and that mollified her.
We made good time zipping down 39th Avenue and reached the Lowes. This Lowes had opened just the year before, right across the street from the old Lowes. I parked the car and we made our way through the store and into the warm, damp greenhouse attached to the side of the building. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers and the acrid scent of fertilizers.
I was searching the rows of flowers, looking for the yarrow I had bought here just last week when Mary nudged me. I looked over at her and she pointed down the end of the row. There stood two beautiful, fifteen year old identical twins. They were both blonde, one had short hair and the other a long braid. Short hair wore tight, white shorts that clung to her boyish hips and a pink tank top that exposed the beautiful slope of her perky breasts. Braid wore a button up, blue blouse with ruffled sleeves and a tight, dark blue miniskirt. Both girls had gorgeous, skinny legs. Behind them shopped a man and woman, clearly their parents.
The father was a big, blonde man with a fit, athletic build that made him look younger than a man who had two teenage daughters should. And his wife was a stunning, brunette bombshell. She wore a tight, red tank top striped with white chevrons, her breasts filling the shirt out nicely, and a pair of skinny jeans that hug her ample curves like a second skin.
“What do you think,” I asked Mary.
“Mmhh, I’ll take the wife and you can have the daughters,” Mary purred. “I want to suck on those titties. They are as big as Desiree’s.”
I led Mary down the aisle. “Hi,” I greeted, shaking hands with the father. “I’m Mark and this is Mary.”
“Oh, I’m Cathy Cunningham,” the wife said. “This is my husband, Jim.” Jim grunted, it may have been a greeting. “Don’t mind him, he’s shy around strangers. And these are daughters Daisy and Rose,” Cathy continued. Short hair turned out to be Daisy and braid was Rose. “It’s been so much easier to tell them apart now that there teenagers,” Cathy joked. “When they were little they just had to wear the same clothes.”
The two girls blushed and glanced furiously at their mother. “Mom!” they exclaimed in the embarrassed exasperation of a teenage girl.
“You have two beautiful daughters,” I complemented. “And Mary and I would love to see their titties.”
The girls blushed even more red. “C’mon girls,” their mother urged. “Show them your titties.” Jim glanced in shock at his wife but made no move to stop.
I pulled out my camcorder and filmed as Daisy pulled her tanktop off and Rose started to unbutton her blouse. Daisy’s bra was white with a little pink bow between the cups and she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Daisy’s perky C-Cups were exposed while Rose was still struggling to with the little buttons on her blouse. Finally, Rose unbuttoned her shirt and her bra turned out to be lacy and purple and clasped in the front. Her tits spilled out just as perky as her sister when she unclasped the bra.
“Aren’t those some beautiful tits?” I asked. Mary licked her lips.
“Oh, sweeties, they are beautiful,” their mother cooed.
“Yeah,” Jim muttered. “Th-they’re beautiful.”
Both girls blushed, please and embarrassed, and relaxed, starting to lose their self consciousness at being topless in front of their parents and complete strangers. Growing confident, they struck poses, thrust out their perky tits.
“Holy shit!” a man gasped behind us. Shit, I was too excited by the twins to remember to secure the garden area and a Lowes employee in a blue apron gaped at the topless teens. A nametag said he was Victor, Garden Center Manager.
“You, Victor, lock the garden center up, tell anyone there’s a spill that needs to be cleaned up!” I barked. “Yes, sir,” Victor gulped and scurried off to follow my orders.
“Why don’t you take off your bottoms,” Mary suggested and frowned as the teens ignored her.
“Everyone, do what Mary says,” I ordered. “So, bottoms off girls. Let’s see you naked.”
“Yeah,” their father grunted, his cock was tenting his pants.
The girls kicked off their tennis shoes and pulled off white socks. Daisy wiggled out of her tight shorts and Rose found the zipper on her skirt. This time she was the faster of the two sisters, her skirt falling to her feet and then off came her purple panties exposing a blonde furred muff. Daisy finally peeled out of her shorts and pulled off her Minnie Mouse panties and she was shaved bare, her slit tight and girlish.
Mary slipped behind Cathy and pressed up against her. “Relax,” Mary whispered into Cathy’s ear and started to pull her sundress up, over her body. For a woman that bore twins she was in amazing shape. Flat stomach, curvy hits and large breasts contained in a blue, strapless bra. A blue thong covered her pussy. Mary started kissing her neck and the magnificent breasts spilled out of her bra when Mary released the clasp. Cathy’s nipples were the same shade of dark pink as her daughters.
“Daisy, Rose, you girls ever been with a girl?” I asked the twins, filming the nubile bodies.
“You mean lez out?” Rose asked. Daisy nodded eagerly, “We love to lez out! We do it with all our girlfriends.”
“What?” gasped Cathy as Mary’s hand slid into her panties. “I thought you girls hadn’t had sex, yet.”
Daisy rolled her eyes. “Lezzing out isn’t sex, mom. It’s only sex if a guy sticks his dick in your cunny.”
I looked from one twin to the other. “You girls ever lezzed out with each other?”
Both of their faces mirrored disgust. “We’re sisters,” Rose said, “that’s disgusting.”
“Tell your daughter’s you wanna see them fuck,” Mary whispered into Cathy’s ear, Mary’s finger fucking Cathy’s cunt underneath her blue thong.
“Oh, baby-girls, lez out for mamma,” Cathy moaned.
The girls looked at their father, who rubbed his cock through his jeans. “Oh, girls, you’re so beautiful.”
Rose looked at her sister, playing with her braid. “Daisy, I have jilled off thinking about you,” Rose admitted, face reddening.
Daisy squealed and threw herself at her sister, kissing her over and over. Between kisses, she exclaimed, “I … have … flicked … my … bean … thinking … about … you!”
My cock was hard, watching two, twin teenage sisters make out, their breasts pressed together. Their hands ran up and down their youthful bodies, groping tight asses and perky tits. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths. Their thighs parted and each girl shoved a leg against her sister’s crotch. Rose’s cunt rubbed on Daisy’s thigh, and Daisy’s cunt on her sister. They moaned, grinding on their sisters as their orgasms built.
Mary’s dress was off now, and she was sucking on Cathy’s round tits, wearing only her red panties. Mary kissed down Cathy’s taut stomach and knelt before her. She grabbed Cathy’s blue thong and pulled it down, exposing a small patch of brown hair. Cathy gasped and jumped as Mary’s tongue buried into her snatch. “Oh, wow,” Cathy moaned. “Oh, wow! That’s … that’s amazing.”
“See, mom,” Daisy panted. “Lezzing out is soo much fun!”
“It is!” Cathy moaned.
Daisy ass flexed as she rubbed her cunt on her sister’s thighs. “Oh, Rosie, I’m gonna cum!” The twins bucked against each other, moaning and kissing, as they came together. “Wow, we shoulda lezed out together years ago,” Daisy murmured to her sister, who just nodded her head.
“Which girl do you want to fuck?” I asked Jim.
“I …” Jim trailed off, staring at his nubile daughters.
I nodded. “I get it. How can you choose. You love both your daughters. So, I’ll pop Daisy’s cherry and you’ll pop Rose’s.” I held out my hand and Daisy grasped it delicately and I led her a few feet away. She kissed me, her mouth hot and her tongue writhed about my tongue.
Jim swallowed. “ ‘kay,” he muttered. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a large cock and stumbled towards his daughter. “Oh, daddy, is that for me?” Rose asked, staring hungrily at his dick.
Daisy rubbed my cock through my jeans. With a snap, she deftly opened my pants and pulled out my dick, stroking it softly. I ran my hand up from her hip, across her lean side and grasped a perky, full tit. Daisy moaned throatily into my lips as I fondled her breast and played with a hard nipple. God, I had to be in this hot, teenage slut. I broke the kiss and turned her around and shoved her against a table. Her slim ass wiggled before me and I rubbed my cock across her tight, wet slit.
“Please!” Daisy begged, “Stick it in! I’m so wet!”
I found her tight opening and shoved my dick in slowly. My cock head popped in and I felt her hymen blocking my progress. I gripped her hips and held the camcorder to capture her deflowering, and shoved in hard and slow. The hymen held for a second and then ripped and my cock buried into her tight cunt. Daisy cried in pain and when I pulled my cock back, pink stained my shaft. I thrust in slowly and Daisy gave another grunt of pain. I reached around and played with her nipples and slowly her cries of pain transformed into pleasure.
Jim was lying on the floor. Rose was lying on top of him, making out with her father while she rubbed his cock on her pussy. Then she rose up, grasped her daddy’s cock and aimed it for her pussy. She slowly lowered herself on the dick. She paused, her hymen resisting, and then her cherry was popped and she sank down the shaft with a groan of pain. Rose rested for a minute, panting as she got used to her dad’s large cock in her tight pussy. Then she raised up and slid back down, slowly riding her father.
“Oh, Rosie!” Jim moaned. “Oh, god your tight! Fuck, this is amazing!”
“Daddy, daddy!” Rose panted, riding him faster. “I love you, daddy!”
“Fuck those little whores!” Cathy moaned. “Fuck my baby-girls! Fuck their naughty pussies! Oh, crap! I’m there! God, I’m there!” She bucked on Mary’s face as she came. Mary stood up, slid off her red panties, and then pulled Cathy down to the floor where they slipped into a sixty-nine.
Daisy was moaning wordlessly as I started to fuck her hard. Her cunt rippled on my cock as she came. I kept fucking her, pulling on her nipple and filming my pink-stained cock plunging into her pussy over and over. She was bucking wildly back into me as a second orgasm rolled through her. The velvety tightness of her cunt milking my cock was too much and I came hard into her young womb. Breathing heavily, I rested in her teenage cunt and watched the other two couples.
Mary and Cathy were writhing on the other’s faces, moaning and licking and fingerfucking. Rose was bouncing hard and fast one her dad, perky tits swaying and jiggling. “Oh, daddy!” moaned Rose. “Pour your spunk in my pussy!” Rose writhed as she came and her father groaned wordless. Then she collapsed on her dad’s chest, kissing him as his cock, covered in pink froth, popped out of her pussy and white semen slowly trickled out of her tight slit.
The four of use now watched Mary and Cathy eating pussy. Mary was on top and her ass writhed on Cathy’s face. Cathy was gripping her plump butt, pulling her down into her face. Mary had two fingers in Cathy’s cunt curling them up and searching for her G-spot. Cathy bucked beneath her, so Mary must have found it. Cathy was fucking her face into Mary’s vulva and Mary spasmed as she climaxed on Cathy’s face.
Mary rolled off Cathy, who stood up unsteadily. She looked at Daisy and then Rose and smiled. “My little girls are women, now,” she said in wonder. She opened her arms. “Come here, girls.”
Rose stood up and stumbled to her mother. I pulled out of Daisy with a sucking pop and she walked gingerly to her mother. Cathy embraced both daughters, pulling them to her. She kissed Daisy and then Rose on the lips. Cathy was pushed back into the wall and each little minx wrapped their legs about one of Cathy’s, and started to rub their cum stained pussies on their mother’s thighs.
“Oh, lez out with mommy!” Cathy moaned, cradling her daughters.
“Remember when we did this with Sally?” Rose asked her sister.
Daisy gave a wicked giggle. “Yeah! I’m still not sure how we all fit in that bathroom stall. But it was a lot more fun then English!”
“You were this close to me,” Rose whispered, “and I was to scared to do this.” She reached out, and placed her hand on her sister’s ass, squeezing gently, and leaned in to kiss her. Daisy moved her own hand onto her sister’s ass. The sister’s broke their kiss, a string of saliva momentarily connected their lips and then, grinning, they hefted their mother’s large tits and sucked a nipple into their mouths.
“Oh, my baby-girls!” moaned Cathy, hugging her daughters as they writhed on her thighs. “I missed you nursing at my breasts so much.”
Jim was sitting up on his arms, watching his wife and daughters make love. I saw Mary starring at Jim’s cock and she licked her lips and then moved over to him. I gaped in surprise. I had ordered Mary to only desire women and me. Why was she lusting after Jim.
Because I freed her from my control last night.
I opened my mouth to protest and Mary shot me a warning glance as she lowered herself down, straddling his waist. We were equals now. Mary was okay watching me fuck other women. I need to be okay if she wanted to fuck other men. Fear gripped my stomach, what if she likes his cock more than mine. I swallowed as Jim’s cock poked at Mary’s pussy and she slid down, moaning wantonly as he filled her up.
Mary looked back at me and smiled. My fear relaxed. There was love in her eyes. She reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks, her asshole winking at me. I lower myself behind her, my cock finding her asshole and I pushed into her velvety warmth. Mary moaned just as wantonly as my cock slid inside her ass, one hand wrapped around her to grasp her small breast.
“Thank you,” Mary whispered, turning her face and kissing me over her shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you, Mare,” I whispered and started to fuck my cock in her ass.
Mary started rocking her hips and I could feel Jim’s cock fucking to her pussy. It took us a few tries to find a rhythm that worked, but I was sliding in and out of her ass as she rode Jim’s cock. It was exciting, realizing another cock was in my lover’s pussy. Mary was moaning, “Fuck my ass! Fuck my pussy!” over and over. “I’m so close, fuck me studs!” My orgasm neared, and I started to pound her ass hard and felt her ass clench about my cock as she came. I groaned and shot my load into her ass.
I stumbled back, my cock popping out of Mary’s ass followed by a trickle of cum. Jim still hadn’t cum. He had cum once already and didn’t have my stamina. Mary started to really ride his cock hard. I looked over at Cathy and her daughters. Both girls were writhing wildly on her thighs. All three taking turns kissing and sucking nipples and squeezing asses. Rose was cumming on her mother’s thigh, shuddering in pleasure. She kissed her mother and then slowly started to writhe some more on her mother.
I had Daisy, and now I wanted Rose. I walked behind her, my cock hard, and found the rosebud of her asshole. She gasped in pain as I slowly shoved it in. Beside her, Daisy convulsed and flooded her mother’s thighs with girl-cum. I fucked Rose’s ass hard, shoving her into her mother. “Fuck her ass,” Daisy moaned and slapped my butt. “Fuck her hard, stud!”
Mary was moaning loudly again, the low, throaty moan that meant she was cumming. Jim grunted and I knew his cum was shooting into my Mary’s pussy. “Daisy, go suck out the cum out of Mary’s ass and pussy,” I ordered and slapped her ass back.
“Oh, fuck,” Mary groaned as Daisy spread her ass cheeks and sucked my cum out of her ass.
With Daisy gone, Cathy was able to writhe on Rose’s thigh. Rose’s ass gripped my cock tightly and she started to kiss her mother passionately. Cathy’s hand reach around and found my balls, gently squeezing them. Mary was on her back now, sixty-nining with Daisy. Mary devoured my cum from Daisy’s cunt as Daisy sucked her father’s cum out of Mary’s pussy. Jim just lay on the floor, breathing hard and watching his family fuck.
Everyone was panting and moaning, building to their orgasms. Cathy sucked on her daughter’s tongue as Rose climaxed, writhing between Cathy and I. Cathy bucked on her daughter’s thigh, massaging my balls, and gasping as she came. Her hands were teasing the cum out of my balls, and I groaned and shot my load into her teenage ass. On the floor, Mary and Daisy rolled about as they came together, flooding each other’s mouths with cunt juices.
Mary and I left the Cunningham’s kissing and helping each other get dressed. I told the family to continue fucking each other and Daisy excitedly told her father she was eager for his cock. Mary pulled on her white, corset dress and found her red panties. She held them up, frowning. Potting soil had spilled on them and stained them black.
“Guess you’ll have to go commando,” I said, grinning. With the dress’s short skirt, she’ll have to be careful or someone could get an eyeful of her ass and cunt.
We found the Yarrow and slipped out the store with it. An employee tried to stop us but I told him we paid and he told us to have a nice day. I unlocked the Mustang with the keyless remote and we got in. Mary leaned over and kissed me. “Thank you for trusting me,” she said.
“I realized that if you let me fuck other women, I need to let you fuck other men,” I told her.
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After we left Lowes, Mary insisted we went shoe shopping. Mary need a box, she claimed, but she ended up getting ten different pairs of shoes from sneakers to stiletto heals. At the Puyallup Cemetery, we walked in, Mary scooped dirt off a fresh grave and dumped in the box and we left. The black cat bones were at my shitty apartment, so we drove to Parkland. Inside it was a dump, empty pizza boxes and garbage strewn everywhere. Mary took one look inside and said she’d wait outside. I went in, dug around my kitchen, and found the black cat bone. I also grabbed some some personal items, and then left my apartment. I planned on never returning. For the picture, I took a photo of her with my phone and we printed it off at a Walgreens. She looked very sexy.
We grabbed a bit to eat and then we decided to see a movie to pass the time. We spent most of the movie making out in the back like a pair of teenagers. Afterward, we slipped into the men’s room and we fucked in a bathroom stall.
For dinner, Mary suggested this Japanese steakhouse and we had a fun time watching the chef cook the food. Dicing and twirling his knives and tossing food into the air. Another couple set at are table, on their first date. It didn’t seem to be going well, the guy was a boor. Mary started flirting with the woman, Diane, letting her skirt ride up so Diane could see her cunt. Diane and Mary left to go to the restroom together, as girls are want to do. When they returned after a while, Mary kissed me and I tasted Diane’s pussy on her lips.
After dinner, we drove out to the back country, to the very crossroad I made a pack with the Devil at just two nights ago. We had a few hours to wait and it seemed to stretch out for eternity. We laid in the grass and watched the stars in silence, holding each other. We were both tense, and drew strength from each other. At fifteen til midnight, the alarm on my phone rang and I dug up the very hole I place my own box in.
“Last chance, you sure you want to do this?” I asked.
Mary breathed deeply, the box shaking in her hands. She knelt down, and set the box in the hole. She froze there, afraid to let go of the box.
“You don’t have to do this?” I told her, kneeling down next to her.
“I do,” she whispered and leg go. Then quickly, as if afraid if she waited she would lose her resolve, shoved the pile of dirt on the box, burying it. She stood up quickly, backing away from the whole. I hugged her, and she gripped me tightly. And we waited. And waited. Eternity seemed to pass and Mary started to tremble in my arms.
“Maybe, it didn’t work,” Mary whispered, shattering the silence of the night.
“It worked, Mary Sullivan,” a pleasant voice said from the darkness. We both jumped as the Devil stepped out of shadows. He was a handsome man with scarlet eyes, dressed in the same black, expensive suit he wore two nights ago. A friendly smile graced his face. He took Mary’s hand and raised it up and kissed the back of her hand, like an old-fashioned gentlemen. Then he shook my hand, “Good to see you again, Mark Glassner. The boys and I downstairs love what you’re doing.”
“T-thanks,” I stammered.
“What can I do for you, Mary Sullivan?” the Devil asked.
Mary swallowed, and, with more confidence than I had two nights ago, said, “I want three wishes in exchange for my soul.”
“Of course, I would be more than happy too,” the Devil replied in his friendly, relaxing manner.
“My first wish is for Mark and I to stay young, healthy, and beautiful for as long as Mark lives.” I blinked in surprise. My first wish had been for a long a healthy life. Mary was smart enough to get the same thing, plus she would get to stay young and beautiful as well. Actually, we both would. I smiled at her, she was a smart cookie.
The devil chuckled. “Very well. All though Mark isn’t that beautiful.”
Mary giggled. “Oh, I don’t know. He has a certain charm about him.” Mary hugged me a little tighter. “For my second wish, I want Mark and I to love each other unconditionally for eternity.” Mary looked hesitantly at me, afraid I would object. I didn’t. I had made her love me originally. It was only fair that she made sure that I would never leave her. This must be why she wanted to make a deal. “For my final wish, I …” Mary paused, blushing beet red, “… I want other women to desire me and, um, not to resist my sexual advances.”
“All right,” the devil said. There was understanding in the Devil’s eyes, not judgment.
“Naughty filly,” I whispered and kissed her forehead.
There was a flash of scarlet light and yellow smoke and a contract appeared in the Devil’s hand. An acrid reek of brimstone filled the air. “Look it over,” he said, handing the contract to Mary.
Mary read the contract then nodded her head. The Devil pricked her finger with an old fashioned, black fountain pen. She signed in her own blood, then the Devil signed in his blood. He rolled up the contract. “Any questions, Mary?” She shook her head.
There was an awkward pause, and then the Devil looked over at me, a considering look on his face. I felt like a hunk of meat and I tightened my arms about Mary. Finally, the Devil pulled a small, red crystal out of his pocket and held it up. The gem glinted with its own fire, bathing all three of us in scarlet light.
“If you are ever in trouble, hold this crystal and say ‘Lilith, appear before me,’ ” the Devil instructed.
I gingerly held out my hand and he dropped it in. “Why would I …” I started to ask, but the Devil was gone, vanishing into the shadows. I stared at the gem and looked at Mary, worried. “Why would I need this?”
Mary closed my hand about the gem, her hand warm on mine, and smiled reassuringly at me. “I don’t know, but we’ll face it together.”
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I watched the mortals drive off from the shadows and glared at Lucifer. “Why did you give him my name!”
“I like him, Lilith,” Lucifer answered. He was still wearing that ridiculous, black suit.
“But why my name!” I demanded. “If you want to give gifts to your pets, leave me out! Why not Asherah! She loves slutting around with mortals, with men. Or Chemosh. It’s been centuries since he’s rampaged about the world.”
“The Opposition already has his scent,” Lucifer answered. “A Magdalenite Nun is on her way.”
“So?” I asked, what did I care if some Warlock was stupid enough to attract the Opposition’s attention.
Lucifer grinned at me. “Like I said, I like him.”
To be continued …

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