Consensual Sex

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Mind Fuck – Chapter 1a (Unfortunate Day)

Warning: This tale contains the following elements which may cause an adverse reaction in the overly straight-laced: male on male sexual relations, male/female copulation before marriage/with no intent of marriage, anal sex, multiple sexual partners, masturbation, and humor. Reading this story may cause the following symptoms: hardened nipples, dampened panties, erected penises, male and female ejaculation accompanied by screaming and/or multiple orgasms, and an extreme urge to fornicate. This story is recommended for adults over the age of majority in your jurisdiction (18 for most). Use of this product by persons under the recommended age may result in the following negative side effects: grounding, supervised computer time, complete loss of computer priveliges, embarrassing ejection from public places, uncomfortable discussions with parental figures about sexual habits, and in extreme cases, complete loss of privacy and beating. Use only as directed. Please consult birth certificate and genitalia before using.
Alex groaned in satisfaction when he felt the blunt tip of Brandon’s ebony cock breach his anal ring. The hot greased rod steadily disappeared until the root of Brandon’s meat had been swallowed up by Alex’s pink pucker.
“Shit Brandon. I keep forgetting just how damn big you are.” He pushed his shaggy black hair back from his face.
“I keep forgetting how tight your ass is.”
“As much as you fuck me, it should be a black hole by now.”
“And yet, you still drop your pants for me.” A pleasure filled moan escaped the duo as the Asian squeezed the dick in his ass.
“I’m not at fault. You’ve got an advantage over everyone.”
“Right now, I think you’ve got the advantage,” the college sophomore grunted through clenched teeth.
“Really?” Alex started grinding his bubble butt in circles. “From here, it feels like your dick is in my ass, fucking me.”
“Or, you’re fucking my dick with your ass.”
“Bullshit -”
“Shut up and fuck.”
The Asian bottom raised himself to the tip and dropped, burying Brandon’s eight-inch root in his hot tunnel. He did it again. And again. Soon the dorm was filled with the echo of flesh slapping flesh. Alex added his own pig-like squealing to the cacophony when his roommate grasped his slim hips and started fucking upward into his willing ass. When he could get a thought going, Alex thanked whatever deity there was that it was early in the morning and their neighbors on both sides were heavy sleepers; if either one hadn’t been true, then the entire floor would have been privy to just what was happening in room 305.
This was their daily routine, and had been ever since the two had met over a year ago on move in day. Their alarm would sound at six thirty, and they would dash across the hall – Brandon often nude from the waist down – to relieve the pressure of their bladders. Then, the minute their door closed, the two males would climb into the same bed, and one or the other would sink his turgid erection into the others willing anus, not stopping until their morning wood had been sated. At seven, they would hit the gym together and separate at eight for classes. Between school, work, activities, and their respective social lives, they often wouldn’t meet again until nine or ten at night. Two hours of studying later, they would turn the lights off and Brandon would penetrate his friend one more time, falling asleep only after painting Alex’s rectum with an abundant amount of sperm.
Alex was in his own world with his sphincter stretched and his thin seven inch dick keeping a steady drumbeat on Brandon’s abs. His prostate was consistently being pummeled by the black boy’s knob. Right now, Alex wasn’t having any trouble understanding how so many people got addicted to Brandon and his skills between the sheets. He might have that hypnotic stare, but it was easy to tell that he didn’t rely on it completely. The man truly knew how to fuck. Be it topping or bottoming, man or woman, young or old, he could sense his partner’s hotspots easily, and he knew when and how to target them. He knew when to be easy, and he knew when to fuck someone into the floor. His confident and even dominant nature carried over to his life, and that aura alone was enough to attract nearly anyone he desired. The way he was instinctively in tune with his partner’s sexual needs was so precise that the only way Alex could describe Brandon was as a living sex god.
Before Alex even needed to ask, Brandon had flipped them over without pulling out and really started to pound his bare cock into the the willing ass below him, hooking Alex’s feet over his broad shoulders. The California surfer boy was moaning like mad with his sphincter stretched almost painfully wide.
“What do you think Mel would think?” Brandon growled as he curled his fingers around Alex’s drooling prick. “You on your back, legs in the air, taking as dick the same way you like to give it to her? Moaning the way she’d moan when she’s about to cum?”
“Oh god…” Alex answered.
“How’s it feel with my dick fucking your ass?”
“It feels so good…” Brandon sped up his stroked on Alex’s cock.
“How’s it feel know that any minute now, I’m gonna fill that ass with so much jizz, it’s gonna be running out all day long?”
“Fuck…”
“That’s right. You know I’m not wearing a condom. You know I like to mark my territory. I like to feel my dick soaking in my jizz while its in your ass. Whose ass is this?”
“Your ass.”
“Who gets to fuck this ass?”
“You do.”
“Anybody else gonna fuck this ass?”
“Never.”
“Anybody else gonna spray in this ass?”
“No!”
“Who’s gonna cum in this ass?”
“You are!”
“You want my cum in your ass?”
“Yeah!”
“Tell me! Tell me to fucking cum in your ass!”
“Cum in my ass, shoot your fucking load deep in my asshole…” Alex was unraveling fast, and Brandon was not far behind.
“I’m gonna cum in your ass, empty my balls in your ass, blow my seed in your ass, in my fucking sperm hole, you filthy cum dump!”
It was too much. Alex’s shaved boner shuddered hard in Brandon’s fist and started spraying his thin ejaculate everywhere. The contractions of Alex’s rectum was enough to jump start Brandon’s own orgasm. True to his word, Brandon pushed himself balls deep and let loose his large thick load into his roommate’s bowels with a deep groan. The rippling of Alex’s rectum acted like a vacuum, sucking Brandon’s spunk out of his fat tube and deep into his intestines until nothing else would flow.
Brandon let his cock soak in its warm syrupy bath. They were panting from their exertions, and both could hear and feel Alex’s guts churning as Brandon’s sperm flowed deeper into Alex. Brandon finally pulled out when his meat began to soften, allowing Alex to drop his legs and hide his battered asshole from view.
“C’mon dude,” Brandon said cheerfully. “Time to move.”
“Sorry, but I just got the shit fucked out of me, so forgive me while I take a minute and catch my breath.”
“Seriously? You’ve had your eight hours. Get up.” Brandon pulled on a pair of boxers.
“Brandon, not everyone uses sex as their coffee. Some people use actual coffee to wake up.”
“You’re joking, right? Sex gets the blood pumping. Coffee just stunts your growth. Fucking is a workout that you can’t possibly dread!”
“I don’t dread the sex,” Alex drawled, “I just dread you after the sex.”
“Fine.” Brandon flipped the switch on the coffeemaker. “If you’re not up by the time I get out of the shower, I’m gonna fuck you again.”
Alex moaned in defeat as his roommate left. The man was a taskmaster and had a hard on for time. Alex’s mind flashed back to the first – and last – time he hadn’t believed Brandon’s threat. That had been one exhausting and exhilarating Saturday morning he’d spent with Brandon’s ebony schlong buried inside of him, filling him up with load after load of spunk and milking him for all he was worth. Alex pushed himself upright.
For the second time that morning, sweat was pouring down the faces of Brandon and Alex. This time, however, they were in the gym, making their way around the indoor track. The 5’10 black boy was running in just blue shorts and tennis shoes, leaving his defined chest to glisten in the lighting.
“Dude, what was up with the dirty talk this morning?”
“Huh? Oh, that. I was brushing up for Becky.”
“Who?”
“Right, I forgot. Becky’s the one who works on the top floor of the library.” Alex continued to give him a blank stare. “The one I told you acts prim and proper but keeps a pink dildo suctioned to her chair behind the desk?”
“Oh yeah. Shit, you’re still seeing her?”
“Hell yeah. She’s almost as freaky as I am.”
“Right. Top floor.”
“Exactly.”
“I still don’t understand how you keep all those names and faces straight in your head.”
“Simple. I have superior brain power. Go ahead and be jealous.”
“I would say, ‘you’re an ass,’ but you already knew that….”
“Yep. But I got too much ass coming in to really give a shit. Anyway, I’m gonna hit the showers. I’ll catch you later.”
“No you won’t. I’m spending the night with Mel, remember?”
“Shit man, I forgot. Don’t forget to drink your coffee, big man! Wouldn’t want you falling asleep on her.”
Alex ignored the jibe and kept going as his friend disappeared into the lockers. His mind wandered freely. Most guys would have had trouble reconciling themselves with Alex’s situation, with the pressure of dating a beautiful and deserving person like Melissa, yet still having sex with their male roommate. It would be a tough pill to swallow since it would bring up painful questions about one’s sexual orientation. Alex, however, had not questioned himself once.
It was simple in his head. He was – in his heart, mind, and body – completely straight, no questions asked. Sexually and romantically, all his emotions were tied to the female gender. His relationship with Brandon was completely platonic, excluding the fact that they fucked every day. It wasn’t a mark against his straightness; he had never desired to know what sex with another male would be like. This was him helping out a friend. Brandon had an abnormally high sex drive, part of a package deal with his particular set of skills. Without constant sex, Brandon would have been too busy jerking off to be able to function as a normal human being, made only worse by the fact that Brandon was in possession of a sharp mind. And if nothing else, Alex was unwilling to see a good mind go to waste.
Of course, the fact that he was guaranteed to get his rocks off – regardless of whether Mel was in the mood or not – was only icing on the cake. And Brandon wasn’t egotistical when it came to sex; just as often, it was Alex’s stiff seven incher disappearing into Brandon’s tight starfish. That was a hole that Melissa had definitely not allowed Alex anywhere near.
A cooling trickle began to make its way down Alex’s inner thigh, having escaped his reddened anus four laps ago. ‘Right on time,’ he thought as he made his way to the showers.
Brandon Edwards shifted in frustration as he placed the canned green beans back on the shelf. This wasn’t appropriate at all. Here he was, at work, sporting a semi. Today was a rare day that Brandon cursed his high libido, wondering how he could be so unfortunate. Thankfully, at the moment, he was squatting down but as soon as he finished, he might embarrass himself. With two other people in the aisle, he couldn’t adjust himself, meaning his only option was to pretend to be insane and squat-walk all the way back to the register.
It wasn’t his fault that he was about to pop wood in public. Things had been going along perfectly fine. Sure, both of his morning classes had decided to drop a quiz on him unexpectedly, but that was life and it was no big deal. The material was engraved on his skull. He’d been looking forward to his ‘lunch date’ with Becky. Unfortunately, his phone had rang right as the library building came into sight. And of course, it was his boss, demanding that he show up to work three hours early, meaning that fun time with the naughty librarian had been canceled in favor of his wallet.
It wasn’t like he needed the money for school. Thanks to a high GPA, a few scholarships and a couple of grants had taken care of everything. But Brandon deserved some of the finer things in life, like cash in his pocket, gas in the tank, movies and such. And women; there was no way he’d have a reputation as a cheap date.
Things were bleak in Brandon’s world as he finally stood up, thankful to the gods that the aisle was finally empty which gave him a chance to point his dick upward in his pants. Becky was unavailable for the rest of the day, and with his roommate at his girlfriend’s tonight, his two for-sure nut busters were gone. He could take care of the problem himself, but he hadn’t needed to since discovering how to get others to do it for him. His brain started to trail off as always as he made his way back to the registers.No doctor had been needed to tell him that he was above average; he’d gotten the hint about his high libido in middle school when he got the uncontrollable urge to stroke his considerable six inch prick in the school bathrooms between classes. Every class. The sudden influx of hormones brought on by puberty combined with the arousing sight of nearly every female in his class had spun him nearly out of control. His teachers had been alarmed when one of their top students had suddenly stopped paying attention in their classes, preferring to stare blankly out the window instead. Brandon’s grades had dropped like a stone in the water. Conferences were held with his parents, teachers, and counselors to no result. Brandon finally was referred to a therapist, who got the clue from the young man’s constant shifting in his office.
At first, they tried to tell the youngster not to do that in public. His response had been furious and embarrassed:
“I don’t! You think I like to do it? I just ask to go to the bathroom!”
After several unsuccessful attempts to talk the young man out of it, special arrangements had been put in place for him. His parents were informed of everything; his teachers instructed to allow the young man to leave class for ten minutes, being told nothing more than it was a ‘medical condition.’ Like magic, Brandon’s grades improved. And so, Brandon was allowed a special pass for each class, as long as he kept his grades up. He kept his grades high so he could keep the pass.
He wasn’t stupid, and he knew the other kids weren’t either. It took a while, but they finally figured out why Brandon needed the pass. The rest of middle school passed with students refusing to shake his hand, touch him, or even sit near him. Jerome Sanders led the brigade committed to making Brandon’s life hell.
High school was the chance he needed to get away from the ridicule. It was perfect in every way. Across town from his old middle school, very few of his old classmates would be joining him, giving him the chance to start over. Three years of beating off as fast as possible meant that Brandon could hit the bathrooms, blow a load in the toilet, and still get to class within the seven minutes allowed. And he could be quiet about it too, a necessity in a bathroom of other boys who knew what masturbation sounded like. Things were absolutely fine, until he realized that Jerome had joined him at Ledbetter High. The first day had nearly broken him, when Jerome started to spread his rumors around. Things would change again two weeks later.
Gym being the last class of the day, Brandon preferred to hang behind and spend extra time working on his free throws. It wasn’t that he particularly cared about basketball, but he needed the showers to clear out so he could empty his balls again before his clubs started. Just because Jerome was slowly smearing his name didn’t mean that he had to leave any basis for truth.
Like always, the lockers were empty by three thirty. He knew he had at least half an hour before the sports teams started showing up. As the heavy door closed behind him, Brandon stripped as he walked. The thrill of being naked brought his erection to full mast, and it swayed back and forth like a divining rod, leading him to the comfort and safety of the open showers. He wasn’t long in scrubbing off the grime before he closed his fist around his throbbing member and went to work. The strokes were quick and furious. He needed it today, and badly.
“Whoa dude. Take it easy, or you’ll break it.”
Brandon spun and was filled with horror at the sight of an older teen standing in the doorway, just as naked as he was. He was white, probably a junior or senior, standing about 5’8 with a swimmer’s build and an average cock that was standing erect and pointing proudly to the sky.
“Sorry man. Didn’t mean to scare you. We all do it in here at one point or another. Look, I’m Pete Mills.”
In a few quick strides, Pete had crossed the room and extended his hand. Without thinking, Brandon removed his main hand from his penis and offered it to the other boy. Instead of shaking it though, Pete dropped his hand and curled his fingers around Brandon’s cock.
“My, you were close,” Pete cooed as he slowly stroked the foreign dick. “What had you so wound up today?”
“Cheerleaders,” Brandon blurted out. He was still in shock at being interrupted during a private moment, and now having his most prized possession stroked lovingly by someone else.
“Ah. Those short skirts do advertize a lot, don’t they?” Brandon groaned in response, feeling the fist grow tighter. “Feels better when someone else is taking care of you, doesn’t it?”
“Uh huh.” That was all the freshman could manage through the fog in his head.
“I bet. They were in every class, weren’t they?” Brandon nodded, now so lost that he couldn’t even make basic sounds. “That’s a lot of stress. I don’t think its all going to come out by hand.”
Brandon watched the older boy lower himself to his knees. Pete stared at the cock, watching the clear fluid seep out. He swiped at it with his tongue, processing the flavor. Then, without a word, Pete wrapped his pink lips around the head, holding the ebony monster steady by the base. Pete looked up at the freshman who was watching him, winked, and slowly slid his warm wet mouth down the shaft until his lips were kissing his fist. But he didn’t stop there. He took a deep breath and one by one, Pete lifted his fingers and gobbled down the exposed shaft until Brandon’s balls were resting on his chin, all eight inches of the youth firmly encased in his greedy mouth and throat. Pete could see the shock on Brandon’s face at how easily he had swallowed those thick inches, mixed with the unmistakable pleasure of being completely engulfed.
But Pete had not finished with his signature move yet. With that large penis lodged in his throat, Pete forced himself to swallow around the invader. Then he swallowed again as he reached up and started fondling the tight ball sack, his other hand fisting his own cock. He kept doing this until on the tenth swallow, Brandon’s beef rocket fired, sending jets of piping hot cum directly to Pete’s stomach. His eyes widened as he felt the volume of sperm being pumped into him from the bucking tube. His own cock was expelling it’s slimy contents all over the freshman’s feet.
After nine powerful blasts, Pete pulled Brandon out of his throat and milked the final dribbles out onto his tongue. He made a production of showing off his covered tongue, and then swallowing the salty jizz, moving his tongue around to prove that it had actually been eaten.
“Two things,” Pete said. “First, common courtesy states that you’re supposed to tell your partner when you’re gonna blow.”
“Sorry,” Brandon muttered.
“Luckily, I like to swallow, so all is forgiven. But some people might start choking. Which leads me to the second thing; when was the last time you jerked off?”
“Uh… lunch?”
“Lunch today?” Pete stared in shock.
“Yeah…?”
“Dude, that’s not normal. What’s on your feet is normal. Shit, that’s more than most guys put out in two or three days!”
For the rest of the year, Brandon and the senior would meet in the showers twice a day – before and after school – to share in a male on male sexual rendezvous. Brandon would learn several things from the self-professed ‘Peter Eater’. Among them: the art of deepthroating; the sensuality of feeling a male phallus stretch his sphincter; and the eroticism of feeling male sweat dripping on his back as he grunted, shuddered, and deposited a warm sticky load into his bowels.
Their daily meetings would lead Brandon to two startling revelations about himself. First, he would learn that orgasms with a partner didn’t just feel better, but they actually eliminated the need to jerk off between classes. Controlling himself now was a breeze.. Secondly, Brandon would come to understand that he enjoyed same-sex sexual encounters. The male phallus was a wonderful and sexy creation, as were its warm fluids. Nothing could have stopped him from lapping at the head of Pete’s cock as the spunk oozed and pulsed out, hot and buttery to his taste buds. Nothing was more erotic than watching the piss slit flare open and spit its contents all across his face. The stark contrast between his milk chocolate skin and the chalk white lines always got him raging hard again.
Nevertheless, even though he could control himself for an entire day, Brandon could feel his member start to firm up at three fifteen, and by the time the clock struck half past, the final shot came with a second bounce from below his belt. Thankfully, Pete was always waiting, eager for another round of Pork Sword Swallowing.
Brandon pulled himself off autopilot when a customer approached his line. As he scanned her items, he hid his appraisal behind a polite smile. She wasn’t exactly a model, but she definitely could turn heads. Light skin, a cute face, full lips curled into a smile, and full hips – a sure indication that the rear-view would be fantastic. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough time to seduce her; otherwise, Brandon would have loved to feel those lips sliding back and forth on his soldier. ‘Shame too,’ he thought, watching her ass shimmy and shake in her tights as she left. He knew that soft ass would have felt great in his hands as he pounded her from behind. He saw the little tease pause at the door and look back, catching his eyes glued to her bottom. She winked and disappeared, adding even more of a twist to her walk.
That was the final straw. The semi he had been fighting against now raged at full mast. Brandon needed relief, and he needed it now. It didn’t matter if it was a guy or a girl, he needed to plunge into something hot wet and tight and he needed to do it soon. At this point, he was even willing to settle for the diminished comfort of his palm. He was finding it hard not to press his dick against the solid counter in a crude and desperate simulation of intercourse.
Luckily, Brandon’s manager chose that moment to show up and relieve him for lunch, before he could start testing the boundaries of proper behavior. Perfect timing. He would have thirty whole minutes to scare up a victim. Give ten minutes for a combination of hunting, seduction, foreplay, and convincing his partner to give public sex a shot, and he still had twenty minutes to pound out a fantastic ball buster. Or, should he strike out (and it seemed like today would be the day), that was still twenty minutes he could use to crack out two or three mediocre nuts. Food could wait – his dick needed feeding.
Brandon hurried to the office. It was such a shame that he couldn’t catch up to that wide-hipped cock tease, because he surely would have liked to punish her for driving him to this point. He grabbed his card, punched out, and dropped it in the box while turning. Unfortunately, on this day of misfortune, Brandon collided with someone who had bent over in front of him. And as he slammed into that poor soul, he realized what was going to happen, just a moment before his erect tool was pressed firmly into the soft backside.This chapter ran too long for my liking. Chapter 1b not far behind. Remember, comments and criticisms are welcome; assholes can just get fucked.

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Harry Potter 11 Thankful Thanksgiving

Thankful Thanksgiving
The next few weeks went buy dull. After searching the room of requirement a hundred times over, Harry went and made Kreacher and asked Dobby to help look. Harry awoke the morning of thanksgiving and decided to skip breakfast and search the room. Harry slowly opened the door and stepped inside. Pavarti and Padme Patil were inside at the back of the room and had not noticed Harry enter. Harry crept down the isle and hid behind a bookcase.
“We need to find a place to put these before someone finds them.” Harry heard one of them say. “There’s this cabinet but it looks to open. How about behind that stack of books?” the other one replied. Harry tried to look better to see what they were hiding, but they had their backs to him. Harry just stood there quietly, watching and waiting. They moved over to the stack of books one of them pointed out and put something back there. “We could get one more use out of them.” one of them stated and the other just smiled and reached behind the books.
They both pulled their cloths off and walked over to a bed Harry noticed that just came out of nowhere. They lay down with their knees touching and their pussies were inches apart. Harry finally saw what they were hiding when one of them pulled it out into the open. Harry saw a pink double-headed dildo that had to be 10-12 inches long. The one toward the bottom of the bed put it to the opening of her pussy. She pulled the middle of the dildo and it seemed to slide right in. The other sister did the same thing except she seemed to have a little trouble but it slid in nevertheless.
They both lay down and grabbed the top and bottom of the bed, whichever end they each were at, and pulled themselves apart. They then pushed until the dildo was buried into both of their pussies. Harry was hard as a rock by now, took his cock out, and stroked it slowly. They moved faster and faster until they both screamed at the same time and released their grips. Harry just stood there waiting for what seemed like an hour, when he checked his watch in fact only 15 min past, when he heard them both start to snore.
Harry decided he would like to have some fun to so he walked over to the side of the bed. Harry just noticed that they were indeed twins, everything was the same even the triangle pussy hair, with the same size breasts. Their breasts were allot bigger than Ginny’s and Hermione’s put together, although laying down he couldn’t tell exactly how big they were, so he decided to caress the one toward the top of the bed. Harry bent his head lower and stroked her nipple with the tip of his tongue; she gave a moan of pleasure.
Harry reached down and pulled the dildo out of both the pussies, considering it was falling out anyways, and stuck three fingers in. Her pussy was nice, hot and wet around his fingers. Harry pulled them out and in as fast as he could while sucking on her tits. Harry figured it was not fast enough so he rotated her until her pussy was at the edge of the bed. Harry got down on his knees and stuck only two fingers in this time. He gave her pussy a little flick of his tongue and started going at it. Harry pushed and pulled his hand as fast as he could, after a minute or so he decided thought to himself, “Why should she have all the fun? They are twins after all.” Harry got up, after a little wine from the first twin, turned the second around like her sister, and put them side by side. He then got back down, put two fingers in each pussy, pushed them in and out in a back, and forth motion. He pushed his right fingers in and as he pulled them, out he would push the left hand in.
Both girls were bucking their hips in unison and moaning, “faster” Harry was surprised to hear this because he thought they were sleeping but he had expected it eventually because he did not know anyone that could sleep through this. Harry moved his hands as fast as he could but it didn’t seem to be enough so he pulled his hands out and took off all of his clothes while looking at them in their eyes. He then climbed on top of the first girl and slid his dick into her. Harry noticed the other one got up and went off somewhere. Harry looked around for her while he was fucking her sister. She came back from the stack of book wearing a dick. Well it was a strap on dildo. Harry figured she was going to use it on her sister’s ass so he tried rolling onto his back but they both just held him there on top. Harry did not think anything of it so he kept pounding away.
Harry could feel something wet on his asshole but before he could turn around, he felt a dick shoved into his ass. It was the most uncomfortable thing Harry had ever felt so he stopped humping and tried pulling it out. The girl underneath him just grabbed his arms and held him in a firm grasp. Harry started enjoying it pounding into his ass. Harry decided to keep fucking along while being fucked. All three of them were moaning and groaning loudly. Harry felt the pressure fill up in his balls and he pushed hard and deep into her. Harry’s cum just exploded into her. It was the most powerful orgasm he had ever felt. He pulled out of her and fell to the side releasing the cock in his ass. The other sister was not done yet so she took the cock off and strapped it to her sister.
Harry had gotten dressed while the two sisters continued fucking. Harry slipped out of the room, went back to Gryffindor town, and sat by the fire. “Harry, Harry wake up.” Harry had fallen asleep sitting in the chair. Ginny was shaking him awake and asked him where he’d been. Harry told her he was just searching the room of requirement all morning. It was now closing on lunch and Ginny just sat on his lap before they went and ate. When lunch came, Harry was starving this time and they walked down to the great hall together.
They sat down across from Hermione and Ron waiting for the food to arrive. Harry could already smell the pumpkin pies baking for the feast tonight. After eating, they all went to the room of requirement to do some more searching. Harry went first to make sure the coast was clear, to really look for the Pavarti twins, and they stepped inside. They all searched all over until diner was ready and they left. As they walked, they started talking about the Horcrux not being in there and it might be in Slytherin somewhere. They sat down and the food popped up in front of them, which consisted of turkeys, hams, casseroles, beets and stuffing along with other items. Harry ate as much as he could save some room for pies. After diner, they all went up to their common room to rest. Ginny and Ron knocked off early with everyone else but Harry and Hermione was not tired so they started talking about the Horcruxes.
Hermione and Harry were sitting across from each other talking. Hermione bent over to pick up Crookshank, who was rubbing her legs, and her top fell open. When she sat straight, again she did not seem to notice her nipple was hanging out in the open. Harry got hard right away, which made a tent in his robes. Hermione noticed right away, looked into his eyes, and followed where his glare was. She looked down and noticed her nipple hanging there but instead of covering up she, after putting the cat down, got up and down in between Harry’s legs and released his cock. Hermione put it all into her mouth and sucked on it like a pro. Bobbing her head up and down was a beautiful sit to Harry but he wanted to do something with his hands so he bent over and cupped her breasts from the sides.
Harry looked down as his cock entered and exited from her mouth. Harry grabbed he head slightly and leaned his head back, with his eyes closed, to enjoy the sensation. Hermione released his cock and removed all of her clothes. She then climbed up on Harry’s lap and sank his cock into her pussy. It was a loose fitting, but it felt, and Harry grabbed her hips and helped her up and down on it. Both Harry and Hermione threw their head back and started panting. Hermione also gave some moans every other plunge. Harry reached up and cupped her breasts, giving each nipple a twist. After a few more bounces Harry reached around and shoved his finger up her ass. Harry then grabbed her ass, with his finger still buried, and pulled her down so he could come in her.
After getting dressed and cleaned, they went off to bed. In the next couple of weeks, they had checked the room of requirements but found nothing so Harry decided to give up and try something else after the holidays. Hermione was going home for a few days and then meet up with them at the burrow on Christmas day. That would give her some time with her parents and then some time with the Weasleys.
To Be Continued.….

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harry potter 2 A Ride on the Night Bus

Harry awoke the next day feeling refreshed. Hedwig was asleep in her cage. He looked at the clock and it said 7:25 so Harry got up, dressed, and started packing for the trip to the Burrow Harry decided to take the knight bus there because he couldn’t apparate yet. Harry would be taking his test in about a week with Ron since he failed his first try. Harry pulled his trunk to the front door and set Hedwig’s cage on top of it. He turned to his aunt and uncle and said “goodbye” His uncle just grunted. Harry could not even look his aunt or uncle in the eye after seeing what he saw last night. Dudley on the other hand gave Harry a dirty glare as to say, “I know it was you” but Harry just grinned and turned to the door into the morning air. He decided to call for the bus at the park since there were not that many houses around.
Harry reached the park and looked around to make sure that no one was around and then pulled his wand out. “BANG” A double-decker bus showed up out of nowhere and came to a stop right in front of Harry. Stan was not the greeter this time since he was in jail still on a trumped up charge. Instead, was a beautiful blonde-haired woman about 19 years old and was a knock out in Harry’s opinion. “Welcome to the knight bus ‘even though it’s daytime they have got to change the name of this bus’
Transportation for the stranded witch or wizard, I am Eva and I will be your conductor for the day,” the woman proclaimed. Her voice was beautiful and if Harry did not know, better he would claim she was a veela. Harry helped her hoist his trunk up into one of the compartments and took the stair to the second level to where there was only a little girl, she looked to be about 15, and Harry decided to sit right next to her. “I’m Rose and blimey you’re Harry Potter, I’ve heard about you. You defeated HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED” Rose said happily. However, all Harry could think about was how Hermione had said about the same things to him in his first year.
Rose just started talking away about her life and within a half an hour he thought he knew everything there was to know about her. Harry was listening with his eyes wandered down to her breasts. “Not bad” Harry thought to himself. Her breasts stuck out quite a bit and she had plenty of cleavage. She was wearing a white halter-top with a black Minnie skirt. It was obvious to Harry that she was not wearing a bra. Harry accidentally dropped his wand and Rose said she would pick it up. She bent over in her chair, reached for the wand, and fell face first onto the floor. Just then, Harry got a good glimpse of her bald, pink pussy. Harry got instantly hard and tried to hide his erection by pulling his cock up so it does not bulge out and the waistband could hold it for him. He had just got it straightened and pulled his hand away before she turned around all red in the face and gave Harry his wand back. Harry asked her if she was all right after that little fall.
All Harry could think about that pink pussy and started thinking of a plan to see it again. Harry pretended to go to sleep. He closed his eyes with them open up just enough to see through them. He then let his hand slowly roll out of his hand and onto the floor. Rose looked at him then whispered “he must have fell asleep boor boy” and this time she decided to get down on her hands and knees first and then reached for the wand. “BANG” the bus came to a halt in front of the leaky cauldron and someone got off. The wand had rolled a little down the bus and Rose crawled after it. Just then, Harry had gotten an idea when the events of last night popped into his head. Harry pulled out his cock and crept up on Rose whose but was sticking up into the air. Harry just grabbed her hips and jammed his cock into her brown eye. She squealed loudly as Harry started pumping her ass.
After a few strokes, she started getting used to the feeling of his cock pounding into her and started moaning. “Harder, faster bring it on big boy. Show me why you’re the chosen one” rose screamed out. Harry was just encouraged to pump faster and faster. Harry could feel his balls swell up. He knew he was about to explode so Harry grabbed her hips and slammed it hard in the ass and just exploded into her. Harry just collapsed onto her feeling relief. Just then, Eva came up the stairs to see what the commotion was and saw Harry lying on top of Rose. Eva walked over to them and lifted Harry up and rolled him over onto his back. Eva was but naked by now and Harry figured she must have used some spell to do it. Eva stood over Harry’s head and told him to start sucking while she started sitting on his face. Harry stuck his tongue out as far as he could and tongue fucked her. Eva reached around, grabbed hold of Harry’s limp dick, and got it hard right away. She then spun around and started sucking Harry’s dick. Harry reached above his head to where his wand still laid and grabbed it. He took the fat end of it and shoved it into Eva’s pussy. She squealed like a stuffed pig. Harry withdrew his wand almost all the way and shoved it back in. Eva was enjoying this and more, Harry could tell by the moans coming from her mouth.
Harry told her he was about to cum but she just started sucking harder and faster. Eva stared panting fast then all of a sudden, Harry was all wet. Eva had come all over Harry’s face, which just excited Harry more, and he exploded into her mouth. After the last drop, Harry and Eva stood up, Eva pointed her wand at Harry and in an instant, he was dry and clean. Harry looked over at Rose and she seemed like she had passed out. He just shrugged and headed down the stairs followed by a fully clothed Eva. “Next stop the Burrow,” said the bus driver then “BANG” Harry was looking out at the burrow at the end of a long driveway. “Locomotor luggage” Harry said and hid trunk followed him off the bus. Harry turned and Eva smiled and said, “Please use the knight bus again” and Harry could swear she gave him a wink right before the bus took off.
To Be Continued…

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Space Voyeurs

Space Voyeurs
The USF George S. Patton Jr. hurtled through space at incredible speeds. Silent and seemingly lifeless, it rotated slowly, a giant drum on four spindles and a central stem of polished steel. The stem was composed of mostly engine, with a rotating bridge at the front of the ship, and round thin fins at the rear. The drum was composed of sleeping and working quarters. It spun at a slow rate to maintain gravity on the long trip ahead of it. The four spindles looked delicate from the front or rear, but a side view showed them to be massive, and structurally sound, like the conning tower on a nuclear submarine. The spindles attached the drum to the central ship. The ship itself could detach from the drum for planetary landings, or in case of emergencies, make the rotating drum a safe rotating satellite which could maintain itself indefinitely.
Areas like the bridge used an artificial gravity, but the energy required to maintain such gravity was enormous. So such gravity was limited to the bridge itself and a few critical areas such as laboratories and the medical unit. All other areas were subject to spinning gravity or weightlessness. This made frame 35-475-0-A , the hold of the ship, one of the most popular places on the ship. It was an excellent place for weightless basketball, weightless football passing, and weightless sex. It seemed that the only one who didn’t know this was Jack Martin, captain of the Patton.
The Patton was en route to Wolf 359, a planet 7.7 light-years from Earth. The Patton had been en route to Wolf for over six years. At just under the speed of light, they had three more years until they reached it if they stayed on course. The Captain wanted to make sure they did. Ensign Clark was a navigator, the best on the Patton, in the Captain’s opinion. Of course her firm breast and long red hair had something to do with his opinion.
“Ship, I need to see Ensign Clark please.”
“Aye, Captain,” the computer said. An image of Ensign Clark suddenly appeared on the large view screen at the front of the bridge. She was facing the nearest camera. She looked like a magnificent Medusa, with her red hair straying out in all directions, as she slowly rotated in front of the camera. Her knees were pulled up beneath her. Her naked breast bounced as a man fucked her from behind. They were both floating far above the hold deck. Wooden crates and plastic stasis packs littered the area below. Captain Martin blinked several times, then gasped as what he saw imprinted itself on his mind.
“Computer, end transmission,” he said hurriedly. Only Dr. Carrie Dillion remained on watch. She blinked at the screen slowly, then turned, giving him a sensuous smile.
“You did ask to see her,” Carrie giggled.
“Yes, I know,” Captain Martin said in a tired voice. “Sometimes I feel so damn old.”
“Fifty isn’t old. You have a lot of admirers on the ship,” Carrie said.
“Like Doctor Ramstein, the oldest living scientist on your team. Hell, the oldest in space anywhere.”
“No, I was thinking of somebody a little younger. Thirty perhaps.”
“Who the hell would that be . . . you?” he asked nervously.
“Yes, actually.”
“You can’t be serious. Why look at me and look at you. I’m a wrinkled old coot. You’re a goddess.”
“Oh, that does it,” she said, leaping to her feet. “I’m fucking you right here on the bridge,” she hurried to his chair. He looked at her with wide eyes, too frightened to move. “Computer, show the image of Ensign Clark again, and lock down the bridge,” she said as she approached the Captain.
“I don’t . . . I . . . My god,” he said as Dr. Dillion opened her blouse and dropped it on the deck. Her beautiful bulging breasts were magnificent in her lacy white bra. She reached behind herself and released the bra. Captain Martin ogled her breasts for a moment, then his eyes went to the front of the bridge. That was no better. He now had a magnificent view of Ensign Clark slowly rotating forward in space. He was viewing her back and ass. A young man was pumping his long cock into her pussy with great vigor, while holding her hips in a firm grip so she wouldn’t fly away. Her ass was forced out of shape momentarily, then jiggled back into shape before he slammed his hips back into her ass again.
“Zero gravity does horrible things to a woman’s figure,” Captain Martin mumbled.
“Yes it does, especially over a long period of time,” Dr. Dillion said as she unzipped his jumpsuit. He looked down to find her completely naked. He averted his eyes for a moment, then took a closer look. She was beautiful. Not just her face, she was beautiful everywhere.
“My god,” he whispered in awe.
“Help me with this thing,” she said angrily. He stood and she pulled the zipper all the way down. Before he could sit, she yanked his jumpsuit down around his ankles. She yanked open his shorts and claimed his throbbing cock in her warm, greedy hands. With a smile of anticipation, she sank her head into his lap and clamped her lips over his cock. He hissed and came up off the chair. His eyes went back to Ensign Clark on the view screen. He was seeing her from below now. She was holding her knees up beneath her abdomen. He could clearly see the man’s cock sliding in and out of Ensign Clark’s pussy. She had a large pussy with a fringe of brown hair.
“Oh, oh, Ohhhh,” he moaned as her exquisite lips slid up and down his cock. Was there a better feeling in the entire universe? It had been so long since he had felt lips like those on his cock.
“That feels like heaven,” he said in a whisper. Her eyes lit up as she looked up at him. He had never realized that her eyes were so blue. A Captain got little sex on a trip, and not all that much between trips. Only a woman who liked her privacy would marry a ship’s captain. A woman who loved things, rather than men. Like his wife, the ice queen. She collected stuff, his stuff and her stuff. It was all bought with his Captain’s pay. If she was lucky he would die a horrible death and provide her with a large life insurance policy.
“Fucking bitch,” he growled.
“What!” Dr. Dillion was outraged.
“Not you, my wife,” he said with a laugh. “You, my dear, are absolutely perfect. In fact I just decided to get a divorce.”
“That’s good news,” she said with a smile before closing her lips over his cock once more.
She bobbed up and down on his cock, spreading fire between his legs. This was the first trip with civilians in the crew. There was a law against a captain fraternizing with officers who worked for him. On a ship that was the only kind of officers he met. But civilians were open territory. He planned on spending a lot of time going through their ranks after today.
“Let’s make love,” he whispered. She climbed to her feet. She sank her naked ass down onto his lap. “Oh yes,” he gasped as her hot pussy slid down over his throbbing manhood. Inch by inch was encased in her hot, moist flesh. An ungodly heat enthused his loins as she sank completely over his throbbing penis. She settled with a little wiggle of her ass, and just sat enjoying the feeling of his throbbing flesh filling her hungry pussy.
“Bridge, turn off the artificial gravity,” Dr. Dillion spoke softly.
“Yes, doctor.” They felt the difference immediately. Like a car speeding over a sharp hill, their hair lifted and the blood rushed to their heads. They began drifting out of the chair, as Dr. Dillion gently rose and fell in his lap. He clasped his hands around her waist and drove her back down on his penis as she rose. In a moment their actions blended into one easy, gentle movement. Neither had to strain as she bounced on his lap.
Once again Captain Martin’s eyes went to Ensign Clark on the screen. They were now doing a 69 as they slowly rotated in space. “I hope he didn’t cum in her before he started that,” Captain Martin whispered.
“Some men don’t care. Some men like the taste of their own sperm.”
“You’re kidding,” Captain Martin made a face.
“No, not at all. And I’ve never met a woman who didn’t like her own flavor.”
He slid his hand between her legs, then raised it to her face. She moved to engulf his finger with her greedy lips. She sucked her juices, then smacked her lips.
“That is so fucking sexy,” he whispered.
His cock rentered her sweltering vagina, sliding all the way inside her very slowly. She slid his cock out, also slowly, then sank back down again. Once his cock was fully inserted, she sat for a moment, then slowly began sliding forward and back on his cock. This was perfect. It was more stimulation for her, and less for him. Anything else would have caused him to orgasm instantly. He laid back and let her control their lovemaking. She was very good at it. Her pussy was extremely wet, and so hot he could hardly stand it. He had fucked a woman with a fever once, and Dr. Dillion’s was similar. The heat and moisture were just incredible. Her pussy made a wet, swishing sound as it slid on his cock. Her almost hairless pubes felt good against his pelvis. And those breasts! How could a woman be so perfect? As Dr. Dillion began whimpering, he knew she was having an orgasm. He gasped in alarm. In desperation he tried to lift and lower her on his cock, but it was too late. She came with a shudder and a scream. With her back arched and head thrown back, she shuddered and cried until her orgasm abated. He sat watching in awe and disappointment.
“I don’t know any man who doesn’t like a hot, tight ass,” she smiled. “This is all for you,” she mumbled over her shoulder. She lifted her pussy off his throbbing cock and grabbed his cock as she sank back down. He felt his head pressed against her anus. His eyes widened hopefully. He saw the look of pain cross her eyes as his cock penetrated her ass. She held her body still until her ass widened enough to let him in. With a hiss of pain, she drove her ass down on his cock, then squealed and paused, waiting. Just feeling her hot ass on his cock was almost enough to make him cum. But he held off through sheer will. He wanted to feel that hot anus bouncing on his cock. He wanted to feel it shooting thick cum up into her ass.
“Oh,” she said uncertainly as she began riding up and down on his cock. He watched that perfect ass between his hands.
Captain Martin knew his cock was filling her virgin ass to the breaking point. He couldn’t believe she was doing this for him, and he appreciated the gesture.
“Oh, I kind of like that,” she said, turning her head slightly. “It feels kind of warm inside me,” she admitted. He watched the gentle sway of that mane of blonde hair. He watched the perfectly formed rounded globes of her ass, and felt the intense heat of her ass enveloping his stiff cock. It was the best fuck of his life. Suddenly it was all too much. His balls clenched, filled with fire, and exploded. He pumped his load of hot cum into her ass and she cooed like a baby. She arched her back and leaned back against him. He inhaled the fragrance of golden hair and soft skin. He touched her body, then moved his hands to her breasts. He suddenly realized, by her movements on top of him, that her fingers were circulating in her pussy. It didn’t take long for her to gain another orgasm. She lay panting for a moment, then pulled off his flaccid cock.
“Oh that was good,” she smiled and kissed him. He wished that he could take the credit, but she had done all the work.
She sat looking down at him and he realized that she actually glowed, kind of like an angel. He also realized that he was he was floating up near the ceiling. So was every pen, piece of paper, electronic equipment, clothing, wrenches, and hair clips on the bridge.
“Oh god,” Dr. Dillion laughed.
“Computer, contact maintenance about a gravity malfunction on the bridge,” Captain Martin said as he retrieved his clothing. They were both fully clothed and dressed before maintenance arrived.

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Return To Bad Wolf Bay (Eleven/Rose)

Originally published by Almanorek at FanFiction.net under the Title ‘Eleven/Rose Oneshot’
This version of the text has been edited for grammar and spelling by ‘Last Centurion’. It includes
numerous small changes as well as some larger changes such as referring to the Doctors as the Meta Crisis Doctor, the Tenth Doctor’s Duplicate, and just plainly the Doctor instead of Eleven or Ten as originally written. Other changes include and increase in explicit language. I believe that these changes for the whole are better and take a decent story to an entirely different level.
In Rose’s Timeline this is set immediately after ‘Journey’s End’. In the Eleventh Doctor’s Timeline this is set immediately after ‘The Doctor’s Wife’.
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“But… What? No, that’s impossible. Why would he?…” Rose stammered, staring at the slowly materializing TARDIS that was manifesting itself mere feet away from where it had left minutes ago. She grasped the Meta-Crisis Doctor’s hand tightly, anxious and confused.
The blue police box turned quiet. The turning of a lock was heard, and Eleventh Doctor stepped out of it, adjusting his bow tie, with a grin on his face. “Rose Tyler! Wonderful to see you. You don’t look a day older than when I left. Come to think of it, neither do I. You’re… Also wearing the same clothes. Interesting. And…” He turned his head to his right. “The indent that the TARDIS made in the sand is still here. Rose, how long have I been gone, exactly?”
“About three minutes, give or take. It’s quite odd, really. You made a big speech and basically said I’d never see you again. That is you, right, Doctor?”
“Three minutes?!” The voice came from inside the TARDIS. Amy stormed out, an angry look on her face. “You leave a little girl waiting outside of her house for a crazy man in a box and don’t come back for a decade, but you can hop across universes and return to your girlfriend after being gone for three minutes?”
Eleven took a step back, then quickly recovered. “Ah, yes, Rose Tyler, meet Amy Pond. Amy Pond, Rose Tyler. Do try and get along. Maybe you can bond over a mutual, irrational, ludicrous hatred of bow ties.”
The Tenth Doctor’s Duplicate had a bewildered look on his face. “How exactly did you get here? You can’t travel between parallel worlds like this. The void isn’t meant to be crossed.”
Eleven broke out into a large smile. “Ah, yes, well, the void wasn’t crossed. During our travels I received a psychic distress beacon, which led me to a pocket universe that fed on TARDIS’. Long story short, that universe is equidistant from our original one, and this one. Our TARDIS, long story short, informed me of this when Pond here saw me, erm, a bit sullen, and suggested that we try and reunite, ‘after all this time’.”
Amy crossed her arms. “I expected two years of difference, not three minutes.”
“Yes, but now we have two Doctors and one Rose, me. How exactly are we going to deal with this?” Ten took a step closer to Rose and put an arm around her shoulder.
Eleven rubbed his hands together with anticipation. “Ah, yes, see, wonderful thing about that. Turns out that Donna, your Time Lord-y other half, was keeping you ‘stable’ so to speak. Not that you’d fall apart into ectoplasmic goo, or anything like that, but you’re sort of like a drawing without an outline at this point. No harm done until someone comes along…” He walked forward, and placed a hand on Ten’s temple. “And mixes the colors…”
The light of regeneration began to pour out of the Meta-Crisis Doctor. It burned jets of flame into the air, which curved and began to flow into the Eleventh. Rose stepped back, bordering on horror, as her Doctor’s duplicate melted away, leaving only one Doctor where there was once two. Eleven stretched and yawned, emitting a few crackling noises as he twisted. Rose ran forward and grabbed him by his tweed jacket. “The thing. The thing you said three minutes before. Does it need saying?”
The Doctor placed his hands on Rose’s hips, the fire of love rekindled in his eyes. “No, I don’t think it needs saying. But I’ll say it anyway. Rose Tyler, I love you.”
The two embraced, and deeply kissed each other, while their assorted companions watched, awkwardly.
“I’m sorry, did I miss anythi-” Rory cut himself off as he stepped out of the TARDIS and watched the events unfold. “Ah, yes. Yes I did. Who is that girl and why is the Doctor trying to devour her face?”
Jackie looked around. “Should… Should we go? And leave you two to each other? This feels rather odd. I mean, I’m happy for you, really, but I feel like maybe we should get off of this frankly gray and boring beach.”
Rose pulled away from the Doctor, blushing. “Jeeze, mum, could you give us some privacy?”
Jackie turned away. “No, don’t mind me, dear. I’ll just go with your father and we can have icky adult sex back home.”
“Mum! I didn’t need to know that!”
“And I didn’t need to see you snogging with the Doctor!”
The Doctor straightened his bow tie. “In my defense, I did, by your perspective, save the human race just a few minutes ago. And I’ve done a lot since then, too, I don’t mind mentioning.”
Pete fished through his pockets and procured a jingling key ring. He tossed it to Rose, who eyed it curiously. “There’s the key to our house. You two run along. I’m no fool, I know what’s going to happen. But you’ve earned it. Both of you. Things are peaceful here, for the most part. We can spare a day without the Doctor.”
Amy and Rory watched, bewildered, as the scene unfolded. The former spoke up. “Oy, Doctor, what exactly are we supposed to do while the two of you shag? We don’t exactly know what’s going on in this ‘second’ Earth. What if I eat some fish fingers and grow a second head?”
The Doctor turned to his current companions. “You two have nothing to worry about. It’s a parallel Earth. Parallel. Not perpendicular. Not orthogonal. This is simple geometry, Pond. The only problem you have to worry about with fish fingers is mercury poisoning. And only if you get that cheap imported kind.”
Without a word, Rose grabbed on to the Doctor’s sleeve and began pulling him away from the shore. Amy called after him, though she was quickly calmed by Rory, while Pete and Jackie held each other. Jackie sighed. “I suppose I’ll have to do extra laundry tonight.”
Whisked away from the companion of his friends and her family, the fated couple made their way to Pete’s estate, which the Doctor noted had been changed significantly since the last time he had seen it, on account of restorations necessary for the damage done by rampaging Cybermen. Rose unlocked the front door using the key her father had given her, and with the same force, pulled the Doctor inside and locked the door behind him.
“Well, Doctor, welcome to my home. It’s not exactly bigger on the inside, but it’s still pretty bloody big. And it has just as many rooms as the TARDIS.” She grinned at him. “Let’s go see how the bedrooms compare, shall we?”
She pulled the silent, but willing man up a large, ornate staircase, down a twisting corridor, and into an amphitheatre of a bedroom. In the center lay an enormous, plush bed, covered in red silken sheets and blankets. The pillows were thick with the feathers of some unknown bird, and covered in velvet of the same color. The entire piece of furniture was draped in a large transparent curtain that Rose disappeared behind, becoming a silhouette.
The Doctor looked around, curious. He saw a wall made entirely of doors. Presumably closets. On his left, a dresser. A single drawer lay open, out of which a floppy purple dildo leaned. On his right, a hot tub, currently empty, though surrounded by so many spigots that he doubted it would take more than five minutes to completely fill. The sides were entirely perforated, implying that jets would come on in every direction.
He returned his attention to the shadow of his long lost love by the bed, which began removing pieces of clothing from itself. It then proceeded to lie across the bed, and hold a hand out, beckoning him. “Come on, Doctor. I’ve had an itch for a long time now, and I need you to cure it.”
From Rose’s point of view, the Doctor moved off to the right, then came back, quickly. “What were you doing?” She smiled at him questioningly.
“Erm, nothing. Taking off my glasses.”
“And you left them by the dresser?”
“Yes. The dresser. It’s where I put all of my glass-related eyewear. Now, you were saying?”
Rose giggled, then placed a hand onto the Doctor’s chest. “Doctor, tell me, how long have you wanted to be in this position?”
He placed his over hers, and looked directly into her eyes. “Oh, for the longest time, Rose. But between the Daleks and the Cybermen and the adventures that seem to last forty-five minutes at a time, I just couldn’t find the right moment.”
Rose rolled onto her back and splayed her arms out, turning her head to continue facing him. “Well… There aren’t any evil monsters now. Come save your damsel in distress.”
He leaned over her, running a hand through her hair. “And what exactly is distressing her?”
“She’s sick. She needs a Doctor.”
The Doctor lowered, his lips landing on hers. Rose met to meet him, forcefully pushing her face at the one she had waited years to touch so intimately. With her right hand, she grabbed a handful of blanket, and then rolled to her left, landing on top of the Doctor and pulling the covers over the both of them.
From on top, Rose pressed her groin into his, rubbing cloth on cloth, feeling him get hard beneath her. She allowed herself to fall onto his chest, instead using her hands to feel his oddly shaped hair. “Is it always like this or do you use some kind of gel now?”
He grabbed her hands in his and pulled them downwards. “Have you always made fun of the way I looked or is it just now?”
As he let go, her hands moved to caressing his shoulders, while his snaked under her shirt and felt her breasts under her bra. He reached to her back and unclasped it, then rolled back, straddling himself above her. He began to rub her from underneath, feeling her nipples harden from the stimulation.
“Alright, Doctor. Surprise me.” Rose flashed a smile, and then pulled one of the pillows onto her face, obscuring her lover from her vision, but still reacting to every feeling of him touching her.
Without seeing, Rose felt her pants being removed. They slid down her legs, which rose into the air ever so slightly as they passed over her feet. Her panties only came down far enough to reveal herself to him. Her pussy lips flared out slightly and she felt the Doctor run his finger up and down them slowly. He brushed his thumb brush against the patch of light blonde hair she kept above her pussy. She was so wet from his teasing.
She then felt herself being entered, bucking ever so slightly at the feeling of his cock. The Doctor settled inside of her. He then began to thrust in and out, rhythmically. She clenched the pillow to her face, allowing its scented velvet to fill her nostrils.
Rose fell into the rhythm herself, forcing herself forward as he went inward, trying harder and harder to touch her groin to his, but it seemed as if she could never reach it. Regardless, the two picked up pace. Rose began to moan from pleasure.
She climaxed, arching her back hard and throwing her arms out to her sides, crying out. The Doctor slowed, stopped, and pulled himself out from her. She pulled the pillow off of her face. “What, was I not good enough to make you finish too?”
From behind his back, he pulled out the purple dildo he had seen hanging out of his dresser on the way in. It was slicked with fluids. “Look familiar?”
“You sneaky bastard. So, what, you’re not going to do me, then?”
“Oh, no, Rose Tyler, I intend to. But not here. No, not here. Over there. To my right. About nine feet.”
Without another word, the Doctor spun off of the bed. Rose watched his silhouette run off and begin encircling the hot tub, leaning down slightly. Rushing water began to echo through the room, and with each of the Doctor’s steps, another pouring chimed in.
Rose stepped out of the bed’s curtain, wearing only a shirt now, panties around her ankles, to see the Doctor turn the final faucet on. Water was rushing in to the hot tub from dozens of spigots, and was filling quickly. Still silent, the Doctor took a single step into the hot tub and allowed himself to sink, making a small splash and settling against one of the walls.
Rose took another step forward. “You’re mad!” The Doctor was still wearing his clothes, which were now completely soaked.
“Yes, I’m a mad man with a box come on we’ve been over this already now get in the hot tub.”
Rose stepped out of her panties and took her shirt off. Completely nude, she began to turn the nozzles off one by one. By the time the last one was shut, the hot tub was full. Before finally stepping in, she pressed a single button by its edge. Jets began to fire from every inch of inside of the tub, creating a cacophony of bubbles and force. She then settled down next to the Doctor, who put a wet, tweed-covered arm around her shoulder.
The Doctor removed himself from her and began to remove his sopping clothing, tossing the pieces one by one over the side of the tub, causing them to land with a wet ‘flop’. Now just as nude as her, he returned his arm to her shoulder, pulling her close.
Rose twisted to face him, and climbed on top of his lap, pressing his hard member against him with her groin. Her hands landed on his shoulders and made their way downwards, caressing his arms. Neither of them could wipe the stupid smiles from their faces.
“Not so fast, Rose Tyler.” The Doctor pushed forward, causing the two of them to drift briefly in the water. He grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, facing her forward, guiding her towards one of the larger jets of water.
Rose’s pussy approached the jet. Immediately, she lurched forwards, throwing her arm over the edge of the tub, grabbing for support. Her lower body writhed as the rush of fluid coursed over her, stimulating every part of her entrance and giving her the sensation that she was being pumped full of someone’s seed.
Bent over and exposed, Rose looked behind her to see the Doctor finally lining himself up with her. He pressed the head of his shaft to her besieged entrance and pushed forwards, entering her and causing her to shake further.
Rose, entranced by the stimulation, forced herself backwards, impaling herself further on the Doctor’s cock, causing him to stumble from the surprise. His shaft flared, causing him to lock into her. Rose bucked forward again, pulling him with her, the stimulation becoming too much for her.
Rose’s arms and legs gave out. She collapsed forward against the wall of the tub. The Doctor, still tethered, awkwardly fell on her back. He lifted her off of the wall, and carried her, still plunged on him, to a section of the hot tub where the jets were less intense. He lowered himself onto one of the underwater benches, Rose landing on his lap.
Recovering, Rose acknowledged that the Doctor was inside of her. She began to grind herself back and forth on him, causing him to squirm from the pleasure. She grinned, and pulled herself up a few inches. The flare, which locked her to him, tugged harshly. The Doctor cried out as he rose up to follow her movement.
Rose giggled, and settled back down onto him. She gyrated back and forth in place, taking care not to move in such a way that would tug on the flare. The sensation was enough for the Doctor, who was beginning to regret his initial plunge and began to feel himself grow closer to the edge.
The Doctor climaxed, firing thick streams of cum into Rose. Her insides grew even hotter than the surrounding water, and the stimulation caused her to finish as well. She cringed from ecstasy and cried out in pleasure. She slumped backwards onto him. The change in angle caused his cock to slip out of her. It flicked back and forth, tossing the last few drops of seed into the water in front of them. Thoroughly exhausted, the two slumped against the sides of the tub, allowing them to slip off into slumber.

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and so son I am now allowed to tell you the family secret…” My father said I wry smile on his face as he stroked his chin in front of me, silence filled the room as he let my excitement grow before his very eyes

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Harry Potter 12Christmas Snowballs

Harry, Ron and Hermione started their holidays by sitting down at the kitchen table with Mrs. Weasley, Fleur, Gabrielle and Lupin. Mr. Weasley and Bill were still at work and the twins would be joining them in a couple of days. Percy still was not talking to anyone from the family. Charlie was going to be there on Christmas Eve. It was nine at night but no one felt the least bit tired. They all drank hot apple cider while chatting about Voldemort and his followers; and what they were up to. He was now trying to get goblins to follow him but with Bill’s pull in that community, from getting them allot of money, they turned him down. Voldemort did not like the idea so a couple of goblins were killed before the order arranged some protection for them.
Mrs. Weasley shooed them off to bed after a while and Harry/Ginny and Ron/Hermione were aloud to sleep with each other. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what was going on almost before they did. Harry’s items were in Ginny’s room waiting for him so he pulled on his nightclothes and turned to watch Ginny slither out of her Sunday dress she was wearing and pull on a silky gown. They climbed into bed and chatted for a while; they decided to pass on sex for tonight and just go to bed.
In the morning, they all got up and the twins decided to come home early so they all decided to go out side for some fun. Harry, Ginny and Ron were against the twins and Gabrielle in a little game of snowball fight. They each magiked a small fort in which to hide in and magiked snowballs to make them fly at each other. Harry was hit in the head a couple times trying to protect Ginny while she aimed snowballs at Gabrielle. Ron meanwhile tried shooting off two at the same time trying to hit Fred and George at the same time. He failed of course and got pummeled by a group of balls sent by the twins. Harry and Ron worked together, while Ron’s snowballs came from in front; Harry’s came from behind and nailed them. They then took aim at the fort, sent dozens of nice sized snowballs at their fort, and brought it down.
After a fun filled morning, they all went inside for some lunch, and to warm up, before going out for some Quidditch. Gabrielle was not too bad either but Harry’s team had won, as always, they played first to ten goals. The twins had to stop early because they had to go into the village and gather some items for the joke shop which left Harry, Ron, Ginny and Gabrielle to play together. They all decided to go inside for some hot cocoa and rest. Ron and Harry played a game of wizard chess while the girls sat and watched, talking to each other in whispers. Ron had won by only a small margin because Harry was learning Ron’s every move. “One of these days ill win.” Harry said to himself.
After the game the girls snuck off to Ginny’s room, they said they had to do something alone, so Harry and Ron went to see what Molly and Fleur were up to. They were not in the kitchen, basement or living room, considering they just came from there. They took a quick peek outside and did not see them anywhere so they decided to go up to Ron’s room and rest. As they passed Bill and Fleur’s room they heard some noise coming from inside. The door had been left open a crack so Harry went over to peek in.
Fleur was on her back completely naked with Molly in between her legs, naked also. Fleur was stretching and pulling on her nipples while her pussy was being eaten. Ron had whispered, “What’s going on?” but Harry did not hear him as he watched. Therefore, Ron got down lower than Harry and peeked in. With out realizing it both Harry and Ron had their hands inside their pants slowly stroking their dicks. “Oh Molly you are so much better than Bill at this.” they heard Fleur say but Molly just nodded her head and kept on eating. Harry noticed her ass staring them straight in the face so he looked between her legs and noticed her pussy lips opened up and dripped liquid from inside.
This gave Harry and idea so he slowly pushed open the door while Ron looked on in shock. Harry released his cock, which had been straining to get out, and got down behind Molly and shoved it into her pussy. Molly stopped in shock to look behind her but when she saw it was Harry she just smiled and turned back to eat Fleur out. Ron figured it was ok by now so he also whipped his cock out and climbed on the bed. Fleur opened her mouth and willingly took it. The four of them started up one nice orgy working in unison.
Molly’s pussy was so damn loose around Harry’s cock so he decided to pull it out and slide it into her ass. He pumped it into her ass then placed it into her pussy to get it wet some more. Then he planted it back in her ass, he kept this up for a while. Meanwhile Ron had his entire cock planted inside of Fleur’s mouth. Ron decided her head movement was not fast enough so he positioned his waist right on top of her face and fucked her mouth up and down as fats as he could. Ron rested his waist down on her face while he released his cum deep into her throat. Harry noticed this and not to be out done he pulled his cock out and gave it a few strokes to make it shoot across Molly’s back and up to Fleur’s mouth.
Harry and Ron then left to go to Ron’s room. They each fell asleep on a different bed and fell right to sleep. Molly opening the door and stating that diner was ready waked them. When they made it down stairs, everyone was home including the twins, Bill and Mr. Weasley. After diner and a quick chat about what else had been happening, the four young ones went up to Ron’s room. Harry lay down on his bed and closed his eyes to think. He then felt someone open his pants and pull them down. He just kept his eyes close and enjoyed the mouth making him hard again. The mouth had then released and he was about to open his eyes when he felt someone climb into bed and plunge their pussy down on him.
Harry noticed that it was too tight to be Ginny but before he could look he heard “Fuck me, I need you in me.” coming from Gabrielle. Harry snapped his eyes open and looked up and sure enough, Gabrielle was impaled on him. Harry looked around for Ginny and noticed she was naked on Ron’s bed with Ron fucking her brains out. Therefore, Harry grabbed Gabrielle’s hips and pulled her up and down on his dick. Gabrielle bent over and put her breasts to Harry’s chest. Harry looked over and Ginny was now doing the same thing to Ron.
All of a sudden, Harry felt something move on the bed but Gabrielle was blocking his view. He then felt some thing touch his dick from inside Gabrielle’s pussy. Harry looked over at the other two and noticed there were three. One of the twins had his cock buried inside Ginny’s ass. Harry figured the other twin was on his bed fucking Gabrielle in the ass. Harry just though this was better and picked up his speed. Harry pulled down on her ass to push as far as he could and came deep into her. Harry could feel the twin on him cum to when it dripped down on his cock. Once the other twin was finished they left, and Gabrielle and Ginny switched partners.
Harry was now with Ginny and Ron was with Gabrielle. Harry was to limp to continue but Ginny wouldn’t take no for an answer so she got down between his legs and sucked him hard again. Harry figured Gabrielle had done the same for Ron because he was on top of her fucking her brains out. A couple of times her head had hit the wall and Harry giggled. Once Harry was hard, again Ginny climbed on top and planted herself on him. Harry wanted to be on top so he grabbed her and spun around on top. Harry pushed and pulled as fast as he could getting moans from Ginny telling him he was doing it right. Harry bent over, took her nipple into his mouth, and gave it and little nibble.
After they all finished they went to bed there naked next to each other. The next day the girls woke up and wanted a quickie so Harry and Ron obliged. Afterwards they went outside with the twins for another snowball fight that was cut short when Gabrielle was hit in the eye. The next few days were pretty much the same with a couple more orgies that involved the twins. On Christmas Eve Charlie showed up and told Harry, he could tell Hagrid his dragon was doing well.
On Christmas day, Harry awoke to plenty of presents. He and Ron had gotten sweaters again and some chocolate frogs from Molly and Arthur. Hermione had gotten him a really advanced book on the dark arts. Harry just threw away Kreacher’s gift because of what happened last year. Hagrid’s present was tooth-breaking sweets and Dobby gave him a little statue of Harry ridding on a broom. Ron gave him the new copy of play witch and the twins a new Skiving Snack box. Harry looked all around but Ginny had not given him anything, which he though was weird.
They both went down for breakfast after Ginny came and got them. Harry asked her where his present was and she told him she would give it later. After breakfast, they all sat in the living room and had some fun discussions, because Voldemort was never mentioned. Hermione showed up after lunch had finished and joined in a real game of Quidditch because they had enough players. Ginny had to join Fred, Gabrielle, Fleur and Bill while Harry, Ron, Hermione, George and Charlie teamed up. Ron and Bill were keepers, the twins were beaters, Gabrielle/Fleur and Hermione/Charlie were chasers, which left Ginny and Harry to be seekers.
Harry’s team had won spectacularly 210 to 70 because Ron was still having problems with his nerves and Harry was quicker than Ginny. Afterward they all went back inside to eat diner. Mrs. Weasley Made a big diner that they needed two rooms, one for the food and one to eat. They all had a merry old time talking and playing at the table. Ron had reached for a turkey leg and went to sit back down, but the twins had their own idea and made his chair disappear. Ron fell and took the tablecloth with him who pulled all the food toward him but Mrs. Weasley caught the food before it hit Ron and the ground and magiked it back to the table. She also gave Fred and George a stern yelling while everyone else laughed.
After diner, Harry followed Ginny back to her room where they got undressed and climbed into bed. Ginny climbed on top of Harry and sat down on top of his cock. Ginny wanted to wait on the sex. She leaned down, put her lips to his ears, and whispered, “I’m pregnant.” She leaned back and Harry just stared at her. He had no idea what to say to that. He asked if anybody else knew and she told him, her mother did, that is why she allowed them to sleep together. However, no one else had been told before she could tell Harry.
Harry grabbed Ginny by the shoulders, pulled her down onto his chest, and embraced her in a tight hug. Harry rolled Ginny onto the bed beside him and felt her stomach. “Come to think of it,” Harry said, “there is a little pooch here.” Then he kissed her on the stomach and laid his head down. He no longer wanted sex, he just wanted to lay there and hold her.
The next morning when everyone was at the breakfast table they told everyone. Hermione was the first to jump up and rub Ginny’s stomach. Everyone was excited for them except Ron; he had hoped to beat Harry to at least becoming a father that is why he sent the condoms. The next day they would be going off to school so everyone packed that night so there are no surprises the next day. Harry awoke in the middle of the night because he had to go to the bathroom. He crept out of the bed not to wake Ginny and slid out the door.
He made his way down to the bathroom and did his business. Just as he was shaking off the door had opened. Fleur was standing there, naked, with cum dripping out of her pussy. She seemed half-asleep and went right over to where Harry was sitting on the toilet and sat on his lap. She pissed right between his legs right onto his cock, which had gotten hard right away. Harry felt his cock slowly started entering Fleur’s pussy. She did not even seem to notice she had a cock entering her. She started moving her hips back and forth. This just made Harry harder and he grabbed her hips and moved her up and down. It took a little effort but she obliged him and started ridding his cock.
She was wet and hot inside her pussy. Harry guessed a good deal of cum was still in her from Bill fucking her. Harry reached around and cupped her tits in each hand, which made her lean back on him. “Oh god yes” was all Harry could her as he pounded her, or rather she pounded him. Without any warning, Harry just let his sperm fly into her pussy without stopping her. When his dick finally got soft and fell out is when she stopped bouncing and got up and left. Harry just sat there for a second to compose himself and got up to leave. The door had flown open once again but this time Molly stepped in but she looked wide-awake.
Harry’s cock was still hanging in the open. She just walked over, dropped to her knees, and started sucking him off. It took a few minutes but Harry was hard again. Once this happened Molly lay on the floor and spread her legs wide open. Harry removed all of his clothes and lay down on top of her sliding her nightgown above her tits. Harry took his cock in hand and slid it slowly into her pussy. It seemed tighter this time for some reason. Harry pushed in as far as he could and pulled out until him cock was about to pop out. He pushed in as fast and as hard as he could. “Fuck my pussy raw. Please” Molly whispered in his ear.
Harry withdrew and pushed harder and faster with each stroke making her slide on the floor a little. Harry bent his head down in mid stroke and bit her nipple, which made her yell out, “yes” Harry gave each nipple the same attention back and forth. Harry then lifted both of her legs up onto his shoulders and started jack hammering into her. Molly started yelling out it was hurting but when Harry tried to stop she told him to keep it up. After a few more strokes, Harry gave her what cum he had left. Harry rolled off and closed his eyes to catch his breath.
Harry must have fallen asleep because when he opened his eyes the sun was rising. Harry closed his eyes again to will himself to get up when his cock started getting wet again. Harry just laid there enjoying it before they climbed up on him and slid his dick into her. Harry opened his eyes and looked up to see Gabrielle sitting on him. Harry just laid there and let her do all of the work because he was just to tired. He closed his eyes again and grabbed her hips to help guide her. After a couple minutes, she stopped and Harry thought she was done but then he felt a pair of legs on the sides of his head. He tried looking up but all he could see was a pussy coming down. Harry just grabbed the hips (which he recognized as Ginny’s right away) and steered her to his face. Harry stuck his tongue deep inside her pussy while Gabrielle started bouncing up and down again.
After a few minutes, Harry felt Ginny tighten up and he felt a warm liquid slide down his throat. Ginny’s cum tasted good to Harry, which just made him cum in Gabrielle. After composing themselves they all went to get packed for school. Gabrielle was going back to Beauxbatons and the rest were off to Hogwarts. This time since everyone could apparate to Hogwarts they would get there from Hogsmeade. It was a teary goodbye but they all made it to school unharmed.
To Be Continued.…

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this is my new series i have been working thanks to all who belived in my first writing and a special thanks to J.J for his help