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Sick Sisters

Michelle and Cary were sisters closer than any before them. Cary (23) had always admired Michelle (22) to the point of infatuation. Cary had to be around her little sister at all times, even as kids, so she could fantasize about a future with her. Now both girls are on their own and are living together while Cary goes to college and Michelle modeled. Cary couldn’t be happier that her blissfuly unaware object of her affection was sleeping in the same room as her. Both Cary and Michelle had distinct secrets; Cary was a lesbian by night, Michelle was a hermaphrodite by birth.
Cary knew all about her sisters penis/pussy combo and planned on somehow, someway, taking advantage of it and her so that all of her lustful dreams may come true.
It was a sunny summer afternoon on the balcony of the girls’ high up apartment, Michelle was admiring the lovely world around her, she was very close to nature. Cary was fumbling with a large clock she had just purchased online and was bringing it in after it was delivered. She moved it near the balcony so that the light would reflect off of the stain glass interior of it. She had however forgotten to mention it to Michelle while in her blissful state and she she turned to come inside, she cracked her head straight into the large woodan clock. She fell quickly and cary came to her aid. Michelle was unconcious, so she dragged her over to her bed and lay with her until she awoke. She thought about this being the perfect time to finally have her way with her, but scolded herself for thinking such a sadistic thing.
However the image of her beutiful sister laying serenly and hopeless on her bed got her hot…very hot…She needed to release herself badly. She began fingering her already damp pussy fiercely, moaning aloud as she pictured Michelle and herself making sweet love. Cary loved masturbating in nude, and thought she probably wont awaken in many minutes so she swiftly disrobed and continued pleasuring her hot cunt, moaning Michelles name.
Michelle must have heard something because she began to stir, unbeknownst to her sister. She awoke to find Cary, fully nude, sucking on her cum covered fingers. Cary realised her sisters awakening and greeted her akwardly, but to her suprise…
“Who are you…?” was the first thing that came from Michelle’s mouth.
Cary was stunned, but tested the waters, “Michelle hunny, you don’t remember who I am? Do you know who you are?”
Michelle pondered a second, “No…Aparently not…”
Cary was first scared, but that thought fled quickly as she thought of what power she had now.
“Well…Michelle…beleive it or not you have just been sent to me as part of a slave trade…Thats right…I bought you over the internet and now your home with me…”
“A…slave?” Michelle questioned fearfuly
“Why yes,” Cary responded, pointing to the box that the large clock came in, “A slave, you arrived this morning and just awoke. They must have had a bumpy ride over here…”
“Oh my…How could I not remember?” Michelle asked innocently.
Cary scoffed, “It isn’t my problem, the point is now I own your body so lets get this going…so come come, off with the clothes little slave.”
Michelle was baffled, “I don’t understand…”
Cary retorted, “Well then you must be stupid. Look around, does it look like I need a maid? I bought you as a sex slave bitch…”
Michelle gasped, “Oh god! I’m a whore!?”
“Not a whore, a slave, and for what I paid for you you better be a damn good one! Now off with the clothes!”
Michelle stared in disbeleif but dared not disobey her obvious mistress. She had no recolection of being a slave, nor of anything else, so she had to be right…right? In no time at att Michelle was reduced to her naked form, her 32c breasts, shaven pussy, and slowly growing 8 inch cock on prominent display. Cary eyed her animalisticly, her dreams so long eluded her but now were coming to life, Michelle had no choice but to submit to her every command. She shoved her roughly onto the bed and Michelle grunted weakly. Michelle began to feel powerless, like every muscle in her was abonding her as soon as her ‘civil rights’. Cary slowly climbed to her legs and focused directly on her cock. She took in in her fingers delicately, toying with it, forcing it to respond my hardening faster and faster. She traced a finger slowly and sencously up and down the now stiff rod and grinned.Cary positioned herself slowly over the cock and lowered her lips to it, at first teasing it with the tip of her tongue which spurred a gasp from Michelle, and then consumed it in her mouth. Michelle moaned softly but fearfuly in responce, squirming akwardly as this mysterious woman manipulated her body in a strange but oddly satisfying way. Cary dragged her full red lips up and down the stiff member. She twirled her tongue around and across the large pulsing meat in her mouth. Whithin moments Michelle was experiencing a sexual buildup like nothing she had ever felt before, and screamed aloud as she burst a torrent of hot thick fluids into Carys mouth. Cary gasped and pulled back, catching most in her mouth but much sprayed all over her wanting smooth face. She didn’t lick it off however, she relished in the feeling of her sisters thick cum all over her body, she wanted more.
“MMm bad girl you slutty slave…Your supposed to ask me permission before cumming.” Cary said scolding her.
Michelle obviously had no clue, “I’m so sorry ma’am! I had no idea about any of this…it all happened so fast…”
“No excuses,” Cary cut her off quickly, “And another thing, you will call me either Mistress or my Queen from now on.”
“Yes Mistress…” Michelle submitted.
With that, Cary grabbed a clump of Michelle’s smooth beautiful hair and dragged her to the bath tub. She ordered her to stay and masterbate herself while she got something. Michelle obeyed and quickly continued cumming, not yet recovered from the first time. She soon had a tiny portion of the tub filled with her cum. Cary returned quickly with a bottle of pills, but no clothes.
“These pills,” Cary explained, “Will help any man or woman cum even more than usual. At least four times as much. I want you to take two.”
Michelle soon realised that her mistress had some strange infatuation with her juices, she took two pills and downed them quickly before harm could befall her. Cary then took two herself and ordered her to lay down all the way on the large tub, and as she did, Cary position her sopping wet pussy over Michelle’s throbbing veiny cock. Slowly she let the thick meat enter her slimy slick cunt, both sisters moaning aloud as it did. Slowly but surely, she rode up and down on the slimey cum covered member, reaching up to fondle her perky firm breasts so to allow herself more pleasure.
“F…Finger yourself slut…” Cary commanded akwardly as she violated herself and her sister.
“Ohh…Oh god yes…mm yes my queen…” Michelle obediently obliged, not necessarily out of fear of punishment, but because she had herself become severly aroused and didn’t care what she was told to do. She reacher around her hard working cock and found her leaky wet pussy, firmly planting three fingers inside as she let out a loud moan.
Continueing this akward but satisfieng seesaw of pleasure, it wasn’t long until either sister was ready to burst. Cary and Michelle let out a scream.
“Michelle! Oh fuck yes cum inside me! Oh fuck yes cum all over us!”
“Oh god Mistress! I must cum! Oh god I’m going to explode everywhere!”
And with that the incestous duo unleashed a flood of both of their fluint, hot, thick cum all over the tub, and eachother. Cary dismounted Michelle and lay atop her, as they wrapped their arms around eachother and embraced in a passionate french kiss, rolling themselves in the now three foot tall pool of warm cum, becoming drenched in it hair to toe.
“Oh Cary…I want to be yours forever…” Michelle asked dreamily.
“What? You remember my name?” Cary asked shocked.
“Oh yes…” she giggled sweetly, “It all came back to me when you shoved my cock in your hot pussy…I just didn’t want to ruin the moment…”
They both sat up, dripping in their shared juices complelty soaked.
“Well…slave…the day is young, how about my mindless little slut licks her Mistress’ pussy…” Cary said seductivly.
“As you command, my eternal Mistress…” Michelle responded obediently, lowering herself for another round of hypnotic attraction.

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Fantasy

The Days After My Wedding (Part 3)

The Days After My Wedding (part 3)
by Britney Hoglund
I went inside after reading the letter. It was 11:00 and Jeff was still sleeping. I took the letter into our computer room where I copied it. Then I returned it to Jeff’s flight bag. I put the copy in my purse before sitting on the couch to reflect.
I still was in shock and didn’t know what to think. A million unanswered questions swirling through me. I couldn’t believe Jeff would cheat on me. I always thought he was so in love with me and that he had such a moral, conservative personality. But then, I thought that about myself before I met Todd.
The sex between Todd and me was just an adventure. Through it all, I remained deeply in love with my husband. It was a terrible feeling to think that not only has my husband been having sex with another women, but that he could of possibly fell in love with her. And if so, does he still love me? The thought brought tears to my eyes. I couldn’t bare thinking my husband loving someone else and not me.
A whole hour passed before a thought crossed my mind — a thought that should have come an hour ago. “Who is she?”
I took the copy of the letter out of my purse and held my breath before opening it to read again. I scrolled through the letter, going over the disgusting details again. I had a lump in my throat as I read. I felt jealous and sick when it came to the part about what they did on the night of my wedding.
I finally made it to the end of the letter which closed with, “Your secret lover . . . Lisa.”
“Lisa.” I said aloud.
I guess I read the name Lisa the first time but was in too much shock to contemplate it. There is no way this could be a coincidence.
“This could not be Lisa, Todd’s wife,” I thought.
I just sat there and let the thoughts swim around my head for another two hours when, finally, I heard noise from the bedroom. It was Jeff getting out of bed. I wasn’t ready to face him. I was still so confused about everything. I ran into the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the shower, disrobed and got in. A few minutes later I heard a knock on the door.
“Britney?” said Jeff.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I replied.
As I showered, I mustered the courage to go out and just pretend everything’s normal. After I got out of the bathroom and dressed, I found Jeff sitting in the kitchen in his shorts and a t-shirt, drinking coffee and reading the paper.
“Good morning, good afternoon, whatever it is, Jeff.” I said.
“Hi, honey,” he said.
I made him something to eat and I was somehow able to put everything in the back of my mind and act like I always do around him. He was going to work on another trip and had to leave at 7:00 p.m. I was looking forward to him leaving so I could think and stop pretending I don’t know anything.
His cell phone rang. He picked it up and looked at it.
“Oh, that’s my captain. The one I’m flying with tonight.” he said to me before answering the call.
Flipping open the phone, he said, “Hello,” and walked into the computer room.
I got up and hid around the corner trying to hear his conversation.
“Yeah, she’s home. I can’t talk to you right now but I’ll call you back on the way to work,” he said.
I could hear a female voice on the phone but couldn’t make out the words.
“I’ll call you back in about a half hour, Babe. Can’t wait to see you tonight,” he whispered.
I heard the voice continue.
“Okay, Babe. Stop that! You are giving me a hard on and I’ve got to go past my wife on the way out of here,” Jeff said, again whispering. “See ya tonight,” he said, shutting the phone.
I went back to the kitchen table and looked in the newspaper, pretending to read it. By the time Jeff entered the kitchen, he had his pilot uniform and was adjusting his tie.
“Sorry. That was Scott, the guy I’m flying with tonight. He was just calling to tell me . . .”
I just sat there and tuned out the rest of his lies. I somehow managed to keep a straight face, kiss him good-bye and exchange “I love you”s.
As soon as I heard his car pull off, I got up and ran down the hall and fell on the bed crying. I cried on and off for hours. In my whole life I had never felt so alone. My body was so weak from all the stress, and from having so little sleep in the past 48 hours. I felt horrible knowing what my husband was probably doing at that moment, and it was about 10 o’clock when I finally cried myself into a deep sleep.
It was 6:15 the next morning when my eyes opened again. I was really groggy and it took a moment for my brain to start functioning. Then thinking of the letter and the phone call, I hoped it was all a horrible nightmare.
I looked over and saw Jeff sleeping. My heart was broken, watching Jeff sleep on the other side of the bed. He usually falls asleep with me in his arms.
I got up quietly and walked into the kitchen. I looked at his bags sitting by the door. I didn’t want to see anymore but I was extremely curious and I needed to find out more. I dug through his stuff looking for more evidence. I pulled out his laptop and turned it on.
I did find something on the computer. It was the most shocking thing I have ever seen. All my questions were answered now. I just swallowed all my emotions that were now flaring even more than the day before. I copied it on a blank CD and put it in my purse with the letter before I got ready for work.
On my way to work I stared blankly at the road ahead, with no plan of what to do next. I just wanted to go through my day as usual.
I walked through the door and there were already tons of people getting off a big corporate jet. There was a line of probably 30 people and Todd was alone taking care of everyone from behind the counter. I hurried behind the counter and started handling everyone’s rental car, hotel, taxi, or other needs.
I went to the copy machine and though Todd was really busy, he stopped me for a second.
“Britney, is everything okay,” he asked with a look of very deep concern on his face.
“I don’t know, Todd. I’ll talk to you when we slow down a little, okay.” I said
Two hours later people were finally starting to dissipate. I just sat there, staring off in space, not looking at Todd. He scooted up behind me.
“Britney, please say something,” he said.
I’m sure Todd has been tortured the last 48 hours, with what happened the night before last, and with me not showing up at work yesterday.
“I don’t know, Todd,” I said , starting to tremble.
“What, Britney, did you tell your husband,” he asked in a panicky voice.
I looked into his concerned eyes — he has such a cute, little boy face — and all of the sudden I cracked a big smile. He looked at me curiously and I rolled my chair so my face was close to his. I gave him a soft kiss. He pulled back.
“Britney, please tell me what’s going on,” he said “What happened yesterday?”
I held his face with two hands. “Don’t worry about it now. Just kiss me,” I said quietly.
I kissed him softly for a moment and I opened my mouth inviting his tongue.
“Britney, tell me what is going on,” he said sternly, releasing his kiss.
I put my hand down on his crotch and began to rub his soft member through his pants.
“Don’t talk any more, Todd,” I whispered. “Just fuck me. I want you to fuck me now.”
We continued kissing and I felt his cock starting to grow in his pants. I undid his belt and zipper and pulled his cock out. Stepping back, I quickly slipped off my shoes and took off my pants. I was standing behind the counter in just my dress shirt and panties.
Pulling my panties to the side, I climbed onto Todd and guided his member in my pussy, and started to slowly move up and down on his shaft. I grabbed his head gently and kissed him passionately.
Before, Todd was just a friend that I fooled around with — a partner with whom I played kinky sex games. But this time I was making love with Todd. All the feelings I’d had for the last few days — jealousy, anger, shame, humiliation, sadness — all the sudden went away. I continued to passionately make love to Todd. A moment passed when I almost said I love you. I refrained from saying that, knowing that it wasn’t the truth. But at that moment I did love him.
I withdrew my kiss and continued slowly moving up and down on him.
“Now I really feel guilty,” he said.
“Why now,” I asked, smiling.
“Because this is the way I do it with Lisa,” he said.
Just hearing him say those words was beautiful to me. I looked up at the ceiling and continued smiling.
“ Would you feel more comfortable if I went back to acting like a complete slut,” I said.
“Hold on now. I didn’t say I was not really enjoying this.”
“I’m glad you are enjoying it,” I said “But I agree we need to just go back to being kinky little fuck buddies.” I said
“Yeah, but I’d say this is pretty kinky, fucking here behind the desk when someone could come in at any second,” he said, and I laughed.
“Our lunch break is coming up. Maybe we should pay another visit to the maintenance room,” I said.
“Mmm, that sounds great. And then when we get done, will you tell me what happened yesterday? I know something is wrong by the look on your face this morning,” he said.
“Okay, I do have something I need to talk to you about, but let’s go on lunch break first. I want to go in that maintenance room and be your little nasty whore.” I said
“Okay,” he said, moaning “You have me really curious right now because I know something’s up. But you got my cock so hard that I’m really not worried about anything but fucking the shit out of you.”
I moaned at his comment, got off him and stood up. He put his cock back in his pants as he watched me bend over and put my pants back on. I looked at him again seriously and gave him a soft passionate kiss.
“Thank you, Todd, you are the best friend I’ve ever had,” I said.
“Ah, you too,” he said. I put my finger on his mouth.
“Don’t say anything else.”
We clocked out and met each other in the maintenance room. We tore off each others clothes. He began kissing me softly again and I pushed him hard against the tool bench. He looked at me in shock, and before he had a chance to think why I had just violently shoved him, I was on my knees with his cock in my hand. I put my mouth over it and I sucked hard and fast. My hand circled his shaft with a very tight grip as I jacked him off at a fast pace. I looked up in Todd’s eyes — his mouth was open — and moaned while giving Todd probably the best blow job he’s ever had.
I spit on his cock and looked him in the eyes as I licked it off.
“You are such a little dirty fucking slut.” he said.
I got up in his face. “I am a dirty slut, so why don’t you treat me like one,” I said.
“You want that?”
“Yes treat me like your little worthless fuck toy, just do whatever you want to me,” I said
“If that’s what you want, that’s just exactly what I’m going to do,” he said, grabbing me by my long hair and slamming me face-down on the table. Todd pushed hard on my head, pinning my face to the table, and I was bent over with my ass sticking out. He reached his hand back and shoved his middle finger up my ass, all the way to his knuckle. He finger-fucked my ass a few times and then pulled my hair, forcing the back of my head up. He pulled is finger out of my ass and stuck it in my mouth, repeated this several times.
“You like tasting your shit hole, don’t you slut,” he said.
Before I could answer, he almost lifted me off the ground by my hair and threw me down on the concrete, face down against the cold floor.
“Reach both of your hands back and and spread your pretty butt cheeks, so I can see your cute little asshole,” he demanded.
I did as I was told, my face on the concrete and both my hands spreading my ass apart. I was so wet and turned on. But at the same time, my scalp was aching from having my hair pulled so hard. I was a little nervous because I couldn’t see what Todd was doing behind me. I don’t think Todd would actually hurt me but . . .
Just then I felt a warm fluid hitting my ass. I kept my ass pulled open and I could hear the stream hitting my asshole. It felt so good, as Todd’s piss hit my asshole and ran in my pussy. Then Todd shot piss all the way up my back and into my hair before he clinched the muscles in his cock, forcing the piss to stop.
He reached down and pulled me to my feet, then put his hand on the top of my head, forcing me to my knees.
“Now your going to drink my piss, you slut. Your going to drink it like you did on your wedding day in your wedding dress. Only this time, I’m not going to be careful to not get you dirty,” he said.
I was on my knees. Todd grabbed the hair on the back of my head, forcing my face upward. My mouth was open, waiting. As he pointed the end of his cock close to my open mouth, he let a stream of saliva come out his mouth. It hit my forehead and slowly slid down my face like molasses.
His piss began, and it shot in my mouth and hit the back of my throat, making me gag. He released my hair, letting me put my head down to recover, and I swallowed a mouthful as my butt came down hard back on the concrete. He stepped back and continued shooting his piss. It hit my tits and he worked it down to my stomach.
“Your stupid husband don’t know that I’m standing here pissing on his naked wife, does he,” he said.
He continued shooting his piss all over my naked body — from my, tits, down my stomach, on my pussy, and all over both of my legs and feet. He stepped up and grabbed the back of my head again and pushed hard making the flow really strong. I closed my eyes as the stream hit me between the eyes and splashed off my face. As the flow weakened, he moved the stream on my closed mouth and up to my forehead and finally let it drip down all over my hair.
He stepped back. I had my head down wiping my eyes with my wrist.
“Are you okay, baby,” he asked.
I opened my eyes, and looked up. I smiled and nodded my head.
“I wish your fucking husband could see you right now, sitting naked on the cold floor drenched in my piss,” he said.
He walked up to me again. I was still sitting on the floor with one hand holding me up, the other still trying to dry my eyes. He turned around and put his ass up to my face.
“And I wish he could see me, right now, because I’m going to wipe my ass with his little slut wife’s face.”
Grabbing the back of my head, he forced my face in his ass, rubbing his asshole up and down my face. He finally released his grip and stood in front of me and bent over in front of my face.
“Get on your knees and kiss my asshole. Now,” he demanded.
I got up on my knees and kissed his butt hole. I kissed it several times, moaning each time I did.
“Now, I want you to eat my ass. And I want you to think how much you love your husband as you push your tongue in my asshole,” he said.
I grabbed his ass with both hands and I spread his cheeks apart. And I thought of Jeff and what I seen on his computer, and his fucking letter, as I rimmed Todd’s asshole. I did it for several minutes, getting such pleasure forcing my tongue in his asshole with those thoughts in my head.
I didn’t want to stop but Todd turned around and forced me to bend over the table again. He spread my legs and shoved his cock into my cunt really hard, He pulled my hair really hard again as he thrust in and out as hard as he could.
“AH AH AHHHHH,” I screamed. “Your cock is so much fucking bigger then Jeff’s. You fuck me so much better then he does.”
“I’M CUMMING, I’M FUCKING CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR BIG COCK, TODD,” I yelled at the top of my lungs as my body froze up and I felt the orgasm all the way through my body. My cum came gushing out and ran down both our legs.
He thrust in a few more times then pulled out and forced me down to my knees again.
“Get on your knees whore. I want to cum all over his wife’s fucking face,” he said.
Todd stood there jacking his cock close to my face.
“ I wish my husband could watch you when you cum on my face,” I said encouragingly. “I wish he could have watched you fuck his wife on his bed, wearing his underwear, and you fucking me up the ass in my wedding dress before I went and married him.”
I rubbed his balls as he jerked off, wanting to make him as horny as possible before he shot cum in my face.
“And I wish he was here now, and he got to watch you make me taste my asshole off your finger, and then drenched my whole body with your piss, and you sticking your big fucking cock in his wife’s cunt,” I said. “I could just see him standing there watching you.”
Todd’s whole body tightened. I stared at his cock watching it swell and looking like it was going to explode. It seemed like hours watching his muscles tighten before a huge stream of semen shot out the end of his cock, splashing right on the center of my nose. A second load shot out sending a long stream from the top of my forehead, all across the top of my head. I rubbed my clit staring at Todd’s tight grip emptying all the fluid in his balls onto my face.
Todd stepped back and we both looked at each other trying to catch our breath. A long stream of warm cum was dangling off my chin.
“You look like an original glazed Crispy Cream doughnut,” Todd said as he laughed.
I let out a loud laugh as I started to get to my feet. “Boy, I tell you to treat me like a complete whore, and that’s exactly what you did. Look at me,” I said.
Standing up facing him, my hair was totally drenched and piss was dripping off my naked body. My face was totally white with chunks of cum dripping off of it.
“You said that’s what you wanted, so that’s what I did, and you know you liked it,” he said.
“Oh yeah, I really liked it,” I said, “In fact, I liked it so much that I’m going to give you a big kiss now.”
I walked up to Todd and gave him an open mouth kiss, and swapped his cum from my mouth to his. I stepped back and his cum was dangling off his nose.
Todd and I cleaned the piss off the floor using a nearby roll of paper towels. Then I wiped my body and hair the best I could. We both put on her clothes. I was dry but I was still a complete mess.
“What am I suppose to do. I can’t go back to work looking like this,” I said.
“There is a shower in the men’s bathroom that the pilot’s use. You can go in there and I’ll make sure that if someone comes in that they don’t go in. I’ll tell them it’s out of order or something,” said Todd.
We walked back to the FBO only about five minutes late. We walked up to a glass door and looked in. There was a pilot waiting in front of the counter.
“Oh fuck,” I said
“Okay, I’ll go take care of him. You wait here and when he leaves you can sneak in the men’s room.”
I watched through the glass door where I couldn’t be seen and saw Todd gave him the keys to his rental car.
Then I headed to the men’s room to shower and clean up before heading back to the work counter with Todd.
“Todd remember how I had something to talk to you about,” I said.
“Yeah.” he said
“I have no idea how to tell you this, so I just want to let you see for yourself,” I said.
Todd’s face looked concerned as I took the CD out of my purse and I stuck it in the computer. I clicked on a WMP icon and the video popped up.
It started with my husband sitting on a bed in a hotel room.
“Hello. My name is Jeff and I am making this video because sometimes weeks go by and I don’t get to see my sexy flight attendant, and this video will give me something to jerk my cock to while I wait to get another trip with her.
Todd laughed.
“What the hell is this,” he said
All of the sudden Lisa, Todd’s wife, appeared on the video.
“Hi baby,” Lisa said into the camera. She started undoing his pants and took out his cock and put her mouth on it.
“Don’t let your wife walk in and catch you jerking off to this video of you fucking me,” she said smiling, putting her mouth on Jeff’s cock looking into the camera and she gave a jack off gesture. Lisa got up and tore off her clothes, and sat on his cock in the reverse cow girl position.
“And I want a copy of this too, so when Todd goes to work I have something to watch and get off on,” Lisa said into the camera, while bouncing up and down on my husband’s cock.
Todd grabbed the computer plug and pulled it killing the power to the computer.
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT,” he yelled.
“Todd I’m sorry, I found this note in Jeff’s pants while I was doing his laundry and I read it and then I just went through all his stuff, trying to find more evidence,” I said.
He tore the note from my hand and started reading it. His face went pale as he stared at the letter. When he was done reading, he crumbled up the letter and through it hard against the window before turning his back to me and leaning on a table. I watched him for a moment and I could hear him start to cry. I got up and went behind him and put my hand on his back.
“DON‘T TOUCH ME BITCH.” he yelled as he shoved me. I fell back and looked up at him. He had tears in his eyes, and his face was red with anger.
“Todd don’t get mad at me. We’ve been doing the exact same thing. Just calm down and let’s talk about this and try to figure out what we can do next,” I said.
“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do next. I’m going to go over to your house and take care of your fucking husband. That’s what I’m going to do next,” he said, storming out the door.
Todd jumped in his car and drove off and I followed him trying to keep up. It was two hours before we were suppose to get off work. I raced Todd down the interstate, I kept up with him in traffic, but as soon as he had an opening he was going over 100 mph and I fell behind.
I started to panic knowing that Todd was going to beat me home. He said he was going to take care of Jeff. What does that mean take care of him? Todd has about the maturity of a ten year old boy. He has been doing the exact same thing that my husbands been doing, but now the tables have turned and he can’t take it. I didn’t know if— take care of him meant kill him. I don’t think Todd could do that, but I have never seen someone as angry as he was when he left work. He looked like he was completely insane.
I knew I was going to have to call Jeff now, and warn him, and I would have to tell him that I know about him and Lisa, and that Todd knows that he’s been fucking his wife. I know that after I tell him that I was going to have to tell him about Todd and me.
My heart was pounding in my chest. I picked up my cell phone, and as I scrolled down to the name Jeff, all of the sudden I saw a couple of police cars. As I got closer I saw Todd. He was lying face down on the road being handcuffed, as I drove by.
I was relived, I now have time to get home to Jeff and explain this whole thing. I just hope that Jeff is more grown up then Todd. I was really nervous but exited at the same time that we can finally lay this whole thing on the table, figure out what we are going to do next, and get on with our lives, with or without each other.
I finally got to my street and pulled up close to my house. There was a car in the drive way. I pulled up and parked down the street. I am home two hours early from work, and there is a strange car in my driveway. I laughed “Hmm I wonder who that could be?” I said to myself “Now I get to go inside and catch them.”
I walked up to the door and walked into my house as quietly as I could. I heard screaming in the bedroom. I walked down the hall, and saw my bedroom door halfway open. I walked up to the wall next to the door as quietly as I could, and peeked my head in the room.
to be continued…………

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3 Gay Guys 1 Sleepover 2: Camping

Oh I had just got off the phone with dom when suddenly Matt called. I answered and he asked me if me and Dom wanted to go camping with Chris, Kody, and Jack. Matt said that everyone was in except me. So I went downstairs and aked my parents. They said yea and I rushed back up to my room. I got back on the phone and said to matt yes I can go. He said Cool see you tomorrow.
Now since me and 5 other guys are camping together I figured that I was gong to have the best time of my life. Tommorow came and matt pulled up everyone inside the car. I threw my stuff in the back and we were off. The Car ride felt like an eternity. Then after 4 hours of driving Matt’s Parents Dropped us off at the camp site we reserved. Matt’s parents said well come pick u boys back up in 2 days. Wow two days.
Everyone grabbed their things and started to set up camp. Luckily we had a trailer so we wouldn’t be sleeping on the ground. After we finised camp we started a fire. We sat around for a bout an hour hen Kody stated that we should play truth or dare(Most Likely always dare). Kody being 5’5” and 165 lbs and being 14 started the game by asking Dom to take his shirt off. Dom heard and not to be called a sissy took of his shirt revealing his amazingly toned stomach. Then it was my turn. I dared matt to take of his pants. You probably can guess what he did. Then It was doms Turn. Dom dared Chris to Kiss Jack. Chris being a pretty short 14 year old pulled jack over and began kissing him. They didn’t stop and we just moved on to matt. Matt asked me to come take his shirt off. I got up from my chair and walked over to his pantsless body I said Hey matt a little chilly everyone laughed. Then I took off his shirt. As I began to take his shirt off it begn to rain. We ran into the trailer soaked. We all got on new clothes and went out to the living area. We turned on the tv and wateched it for awhile. By 11 aclock Jack, Kody and Chris had gone to sleep in the bunks.
It was just me, matt, and dom. We walked into the bedroom and layed on the bed. Pretty tired we tried to fall asleep but couldn’t. Then Dom turned oover and began rubbing my chest. He then worked his way down my stomach to my crotch. He began rubbing my cock through my underwear. I let outb light moans of pleasure. Then suddenly I feel matt start kissing me on the neck. I began tom moan louder and louder then I told them to stop. They did and I rolled over ontop of matt and began to make out with him. Then dom reached over and grabed and started caressing my as. This made me so horny. Then I got off off matt and removed his shirt and pants to reveal black briefs that were very cute.
Then I grabbed matt and began to lick his nipples. I concentrated on them because I new matt would love it. While I did this dom moved over and began licking my sack through my underwear. This made my cock go wild. Dom removed my boxers and began strking my cock. While dom did this I grabbed his dick and matts dick and began to stroke them. All of us weer moaning and talking dirty. O matt u sexy bitch rock my cock rock my cock. Oh dom shit dom I’m gonna cum ohn dom. Then unexpectedly dom took 1 finger and shoved it up my as. He moved it in then out this sentme over the top and I came all over matt. Matt begans to lick up all my cock juice. But dom didn’t stop. Then suddenly I elt a pain then I realized dom just shoved his now 6” dick into my as. I began to moan intensely. Then matt wanted to be fucked to so he spread his legas and I slowly inserted my dick into his hole. I was finally in and then I saw a tear fall from matts eyes. I asked if he was okay. Matt said that it was a tear of pleasure and that he wanted me to make him his bitch. So ibegan again. Me fucking matt and dom fing me was sending me over the edge. I new that I was to climax soon. Matt grabeed his dick and began to stroke it as I moved in and out. Then I felt matts as get really tight and he shot cum right onto my face. I thought that was amazing. But This was what sent me over the limit. I felt dom began to quicken knowing what was about to happen. Then sudden;ly I yealled hly fuck dom oh yea ofh and dom shot his load into my as. It was a feeling that I had only felt oncer before. While dom cam in my as. I shot my load into matts as. He let out scream after scream. And then we both pulled out. Us three just sat there and began to cool off. We all fell fast asleep cuddled together.
We awoke to the sound of a bang I found out that matt had fallen off the bed and hit the floor. I was cuddled up with dom when I woke up. We Got dressed and walked out of the room. Jack and Kody were sitting were sitting at the table while jack was cooking breakfast. Kody asked so I heard a lot of commotion coming from your room last night what happened. Oh nothing just us having a pillow fight. Kody being a smartass said oh teally and I was dancing with a male model. We all had breakfast then took turns taking showers. While I was showering guys took my clothes so I walked from the showers back to site. They immediately showed me my clothes and I said I hate you guys you now come on. We all got our boots on and walked down the path to the beginning of the trail. We walked for a good three hours then stopped for lunch. Me and Dom both had to use the bathroom so we went to gether we walked around the tree and began to piss. We talked then suddenly dom kissed me on the lips. I said ave it for later. He said but I want you know. I said it would be suspicious so I walked away and he followed.
We Began walking agin and made out of the trail by 6 acolck. We then made dinner and sat around the campfire this time we just sat and talked. Then at about 10 we all heded inside. We all sat around the tv and watched old school. We laughed had popcorn and soda than we all went to bed well at least hats wwhat kody thinks. At around 1 acolck at night jack and chris come into our room. Jack took chris and began to make out with hime. Matt had actually fallen asleep so I grabbed dom and began kissing him and grabbing his beautiful as. I removed his shirt and tossed him on the bed. We made out the I slowly removed his jeans revaling a pair of tight black boxer briefs. I began licking around his balls and cock. As he started to grow I got hornier and horniere. Then I felt matt wake up. He said what are u guys doing. He eventually realized what we were doing and joined in. He first removed his shirt the his pants revealing a pair of blue briefs. He removed those and begand kissing up and down my bck. Then dom removed his and my underwear revealing my now 6” inch cock. Matt reached around me and began stroking my cock. Dom and matt switched sides and dom began to lube up his dick. Then I felt a sharp pain I new that dom had just shoved his dick in my as. I let out moan after moan after moan. Then I felt matts lips start moving up and down my shaft. Jack and Chris by now have left the room. I elt dom begin to pick up the pace I began telling him oh yeah dom fuck yae fuck me bitch oh yeah fuck oh yea fuck me. Then matt stopped sucking and walked around behind dom. Matt lubed up his dick and began to shoveit into doms ass. Dom let out screams of pleasure which then made me scream. They both fucked in sync. Then I Heard dom go oh I’m gonna cum. I told dom I want it in my mouth this time. He pulled his cock out and I began to suck. Matt moaned then screamed and came in doms as. Then a few seconds after that I felt doms juice flowing into my mouth. I grabbed him and began to swap the cum. We all put our underwear back on and fell asleep.
The Next morning we packed up camp. Then had breakfast. Then at about noon matts parents arrived. They hooked up the trailer and we went back home.
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I Had No Choice, Book V, Chapter 21

Ed is a high school math teacher. He’s got his hands full with a pregnant teen mistress, her mother having a lesbian affair with his wife and sometimes with him, a shy nerdy biology teacher that awkwardly blackmailed him, and a cute Asian school girl that knows about at least some of his deviances. Will he be able to keep everyone happy? (lesbian first time, adultery, multiple partners, hate sex)

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Beauties and the beast

The hunter was careful to take his position below the ridge so that his silhouette would not be seen on the skyline. He rested his rifle on a log and lay down as he studied his quarry through the telescopic sight. There they were, two of them, completely unaware that he was observing them from above. Which would he take out first? The one on the right maybe.
It was time to get closer. Noiselessly he moved into the undergrowth.
Both the girls were close to tears. For six hours they had been lost in the forest. The three day walk was meant to be an easy hike, but in the first hour on the second day they had taken a wrong turning. They hadn’t realized that they were lost for another three hours. Then they unwisely tried to find their way back.
For another three hours they wandered aimlessly and all the time the country became steeper and the forest and undergrowth denser. .
Map-less and compass-less they were hopelessly lost and the realization was sinking home. The weather was hot and they were both sweating freely. Their T shirts clung to their upper bodies.
“God, we are so stupid,” muttered Liz. “No-one knows where we are.”
They had planned to go on the hike with their boyfriends, both experienced trampers. But a week ago the young men had announced that they were going to Australia for the university vacations.
“Be good while I’m away Wendy,” Bob had said as he kissed her farewell.”Because I won’t be. But don’t worry I’ll be back between those lovely legs in a couple of months.”
“Bastard,” thought Wendy. “He’s got more chance of flying to the moon by flapping his arms than getting between my legs again.”
Liz had phoned her mother from the apartment she shared with Wendy.
“Hi Mum, Wendy and I are going into the mountains for a week or so.”
“Oh do be careful Liz,”her mother had said.
“Mum don’t be such a fusspot,” Liz had said, switching off the phone.
Her mother wouldn’t miss them for more than a week. She hadn’t even told her which mountains.
“We are so stupid. Why didn’t we sign in at the Park Ranger’s office?”
They put down their backpacks and made a cup of tea. Their feet were aching from the new boots which they hadn’t taken the trouble to wear in properly. They both took them off.
He studied them from only 10 meters away, concealed by the dense undergrowth.
“About 19 or 20. Both tall, the brunette a little taller. Both slim and perhaps the blond had slightly bigger breasts.”
He could appreciate their figures from the way their T shirts clung to their bodies. He liked what he saw.
They were so stupid. If they had lit a fire as soon as they were lost the Rangers would have come to investigate and they would have been safe hours ago. They were brewing their tea on a gas burner. No smoke. Good.
“Good afternoon ladies.”
The girls jumped in shock. He was suddenly just standing there. But a rescuer, thank goodness. They were saved.
Wendy and Liz didn’t feel quite as reassured when they looked at their rescuer. A mountain of a man about 6 foot three and about 30 years old. His tank-top was tight showing enormous musculature. They noticed several scars on his bare arms and legs and tattoos on his bulging triceps.
He was wearing a military style peaked cap and had a huge pack on his back. He had a rifle slung over one shoulder and an enormous knife sheath hung from his belt. Both girls disapproved of hunting, but who other than a hunter would be in these remote hills?
However his wide smile and beautiful teeth were reassuring. A mop of blond hair came out below his cap.
“Thank you so much, we were completely lost,” said Wendy.
“I saw you from the ridge,” he waived behind. “I thought you might be lost so I came to see if I could help.”
He had a lovely accent. At first Liz thought it was German, but then she thought Central European.
“We are so glad you did. This is rude of us. I’m Liz and this is Wendy.”
“I’m Hans.”
“Short for handsome,” thought Wendy. Despite his huge body he really was very attractive.
“I’m thirsty. Would you mind if I had some of your tea.”
“Mind? Of course not. You are welcome to share everything we have.”
“Yes,” he thought. “It will be everything.”
The girls told their story.
“Your boyfriends must be crazy to leave two such beautiful young women.” Hans roared with laughter and the girls giggled. He really was quite dishy.
But Hans frowned when they told him that no-one would miss them them for more than a week.
“Beautiful,” he paused. “But silly.”
Then he looked ashamed of himself.
“Sorry Liz that was rude of me. Not silly. Inexperienced.” Then that loud laughter. “But I’m certainly not going to retract the ‘Beautiful’.”
The girls laughed with him. They were liking Hans more and more.
“But it was dangerous. It would probably take a week for a search to be mounted here. And in these hills, who knows how long before they found you. If they found you at all,” Hans added chillingly.
Wendy and Liz hugged each other. “We know Hans. We are so lucky you were here.”
Both were looking at each other and so didn’t notice a strange gaze which came to Hans’ eyes.
Hans explained that he was Hungarian and had immigrated five years ago. That explained his attractive accent.
“What do you think of the local girls?” asked Wendy.
“If they were all as beautiful as you two I would have thought I had migrated to heaven
That loud ringing laughter again. Wendy and Liz couldn’t stop themselves from giggling.
“Now ladies, we must consider our strategy. It is a five hour hike to safety, but I don’t think you are up to it.”
Wendy and Liz nodded. They were exhausted and their legs and feet hurt.
Actually it was far from five hours as Wendy and Liz had walked in circles. Safety was only a couple of hours away, but it didn’t suit Hans to tell them that.
“Now I could go alone, but I wouldn’t be there until dark. I could bring a rescue team tomorrow morning.
“Oh no Hans,” exclaimed Liz. “We don’t want to spend a night by ourselves. And you might not be able to find us tomorrow. We would be terrified.”
Wendy nodded vigorously.
“Hmm,” said Hans pensively. “Perhaps you are right. We could spend the night out here. Then we can take all day tomorrow to get to the Rangers together.”
Both girls nodded their agreement. Hans smiled.
“I know a nice place to camp. It’s only half an hour, downhill all the way.”
The girls groaned but agreed and reluctantly put their boots on. The journey was made easier as Hans carried their packs in his hands. The packs which seemed so heavy for the girls seemed like playthings for this powerful man.
It did mean that Wendy had to carry Hans’ rifle.
“We’d better take the bullet out. We don’t want an accident.”
“Do you only have one bullet.”
“I only shoot enough to eat.”
This made the girls feel better about his hunting.
“But what if you miss first shot?”
“I never miss.”
Both girls noticed a harshness to his voice as Hans said that. Perhaps it was their imagination. They didn’t comment about it to each other.
Hans was right. It was an easy downhill stroll through the beautiful forest. Suddenly it opened out and they were at a beautiful river valley. On the far side cliffs rose above the river and behind that forest covered hills. The valley was flat, about 2 kilometers long, half a kilometer wide. Birds flitted through the branches of trees and they could see ducks and wading birds where the river widened below them.
Wendy and Liz were captivated.
“Hans, this is a paradise.”
“We must take some photos.”
Both girls took out their mobile phones which had cameras. Hans frowned.
“These have been so useless. We haven’t been able to make a call since we left town.”
Hans stopped frowning.
Liz and Wendy took lots of snaps of their enchanted valley.
“Now some of you Hans.”
Hans frowned.
“Come on, show us your smile and those big muscles.”
Hans obliged. He smiled and braced his biceps.
“That’s nice,” giggled Liz. “This will show our ex boyfriends what a real man is like.”
“Could I see?”
Both girls noticed that clipped tone to his voice but passed their phones.
They noticed how the smile left his face. They saw his frown. They saw his face screw up in anger.
“Modern technology angers me when it doesn’t work. Look at these cellphones. You haven’t been able to make a call for three days. It makes me want to do this.”
He dropped the phones on the ground and stamped on them with his boots. They shattered, but he kept on stamping until they were tiny fragments. But what scared Wendy and Liz the most was the look he gave them. His face was contorted with anger.
They hugged each other in terror. They started to cry. Both realized a nightmare was about to start.
Hans face changed quickly. He now had a sympathetic and considerate expression.
“I am glad you have each other for comfort.
“Look Liz, Wendy has tears on her cheeks. I think she would like it if you kissed them off.”
Both girls froze.
“Ah, you would like it if I showed you how?”
Liz kissed Wendy’s damp cheeks.
They found comfort in each other’s hugs.
“And wonderful Wendy, see how lovely Liz’s tears have flowed to her lips.”
Wendy knew there was no answer to Hans’ suggestion that he would “show them how”.
“I’m sorry dear Liz.”
Wendy brushed her lips across those of her friend and hugged her.
Such was their fear, such was their loneliness that they continued to hold each other for comfort as the tears continued to flow.
“And Liz, your dear friend Wendy will feel comforted if you kiss those tears from her lips.
The girls looked into each other’s eyes.
Liz pecked Wendy’s lips three or four times and then she gently licked some of the tears. Wendy hugged her friend tighter.
“Ah, it pleases me to see how you draw comfort from each other.”
Still hugging, Liz and Wendy turned to look at Hans. All sign of his fury had gone. His face had a tender, almost innocent concern.
But then he frowned.
“Wendy and Liz, we need to discuss your position. Your dire position. Please sit on the grass.”
A feeling of dread went through both their stomachs. They sat side by side with their arms around each other’s shoulders.
Hans sat cross-legged on the ground in front of them about three meters away.
“You have realized by now that you are five hours away from safety, even if you could find the way. You have realized by now that you are my prisoners. You have realized that no-one will start looking for you for a week.”
Hans looked at them with a flinty stare. Wendy and Liz knew he was telling the dreadful truth
“You should also realize that I am an experienced hunter and that should you try to escape, I will catch you before you have gone a kilometer.”
“I believe your only chance is to surprise me and kill me.”
He paused, continuing his steely stare.
‘But, my beautiful captives, that may not be easy.” Hans pointed to an insignia tattooed on his left tricep.
“This is the insignia of the elite Hungarian Kommandos. I had the privilege to be a member for four years. During that time many highly trained and very determined men tried to kill me. It pained me, a peace loving man, to have to kill a great number of them.”
Wendy’s finger nails dug into Liz’s shoulder in horror. Both realized they had fallen into the hands of a cold-blooded killer.
This was too much for Liz. Her tears flowed and she burst into loud sobs.
Wendy, in desperation hugged Liz tighter and rolled her onto the grass. They lay facing each other. Wendy stroked Liz’s hair as she continued to sob. Instinctively she guided Liz’s head down to her T shirt and held her face to her breasts.
“My lovely friend,” whispered Wendy. “We must be strong. We only have each other. We must try and be strong for each other.”
Gradually Liz regained her self control. She looked at up her dear friend. She saw tears on Wendy’s lips. Liz moved up and gently and slowly kissed them away.
“I will try to be strong darling Wendy.”
“So often, in times of stress, have I found comfort between a woman’s breasts. Liz, Wendy has used her body to sooth you. You should reciprocate. I believe that Wendy will find even greater solace if she can feel your skin.
“Hans, Liz and I are friends, but we aren’t gay,” protested Wendy.
“Wendy, how beautiful and strong you are. But stressful times can change us in strange ways. Who would have believed that I, a peace loving man, would have cut out the tongue and cut off the ears of a Taleban guerrilla.
“He had killed my Kommandant,” Hans added with an apologetic expression.
Liz had no choice, she knew. Wendy felt that she had to do the same.
Liz’s beautiful breasts with brown aureoles were revealed. Wendy’s slightly larger, but equally firm, pink tipped breasts were opened to her friend. Neither Liz nor Wendy had ever felt the slightest gay urge. Each had long thought the other was beautiful. Now, even more beautiful as they looked at each other’s breasts for the first time.
They turned to see what Hans was doing. To their surprise he had walked further away and was looking in the opposite direction from the girls.
But he still gave orders. “Liz let Wendy feel the same comfort from your breasts as you felt from hers.”
Liz had an almost tranquil smile. She guided Wendy’s head, she offered her a nipple and felt a surge of satisfaction as Wendy’s lips encircled her aureole.
Wendy did not suck or lick but felt herself relaxing with Liz’s nipple in her mouth and feeling Liz hug her tightly and stroke her hair.
After a minute they communicated without speaking. Wendy raised her head to Liz’s and they both moved their lips to each other. Their lips parted, their tongues touched, they pushed harder into each other.
As the killer wandered 30 meters away surveying the hills through the telescopic sights of his rifle, Wendy and Liz forgot their inhibitions, forgot their terror and enjoyed the new sensations as they explored the other’s breasts with their hands.
But they were interrupted by a loud whisper.
“Boom!”
They saw Hans aiming his rifle at a tree.
“Boom!” Another loud whisper as the rifle pointed at a distant stone.
The rifle traversed the landscape before settling on another stone.
“Boom!”
“Don’t they have lunatic asylums in Hungary?” whispered Liz.
Hans turned to look at them. They noticed that he didn’t seem to have any interest in their bodies at all. They could see no sign of an erection under his shorts.
“Lovely Liz, wondrous Wendy! You are giving such help and comfort to each other. How lucky you both are to have such a beautiful and courageous friend.
“Now, you are both intelligent young ladies as well as extremely beautiful. You know what you both must do to help your friend.”
Wendy and Liz looked at each other. Both now felt attracted to each other in a physical way. Both were taking delight from the other’s erotic femininity.
But neither wanted to be forced to take their clothes off by this revolting thug.
“No Hans, please. We told you we aren’t gay.”
“As I said before Liz, distressing times may bring out a side of our characters we didn’t know existed. Who would have thought that I, a peace loving man, would have castrated a Nigerian soldier and made him cook and eat his own penis?”
“He had tortured one of my Kommandants to death,” he explained with sorrow.
Two pairs of shorts were lowered. Two pairs of knickers were lowered. Wendy and Liz couldn’t bring themselves to look at each other’s intimate parts while Hans was there. Hans took no interest whatsoever in their nudity. He didn’t deliberately look away. He just didn’t seem to care.
But then he hesitated. An embarrassed look came over his face.
“Excuse my bad manners, lovely ladies. You are naked and I am clothed.”
In a flash he was naked. Liz and Wendy again hugged in fear. Hans’ huge body was an intimidating sight. Powerfully muscled, far more so than Liz or Wendy liked. His penis was like the rest of his body: enormous. Enormous, but flaccid. It struck both the girls how odd it was that their nudity seemed to have no effect on this giant.
But what horrified Liz and Wendy the most were the scars. At least 20 terrible scars were scattered across Hans’ body. Some red and livid, some white and silvery, some deep and puckered, some long and winding.
Hans was oblivious to their horrified stares. He put on his belt. There he stood, an enormous masculinity, nude except for military cap and his belt with that enormous knife sheath. In other circumstances the girls would have burst out laughing at this bizarre sight.
Now their fear returned. They were prisoners of a homicidal nut case.
Hans could read the fear in their faces.
“Liz, your loving friend Wendy needs the comfort of your body. Wendy, sooth your beautiful friend.”
Not because Hans ordered it, but because they each found the other’s body their only haven, Wendy and Liz turned to embrace. They lay, faces tucked into each other’s neck, breasts touching, slim stomachs touching, thighs touching. The stroked each other’s hair and backs.
Then they noticed Hans emptying Wendy’s backpack. He took their tent and moved 30 meters away to erect it. Feeling safer with him away, feeling the feminine softness of the others breasts they relaxed and commenced kissing as if it was the most natural thing in the world. They explored mouths with their tongues and lips, they became thrilled by the soft rounded firmness of the other’s breasts. As their excitement grew their hips pushed confidently together.
But the mounting passion was interrupted by the sound of a metallic scraping. Liz and Wendy looked up and saw Hans sitting on a log. He had taken his enormous knife from its sheath and was sharpening it with a steel. Liz and Wendy were horrified. The blade was a least a foot long and glinted in the sunlight.
Hans continued for three minutes, his face creased in concentration. Then he tested the blade with his thumb. A contented grunt. Then to the girls’ horrified amazement he drew the blade down his right forearm. The cut wasn’t deep, but it was more than a scratch and blood flowed. Hans had a look of peaceful satisfaction on his face.
“Mad as a meat ax,” whispered Liz in horror and then they both giggled as they reflected on the aptness of her metaphor.
Hans had brewed some tea and brought it over. He sat more than three meters away and still took no interest in their bodies. He didn’t make any effort to look away, but when he looked at them both Liz and Wendy felt that he had not the slightest interest in their breasts or thighs.
Similarly, he had no self-consciousness about his own naked body with the knob of his penis touching the ground as he sat cross legged.
“My exquisitely beautiful captives. It will be dark soon. I must go and catch our dinner.”
Hans walked away, knife sheath bouncing against his outer thigh, flaccid penis bouncing against his inner thigh.
He called out over his shoulder. “If you do ambush me, make sure you kill me. The consequences for you if you fail would pain me.” That loud laughter sent a chill up both girl’s spines.
“He’s escaped from a padded cell. It’s obvious.”
“We need a screw driver here.”
“A whole fucking tool box.”
“Why did he slice himself with that revolting knife?”
“I have no idea. Some Hungarian Kommando tough guy act maybe?”
“Surely all the Hungarian Kommandos can’t be as mad as he is?”
“Did you see all those disgusting scars?”
“Yes, they were terrible. He must have lost more fights than Mike Tyson.”
“No, I don’t think he lost. I would like to see what happened to the other guys.” But then Wendy shuddered, remembering the mutilated Taleban and Nigerian soldier.
“No, I don’t think I would like to see them.”
“Look, there’s some stones. We could hide behind those trees and when he comes back we could hit him with them.”
“We would have no chance. He’ll be expecting it. Didn’t you see the size of him. He’s built like King Kong.”
“I believe all his stories of the horrible things he did to those men.”
“So do I. Oh darling Wendy, what is he going to do to us?”
“He’s so strange. He never looks at us in a sexual way. Never has the slightest hint of an erection.”
“Perhaps he’s gay.”
“Perhaps one of his wounds has made him impotent.”
“Perhaps he won’t rape us.”
“Before he kills us, you mean.”
This brought back the realization of their plight. The two girls hugged.
“Liz, this sounds strange. I really wish you were miles away from here safe and sound. But at the same time I feel glad that you are here with me. Is that terrible?”
“I know exactly what you feel darling Wendy. I feel the same.”
They hugged and kissed.
“Two hours ago I would never have dreamed I would be sitting here naked with you, kissing you, feeling so excited by your beautiful body.”
“Darling Wendy, if we are going to die, I hope we can make love before it happens.”
They kissed with infinite tenderness, stroked each other’s breasts and explored the soft folds of the other’s labia.
They were interrupted by Hans. Without warning he appeared from the opposite direction from where he had departed.
“So much for ambushing him,” muttered Wendy. Liz nodded.
“Nature has been bounteous.”
Hans smiled broadly and proudly as he held up a very dead eel.
“Our finned friend nobly sacrificed himself for us. He seemed so happy as I cut his throat.”
There was a large gaping wound from which blood had flowed.
The girls shuddered. They would never eat that.
Hans produced a bottle of red wine from his enormous pack and in the beautiful evening after a couple of glasses of wine and the aromatic odors of Hans’ cooking they relaxed. They were also very hungry. All the eel was eaten and all the strange crisp vegetables which Hans had cooked.
“Hans, that was delicious. Did you bring that food with you?”
Hans beamed with pride. “The rice and some of the spices. But the forest and river provide healthy vegetables. And you know about our friend, the eel. Look, he is pleased to have given us such a satisfying meal. He’s smiling.”
The girls looked around and were horrified to see the eel’s head on a nearby rock. They could see no smile, only a contorted, deathly grimace.
The wine, the beautiful warm evening, and the delicious food helped the girls to relax. But also Hans was happy and at ease it seemed. He whistled to himself as he did the dishes. Afterwards he read a book by the light of a gas lantern.
Wendy saw the title: “Teach Yourself Modern Torture Techniques.”
She shuddered.
But he was smiling in concentration and the girls started to resume their interest in each other’s body.
Hans continued reading. The eel just stared.
Wendy’s and Liz’s sexual arousal heightened. Partly a result of the emotional rollercoaster they were on. They rejoiced in the beauty and femininity of each other’s body, of the erotic tenderness of each other’s touch. Wendy moved down between Liz’s knees which she willingly parted and raised. Hans seemed totally preoccupied by his book.
Wendy loved the softness, the intimacy, the fragrances and tastes of Liz’s pussy. She desperately wanted to bring her to orgasm.
“Wendy, I believe Liz would like it if you brought her to orgasm.”
“I want to Hans, but this is the first time I have done this. I don’t know how to.”
Hans closed his book but didn’t look at them.
“Wendy, look at Liz’s wondrous vertical wound.”
It took Wendy a moment to realize that Hans was referring to Liz’s pussy.
“Understand, beautiful Wendy, that your lover is offering her most intimate femininity to you. She is honoring you because she loves you and she loves what you do for her. Look at the beauty of the soft folds of her labia.”
Wendy did so, assisted by Liz parting her legs even wider as she was excited by Hans’ words.
“See the satiny soft skin at the top of Liz’s beautiful thighs. Trace your fingers there, lick with your tongue there, kiss with your lips there. And now the crease between her legs and belly. Lick and taste the juices.”
Liz groaned.
“Be aware of your lovers reaction. Notice what excites her and repeat it, but not too much. Tantalize her by moving to something else, then coming back when she’s not expecting it.
“Now those puffy labia with your lips and tongue and fingers and breath.”
Liz started to pant
“But observe Liz, Wendy. She is loving your wonderful sensitivity and touch. But we must extend her ecstasy. Perhaps go back to those slims thighs.”
A groan of frustration from Liz.
“Now part those outer labia. See the beautiful thin pink inner labia. See how they glisten in their juices. Taste her intimate flavors, smell those aromatic odors. Tell Liz how beautiful her weeping wound is.”
“Oh God Liz, I love your beautiful pussy, I love the way it looks, the way it tastes, the way it feels.”
Liz thrust her pussy up at Wendy’s face.
“Now your tongue deep into your Liz’s love canal. Explore, taste. But, not too fast. Perhaps those thighs again.”
“Now to explore Liz with your fingers. To know the secrets of her intimacy, to find what delights her, but all the time changing the speed and intensity of your touch.
“Push in deep and stroke her cervix. Savor the soft, warm moistness of lovely Liz’s weeping wound. Sense the intimacy of being inside your lover’s inner recesses.
“Withdraw and feel the top of her canal. Can you detect some spongy flesh?”
A gasp of joy from Liz showed Wendy that she had.
Hans returned to reading his book. Wendy repeated her exploration of Liz’s ‘Wound’, retreating to her thighs, returning to her cervix, alternating with her fingers, her lips, her tongue and teeth. Gently blowing air on Liz’s aroused and exposed flesh. Feeling delight and pride as she felt Liz’s physical responses, joy as she heard her ragged panting, excitement as she felt Liz’s hips start to bounce.
“Now, most wonderful Wendy, examine the top of the entrance to Liz’s wound. See some folds of vertical flesh. These protect Liz’s womanly bud. But your darling does not want protection. Push back those folds and see the glistening pearl of Liz’s private treasure.”
Wendy saw the pearly pink bud bud of Liz’s clitoris. She needed no instruction. Wendy flicked with her tongue, squeezed with her lips, nibbled with her teeth. She could feel Liz’s gasping response and slowed.
“Aaaaa darling pleeeeeaaase,” groaned Liz.
It only took a firmer tickle with her tongue and tears of joy came to Wendy’s eyes as Liz bounced and gasped and gurgled into an uninhibited orgasm. Liz held Wendy’s head tightly to her vulva as her orgasmic juices flowed over her lover’s face.
They lay like that for a minute. Unaware of anything except for the bliss of the other’s body.
Hans read.
But then he leaped up and stared.
“The eel has stopped smiling,” he shouted in rage.
The girls looked but could see no change in that horrible grimace. Hans strode over, his long knife twirling and stabbed the non smiling piscean repeatedly. Then he kicked and the last sight Wendy and Liz had of the self sacrificing eel was of its head sailing into the dark sky.
Hans quickly composed himself and settled into reading again. He studied a diagram of how to insert a baseball bat-sized electrode into an anus.
Without looking up he said, “Wendy, Liz may like it if you explored that spongy flesh you found before.”
“Like it,” was not the expression Liz would have used as Wendy aroused her G spot as she sucked her clitoris. “Adore it,” she thought was better as, unbelievably, she came to an even more intense orgasm.
Again the girls lay together in Liz’s post orgasmic heaven.
Again Hans stood bolt upright and stared into the dark, holding his knife. The girls couldn’t see what he threw it at, but heard a blood curdling scream. Hans charged over and grabbed the possum which was skewered to a tree trunk.
He pulled the knife out of the still wriggling marsupial.
“Pests,” he roared in outrage and to the horror of the girls, cut the possum’s throat and threw it to the ground.
Bubbles of blood emerged from the creature’s throat and mouth as it crawled around before curling into a ball and moving no more. Liz and Wendy both shuddered in horror. Not only in sympathy with the dead possum, but at the spontaneous outburst of blood crazened violence.
Possibly they were becoming a little bit accustomed to the violence, but more likely their sexual urges were becoming stronger. Wendy longed to feel Liz’s attentions to her pussy. Liz longed to return the exquisite favors that Wendy had bestowed on her. Soon they were oblivious to the dead possum and only aware of the delights of each other’s and there own responses.
Afterwards Liz and Wendy lay cuddled together. They were tired and were dozing and didn’t notice Hans tying their legs together until he had finished. The cord wasn’t tight around their ankles and there was two meters of rope between them.
“Excuse me ladies, but I must go to my camp.” He waived vaguely into the night. “I do not want to be disturbed, hence the rope.”
“Hans, we won’t be able to put our knickers back on,” complained Wendy, but saw that Hans didn’t mind.
“Hans, it will be awkward for us to have a piss,” protested Liz.
“Not as awkward as it would be for me to have a shit if you found me and shoved a stake up my ass.” Hans roared with laughter. The girls couldn’t suppress a giggle.
Then that abrupt change of mood. Hans face was stern. Wendy shivered as she saw he had that fearsome knife in his hand.
“My blade has desires which I cannot ignore. It must taste your blood!”
Wendy and Liz stood hand in hand, absolutely petrified. The moment they had dreaded had come. They were about to die.
Hans’ blade flashed in the moonlight, swirling in front of their faces, slicing in circles through the air in front of their bodies. Absolutely motionless the girls stood waiting for that final thrust.
After half a minute Hans stopped. Liz and Wendy gasped with relief. He hadn’t touched them.
“Look at your friend Wendy. Look at your lover Liz.”
Each saw four tiny cuts on the other. One on each cheek and one on each breast two inches above the nipple. A tiny rivulet of blood flowed from each.
Hans leaned forward towards them. Ever so gently he painted a small diagonal line with his finger from each cut. His face was solemn. When he had finished he looked them in the eye. Wendy was surprised to see his eyes glassy with tears.
“So brave, my captives, So strong, so beautiful, so feminine. Such magnificent women. I respect you so much. If only I had met women like you years ago.”
Then he laughed that loud raucous laugh.
“It is time for bed. Tomorrow you will have a day where you wished you never met me.”
Wendy and Liz were physically exhausted and emotionally drained. They crawled into their tent. The rope prevented from getting into their sleeping bags so they lay under them and went to sleep in a tight embrace as soon as they had kissed goodnight.
It was late the next morning when they woke. They heard Hans working outside in the camp site. Wendy looked outside the tent and saw him at cooking on the camp stove.
“Ah, Wendy you have woken at last. You and Liz are much too lazy.”
He was dressed in shorts again and a different tank-top. But the same knife was at his waist and the same military cap was on his head. He brought them some tea and undid the rope which tied the girls.
“I have to go for half an hour to get our breakfast. Do not touch anything on the stove, except that water I have heated for your washing.”
“Hans, are we allowed to get dressed?”
“You two are now lovers. You can decide how to dress to please each other.”
They noticed him looking at their bodies with greater interest than before. Particularly their breasts with their bloody stripes.
“You wear your insignia well.” He muttered and strode away.
Wendy looked at Liz and the diagonal stripes on her cheeks and breasts.
“You wear your insignia well, Liz darling.” She tried to imitate Hans’ accent and they both laughed.
“God, it wasn’t so funny last night when he was flashing that disgusting blade around. I knew we were going to die. Like the eel. Like the possum.”
“What did he mean last night when he said that today we would wish we never met him, do you think?”
“I have no idea, Liz. We both wished we had never met him yesterday, so what’s different?”
Wendy thought. “We don’t know much about him.”
“We know he is mad. Straight from the planet Pluto.”
“We know he is fascinated by blood. His own, the eel’s and the possum’s.”
“And our blood too.” Wendy touched a bloody stripe on Liz’s breast. The two girls looked at each other both feeling the dread in the implication of that comment.”
Liz kissed Wendy on the cheek. “Today we are going to be strong sweetheart. We will not cry!”
“We will not cry,” confirmed Wendy.
“I can’t see anyway we can escape. We can’t overpower him and he always has that knife.”
“And there is no way we can run away. We are lost and he would catch us in no time.”
“You know, his words don’t frighten me quite so much now. He seems to have an overdeveloped sense of the dramatic.”
“But it is those unpredictable outbursts of anger and his blood-lust which make me so scared.”
“Last night he spoke so beautifully when he instructed us on oral sex. His voice was so soft, his language, well it was odd, but so beautiful.”
“I know. And his attitude to sex. He made it seem like a religious experience.”
“I never thought I would hear a man talk like that.”
“Let alone a blood maddened Kommando.”
“And later, when he said what magnificent women we were and how much he respected us there were tears in his eyes.”
Wendy shook her head in despair.
“I can’t work it out. You would need an army of shrinks to sort out our resident fruit cake.”
They went to the hot water and gave each other a flannel wash, enjoying the touch. There was no discussion, but for some reason they did not wash off the diagonal bloody stripes.
Both put on skirts. Not particularly short, coming about six inches above their knees. The material was light and swirled around their legs as they walked.
Liz started to put on a bra. Wendy kissed her nipple. “Would you mind if I was able to see the shape of your breasts.”
So they both remained bra-less, wearing low cut singlets. The bloody stripes were not concealed.
Hans returned holding his hat.
“Nature has again been bounteous,” he laughed.
The girls braced themselves for the sight of another dead animal. But in his hat he had a dozen eggs.
“The friendly ducks nobly sacrificed their young so we can eat.”
Hans cooked the most beautiful omlettes the girls had tasted. He opened an oven dish and produced some fresh baked bread and his coffee seemed to be barista class. Before the girls could get up he washed the dishes.
“He does everything,” whispered Wendy. “The only things we have done since we met him is sleep and make love.”
“I have some exploring to do. I saw some signs.”
“What signs?”
But he was gone.
Left to themselves Wendy did what they had both been wanting since they had wakened. They made love. They were now more confident, now more appreciative, now more giving and now absolutely adoring each other. Afterwards they lay under a tree. They didn’t bother to dress as each wanted to touch and gaze at the other’s body.
They lay in a 69 embrace. Both were now absolutely comfortable with their feminine intimacy. More than that that, they loved it. They had been friends for years and had never before even considered making love to each other.
But, within the space of a few hours they now loved each other and loved each other’s body. Each explored the other’s feminine folds, loving the smells, loving the tastes of the juices, loving being brought to orgasm by the other’s tongue and lips and fingers. But most of both delighted in bringing pleasure and comfort to the other.
Perhaps it was the terror and danger of their situation that brought about this change. But both felt that, should they somehow survive, their relationship would last forever.
They heard Hans approaching.. He found them arm in arm, sitting on the grass, making no effort to cover their nudity.
“It pleases me to see how much comfort you bring to each other.”
His face had his benevolent smile. Liz again thought how bizarre he looked. Naked apart from his belt and knife sheath. His penis was, as always, soft.
It continued to puzzle both girls that, despite their being naked so much, Hans had never had an erection.
Hans brought them some tea and all three sat in silence drinking. The girl’s tension mounted. What was in his mind? Was he in one of his gentle protective moods or was there going to be some spontaneous outburst of violence?
Hans looked at Wendy and Liz in a sorrowful manner.
“I can smell your exotic perfumes from your orgasmic juices. That pleases me. But now I must tell you that the moment you have been fearing has arrived.”
The girls felt the dead weight of terror in their stomachs.
“My body also has its own demands. My mind is surrendering to the lusts of my flesh.”
Liz drew in a sharp intake of breath in horror.
“It is time for you to be raped.”
Both thought of running but both knew that would be futile and would just enrage this gorilla.
“Who shall be first?”
He tossed a stone. “Smooth side up and it will be Wendy, rough side Liz.
“Ah Liz, you are the winner.”
Liz didn’t feel like a winner.
“Wendy, I do not want us to be disturbed.”
In a flash Hans took Wendy’s arm, firmly but gently, and in no time had tied her to a tree. The rope wasn’t tight on her wrist , but tight enough to make it impossible for her to escape. The knot itself was so tight that Wendy knew that she couldn’t undo it. She would need a knife for that and Hans had the only knife.
Tears started to come to Liz’s eyes.
“Comfort your lover Wendy.”
There was enough play in the rope for Wendy to be able to hug Liz.
“Don’t struggle or make him angry darling. Just do as he wants and it will soon be over.”
Liz nodded through her tears. She had thought the same. She was terrified of being raped but even more terrified of Hans’ strength and his knife.
Hans led her 50 meters from the camp to small grove out of sight of Wendy. There was a foam plastic mattress on the ground with a pillow. There were four stakes half buried into the ground, two on each side of the mattress.
“Lie on your back on the please lovely Liz.”
Her legs were trembling with fear but she had no choice. Liz lay on her back and closed her eyes, tears flowing down her face. She felt Hans tie each of her arms to two of the stakes. Not stretched wide. She could touch each shoulder if she wished. Then Hans applied a gentle pressure to her legs. Liz’ knees were drawn up and spread apart and tied into that position. Again not painfully spread, about two feet apart. None of the ropes were painfully tight on her skin
But Liz knew that her vulva was fully exposed and she was totally defenseless. She started to sob quietly. She kept her eyes firmly closed.
“Hush, beautiful Liz. You have been so brave until now.” Hans’ voice was a whisper and she felt his fingers gently wipe the tears from her face.
Those gentle fingers brushed some strands of hair from Liz’ face. They traced the outline of her forehead of her cheekbones, flitted across her lips and chin.
Liz was in two minds. She hated being tied down like this, she was in terror about her impending rape, she was revolted by the idea of this brute touching her.
At least he wasn’t being violent. His fingers were so gentle. She marveled that such a brute of a man could have such a delicate touch.
“Lift your head, Liz.”
She did as ordered and felt Hans put the pillow underneath it. Then Liz noticed an aromatic perfume. She opened her eyes and saw that Hans had a bottle of massage oil. She was surprised to see how tender his expression was.
Liz closed her eyes again and felt some oil being poured onto her arms. Again she felt the extraordinarily delicate touch of Hans’ fingers and hands. She was able to lay her arms down beside her body. She felt his soft touch, smelled the perfume and the only noises she could hear was the birds singing in the trees above her and the breeze in the leaves.
Hans finished her left arm and moved to her right. The skin on her left was tingling. Soon her right arm felt similarly pleasured. Liz started to relax. It was a beautiful day, the birds were singing, the oil had a lovely fragrance. She wasn’t being brutally raped. She was having the most wonderful massage she had ever had.
But then she realized that here she was, tied down and totally at the mercy of this volatile, self confessed killer. Tears started to flow again.
“Beautiful Liz, you remind me so much of my beautiful Maria.”
Liz opened her eyes and saw that Hans’ face was tender and there were tears in his eyes. God, he was such a mixture.
Then she felt Hans’ fingers massage her throat and grunted in fear. She knew that with a flick of those fingers he could break her neck.
But there was no such flick, only a tantalizing softness of touch which helped her to relax. Then her armpits, then her chest. Liz braced herself for his attack on her breasts. Hans spent no more time on her breasts than anywhere else. But Liz was aware that her nipples hardened quickly at the fleeting touch.
Down across her stomach. Her stomach muscles seemed to quiver as the skin on her belly was pleasured. Down further, an exploration of her navel and fleetingly across her pubic mound. Liz’ mind was in turmoil. She was afraid of his hand touching her pussy, but she had this strange feeling of wishing he would touch her there.
Hans changed his attention to the outside of Liz’s thighs. His method changed a little. A combination of those featherlight fingers and firmer strokes with the palms of his hands.
Liz forgot her fears. This touch was something she had never felt in her life before. When at last Hans moved to her inner thighs she spread her knees wider. Tantalizingly slowly Hans’ fingers moved. His knuckles, seemingly accidentally, touched her pussy lips then moved away.
Liz groaned.
Back again those magic fingers came and flicked lightly over her outer labia. Then away again.
Liz groaned again.
The third time his fingers stayed. Tenderly, almost tickling her outer labia, tenderly parting them to open to reveal the pink slipperiness of her inner pussy lips. These were treated to the most wonderful exploration before being parted in turn.
Liz had a moment of panic as one of Hans’ large fingers entered her vagina. Now she was absolutely defenseless, her most intimate feminine private parts being invaded by this man, without her consent.
But that was her intellectual consent which hadn’t been granted.
Physically Liz had now consented.
She spread her legs even more, she started to pant, she felt Hans explore her vagina which she knew was wet. She felt that lovely finger stroke her cervix, she felt it move back and stroke the top of her vagina towards the front, she felt her G spot respond, she felt her hips writhing, she felt her orgasm take control of her body, she felt her orgasm blot out all consciousness apart from the burst of exquisite pleasure between her legs.
“AaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhOooooooooooooAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh” Liz gasped loudly.
Fifty meters away Wendy heard Liz’ groan, but mistook ecstasy for agony. Tears of sympathy welled up in her eyes. Her hatred of Hans grew, her frustration at being unable to help her friend and lover caused the tears to flow.
Now Hans pushed back Liz’s clitoral hood with the fingers of one hand and lightly rubbed her engorged, glistening and aroused bud with two fingers of his other hand.
Liz had not fully recovered from her first orgasm before her second overtook her in an even more tumultuous burst of carnal delight.
“AaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhOooooooooooooAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh” Liz moaned even more loudly.
Wendy burst into tears and pulled frantically, but uselessly, against the rope that bound her.
Now Hans’ face was between Liz’ thighs. She felt his warm breath blowing on the sensitive skin at the top of her legs, then blowing on her pussy lips. Then his tongue followed where his breath had been, licking the insides of Liz’ thighs, licking the flesh between her thighs and her pussy, licking her vaginal lips, entering her vaginal canal.
Now Liz felt Hans’ lips around her clitoris, sucking gently as his tongue flicked over her aroused pearly bud.
There was no warning. Her orgasm just exploded, Liz’ hips writhed and she felt her orgasmic juices flow over Hans’ face.
“AaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhOooooooooooooAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh” This time it was a high pitched orgasmic shriek.
50 meters away Wendy was horrified. Her friend must be in agony. “That fucking bastard. What is he doing to her? Please God he’s not using that knife.”
It was not his knife but a different weapon that Hans was now using. His rigid, erect cock. He had moved up so that his head was beside Liz’ face. She panicked again. He must be so huge. But no, he wasn’t that much larger than her boyfriend cock-wise. But was he so different. His cock seemed to explore her, finding the most responsive parts of her willing female canal.
Liz thrust up her hips and felt his knob rub her cervix. Then she felt him partially withdraw and massage the top of her vagina with his knob. Liz had never orgasmed before from a cock in her cunt. None of her boyfriends had known about her G spot. She had never orgasmed before in this way when her whole body seemed to shake and be overwhelmed by the ecstasy exploding in her vagina.
“AAAAaaaaaa. AAAAaaaaaaaEEEEEeeeeeeeeeEEEEEeeeeeeeOOOOooooooowwwwwooooW,’ her wail reverberated through the forest.
Wendy knew with a terrible certainty that her friend must be dying. She wept for Liz and wept in fear for herself.
Now all Liz wanted to do was to hug and kiss Hans. But he wouldn’t move his face to be kissed and the ropes on Liz’ arms prevented her from hugging him. The only thing she could do was to grasp his cock with her vaginal muscle as he plunged deeply into her pulsating cunt.
God his cock felt so wonderful.
Hans ground his pubic bone into hers. This caused pressure on her clitoris. This caused her most explosive orgasm yet as she heard Hans grunt, felt him stiffen, felt his cock plunge even deeper in his orgasmic excitement. Tears of pleasure came to Liz’s eyes as she knew that Hans had ejaculated deep inside her.
Again Wendy heard the wail. She knew it was Liz’s death shriek.
Hans lay motionless for a minute. Liz squeezed his now flaccid cock with her vagina, enjoying his gasps of pleasure as his knob, still aroused and sensitive, responded to her pressure. Then he sat up and untied the knots which had held Liz.
Liz saw an expression of enormous sadness in his face. She wanted to hug him but dared not. Ever so gently Hans stroked her labia.
“Poor weeping wound.”
He stroked her breasts.
“Poor abused mammaries.”
He stroked Liz’s hair.
“Poor raped Liz.”
Liz didn’t know what to say. He looked forlorn. She took a risk.
“You fucking animal. You raping bastard. I’ll come back from Hell to get you for that.”
Hans immediately perked up.
“Come,” he said. “It is time for Wendy to be raped most cruelly.”
Wendy was delightedly surprised to see Liz alive. Not only that, but obviously uninjured, with a big smile on her face.
After Hans had released her, Wendy hugged Liz. “Oh darling, I’m so pleased to see that you are alright. I heard yours shrieks and groans and thought you must be going through Hell. I thought he must be torturing you with his knife.”
“Those shrieks and groans were from orgasms, darling.”
“What?”
“I did not ever imagine that a man could be so exciting, so tender, so powerful but so gentle.” Liz looked over at Hans.
“Or so stark raving mad.”
Wendy wanted Liz to tell her exactly what happened, but Liz refused.
“You’ll find out for yourself, I hope darling.”
After they had drunk their tea Hans tied Liz to the tree.
“There’s no need for this Hans. I won’t disturb you.”
“Liz the last time I trusted a woman in this situation it was with a beautiful Columbian guerrilla named Sanchia. She came and stabbed me with a bayonet, right here.”
Hans pointed to a large scar on his stomach.
Then he frowned in concentration.
“No, that was from Olga, the mistress of the Russian Mafia boss, with a meat cleaver.”
“Sanchia must have stabbed me here.” Pointing now to a deep red scar above his kidney.
Again a troubled frown.
“No, no, that was Jenny, the IRA bomber, with a breadknife.”
He gave up.
“Whatever. I cannot trust a woman while I am raping her best friend.”
Wendy’s fear returned as Hans led her to the grove. There was no guarantee with this madman that he would be as nice to her as he had been to Liz. Her nervousness increased as she was bound, with her knees spread and raised.
But she started to relax when she felt his soft erotic touch. She started to orgasm, first with his fingers, then with his lips and tongue and then with his cock
Again Hans was sad and remorseful afterwards as he apologized to Wendy’s weeping wound. But again he cheered up when Wendy screamed at him.
Like Liz, Wendy had to resist the urge to hug and kiss Hans after he released her from her ropes of ecstasy. Her loins were still quivering with pleasure as she yelled.
“You Hungarian rapist pig. You are a disgrace to the Kommandos, a disgrace to masculinity. I’ll see you castrated for doing this to Liz and me!”
“Many women have attempted to seek revenge after I have raped them,” Hans’ laughter echoed around the valley.
“But like their men, they have always failed. I remember when Boris, Olga’s lover, had me tied naked to a tree in a Siberian snowstorm . . . . “
But Liz and Wendy didn’t listen as they kissed and embraced.

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Harry Potter – ‘Ginny want Ron and Hermione’

Ginny was sitting by the fire, waiting for Ron in the Gryffindor common room so she could escort him up to the girls’ dormitory to meet Hermione. She was enjoying the warmth of the fire on her skin and listening to it crackle in the background. She had her feet tucked under her and was absentmindedly stroking her leg, lost in thought about everything that had happened between the three of them that summer at the Burrow.
Ron and Hermione had started out as inseparable, and Ginny had spied on them more than once. That time on the edge of the field, after Ron had finished Quidditch drills with their brothers, and then again from beneath her bedroom window when they snuck out in the middle of the night to the garden. Often, when Hermione had left Ginny’s room during the night, she’d go down the hall to Ron’s room, press her ear against the door and listen to them. It was strange really, she wasn’t intruding for some simple voyeuristic thrill, but she was genuinely turned on by them…both.
As last summer had drawn to a close, Ron and Hermione began to fight – a lot. While they still liked each other, it became apparent that things between them, as a couple, just weren’t working out. They decided to stop dating, and in the course of her emotional turmoil, Hermione turned to Ginny.
Hours of girl talk lead to touching, kissing and petting, and eventually both Hermione and Ginny gave into their curiosity under the umbrella of their tight friendship and became lovers.
It was easy for Ginny to come to terms with the fact that she was attracted to witches, Hermione in particular, but then there was Ron, her brother.
They’d always been so close. She loved the way her protected her, and seemed to pay her special attention…and it was only recently that she could perhaps read between the lines of some of his actions to know that he thought of her rather fondly as well.
Of course the whole situation was taboo, but perhaps that was some of the appeal. Ginny consoled herself with the knowledge that purebloods had inbred for centuries, in the interest of keeping the lineage pure, so the desire to have her brother as a lover was merely a part of her heritage, right?
Just after school started, Ron and Hermione had healed themselves from their break-up and while they decided not to try to date again, they remained close friends and quite attracted to each other.
Hermione also confessed to Ron that she and Ginny had become lovers. At first, Ron was shocked, but the more he thought about it, he really didn’t seem to mind…that was putting it mildly, he found it bloody hot, and let his mind run wild with the possibilities.
Hermione often fantasized what it would be like to be with both of them, but the whole incest set-up caused her to worry. Hermione eventually let her wicked desire be known to Ginny, and was most surprised when Ginny was eager to make Hermione’s dream come true and bring her brother to bed with them.
Ginny saw the situation as an opportunity to test the waters with Ron. Hermione would be there as a buffer, but they all loved each other and what better way to see how far Ron was willing to go with his own baby sister?
Just then, Ron came down the stairs from the boys’ dormitory and saw Ginny curled in the chair. He’d been thinking about how bloody fantastic it had been last summer, when he and Hermione couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and he couldn’t wait to shag her again.
He was also rather turned on about the thought of Hermione being with his sister, and that really was something he wanted to see. He loved Ginny, she was gorgeous and sensual and he had let his eyes linger on her in a most non-brotherly way when he peeked on her in the shower many times and then disappeared to wank from the vision. Part of him really did want to cross that line, as wrong as it was. Would it happen tonight? Could he handle it if things got a little out of hand? No. Things won’t get out of hand. We’re not going to touch each other, he justified. Hermione will be between us.
Ginny leapt up when she saw Ron approaching. She gave him a big hug, pulled back and smiled warmly. Without a word, she took Ron by the hand and began to lead him up the stairs. Ginny lurched forward as Ron, still holding her hand, had stopped, “What is it Ron?”
“It’s just – you’re my sister –”
Ginny gave her brother a teasing smile, “Come on Ron, you know how much you want to watch two witches, and who better than two that you love…and who love you back?” she said matter-of factly, and jerked him up the stairs again.
Hermione had tidied up her room, lit sweet-smelling candles of lilac and gardenia, and charmed the illumination to perfectly bathe the room in aroma and light. Hermione was pleased with the way it turned out. But she couldn’t help but worry a little, wondering how she would really feel if Ron touched Ginny the way she knew that Ginny wanted him to. Hermione knew Ginny, and she knew that Ginny would most likely try something tonight… bold and stubborn, to the core, were her Weasleys.
Ginny reached Hermione’s door and gripped Ron’s hand tightly, pulling him a bit closer. She turned to look up at him, her face glowing with excitement. “Ron, I love you and we both love Hermione…we’ve all shared so much, we’re the best of friends… let’s just enjoy this…” She ran her thumb over the top of Ron’s hand and smiled at him reassuringly while she knocked on Hermione’s door.
Hermione stood up at the knock on her door, and smoothed the skirt of her school uniform, which she had charmed to be a little shorter than regulation on purpose. She spared one last quick glance at herself in the mirror – it was warm in her room so she wasn’t wearing the vest, only the blouse and the tie of her uniform, the skirt and the grey knee socks, Mary Janes and simple white cotton bra and knickers underneath.
Hermione had made several attempts to tame her hair but had finally just let it run wild, charming it so it wasn’t frizzy, at least. She looked at the reflection in the mirror and said, “Not bad, for a girl who’s about to get shagged silly by two redheads.” Then, blushing, she went to the door and opened it. Ron and Ginny were gorgeous, standing side-by-side and holding hands. Ginny was beaming, and Ron looked a little nervous but his eyes lit up when he saw her. She put her arms out and beckoned them into her room. “Weasleys,” she said, grinning.
Ginny gave Ron’s hand a final quick squeeze and then dropped it as she stepped into the room to give Hermione a kiss hello. She reached her hands up to cup Hermione’s face and pressed her lips against the brunette’s. She felt Hermione’s hands reach her waist and she pressed her body in closer. Ginny sighed in Hermione’s mouth and then turned her head slightly to the side to glance at Ron. Are you watching this? she asked with her eyes.
Ron moved into the room and shut the door and leaned against it. He felt his stomach clench when Ginny looked coyly over at him and could not take his eyes off of her. His heart was racing and he remained glued to the door, not wanting either of them know how much he suddenly wanted to taste Ginny’s sweet mouth for himself.
Hermione felt the lust that had been fleeting within her all day coalesce into this moment, and her insides lurched as the reality of it hit her. Ron and Ginny Weasley, she thought, naked and sweaty in my bed, touching me… Hermione lost control, and she moaned much louder than she had ever before, a primal, needy noise that rumbled out of her throat and into Ginny’s mouth.
Hermione took hold of Ginny’s neck and kissed the redhead hard, grinding her hips against Ginny’s and turning to give Ron a smoky, passionate gaze. “Fuck… oh…” she panted against Ginny’s lips, and writhed against Ginny, letting the other witch know how much she wanted her, wanted them, and she turned Ginny towards the bed, undoing the buttons on her blouse as she walked.
Ginny slid her tongue into Hermione’s mouth, making sure Ron could see. She let her hands move up Hermione’s head and gripped her hair while Hermione rocked against her. She moaned back eagerly and let Hermione guide her to the bed. Ginny’s hands slid from Hermione’s hair to her neck, loosening her tie and then unhitching her buttons.
When they reached the bed Ginny sat back while Hermione straddled her hips. They continued to remove each other’s shirts all the while kissing and moaning and stealing glances at their fellow Gryffindor, who was still glued to the door.
Ron felt shaky and he rested all his weight against the door. It was suddenly very hot in the room. He pulled his sweater off and the knot loose from his tie. He couldn’t believe how fucking sexy Hermione and his sister were. No worries, no conversation, just passion and lust. His focus settled on Ginny’s face; she looked enraptured and she was just being kissed. Fuck. She must look like a Goddess when she cums…
Hermione had Ginny’s blouse off and she was undoing her ivory cotton and lace bra, sparing a glance at how lovely it was before depositing it on the floor. Hermione turned and looked at Ron, who seemed transfixed and conflicted.
“It’s all right, Ron… you’ll get your turn with me… I just, want to lick your sister’s pussy, first…” Hermione turned her head back around and kissed Ginny’s neck, and without looking pointed at the plush chair near her fire. The chair lifted up, and Hermione pointed to its new destination, a lovely vantage point near the foot of the bed, so Ron could sit down. And watch.
Ginny craved the feel Hermione’s touch on her bare skin and quickly finished unbuttoning Hermione’s shirt. She then moved her hands around Hermione’s back to unclasp her white cotton bra and slid it slowly down her elegant shoulders. Ginny then put her mouth back on Hermione’s, kissing her deeply, greedily all the while watching Ron as he obediently settled in the chair.
Lick your sister’s pussy. Ron smacked his lips involuntarily as heard Hermione say these words. He was transfixed watching the girls undress and kiss each other, and for the life of him he couldn’t stop thinking about Ginny cumming right in front of his face. Once he settled in the chair, he slid his tie from the collar of his shirt and let it drop to the floor and rocked his hips in the chair a couple of times, trying to ease the tension in his straining cock.
Hermione attacked Ginny’s neck, and moved her mouth up to the redhead’s mouth, leaving a hot trail of saliva in her wake. She took Ginny’s breasts in her hands, kneading and squeezing the ample, pale flesh, and pushed her back onto the bed so her head was on the pillows. Hermione moaned Ginny’s name low and guttural in her throat, and regarded her with that predatory glance – she was hungry for Ginny’s treasures.
Hermione kissed her way down Ginny’s pale, freckled stomach and pulled her skirt down and off, throwing it to land near Ron’s feet. Hermione parted Ginny’s legs and she could feel Ron watching… she kissed and licked the insides of Ginny’s thighs and moaned.
“Ginny… sweet Merlin…” Hermione was on all fours with her arse pointed towards Ron, and she knew he could see her knickers, soaked as they were, and Hermione reached between her legs with one hand, positioning the other hand on Ginny’s knickers, and she tugged their gussets to the side at the same time, working her own clit. Then she gasped, a little surprised at the sight of Ginny’s hairless pussy.
Ginny let her legs fall open wide for Hermione and arched up into her mouth as she felt her friend’s tongue explore her freshly smoothed folds. Ginny smiled wickedly at Hermione’s reaction and then moaned her name when Hermione’s mouth returned to her sex.
Ron’s hand drifted to his cock, straining and budging through his school trousers. He stroked himself as he saw Hermione’s little display from behind. “Hermione…” he moaned, taking in how pink and wet she was. Ron leaned forward and gripped the footboard with his free hand to steady himself, and he inhaled deeply, smelling Hermione’s arousal.
Hermione wiggled her bum for Ron’s benefit, holding her knickers aside and sliding two fingers into her wet entrance and working her clit with her thumb as she enjoyed Ginny’s smooth, soft pussy lips and laved her tongue all over them, tasting Ginny’s heat and her sex.
Hermione captured Ginny’s clit in her mouth and sighed lustily, caressing her thighs and sliding two fingers into Ginny’s wet hole. She turned her head briefly and saw Ron leaning in and smelling her, and she moaned and spread her pussy open for him, wider, wanting him to see what the two of them did to her.
Ginny grasped the bed sheets and wailed loudly, “Hermione…ooooh,” as her tender lips were being worked over so well. She then lifted her head and looked at Ron, and their eyes locked. All those times he lingered in the shower paled in comparison to this moment, as they shared their mutual lust for Hermione.
Ginny sighed and her lips parted, her brow furrowing from the pleasure she was feeling. While still staring at her brother, Ginny ran her fingers through Hermione’s hair and panted, “Hermione, I want to taste your sweet pussy… I want Ron to see what my tongue can do…”
Ron looked longingly into Hermione’s sex and he groaned with frustration. Then his met Ginny’s lust gaze and he sank back into the chair, resting his head against the back so he could just stare at the two of them. He unhitched his belt and pulled his shirt over his head. He then resettled and nearly came in his own hand when he heard Ginny say she wanted him to watch her tongue fuck Hermione.
Hermione was so lusty, she barely comprehended the hidden meanings of what Ginny was suggesting, she was so eager to feel everything that Ginny’s tongue could do. “Turn around, then,” Hermione panted, “Lie down with your head at the foot of the bed and I’ll mount you.”
Hermione sat up and took her knickers and her skirt off, depositing them on the floor as she watched Ginny swing around. Hermione caressed Ginny and reached her hands down the lithe redhead’s body to her hips, tugging her knickers down and off. A wicked impulse seized her and before she could stop herself, Hermione tossed Ginny’s damp knickers directly at Ron and they landed just touching the head of his cock.
My baby sister’s face so close to my cock, Ron thought, as Ginny settled at the foot of the bed. He was stroking himself wondering what she must be thinking when her knickers were suddenly dangling from the tip of his cock. They felt so soft and, fuck, he could feel the damp spot against his skin. He groaned and, knowing Hermione would probably have a heart attack, followed an impulse and wrapped his sister’s knickers around his cock and continued moving his hand.
Hermione watched Ron for a moment and idly wondered if it were the first time he’d wanked with a pair of Ginny’s knickers. Then she just smiled and swung her leg over Ginny’s shoulders, leaving her contemplation of the fate of the Weasley laundry basket for another time.
Hermione’s thoughts turned immediately to the bare, fragrant pussy of Ginny Weasley as the younger witch’s legs fell open. “Oh, Ginny,” Hermione moaned, and lowered her head to Ginny’s folds as she pressed her hips down into Ginny’s face. “Mmmmn…” Hermione moaned contentedly as their tongues took up that familiar dance, teasing, delving and licking, and Hermione sighed with pleasure. Ginny knows me so well, she thought. So does Ron.
Ginny arched her head back and could see Ron using her knickers against his cock. Yeah, I knew you’d do that. Then she brought her head forward again and tilted it up into Hermione’s glistening pussy. She used her tongue to give Hermione’s clit and labia a gentle oral massage. She took all of Hermione’s sex in her mouth, rolling, sucking and licking all around. Her mouth was salivating generously from the taste and she was content to work Hermione over for a very long time…especially knowing Ron could see every move she made.
Ron watched Ginny’s tongue move deftly in the creases and folds of Hermione’s pussy. Fuck. Here they were, faces buried in each other’s pussies, for him to see… just like he knew they had been behind Ginny’s closed door last summer at the Burrow. He stroked his cock faster, feeling the soft fabric caress the underside of his shaft while picturing the place where these knickers had just been.
Hermione moaned and ground her hips down against Ginny’s face, feeling wicked and more wanton from Ron watching the two of them as Ginny’s experienced tongue found every delicate spot on her drenched pussy. Hermione could feel her fluids leaking out of her opening, sticky and hot, and she realized she was going to cum like a river, a flood, she was going to drown poor Ginny Weasley in pussy juice and she knew Ginny would be happy about it.
Hermione held herself steady as Ginny found a perfect rhythm with fingers and tongue, and followed suit, delving into Ginny’s smooth labia and sucking her clit into her mouth. Hermione had wrapped her arms around Ginny’s thighs and held the younger witch’s bare sex open, laving her tongue in broad, hard strokes over Ginny’s pussy. Hermione closed her eyes and savored the feel of cunt, Ginny’s sweet, delicious cunt, so fragrant and alive and open…
Ginny continued to let her tongue play and lap up Hermione’s abundant juices. “Cum for me, gorgeous,” she said exhaling hot breath into Hermione’s folds. “I want you to gush in my face… let Ron see you cum on my tongue and lap you up.”
Hermione moaned as her climax approached, and then crashed over her, an avalanche of pleasure and sensation that made her cry out, screaming her ecstasy against Ginny’s smooth folds, licking the younger witch harder as her eyes squeezed shut and tears of joy rolled out of her eyes. Hermione licked Ginny as she felt her own pussy clenching and gripping Ginny’s fingers, and she knew she had gushed a lot, and she looked forward to seeing Ginny’s face, covered with her cum.
Ginny moaned and made a show with her tongue of licking the river of fluids pouring from Hermione. She dragged her tongue up and down Hermione’s thighs, returning to her entrance to curl her tongue in and collect more. She arched her head back a little to catch Ron’s gaze while she continued to lick her down as she felt her own release nearing.
Ron’s eyes were glazed over when he heard Hermione cum on his sister’s face. Ron watched shamelessly as Ginny drank Hermione’s fluids, and he suddenly ached to taste Hermione too. Ron focused on Ginny’s tongue and his body lurched. He groaned at the sight and the feel of his sister’s soft knickers on his shaft spurred his release.
Cum shot from his cock, and the first spurt sprayed onto his hand that was resting on the footboard, while the rest erupted out all over Ginny’s pretty little knickers, coating them with his spunk. While he grunted with release he felt Ginny’s small, warm hand grip his as she came on Hermione’s mouth.
Hermione giggled with bliss, and her orgasm had been so pure and powerful, she wanted Ginny’s to be the same. Hermione curled her fingers inwards and upwards, pushing on the inner wall of Ginny’s cunt and sucked on her clit hard. She heard Ron groan, and she realized he must be wanking… with Ginny’s knickers. She blushed as she worked on Ginny’s pussy, licking and sucking and urging the redhead towards her climax.
Ginny screamed Hermione’s name, panting, and she felt herself pulsing around Hermione’s fingers. Ginny tilted her head so she could see Ron’s face. Their eyes met again and she mouthed his name. Ron. She then scooped the cum off of the top of his hand with two fingers and brought them to her mouth. She licked and smacked her brother’s seed from her fingers and whispered, “I love you.”
Ron wrapped Ginny’s knickers around his cock and soaked them with the rest of his cum. He felt Ginny’s hand grasp his and then retract. He opened his eyes just in time to see her licking his spunk off of her fingers. Ginny… you didn’t… and then his eyes fell soft as she whispered her love for him.
Hermione was giggling… she couldn’t recall being this happy, and she rolled off of Ginny and sat up to look at Ron. Sure enough, Ron had his own sister’s ivory knickers wrapped around his cock, and…Oh Gods, they were bathed in his spunk. So wicked.
Hermione swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked over to Ron. She kept her eyes glued to Ron’s hand and the knickers that were wrapped around his cock, his own sister’s knickers, and reached down into his lap when she bent over him.
Hermione kissed Ron soundly and placed her hand over his, squeezing Ginny’s knickers around his cock a few times before pulling them off his cock slowly, so he could feel them sliding over his shaft. Hermione brought them up to her face and inhaled, smelling Ginny’s pussy and Ron’s release, and pressed her tongue flat against the gusset, where most of Ron’s spunk had pooled, and licked, collecting Ron’s cum and the taste of Ginny’s pussy fresh in her mouth.
Hermione briefly fantasized about licking Ginny’s pussy after Ron had fucked her, and a wave of conflicted lust and taboo seized her.
Ron kissed Hermione back. Oh fuck, I can taste Ginny in her mouth. It was wicked and wrong, but he loved the taste of her sex. He groaned when Hermione pulled away from his lips and then watched in awe as Hermione licked his cum from his sister’s panties. His eyes then drifted over to Ginny… are you seeing this?
Ginny smiled at Ron and reached over the footboard for him again. “She loves your taste doesn’t she? ….Oh Ron…” Ginny trailed off, still licking traces of her brother’s cum off her fingers. She left it unsaid, but she knew he could hear it. And I do, too.
Hermione licked a little more of Ron’s spunk from Ginny’s knickers, and shivered from the wicked heat that was spreading in her body, of how forbidden it was, what Ginny wanted, in spite of her assurances that ‘Purebloods do that sort of thing.’
Hermione shuddered again as the mental image of Ron’s cock disappearing down Ginny’s throat swam into view. Hermione looked at Ron, and then at Ginny, and then stood up.
She turned Ginny’s knickers over in her hand – Ron’s load had been quite copious, and most of his cum was still stuck to the gusset and the front, and she could still see the damp stain from Ginny’s pussy. “Waste not, want not, I always say,” Hermione said with a wicked grin, and she held them up to her mouth and started to lick them clean. Ginny’s knickers were warm, from her arousal and also from Ron’s hand wrapping them around his hot cock, not to mention his spunk. Hermione dragged her tongue over the cotton, gathering Ron’s cum and Ginny’s fluids together into her mouth, licking them clean.
Then Hermione tossed Ginny’s knickers on the floor sat down between the redheads, took Ron’s hand and kissed it and did the same with Ginny’s. “Love you both,” she began, as she leaned against Ginny, “so bloody much. Thank you for this, really.”
Ginny reached for Hermione’s neck as Hermione kissed her hand and pulled her in for a deep kiss. “Mmmmn,” she moaned, tasting her brother’s spunk in Hermione’s mouth.
Ginny then pecked around Hermione’s neck and while glancing at her brother asked, “Do you want to fuck Hermione’s pretty little mouth, Ron? She wants to swallow your spunk with your cock in her throat, not just from licking it off of my knickers,” Ginny grinned wickedly.
Ron’s eyes flew to meet Hermione’s, “Will you do that?” he asked glancing at Hermione remembering how she, in the past, refused to swallow his seed.
Ron stood from the chair and came ‘round to the bed and then took his turn to pull Hermione into a passionate kiss while his fingers laced tightly with Ginny’s.
Hermione blushed and leaned into Ron’s kiss, moaning softly, and she let her hand drift down to his semi-hard cock. She teased the tip with her fingers and kissed his neck, murmuring, “Can you get hard for me, Ron? I want to taste you.”
She circled her fingers around the base of his shaft and looked up into his eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t, before. I thought it was… well, dirty. But…” she continued, biting her lip, “I’m learning to like all sorts of new things. And I can’t say it’s all from reading naughty books either,” she finished, grinning and leaning back into Ginny as she stroked Ron’s cock in her hand.
Ginny focused on the feel of her fingers entwined with Ron’s and as he leaned in to kiss Hermione, she used her other hand to feel the tensed muscles in her brother’s arm and back. She let her fingers explore the ridges of his spine, the edge of his shoulder blades and the indentations between his ribs. He felt so powerful, so masculine and, my brother, and she sighed from the thought of their forbidden lust.
Ron’s cock began to swell in response from Hermione’s feather light touches. He kissed her deeply and replied, “Mmmmhumm” into her mouth. He ran his fingers through her untamed hair and let his hand caress her neck and shoulders. He moved his hand to her breast, touching her tenderly; trying to communicate that nothing about expressing your love for someone was dirty. He was now completely swollen in her delicate hand and rocked into it a bit, letting her know that he was ready when she was.
Hermione pushed Ron onto the bed on his back, and crawled on her hands and knees, parallel to him and then leaned over him as she kissed his mouth firmly and deeply. Hermione unleashed another moan, the rival of her moan from before, and she let it escape her throat as she moved her mouth off of Ron’s mouth and started kissing down his body.
She sighed appreciatively as she mapped Ron’s chest with her tongue, kissing and licking further towards his cock. As her mouth approached his now hard shaft she let her hand drift down to his balls, and she cupped them and teased the base of his cock with her nails as her mouth passed his bellybutton. Hermione continued to sigh, little releases of breath in appreciation and pleasure as she enjoyed the strong, masculine feel of Ron Weasley’s body.
Ginny watched Hermione move over Ron, and she thought she looked so beautiful and happy loving him. She reached to gather Hermione’s hair in her hand, at the base of her neck so she could watch her friend’s pretty little tongue. She used her other hand to run Hermione’s fingers gently over her flushed skin, feeling how soft and agile she was.
Ron watched Hermione moving slowly down his body and his cock ached to feel her lips wrapped around his cock, but he reached down to cup her face, “You’re stunning, Hermione, so gorgeous here with us…I love you so much…” His voice trailed off as he released her head and watched her descend down his tingling body, eagerly anticipating the new way she wanted to express her passion.
Hermione shifted her body so she was up on her haunches, nearly perpendicular to Ron. She bent down and took Ron’s dripping cock head in her mouth, looking up at him for approval as she gripped the base of his shaft. She held her thighs apart and her arse in the air, leaving room for Ginny to lie beside Ron, facing the other way, and put her head under Hermione’s hips.
It was naughty and it made Hermione blush, because at that angle, Ron would be able to see everything – Hermione’s mouth on his cock, Ginny licking Hermione’s pussy, again, and if Ginny parted her thighs, which Hermione knew she would, Ron would be able to see his own sister wanking. Right under his nose.
Ginny settled under Hermione’s hips and tilted her head up. She made a show of using her hot, pink tongue to slowly, tenderly lick Hermione’s slick folds. As Hermione began to grind her hips against Ginny’s face, she used one hand to tickle Hermione’s clit while her other made its way down to her own sweet little pussy. She let her knees fall wide apart, and one leg rested on Ron’s side. “Oh, gods, Hermione…” she moaned between licks, “You taste so sweet, so wet…”
Ron moaned Hermione’s name with total abandon as she neared his aching cock. “Ahhh babe, see how hard I am for you.” Ron’s head crashed back and he rolled his head to the side, noticing how Ginny had settled next to him. Oh gods Ginny… mustn’t look… Ron had never had his face this close to his sister’s pussy before, and he couldn’t help but steal glances at her smooth folds as she teased her clit and penetrated herself with two fingers.
Hermione shivered and felt yet another wave of taboo and lust course through her, and those wicked thoughts caused her to engulf Ron’s cock enthusiastically.
She took Ron deep in her throat, bobbing her head up and down, savoring the masculine and powerful sensations of Ron’s manhood as his hardness pulsed in her mouth. This is what it’s all about, she thought as she moaned, it’s about feeling him, not just humouring him.
Hermione closed her eyes and slid Ron’s cock all the way into her throat, until his ginger curls tickled her nose. She held him there, feeling his heartbeat through his cock, against her mouth and her tongue and the back of her throat, and Hermione whimpered and moaned through her nose. Comprehending the pleasure of this act had escaped her before, and she felt very satisfied and happy to master it now, because getting better at anything started with enjoying it.
Ginny moaned into Hermione’s open pussy lips and then let her fingers and tongue pass each other so she could hold Hermione’s clit in her mouth and use her fingers to penetrate her opening. Ginny bent her fingers to massage Hermione’s front wall, feeling her arch into her hand, telling her that’s the spot.
Ron’s initial reaction to having Ginny’s sex so close was quickly forgotten as he unconsciously draped his arm over her leg, tucking her foot under his arm and letting his fingers idly caress the inside of her supple thigh as she took pleasure in touching herself. Ron’s other hand wound into Hermione’s hair, gripping enough to help guide her rhythm but also telling her how much he cherished her.
Hermione was enjoying the touch of Ron’s hand in her hair, as it added to the feeling that was building within her. Ginny’s tongue on her pussy was sensational and Hermione kept moaning through her nose, taking Ron’s cock in and out of her mouth at a faster pace now.
She gripped the base of his cock, groaning and wiggling as Ginny’s tongue flicked across her clit, and Hermione could feel Ginny writhing and she knew that the younger witch was wanking.
Hermione backed Ron’s cock out of her mouth just long enough to moan and plead, “Come on, Ron,” as she licked his swollen cock head, “right in my bossy little mouth, Ron…” She grinned as she descended onto his shaft again, hoping that talking dirty would get him going. Sure enough, she felt him twitch and she sat down hard on Ginny’s face, wanting to cum when Ron came in her mouth. Come on, Ron, she thought, cum right in my fucking mouth.
Ron could feel how hot, tight and wet Hermione’s throat was. “Ohhhh Hermione, so good…it’s…you’re…so good….” he moaned while guiding her head more forcefully. She gave no resistance, only swallowing the aggression of his thrusts. Then Ron heard Hermione goad him with her dirty little words. Fuck. So bloody hot.
He glanced over to Ginny for a moment, watching her fingers caress her own glistening pink folds. His stomach lurched, it was all too much. Ron gripped Hermione’s hair and Ginny’s thigh hard and came deeply into Hermione’s cock loving throat, gasping her name and pumping her mouth full of cum.
Ginny was moving her finger rhythmically on the side of her clit, pausing every so often to let the tension build, knowing it would make her cum that much harder. She heard Ron’s breath hitch a few times, followed by guttural cries of Hermione’s name and then his fingers dug deeply into Ginny’s tender flesh. The sudden pain drove her over the edge and she called out to the heavens, arching her hips up into her hand and deeper into Ron’s possessive grip. She whimpered a few times and her eyes found Ron’s. So sorry…didn’t mean to…they said. She nodded, blinked and smiled reassuringly at him, “’s okay,” she whispered.
Hermione moaned from the force of Ron’s climax, which was quickly followed by her own very satisfying release, all over Ginny’s pretty face. Hermione captured all of Ron’s cum in her mouth as her climax abated, careful not to spill or swallow any, because she’d read about something wicked to do with a wizard’s spunk by kissing him right after. This will demolish the last of his image about me being shy in bed, she thought as she swung her leg off of Ginny and started to move up Ron’s body.
She kept her mouth closed, and tried not to smirk as she moved closer to Ron’s face. She felt Ginny moving, and Hermione was so focused on her naughty plan that she was surprised to be interrupted, because Ginny had taken hold of her head and turned it, and was kissing her own brother’s spunk out of Hermione’s mouth.
I wanna play with his cum too, Ginny thought as she intercepted Hermione’s path and kissed her, moaning and parting her lips with her tongue. Hermione’s eyes widened but she obliged and let Ron’s cum slide into Ginny’s greedy mouth. “Mmmmm,” Ginny moaned as they both made naughty little eyes at Ron.
Ron was stunned to watch his spunk being passed back and forth between the witches. Fuck. They were moaning so loudly and starting to caress each other. Ron sat up fully and put one hand on each of their heads, encouraging them to continue their wicked show.
“Ginny,” Hermione said, trying to sound cross, but smirking and failing, “you’re so naughty…” Hermione was grinning in spite of herself, because Ginny was relentless and she would stop at nothing.
“Your own brother’s spunk, Ginny…” Hermione shook her head as she lay on top of a bed of freckles haphazardly, her body half on Ron and half on Ginny. She raised her head and kissed Ron sloppily, letting him taste what remained of his cum in her mouth. “I’d planned to give you all of it,” Hermione was explaining, even though it was obvious. “But your wicked little sister had other plans, Ron.” Hermione sighed and rolled to the side, grinning in spite of herself.
“I know you planned to give it all to me,” Ron said caressing Hermione fully now while shooting Ginny a stern look. “I’m sure there will be more opportunities,” he added hopefully.
Ginny shrugged, batted her lashes at her big brother and gave him an innocent little grin. She watched Hermione toss her knickers to the floor and then pull Ron down on the bed. Ginny rested on his other side and sighed with contentment.
Hermione cuddled up against Ron’s solid, masculine body and sighed, and then tilted her head up in a jolt. She looked at the arrangement, and was thinking shouldn’t I be in the middle when she saw that Ginny’s eyes were closed, and her head was resting peacefully on Ron’s shoulder and he was stroking her hair.
Ginny had one arm tucked under her and the other across Ron’s middle and Ron’s other arm was cradling Hermione. She looked at how peaceful and relaxed they looked just then, and she wondered how many times they had fallen asleep like that, as kids, during a thunderstorm or after their mum and dad had had a nasty row, when Ginny would seek out Ron’s comfort. So close, Hermione thought, and choked back a tear. “You’re beautiful,” she said, her breath hitching. “So very beautiful, the both of you, do you know that? I love you both, my lovely, sexy redheads.”
Ginny purred and curled more tightly into Ron. “I love you, Hermione; we both do… its okay, everything that happened between us last summer. Tell her, Ron.”
Ron planted sweet kisses on Hermione’s face, and gathered his sister’s warm, sweaty body closer to his own, caressing her back. “Gin is right, babe. We both love you. I was hurt, for a long time, that I’d lost you to my baby sister, but now we can all be together, share our love, our friendship. It turned out bloody perfect, don’t you think?”
Hermione smiled and kissed Ron’s neck, and found Ginny’s hand on his middle, twining her fingers in Ginny’s as she burrowed further into Ron’s shoulder. “Every now and again, I wish we’d worked out, Ron,” Hermione admitted. And it’s a lot more than every now and then, too. “I love you both, honestly. I had some… reservations about asking you two to share a bed with me, but you’re so close and I love you both so much, I’m so glad we could do this.”
Ginny gripped Hermione’s hand affectionately and sighed, “I love you too, and I’m glad you told me you wanted this… both of us, because you’re an amazing friend, and lover, and you’ve made us both very happy.” Ginny then let go of Hermione and let her hand roam over Ron’s body.
Ron pulled Hermione in tightly and ran his hand up and down her arm. “I know what you mean, about things working out between us, but look what we have now.” Ron planted a kiss on the top of her head and whispered, “I’ll always love you.” Ron relaxed and pulled them both closer. Feeling Ginny’s loving caress, he let his hand move over Ginny’s back and his hand drifted to her arse, cupping and squeezing it.
He heard Ginny moan softly and her leg came up to rest over his leg. He couldn’t help but notice that her thigh was only inches from his cock. His first instinct was to shift a little, but actually it felt quite nice. Sure, his baby sister was wicked and naughty, but he loved her and was content to hold her close.
Hermione sat up a bit and looked at the two of them, so intimately entwined. Ron was gently caressing Ginny and they looked very relaxed and sated. Ginny’s hair spilled over Ron’s neck in a coppery wave that looked gorgeous against Ron’s skin. Their glorious, naked bodies were pressed together and they were breathing peacefully, snuggling and sighing.
Ginny’s hand was wandering over Ron, on his stomach and his chest, and Ron was tracing lazy patterns on Ginny’s back and shoulder with his fingertips. Hermione thought about how much they had been through; growing up and at school, and how fiercely protective Ron was of her, and how devoted Ginny was, to him.
Hermione’s face softened as she looked at them, and that forbidden rush of excitement was back again, as she briefly pictured him rolling her over, or her mounting him, and the taboo of imagining that act was losing strength in the face of the love Hermione felt in this bed, connecting the three of them together. Hermione sank back down and nuzzled Ron affectionately, kissing his neck and letting her hand join Ginny’s in trails across his chest and stomach.
Ginny was receptive to Ron’s hand gliding over the swell of her hips and began to caress him with a more passionate intent. Her hand changed its pattern to move below his chest and abdomen so her fingers grazed the edges of his pubes and the crease of his groin a few times. She knew she was dangerously close to ghosting her fingers over his now swelling cock and she rubbed her thigh along his a bit, feeling a new surge of wetness between her legs.
Ron responded by kneading Ginny’s arse more firmly and let his finger dip between her cheeks, teasing his finger up and down the crack of her arse. He could feel how wet she was as she moved her thigh along his leg… that, combined with the risky game she was playing with her hand, was making him grow harder and groan in spite of himself. He looked over at Hermione, wondering how much she could see… he wanted to gauge her reaction.
“This isn’t too terribly odd, is it, Ron?” Hermione asked, feeling silly for asking something she thought she knew the answer to. “I hope you’re okay… and, I’m enjoying this immensely.” Hermione finished, grinning. She let her hand drift down to Ron’s cock and tickled the tip with her fingers, and then pressed it flat against his belly with her palm.
Hermione was surprised to see Ron had stirred back to life, and she sat up on her elbow and kissed him, leaning over his body and pressing her breasts against his arm and his chest. Hermione moaned and writhed against Ron as she stroked his firm cock in her hand, and she wanted it inside her, she wanted to feel all of Ron.
Ron replied, “No, it’s not weird at all Hermione.” Bloody brilliant is more like it…and I never knew Gin was so smooth and felt so good. He then felt a new surge of heat run through his body as Hermione tickled and then maneuvered his cock with the palm of her hand. Her nipples were hard against his arm and chest and the noises escaping her throat made him want to bury himself deep inside her…now.
Ginny could see and feel how worked up Ron was getting, so she pressed the top of her thigh against the underside of his cock. She looked at Hermione, who blushed and gave a naughty little smile. Ginny watched as Hermione began to rub Ron’s shaft back and forth against Ginny’s thigh, and her mind reeled from the heat of her brother’s cock against her thigh. She titled her head to kiss Ron’s neck while Hermione attacked his mouth and moved her thigh away and her hand took its place, joining Hermione’s in stroking Ron’s cock.
Hermione knew that Ron must realize that she did not have three arms, and that the other hand on his cock was his own sister’s. She opened her eyes to see if Ron was going to go mental, and almost to her surprise his eyes were still closed, and he was still kissing her back, open-mouthed and breathy, like nothing was wrong, and Hermione supposed there really was nothing wrong, in a way… so she writhed against Ron and moaned, and arched her bum into his fingers as she felt them approach her entrance from the rear.
Ron moved his hand off of Hermione’s arse cheek and curled it around to her center, turning her body so he could reach her pussy with his fingers. Hermione kept her hand on Ron’s cock, occasionally passing over Ginny’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly as Ginny touched her brother’s cock for what Hermione assumed was the first time, barring any childhood exploration.
Hermione blushed as she imagined a young Ron and Ginny, touching one another’s bits, but the thought was chased out of her head by Ron’s fingers in her cunt, squelching noisily in and out of her wet opening, and Hermione moaned and wiggled to give him a better reach.
Ron gripped and kneaded both Ginny’s and Hermione’s bums while his fingers enthusiastically sought out Hermione’s wet slit from the rear. He coated his fingers in her abundant fluids and then roughly plunged into her. His other hand crept down on Ginny as well. Fuck…she’s my sister…but she’s arching into my hand…she wants me to…and then Ron penetrated Ginny’s pussy deeply, sliding two fingers in and out of her. He groaned from the sensation of finger fucking them both from behind, and he could smell their arousal. So tight…so wet…
Ginny could feel Ron’s hands creeping closer to her center. She rocked into his hand…it felt so bloody good. Please, Ron…just do it…I want you to…Then Ginny felt his fingers glide across the front wall of her channel and she instantly came from his touch.
She stifled a gasp but could feel herself contracting and gushing around her brother’s fingers. Her eyes instantly found Ron’s… did you feel that? And Ron’s eyes said you played with my cock…got you back!
“Ron, I need you inside me,” Hermione moaned, and rolled away from Ron onto her back, tugging on him insistently. She watched as Ron disentangled himself from his sister and moved to position himself between her thighs as she let them fall apart.
Hermione looked up and saw Ginny pulling herself up onto her knees, right beside the two of them, and Hermione took Ginny’s hand and pulled her down into a kiss. “Thank you for thissss… ooooh…”
Hermione moaned as Ron sheathed himself inside her pussy, and began to pull in and out of her slow and deep. Hermione felt her cunt gripping his familiar cock, warmly and sweetly, like an old friend, and he really was.
Hermione ran her hands over Ron and Ginny both and sighed with pleasure as Ron’s shaft penetrated her tightness in gentle but deep strokes. Ron was smiling and caressing her tits and Hermione laughed in spite of herself. “I love being fucked by you, Ron Weasley, d’you know that? Ron? I love your… big… hard… cock… so fucking much, Ron…”
Hermione panted as her words caused Ron to increase the depth and the speed of his thrusts. Talking dirty sure beats talking about the weather or homework…
Ginny sat beside Ron and Hermione, kissing the other witch feverishly, fresh from the orgasm her brother had just given her. When she saw Ron penetrate Hermione, Ginny wanted more. She pulled away from Hermione’s mouth and swung her leg over Hermione to straddle her face. She eased her pussy over Hermione’s face and was greeted by her hot probing tongue. Ginny closed her eyes and moaned, then rested her hands on Ron’s shoulders to anchor herself.
Ron moved in and out of Hermione with a slow, deep rhythm. He supported his own weight by resting on his haunches while gripping Hermione’s hips. Even though he’d just been down her throat, it felt bloody fantastic to now be gripped by her familiar, hot, tight walls. He heard her dirty talk again and replied, “Love fucking you…you’re so beautiful, so tight…I’m going to cum deep inside you babe…fill you up.” He tilted his head down and watched his cock piston in and out of her, and the sight made him feel primal and powerful. He gripped Hermione’s hips more tightly and he shoved himself into her with more force.
Hermione moved her arms so that Ginny could sit on her face, and brought her hands up to hold Ginny’s smooth folds open so that she could reach Ginny’s treasures more easily. Hermione rocked her hips in time with Ron’s steady and deep thrusts, and his cock felt so amazing sliding in and out of her, that Hermione’s mind reeled from the pleasure. She was covered by sweaty, freckled Weasley flesh, penetrated and pressed down and claimed by Ron and Ginny, and she groaned loudly into Ginny’s cunt as she lapped eagerly at the younger witch’s folds.
Ginny rocked back and forth on Hermione’s face, her own expression radiating bliss. As her excitement mounted, she steadied herself further, resting her hands on Ron’s shoulders. Her eyes were open now and she was looking directly at Ron. Feels so good, doesn’t it?
Ron focused back on Ginny, seeing the lust in her eyes, and he was awestruck by her beauty and moved his hands from Hermione to rest on his sister’s hips. He continued thrusting into Hermione and staring at his sister. I love you…really love you. He leaned forward and pressed his sweaty forehead to hers while they both rocked over Hermione.
Hermione lapped at Ginny’s folds and sucked her clit into her mouth, moaning from the lovely feel of Ginny’s smooth labia and wondering how that would feel on herself. She groaned as Ron worked his cock in and out of her, smooth, deep, hot thrusting that was so fucking perfect and maddeningly steady… Ron’s cock found every little pleasure point inside Hermione’s pussy and her walls gripped him tightly, rhythmically, eliciting a steady fountain of moans and short curses that were pronounced against Ginny’s clitoris.
Hermione wrapped her legs around Ron’s thighs and tucked her ankles together, pressing the heel of her foot against the small of Ron’s back on every thrust. Hermione let go, and experienced the pure bliss of this wizard and this witch, Ron and Ginny, her lovers and her best friends. She found a purely relaxed state, hovering on the edge of her own climax, urging Ginny and Ron to theirs. “Come on, you two… cum on me and in me, fill me up, Ron… let me taste you, Ginny…”
Ron and Ginny could feel Hermione’s mounting intensity and pulled their foreheads apart. They looked at each other with a new passion and then Ron, with his heart pounding fiercely, moved his lips to capture Ginny’s. He gently tasted her mouth and when she kissed him back, he pressed his lips against hers more powerfully.
His climax was building and he suddenly fully regarded his sister as a beautiful and sexual witch. He brought his hands up to her breasts, kneading them and kissing her like a lover as her orgasm hit.
Ginny moaned into his mouth and kissed him with complete love and happiness as Hermione’s tongue urged her to climax.
Ron kissed her back with equal passion and joy, feeling their connection together through Hermione. He was so close, he moved in an out of Hermione faster and harder…he knew she was about to cum and wanted to be right behind her.
Hermione screamed Ron’s name, and then Ginny’s, as their orgasms seemed to crash together and connect deep within her. Hermione served as the conduit of their ecstasy as she licked Ginny’s clit hard and fast, and gripped Ron’s cock deep within her pussy.
Hermione held onto Ginny’s hips for dear fucking life as Ron’s cock drove her crazy, and she thrashed her head back and forth from the force of her climax as it robbed her of her senses. Ron’s thrusts combined with what she knew were Ginny’s fingertips on her clit, rubbed her to a powerful release. Hermione gasped, moaned, and cursed as wave after wave of ecstasy spread out from her core and wound through her body, settling in her limbs and back within her cunt as her orgasm subsided.
Ron felt Hermione’s release and in that instant he yelled her name and came so hard he nearly lost consciousness. He dug his fingers into Ginny’s hips for support and heard her yelp from the pressure. He told himself to breathe and quickly recovered, continuing to penetrate Hermione.
Ginny was still rocking over Hermione’s face in rhythm with Ron’s thrusts and rubbing her clit. Ginny continued kissing Ron as they recovered and unwound. She could taste the sweat around his mouth and shivered at how raw and masculine he smelled. She could feel him kiss her back with all the passion of a wizard she’d just made love to. He understands. She thought smiling to herself.
Hermione started to weep, and tears of pure joy rolled down her cheeks. She rolled her hips against Ron’s, feeling him inside her as she caressed Ginny’s thighs. “So good…” Hermione whimpered, “so fucking good, you two, so good, love you so much, both of you…”
Hermione pushed on Ginny and the redhead rolled off to the side, and sat up. Hermione un-wrapped her legs from Ron’s hips and moved away from him, letting Ron’s cock fall out of her. Hermione sat up and kissed Ginny, and then Ron, one after the other. Hermione was panting and smiling broadly and she collapsed haphazardly onto the bed, between her redheads, laughing and feeling very happy.
Ron fell next to Hermione. He caressed her body tenderly and used his lips to plant a thousand butterfly kisses over her flushed skin. He stroked the sweaty hair stuck to her brow away and whispered sweet words of love and affection into her ear.
Ginny collapsed on Hermione’s other side after pulling the covers over all of them. She reached for Ron’s hand and they laced fingers across Hermione’s torso. She watched Ron love on Hermione and sighed with contentment. “Thank you, Hermione, you’re bloody fantastic…I’ve never felt so alive…so happy.”
Ginny was ready to settle in to sleep when she felt Ron tugging her arm toward him. She sat up and he pulled her into him. He parted her lips with his tongue, kissing her thoroughly, properly and most definitely not like she was his sister. Ginny couldn’t help but moan and kiss him back.
Hermione watched as Ron and Ginny kissed, like lovers, in a way that would make their mum have kittens if she saw it. Instead of getting cross or lecturing them, she touched their faces and kissed each in turn… and even though Hermione wasn’t sure she was ready to see Ron and Ginny make love, she was closer to being okay with it, if they decided that was what they wanted. “I love you both. So very much.” Hermione said, wrapping her arms around them. She relaxed and allowed sleep to claim her, safe in the arms of her redheads.

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