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Harry Potter Loves You Part 6

Part 6: Ginny moves in
Ginny woke aching, a glorious aftermath aching of the magnificent sex she and her loves had last night, well into early this morning, before she fell asleep with Hermione, her future wife and between them, Harry her future husband ‘mmmm I wanted him for so long’, He presently loving Hermione, rather nicely, .
Ginny starts getting wet as She remembers snuggling up to him, his kisses as she dropped off to sleep earlier. Harry seeing her awake, says between breathes “Good morning my love, sleep well” Hermione moans “morning Ginny, ooohhh Yes”. no longer having to stay quiet.
Ginny rolls over tenderly and kisses both “Good morning my loves, yes I did
 do you two always start the morning like this?”
“Yes” they answer in unionson.
And then Hermione screams in pleasure “OOH Fuck me Harry
 YES,yes,my love, yes
 Oh GOD Yesssss!” as she has her fourth orgasm this morning, pushing Harry over, he spills his seed deep into his love’s womb, filling her to excess.
Ginny feels herself getting wetter. ‘Goddess I love them‘.
He lays on top of Hermione kissing softly as they slowly calm down. Slowly Harry withdraw from Hermione and moves towards Ginny “and now you, my love” pushing on her back and kisses her as he moves over her. Hermione rolls next them and nudges Harry to join in a three-way kiss. Ginny moans. Harry surrender Ginny’s lips to Hermione’s, so he can move down Ginny’s body, kissing her skin everywhere as he goes. Ginny gasps onto Hermione’s mouth as Harry attacks an erect nipple with tongue and lips. ’Oh Goddess that feels good’. He moves to the other nipple and nibbles, her back arches in soreness and she has her first orgasm of the new day. He continues his way south and arrives at her treasure, kisses her hard clit, she flinches, Harry understood and softly ever so softly begins licking and kissing her flower, then he pushes his tongue inside her as she comes again, she moves to wrap her legs around Harry, but her hips screams ‘No’, the pleasure of cumming and the pain of her soreness, ‘oh the sweet pain’
Harry moves up away from her slightly, gently lays his hand on her mound and slips his finger inside her and does that healing spell of his, she sighs, then he moved up and places the tip of his hard cock on her extremely wet opening and slowly enters her, “OH Goddess YES Love me Harry, my love“.
Hermione kissing them both as Harry gives Ginny three more orgasms before he fills her with his sperm.
“Shower” Harry says, the water comes on and suddenly they are there, oh the hot water encapsulating them. Harry still inside her holding her up. Hermione beside them. The ladies broke the kiss and Ginny kisses Harry and reluctantly asks softly to be put down, Harry bends his knees lowers them both, her feet touch the shower floor and he slides out of her once again well loved vigina. ’Mmmm’ the hot water eases her frame.
Harry turns, kisses Hermione and picks up the soap. turning back to Ginny his member slides across the stomach. Ginny realizing Harry is still hard asks “Does that thing ever go down” Hermione giggles, she had ask the same just the other day.
Harry replies “Not around you two”.
Both ladies giggling kisses Harry one after the other, several times, Finally Ginny groans “Damn I wish we could do this all day, but I have things to do, I got that thing at work”.
Hermione adds quickly “ we’re going too, after work we’ll take in a show, maybe a dance, something, not sure, but first we need to go by Gringotts, ok.. Harry wash me
 please” Harry grins
“Me too” Ginny asks.
“of course my loves”
“What
 Hermione Granger Potter not sure of something” earning him a slap on the shoulder. The girls giggle, their breast wiggling, Harry starts rising “none of that out Mister, now finish your cleaning, we got to go”.
After cleaning his ladies and them cleaning him. Ginny washing his back, Hermione takes care of Harry’s new big problem. She doesn’t swallow as he finishes in her mouth. Harry watches in awe as she pulls Ginny to her and kisses her, opening her mouth to her open mouth, proceeds to share Harry’s offering. His cock starts getting hard again. They both savior him then swallowed and kiss again then kiss Harry.
They hear Harry says softly “For the last two years I knew, I was the most loved man ever.. Today I‘m twice as loved ”
A tear forms in both Hermione and Ginny eye. ‘Finally’ thinks Hermione
“I love you Hermione” and he kisses her
“I love you Harry”
“I love you Ginny” he kisses her
“I love you Harry”
“I love you Hermione” Ginny turns to her
“and I love you Ginny” and they kiss.
Harry interrupts their kiss “I’m starved, Dob
” Hermione slaps his shoulder again “Leave them alone, their not back yet”
Dobby and Winky appears “Wess back mistress Hermione Potter ”
“Oh, huh, well ok Breakfast please 
 oh Dobby, Winky, Ginny will be moving in, we’re getting married”
“Oh yes mistress Hermione Potter, welcome misses Ginny Wheezy to The House of Potter, wess happy Mas.. Mister Harry Potter sir has two misess now
Ginny smiles and choke a bit ‘House of Potter’
“misses Ginny Wheezy, will yous nees Dobby to get yous things ”
“Oh, would you, thank you Dobby that’s sweet”
And elves disappeared.
They dry each other, As Harry and Hermione go to their closets and grab some clothes Hermione says “don’t think mine will fit you right”
Ginny answers “no bother” picks up her dress, pulls out a small red bag and enlarges it and takes out a clean set of clothes. “hoped I’d be spending the night, wanted to, huh didn‘t know I’d be getting engaged though, I’m so happy, I Did, I love you both”
“And we love

you Ginny” Hermione starts, Harry finishes. Ginny groan “taking lessons from the twins” they laugh..
As they dressed Ginny whimpered a little, Harry ask if she wanted him to ease the pain,
“No
 no Harry I earned this soreness and will always cherish my first morning being Harry and Hermione Potter’s fiancĂ©e, Thank You but no“.
“Well if you change your mind”
“You’ll be the second to know Harry”
Winky pops in “Breakfast ready, mistress Hermione Potter, eat here or down”
“Breakfast nook Winky, thank you, we need to get Harry out of the bedroom for awhile“, She giggles like a little school girl, Harry rolls his eyes.
“True oh so true” Ginny giggling too, she takes Harry‘s arm, Hermione takes his other arm and they head towards the stairs, during the first step down Harry feels Ginny finch, and apparate them to the nook.
After a wonderful breakfast, Winky went all out, there were eggs done in five different styles, bacon, pancakes, strawberries, sausage, ham and turkey slices, bagels, kippers, orange and mango slices, Grapes, melons, peaches, cheese slices, Cheese and Blueberry Danishes, toast, orange juice, milk, coffee and tea, honey and cream.
They joked, talked, fed each other and laughed like school kids again, remembering the good times during their school days. Ron’s name was never mentioned, although Ginny almost did once.
As they ate Dobby pops back in “Misses Ginny Wheezy, yous clothes are ins the threes closet, yous furtur and thingss ins oher bedsrom, wess clean yos flat latr”
“Thank you Dobby, Thank you very much”
and he pops away
“Wow nice to have an house elf, no Hermione I won’t abuse him or Winky”
“I know
 it’s ok.”
“well lets go then”
“Dobby”
“Yes mister Harry Potter sir”
“Dobby we’re going be out most of the day and most likely eat out tonight”
“Yes mister Harry Potter sir” and disappears.
“Ladies” and out they go and apparate to the Leaky Caldron.
As they enter the Caldron “Hello Tom, how are you”
“ Harry, Mrs. Potter, Miss Weasley, Just fine and you alls”
“It Hermione, Tom”
“of course Hermione”
“Not for long” Ginny said quickly and kisses Harry, then Hermione.
“Huh
 oh taking a second wife Harry, are ye?”
“Yes, we are Tom, we should be back later to eat, what for supper?”.
“and after I get used to being Mrs. Potter it’s Ginny”
“ Of course, Roasted Duck in a wine sauce and..”
“We’ll be back, right Ladies?” they nod. “Catch you later” Harry enjoys their Roasted Duck.
Thru the arch to Diagon Alley, they got arm in arm. You could feel the happiness radiating off the trio, as they head to Gringotts.
Tom smiles “bout time, milord”
The trio walk into Gringotts and up to the counter, the goblin looks up and smiles “Hello Lord Potter, Lady Potter, Miss Weasley, what can we to for you today”
“Hello Griphook, nice to see you again, we’d like to visit the Potter vault”
“Yes sir Lord. Potter, right away, sir, which one sir, the main Potter vault, sir ” Harry nods, the goblin motions someone over, then hops down come around the corner and says “This way.
After the wild ride. as Harry opens the vault he says, “be it known Hermione Jean Potter and Ginevra Molly Wheasly the soon to be Ginevra Molly Granger Potter has complete access to all my vaults“. A white flash travel thru the tunnel and in they went.
Hermione and Ginny eyes nearly bug out at the stacks of Galleons, Sickles, Knuts and gold bars. The room was huge, three time the size of the Great Hall at Hogwarts
“My God Harry I knew you were rich, but
” Hermione gasps
“Goddess” a stunned Ginny says.
“How much Harry?”
“Not sure, but enough I guess, come on now
 oh it‘s not I am, it’s we are”
They walk pass stack upon stacks, row after rows of gold, then boxes of gems, around the walls are paintings and artifacts and file cabinets. shelves of manuscripts, they arrive to a section of display cases, which are filled with all sort of jewelry: rings, bracelets, necklaces, chokers, ear rings, brooches, and watches and whatever. Harry found the tray he was looking for, picks out two rings, slide one into his pocket and turns to Ginny;
Harry drops to one knee.
“Ginny to make this official, Ginevra Molly Wheasly will you marry me, huh us?”
“Yes, you know I will, for ever and ever”
Harry places the engagement ring on her third finger, it sizes itself.
“It’s Gorgeous Harry, I love you, both ”
Hermione kisses Ginny “I love you, Darn he only proposed to me once”
Harry raises up and kisses Ginny then Hermione. “I’ll propose to you daily if you wish my love“ he drops to a knee in front of Hermione,
“Trying to get in my knickers are yo
..” That’s when Hermione saw them.
“ Books! Harry.. books!” and off she ran.
“Damn we’ll never get her out of here now, you know” Harry moans
Ginny snickers, “well it’s your fault, you should have brought her here before now”
“I know, just haven’t.. taking the time”
Ginny steps close to Harry “Couldn’t get out of bed be more like it, Well she’s busy and I’m official engaged now, but too sore for that, so Mr. Potter ” and she begin unbuckling Harry’s belt, unzips his pants and pulls them and his boxers down, slowly drops to her knees and takes Harry into her mouth.
When Harry moans his discharge, Hermione looks over and smiles “oh get a room”
Ginny chokes on Harry offering, but keeps it and him in her mouth as he finishes. Ginny swallows, cleans Harry, then heads over to Hermione “Oh you’re so going get it”
“Hope to” Both ladies laugh.
Harry redresses and walks to his lovers.
“Harry these books are priceless, there’s some here that have been lost for centuries, I‘ve only read about them
”
“ We need to go, so Ginny’s can get to Holyhead, put the books down, my love, we will come back later, we’ll plan a whole day in here, a week, a month, a year if you wish. I haven’t seen it all, yet.”
“Harry can I take this one?”
“Yes, my love take them all if you wish after all their yours too, just we need to go, for now”
“Ok and this one and”
“Hermione
 two, lets go”
Ginny was grinning, the look on Hermione’s face was precious, she looked like a little kid who couldn‘t go play with the other kids.
“oh poo” she said as Harry pulled her towards the main door, she clutching two books to her chest. He kissed her nose and she brighten up.
“Tomorrow??”
“We’ll see, yes my love if we can”
Hermione beamed. Ginny and Harry just shook their heads.
Then what Harry said caught “MINE!!! You said their mine too”
“Yes my love, of course their yours, everything I own is your’s and Ginny’s.. ours”
She turned to go back griping Harry‘s hand “ come with me Harry I‘m
”.
“Hermione, my love, Ginny thing
 we need to go to Holyhead”
“Oh Holyhead
 right.. Ok.. We needed to go
 Ginny.. Yes
 Damn
 Mr. Potter I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight”
And he kissed her ”Good now lets go” Ginny was just laughing so hard, but holding it in turned total red,
They left Gringotts went to the nearest public floo and flooed to the Holyhead Floo Station.
It turned out to be a sort of hands on training, expo thing for kids, the P.R. Department thought it up for publicity, there were press and newsreels present.
Needless to say the kids had a great time, especially when Ginny pulled Harry and Hermione on the field, the cameras went crazy. Harry and Ginny took every kid there on a trill ride as if chasing a snitch. Hermione flew them as a chaser The whole team signed autographs. Harry bought enough jerseys for every kid there, the team then signed them. He had magical pictures taken with each child also, and the team players. Harry insisted that Ginny and Hermione be in every child’s picture he was in. Harry loved it, you could see it in his face, he loved helping them, just being with the kids. Hermione was almost in tears, that ecstatic face of her husband, told it all .
A reporter who had interviewed Harry before, ask if was it due to his marriage to Hermione, that he seem so much happier than he remembered, Harry’s answer was “Yes, I finally have a family of my own, a family full of love I might add, and hope to help it grow.” he looked at Hermione, then Ginny.
He added “Also I love being around the kids, helping them, There’s nothing more precious than the joy in a truly happy child eyes, look you can see the sparkle, if not your just plain dead inside. When ever I see that sparkle, my heart warms. I know all the pain I’ve ever suffered, will totally vanish, when I see that look in my own child eyes”
Ginny, Hermione and several women standing behind Harry heard the whole interview, there was a general sigh, tears in every female eyes. Hermione was told how lucky she was, Ginny and Hermione turned to each other “He’ll do, we got a keeper” at the same time, then hugged each other.
Afterwards back to the Leaky Caldron, they ate, The butterbeer, roast duck and conversation was great. While they were eating Ginny remembered she needed to contact Steve Andrew, “we were to have a date tonight, but not how“. She called his floo address, it responded and stuck her head in
“Steve” and saw him kissing a well built blonde.
“Oh hi Ginny, tried to call you earlier, you weren’t home or something”
“Steve I was calling to tell our date tonight is off and this Saturday too, I got engaged last night to my first loves.”
“That’s Great Ginny, oh this is Sally, Sally Bentson”
“Sally” Ginny smiled.
Sally said “Congratulations whose the lucky bloke”
“ Harry, got to go, bye” and she left
Sally said “pretty girl, guess that went well, Harry who?”
Steve shrugged “well I’m happy for her she a great gal, now where were we” they kissed.
“Do you think there’s really a Harry or was she just trying to let you off the hook”
Steve only shrugged and kissed Sally again, “spend the night”
“Never thought you’d ask” and kissed him
Back at the table Ginny walked up, Hermione ask “everything ok”
“Yeah, he had a girl with him, said he tried to floo-call me to cancel our date, go figure”
The Daily Prophet next day:
Harry Potter Flys Kids.
Lord Harry James Potter, the wizard who defeated Voldemort, unexpectedly show-up at the Holyhead Harpies’ Quidditch Youth Day Program yesterday.
The red-haired fantasy of many men and boys alike, Seeker Ms Ginevra ‘Ginny’ Weasley, who turns out be a old school mate of his, pulled Lord Potter and the beautiful Lady Hermione Potter, another old school mate, out on to the field. Surprising everyone, for pictures and autographs. Lord Potter bought a jersey for each child in attendance, and had photos taken with all .
Harry Potter was, a Top-ranking Seeker at school, The Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Poised for photos, more for the kids than the press, I have to add. It looked like a thunder storm with all the flashes from cameras. Lord Potter who seems to shy away from the press normally, stood out proud yesterday.
Then Harry and Hermione Potter hopped on a couple of brooms and with Miss Ginny Weasley, gave rides to all children there. Mr. Potter was the Seeker and Miss Weasley who, a year behind Harry and Hermione Potter, was a Chaser and back-up Seeker for Gryffindor House, then took over as Seeker when Mr. Potter left school.
Although also in Gryffindor, Hermione Potter nee Granger did not play Quidditch, surprisingly turned out to be, not a bad flier, chaser status. During her stay at Hogwarts she was, according to sources, deem ‘The Brightest Witch of our Time‘ and assisted Mr. Potter in the defeat of Voldemort, fighting along side him in several battles over the years, including the finally one. She is a beautiful, but powerful witch.
This reporter in a private talk with Harry Potter ask about his being so happy visiting with these kids, was told:
There’s nothing more precious than the joy in a truly happy child eyes, look you can see the sparkle, if not you’re just plain dead inside. When ever I see that sparkle, my heart warms. I know all the pain I’ve ever suffered, will totally vanish, when I see that look in my own child eyes –
He also said He finally had a family of his own, a Family full of love, which he planned to help grow.
Mrs. Potter said Harry and her were the happiest they ever been and planned to start increasing their family soon.
All in all every one had a wonderful time and I expects a time the kids will never forget. I know I for one now have a different respect for Mr. Potter.
See pictures pages 2,3,6,8&14..
Next morning as Sally read the Prophet, with a tear in her eye “Steve I think I know who Harry is!”
“Harry who, oh Ginny’s Harry
” she show him the paper “ Bloody Hell”
“Isn’t he married already?”
“ Yeah, according to this that’s Hermione Potter hugging Ginny
 what, engaged to Potter maybe, Harry bloody Potter, looks like he going to take a second wife”
“Luck girl” Sally said, then kissed him, “did you sleep with her?”
“No, just when out a few times, but I was hoping to this weekend though, heard she‘s a firecracker in bed”
That evening Seeker, Steven Katzmann for the Cannons walked into the bar, seeing Ron, nursing a drink, approached him. Time to razz him some more.
“Hey Ron, I see where ol’ Hermione has stepped up in the world, and looking good too
 You really fucked up, mate. Is that’s your sister, nice, she available, maybe you could introduce me
“
“Yeah that’s Ginny” as he looked at the picture.
“Thought you said you play for Gryffindor with Potter”
“Yea I was their best Keeper”
“Mate, your not even mention”
“Harry owns the paper
”
Another teammate Wayne Smoote, reading The Witches Secret, the gossip rag Rita works for, said “Ron you’re an idiot, Hermione is one good looking bird, nice ass and that Ginny, damn looks good too, and according to these pictures, looks like ol’ Harry maybe shagging them both, the way their hugging and all
 Hell I wouldn’t mind getting some of that”
“ Huh, let me see
” he stared at the pictures, then his brain caught up
“What do you mean you want some of that, that’s my sister, and my girl?” and Ron belted him. Wayne fell over a table breaking it, the barkeeper placed Ron in a body bind and called Mrs. Phillips.
Ron drew another month suspension, filed and had to pay for damages. And warn “don’t do it again”
Ron stewing about the pictures and that prat Wayne remarks, stopped and bought a copy of The Witches Secret and a butterbeer.
After staring at the rag-paper for an hour or so, the pictures did look like, there was more than friendship and Rita’s story, hinted of some underline activities. He decided he needed to tell Ginny , “she needs to leave the poof, Potter alone, all he‘s trying to do, is look like a stud instead of the fairy he is“.
Instead of finding her at her flat, he found she had moved, no forwarding address, except the post-box service for witches and wizards under fidious.
He bought a bottle of firewhiskey, back to his flat raging. That glory-seeking bastard, took my Hermione and now he’s shagging Ginny too. The fucker gets everything.
After half the bottle was gone he got a brilliant idea “bet mum don’t know Ginny’s moved in with Harry, Shagging him“.
He floo-called her, “Molly Weasley”.
Shortly her head stuck out “ oh hi Ron, you look dreadful, what is it?”
‘Damn he’s even turned her against him, well I’ll fix that too‘. ”Mum, I heard rumor that and according to the papers
 Harry maybe shagging Ginny”
“Harry married to Hermione, you know that, he’d never do anything like yo
”
“I went by Ginny’s flat and she moved out, it empty, and the paper says
”
“Moved, what, you must be mistaken, went to the wrong flat, anyone can tell you’ve been drinking
 You need to sober up.. And if you going to gossip about your sister and Harry
 I’ve got to go” and she did.
Ron smiled ‘ah the plot thickens’, then started laughing “mum going to kill him“, ‘then that bitch Hermione will try to crawl back to me, maybe I’ll make her lick my arse clean after I go to the loo’. Finished off the bottle and passed out smiling to himself.
Molly floo-called Ginny’s flat and got no answer, She may be out and tried later, still no answer. After the third time she thought she’d call Hermione and see if she had heard from Ginny.
Just before she called, Ginny needing to used the loo, Hermione on the one in the master bedroom, she went to Hermione’s room.
Molly threw in her floo power and said “Godric Hollow upstairs” it responded so she stuck her head thru, just in time to see a nude Ginny walk by with spunk running down the inside of her leg. Needless to say, all hell broke loose.
“MOM” Ginny screamed
“GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY, WHAT are you doing at Harry’s and like tha, IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS on your leg, open this floo immediately” Before Ginny say anything else.
Hearing the scream Harry came running, wand in hand with his flaccid cock a swinging.
Molly went ballistic and started raving. Then a equally nude Hermione ran in, but carrying three robes and Molly went full force. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON YOU”RE ALL STARKERS AND and
”
Harry open the floo, pulled Molly thru, his voice Boom “MOLLY SHUT THE HELL UP
 and LISTEN to Ginny for one Damn minute” he grabbed a robe and put it on.
Every froze
 Harry did what???
Ginny looking at Harry gathered herself started “ huh Mum it’s ok”
“OK, how can it be ok, your shagging him, he‘s a married man and you Hermione I never..”
“MUM I’m old enough to do as I please with who I please and besides Harry and Hermione ask me to marry them and I said Yes”
“Don’t tell your ol
 They what?
 marry did you say marry?”
“Yes mum I’m going to be Mrs. Ginevra Molly Granger Potter,” she smiled “we haven’t had time to tell you, Sorry”
Harry added quickly,“ Sorry Molly, mum huh, Mrs. Weasley, it’s my fault I was going to ask for Ginny’s hand, I, we were going to invite you and Arthur over for a Friday night for supper, huh engagement party. I was going to then”
“Harry you should have waited till your wedding night” her voice could cut steel, visualizing the spunk on Ginny‘s thigh.
“Mum I haven’t been a virgin for years, I love Harry and Hermione and they love Me. I‘m going to marry Harry and Hermione and have 5 kids by Harry and there‘s nothing you can do about“.
Molly went from kill mode to super hugs . “ my little girl going to get married” and began crying.
First she hugged Ginny, then Harry then Hermione and back to Ginny. ”Just five?” Molly asked. Ginny finally got her to stop hugging, so she could breath and put on her robe, Hermione already had.
Then Ginny show her mom her engagement ring. Molly wailed and soon all three ladies were crying, Harry slipped back to master bedroom to put on some pants as he heard something about grandkids playing in the yard.
After he slipped on his boxers, he started to walk back in, but stopped when he hearing Molly say “after seeing Harry’s tackle, I’ll say you’re both are very lucky girls, indeed
 think he’d like a third” they all busted out laughing.
Harry turned red, and retreated back the master bedroom, called Winky and ask her to bring some refreshment to Hermione’s old room for three and laid down ’only a foolish man would walk in there now’ and nodded off.
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Harry Potter Love You Part 4

Part four: Revenge!
“Ginny?” Hermione called. “Ginny, are you there?”
Ginny Weasley had been relaxing on her precious day off. The season was officially over, bar a dozen or so exhibition games and such, but the last match between Holyhead and Wimbourne had been positively brutal. Every foul that either team could get away with and a lot that they couldn’t, had been tried, and Ginny had been hit by at least three bludgers, and a thrown beater’s bat. Fortunately, her injuries were nothing the med-witch couldn’t fix up quickly. At the end of a four hour battle, Ginny had managed to nab the snitch less than a second before Montrose could, and the victory blow-out had lasted until late the next morning. Ginny was almost certain that that had been two days before, and was now nursing the lingering remnants of a well-earned hangover. Only for her very best girlfriend, would she even consider leaving her couch. Fortunately, she didn’t have to. She turned to her fireplace and greeted her long-time friend.
“Hello, Hermione!” She chirped. “It’s been too long!”
“Ginny, it was three days ago. May I come through?”
“Of course!” Ginny automatically cast the spell to open the floo and allow Hermione to come in.
Hermione whirled to a stop, wobbling a bit. She clutched her head, and groaned: “God, I hate the floo!”
Ginny chuckled as she stood to embrace her friend.
Collecting herself, she handed Ginny a flat white box, about ten inches on a side, from a Greek restaurant they both liked to frequent. “Congratulations on the win, Ginny. I heard about it on the WWN. I understand there was a near-riot after your catch!” Ginny smile happily in recollection, and accepted the offering.
As she opened the pasteboard lid and recognized the contents Ginny squealed loudly: “Oooh! Baklava! And from Cisneros’s, too!”
Hermione smiled warmly, as she knew Ginny loved the Greek pastry. Truth be told, she did as well.
Ginny quaffed a pepper-up potion, grimaced at the taste, and set about making coffee for them both. Hermione sat at the table, opened the box and doled out two pieces each.
When Ginny had finished making the coffee, they sat at the table, sipping and nibbling the sticky, nutty sweet. The pepper-up, had cleared her head, and eased the headache some.
“What’s on your mind, Herms?” She ventured, after a bit of inconsequential’s. “You don’t usually arrive bearing Baklava unless there’s a reason.”
“There is a reason, Ginny. I’ve left Ron. For good, this time. I’m going to be living with Harry.”
“Hermione, I know you love him, I do too, but you’d best forget about Harry.” Ginny cautioned her friend. She loved Harry and wanted him, but Ron told her, she didn‘t have a chance, “Yes, he’s a wonderful man, none better, but I was certain you knew… Harry seeks for the other team!”
“Ginny, Harry’s not gay. Ron just told us that to keep us from getting too close to him. In my case it was so he could have me to himself. In yours, well…officially, it was to ‘protect’ you…” Hermione made ‘quote’ marks in the air with her fingers. “…from the unwanted advances of the sexual predators that we like to call, men.” She sighed. “Now, however, I know it was to keep you from getting too close to Harry. If the two of you got serious, he knew I’d see through his little scheme.”
“Hunh?”
“Don’t grunt, Ginny. It’s unseemly.” The brunette chided gently. “Ginny, if Harry was dating you, would he be seen as gay?
“Mmmmm. No.”
“Correct. If I knew Harry was making love with you, then I’d know Ron lied about him being gay. You see?”
“Well, yeah, but I don’t understand. How did you find out Harry’s not gay? Did you sleep with him?”
Ginny’s eyes widened in shock and she leaned forward. Hermione’s eyes gave it away.
“You DID! Didn’t you?” She accused in wonderment.
“Well, I can’t say we did much sleeping…at least not for most of the time.” Hermione deadpanned, then blushed brightly. “And yes it was fantastic, the best. But that’s not how I found out.”
Ginny immediately wanted to know all the wonderfully juicy details of the great ‘Harry/Hermione all-night shag-fest’, but her best friend told her that that was for later. For the time being, Hermione explained to her friend, Ron’s duplicitous actions. By the time she’d related Winky’s description of her brother’s multiple partners, Ginny’s headache had returned full force, and she was ready to disembowel him with a pickle fork. While Hermione would have been happy to help her, she had a much better idea in mind.
Following her Hogwarts years, Hermione had ‘assisted’ Fred and George in several of their more advanced prank ideas. That assistance had earned her their undying gratitude and several patents which had guaranteed her a nice, tidy income for the remainder of her life, that Ron didn‘t know about, she never told him. Why hadn‘t she mmm, well they weren‘t married. And a small nest-egg is all ways a good ideal. Now, she reckoned her association with the terrible twins, would come in more than handy.
“Gin, I think we need to call in the experts.” At Ginny’s puzzled look, she drew a large ‘W’ and a smaller ‘3’ in the air. Ginny’s eyes popped. Then she literally fell off her chair, from a screaming fit of the giggles.
When she had finally calmed a bit, she hauled herself back into her chair, and demanded: “OK, Talk! You’ve shagged the green-eyed god! Now…” She stopped as the brunette shook her head and said: “Not just yet, Gin. Right now, we need to work out what to do about Ron.”
Ginny shivered. She was very grateful Hermione was not looking at her like that. She’d seen Lucius Malfoy with kinder eyes.
She thought about Hermione’s words, then, saying: “Be right back!”, left the kitchen. Hermione watched her friend rush away, then stood and followed.
Standing in the doorway leading to the lounge, she saw Ginny throw a pinch of floo powder into the fire and call out “Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes!” Seconds later, the head of one of the twins, Hermione really wasn’t certain which, floated in the flames.
“Hey Ginny. What’s up?” He greeted his little sister.
“Hermione and I need to talk to you both.” Ginny spoke to the floating head of twin number one. “It’s really important. Can you come by after you close up the shop?”
“Sure thing, Ginnybird! It’s hen’s night anyway. We’ll be there in about an hour or maybe less. Have something ready to eat, willya?”
“Naturally!” Ginny smirked. The head vanished. Ginny turned to Hermione.
“We’ll need something to eat. Any suggestions?”
Like Harry, Hermione loved to cook. She wasn’t quite as accomplished as he was, but then, she hadn’t had his years of experience as a human house-elf behind her.
“Do the twins like what they eat, or do they just eat.”
“Ron is the only one who just eats. The rest of us like to enjoy our food.”
“OK, lets see…hmmm. Do you have any fish? That’s easy and quick.”
“I just got some yellowtail in today. It’s in the freezer. That, and some Mako flank steaks.”
Hermione thought for a moment, then made her decision.
“Alright. I like the tuna, but I’m feeling in a predatory mood today. Let’s do the shark. Can you do a pilaf?”
“Of course.” Ginny replied, almost annoyed that Hermione would ask.
“OK, then. Let’s get to it!”
The girls turned to, and in a short while had prepared broiled Mako shark in lemon-garlic butter, stuffed with a fine pilaf of millet, barley, wheat and rice, which was spiced with herbs and a pinch of curry. An assortment of lightly steamed vegetables, fresh black bread and butterbeer accompanied the meal, with coffee and baklava to follow.
During the preparations, Ginny had the opportunity to interrogate her friend
“Alright, I’ve waited long enough! Spill!” She demanded once more. “How was he?”
” Ginny! He was bloody fantastic!” Hermione sighed in recall. “He’s a sweet, gentle, caring and completely wonderful lover!” She went on to describe in some detail, Harry’s sexual prowess. Ginny was positively drooling by the time she finished, her knickers were soaked..
“Will you share?” The redhead asked, hopeful.
Before she’d been introduced to the wizarding world, Hermione would have rejected the suggestion, outright. Since then, however, she had done extensive research on wizarding customs, and while certainly not the norm, marriage bonds consisting of more than two, were not uncommon, as evidenced by Fred and George’s relationship with Angelina and Alicia. Dean, Angela and Ramona, for another. She and Ginny had ‘explored’ each other rather thoroughly, during their years at Hogwarts, and so, she was really not adverse to her friend’s request.
“Well, since you’re my best friend, and one of his, I’ll consider it. But, you have to understand this, Ginny; Harry might not be willing. He’s had a terribly hard life, and he may have been brought up in the monogamy fashion, as is the custom with most muggles…if he’s been trained at all, that is. Those wretched Dursleys have done him a hideous amount of damage. It’ll be a wonder if he can be made whole at all! And Dumbledore didn‘t help.”
Ginny wiped a tear from her eye a she thought about the boy who had been abused, in one form or other, by almost everybody, including herself a little. Hermione spoke again.
“Ginny, Harry asked me to marry him.” Her quiet words shocked Ginny to silence. She held out her left hand.
“Oh, Goddess! Hermione! It’s gorgeous! Ginny burst out; goggling at the engagement ring Hermione wore.
“I am so jealous! Does mum know?” She asked, excitedly.
“She knows about Ron. I haven’t told anyone about this. You’re the first.”
The redhead squealed softly and hugged her best friend, tightly. She’d always known Harry loved Hermione, even during their own short-lived relationship in her fifth year at Hogwarts, she had hoped Harry would come to love her, but when Ron told her Harry was gay, she decided to be just his friend. Now, she was all grins, for her best friend and was rather pissed off at Ron, he lied to her about Harry, she might have made him hers. ‘Damn that git brother of hers‘.
“You realize mum is going to want to coordinate the wedding, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but she’ll have to go toe to toe with my mum…unless we can somehow con them into working together… Hmmm.” Hermione was drifting, but suddenly shook her head rapidly as if to rid her mind of unwanted thoughts. “No…no, that’s for later.” The timer chimed as the fish was done broiling. Hermione turned the heat off, and together they chatted of inconsequential’s, as they waited.
Seven minutes later, Fred’s head appeared in the fire, hollering for Ginny. When she leaned down before the hearth, he asked if it was OK to come through. Ginny smiled and nodded in welcome, then moved aside.
He and his twin whirled to a stop, seconds apart. Hermione cast a cleaning charm on them both and then wrapped each in a warm and welcoming hug.
Together, they sat to table, and began to discuss Hermione’s revelations while eating the meal the girls had prepared.
George spoke when Hermione had finished. “Once again, our dear brother Ronald has managed to disgrace the entire Weasley clan!”
“Absolutely disgusting!” Fred added. Then they went into their patented twin- speech.
“That Ron would do…”
“Something so degrading…”
“As having so many girls…”
“Without their knowing!”
“Wait a moment. Isn’t that rather hypocritical of you?” Hermione asked; a bit surprised at their disapproval, given their own living arrangements. “I mean, you two are living with Alicia and Angelina, Aren’t you? Didn’t you once tell me that you trade off, on occasion?”
“And Katy, Helen and Lee, too.” Answered George. Fred threw in: “And sometimes, yes. We do.”
“But they all know about each other.” George added.
“We may be pranksters…”
“But there are limits.”
“We would never…”
“Intentionally…”
“Hurt anyone…”
“At least anyone who doesn’t deserve it.” They chimed.
“I really wish you’d tell me how you do that!” She mock-pouted.
“Sorry, luv. Trade secret.” Fred began.
“If we told you…” George continued the thought without pause.
“We’d have to kill you!” They chimed again, both grinning evilly.
“Seriously, Hermione.” George really was serious, for one of the few times she’d known him. “We love the pranks, we live for them actually, but to hurt someone…no, no, to…to betray someone, your best friend, at that, just to stroke your own miserable ego…I’m sorry, luv, but that is just totally wrong!”
“Don’t apologize, George. I totally agree.” She returned, tightly.
Fred took over. “We think it’s time someone knocked the starch, not to mention the stuffing, out of our little brother.”
“I can count on your help, then?”
“Absolutely.” They spoke in unison. Then George leaned forward, resting on an elbow and added in a conspiratorial voice: “So, what’ve you got in mind?”
“Well, I thought I’d teach him a ‘little lesson’ about using people the way he has. I’ve asked Harry to stay clear of this unless absolutely necessary, because as angry at Ron as he is, his getting openly involved in this, would most likely do even more damage to his reputation. Ron would soak that up, and play the wounded party perfectly. He’s good at that, and the fish-wrappers are just itching to find something else to use against him. His buying the Prophet stock helped some, but dear Rita simply hired on with that gossip rag, um, the…well whatever it’s called.” Hermione flicked her hand in dismissal. “They’ll print anything! As it is. I’ve discovered the identities of each of his other ladies. I want you to help me have a little bird put a bug in their ears. As for me, Ron has hurt me, terribly. He hurt me, and he hurt Harry…”
She closed her eyes and sighed heavily. “…and he used me to hurt my best friend.” Then in a sort of whispered sob “he hurt Harry, my sweet Harry” as her eyes teared up.
And then again almost to low to be heard, she turned to Ginny and grabbed her, and wept onto her shoulder “all those years
Harry”
It all caved in on her, the hurt, not her, Harry‘s 

She remembered ‘seeing the light in Harry eyes died without realizing why’ she murmured “oh Harry”

She could now see the underlining sadness of all their get togethers, “oh”
 she moaned
Of Winky’s ‘Master Harry Potter does not has a lady-friend. Master is all alone.’ She cried.
‘Winky wishes master did have a special friend, for then, master would not be so very, very lonesome..
Sad inside’
She whimpered “ lone.. sad”

then Molly’s words ‘I’ve never known Harry to be particularly gay. In fact, he’s usually quite the opposite‘. “not gay, hurt.. Hurting.. oh Harr
“ She cried
A few minutes later as she groaned “all these years
.Harry we.. we.. I I.. I hurt you.. hur
” She shaking and soaking Ginny blouse with her tears
Then somewhere as in a daze she barely heard Ginny “Hermione it wasn’t you, it was Ron, it was Ron who did this”
She muttered “Ron”
After who knows how many minutes and tears, and Ginny holding her tighter, “I didn’t see”
sobbing “I should have
 should ha
”
another sob, Shakily she softy cried “I kept hur
”
a mournful cry “all these years hurting him”. She cried uncontrollable, she could now see the hurt in Harry’s eyes that she never acknowledged. “I kept hurting him
”
Ginny hugged her tighter repeating again and again, “it wasn’t you who hurt Harry, it was my plat brother“, after more minutes and tears, she calmed down slightly, still sobbing.
Slowly she realized Ron used her, used her to hurt Harry
 That smirk ‘I just get something Harry wants’ chant of his “I get something Harry wants” in a bare whisper
Then she mumbled so low only Ginny could hear “ He used me
 shagged me to hurt Haarr
to hurt Harr
.y “ and the tears flooded again..”I should hav
seen
.
Ginny said quietly “it’s ok now Herms, it’s ok, you’re with Harry now” as she hugged her friend.
“I hurt him Gin I hurt him..” she bawled.
Sobbing “I saw the hurt and didn’t see
 I should have seen
 shou“

More minutes of crying racked Hermione body, finally Ginny got thru Hermione’s tears. “It was my brother lies, not you Hermione it was Ron
.. you know Harry loves you, and you love him. You’re together now, you‘re going to marry him, He ask you to Marry Him!”
“Love him
marry
 have his children
 Love him always” Hermione said softly, looking at Ginny’s face, then she kissed her friend and sat back up, wiping her face “Thank You, Gin I I don‘t know
“.
”You needed to get it out Hermione, so you can heal, it‘s over, you got Harry now”
Some minutes later, Her voice grew more forceful. Rage with tears still in her eyes.
“I want him to pay! I want him to know precisely how it feels, to be hurt like this.” She gritted between clenched teeth. “And I want it to be something really humiliating! For hurting me, using me!”
Ginny, Fred and George looked at their friend, one moment a bawling blubbing wreck, the next The Avenging Angel. They all knew Ron was in rough road ahead, if Hermione doesn’t kill him.
“To to hurt, he hurt Harry, My sweet Harry, the years of pain he caused Harry, to pay for the lies to me, to Harry, He got to pay!!!“.
Fred leaned back, thought for a minute, then turned to George, and said: “Tonks?”
Nodding with a nasty grin George agreed. “Tonks!”
“What about Tonks?” Hermione asked, calm, well somewhat and getting better by the minute, drying the tears from her eyes, puzzled that the clumsy, but flamboyant Auror would even be mentioned.
“Hermione, our beautiful and brilliant, sometimes co-conspirator, most people don’t look past our sign. They see us as simple purveyors of jokes and pranks. Not many know that that W-3 has diversified. We have our fingers in quite a number of pies.” George replied.
“Tonks is one of our favorite partners.” Fred added. “During the last part of the war, she told us what the Auror Corps really needed, helped us arrange funding, and provided the market for our ‘special line’. She can’t officially help, of course, being as she’s the chief of her department, now, and the ministry, namely dad, would likely take a dim view of Senior Aurors aiding and abetting a prank of this type, especially considering the prank-ee is one of the ‘heroes of the wizarding world’…but, maybe she could help behind the scenes.”
“How do you mean?”
“Hermione, do you really think we managed to explore all of Hogwarts castle by ourselves?”
“Well, you did have the map…” She replied uncertainly. To be honest, Hermione still wasn’t certain how the twins had managed to get into so many places at Hogwarts. The wards in the castle should have prevented it, but somehow, they had always managed.
“We didn’t nick the map until the middle of our first year. Matter of fact, it was Tonks who suggested we ‘find a way’ into Filch’s office. She told us that there was a whole treasure trove…a filing drawer filled with confiscated items, that might prove to be ‘useful’ to our chosen careers. It turns out she did something of the sort in her second year. Until we came along, in her fourth, she was the undisputed prank-master of Hogwarts. She told us that the second she saw us, she knew we’d be able to take up the mantle when she left.”
Hermione grinned widely. She had the feeling that she was going to love this! George grinned wickedly and went to the floo, to call her.
Tonks had arrived soon, having just finished her paperwork. She groused that it was much more fun to do the fieldwork. Remus, who had just gotten off his job at the Magical Beings Liaison Office, accompanied her. Seeing Hermione, they fell on her, scolding her for not keeping in touch, then wrapped her in a warm double-embrace.
As Hermione was explaining the situation again, without breaking down. Bill, Fleur and Charlie flooed, asking permission to come over. They were greeted by one and all with hugs and kisses. Fleur was showing her third pregnancy quite well. As the girls gathered around to fuss over her, Bill, standing at her elbow, spoke quietly.
“Mum told us there’s a problem with our dear prat of a brother. Can we help?”
Hermione smiled at the support.
Soon enough, the maternal instinct was temporarily sated and those gathered returned to the topic of a wayward redhead.
Hermione launched into her explanation once more.
To say that Fleur was incensed would be like describing the sinking of Atlantis as an erosion problem. She took on a distinctly avian aspect. Her eyes blazed a bright yellow and her features sharpened into something hawk like. Her hands began to curve into talons and she fairly glowed with power. Bill hurriedly stood and tried to calm her. Unfortunately, Fleur wasn’t having any at all. She pushed him aside and growled: “Mon De’esse! Que pensait-il? Il devrait’ etre fouette! Oooh! Il merite’ d’etre Chatre’!” Hermione winced and Bill paled, as apparently they were the only ones besides Fleur who spoke French. Fleur slipped back into English, her accent made heavy by anger. “‘E should be…’E should be shopped into tiny little bits and srown into ze fire!”
Everybody, even Hermione, grimaced at that rather nasty idea, at first. Then Hermione slightly grinned for a moment, and added “That would be to quick, he needs to suffer”. Oh the look in her eye.
Bill finally managed to gently drag his wife into the other room, where he held her warmly and nuzzled her neck, until she began to calm.
Hermione barely heard Charlie’s muttered comment: “Braver man than I am, Gunga Din!”
Tonks stood and pulled Remus into next room. They could all see the two having an animated but silent conversation. Finally, Tonks grinned madly, hugged Remus tightly and kissed his cheek, then led him back to the table.
“Well, Hermione…” Tonks began. “This is what I’d recommend.” She whispered the idea into Hermione’s ear. As she listened, Hermione’s eyes widened, first in shock, then in glee.
“YES! Yes! Yes!” She squealed, dancing around like a four year old and pumping her fist in the air. Placing one hand on her stomach, she began to flex her hips and shoulders in a manner that got the instant attention of every male present, and sang: “It’s perfect! It’s perfect! Oooohhh, Baybeee it’s perfect!”
Fred, George, Ginny, Bill, Fleur and Charlie all stared at her as if she’d gone completely bonkers.
Braving the lunatic, Charlie asked: “Erm…Hermione? What’s perfect?”
Hermione looked at Tonks for permission. Receiving a nod, she explained.
Her audience erupted in howls of laughter.
Later after all was said and done, plan made, suddenly Hermione thought of Harry’s pain again, however this time she didn’t break down, she dwelled on Ron telling Her and Ginny, Harry was gay. Just to
 And a idea hit her, add ‘Just a little twist’ for Harry‘s pain. And she laugh out loud, everyone turning to her “What?”
She said still laughing “sorry just thought of something”
Needless to say they were worried about her, but she assured them she was ok as she still laughed, almost crying.
It was getting late and the little get together started breaking up, every one began headed out, Ginny being worried, she had see her friend go from normal, to happy, to pissed off, to a bubbling ball of shame and pain, to an Avenging Angel, to a dancing ninny, then a scheming female, to a laughing hyena, What’s next? So she asked if Hermione wanted to spend the night.
Without a moment hesitation, she said “no I’m going Home, nice thought though thank you Ginny
“.
She started to hug Ginny bye, but stopped, sort of whispered “Home” smiled, as one the warmest of glow she ever had, wrapped her whole being, ‘Home, Harry and her Home‘, and just stood there basking in the feeling.
Ginny had never seen a happier look on her friends face. She was somewhere far away, so heavenly, after a minute or two she asked “Hermione, what
 you ok?“
She only answered, “Home
 Home to Harry”, kissed Ginny bye and rushed Home to her Love.
Ginny stood for a moment ”what the hell was that about?”
As Ginny readied for bed, she cried a little, oh she was happy for her friend, but she had dreamed of Harry for so long. Her git brother convinced her not to waste her time, but sometime she had thought about going after him anyway, especially when she had ‘The Dream‘. She hadn’t had that one for near six months nor any of her Harry dreams a fortnight or so, but she knew she would tonight.
Harry wasn’t sure what had happen to Hermione at Ginny‘s, but that night he knew he was happiest and the luckiest man in the world.
She came in, gave him the most Loving soulful retching Kiss ever, it left him gasping for air, she stripped, ripped his clothes off, sucked him dry, then rode him until she collapsed, then asked him to roll them over and make love to her, which He did. slow wonderful love, all the while she moaned his name and her love for him, he finished inside her, she rolled him over and did it all over again.
In the aftermath, as his beloved laid in his arms. “I love you Hermione Jean Granger, I always have and will” He whispered.
“I Love you Harry James Potter with all my being“ she purred before sleep overtook her.
Both Hermione and Harry were sore the next morning, But that didn’t stop them, after a couple of soothing spells, a long hot shower, they made love again, Twice, then breakfast although it could have been lunch They were enjoying each other again, several times.
Hermione worn out and sleeping peacefully, Harry slipped out of bed for a nature call, a soothing spell and a pep-up potion, just sat and watched his love sleep, finally called “Winky”
“Yes master Harry Potter sir” as she appeared.
“Winky, Hermione needs to sleep”
“Oh yes the Master worn out his Misses, he has, Winky so happy master has his misses now”
“Huh, thank you, I need to go out for a few minutes, I shouldn’t be long, but if Hermione wakes, tell her I love her and will be right back”
“Of course master Harry Potter sir, Winky will take good care of master misses”
“Thanks Winky” and he dressed and head to Ginny’s
“Ginny” his head pop out the floo.
“Oh hi Harry, just a second” the waved “Come on thru”
“Thanks” as he stepped thru and Ginny caught him “I hate those things”
They hugged and Ginny ask “What can I do for you.. Stud”
“Huh, oh Hermione oh
” and he turned almost the color of her hair.
She giggled.
“You know about Ron and all of course” Ginny nodded
“I’m not going to interfere in whatever Hermione planning”
 he looked perplexed.
“I was wanting
 huh.. what.. “ he studdered
“She.. oh hell what I really want to know is what happen last night, Hermione came home grinning like the Cat who got a crate full of canaries, buckets of cream and a thousand mice. Gave me the most fantastic kiss, ripped our clothes off and we made love for six hours or was it seven
 She passed out on our bed, I held her for awhile. Then I slept the best I even had, woke up for natures call, had a shower, took a pep-up and a soothing potion, watched Hermione sleep for an hour or so and decided I’d ask you what happen last night
. So what happen?”
Ginny just looked at him, gobsmacked
“Ginny.. Ginny 
 happen last night”
“oh my goddess six/seven hours, then held her
. watched her sleep.. Damn, I’m so jealous..” Her eyes kind of glazed over.
“Ginny”
“Yes Harry”
“What happen last night”
“Huh seven hours
 “
“Ginny”
“Ginny huh Hermione”
“Huh
 oh yeah,” Ginny slowly began rambling, ” Hermione came in.. in with a Baklava
 from Cisneros’s
 we talk and nibbled.. she show me her ring, gorgeous ring, we talked, she kept trying to talk about my prat brother, I wanted to talk about you and her se
 huh get together
 seven hours, Merlin 
 we called Fred and George over
 Made supper, they showed up we talked about the prat, Hermione broke down and cried for about an hour, about Ron’s hurting you and her, the hurt and everything caved in on her, She loves you, you know more than anything, she started blaming herself for all those years of pain you had, the hurting”
“I..”
“I know and she knows, the whole thing finally just over ran her, good thing to, think its out of her system
 I finally got thru to her it was Ron’s fault not hers, then she got angry, I mean angry, if Ron had walked in right then she would have ripped to tiny little pieces with her bare hands. She told us she needed to pay him back of all the hurt. Fred and George decided it be best to call Tonks”
“Tonks?”
“Yea seems as good or better than the twins at pranks, She and Remus show up after she got off work. Hermione started telling what happen, Bill, Fleur and Charlie showed up so, talked about the baby, Hermione started over, with out breaking down, every one was piss. Fleur started changing, talking French, that’s one scary lady.. Bill calmed down Fleur. Tonks and Remus talked, told Hermione, She jumped up and down dancing like a kid in a free candy store. Then told us, we worked on it and fixed any faults. We sat for awhile and talked, then everyone went home. Home
 that’s it” Ginny snapped her fingers as what happen dawn on her.
“Home, what’s it”
“Oh, yeah home, I asked Hermione if she wanted to spend the night and she said no she was going Home. I tell you got her for life Harry and if you hurt her I’ll rip your balls off and stuff them in your mouth.”
“What did I do?”
“Oh I’m sorry
 were was I oh she said she was going Home. I never seen anyone so instantly chuffed, Harry she glowed I mean glowed, simply because she was going Home, to your and her Home, not house Home. Her Home with you. Just like the hurt that fell in on her earlier, but opposite, she realized she was going Home to you. You understand right”
“Oh
 Yes I see now, that explains a lot Thank you, I should get home
 Home yeah I understand
 Home to her Thanks Ginny Bye” then Harry kissed her and headed to the floo.
“ seven hours, Goddess” ‘damn that git brother of mine‘.
‘seven hours, damn my knickers are soaking’
Hermione’s revenge was a masterwork of spell-craft
Within a month, preparations were complete and the spell were cast..
Hermione walked into the room filled with nervous women, Seventeen nervous women. None of them knew what was going on. Only that they had been brought here to this conference room in the London Marriott. All eyes turned to her as she entered.
“Hello, ladies. Welcome to London. My name is Hermione Granger.” Hermione addressed the gathered women.
It had been a hideous lot of work, coordinating this. Molly had agreed to keep Ron at the Burrow for the day, busy doing chores that ‘just had to be done, and no one around to do them’. The conspirators had gotten together, located all Ron’s girls and asked them to attend this meeting. They had told each of the women that there was a vital meeting with Ron’s solicitor necessary to be included in any bequests. A few girls refused to have any part of it, saying they didn’t want any of Ron’s money. Those girls had been persuaded to come ‘willingly’ with some cooperation charms that weren’t exactly the lightest of magicks. Harry’s money smoothed over the travel arrangements, and he had personally gone to some employers to ‘arrange’ for short holidays for those girls that needed help.
The room quieted and Hermione began to speak.
“Officially, until just recently, I was Ronald Weasley’s only girlfriend!” This brought a moment of silence as each girl there, digested this tidbit. Then the shit truly hit the fan! Only judiciously applied silencing charms kept the hotel staff unaware of the near-riot taking place in the in the seventh floor conference room.
Ron Weasley had been having a bad couple of months. First Hermione had gone and run off with that pouf, Potter, his so called best friend. Then, just a week later, Harry had the nerve to ask him, in front of his whole family, no less, to be his bloody best man! He was going to marry the slag.
What could he do? The whole bunch of them would likely roast him over an open pit if he’d even considered refusing, so he’d smiled and agreed.
Well at least he had her first, he smiled to himself, Harry getting my leftovers. Hope he like loose pussy. He’ll know I broke her in good their wedding night. Hell she’ll most likely be back within a month or so after the wedding, begging for “the Ron-meister” to shag her
worthless mudblood
 Maybe I will maybe not
. Of course we’ll have to keep it a secret, so Hermione, the whore, can stay married to Harry’s money
 so she can send me some
 guess maybe I will shag the whore and take Harry‘s money
 later I’ll bring in another bird and have that skank Hermione eat my leavings out of the bird’s fresh shagged pussy as I stick it to her whore arse, the slut
 I’ll make her my sex toy
 even give her to my teammates for a bang
 Now wouldn’t that be bloody brilliant Harry’s love being shagged by the whole team.. of course I’ll take photos, so I can send them to Harry and that rag press when I‘m done with her
 no I won‘t send them to Harry I‘ll hand them personally, that way I can see the look on his face, when he see his precious Hermione’s spunk covered body with a dick in her mouth, pussy, ass and each hand at the same time, loving it, with more blokes waiting their turn and
 yea a current Daily Prophet showing the date
 She’ll be out on her arse so fast and Harry will be begging to be my best friend again
 Fuck him, hell maybe I‘ll play him to. Brilliant!!
Just a week ago, just over two months after Hermione left him, he’d stood by and watched his old ‘friend’ marry his girl, his ex-girl, the whore, ‘she just wants Harry‘s money‘, he said to himself.
To make matters worse, after the guests had gone, Ginny had walked up to him and slapped him hard enough to knock him on his arse. None of his family would even talk to him. “What did I do?”
The twins had apparently declared a prank war on him. He’d wake up cemented to his bed, or the water would turn him orange, or suddenly he’d have two left hands…that sort of rubbish!
The morning after the wedding, he got a howler from his mum…at the clubhouse! The whole team had had a good laugh at that! Somehow, she’d found out about his harem. And now, to make things worse, all of his girls are suddenly ‘unavailable’. They wouldn’t even return his calls, floo or phone…not that it would do him any good. For the past month, or so, he’d been having a ‘little problem’.
Today, almost three months after Hermione left him, was the worst of the lot. He angrily clutched the crumpled sheet of yellow parchment in his fist. He’d been sidelined! Coach McGrath had explained very carefully that his performance had dropped below standards, and he was being relegated to the reserve. Ron had almost quit over that. Only the idea of returning to his family, as a complete failure, stayed his quill…plus the fact that he’d have to return his signing bonus, most of which, he’d already spent.
He walked into the clubhouse to find the rest of the team at the bar. Quidditch hags abounded, even for the Cannons, and tonight was no different, although the girls were a bit scarce. Those who were there, were already attached. ‘Ah well.’ He thought.
A guy at the bar handed him a shot of Old Ogden’s and a mug of stout, then walked away, swiping a flannel here and there. Ron turned to the bar tossed back the shot, and took a healthy swig of his beer.
The helpful man at the bar walked into the hallway leading to the loo’s, and out the door. He smiled nastily, and quietly disapparated.
Seeker, Steven Katzmann joined him at the bar. “Oy Ron! What happened? I heard you’ve been sent to the reserve!”
“I have no bloody idea, Steve. I must have hacked off the wrong god, or something. My life has been shit lately! I can’t believe they sent me to the bench!”
He took a long draw at his ale, then continued. “I may have missed a couple, lately, but there aren’t many who can compete with me. My saves are in the thousands! Hell, I’m one of the top three keepers in the league!”
“Ron, I don’t know if I’m the one to say this, but you know I can’t turn down an opportunity to rain on your parade.”
“Yeah. I noticed that about you, mate. What do you think?”
“Personally, I think…Hermione. You got caught, didn’t you?”
Ron sighed. “Yeah. A couple months ag….” His eyes grew round.
Steve grinned. He so loved to be the one to deliver bad news to Ron. Of course, the two of them took it in turns. They had a ‘friendly rivalry’ going to see who could bring the other the most bad news. Seeing as how they were both quite often in trouble, the competition had grown rather fierce. Steve even understood that the rest of the team was betting on their final tally each year. This year, he was going to win. Ron wasn’t a bad sort, but hey, sports is sports, hunh?
“Mebbee she put a bug in ol’ lady Phillips ear. You know she don’t take well to people cheating on their wives and such. She’s still hacked off at her ol’ man, for that, and that was way back in fourty-two!”
Ron spoke again. “Nahh. Hermione isn’t the type to do this. She may hex me, or maybe even hit me, but she’s not the type to go for this kind of revenge. I’ve been getting shit from all sides, for a while now.”
And Ron being Ron said “Just as well I was going to dump her anyway, lately she had become too possessive, and she’s not that mint of a fuck to be so demanding”.
“Who’s she with now?”
“Harry. But he’s not the type either. This feels like something planned. Not some one-time thing. He’s impulsive, not calculating. He hit me pretty hard, busted my nose, in fact, but after that…well, he always was rather protective of her.”
‘Harry?’ Steve thought he knew all Ron’s friends. This ‘Harry’ was a new one on him. “Harry, who?”
“Potter.”
“You know Harry Potter, The Harry Potter?” Steve was stunned. He’d heard some rumors about Ron, but he never really gave them much credence.
“Of course, I know Harry Potter! We were best mates in school! Me, Harry and Hermione. They used to call us ‘the golden trio’. We fought together when Harry destroyed Voldemort. Hell, I even got the Order of Merlyn, out of it! Hermione did too!”
Steve was stunned. He’d never met anyone who’d been awarded the coveted Order of Merlyn before, and now he found he’d been on the same team as someone who had, for the past three years! On top of that, his teammate was friends with Harry frickin’ Potter, the bloke who kicked the dark lord’s arse!
“Harry Potter! Wow! Do you think he’d…?”
“Naah.” Ron shook his head in disgust. “He never makes appearances anymore. He says he hated the publicity of being ‘The-boy-who-lived’. Like anybody’d fall for that!” Ron sneered at the idea of anyone not loving the fame and glory Harry enjoyed.
“Well, shit!”
“He sometimes comes to the matches here, or at Holyhead, but he’s always in disguise.”
“Why would he go to see Holyhead play?”
“Oh, that. My sister, Ginny, is their starting seeker, they almost dated.” Ron turned to his drink again.
‘I broke that up I can break Hermione and Harry up too, when she comes begging for a shag, I’ll bugger the whore for awhile and kick her out onto the street’ he mused.
On the other side of the bar someone began to laugh.
Ron thought hard for a minute, then his eyes rounded again. “No!” He spat out the word like a curse.
“What?” Steve asked.
“Ginny!”
“Ooookay! Your sister What about her?”
“Hermione and Ginny are thick as thieves, and Ginny loves Harry, too. She always has. Now, Hermione wouldn’t go for revenge, and Harry ‘the white bloody knight’ wouldn’t either, but Ginny would. Oh yes! Ginny definitely would! I don’t think she’d go as far as getting me sacked, but she would want to make me pay. Oh, hell! If she’s found out about my other birds…Shit! I gotta hide.” Ron jumped up from the stool only to find all the other players and their groupies pointing at him, laughing.
“What?” He asked, the air around him.
Steve answered. “Ron, did you know your hair just turned purple and green? We’re playing against Puddlemere tomorrow!”
Horrified, Ron turned to the full-length mirror over the bar. Sure enough, his hair was divided into three neatly defined stripes. The largest middle one being purple, the outer two a blazing neon green. The colors favored by Puddlemere United.”
“BlOODY HELL!”
The game against Puddlemere did not go well at all. It seemed that the Cannons couldn’t stop a single goal and only scored one. The game ended at four hundred fifty to ten. Ron had dyed his hair a vibrant orange, to cover what he was certain was a prank by the twins, Fred and George. It didn’t help. Whatever they had used, be it a potion, or more likely, a spell, resisted concealment. The vibrant purple and green came right through. Ron could see the Cannons’ owner sitting in the top with too many familiar figures. Most of the Weasley’s were there, along with Harry and Hermione, ‘the slag hanging all over Harry, pretending she loves him‘. Every time he looked, he could see Harry’s emerald green eyes flashing in the sun. it was unsettling, Ron wanted to crawl into his jersey.
Once the word got out, that Potter was there, almost everybody in the stadium craned their necks to see the Hero of the wizarding world. Unfortunately Ron’s teammate Steve, was paying more attention to Harry than to his game. A bludger hit him between the shoulder blades and knocked him completely off his broom. The only thing that saved him from a long stay in St. Mungos, was Harry, who whipped out his wand and bellowed an arresting charm.
Katzmann still hit pretty hard. The stadium’s healers floated his body off the pitch and to the infirmary.
Ron’s new week started badly, by his being called on the carpet. The Cannons’ owner, one Alice Phillips, had seen his ‘unusual’ hairdo, and demanded he explain to her satisfaction, his apparent defection to the enemy. That led to his explaining about the prank presumably played by his brothers, who were now well known throughout the wizarding world for their joke shop, and then to his sister who was seeker for the Harpies. That little tit bit did not garner him any friends on the board! Still, Mrs. Phillips wanted to know why Ron’s brothers and his sister, would play such a vicious prank on him, especially as he would likely be quite visible to the fans.
Slowly, painfully, the truth was dragged out. To say Mrs. Phillips was not pleased would to be an understatement of nearly Biblical proportions. She summarily dismissed the rest of the board and stood nose to nose with Ron for the next hour screaming invective at him at the top of her voice, like a South London dockworker. Ron noted some hours later, in the tiny little part of his brain that was not still cringing in shock, astonishment and outright terror, that in all the time she was screeching she never once repeated a single foul word.
Relieved he had only been suspended for a month and not sacked, Ron decided to stop by the clubhouse and find someone to ‘commiserate’ with. He only hoped his ‘little problem’ would not show up tonight.
The party to welcome Steven Katzmann back from his short stay at St. Mungos was in full swing.
He’d reported that Harry Potter, of all people, had visited him in his room after the healers had finished with him! Potter even laughtly had called him a bloody idiot for losing concentration during a match, but signed his jersey before leaving. The signed jersey now hung behind the bar protected by the best security charms money could buy. People clustered here and there drinking, swapping stories of past matches and playing snooker for pints.
Ron walked in, to be greeted by a loud “Hurrah!”
Everybody there knew about his dressing down at the hands of the teams’ owner, no less, and welcomed the survivor with the usual harassment. Pints were thrust his way, and a bevy of lovely young lasses, all wanting to shag a Quiddich player, grouped around him. Instantly his erection sprouted. Fortunately, his robes hid it well. Ron dearly hoped it wouldn’t desert him when he needed it. That had happened so often, of late. He put it down to stress, and dismissed it entirely.
Grabbing one of the offered mugs, Ron took a swig, and wrapped his arm around the nearest girl.
The party lasted well into the night. As the team would not be playing for a fortnight, or training until Monday, they were not too concerned with the regular curfew. They’d played hard, and lost spectacularly. “That ought to count for something, neh?” They had argued, rather successfully, it seemed.
As Ron was suspended, he didn’t have a curfew. He and his soon-to-be conquest, Jennifer, played, drank, snogged, groped, touched, tickled, teased and did everything but actually shag, before they left together.
Ron and Jennifer stumbled drunkenly up the stairs to his flat. Wrapped in each other they fumbled the door open and fell inward.
“Bloody hell!” He growled. Jennifer just lay there, giggling.
Gaining his feet, Ron reached down and pulled his groupie to hers. Before they even reached the door to his bedroom, her top had gone flying, followed by his robe and her bra. He stumbled as he pulled her pants down over her luscious arse.
Walking and stripping your girl while drunk was hard to do, even for wizards.
In the bedroom, he pushed her onto the bed, and pulled her knickers down her legs. She was open, wet and ready for him. Tossing the undergarment behind him, he unzipped his own trousers, and yanked them and his boxers off.
Now, he stood in all his not-inconsiderable glory. Jennifer’s eyes widened at the sight and she savored the thought of the treat, which this night would be. Grinning wantonly, she drew her knees up and slowly let them fall to the sheets
. Ron settled over Jennifer, she waited anxiously as he positioned his cock at her opened pussy. He pushed into her, and thrust a couple times, grinning. ‘YES!’ He crowed triumphantly to himself.
Then it all went south.
His erection flagged immediately, and he slipped out. Try as he might, he couldn’t get it to return. An hour later, a exasperated Jennifer walked out, in utter contempt, cursed “limp dick fairy”
Every month, regular as clockwork, Ron would get a letter from Harry and Hermione. Of course, he always threw the letters into the fire. He didn’t want to talk to those traitors!
Half a year later, Harry and Hermione Potter returned from their around-the-world honeymoon cruise. Ron was waiting. The next day, he apparated to Godric’s Hollow, walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
Harry opened the door, and broke into a hearty grin as he greeted his oldest friend.
“Ron! Hey mate. How are you? Come in, come in!” Harry escorted Ron to the lounge, plonked him onto the deeply cushioned sofa, and asked Winky to provide some tea and biscuits.
The house elf returned and placed the tea service on the coffee table. As she popped away, Ron could have sworn she had smiled a particularly vindictive smile. He shuddered as icy tingles ran down his spine. Harry sat opposite, and poured. Handing the teacup to his mate, Harry asked: “How’ve you been, Ron?” It had been a long while since they’d seen each other, after all, and he wanted to catch up.
“Harry?” Ron asked, with no preamble. “Can you tell me what Hermione did?”
“What do you mean, Ron?” Harry appeared honestly curious, although he knew precisely what Ron was asking.
“Harry, I know it wouldn’t have been you. You’re not the type to do that to a bloke. Hermione is smart enough to think of it, but I honestly didn’t think she was either, until I overheard Ginny and the twins talking. She cast some sort of spell on me that makes it so I can’t…well, you know! Hell I can’t even wank”
Ron was now blushing so brightly, Harry was tempted to turn out the lights, just to see what would happen.
Hermione chose that moment to walk in, with a nasty smirk.
“Ronald.” She explained. “We sent you instructions on how to break the spell every month…well after the third month, anyway. Throw them away or burn them.” She gave him that Hermione look.
After a few minutes to make him sweat.
She explained to her ex-old friend, how she had taken a ‘performance enhancing’ charm and reversed it. She mixed it with something she’d developed, that would ensure Ron got an erection as soon as he saw a new girl, any new girl, but would, moments after he entered her, cause it to fail him and!
When she refused to remove it! Ron went instantly raging angry, ‘how could she
 to me‘, he thought make her, force her to take care of him, but he just sat there, knowing he could do nothing, Harry or that damn elf would kill him, if he tried. Hermione saw his fist clench, she knew he‘d do nothing.
After a few moments, She did, however, explain the catch.
The catch was this: If Ron continued to use women as he’d done, he would continue to have this particular erectile dysfunction, for as long as it took to learn his lesson. Once he did, the charm would fade.
However She didn’t tell, him it would come back twice as bad if he return to his old abusive ways. And it would take only certain type of women to clear it next time. The whole spell was a mental charm, in fact, several combined and if you didn’t know where or what you’d never find it. She grinned.
Ron was dumb struck “What
 but I haven’t
 in seven months, I need huh relief
”
“Well get your act together learn how to treat women, find a nice girl and behave”
“How can I huh find one who
”
“Figure it out twit”
“But Hermione I need help, relief
 now”
Now the Icing on the cake.
“Oh there is one way to get relief tonight Ronald,”
“You going to help me” he looked hopeful, He smirked inside ‘she wants the Ron-meister, I knew the fairy couldn’t please her’
“Not really. The only way for relief tonight is to have sex with a man,”
“What!!!” If looks could kill, Hermione would have died,
“You have to suck a man’s penis to completion and swallow his load first, then you can shag him, if he wants, but no one else. only the bloke you suck off. Oh, also it One suck one shag
”
Ron lurch at her, Dobby and Harry twitch, he sat back “why?” he demanded.
“You told Me and Ginny and no telling how many others, Harry was gay“, Hermione said.
She gave him the go fuck yourself, you lying sack of
 look, every woman has, stored away for the right time
“you lied about Harry”
“I know now you never loved me, you just used me, but more than that, you used me to hurt Harry
 “
“A muggleborn is only good for shagging, sound familiar.. Miss Pureblood“.
The expression on Ron’s face was priceless.
Then Hermione said total deadpan, colder than ice, “Now if you need relief, go find a bender, give him a knobber and maybe he’ll let you shag his mouth, bugger him or wank you off. I don‘t care“.
He wanted to strangle her, rip her clothes off the Bitch, beat her to a pulp, but saw Dobby and Winky staring at him, not to mention Harry. ‘If he moved wrong’
Then cheerfully as can be she said, “Now if you’ll excuse us, Miss Ronnie
 Harry and I are going to be busy for the next couple hours or so, making Love, wonderful sweet Love. with his beautiful huge HARD COCK giving me orgasm after orgasm as he always does
 You
 you can suck a dick”
The look of Ron’s face was deliciously delightful to see, he was broke, she done it, she paid him back for Harry’s and her pain. She knew it would take Ron a long time to finally work it out and cure himself, years if ever… Maybe he’ll start seeking for the other team
 she really didn’t care.
He just looked at her, cup in hand..
“Now bugger off Roniee
 Don’t come back!”.
Taking her husband’s hand and leading him towards the stairs. “Dobby, please show, huh this woofter out, after he finish his tea and please change the wards, he‘s not welcome here anymore”
“Yes Mistress Hermione Potter”
Ron sat there with that tea cup in his hand stupefied, ‘How could she
 to ME‘.
He heard slight sounds of love making, getting louder, then Hermione’s screams of pleasure. He looked at Dobby, and Dobby only shrugged “theys at it again”.
Ron set the cup down and Dobby escorted him to the door, “she never sounded like that with me” he mumbled as the door closed behind him.
Dobby smiled.

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What Mary gets up to…… part 3

This is the story of Mary, she is sixteen, during her summer school holidays she works at the hotel her parents own. This story needs to be read in order for continuity, this is what she gets up in that holiday



Sari, the taking. Chapter 2

I recommend reading part 1 if you haven’t already
I realize now that I did mess up the “Shaw” thing but it seems unnatural to change it now.
Sorry this took so long it was the combination of life and writers block .
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She was woken by a whispered “Sari, its time, you have to get up now.” The naked breast resting on Sari’s shoulder as the girl leaned over her was an instant reminder of where she was and the days events that led her here. As so many other times today she felt overwhelmed by the many emotions running through her. She felt scared and lonely at the thought that she might never see her family again, yet strangely excited by this new erotic world she was entering. She was scared that she didn’t know enough or wouldn’t be able to please the Shaw. On top of all that the girls hand on her hip, her lips so close to Sari’s ear she could feel her breath and her breast resting on Sari’s shoulder was really exciting her. A girl was turning her on, what was wrong with her? As she started to roll to the girl that had woken her she was so relieved to see it was Nariah that she leaned in and kissed her. Both mouths opened and tongues swirled together the second their lips met. Nariah moaned into Sari’s mouth as she wrapped an arm around her head and pulled her mouth tighter to hers. Sari felt Nariah shift her weight and start to climb onto the bed with her. She spread her stocking covered legs when she felt Nariah’s leg start to move between them.
Everything came to a very sudden halt with a loud *SMACK*! As Nariah jumped back rubbing her ass cheek. Sari heard a voice she had already come to know and fear. “Enough, there is no time for this. It would seem you already have a fan. Nariah here practically begged me to be the one to wake and prepare you.” Their Mistress then turned on Nariah “I brought you here to do a job, now do it!” With that she move to a corner and seemed to be paying very little attention to the girls.
Nariah came forward and knelt before Sari who was now sitting on the edge of the bed. She slid her hands up either side of one of her thighs. Just as Sari started to lean back enjoying the feeling of Nariah’s hands, the girl hooked her fingers into the edge of her stocking and started to pull it down. Once it was off she repeated with the other leg. Nariah then rose and went to the chest of drawers which was the only other furniture in the room and came back with a fresh set. As she once again knelt Sari raised her leg to help the girl get the stockings on. Once again she was mesmerized by how soft and cool the fabric was. Checking over her shoulder to make sure it was safe Nariah leaned forward and planted a delicate kiss at the top of Sari’s pussy as she was pulling the second stocking into place. This done she took one of Sari’s hands in her own and pulled Sari up with her as she started to rise. Sari let herself be pulled up by Nariah and when she was finally standing she found herself extremely close to the girl. Nariah leaned in and whispered “You need to be ready, he is not often gentle.” As she said this she drug a finger across the slit of Sari’s pussy. Nariah made herself busy around Sari, brushing her hair out, making sure that nothing was missed when she was shaved earlier that day, making sure Sari would be perfect for her visit to the Shaw. Nariah took every chance she got, as well as made up several excuses to brush across Sari’s pussy or tweak a nipple. Nariah liked Sari and wanted her to enjoy her first time as much as possible, so she was going out of her way to keep Sari excited and wet. She doubted the Shaw would take the time. After everything else was prepared she walked around behind Sari and hooked a finger into the string loop of the phallus that was still in her ass. She gave it a couple playful tugs before she pulled it free while kissing Sari’s neck and whispering a good luck to her. The phallus had been in her ass so long Sari had almost forgotten about it. Forgotten until she felt the immeasurable relief of having it out of her. Sari couldn’t restrain her moan as it pulled free. Nariah stepped back and announced “She is ready Mistress.”
Their Mistress was shaken out of her thoughts and took a quick walk around Sari to make sure nothing had been forgotten. Nariah had done this for her partner many times but the Shaw was particularly interested in this girl and she didn’t want anything to be missed. Satisfied that everything was in order she said “Alright lets go.”
They led Sari down an amazing labyrinth of hallways so deep Sari knew there was no way she could find her way back to even the room they had just left. They came to the end of a hall. A large set of doors in front of her. She knew this was it. Her heart was pounding so hard she could barely hear her Mistress ask “Do you remember what I taught you this morning?”
“Y-y-yes Mis-stress” she was barely able to stammer out. And she was able to recall most of her lessons.
Her Mistress took a step forward and for the first time was gentle with Sari. She put a hand on her shoulder and said “Try to relax girl, it will be much better that way. I didn’t have enough time to train you but I still think you will be ok”
With that her Mistress stepped back and opened the door “She is ready your Highness.”
Sari hesitated for just one second, unsure, before realizing there was no turning back and walked through the door. As soon she caught her first glimpse of the Shaw everything she had learned throughout the day was quickly forgotten. For only the second time today she felt naked, squirming a little, trying to find a way to cover herself without him realizing what she was doing, all while he stood in a thin robe of the deepest red, staring back at her. He was beautiful. He was tall and had a broad and powerful build, a full head of short cropped dark hair, and piercingly focused eyes. He had a casual yet confident way about him. As he started to make his way towards Sari she did the only thing she could think of and sank down to her knee’s. Head down she muttered a shaky “Your Highness.”
Then she heard the door pulled closed behind her.
He couldn’t help but smile seeing her reaction. So many girls had reacted this way when being in his presence, even some of the best trained, and this girl couldn’t have had but a couple of hours training at the most. Slowly he walked around her as she kneeled before him, taking in the beauty he had acquired earlier that morning. Her golden hair with just a touch of curl to it. Full breasts just a little bigger then would fit into his hands, her full hips and round ass that he knew would fill out perfectly as she got just a little older. Full lips, cute little nose, and startling green eyes. She was perfect. He’d gone through the day completely distracted. Managing the affairs of his office with only half a mind. He found his cock stirring many times through out the day when his mind would wander to the things he wanted to do her, that he almost had one of his girls take care if it. Now that she was here in front of him, he was glad he had decided to wait. As he came back around in front of her he shrugged out of his thin robe letting it fall to the ground. He was already completely hard in anticipation.
As the Shaw made his way in front of her Sari braved a quick glance up at him. He had removed his robe and as her eyes move up his body she realized that the leather phallus her Mistress had worn was an exact duplicate of his hard cock. Only his was standing straight up instead of hanging between his legs. Her eyes continued up until they met his staring down at her. Afraid she had made an error looking at him she quickly lowered her eyes. As she started to lower he gaze, her vision passed over his hard cock again and she was reminded that she was there for a reason. She figured he was probably waiting for her, wondering what was taking so long. With that she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth.
He gasped as she took his cock into her mouth. Not only out of pleasure but shock as well. Even some of the most well trained girls had to be told to begin, and this girl with barely any training at all wasted no time. He knew it was going to be a great night.
Sari felt the Shaw place his hands on the back of her head as she started working his cock in and out of her mouth. His hands weren’t exactly forcing her, more like guiding her forward and back while she was still in control. It didn’t take more then a few seconds for her lessons of the day to start to come back to her. She raised one hand to cup and massage the Shaw’s balls. She also remembered Nariah’s warning and used her other hand to tease her pussy to keep it nice and ready for whatever he had planned for her. It also didn’t take long for Sari to realize she actually enjoyed doing this for the Shaw. His occasional moans made her feel like she was doing a good job despite all her fears. She found she enjoyed not only the feeling of his cock in her mouth but also enjoyed the taste. She especially loved looking up at him as he leaned his head back with a sigh every time she took a second to roll her tongue around the head of his cock. Soon she started to feel the Shaw’s hands on her head become a little more forceful pushing her down on his cock each time making her take just a little more. At first she found it difficult not to gag as his cock hit the back of her throat but she quickly learned that if she just relaxed it would slide right down her throat with no problems. She heard the Shaw’s breathing become erratic and felt his penis start to throb in her mouth and throat. She remembered her Mistress’ warning and prepared to drink whatever her Shaw gave her. The Shaw’s fingers tightened and painfully took two fists full or Sari’s hair and very forcefully pulled her forward until his cock was completely buried in her mouth and throat. The Shaw gave a loud grunt as she felt his cock flex and release the first of many streams of a salty fluid deep into her throat. She began swallowing everything he gave as more and more was unloaded into her. As the flow of fluid slowed and came to a stop she felt his hands relax and release her hair, Sari then began to work his cock in and out of her mouth again. She made sure to get every last drop from his cock. Not only was she warned that she would be punished if she missed any, but she found she actually enjoyed the taste as well. Only when his cock started to soften and she was sure she hadn’t missed any did she let him slip from her mouth, again looking down.
Sari sat there looking down for what seemed like and eternity before she mumbled a quiet “I hope that pleased you, your Highness.”
She grew fearful when she heard her Shaw chuckle but felt great pleasure when he took her chin in his hands and making her look up at him as he smiled down on her and replied “More then I could have ever hoped for.” With that he pulled her up to her feet and guided her over to the bed. Sari had never seen a bed as large as this. Her whole family could have fit in this bed. It was covered in rich blankets of bright red silk, the same color of the robe he had been wearing earlier. He laid her down on her back in the center of this enormous bed and sat beside her. “Tell me, have you ever used your fingers to bring pleasure to yourself child?” he asked her.
Sari blushed at the question and looked away embarrassed. “Yes your Highness, though it was nothing like what i have experienced today.” she replied.
He only chucked and said “Its nothing to be embarrassed about. Its actually very natural. In fact I want you to try again, use what you learned earlier today”
“Now your Highness?”
“Yes child. Now.” The Shaw then placed a hand between her legs and started to pull the closest one towards him. Effectively spreading her legs. His hand remained and stroked up and down her stockings covered thigh.
Sari resigned herself to her fate. As embarrassed as she was, she knew she didn’t have a choice. She moved a hand between her legs and started to trace the length of her slit with one finger. Just barely grazing across the top of her lips. After a couple of passes of her finger across the top of her lips she let her finger dip between the folds to get some of her moisture on her finger. Then slid the finger up between her pussy lips till it found its way to that little nub at the top. With one last glance at her Shaw, who was smiling down at her, Sari closed her eyes and decided to enjoy what she was doing.
Yet again the Shaw was amazed with the girl he was watching. He loved watching girls bring themselves pleasure. There was so much you could learn from watching. What they enjoyed or avoided, what seemed to bring extra sensations and what had seemly little effect. The problem was that very few girls were able to get over their nervousness or embarrassment of having a man watch this private moment. Yet again this girl with almost no training at all seemed to be able to do what so many well trained girls couldn’t. The Shaw sat and watched as this girl rolled her clit around in her fingers. Mouth open, eyes closed breathing heavily. He couldn’t believe his eyes when she rolled slightly to the side and slid her other hand beneath herself to start to tease her ass at the same time.
Sari had lost her self in the moment, while she had forgotten where she was, she hadn’t forgotten the things she had learned today. One of the things that had continually set her off today was when one of the girls had paid attention to her ass. So Sari leaned to the side and moved her free hand beneath her. She extended one finger and started to trace it around the ring of her anus while still working her click with her other hand. When she couldn’t take it anymore she moved to slide a finger into both openings. She was brought suddenly back to herself as the Shaw’s hand caught her hand that had been working her pussy.
“Not here, I will be the first to enter here!”
He then brushed her had completely away from her pussy as he started climbing between her legs. He motioned to the hand that had been under her and said “Keep doing that.”
As the Shaw knelt between her legs he used his fingers to pull her lips apart and pull her hood back. She first felt his tongue down near her entrance, but it wasn’t until he had worked his way up to licking her clit that she finally slid the tip of her finger into her ass. She let out a moan as the Shaw sucked her clit into her mouth while still flicking it back and forth with his tongue. He just kept brushing his tongue back and forth across her clit, over and over again and she knew it wouldn’t be much longer until she was washed away in that overwhelming tidal wave of pleasure. As that moment came she grabbed a fist full of her Shaw’s hair and pulled him tight to her pussy with her free hand. Some how the Shaw was able to maintain his hold on her clit with his mouth even though she knew she was bucking her hips wildly against him. Just as she began to think this feeling might never end she felt him release her clit from his mouth. It wasn’t until this moment that she realized that her finger was completely buried in her ass. She released her hold on her Shaw’s hair, worried she might be punished for her actions. But when she looked down to see his reaction. He simply grinned at her.
The Shaw had been so turned on by what had just happened he couldn’t wait any longer. He moved up her body to take her. Stopping for just a moment to nibble at her nipples. Taking his place above her, his cock poised at the entrance to her virgin pussy, he whispered down to her “This will probably hurt for a few moments, I will make it as gentle as possible.” With that he pushed into her
Sari felt the head of the Shaw’s penis working its way into her. It hadn’t gotten very far when she felt the resistance, it did hurt, then she felt as if she was being torn apart inside of her as he forced the rest of his cock inside of her. Just as she was about to scream out, she realized that the worst was over. The Shaw was sitting very still inside of her and she was quickly getting accustomed to having him there. Having given her a moment to adjust she felt him start to slowly pull himself back out. Just as the tip was the only thing left inside of her, he switched and slowly, gently started pushing back into her. He continued this long slow stroke in and out of her for a few moments she found herself actually enjoying it. She started to rock her hips in rhythm with him. Raising her hips up to meet his downward thrusts into her.
The Shaw felt her start to respond to his movements and started to move faster inside of her. She matched his pace. Faster and faster they moved together. The Shaw, having just cum in her mouth not long before, was able to keep this up for a long while. Hearing her panting moans under him only excited him more, pushing faster and harder into her. He remembered her playing with her ass when she was masturbating so he moved a hand down, lifting one of her legs just a little and slid a finger to her ass.
As Sari felt the Shaw’s finger start to work its way into her ass she knew that once again she was going to be swept away. She lifted both her legs and wrapped them around the Shaw’s waist and began humping her hips against him as hard as she could.
Sari’s legs wrapped around his waist only drove the Shaw on further, he started thrusting as hard and deep into her as he could, their bodies slapping together with each thrust, he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.
Sari screamed out as the most intense orgasm she had yet experienced rocked through her body. Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around her Shaw as he pounded into her over and over again.
Feeling Sari’s pussy pulsing around his cock was more then the Shaw could take. He gave a loud grunt as he started shooting his cum inside her. Blast after blast rocked him as it left his body and into hers. He couldn’t believe how much cum he had after cumming so recently. His hips finally slowed then stopped with him still inside her. They were both panting and out of breath. Slowly he pulled his now withering cock out of her and moved to lay beside her.
After they had both caught their breathe and regained a little composure the Shaw looked down. He saw his cock as well as her thighs and the tops of her stockings had her virginal blood on them. He got up and made his way to the door. Pulling it open he spoke to someone on the other side “Send in some girls, and I want their Mistress as well.” With that he closed the door.
He had barely taken a few steps from the door when it opened back up and two girls dressed only in white stockings entered the room, Sari didn’t recognize either of them. The Shaw turned to them and said “Where is your Mistress?”
One of the girls bowed and said “She will be here in a moment, she has already been sent for.”
“Take her and get her cleaned up and bring her back to me.” The Shaw told the girl while motioning to Sari.
The two girls came and pulled Sari to her feet and started to guide her back out the door. Sari let herself be guided along as her legs were feeling a little shaky. Just as they were leaving the room they saw their Mistress walking in. She gave Sari a quick glance before hurrying to the Shaw saying “You called for me your Highness?”
The last thing Sari heard the Shaw say before she was hurried down the hall was “Yes, I called for you because I’m really going to need someone who knows what they are doing.” Sari was ashamed of herself, she was sure she had done something wrong, she hadn’t pleased him. She had gotten so lost in her own enjoyment that she forgot what she was there for. Was she going to be punished? What would happen to her now?
What Sari had missed was the conclusion to the Shaw’s statement. “That girl is just amazing, I don’t know how you got such results in only a few hours time. I have one opening left and I intend to break her in completely. I need you to get me ready for her again.” The Mistress dropped to her knee’s without saying a word and took his cock into her mouth. Part of the reason she was given the position she had was how she was able to please the Shaw. She held nothing back. Sucking and working his cock at first with little result, but she continued her work.
Meanwhile, Sari had been taken just a little down the hall to another bathing room. This pool was not as large as the one she had visited earlier that day, but was still huge compared to the copper tub she was used to. The girls quickly stripped her out of her stockings and led her to the pool. The girls were very efficient about their work this time. They cleaned her as they had been ordered to, but nothing more. They put fresh stockings on her legs and led her back to the Shaw’s quarters.
As they entered the Shaw’s quarters the first the she saw was her Mistress down on her knee’s working his once again hard cock in her mouth. Sari was ashamed. She hadn’t been able to please her Shaw so he called in for someone who could.
When the Shaw saw Sari’s return he pulled his cock free from the mouth that had aroused him again and said “Dismissed, all three of you.” Sari watched as her Mistress rose from her knees and walked over to take the two girls in arm and lead them out of the room. Closing the door as she left.
The Shaw moved over and took a bowl off a shelf, She could see that it was filled with the same cream he had used on the girls earlier that morning as he had inspected them. He looked over at her and said “Lay back down, on your stomach this time.”
Sari did as she was told. Laying down in the middle of the bed on her stomach she watched as the Shaw sat down by her and dipped his finger into the cream. His finger came out of the bowl with a fair amount of the cream on it and moved behind her. She wasn’t surprised as his finger came in contact with her ass, though the cold still made her jump a little. He gently massaged the cream around her ass for a moment before his finger entered her ass smoothly. After rubbing some of the cream inside of her ass she felt him remove his finger and saw it return to the bowl. He then proceeded to rub some of the cream on his cock before he set the bowl down. The Shaw once again moved between her legs and positioned his cock right at the opening of her ass. She heard him whisper “I will try to be gentle here as well.” Sari felt his cock pressing down not a moment after he had finished speaking.
Sari was instantly grateful for the phallus that has been in her ass for the better part of the day. Even though it hadn’t even been half the size of her Shaw’s cock she could only imagine how painful this would have been without it. Even though the Shaw was gentle it was still painful. Not unbearable, but painful. Just as she felt like she couldn’t take anymore she felt his hips hit her butt. Once again he gave her a moment to adjust before continuing. As her body began to adjust to having his cock in her ass Sari gave a small nod letting her Shaw know she was ready. Again he started slowly, using all of his length to work gently in and out of her ass. It wasn’t long before Sari was finally comfortable. She found herself wondering why all of the attention to her ass had gotten her so worked up until now. While the Shaw working himself in and out of her ass was nice it didn’t seem to have the same effect on her.
As overwhelmed as the Shaw was by the tight silky hole he was working his cock into he couldn’t help but notice Sari’s lack of enthusiasm. He had seen this before and knew exactly what to do. He pulled his hips off her slightly and started to work a hand under her.
Sari felt her Shaw’s hand trying to work its way under her hips and lifted as best she could with him over her. As his hand found its destination his fingers quickly went to work on her clit. The combination of his cock in her ass and his fingers on her clit was more then she could take. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to grind her hips down into his hand or to push back onto his cock. It didn’t take long for her to find her rhythm though. Pushing back into him as he drove his cock into her ass and grinding her hips forward into his hand as he pulled back. Sari was so overwhelmed by these sensations that her massive orgasm surprised even her.
Feeling Sari’s hips working under him only drove the Shaw on. Her tight ass milking his cock was almost more then he could take. He knew he wouldn’t last long. When he felt her ass clamp down on his cock in her orgasm it was more then he could take. Once again he sent wave after wave of cum into this girl. It wasn’t much since he had already cum twice tonight but he was still surprised at how much he had to give her. He left his cock buried in her ass until he felt her spasms subside then pulled himself free and collapsed onto his back beside her.
Sari laid still catching her breath as she listened to his breath slow from a ragged pant into the slow, deep, even breaths of someone asleep. She couldn’t help but wonder if she had pleased him this time, or had she once again gotten too lost in her own pleasure. Her last thoughts before sleep took her was what would happen to her if she didn’t.

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The Prophecy Ch. 1

When a young man, Luke, finds out he is a sorcerer his world is turned upside down with magic, violence, and sex.

Karen’s Story-2

DEAR READER: this is the second instalment about Karen, her horny brother and I. Hope you enjoy it as much as I liked writing it. Still, since this is a pornographic story, let’s not take this all too serious. We’re all here to have some fun, right?
The day after Karen had told me about that one time her brother fucked her out of pure lust, we were doing the dishes in my kitchen. I’ve got a nice three-room apartment in the centre of Amsterdam, but I guess you don’t want to hear about that.
Actually, I was still very curious about the event that took place between Karen en Peter a few months ago. So, while I was drying the dishes I asked her: “Tell me Karen, how did it feel to be fucked by your own brother?”
Karen looked at me and said: “Hey, I thought we went over this already and you were cool with it. It was only a onetime thing, honey.”
“I know, and trust me; I don’t bother me that much. He’s your brother, you love each other
”
Karen was still a bit surprised by my way of seeing things, but grateful nonetheless. “Thanks for being so understanding, hon.”
“That’s okay. Besides, I always get a hard on thinking about him and you fucking each other. It makes me horny as hell,” I told her while I pressed my crotch into her butt.
“I can feel that. Okay, what do you want to know?”
“Just tell me how it felt.”
“It felt
 wonderful. I mean, yes I like cock and especially big cocks that stretch up my cunt as much as possible. Cocks like yours,” she said with a smile. I gave her a small kiss on the lips for that one and pressed my dick a little harder against her ass. I know she likes stuff like that a lot. And she has a great ass for it too.
“Hmmm
 press harder
 yesss
. Where was I?”
“Your brothers cock in your tight cunt.”
“Well, because it was my brother fucking me that night, I felt especially sluttish. I mean, he just grabbed me from behind and basically pulled me onto his cock. He ploughed away in such a pace, I could hardly keep up with him. Don’t forget you and I hadn’t had sex for over two weeks, since you were out of the country at that time, so I was horny as hell.”
She was right. I was out working on a film in France at the time, and I wouldn’t be back for another two weeks if I remembered correctly. What Karen told me, got me so hot. I pulled up her skirt, en pulled down her underwear. I looked at her lovely buns. I got down on my knees while she was still standing at the kitchen sink, with her hands in the soapy water. “Tell me more,” I said in a demanding tone.
“Oh, god, I get hot just thinking about it.”
“I can see that,” I said. I pulled her buttocks a little bit apart and saw her already soaked cunt lips and her beautiful little brown star. I just loved the sight of it: that lovely ring of dark skin, just around her asshole. I also loved the sweet smell: a combination of her soapy ass and cunt juice. If they would ever sell that in bottles, someone would be rich. I neared her ass and started to lick the outside of her asshole.
“Oh, yess Robert, please, go on
 suck it. Use your tongue on my little hole.”
I disengaged for just a moment “Please Karen, tell me more.” And then put the tip of my tongue in her ass.
“Oh-oh, all right. Hold on
” She put her hands on the side of the counter just to keep her balance. “So, while he was fucking me hard, I just wanted more. I was so hot; I just wanted him to cum inside of me. I needed to feel his sperm, my brother’s cum. I felt like a dirty slut for thinking it, but at that moment just did not care. And I don’t think I really had a choice, cause he had me in a firm grasp. He was holding me just above my ass, shoving me on his dick and pushing me back and forth over the carpet.”
I put two fingers in her soaked cunt at that moment, and she let out a low moan. I scraped her sensitive clit with my fingernail and then she came.
“Yessss, Oooh, I am cumming!!” she screamed, her voice echoed through the room.
I wasn’t finished with her yet, and kept on sticking my tongue in her ass. I fucked her with the tip of my tongue, enjoying the taste, and her story. Not surprisingly I had a hard on that was about to rip through my pants. “Go on, tell me more
 I thought you weren’t on the pill in those days by the way.”
“No I wasn’t. I was ‘between pills’ sort of speak and yes, we fucked unprotected.”
“Peter could have gotten you pregnant
” I said wondering.
“I guess so. Thank God that didn’t happen. Would have been a hell of a story,” she laughed. “Let’s move to the couch for a moment, hon.”.
We moved to the sofa in the living room. Karen zipped her skirt and threw it on the floor. Her underwear was still stuck around her left ankle and she removed that too. Then she sat down next to me, sitting on one leg, with her foot touching her pussy. Her lips were standing open a little bit and I could see her wetness inside.
I pulled out my dick and started to stroke it. “Let me help you with that,” Karen said and put her hand around my cock. She had a special way of stroking me. This time she used a lazy slow stroke. She knew it would take a long time to make me cum that way. Apparently she had a lot more to tell

“You took a pretty big risk, letting him cum inside you” I panted.
“Maybe, but I took a bigger chance afterwards
.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, since the rabbit is out of its hole, I might just as well tell you the whole story.” Her grip on my dick got tighter while she said this. It felt wonderful. At the same time I was wondering what the hell she was talking about. Last night she told me her brother only fucked her that one time and that was the end of that. Was there more to add I wondered.
“Listen, Rob. I haven’t been totally honest with you. Just hear me out, okay. And let me explain. Then judge me,” she said while still stroking my dick. It is always hard for me to think straight when she’s doing that. A fact she took advantage of.
Karen resumed her story. After her brother filled her up with his load, they kissed. He went to his room, and she went to hers. She sat down on the bed with her back against the wall, to recover from her heavy orgasm. Peter’s cum was still drooling from her slit. She scooped up some and got a taste. She loved the taste of his cum. Actually, she likes all cum. Karen is a real cumbucket if you’ll give her the chance. Then, Peter knocked on her door. “Can I come in for a second sis, I think we need to talk.” First Karen thought about covering up her body, but then figured since he just fucked her a moment ago, it didn’t really matter. “Sure, come in.”
Peter stepped into her room. He only wore a boxer short and a t-shirt. He was also carrying a small digital photo camera. Seeing her naked body stopped him in his tracks. “God, you are so fucking hot. Robert is one hell of a lucky guy.”
“I guess you got lucky too, tonight.”
Pete smiled and sat down on the chair across from the bed. “You’re cunt is still drooling.”
“And you are still hard
” Karen smiled while she saw the tent in his shorts.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Listen, I don’t feel guilty for what we just did. As a matter of fact I loved it. I loved fucking you.”
Karen didn’t reply. She was starting to feel a little bit self-conscious about her nakedness.
“Karen, you are my sister. And I love you.”
“I know that, silly.”
“Don’t get me wrong here. I am not in love with you, just love you
”
“Like a brother. As I do you. So what’s the matter? What are you trying to tell me, Pete?”
She noticed the camera in his hand, and the idea dawned on her. She knew Peter had this photo fetish. He made pictures of the girls he fucked and collected them in a scrapbook. She actually found the book once. Seeing the pictures of the naked girls got her hot and she masturbated in his bedroom while she looked at them. Peter always made more than one picture. But he always took one of the dripping cunts he had filled with his seed. And he wanted to take a picture of his sister’s pussy.
When I heard this, I had to laugh a little bit. I was also very curious about this collection of his. Karen was still stroking me and picked up the pace a little bit. I was getting closer to my orgasm and she knew it.
She continued her story: Peter asked her if he could photograph her cunt and the thought that she would be one of his lays got her really hot again. There was one problem however. Her pussy was dried up at that point because all his sperm had leaked out.
Karen was still horny. “Okay, listen. I am still as horny as hell. It will be two weeks at least before Robert gets back from his gig. And we already fucked each other once this evening. I need your cock in my cunt once more, Pete. But we have to promise each other that it will only be this night. A night of fucking each other’s brains out.”
Pete agreed and loved the idea of fucking that tight cunt of hers once more.
“I think we gotta hurry, because Jeanine might come back within the hour,” Pete said. Jeanine was their sister, and she was out with some of her friends. Pete was the oldest one, 28 years old. That might be too old an age to still be living at one’s parents, but actually Peter moved back in after the break up with his fianc? while ago. Jeanine was 25, and Karen was the Benjamin of the bunch, only 24 years old. She still had her bedroom at her parent’s house, but was spending most of her time at my place anyway. Jeanine however was sort of the wallflower of the family; we all guessed that she would live with her parents for a long time. Although Karen and Peter were close, Jeanine and Karen weren’t. Peter couldn’t really stand her that much either. And the thought of them being caught by her, wasn’t really appealing.
“Well, then. Let’s do it. Come here and put your dick in me, fast,” Karen said excitedly.
When I thought about her brother fucking her twice, I couldn’t hold back my orgasm. My dick spurted my cum, like it was a volcano. My sperm landed on Karen’s hand, and some on my thighs.
“Wow, this story really makes you hot doesn’t it?” she said while she took my tool in her mouth to clean up. Her velvety soft mouth around my dick felt great. She really knew how to clean up, my Karen.
“So you guys fucked twice that night?”
Karen let my cock drop out of her mouth and started to lick the sperm from my thigh.
“Yes, I am sorry I didn’t tell you this before. I was afraid it would be too much for you.”
“Are you sure you only fucked twice?”
She straddled herself on my legs, my half erect cock against her cunt lips and said, “So far, yes.”
“What?”
“Kiddin’ honey. It won’t happen again. I promise,” she said with a pout lip. She took my half erect tool and pressed it against her clit. I became hard instantly. She impaled herself on my cock and started to ride me.
“You know what; you might as well finish your story. I like to know everything
”
“And so you shall,” she said panting. She was soaking wet. I could tell that the memory of the fuck-fest with her brother and the fact that my dick was filling her up at that moment made her extremely horny.
She continued narrating while we fucked: Pete stepped out of his boxers and tore off his t-shirt. Then he literally jumped his sister. He lay between her legs and pointed his dick at her entrance. He pressed the head against her labia.
“Come Pete, fuck your little sister. And fuck her hard, because she needs it.” Karen kissed him, her tongue swirling around in his mouth. Pete pressed the head of his dick into her wet cunt, but only the head. Then he pulled out, repeating his movement. He put the head of his dick just a little bit in her cunt. He felt her lips sucking him in. He couldn’t hold out no more and pushed the rest of his dick straight in to her cunt.
“Ooh yeah, you totally fill me up. I can feel your dick pressing against my cervix.”
Pete fucked her like a madman. Pounding his dick into her soaking wet slit, pressing her against the wall. She opened her legs wider, so he could go even deeper into her. She lay her feet onto his shoulders.
“Ooh, yeah. I love your tight cunt Karen. I love fucking your brains out.”
“Me too, brother. Me too.” Karen felt a new orgasm raving inside her body and grabbed Pete’s ass tightly.
Karen was screaming out loud. She felt her brother’s cock being buried deep inside her and hoped this fuck would never end. She loved the sight of his dick disappearing into her cunt, only to reappear covered with her juices. She never felt so much love for her brother as she did that day.
Pete started to lick her left nipple and sucked hard on the little thing.
“Oh, Pete. Suck it. Suck it, baby. My nipples are so sensitive
oooh, aaah.’ Another orgasm came and went and she was still building up another big one.
While Karen was telling this, she went up and down my shaft in a raving speed. Her tits bounced up and down, and I could feel that I was getting close to filling her up with cum. The thought of her brother doing the same thing to her little pussy, made me delirious with horniness. “Yes Robert, fuck me just like Peter did.”
I grabbed her, threw her on the couch, I pulled her legs apart violently and pounded my dick into her. She laid the same way she did that night on the bed, while her brother was fucking her.
Although it was hard for her to talk because her body shook because of my pounding, she finished her story quickly.
Peter pinched both her nipples, which took her over the edge. Karen had a hell of an orgasm, which lasted for at least three minutes. All the while Pete still fucked her, while she shivered from the orgasmic waves that were splashing over her. Pete finally said:
“Yess, hold on, I am cumming. I am going to cum
”
“Yeah, yeah, fill me up Pete! Put your hot seed into my womb!” And that’s just what happened. Pete pushed in one last time and started to spurt what must have been the biggest load he ever produced, into his sister’s womb.
Karen held on to his back, while she felt his sperm filling her up. It felt nice and warm. And it just kept coming and coming.
“Ooh God, sis, this is great. This is the best fuck I’ve ever had
.”
Peter kept his dick in her cunt until it shrunk to a smaller size. Then he slowly pulled out, not really ever wanting to leave the nicest pussy he ever fucked. His dick was covered with his own seed and her juice.
“Quick, get your camera, before it’s all gone,” Karen said. Pete got his camera and shot a few nice pictures of her pussy dripping with his seed. When I heard that I decided I definitely must see that scrapbook of his. While he was snapping away, Karen heard someone move in the hallway. During their fuck the door got a little bit ajar and now there seemed to be two peering eyes. But Karen wasn’t sure what she saw. Her brain was just fried by being fucked by her older brother. Karen looked down at her soaked pussy, then back to the door. There seemed to be no one there.
Pete finished shooting pictures. He gave her a long passionate kiss. She looked one more time at his dick and decided that it was not a good idea to ever do this again. Though it had felt lovely, she still rather fucked her regular boyfriend instead of her brother. (Thank God.)
When Karen finished her story, she must have had a dozen of small orgasms already and while I listened I fucked her cunt hard. Now I couldn’t hold back and while I stuck my tongue deep in her mouth – I came. Very loud.
“AAAAAAAAHHRGHH!” I screamed. I felt the walls of her pussy tighten around my cock while I filled her up with my sperm.
“God, Karen. That was definitely the hottest story I’ve ever heard.”
Karen gave me a kiss. I pulled out my dick. Her pussy lips were all red by the hard fucking we did and this gave a nice contrast with the white seed spilling from her void.
“Robert, I love you. I love you so much. Thanks for understanding,” she smiled. We kissed once more.
“I am glad you told me. Now, are you sure this was the last of it?”
“Yeah. We’ve never fucked again. I promise.”
I sat next to her on the couch and felt exhausted.
“I am wondering about one thing though.”
“What’s that?”
“This happened three months ago. What made you decide to tell me now? Why not sooner and why at all?”
Karen suddenly got off the couch, holding a hand against her pussy so she wouldn’t leak any sperm on the carpet. She went to the toilet, left the door open and sat down. I heard her pee starting to flow in the toilet bowl.
“Sorry, I just had to pee so badly.”
I loved watching her pee. I loved everything about her. She took some toilet paper en wiped clean her cunt lips. “There are two reasons while I told you this.” She flushed the toilet and walked back into the living room. She sat next to me on the couch and crawled up to me. She laid her head against my chest and looked deep into my eyes.
“So tell me why,” I asked her again. “Okay, first of all. I think our love is strong enough now for you to know. I was afraid you might freak out, but somehow had the feeling it would be okay to tell you.” I smiled. I loved her vote of confidence.
“Secondly, I was afraid you might find out anyway. You see, Jeanine caught us doing it that night. I didn’t know for sure, but apparently she did. She got home. I guess Pete and I made a lot of noise, because she heard something while coming up the stairs. Now you know her bedroom is next to mine. She heard noise coming from my room and since she is always been a Nosey Parker, she couldn’t help but take a little peek to see what was going on. She saw Pete fuck me on the bed and even saw him taking pictures of my dripping pussy.”
“Fuck,” was all I could muster.
“Fuck indeed,” Karen said.
“So what happened?”
Karen gave me a long kiss and then laid her head on my chest. “The little bitch didn’t tell me at first. Actually she acted like nothing was going on. Pete and I went our ways. Actually I stayed out of his way deliberately for a while because I needed some time to think about all that happened. Like I said, I didn’t want it to happen again. And when you got back it didn’t have to.”
I started to caress her nipples out of habit, but I felt her immediate response. Her nipples got hard as rocks.
“Three days ago, she told me she saw what happened and she threatened to tell you if I didn’t do something for her first.”
“She blackmailed you?”
“Yeah, she did. Fucking bitch. Ooh, that feels good honey. Please a bit harder.” I pinched her nipples a bit harder. Then I moved my right hand down her stomach and started to play with her pubic hair.
“What did she want you to do?” I asked curiously.
*** She told me what happened next. I will tell you that story later.

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Naughty Babysitter

OK readers, here comes a LONG story that I have been working on for a while. I don’t think this will become a series unless I get requests for it. Tina comes home early and finds a surprise in her bedroom, the babysitter masturbating on her bed. She could just fire the girl, but decides to punish her, while living out one of her fantasies.