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SUMMER I TURNED 13

This is a sequel/ parallel story to ‘Summer I Turned 14’. It will help a little to read that one first, or who know maybe it will be better to read this one first. This one is from Matt’s perspective, and don’t worry it gets to new stuff by the end.

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Brotherload.

I hope you like my little story. It’s about a girl who discovers her brothers dirty little secret…. If you like it, please let me know. I’d also like to know if you didn’t like it. Criitism is good. I don’t know if I should write a second part or not, so let me know if you think I should or not. If you would like to see the story continue and have any ideas about what you would like me to put into it, then just let me know.

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A Night Out – Part 4

Part 4
We head out of the club and back up the alley to the main road. I hail a passing black cab and we climb into the seat.
I give the name of a road you are unfamiliar with to the driver and we set off.
You give me a questioning look, but I just smile in return, my hand rests on your knee, then slides softly up and down your thigh, each stroke venturing a little higher.
You decide to lean back in your seat and enjoy the ride. The mixture of the wine you have had and the soft stroking of your thigh is making you feel relaxed.
You are brought back from your thoughts when the taxi halts and I motion for you to exit the cab. I pay the driver and join you on the pavement.
You look around. You recognise from the buildings that we are in the area of town which is popular with young drinkers. There are several bars and clubs, all competing for the same late teens and early twenties crowd. The streets are fairly busy. Many of the bars have pavement seating set out. Several drinkers glance across but don’t stare for long.
I take you by the hand and lead you along the street.
You catch your reflection in the window of one of the bars we pass.
You are looking a bit dishevelled after visiting the last club and you plan to take a trip to the ladies as soon as we arrive at where we are going, but for now you are enjoying the fact that you have spent the day being well fucked.
A gently breeze blows up and under the hem of your dress and feels like a cool breath on your exposed pussy. You smile.
I stop outside the entrance to one of the bars. You see that it is just a door at street level and you realise that it must be a basement bar. The name ‘Lucky’s’ and a shamrock logo are glowing in green neon above the door. You spot me handing the guy on the door a card. He examines the card, smiles and stands to the side, revealing the sign on the door saying ‘Closed Tonight: Private Party’.
Once through the main door you are faced with a steep flight of stairs leading down, into the basement. You concentrate, knowing the descent in high heels will be tricky, given the amount of wine you have had.
You successfully make your way down, holding the handrail. I follow you, a couple of steps behind.
At the bottom you turn right, through a doorway, into a bar area.
The bar area is quite small. There are only around half a dozen small round tables, and seating for no more than twenty five people.
All the seating would be taken if the people in the bar were sat down, but they are not. They are mainly stood at or near the bar counter itself, holding pints, bottles of lager, and, or shot glasses.
You notice, somewhat surprisingly, that all the customers are men, young men, mainly in their twenties who all seem to be quite big but not fat.
Your heart starts to beat a little quicker.
You again give me a questioning look, but again you only get a smile in reply.
I take you by the hand and lead you to the bar. The crowd of blokes parts to let us through. I order a bottle of lager and a large glass of wine from the young waitress.
You feel all the eyes in the room are on you as you take a large drink from the wine glass.
You turn and face the room. The crowd has formed a semi-circle around where you are stood.
You look out at the sea of faces, unable to make out individuals, as your head spins and your mind travels at one hundred miles an hour.
You suddenly become aware that a wooden box has appeared in front of you?
You feel me take your hand and leave you in no doubt that I want you to stand on the box.
Your knees wobble a little, but you take in a breath, steady yourself, and climb onto the box. It has raised you only about twelve inches off the floor, but in the small area of this bar, it feels higher. You are instantly reminded of the events which took place on-stage earlier tonight.
You see and hear the crowd of blokes begin to clap. Not applause, but slow loud handclaps, in time, together. Clap,………Clap,……..Clap,………Clap!
You feel the hem of your dress being lifted. You look down, and behind over your shoulder, to see it is me raising the dress. I raise it a little higher, revealing to the crowd the lace tops of your cum stained stocking and the flesh of your inner thighs.
A large cheer erupts from the male audience!
The cheer increases in volume as your naked pussy is exposed and comes into view.
You gasp. You feel as though it is not you stood on the box. You imagine yourself instead to be one of the crowd, watching as the dress is lifted all the way up, revealing first the suspender belt around the waist of ‘the woman on the box’, then the bare stomach, then the sheer material of a black bra. The dress is then removed completely, leaving ‘the woman’ half-naked, stood on a box, surrounded by a large group of men she has never met before!
A loud cheer from the crowd brings you back to reality – it is you on the box.
I take a hold of your hand. You begin to turn around slowly on the box as I begin to walk slowly around it displaying you to the audience . As you reach the point where you have turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and you are facing the bar counter, you spot the young waitress watching you. She smiles, knowingly. You attempt to smile back but you are aware that now your backside is facing towards the crowd there is renewed cheering and some whistling.
My journey around the box continues and you turn once more to face the crowd of men. Many of them are now pointing their camera phones at you, clicking away! You are filled with a sense of dread when it dawns on you that those pictures will probably be sent by text to their mates, and their mates, and eventually to hundreds, maybe thousands of people! They may even end up posted on the internet!
I move your hand in front of you, and you realise I am helping you to step down off the box. You carefully step down but wobble a little as your heel lands on an uneven section of the beer stained wooden floor. You wonder if this is the only reason you have been brought to this bar, to be paraded on a box for the delight of this crowd of young men!
You walk forward, following, as I lead you towards one of the small square tables. It is the only one completely empty of any glasses or bottles.
You stand in front of the table, facing me as I am stood at the other side of it. I take both your hands in mine and pull you gently forward towards me, bending you at the waist, over the table. You lower your body down. Your heels make your calves stretch tight. The familiar pain shoots up the back of your legs.
Your bra covered tits rest on the table. Your bare arse is on display though, pointing at the crowd of men who have positioned themselves in a newly formed semi-circle around and behind you.
“Dave should go first, it’s his stag do!”
You wonder how the hell you have ended up here! You are lay face down on a dirty wooden table, your hands are being held tight by the wrists! Your tits are rubbing raw on the table completely unprotected by the very thin material of your black bra. Your stocking clad legs are stretched tight as you stand in high heels, bending forward, over the table. Your naked pussy and arse are exposed and you are about to be fucked by some guy on his stag do, and god knows how many of his mates!
You feel what you can only assume to be Dave’s fingers on your backside, the thumb and forefinger kneading and parting your arse cheeks, exposing your fleshy pussy lips.
Your pussy has been fucked a lot today and you have the sensation that the fleshy lips are puffy and loose. It will take at least one good night’s sleep for your pussy to regain its natural size and shape!
The thoughts of how your pussy might look at this particular moment disappear when you feel the head of Dave’s cock on your pussy. He has parted your lips with the fingers of his left hand and he is using his right hand to guide his cock slowly into you.
You feel the head of his cock push its way into you. You are surprised how easily he slips inside. It is now over two hours since your pussy was filled with the cum of the stranger in the alleyway. Maybe, the large dildo in the previous club has stretched your pussy wide? Maybe Dave is not blessed with a large cock?
Again your thoughts return to the present as you feel Dave begin banging away for all he is worth even though you feel as though he is barely touching the sides! He is holding your hips tightly and thrusting quickly in and out. You are relieved when he finally shoots his hot sperm into you and withdraws. A loud cheer from behind lets you know that Dave’s mates enjoyed his performance.
“Rick, you’re the best man, you go next”. You hear one of the lads say.
You decide that to relieve the pressure on them you need to move your legs. You part them a little further, allowing you to rest more of your weight on the table. The action also causes some of Dave’s freshly deposited spunk to drip from your pussy. You hear it plop as it hits the dirty wooden floor.
You feel a new hard cock being placed on your pussy. It only rests for a fraction of a second before it rams inside you. Despite the lubricating effect of Dave’s spunk, you feel Rick’s cock filling your pussy. Rick must be bigger that Dave!
Rick begins to pump his cock in and out. His large cock feels good. He leans over your back and grabs your bra strap, using it as a handle to help him thrust harder and deeper into you. You are just beginning to enjoy Rick when you feel him stand up straight and stop pumping. He grabs your hips firmly and with one final thrust, his hot spunk is jetted inside you! After only a moment Rick’s cock slips out of your pussy and your feel a fresh large glob of spunk leave you and your hear it squelch as it drops onto the floor.
You raise your head and look into my eyes a hundred questions race through your mind. I smile at you and purse my lips into a kiss, bringing my head low I plant the kiss on your forehead.
I pull your arms once more and you close your eyes as you lay your head back down on the table.
From behind you, you hear the shout of “My turn!”
Another cock is inside you before you can even ready yourself to receive it, the owner of the cock has a firm hold of your hips and he is pumping away like a man possessed. He cums quickly and you feel more hot spunk squirt inside you. Then once more you feel the cock leave you and some fresh spunk flow out of your pussy to join the other liquid mess already on the floor.
You close your eyes tight as a fourth cock is now buried in your dripping, cum filled, pussy. You barely feel it as it slides in and out. Again, you wonder if this bloke is small, or if your stretched and well lubricated pussy is the reason? The bloke grips your hips tight and then shoots his load inside you. After he withdraws from your pussy you feel more hot cum drip from you. Some of it drops straight down onto the growing puddle on the floor, and some begins to slide down your inner thigh.
The fifth cock to enter you is the largest you have had! It’s bigger than Rick’s! Thanks to the large amount of cum inside it, your pussy accommodates the new cock with relative ease! You can feel that this new cock is not only very long, but also very thick! You make an effort to clench and un-clench your pussy onto this cock, determined to try and enjoy the experience rather than be just enjoyed! Your are extremely tired after all of today’s events and all your muscles ache so you have to concentrate hard. Eventually you are happy with the rhythm established between you and ‘number 5’. You are definitely enjoying this cock, it feels good as it slides effortlessly in and out. You begin to moan a little as you start to loose yourself in the moment.
The rhythm begins to increase, the pumping becomes faster, harder and deeper. You feel the first signs of your own orgasm begin to build. You try to push your hips back to meet the thrusts into you. Your pelvis is sliding back and forth on the edge of the table, your newly aroused and hardened clit is being rubbed in time with the motion. Your orgasm is upon you! You thrash your hips from side to side, trying to rub your clit on the table edge! The orgasm racks your lower body, then consumes all of you, and despite still being held tightly by the wrists, your arms flail around, as the final waves of pleasure wash over you!
Your orgasm sends the bloke inside you over the edge! He pulls his cock out of your pussy and you feel his hot spunk land on your back! A second spurt lands on you back too. His third spurt is felt on your arse, the hot fluid landing right on your hole. You feel the cock being placed on your crack and then rubbed slowly back and forth before you feel it lifted away and disappear altogether.
A cheer from the crowd brings you back into reality again! You open your eyes and blink.
“Who’s next?” you hear.
“After Big Pete, I think she is going to be like a bucket!” Another voice replies, laughing.
“Dave’s Dad should have a go!” A new voice shouts.
A huge cheer reveals that the crowd agree with the suggestion.
You close your eyes and lower your head once more. You move your legs, again trying to relieve the tension which is noticeable in your calves.
You feel a cock being rubbed along your crack, between your arse cheeks, sliding up and down on Big Pete’s recently deposited spunk.
You feel the cock slide effortlessly into your pussy.
“You’re right. Pete has stretched this cunt wide as a bucket!” The voice from behind you does belong to an older man.
You feel the cock slip out of your pussy and then feel it rest on the entrance to your arse!
A loud cheer from the crowd alerts you to what is about to happen it is the last thing you hear before you feel the cock being pushed firmly into your arse.
You feel it slide in quite easily. The combination of being fucked in the arse three times already today, and the large amount of cum which has been deposited on your bottom and pussy, helps the cock to enter your normally very tight hole.
You feel the cock as it slides in and out. The action causes more of the spunk in your pussy to leak out and run down the inner thigh of your right leg. You feel it reach the tops of your stocking, which begin to soak up the fluid.
Dave’s dad pumps his cock in and out of your arse. Your clit is again being rubbed on the table edge by the motion. You feel tiny shock waves dart up inside you every time your clit is stimulated. You are nowhere near reaching another orgasm but the constant stimulation is giving you great pleasure, all the same.
You sense the familiar signs, as Dave’s dad’s own orgasm begins. He takes a firm hold on your hips and then with a final thrust he shoots his cum up into your arse.
A couple more hard thrusts to finish and his cock slides out. You sink down onto the table. Your knees finally give way. They have been locked in position whilst the six men have fucked you.
Your wrists are released. You slide from the table and sink to your knees on the cum soaked floor. You look down between your legs as a stream of spunk leaks out of your pussy to join the puddle already there. You see your pussy lips, swollen and now no longer pink but bright red in colour.
Your shoulders sag as fatigue and exhaustion take over you.
You hear a cheer from behind, and then applause! The men are all clapping and whistling! And like for any performer who has just pleased an audience, a warm satisfied feeling spreads over you.
Your right hand is held, and then lifted. You raise your head and see me helping you to your feet. You stand reluctantly. Your legs are like jelly. However, you let yourself be led.
I lead you away from the crowd, towards the back of the room. There are two doors on the back wall. Ladies and Gents.
A sign on the ladies reads ‘Out of Order’.
I push open the door to the gents and, still holding your hand, I lead you inside.
The toilets are small, only one cubicle, two wall-mounted urinals, a single wash basin and an electric hand dryer. The toilets are empty.
I walk you over to the urinals, your heels clip clip clip on the clay tiled floor.
I turn you to face me and, with my hands on your shoulders, I lower you to a sitting position on the porcelain urinal, facing outwards.
You spread your legs wide and begin to piss a hot stream into the bowl beneath you. The liquid bounces of the blue cakes in the bowl, and splashes up; wetting your bottom, your pussy and your inner thighs. You lean forward, resting your hands on me as you finish peeing.
You are then aware that four of the lads from the stag party have entered the toilets. The first one goes into the cubicle and very soon after you hear the sound of piss hitting the water in the toilet bowl.
A second marches up to the vacant urinal next to the one you are sat on. He takes out his cock and begins to piss. His stream is fast and as it hits the blue cakes in the urinal hard, steam rises from the hot liquid.
The third bloke to enter the toilet has run out of options. He looks at the sink, but just as he is about to relieve himself in it, I stand to one side and point between your legs.
The bloke takes out his cock as he moves towards ‘your’ urinal. He stands between your legs and begins to piss. He is a good shot. His hot stream lands mostly between your thighs and in the urinal itself. The lager fuelled piss is hot and steamy. As the stream continues the bloke decides to take a chance. He deliberately aims his stream at your pussy! The hot liquid soaks your pussy, cleaning off some of the spunk which had been there.
The bloke finishes. He has barely had chance to put his cock away when the fourth guy who entered the toilet pushes him to the side and begins to piss on you!
This guy is not even attempting to get the piss into the urinal! He pisses on your pussy, then moves the stream up higher and onto your stomach. The hot piss bounces off you. Now he moves the stream even higher. He is pissing on your tits, the ultra sheer material of your bra is now completely transparent. As the power in the stream begins to fade, it falls back down to you stomach, your pussy, and your inner thighs.
The guy stops pissing.
“I think you have got some cleaning up to do” you hear me say to you.
You look up at me and see that I am pointing at the cock of the guy who has just pissed on you.
The guy understands immediately. He positions himself ready as you lower your head and tentatively lick the head of his cock.
Instead of repulsing you, the initial taste of his dirty cock sends you into a frenzy of horny desire. You begin to suck on his cock like a starving filthy whore. The cock is rock hard within seconds and after sucking it for only a few minutes a load of hot cum shoots into your mouth.
You don’t remove the cock until you have sucked all the spunk from it and cleaned it as originally intended.
The guy stands in front of you with his hands on his hips and a huge grin on his face.
The bloke who pissed on you first now swaps places with the guy you just sucked off, he wants a turn.
He stands in front of you with his hands on his hips and his semi-erect cock pointing out of the fly in his jeans.
You reach down and hold the cock, then bend over so that you can guide it into your mouth. Again, you suck like a whore, the cock responds quickly and is fully erect in your mouth. A couple of moments later and another load of cum fills your mouth. You swallow it down, then lick the last few drops off the still hard cock.
The other two lads who had been in the toilets and who had been watching their mates being sucked off by you come closer. They had both been wanking hard whilst watching you blow their mates and now they were ready to cum.
You are expecting to have to suck each of them off, but the first one ejaculates over your tits as soon as he stands next to you, the sight of this sends his mate over the edge too! His spunk also shoots out, most lands on your tits, the second spurt is more powerful and hits your left cheek. You gather the warm spunk on your finger tip and suck it into your mouth.
Both lads now milk their cocks onto your stomach and your thighs.
When they have safely tucked their cocks back in their jeans, all four lads leave laughing and joking with one another.
I help you to your feet. You stand uneasily in your high heels.
I hold out your black dress in front of me, and despite the fact that you are covered in cum and piss, I slip it on over your head. You are too tired too protest.
We go back out into the main bar. You are relieved to see that the stag party seems to have moved on. Only the waitress watches as we make our way to the exit and up the stairs.
You take a deep breath as we leave through the main door and out onto the street.
You then breathe a sigh of relief as you see a taxi waiting right outside the bar, the rear door of the cab is being held open by the bouncer. He smiles knowingly as you clip clip clip quickly across the pavement and dive onto the back seat.
I join you and the cab door closes.
“Station Hotel” I shout through the security glass, and the taxi pulls away from the kerb……
To be continued…..

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I have a Dick and a Pussy II

I have a dick and a pussy II
Megan went looking at a site of read headed women only. She spent hours searching through it. Finally she found ’IT’ and the picture gave her jolting tingles in her pussy. She found a picture that looked exactly like Shan, except no dick, and printed it out on the computer. I got the web address.
Picture # 157, I printed one for my self.
Megan and I did a sneak fuck one night, and I had noticed again, she had a really nice big clit. I love it to play with and lick. She said it had a lot of feeling in it. It would puff up if she got aroused about a guy or a girl.
I had to find out something.
That night, I started sucking on it to get it all puffed up, and then took my two fingers and started jacking it like a dick. She whispered: (“…oh my god!, whatever your doing, keep that up, I’m getting new feelings that are wonderful!”) I asked…(”guy or girl urges?”) I asked. She said: (“Guy!….I have the urge to fuck a girl and I feel like I have a dick!”)
I knew now, my sister’s clit had the feelings of a dick. I wondered If I could get her aroused enough, her little clit/ dick would expand, come out or get bigger. There was only one way to find out. I wanted time to make my sister the hottest she’d ever been, and I knew just how to do it.
I called Shannon, and told her my plan. She was all excited and said we’ll bring her over here and just see if her clit/dick has been hiding in there all this time. I said what if she has a dick in there and it stays out? She said she could handle what to do if that happens. “I’ve been there, I know how it feels, don’t worry about that. I have the feeling that Megan is in for a wonderful surprise.”
“Mom…Megan and I are off to soccer practice…bye”. We walked to the end of the block where Shannon picked us up. We went in and I just let Shan do her thing. She started off talking to Megan, and soon they were kissing and feeling each other up. They went in the bedroom and they got undressed while they kept kissing and feeling. I sat in the chair and watched a hot show like I’d never seen before. Shan laid Megan down and they went 69. Megan was steaming hot sucking on Shan’s dick and fingering her pussy.
Shan started jacking and sucking on Megan’s clit. They were moaning and I was dying to fuck either one of the them or both. When Shan felt Megan was ready to have a big climax…she turned and rolled Megan on top of her and said: “Oh God…Megan…fuck me babe…fuck me now! Shan held her own dick tight to her tummy, so Megan’s clit, all puffed up, was starting to stick out pretty good now.
Shan said to put her clit in her pussy and fuck her Now! Megan was so turned on she put her little clit on Shan’s pussy and pushed it in and out like she was fucking Shan with a dick. Shan moaned…”That’s it baby…fuck me and fuck me hard and deep! Megan was so desperate to cum, she did it and kept it up. Shan reached down and started jacking Megan’s clit and pushing in her pussy over and over…I watched Megan’s face go from blank….slowly to a smile as she pushed her clit in harder and harder into Shan’s pussy. Shan let go and let Megan push more and more and then…Megan began to moan, and moan and shake and lose her breath. Shan went crazy feeling Megan all over to stimulate her more…Megan put her knees under Shan’s legs and started fucking her fast.
Megan’s eyes were closed and she speeded up and moaned louder and louder …“THERE!!!”…Megan yelled and started fucking Shan as fast as she could until she started shaking hard and ..moaned a long beautiful moan and said: “Ohhhhh Shannon….oh Shannon baby…oh baby yes……yes baby …oh god yes!…and then felt her first cum shoot out of her big clit.. she sunk down on top of Shan and collapsed. Megan gasp for breath for a long time. Shan just held her and let all their feelings ride it out….. Megan finally raised up with her shaky arms, and pull out her clit and just looked at it in disbelief. Her clit had expanded out a good 3 inches into Shan. Shan smiled and heard her whisper: (“..it will grow bigger with lot’s of exercise.”..”) They both giggled, and quietly laid on top of each other and went to sleep.
I left them to their bliss.
After an hour, I heard them giggling. Megan’s clit/dick had gone back like it was.
They slowly walked towards me…… Then both attacked me showing no mercy. Sucking my dick and fucking my pussy as they giggled. They held me down and forced me to fuck them both with my dick…..did I say forced? : )
We all slept good this night of nights….well except for Megan who played with her new dick most of the night.
Shannon had told Megan that making her dick come fully out, would take practice. Megan spend lot’s of time doing this. After a couple of weeks she could get a small hard on if she got turned on by a female. A few more weeks and she could get the size of about a 12 yr old boy.
Soon she came in my room with a big smile, and closed the door and locked it. I was sitting on my bed. She didn’t say a word, but just lowered her shorts.
I smiled and wondered what she was up to. I looked at her normal looking pussy, she always did have a nice sized sweet looking clit. She whispered: (“watch.”) She put her legs apart, hands on her tits. I watch as she closed her eyes feeling her tits and I saw her clit slowly start to grow. It kept going and going until it looked like a small dick. About 1 ½ inches out. It kept getting still bigger. 2-2 ½, 3, 3 ½, 4. Four and ½ inches long with normal around size.
I looked in amazement! She smiled so big. I ask her if I could touch it. She leaned over and kissed me softly and whispered: (“….you can always touch it, anytime you want“). I felt it and stroked it as she started to moan a little. My female urges want to suck her dick bad. She knew they would and she moved in front of me as I sat on the edge my bed. I started stroking her. Rather than ask, I just decided I wanted to see her cum. She figured I would want to know that too and to let me find out for my self. I was the only person to ever jack her, besides Shan and her self for the first time.
I figured she’d need lots of stimulation for a cum. I pulled her little shorts off. I started rubbing her tits and butt cheeks. She began to tremble a little. Her male urges were going crazy anticipating her first hand job by another person. I started slowly stroking her and watching her dick get harder. She was so nervous she had to steady herself by holding my head. She had no foreskin and her dick head was bulging full as I started jacking her faster.
Her hips started moving with my stroking and I felt her start to cum. A white shot of cum shot past my face as she moaned loud, with two more right behind it. I smiled knowing the pleasure she was having now, and in the future. Next would be her first blow job, and guess who she wanted to give it to her? A female. I stood up and we kissed as I held her dick while she moaned quietly. She finally said that her pussy was throbbing from all the excitement. She whispered: (“…will you come to my room tonight…please. I want us to just play with us.”) I smiled and told her now we can do the ‘hermie twist’.
She knew that was where we both got a dick in our pussy’s and a pussy for our dicks…or… I could fuck her and now she could fuck me. The awesome excitement got her weak and I took her to her room to rest. As I laid her down, she grabbed my neck and kissed me hotter than she ever had before. I whispered to her: (“…now you’ve done it you little brat. I got a boner and a wet pussy all at once!”) She giggled and tried to feel my dick and I backed out of her room.
That night I went to Megan’s room late, and quietly got in bed with her. She started in feeling me up and told me her female urges wanted a dick in her pussy.
I was of course all for that and we started in getting us hot, hotter and hottest, as only we could. When you’ve got 2 dicks and 2 pussy’s to stimulate, you get hot…real hot!…plus we had the hots for each other more and more lately. Now it’s was time for her first ‘hermie twist’ fuck. I turned and we put our dicks in each others pussy’s. It took a little moving to get it set up, but then we started getting it. We got build ups from both and we tried to keep it quiet, but….we must have gotten a little to loud. Our mom heard us.
She knew of course about me, but had no idea about Megan’s new dick. She heard us moaning. She opened Megan’s door quietly and luckily we had a sheet over us. She saw us laying heads opposed away from each other, moaning and moving. She figured I was having sex with my sister in some new way she had never heard of. She decided she better have a talk with me the next day.
She chickened out. All she said to me was that if our dad had heard us he would ask lots of questions and there would be trouble. As a mom she knew I couldn’t have kids with my vagina, and Megan was on the pill. I told her I would take care of it, and no noises anymore. Then she got this little smile on her face and said: “You have the best of both worlds, don’t you.”
Megan was looking for the right girl to have sex with. She wanted to try out her new dick to feel what it’s like in a woman.
Then she thought of Casey. A girlfriend of hers who was bi-sexual. Casey and her had felt each other up one time at a sleep over. Perfect, she thought.
When Megan told me about Casey, I said:…“Oh yes!…she’ll be hot for you when she finds out about your ‘extra’ special addition.”
Megan thought about Casey….
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…..She already been tested that she can keep a secret. I called her and she coming over tonight…oh my…I’m nervous about this, but Casey is a very hot girl. I love her long blond hair and her tits are bigger than mine. I can’t wait to get my hands on them. My male urges are all excited about fucking her. I hope I can fuck her tonight!….I want to feel my dick go in her pussy and pump a load in her so bad.
Mom and dad will be out late playing cards, so we can make noise if we want to. I wonder what she would do if she knew about my brother and having a dick and a pussy to turn her on. If she’s ok, I might just turn her on to him…I’ll have to see…damn…what time is it…I better go take my shower….hurry time!…I wanna fuck!…..
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Casey made it over and I stayed down stairs to give them max privacy. Mom and dad were gone. I wish I could watch or hear them, I bet it would be hot. Megan better give me all the details later. The next day I saw Casey leave as her mom picked her up. I raced in Megan’s room to get the details. Megan was smiling and said to have a seat on her bed. She started in:
“We got our little shear nighties on and turned the light down low. I told her how I liked our ‘feel up’ session a few month’s back. She smiled and perked up at that. I told her I had something top secret to tell her, but it must never leave this room. She got real close to me and agreed to it. I got stunned for a second, looking at her big tits. Damn those looked hot.
She noticed me looking at them and just took off her top and smiled. I tried to continue…as you know, I’ve always had a bigger than average clit….her eyes were glazed over thinking about my clit. She said she loved my clit and remembered it so well. I tried again to continue…but now she moved real close to me, our lips almost touching. My male urges wanted this woman so bad I was trembling inside. She knew it to, and just started rubbing my legs. Next thing I knew we were kissing and I gasp for breath.
I said to my self….just let her find our for herself when she feel my clit again, this time. We were on our sides and facing each other. I pulled down my panties, and lifted one leg. I took her hand and put it on my clit. It had just started getting a little big. I felt her fingers massaging it and she started really breathing hard. She whispered out of breath: (“…oh my god Megan, (gasp!) your clit has grown so big, I love it, I love it!”…) I whispered back: (“…that’s my secret Casey!…when it’s fully out, (breath) I can fuck like a boy.”) She was stunned and just smiled at me….”..your serious aren’t you..” she said. By now she had a hold of a 2inch clit in her hand. She began to get a little hyper and stroked my little dick. She asked how big does it get?
I said: (“….let’s find out, shall we?…”) She asked if I had fucked a girl with it yet. I said: (“…why do you think I invited you over tonight…”) We never said anything more, just moaned and gasp for breath. As we kept kissing and feeling us, the hotter I got, the more my dick came out.
She knew it and said if she closed her eyes I was like a guy getting ready to fuck her. I rolled on top of her and sucked on those big tits of hers, kissed all the way down to her pussy and started licking her pussy fast. When I got it all sopping wet, and moved up and we both held my dick. It was big now and we both guided it her pussy. I felt it getting bigger in her. It felt wonderful and I began to fuck her. This was all new to me as I felt her warm pussy surround my dick.
I was in heaven starting to pump my dick as far in as I could and stroking it back. She was a trembling mess. Moaning and twitching as she was for the first time ever, able to feel my tits while being fucked for the first time by a girls dick. Wow could she fuck good, she kept up with me as I speeded up to a fever pitch, my dick was so full now and ready to explode my cum in her. We started moaning together like one dual moan, as we started to shake as we fucked as fast as we could. She yelled first as I felt a huge load of cum burst out of my dick, over and over in her shaking pussy.
She held on to me tight and just kept fucking with me until we finally went weak and just shook a little as my cum was oozing out of us.
I don’t remember when we woke up, still locked together, but I felt my dick still rock hard in her. It was way over the 4 ½ inches we measured it. We just started in again and had to fuck again. I lost it when my cum filled her again, big time. It just knocked us out….. We finally just went to sleep again. Still locked together……..
Megan came in my room the next day, and sat on my bed. She flopped on her back and grinned. She rubbed between her legs. I looked at her and smiled. I knew she was still thinking about fucking Casey with her dick. She got up and stood behind me and kissed my neck…she whispered: (“unbelievable!…I fucked her twice!, it was so good!”) I stood up and kissed her as we felt us up.
She whispered: (“now, I want a blow job so bad, I want to feel what you and Shannon do when I cum in a mouth.” I said Casey?
She looked at me and said one word in my ear: (“…you”). I gulped.
I had never done that, but both my male and female urges just exploited. My male wanted to feel Megan’s mouth on my dick and me cuming in it. My female urges wanted to suck a dick and feel hot cum shooting in my mouth. I told Megan: “ I’ll do it as you suck me…deal?”
She drove her tongue deep in my mouth and then moaned ‘yes yes yes’. We waited until mom and dad were going to be gone all night.
We waited and waited for them to do some kind of overnighter thing. Finally they decided to visit my uncle, an all day drive, stay the night , back the next night. That left a whole night for Megan and I. I went right to Megan’s room and told her. She and I both got hardons fast, and we wanted to jack each other off right then… We waited till that night.
We had to be quiet, I didn’t need mom hearing us again. My room was the quietest, so Megan waited till it was all quiet and slipped in. She looked so hot in her long pink nightgown. I stood up and lifted up her night gown as we felt each others dicks. Hers came out fast and I was now holding at least a 6 inch dick. She leaned her head on my shoulder and we started in slow jacking us and both fingering our pussy’s. This was something very few people could do.
Megan was so excited about getting me to give her very first blow job, male urges were going crazy. I decided to give her a little preview. She knew I had never sucked a dick to cum before and down I went on my knees. I licked and fingered her pussy first as her dick got rock hard. I jacked it. I jacked her as she started fucking my hand. Just when I felt she was close to cuming,
I licked the head of her dick twice. She tried to moaned so quiet as I watched her face strain as she shot.
Her cum went all over my shoulder and back. The biggest cum for her so far. Her hips jolted as she shot more. She dropped to her knees and sucked my dick fast as she fingered my pussy fast. I almost yelled as I got a jolting double cum, one in her mouth and one from her thumb on my clit and fingers in my pussy. I almost blacked out as I saw my cum running out the sides of her mouth as she kept jacking and fingering me, over and over. The whole room smelled or our cum and sex. We finally laid on my bed and played with each other, just stunned.
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I called Shannon and we talked a while about getting together. I told her I was going to give Megan her blow job. I heard her gulp…she said: “Oh my god…I want to be there!, I have to see it! I’ll do it anyway you guys want, hide in a closet or anything, but please let me see it live…Please!”
I told her I’d check with Megan, but the thought of her watching us got me hot. I said: “Hold on.” I went and talked to Megan. She jumped up and said: “Oh YES, that would be so HOT!…let’s do it…Ok?” I said, ‘deal’ and went and told Shannon, Friday night after mom and dad leave I’ll call you and you can watch me suck her dick…and then…’join in’ for whatever…..and I chuckled. She was so happy she squealed over the phone and made kissing sounds to me. I thought afterwards I just loved it when Shannon fucked my pussy. The thought of that made me shiver..
Friday came and mom and dad left about 6:30. Megan and I got showered (together) and couldn’t keep our hands off each other. It was the first time we had ever showered together. We decided to do a little warm up. I didn’t play with her dick, I just teased it a lot. A little jerking, rubbing and I even licked it a little. She was going crazy with me. She teased my pussy, fingering it and teasing my clit, but no orgasms because I told her I wanted Shannon to fuck my pussy. That shower was so great, feeling us up with slick soapy hands and all that warm water running on our dick and dripping on our clits.
I loved feeling her slick wet tits. She loved getting behind me and playing with my dick, while hers rubbed on my butt crack. We agreed that we wanted to fuck in the shower before mom and dad came home. We kissed with our hands all over each other. Wow….what a great sister I had. We had to force ourselves to get out of the shower.
I called Shannon to come over at about 8.
It was so hard looking a Megan in a white full length see though nightgown that tied shut. I could see her sweets tits and her pussy with a big clit. I had on a shiny black robe. She flashed me, showing her pussy and tits. I flashed her back. Showing my semi-hard dick. I lifted it up and I fingered my clit. We walked around the living room, teasing each other. Brushing a hand here and there, we were go to fuck during this weekend and we knew it.
We heard a car pull up.
Ahhhh Shannon’s here, let the fun begin. I opened the door.
There stood Casey.
She snuck out of her house and want to see Megan. I grinned and looked at Megan who was smiling and said: “Come on in Casey!….your just in time for a little ‘private ‘party!” Casey smiled big and came in a little confused. Megan and Casey ran upstairs and talked in Megan’s bedroom. I could hear them squealing with excitement. I thought…well, the more the merrier! Casey already knew about Megan, but not me or Shannon having ’extras’. She was in for an exciting shock.
Shannon arrived and I pulled her aside and said that Bi- Casey was here, she was the first one that Megan had fucked with her dick. Megan had told her that I was going to give her, her first blow job tonight, I and Shannon had ‘extras’ too. Now Casey was really hot to watch us all. I told her that Casey had been tested and kept her mouth shout about Megan’s ‘extras’. Shannon smiled and said: “You say Casey is Bi?…, and has already been with Megan?,….well…I’d like to just give her the best of both worlds too, while we both watch Megan get her first blow job.”
We all went up to mom and dads big bed and with a low light all began to undress each other. Casey was the most excited of all as Shannon undressed her slowly, kissing her all over as she went. She held Shannon’s dick in amazement, and dropped to her knees to suck on it while fingering her pussy. They, Megan and I all got in bed and went into a 69 position.
The room filled with moans, as we all started licking, and sucking. Megan was gasping for breath while licking and sucking me. I licked her pussy and then started in sucking her dick. I put three fingers in her pussy and felt her G spot and started massaging it. She gave out a long moan as I let my female urges go and sucked her dick like a woman would want to. Megan licked my pussy like guy would, while jacking my dick as we both went for a double cum. We let it build up and up as we both began to shake.
Casey was moaning as she alternated between Shannon’s dick and pussy. Shannon jacked her dick as Casey went for her clit and sucked hard as their fingers moved in and out of their pussy‘s, to give her that double cum. Casey wanted her to cum in her mouth but was hoping for her to squirt in her mouth also. Shannon held Casey’s head in her pussy as she started to double cum, jacking her own dick. It was all coming together for all of us.
Shannon and Casey came first. Shannon sucked Casey’s clit while her fingers massaged her G spot, while Casey sucked Shannon’s dick and felt her pussy. Their moans were loud as Shannon filled Casey’s mouth with hot cum over and over. Casey’s fingers went crazy in Shannon’s pussy massaging her G spot and her thumb on Shannon’s clit. Shannon sucked Casey’s clit super hard as they squirmed and both squirted on each other. Megan sucked my dick as her fingers trembled in my pussy. I took all of Megan’s dick in my mouth and stroked it with my lips. My fingers worked her wet pussy in and out fast, as she did mine. Megan began to shake and I felt her cum blast in my mouth as she shook and pumped it out.
I came at the same time in her mouth as she rubbed my clit. We both had double cums each and we almost blacked out from the intense cums. The bed shook as 4 people trembled, squirmed and shook. The room was filled with moans from all of us for a very long time. Sucking and licking sounds went on and on. The smell hot sex and of a lot of cum filled the air.
Life is good when you’re a Hermie.

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She Rented my Boyfriend

She Rented my boyfriend
…..I sat in the her driveway in my new car. I couldn’t stop smiling with contentment. My cock was sore and it felt good….I thought back on how I got here…..I said to myself…..
…‘Jack…life is good.’
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…..I called her ‘Candy’. Her name was Candice. We stood there hugging and feeling our body’s. She was shaking and breathing hard. She had never had a man get her sexually excited before. I was feeling her body, and she was loving this. She had a hot figure, nice tits, hot legs and had gotten herself….. hooked on me.
…..She had been terribly sheltered in life. Daddy had big bucks and set her up good for life. Then daddy died. I met her at that point.
….My girlfriend Kate was a makeup artist and got a call to go to her big house to help her look good for some business meeting. I just happened to go with her that day because her car was in the shop. Kate and Candy became instant friends as Candy seemed pretty helpless, lonely, very young and needed a friend. She already looked hot to me, but Kate was getting paid good to do her makeup. I sat and watched as Kate made her look very hot. Candy keep looking at me for a reaction. I really just smiled and told her she looked sexy. She liked that and kept looking at me with her sexy smile. She was hot, and didn’t really need Kate’s help at all.
……She brought Candy to our house one evening to just to visit. Kate, had told me Candy need some ’street wise’ education bad. I said I could help her with the real world ways. As I looked at this naïve beauty, my cock started to rise to attention.
She spent a lot of evenings with us, but Kate had to get up at 3am to go to the movie studios to work. Kate went to bed very early, so that left Candy and I….alone.
…..It didn’t take long and Candy started in dressing in sexy clothes. She sat closer and closer on the couch after Kate went to bed. I found out she was just legal age and had never had sex, never had a man feel her up or anything. Daddy had kept men away from her. She had private teachers and not much contact with the outside world of theirs. Their mom had left when she was little and daddy just hired what was needed for them.
…..After a while I slowly found out why daddy kept her isolated from the outside world….
…. Daddy would have her undress for him while he watched and jacked off in the shadows of her room. He had her finger her pussy and feel her own tits. She liked the attention and the feelings. He hadn’t touched her….yet, and then he died in a plane crash. He did tell her when she turned legal age, he would show her about sex and a lot of new things…and…they could have sex.
…..She was very horny and excited waiting…. then he died 4 days before her birthday.
….She hinted that someone like ’me’ could maybe show her all about sex.
…..I whispered that I would ’help’ her, but it would take lots of practice. I said we could do a little ’practice’ quietly while Kate slept.
….. Lesson 1, ’Tongue kissing and feeling our bodies’, I told her.
It didn’t take much to get her hot. Just touching her neck, and I had to stop as she started to tremble and moan. I said we’d better do this at her house alone, so as not to wake Kate. She whispered excitedly that she had tingles in her pussy and her tits already.
…..I walked her out to her car and we sat and talked. She asked if we could do the kissing and feeling thing some more. I slowly laid her down in the front seat and laid on top of her. We started in as I slipped my hand into her blouse and felt those nice tits. She opened her legs and started in pushing her pussy up to my boner. I pulled up her dress and slipped my hand in her wet panties and slit. She moaned and jumped each time I felt her clit. “Oh god…when can we have sex, I want to have sex with you so bad….could we maybe have sex right now?” She asked.
…..“Tomorrow night, too many people might see us here.” I said. She said: “Ok, but can I feel your cock before you go?” She didn’t wait for an answer and her hand went in. She moaned as she felt a mans cock for the very first time. “Tomorrow night I want to feel it more, I love it. It excites me so much.” She said.
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…..Kate lay in bed smiling. She thought…This is working out fine. Not only is Candy secretly paying me for the ’boyfriend rental’ but I’ve met this co-worker guy that gets me real horny in the back room at work. He loves to feel my tits and in my panties. I sneak in a handful of his cock. We found a place where we can fuck anytime we want. Jack, not knowing a thing about this, just makes it all the more exciting.
…..Candy’s thoughts about Jack and Kate….
…..They think I’m this naïve girl who doesn’t know anything. That’s just how I want them to think. My daddy didn’t raise a dummy. He told me that if you find a man you want, just do whatever it takes to get him for yourself. I want Jack and soon I’ll have him away from Kate. She doesn’t care about him, otherwise she wouldn’t let me rent him. She cute alright, but I have something she doesn’t….money and brains.
Jack….
…..I told Kate I had to go and do things that evening. I arrived at Candy’s big house and she was waiting in a beautiful black night gown. We sat with some mixed drinks.
….. Something was different…..
….. She told me how she felt about me and “what ever it took“, she wanted me as her boyfriend.
…..Gone was the naïve Candy and now a sharp, business savvy girl came to the surface. She said not to concern myself with Kate anymore. She told me about Kate’s boyfriend at work and that she was paying to ’rent’ me from Kate…
….I sat in shock at the real Candy. The girl I had gotten great desires for, and her for me….the desires just got greater between us. Now the fun began with a beautiful girl…..
….In that one night, I became her boyfriend and personal sexual trainer.
…..She told me her daddy had her working in his business at age 6. Seven days a week. Now she wanted to catch up on those lost years when boy meets girl and things happen naturally.
….The night began. The ’sex’ lessons were beautiful. I was training a beautiful girl to have sex just the way I liked it. I stood her up and danced first. Her sweet body next to mine was hot as we felt whatever we wanted to. We went back down to her couch and we laid next to each other. I ’showed’ her about foreplay between man and woman again. She like that part and she slowly took my clothes off and I took hers too. We let our arm and legs go as they wanted. Two happy naked people kissing and licking tits, dicks, pussy and just all over. She was free to moan now and she let it out.
….We could hardly make it to her big bed. Instant 69 as she became hyper with excitement.
….. Our foreplay was building into a moaning squirming mass of wet oral sex. I loved to hear her moan with pleasure as I licked her pussy for the first time. She orgasmed so hard, she shook like a wild woman. Her lips found all my hot spots on my cock and she honed in on them. I had to stop her as she was going to make me cum right in her mouth and didn’t realize it. I wanted that for later. Finally I spun her around and grabbed her legs and put them up. I just had to lick her again and watch her orgasm again so hot. In went my cock slowly as she trembled and moaned. It was her first and her fingers dug into my back.
….. “OOOOHHH”….she yelled as my cock went deeper into her tight pussy. She didn’t hold back her feelings and moaned continuously. She adjusted to my cock and started panting as we started fucking. Damn she was nice and tight, and it felt good. Her legs shook around my shoulders as our cums were building up to the time we both had waited for. Her trembling hands were pulling on me, taking me deeper in her tight pussy.
…When my cock touched bottom in her pussy….and kept touching it…she lost it and started fucking me so fast and then locked me up with a thrust and a scream of joy….I can’t put in words the joy we both felt. We felt like we had left planet earth in a rocket. “Squeeze Candy…squeeze!” I moaned and she learned how right then and there. I shot rapid fire cum shots in her until I fell weak. The poor girl was out of it, moaning and squirming. She acted like she had gone crazy and mumbled pleasure sounds. She kept squeezing my cock like it was her toy to keep. My cock kept cuming without any cum left. I got so dizzy I had to let my brain take me to euphoria with her……….I went out…
….It was still dark as I tried to open my eyes. I felt a warm girls mouth on my cock…I just smiled and let her play…I smelled the aroma of a freshly showered woman’s pussy….I opened my eyes a little and right in front of my face was Candy’s sweet pussy. I pulled to me and let my tongue have it way with it. I loved the moaning around my cock as she took it in deep. Her pussy was wet with her sex and I licked every part of it. Her hips moved with my probing tongue as we got a rhythm going. Her head worked my cock as I felt a huge rising cum on the way. She knew it too somehow, and held my flexing balls. I had to cum, I had no choice as I stiffened up to her sucking and her tongue circling my cock head. The first shot made her squeal and down her lips went to take all of my cock in her wet mouth. I shot and shot as my cock took control. Her pussy trembled as it thrust on my tongue. My ears began to ring as she moaned so loud. …..We both ……well…no words can ever possibly describe it… we both moaned until we went out again…..
…..All I can remember of that,… just the first night with Candy, were my thoughts….
….’Jack…life is good’….

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my daughter Almadelia

For fourteen years now, my daughters favorite seat in the house. Was my lap. Matter of fact, her favorite seat anywhere was on or as close to me as she could get. When she was younger she would run and jump on me. She would wiggle herself onto my crotch until she was comfortable. Not much has changed except that now she slowly sits in my lap.
For her fourteen birthday I bought a pool. The summers here in the mid south are very muggy and hot. I was not married and it was only me and my daughter Almadelia. So I got the biggest pool I could buy. One day it got well over 100 degress. So Almadelia and I decided to go swimming at night. It was just too damn hot to go mid day. I got dress in my trunks and got in the pool. About twenty minutes later, Almadelia comes out in a very sexy bikini. It was the American flag that barely covered her body. Her breast were a 32b, but the top was still too small. You could see her nipples easily through the stars on the top. And the thong bottoms were cut so tight you could she the outline of her pussy lips.
Just looking at her made my cock stiffen. I watched her walk down the steps and into the pool. I picked a spot on the other side of the pool and sat on the underwater seat. Hoping that my cock would soften before she noticed it. I watched her submerge herself underwater. When she came up, you could see right through the fabric of the bikini. Her pink nipples where hard and poking right at me. There was no way my hard on was going away now.
Then Almadelia swam over to me and plopped her ass right on my lap. She wiggled until she was comfy and turned and kissed me on the cheek.
“ Daddy, do you like my new bikini?”
“ Yes, but I think its a little small for you and see through.”
“ I know, that’s why I got it. Don’t worry, I’ll only wear it around the house.”
“ Yeah, I think that may be best.”
“ Hey, when do you think we can have a pool party?”
“ I don’t know sweetie, I guess when every we want. Hell we can have one this weekend if you would like.”
“ Oh daddy that would be so cool. I’ll make some calls later. Right now I just want to sit right here.” She said wiggling her ass again. My cock just started twitching. I couldn’t help it or stop it. Then she turned her head and looked at me.
“ Daddy, your penis is poking my butt.”
“ I know baby. I’m sorry, it’s just the bikini and your so beautiful.”
“ Oh, it’s ok daddy. Its just the trunks that are bothering me.”
“ What do you mean baby?”
“ Oh when your penis moves the trunks are pulling on my thong and its cutting into my vagina.”
“ Oh, ok then. You need to get off my lap then.”
“ But I don’t want to. I like the way your penis feel in between my butt.”
“ Alright, then what do we do about it?”
“ Well you could take them off.”
“ Then I’ll be naked. I don’t think so.”
“ Well, I’ll take mine off if you will yours.”
“ What? I don’t think so. I’m your father. Your my daughter.”
“ I know that silly. It’s not like I’m asking you to have sex with me. Just take your trunks off so I can sit comfortably.”
“ Ok, but you leave yours on ok.”
“ Ok daddy.”
She got up so that I could remove my trunks. I pulled them out of the water and placed them on the deck. I sat back on the seat and she placed herself on my naked cock. She wiggled and wiggled until it sat nicely between her ass crack and pussy mound.
“ That’s nice. Thank you daddy.”
“ I can’t believe I ‘m saying this, but your welcome baby.”
“ Hey daddy, do you think I can sit like this on your lap some night inside the house?” Giving me her puppy dog eyes.
“ I don’t think thats a good idea. I’m not really happy about this anyway.”
“ But you would do anything for me, right?”
“ Yes, but this is a little to far baby.”
“ But I really like it.” She said and she bounced a little on my lap.
“ Don’t do that Almadelia. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“ Oh daddy, your so sweet. So can we?”
“ Let me think about it ok, but If I say yes. You have to wear panties. Not thongs.”
“ But daddy, it feels so good.”
“ No and I mean it. No thongs.”
“ Ok daddy. Hey at the party will you get some booze?”
“ Yeah, but only for here and make sure what friends come. Come to stay and No boys.”
“ Ok daddy.”
With that she got off my lap and got out of the pool. As her ass came out of the water. I could see the thong was twisted and I watched her fix it as she walked around the deck. Before I could grab my trunks. Almadelia had grabbed them and ran into the house. I was just glad she didn’t take my towel. I went in and finished drying off. I put on a tee shirt and some shorts. When I entered the living room. Almadelia was sitting on the sofa in her night shirt and panties. Her night shirt just covered her ass. I could see her panties easily. This was always normal though. She always let me see her panties. Hell I bought most of them.
I sat down in my lazy boy and started watching TV. It wasn’t long until she was in my lap. She wiggled and wiggled. Giving me another hard on. Then she got comfortable and turned to kiss me on the cheek. Then my cock twitched.
“ Daddy, have you thought about what I asked?”
“ What do you mean baby?”
“ You know about me sitting in your lap? I’m wearing panties.”
“ Oh that, well no not really. My head is still swimming from earlier.”
“ Well can I?”
“ Can you wait baby?”
“ Daddy, I want to sit in you lap. Without the shorts.”
“ I don’t know baby. I don’t think that I’d be comfortable in just my shirt.”
“ Then take it off silly.”
“ Nope. I’m not getting naked so that you can sit on my lap.”
“ But daddy, you did in the pool.” She said with puppy dog eyes.
“ Nope.”
“ I’ll take my shirt off to.” And off it came. She was sitting in my lap in just her pink panties.
“ Please daddy?”
I couldn’t take it, so I lifted her up and took my shirt off and then my shorts. I sat back down and she climbed in my lap. She wiggled and wiggled until she was comfortable again. We sat there watching TV. I would feel her wiggle ever so slightly. I had put my hand on her naked side and stroked it lightly. We sat there watching the news, then a movie. The movie was a romantic drama. About halfway through the movie. Almadelia opened her legs and placed her feet on the outsides of my own. She leaned back and put her head beside mine. I was rocking the chair at this point. My cock began to get harder and harder. My hand slowly moved up her side. I rested it an the bottom of her breast. With each rock I could feel my cock rubbing the fabric of her panties.
Almadelia the took her hand and placed it on top of my hand that was under her breast. She laced her fingers in with mine and slid it over her breast. Her nipples were very hard. She took both of our hands and squeezed her naked breast. We rocked and watched the rest of the movie. Her never removing my hand from her breast. Once the movie was over she got up and put her shirt on and kissed me goodnight. I stayed up a little longer, just to jack off. Then I got up and went to bed.
Chapter 2
The next morning, I got up and cooked breakfast. Almadelia came down wearing only a bra and panties. This was also normal, but the bra looked ragged. She grabbed a plate and started eating.
“ Daddy, can you take me to the mall to get a new bra.?”
“ Sure baby. That one does look like its had it.”
“ Yeah, but I was wanting to know if you would buy me some sexy bras?”
“ Hum, I thought all bras were sexy.”
“ God no daddy, I want some like in that movie last night.”
“ Oh, well we will see. Who are you wanting to wear them for?”
“ You silly. I like the way you look at me.”
“ Well you know you shouldn’t be wearing sexy things like that for me.”
“ Why not? Your a man, you don’t have a girlfriend. Why can’t I give you something to look at?”
“ Because it’s not you job baby.”
“ But I want to make it my job. I’ve got one more year of school and I’ve decided to go to work for you.”
“ Baby that’s sweet, but I’m ok I don’t need you to dance around in your undies.”
“ Then why don’t you have a girlfriend?”
“ You know I’m busy with work and taking care of you. There is no time to date anyone.”
“ You can always date me daddy.”
“ Not like that baby, but I can take you out to dinner and a movie if you would like.”
“ Ok daddy, well I’ll go get dresses.” She said as she bounced out of the kitchen.
I finish up in the kitchen and went to change. I put on a pair of CK jeans and a tee shirt. I put on my best callone and went into the living room to wait on my daughter. When she came down she was wearing a short skirt and a white button up short sleave shirt. She walked right past me and out the door. I got up and adjusted myself and followed close behind.
The drive was quiet and short. When we got to the mall it was full. The only place to park was at the far end of the lot were no one wanted to park. Once we got in from the heat. I looked at my daughter and she was dripping with sweat. You could see right through the back of her shirt. I quickly glances at the front and was glad it wasn’t soaked. The first place we went was Hot Topic. A Gothic clothing store. She picked out a couple of bras that had matching panties and guarder belts. I really didn’t like the idea, but every time I went to say no. She would look at me with sad eyes and I just opened my wallet.
Then we went to some more stores and got more sexy little bras. Then she wanted some new shirts to go with the bras. I just couldn’t say no. When we finished. We made the long hot way back to the car. She was bouncing in her seat all the way home. Once home, I helped her unload the car and carry her stuff to her room. I decided to take a dip. So I went to my room and chanced into my trunks and headed out to the pool. When I got there Krista had beaten me to it. She was in the water sitting in my spot. I swam over to her and she slid around and into my lap.
“ Daddy, your trunks.”
“ Oh ok.” I said and lifted her up and took them off. Then she wiggled herself until I was hard and she kissed me on my cheek.
“ That’s better. Thanks daddy for the cloths.”
“ Your welcome baby. I’m glad you liked what you got.”
“ Oh yes and I cant wait to wear some of them for you.”
“ Now we talked about this Almadelia. You don’t need to wear stuff like that for me.”
“ Ok daddy, but I will anyway. If not for you then for myself.”
“ Ok that’s my girl.”
“ Daddy will you do me a favor?”
“ Sure baby.”
“ Untie my top. Its hurting my boobies.”
“ Why didn’t you buy one today that would fit you better.”
“ Because I like this one and summer is almost over anyway.”
“ I will loosen it, but don’t take it off.”
“ Why not? No one will see and you didn’t complain last night when I was topless in your lap.” She said with that look.
“ Ok, fine. Just don’t get out of the pool with it off.” I said as I pulled on the tiny string.
“ Much better, would you like to rub then again?”
“ I better not honey.”
“ Oh, but I like it when you rub them.”
And again I couldn’t say no. I placed both hands on her chest and slowly started squeezing her breast. She slowly started rocking on my cock. She squeezed her legs together and I couldn’t stop from shooting a load into the pool. When my cock stopped twitching. She got out of the pool topless. I was on shock and could not stop her. Once I got my trunks on I dried off and went in. I went to my room and took a shower. Once I was done. I put on some shorts a tee shirt. I went down and ordered some take out. I could hear Almadelia up in her room. She had the radio on and was opening and closing drawers. She was putting her new things away.
By the time the food got there, she was coming down the stairs. She was wearing the skirt she wore to the mall with one of the bras he got at Hot Topic. My moth just fell open. I wanted to tell her to put on a shirt, but it wouldn’t do any good. She always walked around like that. I wasn’t going to stop her now. No matter how sexy she looked. My cock was hard. She grabbed some plates and set the table. We sat down and ate dinner. After dinner we went into the living room to watch TV. I didn’t wait on Almadelia. I just took my cloths off and sat in my lazy boy. She quickly hopped in my lap. Wiggling on my lap. Something was different. Ones my cock was hard. She got settled on my cock. Then I got it. She wasn’t wearing panties, but she had leaned back and kissed my cheep.
“ Mmmm, that’s better.”
“ Did you forget something young lady?”
“ What do you mean daddy?” she said with the look.
“ Your not wearing panties.”
“ Oh, no I didn’t forget. I didn’t put any on.”
“ Why?”
“ Because I wanted to be comfortable daddy. And I like how your penis feels between my legs and ass remember?”
“ Yeah, but this isn’t right. I’m your father.”
“ Yes and I’m your daughter. I know and I don’t see the point. I love you and I want to make you happy. Now shut up and watch TV.”
And so I did. We watched the news then another romantic drama. And again she spread her legs and placed her feet on the out side of mine. My hand went straight to her breast. As we rocked in the chair. My cock rubbed her pussy lips. She was so wet. Then I felt her hand on my cock and she pushed it up inside her. She was so wet and warm. I think the pain took her by surprise, because she quickly jumped up and ran to her room. I looked down and saw the blood on my cock. My girl was still a virgin. I got up and followed her to her room and opened her door. She was laying on her bed crying.
“ What’s the matter baby? Did daddy hurt you?”
“ Yes. I mean no. Daddy I’m sorry. I’m just now woman enough for you.”
“ What do you mean honey?”
“ I’m still a virgin and when I tried to make love to you.”
“ It hurt you?”
“ Yes daddy. I’m sorry that I can’t please you.”
“ Oh baby, but you do. And you don’t have to please me that way anyway.”
“ But I want to daddy.” She said with puppy eyes.
“ Ok sweetie. Well I guess I’ll just have to pop that cherry then.”
“ But it hurts daddy.”
“ I know it will at first, but I promise it will only hurt for a little bit. And once its gone It will never hurt again. I will take it slow ok.”
“ Ok daddy. Make me a woman.”
I walked over to the bed and rolled her over on her back. I took her legs and pushed them apart as far as she could spread them. I took my cock and soaked it in her pussy juices. Then I slowly pushed my cock into her tight pussy. She cried out and grabbed the sheets. Then inch by inch until I was all the way in. I slowly pulled in and out. I noticed that she was beginning to enjoy it as the screams became moans and she started telling me to fuck her harder. It didn’t take me long to cum. So as I got close. I pulled out and emptied my cock onto her belly and tits.
“Oh, daddy you were right. That did feel good.”
“ Yes baby it did. Now go get cleaned up. You don’t want the blood to stain your skirt.”
“ Wanna take a shower with me?”
“ Sure why not.”
We took a shower and went to bed.

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The Andy chronicles Episode 2Unlucky at cards

I headed south for whatever reason. and was soon in unfamiliar territory. i avoided the interstate and the main roads wandering through backroads now that i was in south carolina. i was really drowsy and wanted to find a place to pull off the road to knock off a few Z’s. as i rounded a curve i saw a tall chain link fence with an open gate at what appeared to be an old lumber yard.
oh well any shelter in a storm i figured. and swung in i pulled the trans am behind a stack of paletts and turned off the lights i sat listening to the muffler cool and for any unusual noise. after about 3 minutes i decided i was the only consious human being around and got out of the car. i looked around and noticed off to the east the sun was about to rise.i moved away from the car and took a whiz and walked around stretching.then walked back to the car and crawled into the back seat to take my nap.
sometime later i was awakened by the sound of slamming and people voices. i waited a few seconds to try and figure out if they knew i was about.after i decided they didnt i raised up and looked around a group of about 8 or 9 people were unloading food ,beer,and sodas from a pickup truck and going inside what used to be the office of the lumberyard. i was still tired so i lay back down i glanced at my watch and saw it was 734 am i drifted off and dreamt of screwing jen the chick at the waffle hut who had given me a blow job a few hours ago.
about 3 hours later i woke up to the sound of a basketball being dribbled and guys yelling as they shot hoops at the goal on the west end of the lumberyard i felt the urge to piss so i eased up opened the door of the trans am slowly got out and eased it back closed i found a spot close by and drained my bladder. looking around i saw 5 cars and 3 pick up trucks obviously this spot was a sunday hang out/party point. i could see one man tending a grill cooking burgers hot dogs and chicken i was a little hungry so i wandered over he looked at me kinda funny and i introduced myself he responded with a grunt and said his name was arlo the guys who had been shooting baskets walked over and asked me what the hell i was doing and if i was running from the law
kinda
well we got us a fugitive here boys they all laughed
whats your name ? a tall dude w long brown hair asked
Andy i responded
well Andy i’m David but you can call me Doe-Doe everybody does
you boys having a cookout i see
yeah every sunday my uncle owns this spot of ground so we all hang out here on sundays drink beer and play cards shoot hoops
i nodded
what kind of cards i finally asked
poker 7 card stud mostly
anybody sit in ?
anybody with money
i fished out a small wad of 20s this do
sure come on in mr andy………what did you say your last name was ?
i didnt
we all walked inside except for arlo who kept on cooking
inside introductins were made and we started in playing
i won awhile
lost awhile
enjoyed the company and ate burgers and tater salad washing it down w ith beer
most of the boys at the card table were redneck mechanics farmers and so forth
one old geezer who won steady looked out of place kinda like a retired lawyer everybody seemed to like him and everyone seeemed to respect him
everybody called him Roger and i finally found out his last name was Morgan
it was getting on toward nightfall when i hit the best hand i ever had
or at least thought i did
everybody folded out early except for me and a fella by the name of Logan Spinks a Viet nam vet who made his main living selling pot his cover job was as a the best welder in that part of south carolina
I didnt want to be the one to bust old Logans bubble but i was holding 3 kings in the hole or so i assumed i hadnt looked back since the Diamond king had been turned face dowon as my last card
i figured logan had a full house as he had 2 pair face up aces and jacks
i kep raisng and he raised back
soon i was all in a nice pot on the table about 6 000 dollars
Logan whispered to a chick in a halter top and she fished a roll of bills from that halter
well mr andy im gonna sweeten this pot oh…….by….about 2000 dollars you literally coulda heard a pin drop
i looked at him and grinned you sure ??
oh hell yeah
well all i got left is this
i reached in my pockets and tossed the keys to the trans am on the table
they had all admired my car when i pulled it from behnd the pallets and Logan smiled
well i’ll take that as a call Mr Andy
he turned his cards over and yep 3 aces and 2 jacks
enjoy your walk home andy he laughed
i shook my head and grinned back you better get ready to cry Logan
4 kings
i had the king of hearts face up and i counted off king of hearts
his face dropped
i turned a card over king of clubs
he closed his eyes and cussed the gal whose halter had been his bank punched him hard
damn he muttered as i turned over the next card king of spades
i felt really cocky as i turned over the last card and king of Diamonds i said as i flipped over the jack of hearts
Logan cussed and shook his head
as i started to claim my winnings
Roger Morgan cleard his throat
hate to rain on your parade Mr andy
but i…..he said as he turned over his cards
discarded the king of diamonds five minutes ago
i swallowed hard
and realized i had miscalled my hand
the whole building exploded with laughter as i damn near pissed my pants
i sat around and was the butt of everybodys jokes for the next couple of hours
then the party broke up i damn near cried as Logan drove off in my trans am
Doe Doe came over and said i was welcome to any leftovers and if i needed a place to stay i could use the couch in the office to catch a nap
just so long as i was out of the building by 6 am monday or in other words about 10 hours
soon i was alone with a few burgers and chips and a couple of beers feeling real sorry for myself
but i was getting tired and decided to sleep awhile dreaming of better days and better lays
I dozed off and was sleeping the best sleep i had enjoyed in about 3 days when i heard a noise
whoomp something had gotten knocked over i lay still in the little office lying on the couch
i heard voices
well they sure as shit didnt leave anything this time one of the female voices said
tell me about it another voice replied
maybe something in the office
maybe lets see i could see a beam of light from a flashlight as the 2 female voices drew closer
the beam of light fell into the office and an instant later the door swung open
in walked 2 young girls about 13 or 14 years old both brunettes both in jeans and tees
well looka there carla the one said
what the hell do i see clara
well sis looks like a whatcha call a vagrant
well shit carla its a bum
i shook my head what a way to be woke up by 2 smart ass redneck chicklets
think we oughta call the law ? carla i think asked clara or it was clara asking carla to this day i couldnt tell you which was which as they were twins
naw he looks harmless enough
i was still a little groggy as i attempted to stand one of the girls doesnt matter much which one giggled and thats when i realized my pecker was tenting my pants
looks like he was having himself a sweet dream giggles aplenty from the girls
hey mister whats your name
Andy i said they introduced themselves all the while keeping the flashlight on the star of the show
my raging boner
sure would like to see it one of them said
the other was holding the flashlight and mustve agreed as the light bounced up and down
drop your britches mister she said
i grinned at the thought and figured what the hell no one around ‘cept me and the 2 of them
you girls dont look old enough to handle a man i said prodding them on
well lets see how much a man you are
well i was feeling kinda cocky (pun intended)
so i obliged my 2 admirers and undid my belt and slid my pants down they fell around my ankles having thrown my underwear away as frankly they stunk my cock all 7 inches of it stood up swollen and twitching
wow the girls said at same time clara flip the lights on clara did so and carla turned off the flashlight damn mister looks like you were having a good dream
i reached down and grabbed my cock by the base and wielkded it like a sword you girls are wayyyyyy too young to know bout things like this
they both snickered hell mister we were raised on a farm we’ve seen every kind of animal there is have sex including our kin folk
yeah i said now making a show out of my cock fondling trying ti entice these 2 redneck honeys into doing more than talking
so i guess neither of you is a virgin then ?
depends on how you define virgin clara said as she moved a few steps closer my cock had precum on the head by this point
well a virgin has never had one of these i shook my hard cock for emphasis in her pussy
well i guess we’re both virgins carla laughed .course we’ve had ’em other places
i nodded and noticed they both were almost drooling
so i said slowly you girls ever suck on one before they looked at each other
i detected a slight blush as they both grinned and nodded yes
well i sure could use a little of that kind of action myself right about now
they needed no further encouragement they both sank to their knees and started rubbing my cock
of course i do have one condition they both looked up at me still rubbing my dick i get to fuck those pussies too
they looked at each other and shrugged i smiled well go ahead girls suck away i felt like the most arrogant bastard in the world right then as i felt clara or maybe carlas wet mouth go down on me
i smiled smuggly as she bobbed a few times then passed my cock to her sister ahhhhhhh i moaned as i watched the girls take turns sucking my dick i tried to take my mind off the wonderful feeling the 2 sisters were giving me at first by counting sheep but then i relaized i was keeping score of which one had bobbed on my knob the most clara was ahead when i had them stop 398-356
i looked down at my slick shiny cock and said ok girls time to lose your cherries drop your linen and stop your grinnin
i had them both drop their jeans to the floor andslide their panties down to their ankles and bend over the desk in the office i admired the cute ass cheeks so smooth and tender my hands platying with those cheeks i ran a finger up and down each hairless slit and fingerd them both my cock begging me to stuff it n their honey pots
i couldnt deny it any longer i got behind clara i think anyway and rubbed the head up and down the slit she whimperd her sister looked back over her shoulder to see what was going on i grabbed my cock by the base and felt the head meet some resistance as i eased forward feeling it enter her tight pussy she grunted then whimpered some more as i felt it slide in
i let her adjust and began easing in and out of her virgin cunt sinking a bit more in each thrust i felt her hymen and she muttered damn that hurts
it will for just a second hang on honey i pulled back til just the tip of my cock was left in her i let it rest there a moment then grabbed her waist just above her hips and thrust in deep
she said what i felt at that instant “oh sweet mercy ” i felt her hymen tear apart as i fucked her slow and easy then built speed with each thrust her sister stared wide eyed as i fucked her sisters cunt
after a couple of minutes i eased out and moved behind her sister who was wide eyed in terror now as she gulped
she closed her eyes seeming to resign her self to her fate now as i rubbed my cock across her pale white ass cheeks smearng a little of her sisters virgin blood on her
sweet little carla was as tight as her sister had been i was more lubed now though and slid in a bit easier and was in no mood to take my time i slid in deep on the first thrust taking my second cherry of the evening i got to thinking i was 31 and had never had even ne before and now here iwas with 2 bagged ini less than 10 minutes
i fucked carla awhile then lest clara get comfortable i swapped and fucked her awhile i was having a good old time no doubt when i felt my orgasm build i pulled from carlas pussy and fucked her ass channel i gritted my teeth and soon shot my load all over her backside
i staggered back to the couch and fell down exhausted but happy the girls were sore and moved slowy cleaning themselves up and pulling their panties and jeans back up
i smiled at them thanks ladies that was sure fun
they seemd a bit embarassed and didnt speak much except to say goodbye i waited til they had been gone a few minutes and turned the light back off wondering if i was evr gonna get a full 8 hours of sleep again i smiled and told myself a joke hell if i keep getting pussy like that who needs sleep

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A young crossdresser is given the house to himself for the weekend, taking the opportunity he wears his mother’s clothes. However his weekend is changed when he becomes involved with something he could have never imagined

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9Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Nine: Meow!
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Nine Summary: Hermione proves that Crookshanks isn’t the only one with claws!
The trio landed in the Hospital Ward of Hogwarts, and Hermione instantly called for Madam Pomfrey. The matron came bolting out of her office, and upon seeing Ron and Harry’s condition, demanded to know what happened.
“We were attacked by Death Eaters,” Hermione practically shouted out in panic. “Ron was blown into a wall after being hit with two Cruciatus Curses. I think he may have a concussion.”
Pomfrey waved her wand at Harry and Ron, using a Mobilicorpus Charm to float the two toward a pair of hospital beds. Harry groaned pitifully; even though Pomfrey’s charm was very gentle, it still jostled him a bit which just seemed to aggravate his numerous bruises, especially the battered ‘Harry, Jr.’ and his baggage and his mangled finger.
After her two patients came to rest on their respective beds, Pomfrey waved her wand over Ron’s body. “You’re right, Miss Granger. He has suffered a concussion,” the nurse announced.
Ron’s eyes fluttered open and he muttered softly “All that hair… she could have knitted some sweaters of something…”
Harry cringed at the mental image of Bellatrix in her nakedness. Hermione looked as if she was going to be physically ill.
“Don’t worry dear,” Pomfrey said to Hermione after she noticed the younger witch’s discomfort from Ron’s statement. “It’s just the concussion talking. I’m sure it means nothing.”
Pomfrey continued to flourish her wand over Ron’s body while performing a number of spells as she continued to try and comfort Hermione. “You should’ve heard the unbelievable things Mr. Potter mumbled in his sleep the last time he was here: a giant black dog that was actually an escaped murderer, a diary that would talk to him, an adventure where he used Polyjuice to sneak into the Slytherin Common Room…”
“I didn’t know I talked in my sleep,” Harry admitted in a hushed tone to Hermione as Pomfrey continued to list his deeds, adventures, and misdeeds.
“I guess it’s a good thing that I find that out now,” Hermione breathed into his ear. “Better now than to find out later, when we’re sleeping together.”
Harry coughed and jerked about slightly on the bed at Hermione’s declaration. She clearly announced that she and Harry were going to sleep together! This, added to the taunt she used earlier against Bellatrix, told Harry that their relationship was going to advance, very soon. Of course, Harry hadn’t attempted to cough and jerk in celebration; he had tried to jump up and shout, “I’m getting lucky!” but due to his various injuries, all Harry could manage was to cough and jerk about. Though in his defense, it was a rather jubilant cough. Pomfrey turned around and began to perform several diagnostic charms on Harry after she was finished with Ron.
“Hmm….a number of bruises,” the healer stated aloud and froze for a moment over ‘Harry, Jr.’ and his luggage. “Ooooh. Ouch; I bet that smarts.”
Harry nodded his head silently and Hermione let out a pitiful whimper in sympathy. Pomfrey patted Harry on the shoulder and said in a comforting tone, “Don’t worry, son, it will be up in no time. Err… slip of the tongue, sorry about that.”
After informing a grateful Harry that no lasting damage was done to the “Great House of Potter’s Family Jewels,” she added, “But you can’t go playing with it for a while. You had some considerable damage done.”
Before Harry could inquire as to how long ‘Harry, Jr.’ was out of commission, Hermione did it for him. “How long until I can… um…” the poor girl turned such a vibrant shade of red that anyone could tell that she was completely embarrassed. She hemmed and hawed a bit while Pomfrey eyed Hermione suspiciously before concluding weakly “Err… that is, how long until Harry can uh, use it?”
“He’ll have to take a dose of ‘Bruise-Be-Gone’ first,” Pomfrey informed as she stared at Hermione’s still red eye. “Mr. Potter will be … ready in a few hours.”
The healer leaned toward Hermione and placed her wand in front of the younger witch’s puffy eye. “Now, why don’t you let me fix your eye?”
“Um… it’s not a Conjunctivitis Curse, ma’am,” admitted Hermione. “I don’t think the counter spell will work properly.”
“Miss. Granger, this school is filled with teenagers, all with overactive hormones, who like to experiment…I know exactly what this is,” Pomfrey stated. “And many young men have bad aim like Mr. Potter, here. Amatorius/ Abdo!”/
With a pop, the redness and puffiness in and around Hermione’s eye disappeared. Pomfrey concluded “I’ve had to use that spell more times than I care to count. I just wish you girls would learn to turn your face away in time.” The healer then refocused her attention on Harry and his damaged digit. “Well, the bones will have to come out of that I’m afraid.”
“No, not Skele-Grow again,” complained Harry.
“Oh, hush,” Pomfrey ordered. “You had your whole arm re-grown a few years back. One finger will be nothing compared to that.” Pomfrey cast the spell and Harry’s finger deflated like a balloon as the bones disappeared. Hermione let out a pathetic whimper when she saw Harry’s finger dangle like a strip of flesh-colored rubber hanging from his hand.
“Ms Granger, I need you to fetch some of my potions for me,” ordered the matron. “First, Mr. Potter will need Bruise-be-Gone; it’s a black and blue bottle, and of course the Skele-Grow; I believe you’ll remember what that looks like. I will also need Caruthers’s Concussion Concoction for Mr. Weasley.” Biting her lip, Hermione nodded and dashed off to the Hospital Ward office.
The moment that Hermione disappeared into the office, the doors leading from the hallway into the Hospital Ward flew open and a very nervous looking Tonks barged in, followed by an angry looking Professor McGonagall. “Nymphadora, I demand to know what’s going on! You come barreling out of the Floo in my office and without a word come running down-”
The Headmistress stopped her tirade of Tonks when she saw two of her students in bed. Harry waved at the two witches. Of course he did this with his bad hand which just caused his bone-less finger to flap this way and that.
“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?” screeched McGonagall.
“We were attacked,” Hermione answered simply as she stepped out of the office with her arms full of potion bottles and walked past McGonagall and Tonks.
“I got a fire-call from one of my supervisors. He told me that a number of Death Eaters attacked Godric’s Hollow,” explained Tonks. “I apparated there as fast as I could, but it was all over when I got there. There were about three dozen unconscious Death Eaters plus my evil bitch of an aunt. She was unconscious as well, but she was foaming at the mouth. Oddly enough, she had the happiest smile I’ve ever seen on a person.”
“I’ll give this one to Mr. Weasley,” Pomfrey said to Hermione and she took one of the three bottles. “Give a dose of each of those two to Mr. Potter.”
“But what made you come here and why are those two hurt…?” McGonagall stopped herself while indicating Ron and Harry.
“I knew that these three were going to Godric’s Hollow,” Tonks continued. “When I got there, I feared the worst when I couldn’t find them. But one of the witnesses said that they saw three teenagers Portkey away. So I figured they’d head here.”
“One of the Death Eaters escaped as well,” Hermione announced as she poured some of the foul tasting potion down Harry’s throat. “Well, mostly escaped; he splinched himself trying to get away.”
“That would explain the spare leg we found,” concluded Tonks. “But what it doesn’t explain is how we can’t seem to revive the Death Eaters. Except for my vicious Aunt, they all show the symptoms of being stunned. But when we tried a rennervate, nothing happened.”
“Oh that,” stated Hermione who was doing her best to ignore the gagging sounds coming from Harry who was fighting desperately not to throw up the god-awful potions. “You’ll have to hit them with a few dozen Rennervate Charms. Harry… um… well we discovered that Harry can be fairly powerful when he puts his mind to it.”
“Poppy, what’s your diagnosis?” asked McGonagall.
“Potter is fairly beaten up, including a severely broken finger and some deep bruising, but it’s nothing a good night’s rest and a potion or two won’t fix. Weasley, however, has one hell of a concussion. I want to keep him here overnight for observation.”
“Does that mean Harry can leave?” asked Hermione.
“I don’t see why not,” replied Pomfrey. “It’s just a couple of bruises and a finger that needs the bones re-grown. He’s suffered worse.”
“I’ll go back and tell our healers how to awaken the thugs,” Tonks said as she started to walk out of the ward. “I mean we can’t just chuck them into Azkaban if they’re permanently stunned.”
As gently as she could, Hermione helped her bruised and battered boyfriend to his feet.
“Don’t worry about Mr. Weasley, I’ll take good care of him,” Pomfrey informed the couple as they made their way slowly out of the Ward. “And remember, no funny business for the next few hours.”
“That means no experimentation with Cheering Charms,” added McGonagall. Harry groaned as the Headmistress gave him another one of her disturbing saucy smiles.
After what seemed like an eternity of jostling ‘Harry, Jr.’s baggage by walking up various stairs, the couple finally made it back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Harry groaned once more as he noticed that Hermione was steering him toward the stairs that led to his dorm room. At that point, those stairs weren’t just another set of stairs that Harry had to climb. To him it was an evil torture device that was designed solely for the purpose to cause even more pain to his battered bits.
“Can’t I just stay here and sleep on the couch?” whined Harry.
“No,” Hermione stated firmly. “You’ll rest better in your own bed.”
“Bu-bu-bu but the stairs…. They hurt,” complained Harry.
“Just a few more and I promise you can lie down.”
Hermione led Harry up the thirteen steps with each one causing Harry to wince. When the couple walked into Harry’s dorm room, he was nearly doubled over in pain due to his bruised bits. That and the fact that the Skele-Grow had just started to kick in. It felt as if dozens of needles were being shoved through his damaged hand.
“Just lay down,” Hermione said as she helped Harry lower himself on his bed. “I’ll get some food. We haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
The brunette witch stood up and called out “Dobby!” An instant later, the neurotic house-elf appeared with a crack.
“Yes, Miss Harry Potter’s Hermy, you called for Dobby?” he asked nervously.
“Yes, I did Dobby. Harry and I need food. Would you please go get something for us to eat?” Hermione asked politely.
“Dobby would love to!” the little creature squealed.
“But, Harry’s going on a special diet,” added Hermione.
“I am?” asked Harry. This was a new revelation for him, leaving him more than a little surprised. He was curious as to why Hermione would make him go on a “special diet” without even talking to him about it.
“Yes, you are,” Hermione replied to Harry. But before he could ask why, she turned back to Dobby. “We’ll need some protein. Perhaps a simple steak, but he’s going to need vegetables. This is the most important part though, no eggs or dairy.”
“But I like dairy,” complained Harry. He didn’t know what was on the diet she had concocted for him, but he was hurting from the beating and grumpy from the ride that made a mockery of his parents. The last thing he wanted to do was not eat the things he liked. He thought of a way to convince Hermione into allowing him some cheese. Indicating his limp digit, Harry argued “And I probably need calcium to help my bones grow. So I should get some cheese.”
“No dairy. It’s very important to your diet.” she said firmly.
“What diet?”
“But I do see the point of calcium,” she continued, ignoring his question. “Even though the Skele-Grow will do all the work, calcium is very important. Some dark green vegetables have loads of calcium.”
“Miss Harry Potter’s Hermy mean like asparagus?” offered Dobby.
Before Harry could protest, Hermione shouted, “Good God no! All my research states that would be very bad! Very bad indeed! Very foul.”
“What research?” demanded Harry, which Hermione once again ignored.
“Some vegetables like broccoli, chicory greens, and cabbage will do,” Hermione counted off. “And definitely celery. But make the majority of the meal out of fruits like kiwi, watermelon, and pineapple”
“Dobby will be back shortly!” the house elf announced and disappeared with a crack.
“What diet?” implored Harry.
“It’s a surprise,” Hermione answered and she walked over to the side of the bed. “I’ll have to get you into your pajamas,” she added, effectively changing the subject. With a flick of her wand, all of Harry’s clothes disappeared from his body leaving him stretched out on his bed completely naked. He found it odd that he wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest as Hermione examined his naked form. “Oh, my poor baby,” Hermione pouted as she saw all the purple bruises on his flesh. “Oh no!” she moaned as her eyes took in ‘Harry, Jr.’
“Is it bad?” asked Harry, fearful to check for himself. In his panicked mind, he imagined ‘Harry, Jr.’ all sorts of funny colors and twisted this way and that.
“It looks bad,” admitted Hermione, which didn’t help calm Harry’s worries about ‘Harry, Jr.’ being all twisted. “But Madam Pomfrey said that it should be back to normal in a few hours, thanks to the potion. Now I’ll conjure some bottoms for you.”
Another swish of her wand and Harry felt a pair of silk pajamas cover himself.
“Thanks,” Harry said.
Then Hermione waved her wand again and this time, much to Harry’s enjoyment, her clothes disappeared with a soft pop. She stood unabashedly in front of Harry in nothing more than her white cotton knickers.
“B-b-bu-but Pomfrey said we couldn’t fool around,” Harry stammered while looking in her eyes (As everybody knows, when a man is faced with a topless beauty and he says that he is looking in the aforementioned beauty’s eyes what he actually means is that he is staring directly into the beauty’s nipples).
“Harry, my eyes are up here,” Hermione said while gesturing with her hands to look up. “Harry. Baby. My eyes… they’re up here…”
Harry really did try to take his eyes off of ‘Carmella’ and ‘Natasha’ but he failed. It was like his eyes were hit with a Permanent Sticking Charm and they were magically attached to her nipples. He did notice that Hermione’s flesh turn a little red and he also saw that her lovely nipples started to get erect.
“Do you really like looking at my breasts?” Hermione asked nervously.
“Oh, yes,” Harry nodded while keeping his eyes on her pertness. “I can do this all day and not get bored.”
Hermione’s flesh blushed even more (Harry couldn’t tell if any other part of her body had blushed because of the whole “Permanent Sticking Charm” thing).
“I do appreciate it,” admitted Hermione as she unconsciously thrust her breasts up. Harry took this opportunity to examine them even more. Doing her breast – I mean best to ignore the cooing noises that Harry was making while looking at her, Hermione forged on. “But I believe we need to discuss something.”
“Discuss away,” replied Harry who had now taken on the appearance of a deer caught in headlights; Hermione’s headlights that is.
“Harry why did…” began Hermione but then paused and attempted to start again. “Earlier today, Bellatrix…” she huffed and began to lecture her boyfriend who was only half-listing because he had most of his attention on her wonderful boobs. “Harry, I really do like the fact that you find me attractive, but I can’t talk to you when you aren’t looking at me!”
“I am looking at you,” said Harry, which he technically was.
Hermione cursed under her breath and walked over to Harry’s trunk. Harry was a tad disappointed when Hermione turned her back on him thereby removing ‘Carmella’ and ‘Natasha’ from his sight. His disappointment was soon replaced by joy when the brunette witch bent over at the hips as she began rooting around looking for something in his trunk. This action gave Harry a very clear view of Hermione’s wonderful bum, which he enjoyed looking at as much as he enjoyed viewing her boobs. Harry rationalized that her bum was very similar to her boobs: both were made up of two wondrous mounds, both were often hidden cruelly from his eyes by thin pieces of fabric, both had cleavage in one way or another, and he thoroughly enjoyed fondling both sets.
Harry was pulled out of his musing about the similarities of Hermione’s boobs and arse when the witch stood up after finding whatever she had been searching for. The item turned out to be a ratty old pullover that Harry wore whenever he would practice Quidditch. He grunted a sound of objection as Hermione pulled the worn and tattered shirt on; obscuring his view of ‘Carmella’ and /’Natasha’/. The shirt used to be Dudley’s when the fat arse was in primary, and even though Harry had grown considerably, it was still very large on him. But on Hermione, it was a nightgown. It did a very effective job of covering all of Hermione’s nakedness… and her bum… and her knees. It almost covered her ankles for pity’s sake! ‘/Damn that pullover, damn it all to hell!/’ Harry grumbled in his mind.
“We need to talk about something very important and I don’t need you distracted,” announced Hermione as she tied up her hair in a loose bun.
“If you didn’t want me distracted, why did you get all naked?” argued Harry.
“You don’t expect me to sleep with you with all my clothes on do you?” countered Hermione.
“Well, no but…” Harry began to debate when his brain caught up. She had said “sleep with you.” The bespectacled wizard became very, one might even say incredibly, light-headed. “S-s-s-sleep with me?” he squeaked.
“Yes, you’ve had a very traumatic day,” she explained. “I’m not letting you spend the night alone after that bloody ride and that beating you received.”
Harry glanced apprehensively between ‘Harry, Jr.’ and Hermione a grand total of six times before saying “But… but… but Pomfrey said I couldn’t fool around for a few hours….”
“Harry, I said sleep with you; as in your bed!” scolded Hermione which just made Harry more confused. They obviously weren’t talking about the same thing. “Just because I said I wanted to sleep with you doesn’t mean I want to have sex tonight!”
“Yes it does!” exclaimed Harry. “It’s against the law to tell a bloke that you’ll sleep with him but it doesn’t include sex!”
“What law Harry?” Hermione asked incredulously.
“My law!”
“Budge over,” Hermione requested of a pouting Harry. The wizard complied and crossed his arms over his chest. Hermione sat on the bed and spoke softly. “One of the side effects of the ‘Bruise-be-Gone’ potion is temporary impotence.” Harry let out a panicked groan as Hermione continued to explain. “Temporary impotence Harry; a few hours at the most. I read the side effects on the bottle before I gave it to you.”
“Oh,” Harry said as relief washed over him.
“And as to sex,” Hermione continued and a smile reappeared on her face, “I do want you to be my first. But I want it to be special.”
Harry’s relief was quickly replaced by guilt. The entire time he had been thinking of only himself, not what Hermione had wanted or deserved. Hermione obviously noticed his discomfort because she leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips.
“I’m sorry, Hermione,” Harry apologized. “I wasn’t thinking…”
“It’s alright, Harry,” cooed Hermione. “After the day you had, I expect that you feel pretty rotten.”
“I’m okay,” replied Harry.
“And that’s what I wanted to discuss with you about,” stated Hermione. “Today, Bellatrix said that she was told your powers weren’t working right. How did she know that?”
“Kreacher must have told her.”
“What? Are you certain?” Hermione asked.
“Pretty much. Bellatrix said something about a House-Elf and granting his wish of chopping his head off.”
“That does seem to indicate Kreacher,” Hermione allowed. “But how, I mean when could he have told her? Didn’t you order him to stay at Hogwarts?”
“Remember last night, after Gryffindor caught us-” Harry began.
“Yes!” Hermione interrupted. It was obvious from the way she had said “Yes” that she didn’t want to discuss the “I’m sorry I got cum in your eye while a perverted ghost watched us” incident.
“Well, I was in the Common Room all naked and I, well I kind of called for Dobby and Kreacher,” Harry continued.
“How did you accidentally call for a house elf?”
“I think I asked for some help out loud,” explained Harry. “Anyway, those two showed up…”
“While you were naked?”
“Yes,” replied Harry irritably before continuing. “I asked them if they could conjure some pajamas…”
“Because you were naked?” interrupted Hermione.
“Yes!” he shouted. Hermione got an embarrassed look on her face and became silent. After a moment, Harry continued. “After Dobby made me pajamas…”
“Because you were nude,” Hermione interrupted once more. “Did they say anything? I mean House-Elves help some of the older pure-blood families dress, did Dobby or Kreacher make any comparisons? Length or girth perhaps?”
In response, Harry glared at his girlfriend. He was hoping that his glare would be enough to end Hermione’s line of questions.
“Oh, they did!” squealed Hermione. It was obvious that Harry’s glare only encouraged his girlfriend. “How do you rank!”
“Hermione, please! Do you want me to explain or not?” Harry chastised.
“Fine, go ahead,” Hermione pouted.
“I told them I couldn’t do magic because mine had gone all wonky,” explained Harry. “After that I told them they could leave-”
“Oh!” exclaimed Hermione. “And Kreacher must’ve interpreted your order to mean that he could leave the castle-”
“-and tell Voldemort’s boot-lickers that I can’t use magic,” Harry added.
“Which, as we know, isn’t the case,” Hermione completed. “Now what’ll we do with the traitorous elf?”
“I thought you were for House Elf rights?”
“I am,” replied Hermione. “But we can’t have that evil little bugger running around. He’s too dangerous.”
“Agreed.”
“So, two house-elves saw you naked,” chuckled Hermione, bringing up the embarrassing moment again.
“Would you let it drop?” implored Harry. “It could’ve happened to anyone.”
“But it didn’t happen to anyone,” countered Hermione. “It happened to you. Personally, I’d never be able to live it down if a house elf saw me starkers,” Hermione concluded her ribbing with a peck on Harry’s cheek. “Now, if I can talk about something more serious?”
“Please do,” responded Harry.
“… and not House Elves seeing a particular wizard’s bits…”
“Hermione!”
“… all dangly…”
“Hermione!”
“… and wrinkly…”
“I AM NOT WRINKLY!”
“I would like to talk about the attack today,” stated Hermione, her tone becoming serious.
“Oh, yeah, that,” Harry stammered.
“You were fantastic,” complimented Hermione.
“Thanks,” Harry said awkwardly. “You were pretty good too.”
“No, I wasn’t. That’s what I want to talk to you about,” added Hermione. “I had difficulty fighting one Death Eater at a time. And when I did subdue one, one of his compatriots would revive or free him, sending him back into the fight. You, on the other hand, took out dozens with one blow! And they were out for the count!”
“But that isn’t a fair comparison,” Harry stated. “I’ve had a power boosting ritual, whereas you haven’t.”
“That’s why I’d like to perform a power boosting ritual for myself. That way, if we run into any other Death Eaters in our search for the Horcruxes, I can be of help to you,” Hermione continued. “I found a permanent boosting ritual in the book.”
“Really?” This piqued Harry’s interest. Actually, anything found in the book piqued his interest. He wondered what type of activity the ritual needed. For his ritual, he performed oral sex on Hermione. Did the ritual require a sex act? ‘Duh!’ he mentally chastised himself. ‘Of course it requires a sex act! It’s a book on sex magic.’
“Yes, it requires a sex act,” Hermione said as if she could read his mind. “A very substantial sex act,” she added apprehensively.
“What do you mean by ‘substantial’?” Harry asked with concern. Hermione was obviously nervous about the ritual and he didn’t want to pressure her into doing anything that she wasn’t ready to do.
“Remember what we were talking about before?”
“Um,” Harry began to recall the various subjects they had talked about previously. The only thing that came to mind was the recent ribbing he received about having Dobby and Kreacher see him naked. That and his internal musings about her bum and boobs.
“Sex, Harry,” Hermione explained.
“Oh!”
“Yes. I would have to take a special potion, say an incantation, and then our magics, combined with the blood from my hymen, creates a permanent boost for me.”
“Oh,” repeated Harry.
With a loud crack, Dobby reappeared carrying two platters of food. Hermione conjured a small table for Dobby to place the food on and bid the house-elf good-night.
“Getting back to the ritual,” Hermione began as she ate some fruit. “I really do want you to be my first. And I do want to do it soon – not just for the power boost, but because I love you.”
Harry had some difficulty eating his fruit; it wasn’t every day where he would talk casually about losing his virginity with the woman he loved. Every time he attempted to pick up a piece of fruit, he discovered his hands were trembling so much that he couldn’t hold it properly and just dropped it. Upon noticing his predicament, Hermione held a slice of pumpkin to his lips.
“One of the reasons that I am hesitant is Ron,” Hermione said as Harry ate the pumpkin.
“What about him?” asked Harry.
“I feel guilty about him being alone,” explained Hermione as she held a piece of cantaloupe for Harry to eat as she finished her own slice. “We were a couple and I left him for you.”
“Oh yeah,” agreed Harry.
“I think I’ll feel less guilty if we get him a girlfriend,” concluded Hermione. “But it will NOT be Lav-Lav or anyone like her.”
“So Parvati is a no-no, seeing how she and Lavender share the same half of a half-brain.”
“That would make a quarter, love,” corrected Hermione. Before Harry could take offence, she added, “And Ron’s quick temper would cause a great deal of strife between him and most of the remaining witches from Gryffindor.”
“Besides Ginny… but that’s just sick and wrong.”
“Yeah, that’d be worse than you and Ginny, Mr. Freud.”
“Will I ever live that down?”
“No, not really,” said Hermione after a moment of consideration.
“Fine. So nobody from Gryffindor and definitely no one from Slytherin,” Harry stated. “Ron hates everybody and everything to do with that house.”
“So that leaves Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.”
“Wait, why not a Muggle girl?” offered Harry.
“Please! Could you imagine if Ron and the poor Muggle girl actually became a couple?” asked Hermione. “She would bring him home to meet her folks and he would make an arse out of himself because of the scene he would make when he saw all the pictures that didn’t move or a toaster that is actually plugged into the wall. And imagine what will happen when Ron sees a telly for the first time?”
“He would probably hit it with a Blasting Hex out of sheer panic.”
“Yes, he would,” Hermione continued. “Ron cannot function in the Muggle world for one moment. And to ask a Muggle to live strictly in the magical world would be equally as cruel.”
“So, that leaves us someone from either Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, then.”
“As I said. Let’s see… Hufflepuff House is known to have loyal, hardworking, and patient people…”
“Which is good seeing that to be with Ron, the witch would have to be loyal, hardworking, and patient because of his quick and foul temper and his stubbornness,” Harry completed.
“And Ravenclaw has intelligent and insightful people in that house…” Hermione began.
“Another good thing because the witch would often have to look past the unintentionally mean and crude things Ron can sometimes blurt out.”
“This’ll be harder than I first expected,” mused Hermione. Harry nodded his head in agreement. The couple finished their meal in silence.
After Hermione banished the platters away, she crawled into bed with Harry. He kissed her gently and they said their good-nights. Hermione muttered “Nox” and the dorm room became pitch black. Harry held Hermione close to him in the darkness. His crotch was pressed firmly up against her bum; a position that would normally have ‘Harry, Jr.’ jumping for joy. But because of that damned potion, ‘Harry, Jr.’ was off in slumber land and couldn’t enjoy another romp with Hermione. Then fear hit Harry, what if it wasn’t temporary? What if the Skele-Grow had altered the Bruise-be-Gone potion’s side effect in some unforeseeable way? Yes, he knew that ‘Harry, Jr.’ didn’t have any bones in him, but when most men are dealing with impotency (temporary or not) they tend to panic.
Forcing himself not to think about his flaccid state, Harry turned his thoughts to Ron and the challenge of finding him a girl. ‘Who could the ideal witch for Ron be? I got lucky with Hermione, she understands me so well. But Ron can be such a difficult bloke at times.’
They needed a witch who was patient and insightful; one that could put up with Ron’s temper and his crass behavior. He suddenly recalled a conversation he had with a certain blonde witch at the end of his fifth year. The witch had dealt with her housemates’ cruel actions throughout the entire year and she simply told Harry that they didn’t mean it. She understood that they were kind people who sometimes did bad things.
Could she be the one? She was blonde and as recently as the wedding reception, Ron had stated that he fancied that particular hair color after all.
“Hermione, I think I know who the witch is,” Harry said in the darkness.
“Really, who?”
“Luna.”
“WHAT?” Hermione screeched. “Luna! You can’t be serious?”
“Yes, she’s perfect! She very patient and insightful,” explained Harry.
After a moment of silence where Harry could actually feel her thinking about the situation, Hermione allowed, “And she does fancy him. Remember that silly ‘Weasley is our King’ song she kept humming?”
“Or the fact that she apparently refuses to call him ‘Ron’?”
“Yes, it’s always ‘Ronald.’ And remember how she would laugh at all of his so-called jokes?”
“See, she’s perfect,” Harry said triumphantly.
“Well, I wouldn’t say ‘perfect’; she is a bit out there.”
“And Ron isn’t?”
“Point taken. Let’s plan on heading over to Luna’s and see if we can set up a date for the two of them.”
“Ron may need some convincing though.”
“Don’t worry, I have a plan…” she finished menacingly.
With that, the two lovers drifted off to sleep.
*
Harry was once again having a very peculiar dream. In it, he was on some distant planet that was completely covered in sand. Harry was some sort of religious icon to the people that lived on this planet. And on this desert planet, giant worms existed, each of which was hundreds of feet long. For some reason, the people depended upon them. But something terrible had happened to the worms. For some reason, none of the giant worms were moving. It was as if they were in a coma.
The people turned to Harry to bring these creatures back to life, because apparently that’s what religious icons did. He tried several things to revive the worms. First he talked to a giant clam that was nearby. But the clam couldn’t offer anything; it kept gibbering on about commitment and respect. He tried again by casting a Rennervate Charm to no avail. He then got the oddest notion to pet the monster.
Tentatively, he patted the worm’s side and much to his surprise, the creature moved slightly. He called to a group of women to give him a hand petting the worm. Oddly enough, all the women looked vaguely like Hermione. With the help of the women, Harry was able to pet the worm back to life. The giant creature rose victoriously into the air and the people cheered, “THE SLEEPER HAS AWAKENED!”
*
Harry slowly awoke from his odd dream. It was still pitch black in the room and he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face (that he didn’t have his glasses on didn’t help the situation, either). But what he could tell was that Hermione’s bum was still firmly pressed against his crotch and more, it appeared that ‘Harry, Jr.’ woke up before Harry himself did. Thankfully, the temporary side effect of impotency had worn off. And it seemed to have worn off with a vengeance. It was so hard that it hurt!
Harry’s fifth appendage was roughly poking Hermione’s left cheek. The witch purred and she ground her bum into his erection. Even though he was still half-asleep, Harry was not one to turn down an early morning frolic.
He nuzzled the nape of her neck while his hand trailed down her taut and naked tummy. He knew it was naughty, and a bit fast, but he wanted to show Hermione that his finger had completely healed. With his now- repaired finger, Harry pressed the witch’s love button through her knickers. In apparent appreciation, the witch rubbed her bum up against his aroused state even more.
Harry nibbled on her ear and he took in her distinctive flowery smell. Harry paused both in his nibbling and his rubbing of the witch’s ear and knickers (both of which were very damp at the time). Even with his sleep addled brain, Harry began to realize something was amiss. Hermione didn’t have a flowery scent; her scent reminded him of parchment and old books. Before he could ponder this revelation further, the witch ground her hips into the still erect form of ‘Harry, Jr.’
“C’mon Harry, don’t stop now,” the witch purred. Harry immediately recognized that the voice he was hearing didn’t belong to Hermione. But due to his not-quite-awake state, it took Harry a half second to place it.
“GINNY!” he screamed and jumped out of the bed as if it was engulfed in flames. He frantically ran to the door but found it locked. The fact that the door was locked didn’t stop Harry from trying to claw his way through the barricade like a wild animal. “W-w-w-where did you come from?”
“Mum got a call from Professor McGonagall about Ron being injured. Knowing that you’d be here, I… volunteered to check up on Ron for Mum,” Ginny replied.
“S-s-stay back!” Harry cried in fear as he continued to try to claw through the door.
“What’s your problem, Harry?” whined Ginny. Harry could hear her mutter a charm and all the torches in the room lit up, illuminating the room. “I could tell you wanted me; you were as hard as a rock.”
In truth he had been very erect; but that was when he thought his bedmate was Hermione. The moment he discovered that he was rubbing (in more ways than one) Ginny, the girl who looked like his mum, ‘Harry, Jr.’ deflated like a popped balloon. He turned to face his molester and tell her just that when he saw that she was sitting up in his bed and was very flushed. And very topless!
The half-naked Ginny rose from the bed, and with a sultry saunter to her walk, made her way to Harry, who at the time was trying his damnedest to push his body through the solid wooden door to get as far away from Ginny as possible.
“You know you want me,” she said huskily as she reached forward and cupped his crotch. Judging by the look on her face, Ginny was very surprised that Harry was no longer aroused. “Hey, what happened here?”
“What did you do with Hermione?” Harry choked out.
“Oh, I saw her leave to go use the loo,” she said nonchalantly, while twirling her wand in her hand. “So I decided to make my move. But I couldn’t have her pop in and spoil our fun now could I?”
“What did you do?” repeated Harry.
“I just tied her up,” she muttered as she eyed his trousers lustfully. “These won’t do.” With a flick of her wand, Harry’s trousers disappeared, leaving him completely nude.
Before he could cover himself, Ginny dove at his naked groin and began to devour his flaccid state with her lips and tongue.
“For the love of all that’s holy, what are you doing?” Harry shouted as he tried to push her away.
“C’mon Harry,” she pleaded in-between sucking, “you’re just being shy.”
Both Harry and Ginny were thrown to the floor when the door that Harry was leaning against blew up.
A very angry looking Hermione stood in the ruined doorway. She pointed her wand menacingly at Ginny. “Get – off – of – my – boyfriend!” she commanded.
“/Expelliarmus/!” Ginny shouted from beneath Harry forcing Hermione’s wand to go flying from her grasp. “I should’ve disarmed you when I tied you up,” Ginny stated as she pulled herself away from Harry. “Maybe I should tie you up again and make you watch as I turn my boyfriend into a man!”
But before Ginny could conjure robes to bind Hermione, the brunette witch slapped the wand out of her hand, sending it clattering under the bed. A very stunned Ginny turned back to Hermione and was about to verbally assault Harry’s girlfriend when Hermione slapped the younger witch across the face, hard.
“Ow!” cried out Ginny. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going to beat some sense into you, bitch!” declared Hermione and she slapped Ginny again. “He doesn’t want you, you crazy stalker!”
Ginny slapped Hermione back and shouted “Yes he does! We were meant to be together!”
“Why? Because your mummy read you bedtime stories about the Boy Who Lived?” Hermione retorted as she tugged on a tuff of Ginny’s red hair.
“OW! Unlike you, I’ve been in love with him since I was a little girl!” screamed Ginny as she frantically tore off the pullover that Hermione had been using as a night gown.
Harry watch in both disgust and arousal as the two witches slapped and tugged at each other. The disgust came from the fact that the girl who looked like his mum was wearing nothing but her knickers while fighting his girlfriend. The arousal came from the fact that his girlfriend was wearing nothing but her knickers while fighting the girl who looked like his mum.
“You didn’t fall in love with Harry. You fell in love with the Boy Who Lived!” Hermione shouted before grabbing at and ripping off Ginny’s knickers. She threw the ruined garment in Ginny’s face, declaring, “That’s not who he is!”
“He saved me from the Basilisk! That proves he loves me!” defended Ginny as she roughly pinched Hermione’s tit as if to prove her point.
As Hermione rubbed her assaulted nipple, Harry suddenly recalled the events from the previous day. Specifically, after he had hit Hermione with his super-charged Cheering Charm, how Hermione seemed to enjoy all the spankings she both gave and received. Harry was reminded because he saw that ‘Carmella’ and ‘Natasha’ were fairly erect, even before the one had been pinched. Harry wondered if Hermione was actually enjoying the slaps she was receiving from Ginny (He figured she was enjoying slapping Ginny, regardless of any sexual reasons – the damned stalker deserved it). For just one second, Harry considered intervening in the fight just to ask Hermione if she was becoming aroused. Purely for reference. But he realized that it would be a bad idea to get involved in the catfight, if only due to the high potential of getting hit; Harry had received enough painful beatings from women to last a long while, thanks to Bellatrix.
“Sweetie, let me point something out to you,” Hermione began after she recovered from the pinch. “Harry stopped Voldemort from getting the Philosopher’s Stone thereby saving everyone.” Hermione punctuated her statement by slapping Ginny directly on her boob. “And technically, he saved everyone in the castle from the Basilisk.” Hermione viciously slapped the witch’s other tit. “So by your flawed reasoning, he should be in love with everyone in the school!” Hermione ended this part of her discussion by painfully striking Ginny dead center on her vulva.
Harry cringed as Ginny slumped to the floor painfully.
“You bitch!” screamed Ginny and dove at Hermione. She savagely tore Hermione’s knickers to shreds and was about to return the painful slap she had received when she suddenly paused looking at Hermione’s now naked groin.
“You’re shaved?” Ginny questioned.
“My hair isn’t the only thing kinky about me!” Hermione answered before slapping Ginny once more.
Hermione’s statement about being kinky would seem to suggest that she indeed did enjoy the slap fight. That and the fact that Harry could see both ‘/Carmella/’ and ‘/Natasha/’ were extremely erect and rigid. And that her flower seemed to be a touch puffy and dewy.
Ginny was awaken from her stupor upon seeing Hermione’s ‘hygienic state’ and let out a blood-curdling cry as she tackled Hermione to the floor.
It was at this point that Ron had the misfortune to enter the room. Apparently, Pomfrey had decided that he was healed enough to spend the rest of the night in his own bed. Harry saw the look in his friend’s eyes and could tell what he was thinking, simply because he would be thinking the same things if he were in Ron’s shoes. You see for a bloke, it’s more than a little uncomfortable if you see your male friend lying on the floor naked such as Harry was. Harry could tell that Ron was doing his best to block that particular vision from his eyes and memory. But it is considered quite entertaining if that same bloke sees his female friend naked early in the morning. And if that female friend – if you don’t remember; the nude one – happens to be rolling around on the ground while wrestling another equally naked, yet unknown, female at the time, well that’s just damn entertaining for the bloke. It was obvious to Harry that Ron’s first thought was to pull up a chair and enjoy the show. But then, Harry saw the horror dawn in his friend’s eyes. You see if the bloke who is enjoying watching his nude female friend wrestling with an equally nude, yet unknown, female finds out that the unknown nude female is actually his baby sister… well that’s generally considered a bad thing, especially if the bloke had been enjoying it. Harry could tell exactly when Ron figured out the identity of the second naked girl; Ron turned a most interesting shade of green.
Hermione shot up and spat a tuff of Ginny’s red hair out of her mouth (where that tuff had come from, Harry didn’t want to know). Hermione stood over Ginny and shouted, “Harry is in love with me and I’m in love with him and there is nothing you can do to change that!”
“We’ll see,” Ginny said defiantly.
“Oh, are you going to try to seduce him again?” Hermione mocked. “Let me tell you something, little girl; not only can he lick a mean pussy,” she paused and pointed to her bare groin to emphasize her point, “but he’s also came in my eye. And I’ve swallowed his load!”
“All at the same time?” Harry heard Ron muttered.
“Another thing,” Hermione continued, either oblivious to Ron’s presence or ignoring him. She stomped over to Harry and with an unusual show of strength, hoisted him off the floor and to his feet. “Harry and I are going to take a shower… together! And while I’m wanking him off, I’m going to take a huge amount of pleasure in the fact that I’ll be playing with something you can never have!” She concluded her statement by making a show of cupping Harry’s naked groin so that Ginny could see. “This is mine!” she growled.
Hermione gave Ginny the two fingered salute and led Harry out of the room and toward the bathroom, leaving Ron alone in the room with his naked sister.
*
It didn’t take much time for Harry to forget about his traumatic situation with Ginny. Not when a sudsy Hermione was nibbling on his ear while she was giving ‘Harry, Jr.’ a thorough cleaning. Mind you, Harry was a gentleman and couldn’t let Hermione have all the fun, so he finally was able to demonstrate to Hermione just how well his finger had healed.
At first, it was a bit awkward, but the two lovers eventually positioned themselves; Hermione had her back pressed up against Harry’s chest and was wanking him off by reaching behind her. Harry had reached around Hermione’s body with both of his hands; one was massaging ‘/Natasha/’ while the other was caressing the folds of her flower.
After a few minutes, with a muttered grunt, Harry came on her hip. Hermione giggled as she watched his seed mix with the water and soap suds as it trickled down her leg.
“It’s like a race,” she said with mirth as Harry tried to catch his breath. “Who do you think reach my foot and will win?”
“My cum,” panted Harry.
“No, I think the big soap bubble will beat the rest,” stated Hermione.
“That’s not a soap bubble,” concluded Harry with a slight grin.
Now that he had been satisfied, Harry was able to focus all of his attention on his lover. He used both of his hands to stimulate Hermione; his now healed finger continued tracing her folds while the fingers on his other hand busied themselves by playing with her bud. Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck for support because her knees became weak. Shortly thereafter, Hermione shouted out Harry’s name as she orgasmed.
After both lovers had climaxed, Hermione leaned her back against Harry’s chest under the shower’s spray. “This is wonderful Harry,” she purred. “I can’t see how this could get better.”
Harry voiced his agreement by nuzzling the nape of neck her and massaging her boobs.
“Do you think she’ll try something like this again?” she asked.
“Let her; she can never take me away from you,” he whispered into her ear. “You are my everything.”
As they leaned against the wet wall, Hermione busied herself by running her fingers through Harry’s hair. “I’m sorry, but I can’t help but wonder if Dobby or Kreacher had compared you to anyone,” Hermione said in an amused fashion. Harry groaned as Hermione continued her earlier ribbing of his embarrassment. “I don’t know what I’d do if a House Elf saw me naked…”
“Well there’s one way to find out,” offered Harry. Before Hermione could ask what he had meant, Harry held her arms behind her back playfully and called out “Oh, Dobby!”
With a loud crack, Dobby appeared in front of the two wet and naked teens.
“You called for Dobby Harry Potter… err… sir” the elf squeaked and his eyes almost bulged out of his head as he saw Hermione’s naked body. Hermione froze for a split second while Dobby looked at her bare flesh. Then she began to struggle to get out of Harry’s grasp. This led to a very fascinating show for Dobby, Harry assumed. Her boobs must have been swaying back and forth because Dobby’s eyes started to swing from left to right as if he was watching a tennis match.
“Harry, let me go!” Hermione commanded though Harry could tell there was no malice in her voice. It almost sounded like she was trying not to laugh. “Let me go or I’ll swear-!”
Hermione’s playful threat was cut short when Dobby disappeared with another crack. “You’re a dead man Potter!” she scolded him. “You’re going to have to work pretty hard to make this up to me.”
“Really what would you suggest?” asked Harry.
“Well, you could use your magical tongue and tap into your love core again,” she offered and wiggled her bum against ‘Harry, Jr.’
“I was actually thinking about doing that anyway,” admitted Harry. He guided Hermione to lie on the floor and lowered himself so that he was in-between her legs. His mouth was near her flower when he heard a series of cracks.
When Harry looked up, all he could see were hundreds of eyes looking at him and Hermione. Each set of eyes were bulbous and brightly colored; they obviously belonged to House-Elves. In fact Harry could argue that a wall of House-Elves had been erected in front of him. House-Elves filled every space in the bathroom. They were even actually standing on top of each other so that they could get a better look. Harry believed that it was quite possible that every single House-Elf in Hogwarts was currently jammed in the bathroom at that particular moment.
“Oh bugger,” groaned Harry as he heard a number of squeaky voices plead “Let me see!”
To Be Continued

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