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Gray Rock Academy pt.4

-Thanks for all the good ratings and comments, the comments really make me want to continue with the series-
“I just don’t understand what happened?” Jax spoke to Tyler as they rode in the front of the bus on their way back to gray rock. They continued the discussion as the boys complained about not getting to see the girls and such. The whole bus ride back was noisy. As the bus pulled into the parking lot and the cadets made their way back to the dorms Jax and Tyler made their way to the armory to check in their weapons. Jax spoke as they walked “I know you don’t agree with all the behind the scenes stuff” he motioned with his fingers as if quoting. “But I also have seen how you look and act around that cadet…what’s his name…max”. Tyler would shake his head “it’s not even like that Jax… he is just a good kid, you know I’m not like the rest of you animals” he would grin bumping into Jax. “Besides he kind of reminds me of myself when I was that age, you remember don’t you?” once again grinning. Jax would grin back “reminds you of a little you huh? Then maybe I should pay him a visit…” Tyler bit his lower lip but not say anything as they checked in the weapons.
James was just entering the dorm a few mins after Sam who was already fast asleep. Casey watched as he entered. Casey sighed as max pulled the remainder of the poker chips to his already massive, neatly stacked chips. Casey looked at him “you shouldn’t gamble…” max would smile back “you should learn a better poker face”. Casey announced lights out as Chris entered from his night off and Casey went back to the juniors. Jax entered the senior’s dorm to do the nightly check in as Tyler did the same for the juniors. Jax walked up and down a few of the isles inspecting, he stopped at max’s bed as he spoke to the cadets. “Alright everyone, have a good night’s sleep” he hand was resting on max’s shoulder as max just looked at him funny, the hand sliding down max’s shoulders and stopped, resting on his lower back. “Busy day tomorrow” he turned a smiled at max before leaving the dorm.
The exercises for the morning were almost over and the juniors were getting ready to move into the academics portions of their day and the senior moved into the work yard. Tyler stepped out in front of the cadets. “Alright cadets, no work or exercise this afternoon” Tyler would say as all the cadet looked confused, happy but confused. He would turn to Casey and Chris “pick teams, soccer is the game of choice, winners get to accompany myself to a movie… an entire night out of the academy” he would nod and wish them luck and he took off his shirt. Tyler’s body was probably one of the fittest in the school, his skin a darker tan, his abs stretched down into a tight “V” shape just above those blue flannel boxers. He slides the black and white referee shirt over his tightly built chest.
Jax was pacing in the halls “where the fuck is he?” He would hear small steps behind him “you wanted to see me sir?” Jax would turn to see young Scott from the juniors behind him. The blue eyes, so light as if they were from the oceans of Hawaii. His spiked up blonde hair was stiff with gel. That boy smile with the pearly white was the definition of innocence. Jax just stared at him. “Um sir?” Scott would break the silence and pause. Jax would look at him with a grin “I was told you skipped showing before class today?” Scott looked nervous now “s-s-sir I um didn’t have…the time…it was short”. Scott looked down “how long will I be spending in the work yard?” Jax grabbed his shoulder “your not in trouble Scott, but I want you to report to the showers now, a gentleman needs to learn the responsibility of keeping oneself clean.
Scott walked into the shower, a small, white, puffy towel around his thin waist. Scott’s body was slim and smooth. As he entered he realized Jax was sitting on one of the benches. Scott stood there for a moment before Jax spoke “well?” Scott would put his head down but tilt his eyes up toward Jax in a seductive manner, a non-intimidating look, and Jax would smirk back. Scott would slowly undo his towel and allow it to slide from his body, he stepped into the shower. Those blonde spikes becoming dark as it matted down to his face, slightly covering over them baby blue eyes, those blue eyes that never left Jax. “Good boy Scott… your very well trained” Jax would move up on the bench undoing his cargo and sliding them down to his thighs revealing just his cock and waist. Scott would finish sliding his hand from under his little ball sac, the white lotion laid on his butt and entire groin in thick layer as he moved to Jax. “Well I had a very good teacher sir” he climbed into Jax lap almost instantly lining his ass up with that thick hard cock, bringing himself down upon it. His faced grimaced slightly as he tried to fit it in. he was about half way in as he put his arms around Jax neck and placed his little lips against jax’s older rougher lips an pressed that tiny tongue into Jax mouth kissing him as he slowly and softly bounced up and down working more and more of that older boys cock into his ass.
There he was nude. Scott’s little, smooth, and tender body bouncing up and down on the clothed, except his lap, body of Jax. He would slide totally down onto jax’s oversized rod and then begin squirm in a small circle motions. Jax would whisper “ride it slut”. Scott would begin bouncing again, bouncing like a wild boy as his own little dick rubbed on jax’s tight black tee shirt. Jax was holding his hips down onto his lap as he released load after load up into Scott, who moaned as he felt his ass fill up. Jax breathed out heavy as he continued to speak to him “I need you to do me a little favor …”
Casey’s team was losing badly, the score was 5 goals to one and there was only a few mins left. Chris and max now moved the ball down the field passing to each other making great moves as they worked it down field. Chris passed it to max who shot and made the goal as the same time receiving a late slide tackle. Max would drop holding his knee. Tyler dismissed all to leave and shower with Casey and Chris leading them away as he attending to max helping him to a bench and kneeling in front of him.
Max sat on the bench gripping his knee and wincing in pain. Tyler would tell him to sit still and lean back. Max sat back , he wore only his black mesh shorts as he covered his face and leaned his head back and Tyler wrapped his hand onto max’s leg and slide his shorts up a bit higher on his thigh and then put his hands on the knee. Max’s hands instantly covered Tyler’s as he moaned slightly in pain. With his hands resting n max’s leg and covered by max’s hands Tyler looked up at max. Their eyes stayed locked for a min. Tyler would break the awkwardness “umm I don’t think ya pulled anything, probably just twisted it”. Max would nod and look down at Tyler’s hands in his as they both rested on his leg. Max would slowly pull his hands along with max’s farther up on his legs. About mid thigh Tyler would pull away “did you want t go get some ice?” Max and Tyler made their way to the infirmary, Tyler helping him walk along hand over his shoulder, occasionally looking over at each other.
“So you understand cadet?” Jax would ask and Scott would nod and watch Jax button up his pants. Jax would grin “come here Scott “he would make Scott stand up o the bench bringing Scotts belly at the same level as jax’s face. Jax began kissing on that smooth, young, flat tummy as he once again removed Scotts towel. That soft little dick hung downward as Jax slowly placed it into his mouth and began sucking on it. Scotts hands moved to run through jax’s hair. That little dick getting stiffer as the vocal scot moaned out, jax’s hands moving to that little bubble butt, his middle fingers both teasing as that still warm and gooey ass. Jax continued for a min or two as he felt Scotts body tighten up. He moved one hand to cups Scotts little balls with a few budding pubic hairs. His other hands moved to begin jacking off that throbbing little member, keeping the head resting on his tongue inside his opened mouth. Milking that little piece of meat, begging for the sweet nectar that only the youngest and cutest of boys could offer. It may have been only a few drops, but it was juice from the gods as Scotts hip bucked naturally offering a tiny spray onto jax’s tongue. Jax swallowed it down cleaning it up some as he heard the dorm doors open.
Jax stood up “maybe I’ll have some of the other boys come in and use you?” Scott looked up slightly worried. Jax grinned before leaving and a few of the other cadets enter looking at the naked and sticky wet body of Scott and almost all said in unison “ fun times at Gray Rock Academy!”

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Fantasm

The Coven Part 1 – Reed

So, this is my first story. It’s basically a lot of short chapters that make up one larger story. It is about a group of vampires that live in a Coven together and their lives and the things that happen to them. I hope you enjoy reading it, i enjoyed writing it. But i just want you to know that the sex doesn’t come into it until about half way. You have to remember that it is also a story, not just sex. And for some INSANE reason, during copying and pasting, all the quotation marks turned into question marks. Let me see if i can do something about it.

Fantasy

The Rapist’s Prize!.

: An attractive 30s something woman named Louise has been lured to a secluded empty office building with a lucrative offer of her assistance in her area of expertise. Earlier she had attended a 15 yr class reunion of an all girls college, one she had attended long ago, and as a lark had worn her college girls school uniform! She was lured here for two reasons, one to be brutally and horribly raped by this perverted sexual predator, and two after being raped numerous times would then be sold into the world of sex trade slavery!

Fiction

The Fisherman & The Mermaid-Chap. 5-7

CHAPTER 5
We dressed around 5:30 and I led Marta in to her first “Mama Meal.” I’d had probably hundreds and I always gained at least two pounds by the time she let me leave the table. We began with a hot antipasto. I selected several dishes for Marta including some broiled shrimp, calamari rings, baked clams, and my favorite–crab-stuffed mushrooms. When Marta leaned over to tell me how good it was I reminded her it was only the first course.
“Uh…how many will there be?” Everyone laughed. “Four.” “Five.” Someone even suggested seven. Oh God, seven courses? I’d burst!
After the antipasto we enjoyed a delicious Italian salad or “insalata” as Mama called it.
I’m sure Marta was feeling a bit full when Mama brought out the pasta—spaghetti with homemade meatballs and hot and sweet sausage along with garlic bread. Marta balked a bit at the garlic until I reminded her I was having plenty. “You’ll need it for self defense,” I told her and we all laughed again, Marta included.
Following a huge bowl of pasta and meat, the only kind served in Mama’s house, she brought out not her usual roast beef, but my favorite—pot roast. “We having this for you, Peter. I know this you’re favorite.” Mama always speaks like this even though I know she was born in this country and graduated high school in the top half of her class, attending community college for a year before marrying an up-and-coming Anthony Pellegrini.
Foolishly, I had several helpings of pot roast with mashed potatoes. I could see Marta slowing. “Save some room for dessert. It’ll be worth the wait.” Marianne, Celia, Andrea, and Marta volunteered to clear the table while we men folk recovered. I could not imagine going through this every single week as Papa and Jimmy did. Marianne, Celia, and Andrea returned to the table, leaving Marta alone with Mama in the kitchen. I knew this was no accident. It probably meant trouble for me.
Eventually Marta returned, her arms full of a huge platter of cannoli. Some people love cannoli—I hate it. It is so sweet I can’t stand to bite into it. Mama followed Marta smiling as she carried a big Italian cheesecake. Marta walked around the table helping everyone to a cannoli but passing by me. “Mama told me none for you—have you been bad?” Again everyone laughed, much to Marta’s chagrin.
“No, Marta, Peter can’t stand cannoli—says it is too sweet. He must be sweet enough without it, eh, Peter?”
“Yes, Papa,” I agreed, “they don’t come any sweeter than me.” Again more laughter, this time including Marta. Mama patted my head as she slipped a huge slice of cheesecake in front of me. Mama placed three bottles on the table—Italian cordials. I told Marta about each. “Amaretto di Saronno is an almond based liquor. It’s sweet and tasty, too, but it has to be sipped, especially by an amateur like you. Cream Limoncello is based on lemon rinds and can be sour. The cream version is really smooth, but it’ll sneak up on you. It’s stronger than you might think once you taste it. The final bottle is Mellone, a liqueur based on a melon; this one’s cantaloupe. I would try the Limoncello. I think you’ll like it.”
“What are you having?” she asked. I shook and poured the Limoncello for both of us. We toasted and sipped. Marta grinned her approval. Later the women helped Mama again while Papa, Jimmy, and I retired to the living room. I asked Papa about calling the FBI.
“Peter, you’re a civilian—not involved in our work which is almost entirely legitimate now…but not quite. Any citizen with the information you now have would call the FBI. They’re not so bad—most of them anyway. Tell them about the life insurance policy, Cartwright’s debts—don’t worry about the Martucci’s. You won’t mention them by name, but the Fed’s will know…they’re not idiots. I expect Mr. Cartwright will not be walking anytime soon. Set up an appointment for tomorrow morning. Tell them you have armed security—they’ll be in uniform—so they’ll have to identify themselves before they’re allowed to see you and Marta. Give them a code word. I’m not worried about Cartwright—he’ll be in the hospital, but he has friends who are involved and presumably they will not want to get caught so Marta is not out of the woods yet, and neither are you. I suggest you prepare ahead of time. You know what I mean.” I nodded; I knew exactly what he meant and I’d do what needed to be done even if I had to kill each and every one of them.
I knew all about killing. My marksmanship instructors in basic training wanted me to go straight to sniper school, but the brass wanted me in OCS. I wanted no part of being an officer so I went to sniper school. I practiced so much I was able to shoot a man in the eye at 1000 yards. I’d done it any number of times, but I hadn’t told Marta. I didn’t want to scare her. If any of these guys tried for her they’d be dead.
We left around eight and before we did Papa called a friend in the city about notifying Marta’s parents; I could see how relieved she was. Marta wanted to stay, but I told her I had a lot to do. On the way home I told her how I was so jealous of Jimmy when I was a kid. His dad would come home one day with a mink coat for his mom and I remembered one time they got three color TV’s. Then I saw Mr. Pellegrini’s picture in the newspaper, saying he was some kind of gangster. I never mentioned it to anyone, certainly not to Jimmy or anyone in his family. All I knew was that he was my friend and that his family was nicer to me than my own. I was in high school when it became an open secret. By then Papa was well up the ladder—all the way to Capo, or lieutenant. Papa had helped me many times along the way, even with my college expenses without ever asking anything in return. In fact, I told her, he absolutely forbade me getting involved in any type of criminal activity. He was even upset one time in junior high when I covered for Jimmy, pointing the police in a different direction. It was the kind of thing any friend would do for another, but Papa was furious. I never crossed the line again.
I waved to our guards, now in full APS uniforms, the APS standing for Anthony Pellegrini Security. They all carried shotguns or semi-automatic rifles. I went straight to my arms closet, removing my long rifle and scopes. I lowered the folding attic stairs and carried the rifle and scopes up before returning for two full boxes of ammunition and several clips. I set everything up on a low table by a gabled window that would open if needed. It was from here that I shot over the burglars’ heads. I’d be shooting at their heads this time and I wouldn’t be missing.
CHAPTER 6
I told Marta I’d explain everything after the phone calls. Until then she’d have to trust me. She nodded and sat quietly on the couch. Using the phone book I called the FBI. “FBI, Special Agent Ross speaking.”
“My name is Peter Manning.” I gave my address and phone number. “I have information about the alleged death of Marta Vanek. I say alleged because Marta is sitting here next to me. I rescued her from the sinking boat. I also have a photocopy of a million dollar life insurance policy Cartwright took out on her life without her knowledge or approval. Also, he deliberately gave you the wrong location of the boat; I know exactly where it is. I can share all that and more with you.
“I’d like some representatives of the Bureau to meet with me at my home tomorrow morning at ten. But you need to be careful. I have armed security agents here and they have instructions to shoot if necessary. I suggest you come in a marked police vehicle. They will stop you and demand identification before allowing you to pass. I’ve been told to give you a code word—Andrea.”
“Why would David Cartwright do all this? He has a good job from what I understand.”
“Yeah, but he owes more than $260,000 from some gambling debts at weekly interest.”
“Oh…the sharks are into him. Is that what you’re saying? Where are you getting all this information?
“I can’t say, but I can tell you my security is from APS.
“Pellegrini…how do you know him?”
“His son and I are lifelong friends—best friends. Listen, I have to go. I have to call my boss about taking the day off tomorrow. See you at ten.” I hung up.
I called my principal who was none too happy to hear that I wasn’t going to work tomorrow until I told him why. “How’d you get involved in that mess, Peter?”
“I went fishing Saturday morning and rescued her from the sinking boat. This is all about attempted murder of an innocent young woman. I’ll bring her to school after we’re done with the police.” I hung up and turned to Marta. “I know this is all confusing and frustrating. David isn’t in any position right now to hurt anything. If Papa is right he has no kneecaps. They’ve either been shot or broken with a baseball bat or golf club, probably the latter—it’s much more painful. What Papa and I are concerned about is his friends. They’re in this as deeply as he is, except that they’re still able to walk and we don’t know who they are. You know the news media—once they find out where you are I expect they’ll tell the world.
“I told you I was a specialist in the Marines, but I didn’t tell you what kind. I was a sniper. I wish I had my service rifle right now, but they cost thousands and they’re considered top secret. The one you saw me put upstairs is from World War II. It’s old, but it still works perfectly. I’ve shot it dozens of times. When they come it will be from the rear of the house. I’ll be ready for them. You can trust me. You’re safe now and you’ll be safer once they’re taken care of.”
We went to bed fairly early, skipping sex for the first night since we had met. I was almost asleep when I heard Marta crying. I reached around her naked body clutching her just below her breasts. “What’s the matter, Marta? Why are you crying?”
“Oh, Peter you probably wish you had never saved me. I’m nothing but trouble for you.”
“No, Marta I don’t feel that way at all. I’m very happy you’re here with me…no, that’s not right. I’m… thrilled you’re here with me. Don’t ask me to explain it because I can’t, but I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Marta rolled over and stroked my face. “Do you remember when I was alone in the kitchen with Mama?” I nodded. “She told me it was obvious from the way we looked at each other and touched each other that we were in love. I told her we had only known each other for two days and she laughed. ‘So what?’ she said, ‘how long do you think it takes to learn that you don’t like someone? Why should it take forever to fall in love?’”
“Mama’s a smart woman,” I replied, “and in this case she’s at least half right. I never thought I could feel about a woman the way I feel about you. I never want you to go home…never.”
“Well, Peter I’d have to say Mama was completely and totally on target. I feel the same way about you.” She lifted her face to me, wrapped her arms around me and said the words that would bind us together—“I love you.” I repeated those words and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I was up early the following morning, taking a big pot of coffee down to the guards. I was surprised to see Marco was one of them. I told them the code word—they’d never forget Jimmy’s wife’s name. I returned to Marta. She joined me in the shower. I had just grabbed the soap when she kneeled in front of me. In a second my cock was in her mouth where it grew instantly. Marta pushed me against the tiled wall as she sucked hard on my cock. He tongue was wrapped around my shaft, washing my cock with her saliva until I was rabid with desire. I pulled her up, bent her over and plunged my cock deep into her cunt as Marta moaned with rapture. I pumped her pussy hard as she gripped my knees for support. I reached between her legs finding her clit rock hard. I squeezed and pinched it harder with each thrust until we shuddered together and came in a mutual explosion. We collapsed together under the running shower. “Now that’s how we should start every day,” Marta gasped, her breath not fully regained. I couldn’t speak—I just nodded my agreement.
We struggled to stand and eventually managed to wash each other. Once we were dry we dressed and made breakfast. We ate leisurely—toast, juice, and fruit. We were still recovering from Mama’s feast last night. I took out my .30-.30, loaded it, and checked around the house. I knew Papa’s security would cover the front. I’d handle the rest if needed. As it all turned out nothing was needed. The FBI agents used the code word and had perfect ID. All the same two guards accompanied them into the house.
Our conversation lasted for more than an hour when they asked me to show them the boat. We went in convoy to the harbor where we boarded the Suffolk County Police’s 35-foot cruiser. There were two officers and two divers waiting for us. I gave the driver the latitude and longitude and off we went. Siren blaring we ignored the 12 mph limit. It took us about ten minutes to reach the wreck site. The divers went over the side and returned in another fifteen minutes, verifying everything we had told them.
The agent used his satellite phone to confirm everything to the Manhattan office. A warrant was ordered for David Cartwright; we were asked if we would participate in a press conference the following evening. I agreed immediately. When they left I called a local lumber yard and ordered twenty sheets of 7/8’s inch plywood, six tubes of Liquid Nails and a gross of two-inch nails. Then I explained to Marta what I was going to do. We had a late, but light, lunch and drove to my school. I wasn’t dressed for teaching, but that wouldn’t matter. I walked into the main office and introduced Marta to the secretaries and my principal. We chatted for a while and returned home. I was pleased to find the plywood had been delivered.
I cut the sheets into a manageable size and carried them up into the attic. I was creating a strong area—walls and floor which would protect us if—no, when—we were attacked. When I was done I had an area made of 2.5 inches of plywood, even including an extra door I could drop over the folding attic stairs once I had secured them in place. This would stop virtually any bullet. I put the scope onto the rifle, checked the flash suppressor, and loaded the clips. I would be ready in seconds. Marta and I could survive up here for days if necessary once I locked the attic door in place. I had a case of bottled water and cans of nuts and other energy foods installed.
I went to work the following day and, of course, the students asked where I had been. I told them only that there would be a press conference with the FBI that evening. I was sure it would be on the news, in fact I was praying for it. The event was held at the local Suffolk County Police Station. I mentioned saving Marta and that she was staying with me for a few days. I said nothing about having security. I was issuing my invitation—one I was more than ninety percent sure would be accepted. Papa phoned me right after as we drove home. “Are you sure you’re not one of us, Peter? You sounded as though you were praying his friends would hear you. Nicely done.” I thanked Papa, telling him I was anxious to put this behind us. I also asked his help moving Marta’s things out to my house. Papa owned a moving and storage company. Just think about how handy that could be in moving or hiding stolen goods. Papa told me he could have it done by the weekend. I stopped by Home Depot on the way, picking up some special equipment I wanted to install.
David Cartwright was in Bellevue Hospital with casts on both legs and his ankle cuffed to the bed frame. I asked the FBI Special Agent to let me know when some friends his age visited. Sure enough three young men spent the evening after the press conference with him. I was told they whispered back and forth for more than an hour. I needed to work fast.
I came home immediately after school Thursday. I installed the high intensity spotlights I had purchased, placing one directly under the window. I wired the circuit to the electrical panel and tested it—perfect. I also checked out the portable PA system I had borrowed from my school. I went inside and removed the suppressor. The flash wouldn’t be seen right over the bright light and I wanted the noise, figuring that it would scare the hell out of the amateur assassins.
CHAPTER 7
Like many alarm systems mine had a portable hand set. It could be configured either to beep or to vibrate just like a cell phone. Each night I set it to vibrate and put it under my pillow. I was sure this would be a Saturday job. All these men worked for a living so they would have limited time to plan and conduct surveillance. I didn’t think they would do either—they’d show up and kill us then walk away. Yeah, right!
Marta was spooning with me, facing the rear of the house when my pillow began to vibrate. It was 3:00 Sunday morning. My Marine training kicked in immediately. I was awake in a second. I put my hand over Marta’s mouth. “It’s happening. Get dressed quickly and quietly—no bathroom and no lights. I’ll call Jimmy and our guards as soon as we’re upstairs.” To her credit she was dressed—shorts and a top—in less than twenty seconds and up the stairs five later. I followed her and pulled the stairs up, dropping my trap door once they were locked in place. I called Jimmy, “It’s happening; I think there are four of them from the reactions of my sensors. I’ll call our guards and let them know.” I hung up with Jimmy and called Marco. “They’re here, Marco. Put two men at each side of the house, but let me handle everything until I ask for help. Make sure you have some restraints.”
I turned back to the rear yard which was almost three hundred yards deep. I used it for running and sprints as part of my exercise regimen. Using night vision goggles I could see them exit the woods at the rear of the property. They walked slowly and unsteadily toward the house. I suspected they had drunk up enough courage to do this—they were either drunk or damned close. This would be too easy. I motioned Marta to sit with her back to the wall about four feet to my right. I had padded the area for her. I opened the window and waited.
I hit the lights when they were about two hundred yards out. The lights served two purposes—to illuminate the yard and to blind the assailants. The effect was exactly as I expected. I picked up the mike for the PA system. “STOP RIGHT THERE. DROP YOUR WEAPONS ON THE GROUND. YOU’RE COVERED AND I WILL SHOOT ANYONE WHO RESISTS.”
Of course, one of them raised his rifle. I had a shot in his upper arm before the weapon reached horizontal. “THAT’S ONE. ANYBODY ELSE STUPID ENOUGH TO TRY? HERE’S A SHOT JUST TO LET YOU KNOW WHAT I CAN DO.” I aimed and shot the weapon out of one guy’s hands. The rifle boomed in the night. If I were down there I’d be scared shitless. “MAYBE I SHOULD MENTION THAT I WAS A MARINE SNIPER IN AFGHANISTAN AND IRAQ. I CAN TAKE OUT YOUR TOES ONE AT A TIME IF I WANT TO. NOW DROP YOUR WEAPONS.” In spite of everything I had done not to kill anybody the first guy pulled a pistol with his off hand. When he raised it toward me I had no other choice—I put one in his head. Two men reacted as I hoped and dropped their weapons before raising their hands; the other was slow, either from drink of just plain stupidity. I put a shot through his right bicep.
“MARCO, PLEASE GET OUT THERE AND CUFF THESE IDIOTS. I HAVE YOU COVERED.” Marco and his men ran from their places, dropped the two men to their knees and secured their wrists together with what appeared to be long wire ties, but are actually strong plastic handcuffs. I phoned the police, requesting an ambulance for the wounded man and a coroner for the one I was forced to kill.
I turned to Marta. She rushed into my arms, “It’s over, darling. We can get down to good old boring life.”
“Life with you will never be boring, Peter. I love you so much and I feel so safe with you.” The cops arrived about five minutes later. I was surprised to see Marco still engaged in conversation with one of the captives; he was listening closely to what the man was saying. I explained what had happened and surrendered my weapon after unloading it. The cops were giving me a pretty hard time until Papa arrived with his lawyer. Shortly afterward Special Agent Ross showed up. The cops left satisfied that I had acted in self defense. I was surprised when Agent Ross greeted Papa with a handshake, and even more surprised when Papa returned it.
“That’s quite a rifle you have there, Peter,” Agent Ross said, “Where’d you learn to shoot?”
“Marine Sniper School, sir,” I replied, “Of course, I used something much more modern in Afghanistan and Iraq, but that rifle survived World War II and it’s a beauty–a Winchester Model 1903. I tried to convince them to give up, but one refused and the other was just plain slow. He may have been drunk, but I wasn’t taking any chances—not with Marta’s life on the line. I had no choice but to shoot. I just wish I didn’t have to kill anyone.”
Everything broke up around five, just as the sun was rising. I made coffee for everyone and we chatted in the kitchen and living room for almost an hour. As I carried some empty cups to the sink I noticed Marco’s revolver on the counter. I don’t like loaded guns lying around so I removed the shells, placing them in my pocket. Something about Marco was bothering me; I removed my Beretta, a small 9mm handgun but still lethal, especially at close range. I tucked it into the waistband at the back of my shorts, making sure the safety was engaged and that there was no cartridge in the chamber. I didn’t need to shoot my butt off.
Papa and his attorney left, followed shortly thereafter by Agent Ross. I thanked him for his help and shook his hand. Marta hugged the man, thanking him as well. Papa had taken two of his men with him, leaving only Tony and Marco. Tony was out at the car, still on duty, but Marco was pacing up and down the patio seemingly having an argument with himself. Marta wanted to go back to bed, but I held her close to me on the couch. “It’s not quite over yet,” I told her just as Marco returned to the kitchen for his weapon.
I dialed Jimmy on my cell and, before he had a chance to speak, I told him, “Listen–don’t speak.” I put the phone on the end table. Marco walked in a moment later, revolver in his hand. “Make up your mind, Marco? It looked like quite a conversation you were having first with Cartwright’s friend and then with yourself.”
“Yeah,” he responded, “I made up my mind. Sorry, but you have to go. It’s nothing personal—there’s a lot of money involved.”
“What’s the matter, Marco? Doesn’t Don Pellegrini pay you enough?”
“You know how much I made last year? A crummy hundred K and I had to pay taxes on all of it. That sucks. I can make a big score by knocking you two out…three million—tax free.”
“Yeah, Marco, but think first. How much does the typical high school dropout earn? Not a hundred thousand, that’s for sure. And you’ll have to take care of Tony, too. And don’t forget Jimmy and Papa—they never forget, do they?”
“Ah, by the time they find out I’ll be gone…long gone.” He raised his weapon, pointing it as us.
“Question, Marco—what’s the difference between your gun and mine?” I pulled mine from the waistband, flipped off the safety and racked the slide. “Of course, yours is a revolver and mine is an automatic, but what’s the important difference? Don’t know? Well…mine actually has bullets in it. Yours are in my pocket.” I leveled the pistol, aiming at his eye. “So far as Papa and Jimmy finding out, they already know, right Jimmy?”
“Oh, yeah I know all right. So does Tony; I just got off the other phone with him. He’ll be there in a second to take care of you.” That was Tony’s cue. He walked in and he was pissed. He clubbed Marco with a sap, knocking him unconscious to the floor. “Sorry, Pete. Sorry, Marta. This should never have happened. Why don’t you go to bed while I package this mook for travel?” He pulled out a roll of duct tape and wrapped it around Marcos wrists, before securing his ankles and mouth.
I pulled a terrified Marta to her feet and steered her to the bedroom. “What will happen to him, Peter? I kind of liked Marco before this. How did you know?”
“Yeah, I liked him, too. His problem was that he had no imagination. Jimmy told me he was extremely limited in what he could be trusted to do–other than security…basically nothing. Now he has a big problem—you don’t cross the Don, or anyone in the organization. We’ll never see Marco again and I doubt if anyone will. My guess is that they’ll take him for a boat ride into the Atlantic and drop him overboard. How did I know? You don’t just practice shooting in sniper school. I was taught a lot about people’s behavior. When you have twenty or thirty potential targets in the street it’s important to pick the right ones. I saw him in a long conversation with one of our attackers—that should never have happened. Then he was pacing back and forth on the patio—like arguing with himself. When I saw his pistol in the kitchen I took the natural precaution of unloading it. Marco was never brilliant and in the end it was his stupidity that did him in.”
Just then I heard a commotion in the living room—Marco was being removed. Seconds later Tony called in to let us know he was leaving. He wished us well and thanked me—I may have saved his life, too. I walked up to Marta, hugged her—she was still shaking—and removed her clothing. I stripped out of mine and pulled her to the bed. I pulled the blanket over us. “Just remember—I love you…I’ll always be here for you…and I’ll always protect you. Oh, yeah—if we can get some sleep now we may be able to go fishing later in the afternoon.” That was all the encouragement she needed. She kissed me, closed her eyes and we went back to a blissful sleep.

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Tina Trilogy(New Years Eve)

New Years Eve (New)
It was Saturday, New Years Eve, I was kind of wonder what Tina was doing tonight. I should have called her, but I did not. I have not spoken to her since our Christmas Day get together. I tried once but there was no answer to my phone call, and I never called back.
It was 4 p.m. and I was thinking on what to have for dinner. I also was getting ready to watch some college football on the television. Suddenly the doorbell rang, causing the stupid dog to bark his fool head off. Wondering whom the hell would come over at this time of day, I went to answer the door.
By habit I turned on the outside light and looked through the door window to see who it was, and to my surprise it was Tina standing there looking at me through the door window.
“Hi come on in,” I said as I open the door for her.
“Hi thank you,” She said as she flashed me that smile that would warm your heart on a cold winters day.
“Here let me take your coat,” I said to her.
She took her coat off, and she looked awesome. She was wearing a short black dress that came down to her mid thighs. It was very low cut, showing a fair amount of cleavage. Black nylon stockings, and black high heels, completed the outfit. She was wearing the diamond pendant, and earrings that I gave her for Christmas.
“You look absolutely gorgeous,” I told her with my mouth hanging wide open.
“Thank you very much.” She replied to my compliment.
Let me tell you a little about Tina. She is about 5’6″ has blonde hair, blue eyes, a beautiful body, great breast 36 C I think, a slender waist, nice ass and legs. She is extremely attractive, and would put most women in their early 40’s to shame, even though she is close to 55.
We walked through the kitchen into the dinning room, where I put her coat over the back of a dinning room chair.
“What are you doing out this way, you’re a long way from home?” I asked as I smiled at her.
“Well um um um I was wondering if you um have any plans for tonight?” she asked me slightly embarrassed.
“Well not really, I was going to watch football tonight.” I informed her. “What did you have in mind?” I asked her.
She kind of look down at the floor for a moment, and back at me, “well maybe dinner and a movie or something like that,” she said softly.
I stepped forward and gave her a hug and a soft kiss on the lips, “ I would love to spend the evening with you.”
She gave a little shiver, and big exhale, and looked at me smiling. “I was nervous asking if you wanted to go out tonight.”
“What would you have done if I already had a date, or had a woman here with me?” I teased her with a mischievous smile on my face.
“O golly I never really gave that a thought.” She said with an odd look on her face.
“What say we go to Red Lobster for dinner, and out to the theater to see a movie? ” I asked her.
“That sounds great,” she said warmly to me.
Then I looked up to see what movies were playing and at what time. We chose Larry Crowne, with Tom Hanks, and Julie Roberts as the two stars in it. It started at 7:15 and got done at 9:30.
I need to get ready for dinner, so I excused myself to shave, shower, and get dress. Which never takes a man long to do those things. She was dressed up, so I got out my dark blue tie and light blue dress shirt, black dress pants and dark blue sweater vest, and my good dress boots. I put on my best cologne, and went out for her inspections.
“You look very handsome, and I will be very happy to be your date for the night.” She said with a sexy smile.
We left the house and drove over to Red Lobster getting there around 5:00, ordered a drink, and was seat by 5:15 finishing our drink. The waitress came over and refilled our drink order, and then took our dinner orders. Tina orders a cup of clam chowder, Chesapeake shrimp with crab, cole slaw, and vegetable. I had a cup of clam chowder, white fish(wood fire grilled), cole slaw, and wild rice pilaf. We had a great dinner, and the company was lovely. Before we knew it, it was 6:45 p.m. and time to go. I paid the bill, and we got into the car, and headed to the theater.
The movie is a romantic comedy, which is not my favorite, but she loved it, and that is all that matter. It was ok, and I always like the two stars in the movie. I went and got the car, we stopped at the local bar, for a couple of drinks, and then we headed back to my place to bring in the New Year.
We got to my house and she went to her car and got out a small travel bag, and we entered the house.
“I would like to change my clothes, where can I do it?” She asked me.
I took her down the hallway to the spare bedroom and opened the closet for her, “here you can use this closet, there are plenty of hangers here for you.” I told her with a kiss.
I went into my bedroom and stripped and put on just an extra long tee shirt. I turned the bed spread, and blankets down. I stopped in the computer room and grabbed a cd of ABBA hits(I knew she really like that group), and put it into the boom box in the living room. I shut the lights off and turned on the fireplace. I just got to the couch with the blanket over the bottom half of me when I heard the bedroom door open.
She came into the living room by the fireplace and did a little pirouette in front of me. WOW she looked extremely sexy, she had on a red satin nightie type shirt with just one button to hold it shut, and not doing a very good job. Her breast were all but spilling out of it, and red satin bikini panties. I was instantly hard, glad I took a blue pill when we got home to help with tonight’s activities.
“What do you think?” she asked me with a very seductive smile.
“Wow you look red hot to me.” I answered the best I could.
She saunters her way over to the couch, and laid right on top of me, and rubbed her self over my hard cock. I saw her smile, as I knew she felt my rock hard shaft.
“This is the way it should be,” I said to her in a soft way.
“What do you mean,” She responded quickly?
“You laying here in my arms wearing a sexy nightie, listen to ABBA, and watching the fire in the fireplace.” I whispered into her ear.
She snuggled up into my arms, and softly kissed my ear, and just sighed.
“It does feel so good to me to be here in your arms, safe and sound.” She breathed into my ear.
We shifted around a bit, and I moved down some, and twisted on my side so she was against the back of the couch.
Soon we were kissing and I undid the button on her nightie, letting her breast fall out. I quickly cupped one of her perfect mounds in my hand. Slowly massage her breast and nipple, as our tongues were intertwined together in our passionate kiss.
“Shall we retire to the bedroom, my queen?” I asked as I kissed her lips softly.
She just nodded her head yes.
I got up first, and she noticed really quickly that I was bare from the waist down.
“Why you’re naked,” she exclaimed as she reached for my pecker, and gave it a quick stroke.
I got up and shut off the music and turned off the fireplace, and we walked down the hallway to my bedroom. Where we both stripped off what little clothes we had on. She gave me a kiss, and I swept her right off her feet and carried her to my bed.
We lay there for a while just kiss and our tongues were dancing together in our mouths. I was gently playing with her boobs and nipples. I could feel the bumps on her areolas, as I increased the pressure on her nipples. Her breathing became a little more laborious, as her excitement between her legs increased.
I worked my head down her neck with kisses and soft bites, till I got to her boobs. I started to lick her nipples and then I licked the little bumps on her areolas. I took her nipples in my mouth, and softly bit them.
“Do that harder, bite them harder,” She purred at me in delight.
I took my teeth and lightly raked her nipples. I gave each of them some nice love bits, as I sucked them harder. Her breasts are so nice and soft, and I massage them gently, pushing her nipples deeper into my mouth, and I continued to inhale on her rock hard nipples, trying to deep throat them. I could hear her breath coming in gasping pants.
As I was sucking on her nipples, my hand was busy in her slippery slit. I rubbed her slit back and forth, getting my finger well coated with her love juices. I then rubbed her star hole coating it with her juices. When it was really wet, I then penetrated her lubricated star hole up to my first knuckle of my index finger.
I worked her star hole with my finger, and I could feel her arousal, as her breathing got deeper. I invaded her wet slit with my thumb, as I rubbed both holes, I could feel my thumb and index finger between that thin wall of flesh that separated her two holes.
I could hear her breath catch, as her excitement built toward an orgasm. She gave a sharp gasp and grabbed the pillow and put it over her face, as she screamed loudly into it.
I removed my thumb, and inserted my fingers into her love canal, rotating them around and around as fast as I could inside of her. I could feel her thrust her pelvic up into my fingers. I reached up with my index finger and hit her sensitive G-spot on her vagina, causing her flinch and raise her hips up.
“Keep your finger right there and rub that spot harder,” She said to me as she exhaled deeply.
I kept rubbing that G-spot hard as I could, till my finger got tired. I moved over and attacked her clitoris. I popped it out in an engorged state.
“O Godddddd I am sooo close to cuming, “ She cried out in a voice full of sexual passion.
She locked her legs against my hand and filled my palm full of her hot cream. I pulled my hand free, and brought it up to my face and licked it clean of her juices. My God she tasted good. I moved my face down to her bare slit, as she parted her legs wide for me to have better access. I started to lap up the honey dew on her outer lips.
I parted her lips, and struck gold, her pussy was soaking wet with her cum, and I lapped up as much as I could. I pushed her lips up to get better access to her clitoris. I licked and sucked on it, and then I flicked it a few times with my tongue, and then softly bit it with my teeth. That caused her to buck her hips, and she howled out in pleasure. I sucked and licked her pussy and clitoris, till her orgasm exploded in a blast of her honey juices, drenching my face, as I tried to drink it all down.
“OOOO I am so ready, please do me now,” She begged me, as she pulled me up to her face and kissed her cum off me.
“Do you want me to fuck you now with my cock?” I asked her, as I kissed her back.
“Yes Yes please fuck me now with your hard cock.” She pleaded with me.
I mounted her, with her legs wide apart, and I gently rubbed my cock up and down her wet slit, causing her to squirm. I kept tormenting her with my cock, slowly inserting my mushroom head into her pussy till the head was in, and then I pulled it back and continued to rub her slit. I did this over and over, till she was begging me to fuck.
“Quite teasing me and stick your cock into me.” She commanded me.
“Say please fuck me.” I countered as I was waiting for the clock to strike 12 midnight. There is an old say that what you are doing at midnight is what you will do all year long. I wanted to make sure that I would be fucking her all year long.
“PLEASE FUCK ME. NOW!!!!!” She yelled at me.
I jammed my cock into her as hard and deep as I could, and left it deep inside for her to adjust to it. I had her legs over both of my shoulders, and then I split them apart, and I pounded her pussy with my rock hard missile. With each thrust I made, I could hear her grunt in pleasure. Finally I could feel my nuts start to cook.
“I am almost there, fuck me harder, make me cum, “ She moaned in ecstasy.
Her whole body shook, as she exploded into a major orgasm. I held her tight as I fill her pussy with my white cream, squirt after squirt went deep into her pussy. When I finished cuming into her, it was like I just over filled her gas tank, as my cum was running out the pussy.
“Wow that was awesome, you’re a great lover. My insides are still flip flopping around in there. I must have cumed 3-4 times. God I feel….I feel so sexual fulfilled. “ She said still gasping and panting for breath.
“Honey it takes two, to have good sex, and make passionate love, and we are very compatible. “ I said in a very contented voice.
She gave me a kiss, and snuggled into my arms. I closed my eyes for a second, and the next thing I know it is 7:30 a.m., and I looked over and she is still in my arms. I don’t think we moved all night long. I disengaged myself from her and went to the bathroom to take a piss.
I laid back down and next thing I know there is a strange feeling going on with my pecker. I look down and see this blonde head bobbing up and down on my cock. I laid back down and watched her, as I enjoyed the sensual feeling of my cock being sucked.
She had my cock in her mouth sucking away, and then she spit it out and started to lick the shaft down the cum tube, right down to my shaved sack. She gave each nut a nice bath with her tongue and mouth. She then licked back up the cum tube to my mushroom head, licking the underside of it, and then she lightly rake her teeth over it, cause shivers to run down my back.
She licked the head of my cock, and my eruption tube exit hole with the tip of her tongue. Then she started to take me fully in her mouth, I could hear her gag a couple of times, till I was fully imbedded in her throat, and her nose was rubbing my shaved pubic area. She deep throated me a few times with a swallowing action.
It was not long and my nuts sent a text to my brain, that an eruption was about to occur, as my cum tube and exit hole expanded to prepare for my flow of hot cum to released. I gave a big groan and shot my load deep into her throat. I could hear her gag for a couple of seconds, and then she sucked me dry, and cleaned my cock off.
“How did I do?” she asked as she crawled up to me, with mischievous look in her blue eyes, and her breath smelling like my cum.
Now just how would you answer that question.

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Watching my wife

I always wanted to watch my wife fuck another guy, finally she let me. This is my first story so please leave comments .

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“STOLEN PRIVATE VIDEO”

Stolen Private Video
By Blueheatt
__I’m Jesse. I’ve gotten myself obsessed with my best friends boyfriend. He has everything I want in a guy except…. he’s with my best friend Wendi, and not me. I’ve tried not to think about him, not to look at him or even talk about him. They have all failed. Wendi is a great friend but my mind is always trying to think of ways to get Blake and I together. She likes my being envious of her and likes to kiss him and fondle him right in front of me.
We’ve discussed this and we just laugh about it….at least she did… on the surface. Her ego loves the fact I have a hot crush on Blake. It’s now a little game we play. Privately I ask her what its like to be in bed with him and to tell me all the details. She is more than happy to do it just to watch me get all aroused. I don’t tell her everything I feel about Blake.
At night I finger myself thinking about him. I have very hot dreams about him and I having the best hot sex ever. Wendi told me about her dad’s video camera and how she had some good videos of Blake and her at a picnic.
I ask if I could see them. She smiled and said….well ’no’, that there were some ’other’ private things on there. I said just show me the picnic stuff, and that’s all. She said ’ok’ and got the disk hidden under her printer. She had me sit away from her computer screen while she found the picnic stuff. I just turned away not looking. I looked around her room and spotted a picture frame glass reflected her computer screen perfect.
Now I could see what she was not letting me see.
I tried to remain calm as I saw Blake fucking Wendi and licking another girls pussy at the same time….I looked close to see the girls face he was licking….
oh my god…oh wow….it was her ok, with a big content look on her face….
it was Wendi’s mom.
I couldn’t help but get a very hot feeling inside and shock to my pussy. I started talking about school to take my mind off what I’d just seen….but I had to have a copy of that disk.
Wendi found the picnic part and had me watch it. It was nothing special except who was taking the video? The shots were mainly of Blake and his tight jeans. I asked: “Who took the video?” Wendi laughed and said her mom did. She clicked off the video.
Oh great, now I had two girls to try and get his attention away from. Wendi’s cell phone rang and she walked away from the computer to talk private. As she walked down stairs talking, I saw my chance. I ejected the disk. I had my laptop in my backpack. I copied the disk into it and put it back. I went down stairs and indicated I had to leave.
I rushed home to watch the disk. I waited until real late and got my laptop under the covers. Wendi and her mom had taken a lot of shots of Blake. The shot of Wendi and her mom both kissing on Blake. He felt both of them up and lifted their tops up and kissed their tits. Watching this was giving me a nice wet pussy. Next he was fucking Wendi and her mom moved
her naked pussy right next to Wendi’s head. Blake started eating her pussy as he fucked Wendi. I realized my finger was rubbing my own pussy. Soon they all went crazy fucking and Blake licking her moms pussy as they all climaxed.
Next was the picnic scene as I fast forwarded by that. Next was more foreplay with Blake fucking Wendi. Blake never fucked her mom. He only played with her to get all aroused as he fucked Wendi. Her mom and Blake did everything but fuck.
Blake…..
I knew that Wendi and her family were going to move soon and there would go my mom and daughter fucking. I knew also that Jessie liked me. Jessie was a hot looking girl and got my interest up a long time ago. I decided to have a little charming talk with her. I told her at school I wanted to have a private talk with her. I watched her get excited. I said I would meet her….she blurted out: “At the old tree house!” a remote place we both knew about.
No one was around as I went up the steps. I looked up thru the hole in floor and there she was smiling. She had on her cheerleader outfit with….oh my ….no panties on. I looked at her hot looking slit as she squatted down to give me a hand up. The next step put my face directing across from her bare slit. I smiled and said maybe we could talk right here? She moved forward and held my head an inch from her pussy. She whispered: (“…up here Blake, your mine. Now you must kiss me first before entering.”) She pulled my face right into her sweet pussy. I was kissing and licking her pussy and I wasn’t even in the tree house yet.
She ran her fingers thru my hair and guided my head to her clit as she humped my tongue. I was sure liking the start of this ‘private talk‘.
Jessie…..
…I had to get his attention real good and so I used my fingering place to do it. What better place for me with all the times I had fingered myself and other girls too up here. The memories were taking on a new phase now. He would be the first guy I had take up here in a long time. I had my first fuck and orgasm right in this house. My first time to have a guy shoot cum in my mouth and be licked by a guy and a girl. This was my little private ’sex house’ I called it.
I let him now take another step up. Now his head was even with my tits. I raised my jumper and bra up and let him indulge himself in sucking my hard nipples. I whispered while gulping for breath : (“…you and Wendi have been teasing me for a long time now,…… making out in front of me. Now it’s my turn.”)
His hands came up and felt my (bigger than Wendi’s) tits while he sucked on them. I just closed my eyes and loved it. I leaned over and put my middle finger in his mouth as he licked it too. The very finger I always used to rub my clit with. I reached down and rubbed my wet finger all around my wet clit. I alternated putting it in my mouth and his. I had to make him forget all about Wendi and her mom right now. I felt his warm bulge in his jeans. I firmly rubbed it up and down. I pulled on him to take the last step and sat him on the tree house floor. I leaned him back and undid his jeans. I turned around and put my pussy over his panting mouth. I had his cock out and started sucking on it now.
I had fantasies about doing this very thing. His tongue felt wonderful as I deep throated his warm cock. Now I had him all to myself and I was going to make this ‘unforgettable‘ to him. I felt his fingers go in me….oh Yesssss… I shuddered and ….he felt like he was going to make me pee. He knew things I had not tried before. His fingers found that spot that makes me moan. I dug my clit into his tongue as I knew I was going to climax real high….oh there…there…I squeezed his cock firm as I jacked it. I let out a yelling moan and my pussy went crazy with spasms. He jolted and hot cum filled my mouth, over and over. We moaned together as it felt like the tree house was flying. The whole world got quiet except of our moans and heavy breathing. I got so weak and light headed as he gently licked me so cool. I drifted in my mind as I was so buzzed with such a good feeling.
We ended up laying there face to face on the old rug, holding each other and kissing for a long time…..
I wondered what Blake’s reaction would be now. The next day at school I didn’t have to wait long. I was at my wall locker when he came up. He checked all around and then started kissing me on the neck. It was wonderful and I got hot instantly. We had to stop because people were coming. He walked with me between classes, his hands were always touching me. It was like ’Wendi who?’ We had long sexy talks and long looks in each others eyes.
I had one more thing I wanted to do to make him happy, besides having our first fuck in the tree house. He had Wendi’s mom to play with and I wanted a second girl for him to play with.
Now is when things happened I would have never ever dreamed of.
My mom and Wendi’s mom were good friends. When Blake started coming over all the time now, my mom knew about Blake, Wendi and her mom all getting it on. She never told me she knew all this. Mom started in feeling me out about Blake and what he was like. I figured it was just a typical mom wanting to know about a daughters new boyfriend.…..but she had a plan in mind.
I got a hint when she started talking to Blake in whispers. Blake and my mom were getting real friendly. It took me some thinking but….my mom…Blake…what if.
The thought of my mom being the second woman for Blake kept entering my mind. Just like Wendi and her mom sharing Blake. It was time to have a girl to girl talk with my mom. That evening we sat down to have that talk…“You know that ….”…….just then someone knocked at the door….it was Blake. I left the room.
….He was so smooth he had my mom eat out of his hand in no time….she was definitely interested some party fun. He showed her my copy of the ‘Wendy’ tape. She acted surprised….
She caught on quick and moved in on Blake’s
little plan. That night it all came together….mom and I put on our nighties I wanted Blake bad…mom did too. We decided to share him, so we took him in to the bedroom.
… We wanted to everything on the tape. We started the lap top…..we slowly undressed him….mom planted a wet kiss to start things off.
…. We turned on the low lights….he grabbed us and kissed us, we jumped him and mom held him down. She grinned at him and started kissing his chest and stomach…..I strattled him and put my pussy up to his mouth…he immediately began to suck my clit…..I started grabbing his hair and moaning. My mom started in sucking his 8” and she deep throated it all….he held my hips and his tongue felt heavenly…
….I scooted my mom off….. I slid on…
….Now was my dream was going to come true…I slid his dick all the way in….he grabbed my hair and started in fucking me furiously. I tongue kissed him…my head was spinning with thrills. He rolled me over and up my knees came…I squeezed his back and I started to make noise….ohhh..ohhh..OOHHH..I had a glorious climax just as he shot a huge load….I saw the most beautiful colors in the world….we kept on pumping & pumping till the world stopped….and all was quiet….we felt little tingles all thru our body’s…..I looked over and he was fingering my mom and she was kissing his face…
….I smiled and ‘squeezed’ his dick with all the muscle I had left….

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THE HUNT, Chapter 2: Coming of Age

This is the story of one woman, a slave named, Sarah, who fights against the social structure and domination, and, as a result, finds herself in a fight for survival in slavery. She gives birth to a very special daughter, Maia, who makes her own choices and sets in motion a life that influences others.

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Good Girls: New year, new problems (Final)

There were some bugs in the first one, just a few thoughts not highlighted. My bad. I apologize for not being able to continue the mermaid chronicles, but this story has actually flowed out of my fingers quite well and I think it may have more of a future than the chronicles.

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One Thing Leads to Another: The Head Shop

Maria and Christine were lounging around the backyard getting ready to smoke a little pot. Maria found an empty Coke can and began to carefully shape it into a crude pipe. She flattened one side then made a few holes on it with a pocket knife. Christine handed Maria the bag of weed so Maria could place some on the makeshift pipe.

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Doing The Dishes

Steve is shopping for a new motorcycle. He finally finds one for a great price, but it’s missing a seal, so whenever it rains he has to smear vaseline over the spot where the seal should be.
Anyway, his girlfriend is having him over for dinner to meet her parents. He drives his new bike to her house, where she is outside waiting for him.
“No matter what happens at dinner tonight, don’t say a word.” She tells him, “Our family had a fight a while ago about doing dishes. We haven’t done any since, but the first person to speak at dinner has to do them.”
Steve sits down for dinner and it is just how she described it. Dishes are piled up to the ceiling in the kitchen, and nobody is saying a word. So Steve decides to have a little fun. He grabs his girlfriend, throws her on the table and has sex with her in front of her parents.
His girlfriend is a little flustered, her dad is obviously livid, and her mom horrified when he sits back down, but no one says a word. A few minutes later he grabs her mom, throws her on the table and does a repeat performance. Now his girlfriend is furious, her dad is boiling, and her mother is a little happier.
But still there is complete silence at the table. All of a sudden there is a loud clap of thunder, and it starts to rain. Steve remembers his motorcycle. He jumps up and grabs his jar of vaseline.
Upon witnessing this, his girlfriend’s father backs away from the table and screams, “OKAY, ENOUGH ALREADY, I’LL DO THE FUCKING DISHES”

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Harry Potter and the Sisters Black Chapter 5

Harry slowly come to, a throbbing pain in his crotch forcing him to wakefulness. He sees the ladies curled up to either side of him. A small moan escapes his lips as he tries to sit up.
Both the sisters are instantly awake. Bella gently helps him to a sitting position while Cissa casts a healing spell on his crotch.
As memory of the activities of yesterday Harry’s eyes narrow. “Bella, yesterday, did you deliberately disobey me and wear your maid’s uniform outside of this room?”
Meekly Bella nods her head.
Harry curses for a moment, “Cissa where’s that strap?”
Bella quietly gets off the bed while Cissa reaches over and grabs her wand, quickly summoning the strap.
Harry climbs off the bed while Bella bends over the end. She reaches back and raises her skirt. Harry’s briefly reminded of his fantasy about his aunt from a few days ago before he draws his arm back and delivers the first blow against Bella’s ass.
There’s a red welt starting to form as Harry draws back his arm. This time Bella screeches as the leather strikes her flesh. A second welt is starting to show when Harry earns another shriek by landing the third blow.
Bella feels like her ass is on fire, as is her cunt. Her juices are running down her legs, unfortunately, her punishment from two days ago is still in place and prevents her from coming when her master brings the belt down for a fourth time.
Harry surveys his handiwork as he draws his arm back and delivers the fifth blow. Another shriek is his reward. Much to Harry’s surprise, his cock is hard as a rock as he prepares to deliver the sixth blow.
Cissa watches as her sister lays red faced at her feet while their master draws his arm back. Cissa’s own ass stings slightly in sympathy for what her sister’s taking. Cissa actually does orgasm when her sister’s screech tears through the room.
Bella’s ass is almost completely red as Harry brings down the seventh and final blow. After the shriek has died away, Harry drops the strap to the floor, positions his raging cock at Bella’s soaked entrance and enters her in one hard stroke. Harry sets a fast pace, his hips slapping against her flesh. After only a few brief minutes, Harry delivers his seed to the woman.
Pulling out, Harry helps Bella stand up. “Cissa, go get breakfast ready and bring it up here.” He leads Bella to the bed while Cissa gets dressed and leaves on her assigned duty.
Bella leans her head against Harry’s shoulder as they lay on the bed together and sobs out the pain.
As he holds the crying woman, Harry’s insides are warring. On one hand, there’s the innocent Harry who still believes the world is black and white, where a good person doesn’t deliberately inflict pain on others. On the other hand there’s the Harry that’s been beaten, insulted, ridiculed, and whom the sisters have been subconsciously working to promote who understands that the sisters are now his responsibility thus he must punish them when they do wrong.
The war is still going on as Bella begins to run out of tears. She looks up at her master, well aware of the turmoil within him, and says, “Thank you for disciplining me, master. I broke one of you only rules so I needed to be punished.” With a gentle smile, she lays her head back down.
Bella’s words have a profound effect on Harry. His mind quiets as he digests what he heard.
Cissa walks in carrying a tray with food on it. The three eat in silence before dressing for an outing. They walk down to the kitchen and find Petunia at the stove, whistling just a bit.
When Petunia sees Cissa she waves the other woman over. The two hold a whispered conversation that ends with Petunia blushing very hard while Cissa walks over to the table, giggling lightly.
Harry asks, “What was that about Cissa?”
“Nothing important for the moment master, just a small request on her part that I need to consider.”
“Very well,” Harry says just moments before there’s a knock on the door.
Three wands appear in three hands as Bella walks to the door and looks out. Nodding, Bella opens the door and allows Tonks to enter. As soon as the door is closed, she hit by three Finite Incantatem’s. The pink haired witch just stands there for a moment before grinning, “Getting a little jumpy are we folks?”
Harry grins, “Yeah, jumpy enough to have Stunned Albus yesterday.”
Tonks looks shocked, “You mean that you got the drop on Albus?”
“Yeah, after he popped in without announcing himself.”
Tonks shakes her head, “Well, you guys ready to get this day started?”
Harry nods as he stands up, “Cissa, please come with me. Bella, pop over to #12 and keep out of sight.”
Both woman nod their heads while Tonks looks on in wonderment, “Harry, do you mind explaining what’s going on?”
“I’d prefer not to, you’ll understand when we visit the ministry.”
It’s a disgruntled Tonks that produces a length of silk rope, “Very well. Here’s the portkey to take us to the Ministry.”
“Tonks the reason I don’t want to explain this now is that I don’t want to waste time when you’ll be able to find out during our trip,” Harry says as he grabs the robe. “Alright Cissa grab on.”
Narcissa grips the robe a few moments before they all feel the familiar tug behind the navel.
The three arrive at the lobby to the ministry to find it almost deserted. After having their wands weighed, Tonks leads them through a maze of corridors until they’re standing outside of door marked, “Properties Division.”
“Dumbledore told me to make sure you got here alright, now would you please tell me what’s going on.”
“In a few minutes Tonks,” Harry says as he opens the door. Much to his dismay, Harry instantly recognizes the redhead waiting in the office. Harry’s voice is ice cold as he says, “Hello Percy.”
Percy’s voice is filled with contempt when he answers, “Good day Mr. Potter. I would appreciate it if you would restrain yourself from using any familiar form of address as I’m here on official business and my time is precious.”
“Well Percy, since your time is so precious, why don’t you produce the forms for me to authenticate and we can get this entire matter finished as quickly as is possible.”
“Once more Mr. Potter, I must ask you to address me either by my title of Undersecretary to the Minister or as simply Mr. Weasley.”
“Mr. Weasley is your father Percival and to earn your vaulted title was to betray your family.”
Jus then the Minister of Magic walks into the room, looking strangely upset, “Is this true Weatherby? Did you actually forsake your family just to get ahead?”
“But, but, but Minister…”
“Hush, I’ll deal with you later, for now, though, leave.”
Percy hangs his head as he walks out of the office.
“Now Mr. Potter…,” Fudge’s voice catches in his throat as he sees the glare Harry’s giving him.
Thoughts speed through Harry’s mind for a moment before he says, “Minister, I don’t believe there is currently a department to help new businesses get started in the Wizarding world, am I correct?”
“Yes you are; might I ask where you’re going with this?”
“Well Minister, I do believe it’s time to correct that oversight. In fact I think it would be the perfect position for you junior undersecretary to fill, the head of the Economic Development Bureau. Set up to help ensure that start-up businesses have as much support as is reasonable to make sure they have all of their licenses and permits in order don’t you think?”
Fudge isn’t gritting his teeth together, barely, “That sounds like a wonderful idea Harry.”
Harry gives the minister a predatory grin, “I’m glad you agree Minister. I even have a perfect first assignment for him. Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes”
Fudge is almost seething as he says, “Sounds like an excellent plan Harry.”
“Excellent Minister, excellent. Now, let us get down to business as I’m sure all our time is fairly precious.”
It’s only by will alone that Fudge keeps the anger out of his voice and expression. “By all means Harry,” he nods to another person that had escaped Harry’s attention.
The man looks in his early twenties with brown hair and is thin as a rail. His voice is baritone as he hands over a clipboard and says, “Please make sure the facts of the matter are in order.”
Harry reads through the information, name, date, etc, until he comes to Purpose of transfer. His innards churn as he reads the word Servus secus. With a shake of his head, Harry makes sure everything else is correct before he hands the clipboard back, “Everything is correct, sir.”
“Very well Mr. Potter, then you’ll just need to sign at the bottom of the page,” the man says as he returns the clipboard to Harry.
A few strokes of a quill later, Harry lays the clipboard on the counter. The man picks it up and removes the papers. He attaches a different set of papers to the clipboard which he then hands to Narcissa. The man then grabs a second clipboard which he hands to Harry, “Due to Ms. Lestrange-Black’s status, it’s quite understandable that she not be here; however, she will need to sign the papers.”
Harry looks at the Minister with a deceptively sweet grin, “Minister, I doubt it would be a problem for you to authorize a portkey to transport the woman in question here to expedite matters?”
Almost grumbling, Fudge reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a handkerchief. He casts a spell on it before he hands it to Harry, “There you go Mr. Potter.”
Still grinning, Harry hands the cloth to Tonks, “Tonks, please make sure this gets to were it needs to go. I’d send Cissa, but she’s still needed here.”
Tonks nods her head and quickly moves out of the room before Fudge can question her. Less than ten minutes later, both Bellatrix and Tonks appear in the room.
Fudge goes for his wand by reflex, only to stop less than a quarter of the way through the draw when he finds himself looking at four drawn wands. He looks down at his hand sheepishly, “My apologies, reflex you know.”
Harry nods his head, but doesn’t lower his wand until Fudge’s hand is well away from his wand.
Bellatrix hands the clipboard to the unknown gentleman who’s staring at Harry with wide eyes.
The clerk jerks his head before perusing the form and nodding his head.
“Very well Mr. Potter, that should take care of everything. Now, on to your rights and responsibilities in regards to these lovely ladies,” the man says while slyly eyeing Bella’s ass. “Your rights are virtually limitless. These women are now your sovereign property. You may do what ever you wish to with them. They may be sold or their services rented in order for you to generate a source of revenue. Your responsibilities however are a tad more in-depth. Any action they take, you may be held accountable for. Should they attack anyone without just provocation, you may be forced to make the needed amends. You cannot be imprisoned for their action however, unless those actions are on your direct orders. Are there any questions?”
“Not at this time. However, I may contact you if any questions arise, if that’s acceptable.”
The man nods his head, “Very acceptable Mr. Potter. Now, I wish you a good day, and go enjoy your new property,” the man ends with a wink.
Harry’s blushing slightly as Tonks leads the lot of them out of the office. As the door closes, Fudge speaks up, “Harry, may I have a moment of your time?”
Harry nods his head, his entire posture one of impatience.
“My boy, as I’m sure you know, things have been very volatile as of late, with many people actually calling for my resignation. I was hoping to be able to convince you to issue a statement in support of my maintaining my position.”
Harry’s tone is glacial cold, “Minister, you have spent the last year engaged in a campaign of slander against myself and Albus Dumbledore. It will take much more then a few small token of good will for me to forget that. I will not reject your request out of hand, but I will not acquiesce easily.”
Fudge swallows loudly, “Well, I understand completely Harry. Just let me know if there’s anything you need.”
Harry nods before having Tonks lead them out to the lobby where Harry hesitates a moment before saying, “Tonks, you and Cissa pop to the Leaky Cauldron ahead of us. If there are any Aurors there pop back immediately, and we’ll find a new address to Floo to.”
Both of the women nod their head and Apparate out. Harry waits thirty seconds before he Floo’s to the LC with Bella only a few moments behind him.
As soon as Harry’s feet are solid, he draws his wand. When Bella appears, Tom’s wand is almost instantly leveled in her direction.
Harry shouts, “HOLD IT TOM!”
The old man’s eyes never leave the former Death Eater. “She’s a wanted felon Harry.”
“No she isn’t Tom. As of a few minutes ago, she’s my property.”
“You mean she’s given you full rights? How?”
Harry’s voice is a whisper, “Servus secus.”
Now Tom’s eyes do shift to the young man, “You cast it against her?”
Cissa says, “Against both of us actually.” She lifts her head, giving the aging bartender a look at the medallion at her throat.
“That’s not the official Potter family crest,” Tom’s voice is hinted with amusement as he finally lowers his wand. “Harry, if you don’t mind a suggestion; unless you want a riot out there, have Mrs. Lestrange, hide her appearance.”
“Do you have any suggestions Tom,” Harry says as he looks around the room, which is strangely empty.
“A simple cloak should do, if she’s careful.”
Harry looks at Bella, “Use the cloak if you have one, pop out if there’s any chance someone might be able to recognize you.”
Bella nods her head as Tom hands her a brown, full length cloak complete with hood. She quickly dons the apparel, not bothering to hide the disgust at wearing something that obscures her identity.
Still, the group makes its way to Gringotts without drawing any undue attention to themselves.
They wait patiently in line, much to the sisters’ chagrin. They soon reach the teller goblin. As soon as Harry hands over his key, the entire group is quickly escorted to a private room where an elderly goblin greets them.
“Greetings Mr. Potter. I’m glad you could join us on such short notice.”
Harry asks, “What notice sir?”
“Our records indicate that you were sent notice three days ago to present yourself here for the execution of the will of one Sirius Orion Black.”
“I’m afraid your records are in error sir, I received no such notification.”
“Are you positive Mr. Potter? Our notifications are magically enchanted to make notice when they are opened.”
“I’m quite sure sir. I haven’t received any owls in the last few days except for one from the ministry.”
The goblin looks upset as he snaps his fingers. Instantly, a younger goblin appears next to him. “Fetch the notification book at once.”
The young goblin nods his head before disappearing with a sharp *crack* and another *crack* moments later announces his return. Handing a book to the elder goblin, the youngster disappears.
The elder goblin lays the book on the desk and quickly opens it. He flips through the pages for a moment before finding what he’s looking for. ”Ah here it is. Notification to Harry James Potter concerning the execution of the will of Sirius Orion Black. Opened immediately upon reception. Required a response within five business days or the execution would be delayed until the date specified, the twenty-first birthday of Harry James Potter.”
Harry’s entire expression ices over for a moment, “Perhaps sir, we should deal with the matter of the will immediately. I suspect I know who it was that deliberately delayed the delivery.”
“Very well Mr. Potter.” The goblin once more snaps his fingers and a piece of stone that looks like a flat Pensieve appears on the desk along with a sheath of papers. “The entire matter is relatively straight forward Mr. Potter. The deceased left a recorded message to explain the entire matter.” With a final snap of his fingers, the lights dim and the disk starts to glow.
Up from the stone rises a twelve inch high image of Sirius appears. “Well Harry my boy, if you’re seeing this then the shit is truly in the soup. I’m guessing I’m dead, hopefully I went down fighting.
“Now Harry, I know you well, so pay attention. MY DIEING WAS NOT YOUR FAULT! So don’t blame yourself. If you had any hand in my death, then it was minimal and accidental.
“Also Harry, I’d be remiss in my duties as your Godfather if I didn’t tell you this. Harry, I’m suffering from Igneus Cruor, the Burning Blood. It’s a rare disease that affects less then one in one million pure blooded wizards; and it’s only wizards, never witches. The disease is terminal, if you had any hand in my dieing then I should probably thank you for the Burning Blood is a long and very painful way to go.
“Now, on to the distribution of funds, monies, and properties. In a word Harry, you get everything. I’ll ask you to help keep Remus in good stead. His pride won’t let him take charity, but I’m sure between you and Hermione you can come up with something that won’t offend his pride.
“Next note Harry, fifteen million galleons isn’t even a drip in the bucket for the Black family, so I want you to make sure at least that amount finds a new home. Use it to cement your allies and hopefully forge some new ones. If you like, you can talk to Rupert, the goblin you should be watching this with, can help you set up other ‘bequeaths’ in my name for such people as Remus and the Weasleys.”
Sirius’ grin becomes positively predatory, “Also worthy of note Harry is that if you accept, then before you leave this office, you’ll be a legal adult. All the paperwork needed for emancipation is already in place, you’re sixteen, or close enough so as not to matter, with access to proper resources. With one signature Harry, you can be master of your own destiny.
“There are so many things I want to tell you Harry but this damn thing has a limited memory and my time’s almost up. So before I go I have one last thing to say to you Harry. Always fight evil Harry. That is the cause for which James, Lily, and I gave our lives for. Fight evil by what ever means necessary, if that means fighting by Dumbledore’s side, then so much the better. If not however, if you have to break with Dumbledore to continue the fight against evil, then tell that old bastard to take his carefully drawn out plans, shove ‘em up his arse and light ‘em on fire.”
Sirius is grinning as he starts to fade away, “Kick ass and take names Harry. I’ll see ya on the other side.” With that, the spectral form is gone.
Harry wipes a tear from his eye as the lights come back up. “Very well sir, if it alright, could we deal with the galleons that need to be redistributed?”
“Easily Mr. Potter,” Rupert says.
“Very well, here’s how I want the monies to be redistributed, all in Sirius’ name. One million galleons to the following people; Hermione Granger, Ronald, Ginevra, William, Charles, Fred, George, Arthur, and Molly Weasly, an additional one million to Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes, three million to Remus J. Lupin, one million to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and five hundred thousand galleons a piece for Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood should distribute the monies nicely.”
“Very well Mr. Potter,” Rupert says as he finishes writing down Harry’s instructions. “Now, there’s another small thing the deceased failed to mention in his recording, a small side note that if he were to, as he put it ‘kick the bucket’ before you were of age, then you were to be given full emancipation. All the files and paperwork are already in place Mr. Potter, if you wish to act, the time is now.” He pushes a piece of parchment across the desk, “If you sign this Mr. Potter, you will be an adult in every regard except the consumption of tobacco and alcohol.”
Harry nods his head as he thinks for a moment, for once in his life, carefully weighing his options. His hand is trembling as he takes the proffered quill. A few brief seconds later, and it is done, the parchment glows for a moment before the emblem of the Ministry appears on it with several ribbons attached.
“Will there be anything else Mr. Potter?”
“Yes, I’m very curious as to what other papers you might have sent me that I didn’t receive. As well as what type of investigation is Gringotts going launch into how someone broke the seal without your knowing that it wasn’t me?”
“If you’ll give me a moment Mr. Potter, I’ll have the answer to your first question and I can assure you, Gringotts is going to be launching a full investigation into how our magical protections were circumvented. We pride ourselves on the confidentiality of our clients, this breach has severely injured our reputation and we will make sure the culprit is brought to justice. I believe you said you had a suspicion as to who could have perpetrated this?”
“Quite correct, the only man who could have done this is my keeper, Albus Dumbledore.”
As soon as the words leave Harry’s mouth, the door opens and an elderly voice says, “Did someone say my name?” The smile that adorns his face dies instantly at the set of glares he receives. “Is there a problem?”
Harry is the first to respond, his entire demeanor colder than the artic, “Yes there is professor. It would seem Gringotts sent me a notice regarding Sirius’ will that required action in a timely manner that I never received. One of the more interesting facts is that according to their magical records, the notice was opened immediately upon arrival. Would you happen to know anything about this situation?”
Albus meets Harry’s gaze for a few moments before he looks away, “I’m sorry Harry. Yes, I received the notice and neglected to forward it to you. I won’t lie to you about my intentions, but can we move this discussion to a safe location?”
Harry stands up, managing to look regal and intimidating despite being shorter than Albus by several inches, “Yes we may professor. However, I came to Diagon Alley for several explicit purposes and I shall not be dissuaded from them by the situation that you have brought down upon yourself. As such you will remove yourself to #12 and await my presence. Good day sir.” With that Harry turns back to Rupert, “Will there be anything else sir?”
“Yes, I’m afraid that there are several more items to deal with, unfortunately, those will require an appointment so that all the paperwork, title transfers, and other such things can be adequately prepared. Is there anything else *I* can do for you sir?”
“Yes, if you could arrange for a copy of all current assets, titles, positions, etcetera to be delivered here quickly, I would appreciate it.”
Grinning, the goblin snaps his fingers and says, “Easily done sir.” Moments later, a rather large ledge appears on the desk. Rupert quickly hands the ledger to Bella. “There you go ma’am I suspect Mr. Potter will want that reviewed in a most timely fashion. Now Mr. Potter, as I stated, there is a need for you to return here at a preset date in order to deal with other matters concerning your inheritance.”
“Very well sir, will three days be sufficient?”
“Yes Mr. Potter, three days will more than suffice.”
“Oh, and one more thing, would it be possible to arrange a portkey directly here so we can avoid the lobby?”
“Of course Mr. Potter, an owl will be sent to you with the portkey and will arrive promptly at nine am if this is acceptable.”
“Nine am in two days is quite acceptable, good day sir.”
“Will there be anything else sir?”
“Yes, I would like to know if there is a means of laying hands on my gold without the need to return here all the time.”
“Indeed there is Mr. Potter,” Rupert snaps his fingers and a set of silk bags appear on his desk in various colors. “These are Bottomless Money Bags. While not quite bottomless, they allow you to access your cash monies from anywhere. You simply think of the amount you want, reach in, and the money will appear in you hand. It will only work at up to five hundred galleons and will only work for you Mr. Potter. If you’d please pick a color, we can finalize this.”
Stunned, Harry selects a simple black bag, Rupert picks up the bag and says, “Key please.” When Harry relinquishes his key, Rupert flips the bag upside down, on the bottom is the Gringotts crest and a keyhole. He presses the key against the hole and it quickly disappears, “There you go Mr. Potter, when you need to access your vault directly, then a Gringotts goblin will be able to retrieve your key. Is there anything else?”
“No sir, and thank you for all your help.” Harry turns to Cissa, “Well my dear, what did you wish to do here?”
“Well master, my sister and I wished to visit Ollivanders, as wands select their users based on their personalities, it might be advantageous to acquire new wands.”
Harry nods his head, “Very well then. Bella, your cloak.”
Dismay once more etched in her face, Bella once more draws up the cloak to obscure her face.
The five walk out to the lobby where Albus promptly Disapparates after Harry glares at him for a moment.
The quartet moves to Ollivanders without any trouble, though when they step in, the old man instantly turns and draws his wand. He draws a bead on Bella for a moment; he stares at her for several seconds before sheathing his wand. “Ah, Missus’ Black, I see you’ve changed since last I knew. I hope you can forgive my reaction. Now, I see you need new wands. Perhaps…”
And thus begins the routine search for a wand for each of the ladies as minor, and on occasion not so minor, mishaps occur. For example when Bella tried the Holly wand with Unicorn hair, 13” long, three rows of wands were knocked down.
Finally though, the small group leaves the wand makers shop with two new wands and Cissa makes a rather strange request, “Master, would you mind if I slipped off and did some shopping on my own? There’s a surprise we wanted to arrange.”
Harry looks at her for a moment before nodding his consent.
Cissa skips off merrily as the other three make their way around the Alley. When ever they enter a shop, Bella peels off and waits outside rather than risk having to abandon her master. They accomplish next to nothing of importance over the course of the next hour when Cissa returns, magically appearing at Harry’s side, carry a medium sized, non-descript box.
“Thank you master, my shopping is done.”
Harry nods and quickly collects Bella. Tonks produces the silk rope once more and the four of them feel the jerk behind the navel.
Moments later, they once more appear in the entry hall of #12.
“Bella, go find Albus and bring him to the library; Cissa, I’d appreciate it if you could arrange refreshments and Tonks, there’s a house elf here under sentence of death, find him.”
Both Bella and Cissa nod their heads and set about their tasks while Tonks looks at Harry dumbstruck for a moment.
“Oh, Tonks, I’m sorry, I was rude, would you please find Kreatcher, but please don’t kill him, I want to take care of that myself.”
Tonks hesitantly nods her head and makes for the kitchen while Harry heads towards the library.
Harry arrives to find the library devoid of life so he begins to peruse the books and he finds Sex Alica: Servus secus and its decedents by Intorqueo Fossor. Harry quickly pulls the book from the shelf and continues his browsing. A few books down, he finds another interesting book Walking the line: Using Dark spells for Light Purposes by Charles Pane. Harry pulls this book as the door opens and Bella calls out, “Announcing Albus Dumbledore.”
Albus walks into the room looking only slightly old.
“Ah Harry, looking for some interesting reading?”
Harry glares for a moment before taking one of the chairs in the room, “Now, I believe you were going to explain to me exactly why you tried to interfere with the execution of Sirius’ Will.”
Albus moves across the room as Cissa enters carrying a try with tea and biscuits on it. She sets the tray on the table and then walks to stand to the right of Harry’s chair while Bella walks to the left.
“Harry you have to understand, I’m trying to comply with your wish for a normal life as much as is possible so I decided to withhold the letter for a few more days.”
Harry looks Albus straight in the eye, “Don’t lie to me old man. You were trying to control my life as you have for the last fifteen years. Now tell me the truth or this interview is at its end.”
Albus sighs, “Very well Harry. I was terrified that you would take the money, the power, and everything else and decide to strike off on your own; that you would deny the Order the use of the Black family properties; that the power would go to your head and corrupt you like it did Tom.”
“Good, now that wasn’t very hard now was it? For now though, I grant the Order of the Phoenix permission to use #12 Grimmauld Place until further notice. Also, if you could arrange for Dobby and Winky to be sent here I’d appreciate it. I wish to employ both of them at reasonable wages.”
Albus smiles, “Very well Harry. It will be as you request. Will there be anything else Harry?”
“Yes, when’s the next Order meeting, I will be attending.”
“Harry, please…”
“Albus, you and I both know that I’m the only one who can finally ace Tommy boy, thus I’d like to know what he’s up to.”
“Very well Harry, the next meeting is in a week’s time. I can’t make any guarantees, but you’ll be given the chance to make your case.”
“I suppose that’s the best I can ask for.”
“Thank you Harry, now if you’ll excuse me, I shall send Dobby and Winky here immediately.”
“Very well, good day Albus.”
“Good day Harry,” the ancient mage says before disappearing.
“Now,” Harry says, “where’s Tonks?”
Tonks steps through the door, “Right here Harry.”
“Did you find the little shit?”
“Sorry, he seems to have disappeared.”
“Don’t worry about it, he’ll turn up in time.”
Just then there’s a pair of sharp cracks and all four instantly have their wands leveled against the intruders.
“Bad Dobby, bad bad Dobby, Dobby frightened Harry Potter.”
“DOBBY FREEZE!”
The house elf stops as he’s about to bash his head against the fireplace.
Harry continues in a normal voice, “Dobby, if you wish to work for me, I must insist that you stop punishing yourself for every little deed. I’ll let you know if you’ve upset me and how to make things right.”
Dobby looks at Harry, his eyes even wider than normal, “Mister Harry Potter sir would actually be willing to have Dobby as his own house elf sir?”
“No Dobby, but I’m willing to hire your services. The pay is 1 galleon per week and that’s not open for negotiations with a work schedule the same as the one at Hogwarts. Are the terms acceptable Dobby?”
“Yes sir mister Harry Potter sir, you’re most generous sir.”
“Very good Dobby, now Winky will you accept the same terms?”
The female house elf looks down at her feet, “Master is no need to be paying Winky; Winky is good elf; Winky just wants to serve a good family.”
Harry studies the elf for several seconds before he thinks to himself, “Hermione is gonna kill me for this one.”
“Winky, I know you want to serve a good family, so I’ll offer you the opportunity to serve mine. I’ll accept you into my service effective immediately if you wish.”
Winky looks at Harry, “Would sir take Winky as a proper house elf?”
“Yes Winky I would.”
From the look on her face, Harry could have just given her the entire world on a silver platter and she wouldn’t be as happy. She snaps her fingers and her dress is replaced with a tea cozy while her dress is magically in Harry’s hands.
Dobby says, “What is masters first order?”
“First off, you’re my friends first so call me Harry and second, get this house cleaned up. There are infestations every where. I’m also going to see about completely redecorating the house, but for now, get down the elf heads in the hall and get this place spotless. Oh and look out for Kreatcher. He’s insane and very dangerous; if you find him, I want you to restrain him. Now will you be needing anything?”
“No sir, master Harry sir. Hows should we be’s getting in touch with master Harry sir should anything come up sir?”
Harry looks at Cissa, “I’m sure you can arrange something.”
Cissa nods before going and whispering something in Dobby’s ear.
“Yes ma’am master Harry Potter’s slave ma’am.”
Harry glares at Cissa and says, “I don’t know what you told him and I don’t think I want to know what you told him. Now I believe you wanted to visit Malfoy Manor today, is this correct?”
Bella looks Cissa in the eye for several seconds before the blonde says, “Yes master I did. Originally I’d planned to go alone but the more I think about it the more of a bad idea it seems. So I was wondering if you would be willing to accompany me to the Manor.”
Harry nods and Cissa grabs one of the teacups and quietly casts a spell. All of them grab the cup and soon they are on their way to Malfoy Manor.
The group lands in a large entrance hall, the floor tiled marble and the walls spotless, a pair of beautiful staircases give access to the upper levels.
Cissa leads them up to the second floor and straight to her room. As soon as the door is closed, Bella grabs her master by the shirt and pulls him into a soul searing kiss.
When the two finally separate, Cissa is completely naked and Tonks is standing there with a shocked look on her face.
Bella says, “Master, my punishment will be up in five minutes. So I’d like to ask a sexual favour from you.”
Harry can barely nod his head as he’s so light headed.
Bella quickly strips down to the buff while her sister sets about doing the same to Harry. When all three are naked, Cissa says, “Mind if I warm him up for you sister?”
Bella giggles, “Of course sister, since I get the main course.”
Cissa giggles as she takes her master’s semi-hard length into her mouth and starts to gently apply suction as she pushes her face towards his crotch.
***
Just down the hall from Cissa’s room, Draco’s sitting at his desk reading up on some very nasty curses when he hears the door to his mothers room close.
Wondering where she’s been for the last few days, Draco leaves his room and heads towards his parents’ bedroom to say hello to him mum and give her a hug.
When he opens the door however, his heart almost stops beating. His mother is on her knees with Potter’s cock in her mouth while his aunt Beatrix is sitting on the bed, completely naked, and fingering her cunt, while his cousin stands to the side watching the whole scene play out.
When Potter turns his head to look at him and say, “Hiya Draco,” Draco’s world suddenly goes dark and he falls to the ground.
Harry looks at the unconscious form of his school foe, “Tonks could you take Draco back to his room?”
Tonks casts a spell on Draco’s limp form while Cissa slips Harry’s cock out of her mouth long enough to tell Tonks which room Draco belongs in and then returns to her oral service.
After a minute Tonks walks back into the room and sees Bella lying on the bed impatiently rubbing her crotch as her sister slowly teases their master. With a grunt, Harry grabs two fists full of blonde hair and releases his seed into Cissa’s willing mouth. Bella watches enviously as Cissa’s throat rhythmically contracts and releases.
After Harry’s finished, he releases Cissa’s head. He’s at half mast when Bella purrs, “Master.”
Harry looks over and sees the raven haired witch bend over the side of the bed, her ass high in the air.
The tone of her voice is enough to get Harry hard again as she says, “Remember that favor I asked for, will you still grant it to me?”
“Ah, sure what do you want?”
“my lord for too long I have been denied having my full sexual pleasure, please my lord I need to be sodomized.”
Harry can but gape in shock. “You want me to…”
“Fuck me up my arse master, yes.”
Harry looks at Cissa who’s grinning widely, when he arches his eyebrow, she nods her head.
Harry walks towards Bella hesitantly, “Alright Bella, but I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Bella reaches behind her and spreads her asscheeks, “Relax master, it’s just like normal with a few minor exceptions.”
When Harry is directly behind her, Bella continues, “Alright master, place the tip of your cock against my asshole.”
Bella shivers in anticipation as she feels her master’s cock head press against her backdoor.
“Now master, you press forward firmly but be very careful. Though it doesn’t matter with either me or my sister, if you go too quickly you’ll hurt the woman.”
Harry starts to press his hips forward, being mindful of Bella’s warning. When the tip of his cock finally manages to enter Bella’s rectum, both moan in pleasure. For Harry he can’t remember ever feeling anything so pleasant; Bella’s ass is tighter and hotter than anything he can remember.
“Oh master, that feels so good. Now, keep pressing forward until you’re buried in me completely. I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.”
Harry’s desperately fighting for control as he pushes his way into Beatrix. His control is nearly exhausted by the time his balls come to rest against Bella’s cunt.
“Oh Merlin master, you feel so good. Now you just shag me like normal.”
Harry pulls back until just his crown is still in Bella and then pushes forward again. By the time Harry’s all the way back in both he and Bella are right on the brink. When Harry begins to pull out, Bella shrieks as she orgasms; the spasms around his dick are too much for Harry and he shoots his load into to Bella.
Harry slumps down on top of Bella for a moment before regaining his senses. After he pulls out, she turns around and drops to her knees. She places a kiss on each of his feet, “Thank you master; that was the most intense orgasm of my life.”
“Ok,” Harry’s voice is very hesitant as he turns to Cissa; the blonde’s face is completely flushed and Harry can see moisture running down the inside of her thigh. “Cissa, can you get what you wanted quickly? I’d rather be out of here quickly.”
Cissa nods her head and sets bout retrieving small personal affects while Harry and Bella quickly get dressed. As Cissa’s about to leave the room, Harry clears his throat. “Cissa, you might want to get dressed.”
Blushing again, Cissa dons her robes and leaves the room.
Tonks is standing in the corner trying to process what she’s just seen. She thinks to herself, “Alright, let’s review what just happened. First Aunt Bella grabbed Harry and kissed him hard. While that was happening, Aunt Narcissa stripped naked. After that Aunt Cissa stripped Harry while Aunt Bella divested herself of her clothing. Once all three were naked, Aunt Cissa proceeded to give Harry a blow job that was only temporarily suspended by her son’s appearance. She showed no more concern for her son then making sure I put him back in the proper room. When I got back, Aunt Cissa had just finished with Harry and Aunt Bella begged Harry to butt fuck her. Then Aunt Bella had to walk him through the process so he must be new to this. Then he actually managed to make Aunt Bella orgasm from being sodomized.” Tonks blushes at the thought. “He must be one hell of a lover.”
Meanwhile Cissa quickly walks to the manor’s library and pulls several books starting with The Noble Houses of Wizarding Britain. The rest of the books are on various subjects including potions and dark magics. Before returning to her master, Cissa opens the book on the Wizarding families. She flips through and finds the coat of arms for the Potter family. The crest is a simple crossed sword and wand on top of a shield in green and red.
Cissa produces her wand and casts a charm on the disk of her choker, altering it to the proper coat of arms.
Gathering up her books, Cissa shrinks them and puts them in her pocket before she returns to her master, “I’ve got everything together master. We can leave whenever you wish.”
“Tonks, the portkey?”
Tonks reaches into her robe and pulls out the silk robe. Everyone grabs a hold of the robe and moments later, they land in Harry’s room at #4.
Cissa says, “My lord, I’ll go and see about arranging food if that’s alright.”
Cissa disappears out the door to have a very pointed discussion with Petunia.
While Cissa sets about doing her task, Harry sits down at the table and invites the other two to join him. “Bella, when Cissa gets back I want you two to go over the entire ledger with a fine tooth comb. Find each and every advantage that I can use against both the Ministry and Dumbledore if needed.”
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the house, nefarious plans are being laid concerning Harry Potter

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PAMMIE ON THE PHONE

He had been away interstate on business all week and arrived home late on Friday night. He could hear his wife talking on the phone in the bedroom, and from the snatches of conversation he caught, it was to what sounded like one of her female friends.

Fantasy

Summer Stroll

It was a warm summer day. I decided to take a stroll through the Lavender fields to a stream. There has been a swing hanging the for as long as I can remember and it seems like the perfect day to go wander. I go barefoot so I can feel the soil and grass beneath my feet. I run through the field, laughing as I go. Eager to reach my destination. My summery dress almost matches the petals on the Lavender plants. My dress is pale purple, spaghetti straps, with a V neck and comes to my ankles. My auburn hair long with two strands of locks from each side of my hair tied together with a matching ribbon witch flows the length of my hair. I reach down and run my hand through some of the flowers making my hands smell of the relaxing scent. And keep running.
I can hear the stream now. Good I’m getting close. I run faster. I reach a forest area and dodge the trees and saplings as I run. I reach the steam and dip my bare feet into the waters. The water is a bit cool but I go wading into the water pulling up the hem of my dress as I go. I hear something, and look around. Seeing nothing I figure it was an animal. I walk in the stream to where I know the swing is. I get out of the water and walk to it. Poor thing looks a bit bare. I go to the fields and gather the tallest flowers I can and as many as I can to braid them together to decorate my swing. I keep hearing a rustle is the bushes and every time I look nothing is there.
I sit down with my legs folded behind me and start my work. The sun is shining through the trees right on the spot I am sitting at….. warm but not hot. One braid is finished now for the other. Everything melts away as I concentrate on my task… my worries… my troubles…. just the task at hand upon my mind. My second braid is done before I know it. There are some flowers left and I put these in my hair. I gather my new braids and start to twist and tie them on either side of my swing. A rustle noise again. I don’t bother to look because nothing has been there. Probably a rabbit or squirrel or some other creature.
I step back to admire my handiwork. Yes much better! I get onto the swing and start swinging. A breeze comes about and some of the flowers dance around me. I laugh as I feel them run along my face and arms. The wind plays with my hair and pushes my dress up. I feel…. content. Rustle. Rustle. My swing stops. I look back and there is a man holding the ropes of the swing. I jump off and turn around. Pulling the hem of my dress down where the wind had blew it up.
He is smiling at me. He has a dark brown goatee and mustache. The breeze plays with his long brown hair. A stand of it dances in front of his face. My fingers itch to move the strand to see his eyes. His chest is broad. He is of average height. He just just stand holding the swing and smiling at me.
“What do you wa… want?” I ask.
“You looked like you could use some company. Do you mind if I push you on the swing for a little while?”
I take a step back. He’s wearing black slacks that fit his form nicely. His legs seem thick. He wear a black button up shirt. There’s three buttons from the top undone. Just enough to see a sprinkle of chest hair. And a black fedora hat. His shoes are black also. Quite a handsome man. Also polite. Something rare these days.
Still a bit leery of this man I walk toward him. “Ooo… kay.” I climb onto the swing, grab both ropes and turn to look at him. “Go ahead.”
He starts pushing me. Slowly. Gently. The breeze sending the scent of Lavender through the air relaxing me even more. The man being so gentle, his hands more of a caress than a push. I tilt my head back and stretch out my legs. He pushes my shoulders now. Back and forth, back and forth. He brushes his hand against my cheek. Hmm…. not rough…. not soft…. just right. I lean my my head back more and look at him upside down. Then lean up more before I get to him.
“Playing a peek-a-boo Of sorts are we?”
This make me giggle. I sit up straighter and turn my head to the right and look at him. Then quickly turn back around. I turn to the left and do the same. Laughing the whole time. On my backward swing he steps away just in time to get in front of me and stop the swing. He then cups my face. “Beautiful.”
I gaze into his eyes. Eyes the color of a does. I can see into his soul, see the intellect, feel the depth of his emotions just looking into his eyes. The stray stand blows into the way of my gazing and I finally get to touch his hair. So soft. I wonder what it smells like? I brush the strand of hair behind his ear. Tracing is ear as I did so. He turns and lightly kisses my wrist. I pull back slightly.
He lets go of my face and hangs his head down, “I’m so sorry.”
I look at him and ponder this a moment. I stand up and cup his face, “It is ok. You just startled me is all.”
“Would you like to go for a walk?” he asks.
“Yes indeed I would.”
We walk along side the stream for awhile. Not saying anything. A occasional caress here and there. So far he is the perfect gentlemen. He moves the trees branches so I can pass. Offers his when we walk over stone, “My Lady.” Leading the way as if protecting me. We find a spot where the Lavender flowers have came to nestle in a spot beside the stream in the forest. I grab his hand and tug him toward it. “Lets sit for a little while. That is if you would like to.”
“Yes it sounds like a good idea.”
We sit in the middle of the flowers. I lay down and prop myself up with my elbows to soak up the rays of the sun. He sits the same way. “This feels nice doesn’t it?”
“Yes it does. The sun is warm, but not hot. The breeze is coming off the stream making it just right.”
“I concur,” I giggle.
“Concur? I haven’t heard that word in a long time,” he chuckles.
“May hear a good deal many more from me.”
“Will I?”
He looks at me with a sheepish grin and cocks his right eyebrow up. Oh my Gods that was so sexy. I look at him with a challenging look.
“Was it you I heard rustling around in the trees?”
“Maybe.”
“And just why were you spying on me?”
“I thought I saw something,” he said.
“What did you think you saw?”
“A Goddess.”
“A Goddess? I saw no Goddess.”
“Well you, my dear, can only see her in the water.”
“Why can I only see her in the water?”
“Because my Goddess, water reflects.”
He runs his hand across my cheek and grabs my hair pulling my mouth to his. I start to push away but he holds steady and kisses me gently. His lips move across mine ever so slowly. I try to push at his chest but this just makes his efforts increase. Soon I realize I’m not pushing him away. I am clutching at his shirt pulling him on to of me. He starts to kiss my cheeks, making trails all around my face. My forehead, my eyes, and even the tip of my nose. He kiss across my cheek and starts to kiss my earlobe. Chills run all down m body and a moan escapes m lips. My hands have found their way to his shoulders and I feel the muscle beneath his shirt move as he is moving. I arch up against him, my head thrown back exposing my neck. He takes full advantage of this and kisses my pulse point. “You smell so good,” he says.
His teeth rake against the pulse point and I grab his head to pull him closer. Wanting…. NO needing more from him. “Please,” I say breathlessly.
“I thought I was going to hear more form you? I guess since I don’t hear more I won’t have to do more.”
“I beseech you.”
“Very well then.” His lips go to my neck again, but his left hand cups my right breast. He tugs at the material but my breast will not come free. His kisses trail down my shoulder and his hand moves to lower the strap. I move my arm out of the strap and give his access to my breast. He then moves his hand back down, “Hmm pierced breasts. I really like that.” He lowers his head to take my nipple into his mouth. He tugs the piercing with his teeth. I gasp out loud and wrap my legs around him. My pelvis starts to move against his.
“Hmm…. I thought I saw a Goddess. Now I am thinking maybe a nymph.”
“Perhaps. We will have to see and find out for sure.”
“That sound like a wonderful idea.”
I move my hands to his hips and pull him closer to me. They then slide up his back then down his sides to his chest and I start working on the buttons of his shirt. I want to feel his skin against mine. Flesh against flesh. One button…. Two buttons…. Damn buttons!!!! Finally I get all of the buttons and my lips move to his skin. I breathe him in. His scent is intoxicating, invigorating. Will I get enough of this man? And I don’t even know his name!
“Wait! Before this goes any further I must know your name.”
“Why must you know my name Lady? Tis only a name.”
“I do not want any other’s name to escape my lips but yours. If you take me now I am yours.”
“Dionysus, my Lady. And you name would be?”
“Aura.”
“Such a lovely name. Fitting to you perfectly.”
The breeze picks up a little. Scents mingling in the air. Lavender, Earth, Stream, Him and I. His hands are on either side of my head. He leans down and kisses me, his tongue invades my mouth and I touch my tongue to his. To his surprise he finds it is pierced. “Anything else pierced?” he asks.
“Maybe,” I reply. He cradles my head and deepens the kiss. Our tongues dancing feverishly inside each other mouth. My hands are tangled in his hair. The world seems to melt away.
I need to feel his skin next to mine. I tug down the other side of my dress and reveal my other breast. He hungrily accepts its arrival with his mouth. He does not gently suckle this breast. He takes as much of it in his mouth as he can. My breasts are large. More than a handful, but he manages very well. He grabs the rest of it seemingly trying to push the rest in his mouth. I push his shirt down wanting o feel as much as I can. My hands run along his spine and his body quivers. I take this as a sign and start running my hands along the length of his back.
He start biting my nipple in response to my rubbing. My nails lightly rake down his back. A low growl comes from his throat. I grow more bold and run my nails down his side to his stomach and lay with a patch of hair there that goes beneath his pants. He pauses and looks at me, “Continue my Lady.”
I quickly undo his pants and slide may hand the length of him. His pre cum allowing me to do so with ease. Not too big, not too small just right, and I wanna taste him. I push at his chest, “Roll over,” I say breathlessly.
“Why?”
“I want to taste you. I want all of you in my mouth.”
He obediently rolls over. I pull his shoes off so I can get his pants off. Now this God lay naked among the Lavender flowers. I take a moment and drink him in with my eyes. My gaze roams from his feet, along his thick legs, his swollen cock, up his stomach and chest, to his face. His hair spilled out around his head a look of urgency in his eyes. I take his mushroom shaped head into my mouth. My tongue and barbell swirls around it and I suck at the same time. He throws his head back and groans. I go down upon the length of him quickly. This surprises him. He cries out and grab my hair. I go up slowly. Then down quickly. Go up slowly and twirl my tongue around the head. This time I go down slowly and watch him. All the while my tongue is doing its magick. He finally looks down at me and sees me watching him. Our eyes meet and I continue my pleasure giving. I like to see the expressions on his face. I take him out of my mouth and starting at the base lick his cock from bottom to top. All the while looking into his eyes. I use my pierced tongue around the head of his cock. Sticking it out just enough for him to see. I take him in my mouth again and go down ever so slowly making sure to massage his cock wit my barbell. I start to hum and this sends vibrations along his cock. His hold on my hair gets tighter. I giggle, well as much as I can with his cock in my mouth, and he groans more. I go down all the way. Taking the full length of him down my throat. I bite and he jerks. I let go and tart to pull up.
“No, don’t ssstop. Keep going.” And he pushes me back down. I start to bite. “ Harder,” he moans. I bite a little harder. A little more. “Okay. There. Right there.” I go up the length of him applying the same pressure as he desires. When I get to the head I stop and suck him back down my throat. “Oh by the Gods!!!” My mouth fills up with his creamy liquid and I swallow what I can. Theres just too much. I pull my head back and some of his cum splatters on my face. Then another shot got on my right breast. I lick my lips then lower my head and lick up all the cum with the tip of my tongue.
He lays there for a second. Body shaking. My dress still half way on I stand up. The wind catches my hair and dress. With unsteady fingers I pull the dress down my legs and step out of it. As I stand I run my hands up my legs closer and closer to the inside. About mid thigh I feel my juices have dripped down. I smile at him and lick my fingers. I feel the need to give him a show. I step one foot on each side of his waist and spread my lips open to him, He can now see just how the juices have flowed. I finger my exposed clit. Pleasuring myself in front of him. My finger goes inside of me. “No let me love you,” he says.
“As you wish,” I say.
He sits up and flicks his tongue across my clit. I shutter in response. My insides clench. “Did pleasing me make you this wet?”
“Yes it did. Don’t stop.”
He lowers me down onto my back and kisses my mouth. “I came too quickly. I will do this right.” All I could do was pull him back to me. He kiss down my throat. Then my breasts giving them both equal attention. His hands caressing my side down to the very core of my being. His fingers slides easily into me and he finds my G-spot. I gasp for air and he bites down on a nipple. Pleasure…. Pain…. My senses are out of control. He nibbles down my stomach to my slit and spread me open.
I feel vulnerable laying outside, under the Sun, spread open for him. Yet somehow feel safe with him. He will shield me. I tilt my hips up and his tongue goes inside of me. My back is arched and he sits back on his heels to watch me. His fingers working in and out of me, while his thumb rubs my clit. My breasts dance proudly in the air as I fondle them. Bouncing thee rhythm of my hips. I find the small button on my clit. Mmm it feels so good. My oils making it easy for my finger to slide across. Making small circles I rub myself for him. My fingers moving faster. His gaze is intense.
I grab his hand, silently asking for another finger to be inserted. He obliges still watching me. I push his thumb away from my clit and start to rub it myself. His fingers wiggle inside of me and pump faster. I feel my orgasm building. My whole body feels tingly. “Oh Gods YEEEES!” My juices coating his fingers and running down my crack.
By now he is hard again. “Now it is time we join together.”
“Yes it most certainly is. I want you inside me.”
He gets on top of me and I grab his cock to steer it in. I am wet, but tight. He has some difficultly getting inside me. “By the Gods I have never felt a woman so tight!”
Finally he is all the way inside me. My pussy quivers and he groans.
I run my hands up his chest to his head and pull him down to kiss him. He kisses me deeply…. passionately. Locked in the embrace of lovers he starts to move within me. I clench and unclench my vaginal muscles. He breaks free of the kiss, “I don’t know what you are doing, but please do not stop.” I lean up and nip his chin with my teeth. “I like that too.” I move my hands to his hips and pull him into me more. My hips moving up to meet his every thrust. We are looking into each others eyes the whole time. The intensity of our love making makes everything go away. There is no stream, no flowers, only him and I.
I can feel another orgasm building again. My legs start to shake. My ear are ringing. All I can see is him. Inside my body feels strange. It’s a warming feeling, a tingling in my veins. His essence wrapped around every muscle, organ, and bone. I am panting now. My fingernails digging into his shoulders. Holding on be cause it feels like I am floating. “Cum for me baby.”
“Oh yes Dionysus I’m cumming.”
“That’s it love.”
Stars explode behind my eyes. The ringing in my ears has turned to bells. I open my eyes back up so he can see to my soul. So he can see inside me.
“My Aura, you are so beautiful.”
“Let me on to of you now. Let me ride you.”
He grabs my hips and rolls over with him still inside me. I am sitting astride him and start to rock back and forth. My pelvis griding against his, pleasing me from two angles. I lower my body down and my breasts graze against his chest as I move. I nibble on his neck down to his chest. My tongue make circles on the left side of his chest and I bite down. He grabs the back of my head and pushes me in further. His hips thrust upward.
I sit up straight now, flipping my hair back as I do so. Letting him get the full view of at me atop him. His gaze is ravenous now… almost feral. He puts his hands on my hips, pulling and pushing me. My hands go to my hair running my fingers through it. My hand trails down around my neck and my head falls back. They trail down to my breast and I take each piercing in each hand and pull. Pleasure…. Pain…. I begin to massage my full breast, leaning my head down and taking a nipple in my mouth. I bite the ring in my nipple and pull, then take it in my mouth again. Letting him get a good show. Now I lean down a kiss him again. His hips are still moving but mine have stopped. I lift my his just a bit and he rams into me like a madman. My moans and breath uncontrollable, but I can not match his rhythm. His hands still on my hips he starts a slower rhythm, but I have something different in mind. I sit up and spin around with him still inside me. I reach down and grab his ankles and start moving my his forward and backward. He massages my ass liking the new view. He slips his finger down and coats it with my oils. He takes that finger and start to put it in my asshole. Slowly at first but he finally gets it in, his other hand cupping my ass.
I move his hand so I can sit up straight. I flip my hair back a I do so still moving against him. He takes his hand and starts about mid-way down my back tracing my spine. I move my hair to the front so he can see how my back moves. He seems to enjoy this. His moans growing more and more. His trusts more aggressive. Harder and harder I ride him. The feeling of an orgasm building, but I want one more thing.
I spin back around on him and position my feet on either side of his chest. Now squatting on him I grab his shoulder and begin to bounce my ass on top on him. All he did was grab my hips and throw back his head, “Oh by the God and Goddesses above!!! I have never….. Ahhhhhhh…..” I smile at this. And somehow he grew a bit bigger. I keep watching him. My pleasure increasing. The look on his face telling m more than words. He regains himself to look at me. We look into each others eyes, climaxes building within both of us. Harder. Faster.
“ Di.. ony…sus. Oh yes baby…. I cumming. Make me cum baby.” My moans now nearly screams. Not think if anyone is in the woods or near the stream. Only thinking of this man beneath me. My eyes glaze over and a tear falls as I cum. He pulls me close and licks the tear from my cheek.
“Auna, love no need to weep I am here and I am cumming to you baby.” He grabs my hips and drives himself deep within me and cums. I can feel him cum inside me. His cock is spasming wildly. It feel like geysers going off inside me. I can already feel it draining out of me there is so much.
I collapse on top of him. Out of breath and completely satisfied. He cuddles me close. Slowly the world around me comes back into view. I lay beside him on his left side and cuddle him so I can hear his heart beneath my ear. Everything feels so right. My body still quaking. But I wonder if my God will be ready for another round in a few??
“Sit on my face. I want to lick you clean.” I scramble to do his bidding. At first I’m facing him, “No.” He says, “Turn around and lick me clean too.” I turn around and engulf his limp cock in my mouth. He pushes my hips down, sticks his tongue in my hole. Trying to lick out all of the cum. He starts sucking all of our juices out of me and he’s not quiet about it.
I lick his ball sack and take both of them in my mouth. He groans and his cock twitches. The juices have run down his crack. I have to move away from him to reach, but I don’t think he minds. I lick and such his crack. Tongue moving harder, slower, lightly, then fat again. His his are moving and he is gasping for air. I stop for a second and he starts taping me on the as, “No… gooo GO! Do…n’t stoop.” So I continue my task. We got messy. He sticks two fingers in my sloppy hole and I rock against him. Both of his balls go back into my mouth and I lean my his back toward his hungry mouth. He withdraws his fingers and starts licking and sucking me again. He is semi-hard now, but I greedily take him in my mouth and suck him down. I taste a drop of pre-cum and swallow it down. I swirl my tongue around his soft cock. He’s getting harder by the second. I go back up his shaft and tease the tip with my tongue and lips. Feather kissing his cock all the way down and back up again.
He hits jut the right spot on me and a shiver courses through me. My pussy moving against his mouth. I raise up and start stroking him, riding his face. My movements getting more frantic, my breath is labored. Moans escaping my lips. I fondle my breasts and pull at the rings. I hump his face very close to orgasm. I fling myself down on him, taking him all in my mouth and growl. My hips frantic. So close to orgasm. Stars exploding behind my eyes. I can’t move anymore. My body is locked…. waiting. His tongue is wild. My nails dig into his hips. I gasp for air, “Oh Gods!” My juices flow into his mouth and like a starved man he laps them up. I go down on him. Growling. Clawing at his thighs and hips. Wanting needing more from him.
He pushes me off of him. Tremors raking through me. “Lets go over there.” He points to the trees. “I want to take you from behind. You could hold onto a tree to help stand.” He rises and offers me his hand. It takes me a minute to find my grounding. We walk over to the tree. His hand rests on my lower back steading me. He leans me against a tree. His hands caressing my face moving back to my hair and kisses me. My hands move to his sides pulling him closer. His cock pressing on well trimmed pussy. Slowly. Deeply he kisses me. His hands move down to my breast, lightly caressing them. He breaks away from the kiss to suckle on a nipple. My hands run through his glorious hair. So shiny. So soft and long. I watch him suck on my breast. He is being gentle now. Wanting more of me but knowing how shaky I am right now.
My nipple slips from his mouth. He brings his head up and whispers, “Turn around now.” I turn around and he trails kisses down my spine then licks back up. His hands grazeing my sides. Chills run all over my body and bumps pop up. He runs his hands over them and chuckles. “Do you like that?”
“Very much so.”
He runs his hand up my spine, slightly pushing, “Bend over now.”
I bend over and grasp the tree. The bark rough against my skin, but I don’t care. He sits his cock on the top of my ass and slides it down to my juices. He lingers there for a moment, but doesn’t put his cock in me. He lowers down to my clit rubbing his cock back and forth over it. My already shaky legs trimble.
I move my ass back toward him with a groan. I reach down. Grab his cock and put it inside me. I shutter. He’s being gentle. Slowly rocking in and out of me. Clinging onto the tree with one hand and grasping his hip with the other. He rubs the small of my back up to the middle of my back, “So beautiful.” He leans down and kisses my back where he can. I pull myself up straighter and our bodies are flush against each other. He reaches around and fondles my breasts. His right hand moves down my stomach and rubs my clit. His left hand still fondling my breast. His body is going up and down. Using his calf muscles instead of hips to pump inside me. Slow. Steady. Sensuous. WONDERFUL!! He nuzzles my neck. His breath hot. His kisses soft. He moves to my ear and nibbles on the edge. This drives me wild. His breath on my ear is heavy and he sucks on my ear lobe. My ears are a very hot spot…. And he gladly found it.
My body is ablaze. Sweat sliding down both of us. Our bodies sticking to each other as we move. I bend over and hug the tree. He massages my rump a little then gives it a whack. A sign things are going to go at a faster pace. He grips my hips, and pulls me into him. All I can do is hang on. I can’t breath. I can’t see. Ohhh but I can feel. I can feel him inside of me. In and out. Slow and hard, but picking up speed. I think he is seeing how much I can hold up. I push back against him harder than he is pulling. He picks up the beat. I cry out from the sheer pleasure of it. He pauses, “Are you okay?”
“Yes! I’m good… I’m good…. Don’t stop.”
“Are you sure? We can stopp…”
I grab his left hip with my hand. My nails dig deep and pull him into me. “DON’T STOP!!!”
He sends shock waves through me with this thrust. A few more like that and I will cum. He pumps furiously into me. My cries grow louder and I scream his name. My body convulses over and over. And he keeps going. Thats a God for ya. His fingers dig into my ass. I feel him erupt inside me and he lets out a howl. His cock keeps bursting inside me. I clamp down to keep as much of his cum inside me. He grows flaccid and pulls out.
I ease myself to the ground and he sits next to me. I curl up beside him, panting. “You are wondrous.”
He looks sheepish for a second but shrugs, “I try.”
“Well you are,” I sigh.
He puts his arm around me and pulls me closer. His hand grazes over my shoulder. “Lean up for a minute.”
“But I don’t want to move.”
“Please.”
I lean up and he looks at his hand. He moves to his knees and examines my shoulder, “You’re bleeding.”
I look down as good as I can at my shoulder. It has scratches on it and its bleeding some. “I’ll be fine. I’m a Goddess I will heal quickly. Come back over here so we can cuddle more.”
“Not until we clean you up. I didn’t mean to do that. I hurt you I feel bad.”
“I didn’t even know it. Didn’t even feel it. Everything is okay. If washing the wound will make you at ease we can go to the stream and wash it off.”
He stands and offers me his hand to help me up. When I get upright he bends and scoops me up to carry me to the stream. “I could have walked, but this is nice.” I wrap my arms around his neck and look at him. He has a guilty look on his face laced with a little worry. “I’m not a mortal baby it will be okay.”
“You will heal and be okay, but I did not mean to hurt you.”
“A little pain was worth what you gave me.”
He just grunts. Splash, slosh, splash slosh. I soon feel the water on my rump. The water is warm. He places me on a rock, the water is just below his belly. The stream is somewhat still here. A slow flow of water around us. He stares at my wound for a second and bends his head and starts licking the blood away. He licks each individual mark. To me this is very erotic and personal. No way would I let just anyone lap at my blood. But I find I didn’t mind at all. I lean my head back and move my hair more. He is throughly cleaning it with his tongue. I feel as if thousands of fairies are dancing in my body. I moan and pull his arms around me. Water splashes up on me as he moved closer. His lapping was getting more intense. I wrap one of my legs around his waist. The other leg still on the rock. His lapping turns to sucking. I grab the back of his head and arch up to him. He moves his mouth up to my neck kissing and sucking. I run my hands down his back and give his ass a squeeze. I can feel his cock pressing against me half hard. I reach down and grab it. I slide his cock up and down my cum drenched pussy. He groans and moves to my ear. He’s fully erect now and I urge him into me. He glides into me and water comes all around my bottom half in a splash. “Again my Lady?”
“Yes again.”
“You have insatiable appetite.”
“Insatiable? No I don’t think so. Are you complaining?”
“Not at all.”
The water around us. The open air. This God. It is wonderful. He bends his head down and kisses me deeply. His kiss trails back to the wound and starts licking it again. I wrap both of my legs around him now. Pulling him in deeper. He bites into the wound. I cry out and grab him closer loving the feeling of it. He pulls away and looks at me. He has a bit of blood on his lips so I pull him down and lick it off, “Mmmmm,” I moan. He raises up and I spread my hands on his stomach up his chest. I move my hand over to his nipples and tweek them. Looking directly in his eyes. A look of shock runs across his face s he continues to pump into me. “Mmmm harder,” he says. So I twist more. “Ahhhhhh.” His eyes tell all. He enjoys this. I rub my open palms on his chest then digs my nails into him. He slams into me. Closes his eyes and pauses. I dig harder, “Open your eyes.”
He opens his eyes and they are full of fire. Of passion. So intense are his eyes. Never have I seen a mans eyes so intense with passion. My golden eyes gazing at him in wonder. My hands running all over his chest and stomach now. My gaze turns to where I’m rubbing. Hair sprinkles across his chest and down all over his stomach. Not too hairy. Just right. On his chest I notice I drew blood. I pull him down to me. Eager to taste his red liquid in my mouth. He isn’t bleeding much. I lick at the mark then bite. Drawing out more blood. He moans loudly and pumps harder. I lower back down. My hips move with his. I’m panting. So close to orgasm. Staring into his eyes I start to cum.
“Thats it baby. Look into my eyes.”
Tears spill over my eyes from the intensity of our love making. He bends down and licks them off. I clutch him to me. I’m moaning so loud he says, “Shhhh not too loud Zeus will want to join.”
“Well we can’t have that. I don’t want another.”
He kisses me feverishly, deeply. His cock thrusting in and out of me hard and quick. I grab his hair and pull him to kiss me. I suck his tongue into my mouth. Then nibble his lower lip. He raises himself over me staring me in the eyes, “I’m gonna cum baby.”
“Me too. Cum on me. I want your cum all over me!!”
He looks into my eyes. Raises up. Grabs my hips and slams into me. This thrust has me reeling. My eyes roll in the back of my head. I reach out and grab my nipples and start pulling on them. I regain myself and watch him. Our gazes locked. He pulls out of me and the first shot hits my cheek. The next my stomach and another my breast. I am a big gooey mess. I take a finger and wipe it off my cheek then into my mouth. Sucking all he cum off. I sit up rubbing my cum drenched body. I bend my head down and lick my gooey breasts. He stands back and watches, “Yes I like that a lot.”
I look at him and grin. I smeared his cum all over me, “Now you have to clean me the rest of the way off. There are places I can’t reach………………”

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