the week over there house. Mrs. Anderson was ok but I just love to jerk off to any women I could. The last night Mr. Anderson ask me to help him in the basement with some boxes. the 2 oldest where out and David was watching TV. I went down to the basement to help and we chat a bit. He told me to reach up to grab abox and when I did he got behind me and help. I could feel his cock press against my ass and him breathing very heavy. I was shock for at my age did not know what to do so I just ask what was he doing. he told me to just hold the box so I did. I felt him reach down my pants and started to play with my cock. It felt good so I just let him do this without saying a word. Then he reach and pull my shorts down. I was so confused he told me to bend over the boxes that where there so I did. I felt his cock against my ass and ask him please stop but not really put up a fight. Then I heard him spit and then rub my ass hole. I felt his cock go in and I was freaking out but the pleasure was so hot after a couple of pumps he ask me if I like it. I did not answer.

He then pull out and told me not to say anything and we would finish next time. As I went up stairs I was shock and confuse at what just happenI went to dav room and just watch TV. As time went by I could not stop think at what just happen but my ass wanted more. about 1 hr past and I got up and went to the kitchen for a drink. When I got there I could hear Mr. Anderson still in the basement so I went down think what the hell was wrong with me. I ask if he needed any help. And to this day I can still remember that smile on his face and what he said. " Is anyone still up?" I said just Dav and the other boys where still out.He grab my hand and walk me over to the couch and bent me over and pull down my pants. Then the sex that would change my life. He started to fuck me and for some reason it was good and was turning me on. Before I continue this is not a gay story so just have patience and read its long but this is TRUE. As months past we never said a word and I was now getting really into spying on my mom. I would always jump in bed with my mom and hug her. I would spy on her taking showers and sometimes I would fix the curtains so from outside at night I would go and watch her change.I use to watch her walk around naked with a hairy pussy and fat boobs. I was always jerking off to her and thinking of her. About 1 year after the sex with Mr. Anderson I went over to see if Dav was home. I always just walk in from the back door. I open and went in when I close the door I could hear noise from the basement. As i got close I heard Mr. Anderson and he was moaning and I could hear wet sounds. I walk down and when I got to the bottom Mr. Anderson was jerking off total naked. I ran back up and left.

Years past and I had just finish High School but still no sex or girlfriend. Mr. Anderson never said a word about that day or did he try anything with me. That summer we had a big cook out and invited friends and family. I was 16 and still thinking about sex and was spying now on Mrs. Anderson.........

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The thing that attracted me to him when we met was the fact that he wasn’t the jealous type. That was a big plus because I like to flirt with just about every man I come in contact with.

About a year after Roy had been dating me, he asked me to marry him. We were engaged for another year. After a lot of debating on the planning of the wedding, we finally decided to have a traditional wedding but with a little twist.

It turns out the reason Roy was never jealous was because he was actually turned on by the thought of other men fucking me. I never knew about it until a night that we were discussing the wedding reception. He was drunk as shit, and out of nowhere, he suggested he have all his friends over to gang fuck me.

I thought he was joking, of course, so I agreed. I realized he was serious when I saw the look of euphoria on his face.

After that, I didn’t talk to him for days. I was pissed and seriously thought about canceling the wedding.

I calmed down eventually and Roy apologized. After that, every now and then when we were having sex, Roy would talk dirty to me. He would talk about how his friends thought I was attractive, how they found my accent very sexy, and how every one of them wanted to fuck me.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of talk would’ve gotten Roy a kick in the balls, but in bed with his cock ramming into me, I found it quite stimulating. I would have multiple orgasms and scream at the top of my lungs throughout the whole thing. Roy even started buying up every gangbang DVD that he could find so we could watch them before we had sex.

Over time, the idea of being gangbanged started sounding a lot better. About two months before the wedding, we decided to add an additional feature. There would be the Wedding, the Reception, and then the After Reception in which Roy and ten of his friends would gangbang me.

I was excited, but nervous as hell. I couldn’t even make eye contact with any of them when I’d see them during the weeks leading up to the wedding. I spent a lot of time avoid them because I was afraid I’d have to talk to them about it.

Ironically though, on the day we got married, I wasn’t nervous at all, just eager to get started. I swear my pussy had never been wetter.

After the reception, I went home by myself. Roy was with the fellas. I showered, deuced, masturbated, and got dressed back in my wedding gown. We had decided that every one would wear the same attire that we had worn for the wedding.

We met in a big warehouse that a few of Roy’s friend worked in. Since one was the general manager, he had the crew set up a corner of it to look exactly like the church.

The guys’ names were John, Hershel, Julian, Brandon, Guy, Dave, Steve, Tyce, JJ, and Cheyne. They got in a single file line.

Someone said, “Now you may kiss the bride,” and the first one kissed me.

Someone else kept repeating it and each man kissed me. Some were quick kisses; others were longer the way my husband had kissed me in the wedding. Then there were some who literally shoved their tongues down my throat and intertwined them with mine. Some were gentle. Some were rough. They were all good kissers.

I was amazed by how much I turned them on. I could see their lust in their facial expressions, and even if I couldn’t, it was apparent by the way their cocks poked me when we kissed.

It made me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. I didn’t need to be nervous. I was in control of everything. They wanted me, not the other way around.

When we got to the end of the line I was so excited and horny that I could hardly keep control of myself. My legs were wobbly and I could feel my juices trying to seep down my thigh.

“Let the honeymoon begin,” said someone as the rest surrounded me.

They were kissing my neck, caressing me, and slowly removing my clothes. It continued like this until they’d stripped me of everything except the laced stockings that I had worn underneath.

Dicks started popping out and it seemed like there were a hundred hands feeling me up. I slowly leaned forward and licked the first cock, knowing that there would be someone behind me looking at my ass.

As expected, I felt rough hands squeezing my tender flesh, and then the man in front of me grabbed my head and gently led it towards his cock.

I opened wide and sucked it inside me. He was still holding my head, still guiding it up and down on his shaft. Then I felt a pair of hands spreading my pussy lips, then something warm and hard pushing its way inside.

I wanted to moan, but I couldn’t because my mouth was so full of cock. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. It was the best feeling of my entire life.

“Suck that dick,” somebody said.

That, I did. Every cock they put in my face.

Meanwhile, everyone else had gotten naked. They sat down on a long bench and I sucked every cock as they took turns fucking me from behind.

It was odd because I couldn’t see who was in me. One minute there would be an average sized cock in me, it would pull out, and then it’d be replaced by a super-sized polish sausage.

I liked it. The feeling was new to me. I wanted more of it. It was a lot better when they lay me on my back because I could give my legs a rest and concentrate of the dicks in my mouth, pussy, and ass.

It lasted a ridiculously long time. By the time we were done, I couldn’t tell whose cock was whose. I was still horny, but the guys were to worn out to keep up with me. They were ready to cum.

As I was lying on the bench, they all started jerking their cocks over my head. One after the other, they wet my smiling face up with hot spunk and then moved aside so someone else could do the same.

Since I was still feeling like a whore and loving it, I kept lapping at it and letting some of it fall out of my mouth even though I couldn’t help but swallow some. There was so much of it.

Cum was the only thing I could smell. It was all over my face, head, tits, stockings…everywhere!

Once everyone had spilled their nuts in my mouth, I let out a loud giggle and covered my chest. For some reason, now that we were done fucking, I felt a little bashful.

Roy could see it so he thanked everyone for coming and jokingly told them to get lost. I loved it so much that we’re even thinking about calling up the old gang to celebrate our five-year anniversary, but that’s another story.

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 While she had seemed very pleasant for most of her tenure, she now often seemed despondent. John became very concerned and asked that Marisol schedule a lunch for him and her so they could discuss her recent performance.

A week later, the lunch was scheduled and they were to go to a restaurant in a nearby hotel. John felt a bit awkard about starting the conversation but started off by paying her a complement saying how well she had performed for her first year and a half. He then asked if everything was OK. He was not trying to pry but merely trying to find out if something was borrowing Marisol. Marisol then started to explain to John that her family who she lived with was incredibly religious. Her father had told her that she could only date men of her color with the same religious background and that pre-marital sex was out of the question. Up until a few months ago this had been OK with her but she more recently found herself having strange feelings. She was having strong desires to have pre-marital sex and she found herself strangely attracted to white men. John indicated that it was natural for a young woman of her age to start having sexual feelings and it was only natural for her to be attracted to white men as she worked in a very white collar environment but that as she got older, she would learn how to control her emotions and not let them affect her work.

John then asked if there was anything he could do to help her. Marisol sat there quietly for a moment, then looked at him and asked if he might consider having sex with her. John was quite stunned and responded that he was very happily married. Marisol told him that no one needed to know about this and it could only be once to see if it helped her. John did not know if she was kidding and said to her that she did not really mean to say what she was saying. Marisol then pulled out a key to a room in the hotel, told John that she was very serious and she would do whatever she needed to do to prove it.

John finally agreed to go with Marisol to the room but told her that no one must know. Once they got there, John was still unsure whether Marisol was serious so he told her that if she was serious about this, she should undress. She sat down on the bed and started to take her shoes off, then her socks, her pants and then her shirt. She stood before him in just her bra and panties. Marisol then told John that she had not told him everything. She was not quite sure whether it was a submissive fantasy or not but she wanted to be treated like a slave. John was stunned.

John thought about this for a moment and then started to get very hard. He looked at her and told her that from now on, in private, she would refer to him as Master and do whatever she was told. She responded "Yes, Master."

John then looked at her and told her to remove her bra. She responded, yes master. He then told her to start rubbing her nipples. She responded "yes master" and started to rub her nipples until they were hard. He then told her to remove her panties and she did so. She stood before him completely naked. John told Marisol to start rubbing her clit while he undressed. She said, "yes master." After he took all of his clothes, he really wanted to test her obedience so he told Marisol to stick a finger in her ass. She responded "yes master" and proceeded to stick a finger up her ass. He told her to remove the finger and lick it clean. She did as she was told.

He walked over and asked her if she wanted him to stick his white dick in her black pussy. She said, "yes master." He then lay her across her the bed and started to rub his dick against her clit. He told Marisol to beg him to stick in. Marisol began saying "master, please put your dick inside of me."

John started to slowly insert his dick into her virgin hole. After he was in, he started to rock her back and forth. Her body was pulsating and she started to scream "please master, shoot your white sperm into me. I want to. I need to have your baby." With that John shot his sperm into her fertile womb.Â

When it was all over, John told his black slavegirl to clean his dick with her mouth and she obeyed. After they got dressed, John told Marisol that every morning, she was to show up 30 minutes early, go into his office, get undressed and lay across his desk with her legs spread waiting for him. He would fuck her every morning until she got pregnant. She responded, "yes master."

He also told her that they would get her an apartment to live in because she would spend the next few years bearing his children. She agreed to this.  Every morning for the next month, Marisol did as she was told. John would come in, remove his pants, stick his dick insider Marisol, fuck her and cum inside of her. Then she finally got pregnant. Marisol looked at him and said "Master, I have wonderful news to tell you. I am with your child."Â

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itely tell him my ex-husband took care of that, and he tells me, “Don’t know if you were told, but David is hung quite nicely. Would you like something to drink?”

I’ve heard a few bad opening lines, but this… horrific, inane one just shot to the top of the list, as did my co-worker’s name. Had to wonder if that one ever worked, and if it did what did he catch from it? “You know,” was going to tell him I hoped it was big enough to go screw himself, but instead said, “Pina colada, double please.”

He is going on and on about David, staring at my tits, and it wasn’t like I was flaunting them. Wearing a mid-sleeve flower print blouse, just the top button undone, and only a full ‘C’ cup, you had to try hard to get a little titty shot, but he was giving it his best effort. Red skirt just above my knee his chance at a panty shot was just as unlikely, but he was still taking peeks when I wasn’t looking. This was just a causal dinner and drinks, I wasn’t about to dress like I was on the clock, and he didn’t have enough money for that from me.

As he yammered on I pound my drink, then half-close my eyes, hoping the alcohol daze will turn this insect into a human, but no such luck. Think I hear him say he didn’t like kids, and have to ask, “Pardon me?” I had a twenty-month old son at home, which Pat knew.

“David is not good with kids, and David cannot be in the same room with a baby. Would you like David to get you another drink?”

“Oh, most definitely,” I tried to smile, while forcing myself to keep my hands from going for his throat, “the same will be fine.” Pat was dead, first thing Monday I was going to kill her, and it would be justifiable, setting me up with this piece of–

“Sylvia, she wants to know a double or triple?”

Our waitress must know David, and I smiled, “Triple, thank you, Lila.”

* * *

- AN EX-HUSBAND -

Fresh out of law school I landed a great job with one of the bigger firms, and for nearly a year I was working decent cases. My progress reports were fine, but after my yearly I was put on trash detail, and expected to keep up my billable hours.

Everybody I talked to said this was standard procedure, but I wasn’t buying it. I had no idea how I was going to get a decent quarterly report, and thought my career was in the toilet. You heard stories, of this cutthroat business, one bad report, and you were on a fast track downward. Worse yet, everyone knows it, and you become a social leper, even the interns think it might be catching, and you can get no one to help you out.

After my expected abysmal quarterly, Dwayne, a named partner, called me in, and I was braced for the lecture, or firing, intent on not whining. Instead he tells me he has some things he wants me to work with him personally on, but it might mean long hours. Without a second thought I jumped all over it.

The work wasn’t bad, and we did a lot during lunch and dinner, in some very nice restaurants. After hours we went over things in clubs, some very exclusive clubs, and shopping for things to have me wearing in these fancy clubs. This was all new to me, needing a scholarship I spent my young life studying, not even really dating in high school, and only had three boyfriends in college. Taking a full load, summer classes and never pledging fidelity to any I wouldn’t even count them as boyfriends. There were a handful of one-night stands, but two we never even knew the other’s name.

Barely twenty-five I was immediately in awe of this man and his clout, not to mention how fast my wardrobe was expanding. Didn’t have a daddy fixation, or was thinking a money angle, just having fun, very elite fun, for the first time. He was older and… Well, rich and wasn’t afraid to show it. Tailored clothes, chauffeured limousine, weekly trips to a salon, monthly trips to a spa, and memberships in three exercise clubs made him look, and kept him looking, impressive. Speaking four languages fluently, twice as many so-so, knowing the best foods to eat and finest wines to drink, cigars to smoke, and women to date made him even more impressive.

He did have an annoying habit of wanting things just so, and had no trouble taking one to task when it wasn’t. Also infamous for his temper and doing what was needed to win. Having one of the sharpest legal minds in the country, and incredible political connections it was more than mere looks, he had power, and wasn’t afraid to wield it.

Tanned, fit, charming, and single he was one of the most eligible bachelors in the state. Needless to say, he got in my panties, and by no means were we exclusive, but it was even more fun, then the accident occurred. His condom broke, I had been too busy to make my gynecologist appointment and was off the pill for a month, but no big deal, he always wore protection.

Now, I had a problem.

Dwayne was great about it, happy we were having a baby, even married me. It was his third, no children, and naturally my first. Nothing really changed, our weeklong Hawaiian honeymoon was cut to three days, including travel time, and we were back at work.

Being pregnant I didn’t go out with him as much, but he always had an escort, claiming them to be clients and part of the job. Seeing as nothing else changed I couldn’t see us being exclusive now, and never complained. He treated me well, made sure I didn’t need anything before going out, and always had plenty of his staff there for me if need be. After my first trimester my doctor insisted I quit work, and I got everything ready for the baby.

Had not been married four months when I personally caught Dwayne for the fifth, no sixth time cheating. As a little bonus I got a nice piece of jewelry every time I caught him, but we never talked about it.

First five times were with one or the other of his secretaries, twice with his personal secretary Sally, who had to be in her mid-fifties, although good-looking and she had a decent body. Both times he was in a corset and fishnets, which got me a complete matching set of jewelry, necklace, earrings, and bracelet. First diamond and sapphires, second diamond and emeralds, again with nothing being said on what I had seen, and no apology.

Sixth time I should have known something was up when Sally wasn’t at her desk, then I walk in and find him with a pair of interns. Secretaries were no big deal around here, and it was company policy, a man works long hours he might need a sexual release, and it was in the secretary’s unwritten job description. Of course nailing interns wasn’t exactly a rare thing around here either, most the time they didn’t even need to be asked.

Although this time it was a bit different, I came over after a doctor’s appointment and found Dwayne’s mouth and ass full of intern. Twins with matching thick nine-inch cocks, both buried to the balls in my husband. Obviously this was not his first time. Another named partner had recently been found with another intern’s dick in his mouth, and everyone was worried about losing work. But, all we lost was an intern; who is doing quite well, sitting on some Caribbean beach, not a care in the world.

I cleared my throat. “Ah, do you want to know if it’s a boy or a girl?”

All he said was, “Thought you were at the doctors.” Shaking my head I turned to leave. “Honey, I’ll be done in a minute.”

“It is a boy. But, go ahead take your time,” I gave him a backhanded wave, “I’ll be home packing my things.”

Wasn’t pissed, not in the least, wasn’t even surprised, well maybe a bit at it being men. I had seen most of the women he escorted about town, and they put me to shame. After our first month of sex I hadn’t been getting much, and I just thought the secretaries or female interns were getting my share. Wasn’t pissed at that either, because he wasn’t very good, and I had toys. Plenty of them, and after all these years I was good with them.

No, I just drove home and started packing my clothes, jewelry, and toys, prepared to leave as soon as I was finished, wasn’t even going to write a note. An hour after I left his office a package came, by limo, addressed to me. Handing it to me Jeff, his personal driver smiled. “I’m to wait, Miss.”

“Ah, fine, come in,” I stepped back, “like something to drink, Jeff?”

“No thank you.” He gave me a little head bob. “I’ll wait here in the hall, Miss Sylvia.”

Opened it there in the foyer, envelop held a sixty thousand dollar check and a divorce settlement, both in my name. Dwayne was giving me as much custody of the baby I wanted, but he would like visitation rights, set by me. Even stranger, no family court, or even arbitrator involved. In addition I was to receive twelve thousand a month until the baby was eighteen, unless he was in college, along with a house, and full medical benefits for both of us. The sixty thousand was quite obviously for the first five months of my pregnancy.

He had three requests, first, a paternity test as soon as the baby was born. That pissed me off a tad, seeing as I wasn’t the one sleeping around, including before he stuck his little dick in me. Second, I couldn’t live more than half an hour from his main residence. If he moved, I moved, all expenses paid for by him. Third, I name the baby after his father, Joseph, or if a girl, Josephine. Typical, dumb bastard, knowing all those languages, and he didn’t even hear what I told him. More likely he handed this off to the interns, while he cleaned up. Naturally, all this would be void if I breathed one word of this to anyone. Didn’t say he would take Joseph away from me, but Dwayne didn’t like losing, and I couldn’t win against him.

Without a second of hesitation I signed the document, and handed it to the limo driver. “There you go, thank you Jeff, for waiting.”

“No Miss,” Jeff put the document inside his jacket, “I’m here to take you to your new home, your car will be driven over later. Where are the bags, Miss Sylvia?”

He drove me twenty minutes away to a light brownish-blue house, with dark greenish-blue trim, no doubt my prick ex- got for a song, because the color scheme was terrible. Inside wasn’t much better and the decorator had to have been color-blind, or just plain blind. But the neighborhood was nice, clean, and house good-sized. Surprised it was furnished, with decent furniture, even a playground and spa in the large backyard.

By the time Jeff had my things out of the limo my car was here. “Hope you are happy here, Miss. A meal from Angela’s shall be arriving at five.” Jeff handed me a slip of paper. “At seven call this number. Good-bye Miss Sylvia, you were a pleasure to work for, a splendid lady in every sense of the word, and my favorite person, as well as the rest of the staff’s. I’m truly sorry.”

“Thank you Jeff, you did a splendid job, as always. Sorry for what?”

“Good day Miss, call that number, please.”

He left, nothing more was said. Right off I picked up the phone, and wasn’t surprised it had a dial tone. My name being on the I.D. was a tad strange, but I didn’t think anything of it.

I unpacked, then answered the door for the deliveryman. Wasn’t hungry, just sat staring at the phone, looked down at the paper, with just a phone number on it, back at the phone, wondering what the hell was going on. Woke this morning not a care in the world, pregnancy was fine, always was, and I had no idea why the doctor wanted me to quit work. Eleven hours later everything had gone to hell.

Phone clock turned to seven double ‘0’ and I dialed the number. Sally, his personal secretary answered, “Sylvia, listen, just listen, you were set up from the beginning, don’t sign anything. Dwayne needed a namesake for his father, or he doesn’t inherit one hundred-twenty million dollars, and the old man was given two years at the most, ten months ago. I’m–”

“Sally,” I cut her off, “already signed the papers.”

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry. He’d had my head if I said anything earlier, and I couldn’t chance it at work.” There was silence on the other end. “See an attorney, but I’ll never repeat this, and the number is a payphone.”

“Ah Sally,” I couldn’t wrap my head around this, “what do you mean the beginning?”

“I mean,” she hissed, “since your yearly evaluation. Dwayne is the one who put you on trash detail. You were targeted because you have no money to back you against him, half that money is yours. Better this way, you might have had an accident after the baby was–”

“What the hell does that mean?” Sally didn’t say anything. “Are we talking murder?”

“That’s all I can say about it. I’ve no proof, but I’ve worked with him a long time and know the people he knows. Just be careful, dear, very careful.” There was a pause. “Sylvia, I never had sex with him. I beat his ass and humiliated him, that’s all.”

“Thank you, for telling me this.” I sat there a second or two, then added, “Sally, next time beat his ass for me, preferably with a piece of barbed wire.”

“I will Sylvia, promise. I’m sorry, good luck. I’ll try to help out in the future, but don’t count on me to ever testify, I have family to take care of. Sylvia, I’m truly sorry.”

Phone went dead, and I sat there trying to visualize sixty million, even wrote it out on the paper. But why, because Dwayne was right, I still owed twenty thousand in student loans, and I’d never see one cent of that sixty million. Sure I could get another sleaze-ball lawyer to fight my sleaze-ball lawyer husband, for eternity, but how would I live.

Now I was pissed at the cock-sucker, then giggled, because I wasn’t mad he was sucking cock, hell, I did that, just mad because he was a cock-sucker. Deep down I wasn’t surprised, from the beginning I knew this guy did anything and everything to get what he was after. Had to wonder why he just didn’t get a surrogate, or– “Stupid!” I slapped my forehead. “He doesn’t like to share,” I said aloud. Never even saw his checkbook, much less one of his bank statements. I kept mine, for our relationship I didn’t think it was that big of deal.

It finally dawned on me, that prick would have killed me, and had one hundred-twenty million reasons why. Kept telling myself no way, it was impossible, but remembering his cold caresses and lifeless kisses I knew better. Now I had five months, well at least four to find some protection for me, or it might still happen.

Was easier than I thought, after cashing his check I called up Dwayne the next day, and was surprised he took the call. “Know what you did, played me from the beginning, knocked me up, your dad, the money, all of it, and do not, repeat do not care.”

“Really?” Dwayne snorted, “Then why am I talking to you?”

“Because I don’t want anything happening to me after Joseph is born.”

“Sylvia, don’t get all dramatic on me, it was a simple business negotiation, nothing personal.” Dwayne cleared his throat. “Who told you this fanciful bullshit?”

I wanted to tell him he was right, there wasn’t anything personal, cold-hearted prick. But kept my head, and played what I was dealt, a fact of life my father taught me. “Your partners drink too much and talk too much, while trying to get in my panties every time I see them.”

“Come on Sylvia,” he laughed, “that’s just business too, a little one-upmanship.”

Callous prick, and his cronies. “Dwayne, I have it all documented, and sent it like a damn chain letter. Anything happens to me, and a hundred get mailed off the first week, probably two hundred the second, and you get the picture. I took some of that check and hired five private detective agencies all over the state, to keep an eye on me every so often, and look for my obit or name in the news. I vanish, someone is going to take notice, and start looking.”

“There’s nothing to this Sylvia, nothing.” Dwayne took a deep breath. “It’s all in your head. I don’t need to harm you because…” It went quiet. “Sylvia, are you taping this?”

“Come on Dwayne,” I hissed, “you think I’ve lived with you long enough your sleazy tricks have rubbed off on me?” There was no answer. “No Dwayne, I’m not taping this.”

“Fine, but lets say hypothetically I wished to harm you, I would never have to resort to murder, not the mother of my child.”

“Right, your concern for me goes as far as me having the child, the end.” I knew there was more. “So, hypothetically what would happen?”

“Hypothetically?” Dwayne drummed a pencil on his desk, a definite tell he was debating on rather to reveal his complete strategy. “Alexander case, jury tampering, I’ve key evidence to the guilty party, and it wouldn’t be good for you. In fact I can about guarantee you spending every cent your family has to just get ten years in a federal prison, for each count. See Sylvia, I wouldn’t have to worry about you for, with good behavior fifteen, twenty years, and who knows what kind of accident you might have in a place like that.”

I remembered the case, and had interviewed a bunch of people, most who had nothing to do with the case. “Dwayne, I had very little to do with the case.”

“True, but it takes very little to get a conviction.” He paused. “Sylvia, I’ll double your severance deal, but that’s as far as I go.”

He was right, and I had given some of those people a paper explaining who and what I was doing. But, a picture of me handing them something, and even a forged canceled check I was totally screwed. “No, the original deal is fine.” I didn’t want to push him, and didn’t want any part of him, or his millions. Already had taken three baths trying to get his slimy feel off me, and I’d need another one or two after this phone call. “I’ll never fight you over a red cent, and will sign anything you want saying as much. You honor that paper, and your son, by putting him in your will, I don’t care if it’s for a tenth of your estate, just something. Dwayne, I just don’t want to be harmed, I’m no threat unless you make me one.”

“Alright Sylvia, was just hypothetical, and you know I’d rather make a deal. So, it’s done, I’ll have a document drawn up in an hour.”

“Good, oh Dwayne, I think you might really grow fond of this boy, I truly hope so. Hope he even turns you half human. But know this, he turns eighteen, I’m not there and he’ll get a copy of what his father truly is. That’s not hypothetical, you fuc–”

“Sylvia,” Dwayne cut in politely, “you’ve made your point. Swear to you, on my soul, I’ll never harm you. And to show you there are no hard feelings, what did you spend setting this all up? I’ll reimburse you.”

Wanted to tell him he didn’t have a soul to swear on, lost it long ago, but he’d just agree. “Ten thousand, but I just want you off my ass, and me not looking over my back. Will never be a problem, just want to raise our son.”

“Done, cashier’s check will be with the document. Again I apologize for you taking it personal, just business, a tactical decision.”

Fuck! I wanted to spit in his face. “I don’t take it personal, good-bye Dwayne.” Amazingly I didn’t cry, not a tear, spit on, or at the phone a bit, then went and took a hot bath.

* * *

Dwayne left me alone, but so did everyone else. I couldn’t get an interview with any firm, much less a job. Told my family and everyone else, we had nothing really in common. My dad was a dad. “Don’t give a shit how much money he had, Princess, he was an asshole, and an old one at that. You can do a lot better.” He owned a plumbing supply in San Diego, my mother was bookkeeper there before they married, and they had me when they were in their late thirties.

“Honey,” my mom got on the extension, “did you kick him in the nuts? Because your father will fly out and do it, no problem. Be there on the next flight.”

“Mom thanks, but keep dad there. I’m fine, and I don’t want Joey growing up having complications over all this.”

“That’s very smart, baby,” mom had to add, “but if I see him, I’ll kick him in the nuts.”

“Mom, no kicking, and I doubt you could hit them.”

“Good one honey, useless prick was he?”

“Mom, behave.” I took a deep breath. “Listen, I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything, baby.”

“That’s right Princess,” dad said, “name it.”

“If you ever do run into Dwayne, not a word. I walked out on him, and do not need this complicated, and definitely do not need a legal battle. You’ll probably never see him, but if you do, ignore him, got it?”

“Yes baby,” there was a pause from my mom, “just crossed my heart sweetie.”

“He’s a dickhead–”

“Bill, promise.”

“Fine, fine!” My dad sighed. “Princess, swear, if I see him I’ll ignore the dickhead.”

I had Joey, two months later Dwayne’s father died, and he became filthy rich, or double filthy rich, seeing as he was already rich. Dwayne didn’t bother me and Jeff drove a nanny over to pick up Joey now and then. I told the prick the only limit I put on him seeing the baby, he had to be there. None of this being with the damn nanny all weekend, because it was his time. He agreed, and like I figured he didn’t see Joey much.

Four months after the birth I took a part-time job at some ambulance-chasing firm, best I could do, but it might save my sanity. Didn’t need the money, because Dwayne’s was plenty, seeing as I didn’t have a champagne appetite when it came to anything.

First thing I did on the job was write up a tactical battle plan on how I would attack my dating situation, or lack thereof. I had a two-page checklist of red flags, then re-arranged them in order of their offensiveness. Being a criminal lawyer, and thorough, I started off with child molester, then murderer as my top two don’ts. Over the coming months priorities changed, and the list was revised, or I had such a lousy date things were added to my list.

* * *

All this came back to me as this David had been droning on about David. In my head he was Donkey-Dick Dave, and I snickered every time he said David, which was a lot. I swear I wanted to drive a stake through his heart, instead I ordered my third pina colada. Grinning Lila sighed, “Another triple, dear?”

Gulping away at my drink I sat there thinking number one on the list was now going to be men who referred to themselves in the first person. David must have thought David was going to get lucky the way I was chugging drinks, and David ordered another. Obviously this line of prattle had worked well on Pat, and my anger was re-focused on her. This guy was a moron, not much of an excuse, but there wasn’t much you could do about that. Her on the other hand, set me up knowing this guy was a moron. I don’t care if his tailor had to make three-legged slacks, and my orgasmic screams shattered glass, it wasn’t worth it.

Was debating on how I would kill her, then I see Pat pulling up in a cab. “Excuse, I need to use the ladies’ room.” Halfway there I thought about just putting men at the number one don’t. Now I had Pat to contend with, and I was pretty sure I knew why she was here.

Sitting there peeing it comes to me, all the rum in the Caribbean wasn’t going to salvage this evening, and I didn’t need to wake up hung-over, or in bed with those two. So, I killed two birds with one stone and called a cab. Hope David gave David my drink, or better yet shoved it up David’s ass, then Pat’s.

I come out of the bathroom, and Lila is waiting for me. “Hi honey, use the side door, he’ll never see you, her neither.” She handed me a napkin. “Home number sweetie, if you ever want to go out on a real date, and have a good time, give me a call.”

“Ah,” besides the number her name was only thing on the napkin, “I’m not gay, or bi.”

“Yeah sure?” She was an inch taller than me, muscular build, short blonde hair, good-looking. Lila ran her finger down my cheek. “Are you really sure?”

“Yeah,” I snickered, “pretty sure.”

“Um-m,” she looked me over, and licked her full lips, “wouldn’t mind putting that to the test, anytime, anywhere, and I’ll guarantee you plenty of pleasure.”

“Well, thank you, I’ll think about it.” I put the napkin in my purse. “Oh, and thank you for helping me escape from him and her.”

“You mean Dave-Dave and Pat the maniac groper, if you know what I mean?” She laughed, at Pat’s favorite saying. “Just saving Paulo from cleaning up a mess. Your date is known for wearing as many meals as he eats here, and she tends to create disturbances in the bathrooms, she likes it public. If she’s still here at closing, she’ll do everyone. Hell, I’ve seen her do more than a dozen plenty of times, and never miss a drop. She likes getting double-teamed while eating pussy. Dave-Dave gets her cast-offs, but would score a lot more if he just didn’t talk.” Lila pointed. “Your cab is here, sweetheart, give me a call when you want that answer.”

“Don’t need an answer, I’m not gay.”

* * *

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en before. I had a feeling I knew what was going on, and I sure hoped I was right. As I walked towards our bedroom my suspicions were confirmed when I heard the unmistakable sound of Kristy, my wife, having a huge orgasm.

Now most guys would be finding the nearest blunt object to go beat the living shit out of the guy that was fucking his wife. But, we had discussed this possibility many times. We agreed that if she found a guy she wanted, that was open minded and was ok with a threesome, that she could bring him home and get started without me. Finally, I was thinking, I had waited a long time for this to happen.

I made it to the end of the hall and leaned against the door jamb, wanting to take in the sight in front of me before I joined in. There was my absolutely gorgeous wife riding a very large, very hard cock reverse cowgirl. She was facing me with her legs spread wide. I could clearly see her shaved, dripping wet pussy being stretched wide open by her new friend. Her stomach and thighs were still quivering from the after effects of the climax I had heard a short time before. Her eyes were closed and her breath was coming in short quick gasps. There is not a sight on this planet that is more beautiful than a sexy woman in ecstasy.

Let me describe her: She was 19 at the time, 5’1”, maybe 100lbs soaking wet and fully clothed, her tits a perfect B cup with nipples the size of pencil erasers. Her body was slim, trim, and toned in all the right places.

I slowly undressed right there where I was standing, not taking my eyes off of the incredibly hot action on the bed. Kristy was slowly rocking back and forth, her new friends cock deep in her tight little pussy. She was so wet I could see her juices running down over his shaved balls. Neither of them noticed I was there until I was all the way undressed and had climbed onto the foot of the bed.

Kristy opened her eyes, startled for a moment before her face lit up with a huge smile.

“Welcome home honey” She said.

I smiled back, “Hi baby” I replied.

“This is Dave, Dave meet Brian, my husband, Brian this is Dave.” She said in a mockingly formal manner.

It was a bit surreal as Dave and I shook hands.

“So, Dave, you like my wife’s pussy?” I asked, smiling.

“Oh, Fuck yes” was all he could manage. Kristy hadn’t missed a beat and was still rocking back and forth on his cock. I could see her stomach muscles clenching and relaxing and knew from experience how awesome that felt. I didn’t blame him for being almost incoherent.

I crawled up the bed a bit and straddled Dave’s thighs, taking Kristy in my arms. I pulled her close, my hard throbbing cock pushing into her belly, and kissed her deep and hard. I finally broke our kiss and moved down, nibbling on her neck as I palmed both of her perfect tits. I took both of her nipples in my fingers and pinched lightly as I was kissing and biting her neck.

She pushed my head down, so I took the hint and sucked one nipple and then the other deep into my mouth, biting gently. This set her off again, screaming “Oh Fuck!” as she came. I could feel her entire body trembling uncontrollably in my arms. Dave’s breathing was coming hard and fast, he was making little grunting, groaning sounds, his head moving from side to side as he enjoyed feeling her pussy clamp down around his cock.

Still sucking and biting her nipples I reached down with one hand and started slowly circling her engorged clit with my fingers. She gasped, tensed, and came again quick and hard. I decided right then that I was going to make her cum more and harder than she ever had before.

Again, I felt gentle downward pressure on my head. I looked up into her beautiful blue eyes with a questioning look on my face.

“Lick my clit, baby” she whispered.

I was a little surprised, and to tell the truth a little concerned. There was another mans cock down there after all. I moved down slowly, sucking, kissing, and licking my way to her sweet pussy. The closer I got the more turned on she became, if that was possible. I finally made it, flattening my tongue and pushing on her clit. I started slowly and gently, it was mostly her moving against me as she rode up and down Dave’s cock.

As I got more turned on I licked harder and faster, my tongue traveling further each time. Suddenly I noticed a distinctly different taste and texture. Opening my eyes I realized with a shock that I had just accidentally licked Dave’s cock where it was sliding in and out of Kristy. I quickly moved back up to her clit and shortened my licks. We continued this for awhile, with Kristy cumming hard several more times.

Between my licking and Dave’s cock, Kristy was reduced to her base sexual instinct. She was nothing more than a sexual animal craving fulfillment by this time. I licked harder and faster, wanting to give her more and more pleasure. I tasted that distinct difference again, and again moved up a bit. “That really wasn’t that bad” I thought to myself, “I wouldn’t mind trying that more” but I didn’t want to freak either Dave or Kristy out by being blatant about it. Little did I know that is exactly what they both wanted.

I finally let myself go, licking up and down her dripping pussy, every few licks I’d let myself go a little lower to get a little different taste, feeling and tasting Dave’s hard cock with my tongue. Every time I did that I could hear him moan a little louder and feel him push his hips up off the bed a little farther. I guessed by now he had to know it wasn’t a slip, that I was doing it on purpose. By his reaction I hoped that it was ok.

This was confirmed the next time I went lower and felt a hand on the back of my head, gently pushing my mouth down. “What the hell” I thought, as I licked the full length of his exposed cock for the first time. I tasted the familiar sweetness of Kristy’s pussy, and something else. A masculine musk, raw flesh, testosterone, it was delicious. I felt Kristy shift, and opened my eyes and looked up to see her looking down at me. I was relieved as I saw her smile and saw her eyes glaze over with lust as she watched me licking Dave’s cock up and down. She tensed and came hard once again, this time collapsing back onto his chest, losing all control.

I crawled up and laid down beside them, pulling Kristy off of Dave, her back to me. I held her close as she trembled and shuddered, her orgasm still coursing through her lithe body. After a few minutes her eyes slowly opened and her breathing began to return to some semblance of normal.

“Oh, My God”, she whispered.

“Welcome back love” I replied, “You ok?”

“Fuck yes, that was amazing!” she said, as she pressed her ass back into my now aching, very hard, and throbbing cock. “Fuck me!”.

I reached down and placed my cock at the opening of her drenched pussy, sliding my cock deep into her in one long stroke. I saw her reach over and take Dave into her hand, for the first time I saw his entire cock, up until now it had been buried inside her. He was at least 9 inches long and so thick she couldn’t wrap her hand all the way around him. I laid behind her and fucked her with long slow strokes as I enjoyed the sight of her small hand sliding up and down his engorged cock.

She let go of his cock and pointed to the bed beside her head.

“Kneel up here Dave, I want to suck you” she said.

He didn’t waste any time complying with her wish, no man in his right mind would. I propped myself up on one elbow so I could get a better look. I had always wanted to see what she looked like with another mans cock in her cute little mouth. I was not disappointed at all, it was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.

I continued to slowly fuck her, wanting this to last as long as I could. I watched as her little tongue darted out, licking him all over. Her hand moving his cock around so she could get everywhere she wanted to be. Her mouth opening and his cock disappearing inside a little at a time. I could hear her struggling to breathe through her nose as she took more and more of him into her mouth. Every once in awhile she would slowly slide him back out, then I could see her cheeks collapse as she sucked hard and took him into her mouth again.

Each time she took him a little deeper. I was amazed at how much of him she was sucking. She had deep throated me before, several times, I am no slouch at 8 inches but I wasn’t anywhere near as thick as he was. She seemed determined to take it all, and after working at it she did. The sight of all that cock disappearing into her little mouth was the hottest thing I’d seen. She held him deep for a few seconds, then slowly pulled off. After gasping for air she sucking him in again, this time all the way down without a pause.

Dave was moaning uncontrollably by this point, I don’t know how he was holding himself back from filling her mouth. Kristy was whimpering around his cock, her body trembling and her pussy contracting around my cock, having one long continuous orgasm. Each time she would hold his cock deep in her throat for a few seconds before slowly drawing him out, then back down again.

After several minutes of this Dave finally cried out that he was going to cum, but Kristy had other ideas. She pulled her mouth off and squeezed the base of his cock firmly, stopping his impending climax. Kristy laid her head down to catch her breath as she continued to hold his cock, stroking him ever so slowly to keep him close to the edge.

I had sped up and was fucking her harder and faster than before, but still slowly compared to what I really wanted to do. I wanted to see exactly where this was going, what it was she had in mind. I leaned my head down a bit and was sucking, kissing, and nibbling on her neck when I found out. She had pulled Dave forward a bit so that when I raised my head his cock was just a few inches away. She was holding him, pointing his cock directly at my mouth.

I looked down at her, she smiled and didn’t say anything. She motioned with her eyes and made clear with her facial expression what she wanted me to do. She was so damned cute laying there, a look of unbridled ecstasy, her eyes glazed over with lust, looking up at me longingly, biting her lip sexily. I knew exactly what she was hoping for and once again thought “what the hell”.

I leaned forward slightly, my tongue flicking out and licking the head of Dave’s cock. The taste was different yet again. No hint of Kristy’s pussy this time, just pure man, pure cock. After that taste I couldn’t resist more. I licked in earnest, all over, everywhere I could get to. Kristy was moving his cock around so I didn’t miss a spot. I opened my mouth and slowly sucked his head in, reveling in the taste and texture of his cock.

I slid his cock in my mouth a bit further, sucking hard and working all around with my tongue. I could hear him moaning loudly, and could feel Kristy cumming even harder now.

“That is so fucking sexy” I heard her whimper.

I started to move my head back and forth, sucking hard, fucking his beautiful cock with my mouth. Each time I took a little more into my mouth, I wanted to see how deep I could suck him. I was lost in lust, my aching, throbbing cock buried deep in my wife‘s perfect pussy. Sliding a hard cock in and out of my mouth, wanting more and more, loving every second of it. I kept taking him deeper and deeper. I learned quickly how to swallow and control my gag reflex. I did to him everything that I knew I enjoyed. I kept sucking, deeper and harder, taking more and more. I was surprised as I felt my lips bump her hand. Kristy was still holding the base of his cock, directing it into my mouth. I couldn’t believe I had taken all of him, I was amazed, shocked, proud.

“Oh Fuck, here it comes” I barely heard Dave yell out.

Kristy leaned back into me, forcing my mouth off of his cock right as he started to cum. She directed his cock at her face, then mine. His hot cum splashing us both, drenching our faces. She took him into her mouth, then placed him in my mouth, both of us getting a spurt or two. The taste was amazing. So good, thick and creamy, I wanted more. He had held off cumming for so long his orgasm was huge. I couldn’t believe how much cum he had for us. Our faces were dripping by the time he collapsed on the bed beside us.

I suddenly couldn’t hold back anymore and shot my load deep into Kristy’s tight, hot, incredibly wet pussy. After catching my breath I slowly pulled out, letting her lay on her back. I looked lovingly down into her eyes, smiling back at her. She reached up and grabbed my head, pulling it down, kissing me deep and sharing Dave’s cum. She proceeded to lick his juice off of my face, kissing me again to share, and I did the same for her.

We looked over at Dave, who was slowly recovering beside us.

“Dave, my pussy is full” she said with a smile.

He got a huge grin on his face as he scooted down and buried his face between her thighs. He cleaned out her dripping pussy with his tongue, making her cum again in the process. He crawled back up beside her, kissing her deeply, sharing what he had found. She then kissed me, sharing our combined juices.

I was in Heaven.

So, I tried it. It was amazing, wonderful, delightful, delicious. It was something I would want to do (and do) again, and again. My suppressed desire had been set free and ignited, burning hot and fierce. Never to be snuffed out again.

This is a true story, no embellishments. Kristy and I got together with Dave many more times. More was explored, in depth. There was never any jealousy or shame with anything we did and no regret is felt even today, 15 years later.

I will write down some of these other experiences, if there is a desire to read about them.

my face looked at her down in the yard and tasted her dirty panties. i was standing there a while rubbing my dick.

all of a sudden i hear what the fuck you doing. i never head my wive come home. all i could do is stand there. she waked over to the window ,looked out and said that's your sister down ! your jacking off looking at your sister! she dropped to her knees and said keep looking and started sucking my cock.

looking at my sister i imagined her sucking my dick. and when i came like my wive my sister drank down ever drop.

after dinner that night my wive went to take a shower . when my sister said i saw u and your wive looking at me threw my bedroom window and my black thong panties are missing. i just look at her .

when my wive finished her shower she found me tied to the bed wear nothing but my sisters black panties. from behind her she heard my sister say ,if he likes them so much i thougt he should wear them. my wive said now what. i saw you looking at me to so i think you should watch me now sit in the chair next to the bed.

my sister tied my wive to the chair and told her that both of us are going to be punished.she weht to a bag she put under the bed. she pulled out a leather whip came over to me. your a bad boy ran the whip up and down my body. then she whip my cock . then went to my wive looked back at me and ask ,this bitch bad to? i said ,how sis asked she sucked me off while i looked at you thougth the window. she looked at my wive and said you slut ,i know what you need , she pull out a 9 inch dildo and started to put it in her ass. after about 3inches she pulled it out said this needs to be wetter slid it in her cunt then 6 inches in her ass then made her deep in her mouth then all9 inches up her ass.

that made me so hard watching at till i got the same then my sister mad me eat her ass then her cunt when she came she rubed it all over my face

she asked if i wanted her to make me cum. with a smile i said yes. but you need to do one thing for me first. she wispered in my ear,un tied me and i got up stood on the bed face my wive said, you nasty cunt this is what you need and pissed all over her.

i turned and looked at my sister . she told me i did good. i laid on my back and she raped he pussy around my cock . she rode it and made me cum inside her while she looked at my wive.

then i ate my wive as she ate my sister . my wive cum so hard.

the rest of the summer was great. to this day my wive and i still love kinky sex and my sis still is a part of our sex live.

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slumber-land for just a little longer. Of course, the sun had different plans and one cannot argue with the sun when its horrible, golden, life-giving rays are pounding down upon one's face now can they? Lousy effing sun.

With a pitiful groan, Harry slowly woke up. He continued to lie in bed as he looked up at the ceiling without his glasses for a good long time. After he was satisfied that the ceiling had been stared at long enough, and after he had gotten thoroughly bored with said activity, Harry surveyed the room and it contents for a moment until his blurry eyes fell on his tiny desk. The desk was littered with bits of parchment, old newspapers and a number of framed photos.

His eyes tried unsuccessfully to focus on a picture of what appeared to be himself, Hermione, and Ron taken around their first year at Hogwarts. His vision then slipped to a picture of a raven haired man snuggling on a couch with a red-haired woman. Harry's heart sank as his mind replayed his short relationship with that red-haired woman. At the beginning of his sixth year, Harry finally noticed that Ginny was a woman, a beautiful one at that, with boobs and bouncing, shiny hair. Of course he had to end the fledgling relationship at the end of the school year for Ginny's safety. Harry knew that anyone who he considered his girlfriend would be a target for Voldemort and his asslick... err... that is bootlickers. He hated hurting Ginny's feelings and being lonely himself, but it had to be done, for her sake.

After lying in his bed while somehow simultaneously berating and congratulating himself on his decision to break up with Ginny, Harry forced himself to get up. The young wizard stood and stretched his arms. After wiping the sleep from his eyes, Harry finally put on his glasses and took note of the time. It was barely half past six in the morning and his relatives wouldn't be up for a little while. Not that it mattered anyway; his Aunt, Uncle and cousin had done their best to ignore Harry these past few weeks, and he did the same to them. It was mutually beneficial. Of course, Harry knew that the Dursleys were planning a very large "going away" party the day after his birthday, the day after he was supposed to leave their house forever.

His eyes fell back to the picture of Ginny and himself on the desk and Harry's heart stopped beating for one full second. The man in the picture looked exactly like he did and the woman looked very similar to Ginny. The only problem was that it wasn't Harry and Ginny snuggling in the picture. It was Harry's mum and dad, Lily and James. Harry broke out in a cold sweat as a sudden realization dawned upon him:

'Ginny looks like my mum!'

He'd lusted after a girl who physically reminded him of his mother!

Harry a spent a good portion of the previous school year snogging a girl that looked like his mother! Harry felt very ill. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear Freud giggling like a school-boy at the thought of Harry being attracted to a girl who looked like his mother! The room started to spin wildly and last night's dinner threatened to escape his body in ways it wasn't supposed to.

After rushing to the bathroom, Harry emptied his entire stomach into the toilet. 'That's odd; I don't remember having corn last night.' His mind kept remembering what Ginny's (the woman who looked like his mother) lips felt like when he kissed them. That's when the dry heaves kicked in. Harry tried to wretch some more but there was nothing left to vomit. An image of him cupping Ginny's small breast ripped through his mind and a small thought was attached to that image: 'Were mum's tits like that?'

"Holy Christ!" Harry shouted and banged his head against the toilet in a futile attempt to rid his mind of the troubling images him fondling a girl who looked like his mother! That or knock himself out, which ever came first.

He suddenly felt very, very, very dirty. He remembered how aroused he was when Ginny had shoved her tongue into his mouth, but Harry now thought idly if his mother's tongue moved like Ginny's. Then the most horrid of question's entered the young man's mind: "If Ginny looks like my mother, does she taste like her, too?'

Harry groaned pitifully as he snatched a toothbrush off the counter. It could've been Dudley's but Harry didn't care (the corpulent boy hardly used it anyway). He squeezed a sizable dollop of tooth-paste on the bristles and began to brush vigorously. After Harry had used up half the tube of tooth-paste and thirty-five minutes of aggressively brushing his teeth, gums, and tongue, his cousin Dudley walked into the bathroom. The enormously fat boy looked in horror at the site (1) before him: his freak of a relative was hunched over the basin with a copious amount of foam covering the lower half of his face and dripping from his mouth.

Harry turned to his cousin and tried to shout: "GET OUT OF HERE!" Unfortunately, because of all the foam in his mouth, all Harry could muster was something like "GHTE TOOUE OV HERGELTH!" A fortunate side effect of this outburst was that Dudley's rotund face was coated with spittle and mint-scented foam as Harry spat and sprayed his demand. Harry could hear Dudley screaming like a terrified little girl as he ran down the stairs, out of the house, and into the street in his pajamas and fuzzy slippers.

After a scalding hot shower where Harry not only used up the hot water from # 4, but conceivably the rest of the block's hot water as well, Harry walked into his room and saw something quite unusual. He saw a ghost with what looked like leather armor sitting on his bed. Harry had never seen a ghost outside of school, but the most peculiar thing about this ghost was that he was somehow holding the most recent edition of The Sun newspaper, even though ghosts couldn't hold anything normally. But the oddest thing was that the unknown spirit had it opened to the infamous Page Three.

"Oh yeah, that's what I like," the ghost said lustfully, unaware that Harry had entered the room. "I bet you liked to be spanked don't you, you saucy wench!"

"Um, excuse me..." interjected Harry, but the ghost ignored him as he continued to ogle the young topless nymph on the page.

"Cor, look at those nibblers! Poor thing must be cold..." grunted the ghost as his right hand left the newspaper and started to reach for his lap.

"EXCUSE ME!" shouted Harry in a mortified tone. The ghost lowered The Sun and looked at Harry. The specter grinned at him and stood up. Thankfully for the young wizard, the ghost used The Sun as a crotch guard so that his "state" was hidden from sight from the already overwrought wizard.

"Sorry 'bout that, Harry. You were taking so long in the shower, and a man has needs you know..." stated the ghost. Harry was taken back that this strange ghost knew his name. "Sorry about the scare, how are you boy?" asked the ghost.

"I'm fine," answered Harry and then asked; "who are you?"

"Oh, I'm just grand thanks for asking," replied the unknown ghost. "That's very nice of you; you know, too many folk these days are so rude."

"Pardon, but I didn't ask 'how are you,' I asked 'who are you?'" Harry repeated, a bit irritated.

"Oh, sorry 'bout that," the ghost responded completely perplexed and a little offended. "You don't recognize me?" to which Harry shook his head, "What, did you fall asleep in History of Magic?"

"Yes," responded Harry, "quite often actually."

"Well, I'm Godric Gryffindor!" the ghost replied theatrically and struck a heroic pose.

Harry was a bit awestruck; here was the ghost of Gryffindor, one of the founders of the finest Wizarding School in the world standing in Harry's tiny bedroom. Harry's reverence quickly turned into disgust as he noticed that when Gryffindor struck his heroic pose that he dropped his newspaper and that it was apparent that the ghost was still aroused. Harry held his hand in front of his face in an attempt to block the ghost's crotch from view.

"Um, what do you want?" Harry asked, quite disturbed that he now knew with certainty due to the ghost's partial arousal that Godric Gryffindor "dressed right."

"Well aren't you gonna ask how I am?" the ghost questioned.

"I already did," Harry retorted, "and you said you were 'just grand.'"

"No, you asked who I was, not how I was. It was an understandable mistake on my part seeing how you young people tend to mutter."

"I don't mutter," Harry muttered.

"I think we should proceed with formalities before I continue," Gryffindor finished with an air of arrogance.

"Alright have it your way, how are you?" asked Harry. A tiny headache started to form behind the young man's eyes.

"Well, I was just grand until I met this rude man today," the ghost responded a bit put out.

"Sorry 'bout that," Harry huffed through clenched teeth. The tiny headache grew slightly so that it was now an annoying headache.

"It's okay, I suppose," Gryffindor said as he sat back down on Harry's bed. "I came here today to help you in you quest for Voldemort's Horcuxes."

"How do you know about that?" Harry asked, with a great deal of surprise. As far as he knew, only Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, and himself knew about the so-called quest.

"The old codger told me about it," the ghost responded. "I know of a useful tool you can use to destroy the Horcuxes when you find them."

"What is it?" Harry asked, eager for any help he could get.

"Aren't you going to say 'please'?" Gryffindor asked with a pout. Harry's annoying headache exploded into a full fledged migraine.

"Oh, sod off you silly old bugger!" Harry hissed.

"Oh my, such language!" the ghost said with mock offence. "Fine, spoil my fun, it's my old sword."

"The sword of Gryffindor?" Harry asked.

"Didn't I just say that? D'ya need to clean out your ears, boy?"

"No, I don't!" Harry barked as his normal full fledged migraine turned into a throbbing full fledged migraine. "I just don't see how the sword could help me."

"Dumbledore didn't tell me you were daft," Gryffindor said sadly. "It's a sword! You swing it and it cuts things! You can use it to destroy the Horcuxes!"

"Couldn't I just use a heavy rock to break them? Why would I need your sword?"

"Dumbledore used a rock on that ring, that's how his hand got all burnt," the ghost answered. "The sword has charms on it to protect you."

"Oh," said Harry simply.

"'Oh' he says," Gryffindor mocked. "Also, if you're close enough to the site where the Horcux is, the sword can function as a divining rod to locate the blasted thing."

"Okay, that'll be helpful. When I turn seventeen in two days, and get freedom from this place, I'll go to Hogwarts and fetch your sword."

"No, do it now!" commanded Gryffindor. "Why wait?"

"Because I have to stay here until I turn seventeen," Harry said to which the ghost made a "pfft" noise. Harry ignored Gryffindor and continued. "Besides, there are members of the Order watching me. I just can't up and leave. They would stop me and shove me back in here and tell me to wait two days."

"Fine, I didn't want to tell you this but the sword will be rendered worthless if you don't claim it by tomorrow," stated Gryffindor seriously. "The charms around the sword will drop if it doesn't have someone to wield it."

"Alright, I'll go out there and tell the Order member about the sword and why I need it." Harry said.

"Good plan; tell them and risk having them tell someone else about the Horcruxes and then risk them telling someone else and so on until Voldemort finds out and moves the Horcrux and then you're completely screwed," Gryffindor said. The ghost's words sunk in and Harry knew that it could possibly end up that way.

"Okay, but then I'll need some sort of distraction so I can slip away from the house without being seen," Harry said aloud.

"I'm sure you know someone clever enough to help you with that," the ghost offered.

"Brilliant, I'll Owl the twins!" Harry exclaimed. He quickly went to his desk and began to write a letter to Fred and George. "They know loads of tricks to fool the Order."

"cough Hermione cough" Gryffindor 'coughed' loudly behind Harry.

"Excuse me, what was that?"

"Me? Oh nothing," Gryffindor replied, and pointed to his throat. "Just a tickle."

"Fine then, let me just write this letter," stated Harry as he turned his attention back to the parchment. Just as Harry scrawled out the words: "Dear Fred and George," on the paper, Gryffindor conveniently "coughed" again.

"cough Hermione cough Hermione cough"

"I'm sorry, but would you like for me to write to Hermione instead?" Harry asked petulantly.

"I really shouldn't interfere with the living so much," the ghost said innocently, "but I hear that the young witch is exceedingly clever."

Harry crumpled the parchment he was working on and got a fresh one. He simply wrote:

Hermione,

I need your help.

Harry

The bespectacled man attached the letter to Hedwig's leg and the owl flew out of the window.

"Now sit down boy, we have some time to kill until you friend replies to your post," Gryffindor ordered. "Let me tell you a few stories... stories about the prettiest woman I ever shagged; Rowena Ravenclaw."

For the next ninety-seven and a half minutes, Gryffindor traumatized Harry with stories of his sexual exploits with one of the other founders of Hogwarts. Harry wondered at one point if Ravenclaw had minded that Gryffindor had stuck his wand (mind you it wasn't his figurative wand, but his actual wand; ten inches made of birch, "My other wand isn't so small if you know what I mean.") in that 'place' and wondered, too, if she had gotten splinters. Harry also learned that the Shrieking Shack that Remus used when he went to Hogwarts as a student wasn't the first place to use that particular title; apparently, it was also the name given to Ravenclaw's personal quarters. Gryffindor concluded with the gem "Brainy birds are always naughty."

Gryffindor clapped his hands and asked: "Now that's done what would you like for me to talk to you about?"

"Oh god, please nothing," Harry murmured in fear. "Please, no more."

"Alright then, how about a game of strip Parcheesi?"

Harry had started to make a mad dash for the door when he heard a familiar BANG from the street below. Harry turned to see a three-tiered purple bus parked outside his relatives' house. He also noticed with a happy heart that the ghost of Godric Gryffindor had disappeared.

Another loud bang signified the Knight Bus disappearing again. Harry made his way to the front door. When he reached for the door-knob, someone pressed the buzzer. Harry opened the door to find a very perturbed and upset Hermione.

"You needed my help?" Hermione demanded.

"Hello Hermione, nice to see you too. I'm fine, thanks for asking," Harry greeted her with just a touch of sarcasm.

"Oh, can it Harry," she replied irritably, "I've had a rotten day."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Harry began to apologize.

"Actually I should thank you," Hermione interrupted and she walked into the Dursley house. As Hermione walked past Harry, he noticed a pleasing musky odor, like an old book, wafting off the young witch. Harry rationalized that she must've been reading one of her ancient tomes on the Bus. "You saved me from that lecherous git."

Harry wondered briefly if Hermione had been visited by Gryffindor's ghost as well.

After Harry led his friend into his room, he asked her what was troubling her. He had decided to talk to Hermione about the sword after he made sure Hermione was alright.

"I just came from the Burrow," began Hermione as she sat down on his bed. "I decided to spend some quality time with Ron because we're together now. I had started to talk about us, what we like, what we do in our free time, and what not. Well, after I had exhausted my knowledge of all-things Quidditch and began to discus other topics, Ron started to doze off! He literally had drool coming out of the side of his mouth!

"So I decided that we would have to do something else, seeing how I was boring him into a stupor." Hermione continued and Harry sat close to her. "I asked him, after I was finally able to wake him of course, if he wanted to do something; perhaps take a nice walk around the forest behind the Burrow.

"He completely discounted my idea and came up with one of his own. And what was this brilliant idea of his? Snogging! He said 'let's snog' and grabbed my tit like this!" Hermione demonstrated by seizing her right breast and shoving it up. This action led to several other things. The first thing was that Hermione accidentally unbuttoned three buttons on her blouse, but she was too angry to notice. This action led directly into the second action, because of her breast being shoved up and the accidental unbuttoning incident, Hermione's right breast was exposed quite a bit more than she had intended. Which led to the third and final action: Harry noticed for the first time that his friend Hermione had rather nice boobs.

They weren't overly large, maybe slightly larger than a handful, but they were definitely an improvement on Ginny's. They also appeared to be delectably firm, something that he would like to suckl...

'OH MY GOD!' Harry's mind screamed. 'What the hell do you think you're doing, Potter? She's you best friend! Stop looking at Hermione's lovely... er... wonderful... boobs...' Harry's upper-mind ceased its self-recrimination as Hermione dropped her breast as yet another button flew free, unbeknownst to the blouse's owner, and her enticing cleavage was revealed to poor Harry. The Boy-Who-Lived was mesmerized by the way his friend's milky flesh curved and then disappeared cruelly behind her white cotton bra. That damn bra mocked Harry, teasing the young man, saying: 'There's more underneath, more to see... and they are called nipples!'

'STOP IT!' Harry's upper brain took over and tore his eyes away from his friend's glorious mounds. Luckily for Harry, Hermione didn't notice where his eyes seemed to have been glued for the past few seconds. And even more fortuitous, she didn't notice 'Harry, Jr.' trying to free himself from his damn denim prison and give a proper 'Hello' to her. Because if she did notice, she would have known that her friend was a true Gryffindor in that he, like the house founder "dressed right."

"...I told him; 'NO, not yet. Let's talk for a bit.' And then he said, 'Talk about what?'" the brunette witch continued. "I couldn't think of anything to talk about! It hit me; we have two things in common. First, we argue constantly, and secondly, you're our best friend Harry."

"Um, thanks... I like friends," Harry said dumbly, half-listening, half-wishing that 'Harry, Jr.' would stand down, before Hermione noticed his state of arousal.

"I wish Ron and I were like you and Ginny," Hermione stated. With the mention of Ginny's name, Harry had gotten his wish; 'Harry, Jr.' went into sudden hibernation. "I know you two broke up, but you have loads in common. You both like to play Quidditch and... and... and..."

Hermione stopped for a good long time. Harry would often see her go into these lapses whenever she was faced with a perplexing question. Her eyes would burn intensely as she worried her lip. No difficult challenge stood in the way of the awesome mental powers of Hermione Jane Granger, smartest witch in her generation, when she put her mind to it.

"And you were both possessed by Voldemort," Hermione offered after a good minute of deep thought. "And..." Hermione began to slip back into her "deep-thought mode" when Harry offered some food for thought:

"And she looks like my mum," Harry said pointing to the photo of his mother and father on his desk. Hermione scrutinized the photo for a second before becoming quite pale, then green.

"Oh, my god, that's disturbing," said Hermione as she took a deep calming breath.

"Tell me about it," Harry stated.

"And you kissed her!" Hermione said shocked.

"Don't remind me!" pleaded Harry as he felt nauseous once again.

"At least you didn't tongue kiss her..." Hermione paused as she saw the guilty look on his face. "Oh, my GOD! You tongue kissed a girl who looks like your mother!"

"Hermione, please... stop," whined Harry.

"Please tell me you at least didn't feel her up, Harry."

"Um..."

"Wait! DON'T TELL ME!" Hermione demanded.

Hermione stood up and began pacing the room. On her third pass, Harry's nausea was replaced with arousal when he noticed how Hermione's slacks hugged her bum. 'Harry, Jr.' woke up once more shouting, 'It's play time.'

"Why can't Ron and I and Ginny and you be like the two of us? The way we are," Hermione questioned. "You and I have so much in common. We were both raised in the Muggle world..."

"... So the magical world is new and fascinating to us every day." Harry finished Hermione's statement automatically. He had to finish it automatically because his conscious mind was amazed at how supple and yet firm Hermione's bottom looked. For the first time in his life, Harry was glad that he wore his cousin's cast-offs. The circus tent that passed for pants helped hide his state.

"We both enjoy going to Hogwarts," continued Hermione. "And we both excel in at least one class. You're tops in Defense...

"... And you are great at Charms, Transfigurations, and pretty much everything..."

"We both like tutoring," Hermione offered. "You were brilliant with the DA. I mean you taught two of us how to cast a corporeal Patronus!"

"And you were brilliant teaching me the summoning charm to get past the first task. Heck, everyone in Gryffindor would've failed all their classes if you didn't help us out."

When Hermione stopped pacing and stood in front of Harry, he noticed that she appeared... flushed. She had a rosy bloom all over her exposed skin; especially on her lovely... wonderful... boobs.

"We're both quick witted and clever," Hermione said licking her lips as if she was anticipating something.

"I tricked Malfoy into freeing Dobby," said Harry. "And you tricked both Skeeter and Umbridge into doing things that needed to be done."

"Um, I actually blackmailed Skeeter," corrected Hermione. She continued in a breathy and husky tone, "We've both been into the Forbidden Forest loads of times, whereas Ron equals Neville by only being in twice..."

"We're both in Gryf... fin... dor..." Harry stammered when he saw a touch of lust in his friend's beautiful eyes.

"We share the same initials for our first and middle names..." Hermione said huskily as she intentionally unbutton one of the remaining buttons on her blouse.

"H... J..." Harry panted as he was bewitched by even more flesh. "Wait, that's kind of lame..."

"Oh, bugger it!" Hermione muttered and then leapt on Harry. Their lips met instinctively, as if they had been destined to. A fantastic tingling sensation erupted from Harry's lips and raced through his body, something that 'Harry, Jr.' really seemed to appreciate, because he desperately wanted to say 'Hi.'

Harry's tongue involuntarily touched her lips. Hermione groaned into his mouth as her tongue came out to play with Harry's. He didn't realize when his hands started to wander, but he certainly liked it. His left hand was firmly on her bum, squeezing occasionally, while his other hand had traveled under her blouse and was running over her smooth, warm skin. Of course, this only inflated 'Harry, Jr.'s' attention who was now virtually banging his tin cup against the steel bars of his zipper prison chanting; "Azkaban, Azkaban, Azkaban..."

"Is that your wand in you pocket, or are you just happy to see me, Harry?" Hermione asked playfully after pulling herself away from his lips.

"Um... ah...um..." Harry bumbled in shock as he looked between 'Harry, Jr.', Hermione, and his wand which was lying on his desk. "Well I...err..."

"It's a joke, Harry," Hermione stated, easing the young man's embarrassment. Then she did something Harry had never seen her do before, Hermione appeared to work up a great amount of saliva in her mouth and then licked her left palm, leaving it covered in spit. Before Harry could ask her what she was doing, Hermione stuffed her left hand down the front of Harry's trousers and gave a firm, yet polite and very welcomed handshake to 'Harry, Jr.'

"Oh my..." Harry squeaked as his eyes crossed. Hermione nibbled on his ear as she continued her ministrations in Harry's pants. Again, Harry was overjoyed at the fact that he had inherited the over-sized pants he was wearing, for it gave Hermione's hand ample space for movement. "Oh wow... I... wow... this is... neat..."

"Shut the hell up and kiss me Harry!" ordered Hermione. Harry was all too happy to comply. He kissed, suckled, and nibbled on various areas of Hermione's face and neck while his hands memorized every curve she had on her bum and chest. Hermione seemed to just focus her attention to the task at hand, or rather the task in her hand.

The two teens played a game as they rolled around on Harry's bed; one trying their damnedest to arouse the other. Of course, in this game, Hermione had the upper... ahem...hand.

Tears of joy seeped out of 'Harry, Jr.'s eye and a squelching noise emanated from Harry's trousers. Harry's world started to spin. After years of solo practice, he knew he didn't have much time left. He could feel the pressure build up in his loins as 'Harry, Jr.' begged for release. 'This is so much better when someone else does it for you!'

Crunch

"Oh god, Hermione..." groaned Harry.

"Oh, Harry..." Hermione said wickedly.

Crunch

"What the hell is that noise?" Harry asked in a very perturbed manner. He tore his eyes away from the brunette witch on top of him and saw a leather-clad ghost sitting on the floor eating from a bucket of popcorn. The ghost smiled in a repugnant way and said;

"I told you the brainy ones were naughty."

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?" Hermione screamed as she dove off of Harry. He absently noticed that her hand was still covered with her own spittle and his pre-cum.

"Please, don't stop on my account," Gryffindor's ghost implored. "Continue. Pretend I'm not here."

"Is that..." began Hermione as she crouched in the corner while clutching her half-opened blouse in front of her. "Is that Godric Gryffindor?"

"See that?" Gryffindor said to Harry. "She didn't take a kip during History of Magic, now did she?"

'How can you kill someone that's already dead?' Harry wondered internally. He had been so close to cumming... so very close... now he had to suffer. And suffer he would, because 'Harry, Jr.' didn't get to finish playing. And 'Harry, Jr.' had quite a temper. Harry knew that when his little friend started to play, but was forced to stop before he got "sleepy", there would be hell to pay! 'Harry, Jr.' sulked off to bed like a petulant child. Harry groaned as 'Harry, Jr.' took out his frustrations on his luggage.

"Got a bad case of blue balls, don't ya boy?" Gryffindor said with a chuckle upon noticing Harry's discomfort. The ghost turned toward Hermione and asked, "Why don't you give Harry some assistance and rub one out for him?"

A fluttering of wings announced the return of Hedwig. The owl looked between the three people arguing and sagely decided not to get involved. Hedwig hopped into her cage and watched the verbal battle unfold.

"You disgusting old pervert!" Hermione shouted in shock.

"Guilty as charged," the ghost answered with obvious pride.

"Is this why you needed my help?" demanded Hermione, turning to Harry. "Some perverted ghost was pestering you, and you thought that I should get involved."

"Um yeah... no... kinda," replied Harry sheepishly. "I mean sorta... well he told me that his sword will help destroy the Horcruxes and that I need to get my hands on the sword by tomorrow or it'll be too late."

"Then why didn't you tell me about it before... before..." Hermione stammered obviously embarrassed. "Before I... we..."

"Started to play a gauntly little tune on his skin flute?" Gryffindor helpfully offered. Both Harry and Hermione did their best to ignore the ghost.

"I was worried about you," replied Harry truthfully. "When you came in, you were awfully upset. I wanted to make sure you were okay, to see if there was anything I could do to help you, before I asked you to help me. And then well, I kinda forgot about it when we um... were..."

Hermione's eyes shined as she looked at her friend.

"You were worried about me? That's so sweet!" Hermione said. "I'm sorry for getting angry at you."

"Now that you two have made up," Gryffindor interrupted, "why don't you go on and shake glands?"

"Harry, do you know any method to kill a ghost?" Hermione asked as she looked at Gryffindor, scathingly.

"I was going to ask you about that, actually," answered Harry.

"Fine, spoil my fun. It's not like there's a lot to do when one's a ghost," Gryffindor pouted.

"Oh, sod off, you old coot!" both Hermione and Harry shouted in unison.

"Why do you need to get the sword by tomorrow?" Hermione asked Harry.

"He told me that the charms on the sword that would help me destroy the Horcruxes will fail if I don't get it by then," Harry answered. "But I can't leave this house until my birthday, which isn't for two days. And I have the Order standing guard making sure I don't leave."

"So you need a distraction in order to escape," clarified Hermione to which Harry nodded. The brunette witch thought for a moment before snapping her fingers and calling out triumphantly, "We'll get Fred and George to help!"

"That's what I said," stated Harry, "but the degenerate over there said I should get you..."

"Well, the twins wouldn't have given you a hand job, would they?" Gryffindor defended himself. "I had your best interests in mind."

"You mean start to give him a hand job," Hermione argued bitterly. "Before you barged in for a cheap show and said 'brainy girls are naughty'!"

"Let's not point fingers and play the 'blame game' now," Gryffindor brushed the witch off. "You have a quest ahead of you! Get cracking!"

And with a pop, the ghost of Gryffindor disappeared.

"Can ghosts Apparate?" Harry asked.

"No, the old pervert is probably just invisible," answered Hermione. "He's just hoping we go at it again."

"Fine, I'll leave then." Gryffindor's disembodied voice called out and his footsteps were heard walking out of Harry's room.

"So, are we going to go at it again now that he's gone?" Harry asked hopefully; 'Harry, Jr.' and his luggage were already starting to ache. Hermione gave the young man a look that clearly said "No." As a matter of fact, one could discern from that particular look that if Harry had wished to pursue this inquiry, it could be quite easily stated that the look also insinuated that he would get his willy cut off.

Hermione walked over to Harry's desk and wrote a lengthy letter to the twins. She handed Harry the letter which he attached to Hedwig's leg.

"Could you take this to the twins, girl?" Harry asked. The owl nipped at Harry's finger affectionately and flew out the window. Harry was quite a bit surprised when his snowy owl dove toward the ground after only flapping her wings twice instead of soaring off into the horizon. "She doesn't do that normally," he said aloud.

Both Harry and Hermione went to the window to check on Hedwig's progress. They were both astonished to see the owl perched on nothing, in mid-air, across the street from # 4. "She doesn't do that normally, either," announced Harry.

The two teens rushed out of the house and across the street to where Hedwig had landed and seemed to be hovering six feet above the ground; hovering without using her wings at all, that is. The owl hooted to her master from her invisible perch as if she wanted to be congratulated for doing a good job. Harry moved toward his bird when he heard a noise coming from the empty space below Hedwig.

"What's he doing here?" a familiar voice asked in a hushed tone.

"Shut up you prat, or they'll hear us!" another familiar voice hissed.

"Hi, Fred," Harry greeted the air.

"Hi, George," Hermione added.

"I think they know we're here," one of the twins stated.

"Really? I couldn't tell," retorted the other.

A slit opened in thin air revealing the interior of an invisible magical tent. Fred and George stuck their heads out and greeted Harry and Hermione.

"Do you like our new invention?" Fred asked innocently.

"Yes, it's called the Peeping-Tom-Tent!" George added. "Quite ingenious really, the amount of charms used on it and whatnot."

"Yes, you see a Disillusionment Charm is used on the outside..."

"While a Transparency Charm is used on the inside."

"So the people on the inside can see out..."

"But no one on the outside can see the tent..."

"So sexual deviants can peep to their hearts content," both the twins laughed weakly.

"So, you just happened to decide to test your new product right across the street where Harry is staying?" asked Hermione.

"Well... we wanted to test it in a Muggle neighborhood...." George stammered.

"... And it was just coincidence that we ended up here..." Fred completed his brother's poorly fabricated lie.

"When did you two join the Order, then?" Harry asked, effectively ending the charade.

The twins slumped their shoulders in defeat.

"Right after the Death Eater attack on Hogwarts," said George.

"Yeah, because our Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder was essential in the attack..." Fred continued.

"We didn't know Draco was gonna use it like that when we sold it to him," concluded George.

"How did you think he was going to use it then?" Hermione inquired.

"Well... he said he was going to use it to seduce Ginny..."

"WHAT!?!" Harry and Hermione shouted.

"What makes you think she would have been seduced by Draco if he used the Darkness Powder?" Hermione asked.

"Our little sister gets turned on by the dark..." George answered.

"Bit of a strange turn on really," Fred offered. "And Malfoy told us he had an elaborate plan to win Ginny's heart."

"You wanted your sister to be with that slimy git?" Harry asked, completely shocked.

"Well it's better than you and her getting together," argued Fred. "You and Ginny are just disturbing."

"What do you mean?" demanded Harry.

"Come on mate, she looks like your mother!" George stated, while Fred shuddered.

"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME?" Harry cried to the heavens.

"We thought you knew," said George.

"We just assumed you were bent in the head," offered Fred.

"I hate you both a great deal," pronounced Harry. "Really, I do."

"Let's get back to the matter at hand," Hermione implored, "and drop how sick Harry and Ginny's relationship was."

"Hey!" Harry cried, taking offence.

"Harry and I need to leave this house immediately," Hermione continued, ignoring Harry's protest.

"No," Fred stated at once.

"We're under strict orders from the Order," George continued.

"You don't have to tell anyone," Hermione implored compassionately. "Do it for Harry, please?"

"Nope," the twins pronounced in unison.

"We'll give you money to turn your back for just a few hours." Hermione offered.

"Nope!"

Hermione threw her arms up in disgust; she had tried to get the twins to do it out of compassion and then bribery but to no avail. That only left blackmail.

"Fine, have your way. But just to let you know, if you don't let us leave, when we go to Bill and Fluer's wedding, I'll slip Harry and Ginny a Lust Potion," threatened Hermione as she fought back the bile creeping up her throat caused by the images running through her head.

"So what?" George asked as Harry's gag reflex kicked in.

"Yeah, Harry would like it," Fred continued, neither twin noticed that Harry had doubled over.

"I'll give them a Lust Potion and I'll make sure that they sit at your table," Hermione stated as she broke out in a cold sweat. "I can imagine it now; you'll see Harry's hand slip under the table, but what you won't see is Harry's hand slip into Ginny's skirt and then... slip a finger or two into Ginny herself...."

George lurched a bit at Hermione's description, whereas Fred put up a brave face, even though he wanted to run as far away as possible. Harry had dropped all pretences and had started to dry heave once more.

"After that, Harry and Ginny will snog while still finger-banging her, right there at the table in front of you," Hermione continued, not quite suppressing the quiver of disgust in her voice. "Harry might just pull her robe down so he can..." Hermione paused and swallowed, as she steeled herself for the forthcoming image, "... s-s-s-suckle her tit in public."

Fred balked and George clutched his stomach. Harry weakly pawed at Hermione's leg, silently begging her not to continue. He didn't care about the stupid Horcruxes anymore; Voldemort could take over the world as far as he was concerned. He just wanted Hermione to stop talking about him fondling a girl that looked like his mum.

"Do you think Ginny will wank him off under the table? Or perhaps she'll go down on him?" Hermione questioned as the disturbing images made her start to go light-headed. "Oh, no; I don't think you'll get off that easily. Harry'll bend her over the table and make her a woman. Right there, in front of you and the rest of your family.

"I figure she'll squeal a bit when he breaks her hymen," Hermione's face had turned a nice shade of green due to the mental image she gave herself, when Fred suddenly interrupted.

"Hold one, wait a minute," Fred interjected, hoping to derail Hermione's conversation. "Do you honestly think our little sister still has her hymen intact?"

"Yeah, how else do you think she got so popular so quickly?" added George.

"Fine then," Hermione countered. She decided to go full bore and take the fight out of the twins. "She'll just start grinding her hips into his, driving his manhood deeper and deeper into her pulsing box. Do you think he'll smack her arse? Can you imagine the red, hand-shaped welt forming on her milky white flesh? The same milky white flesh that Harry's mother had!"

Hermione's vivid description became too much. Tears of fear and displeasure rolled down Fred's face as George fell to his knees, begging in a sad, muted tone for Hermione to stop.

"They'll call out each other's name in ecstasy," Hermione added as Harry crumpled to the ground, sobbing. "She'll scream, 'HARRY, I'M CUMMING!' and he'll grunt as he cums inside her. Then he'll lean in close to her ear and say: 'You're the best... mum!'"

The twins fell to the grassy ground with a thud and Harry mercifully began to black out. Hermione stood over Fred and George and concluded her threat.

"If you don't let us leave, and without alerting the rest of the Order, I'll make sure you get to witness first-hand how much Harry loves his mother!"



Some time later, a throbbing pressure in his jeans woke Harry up. Apparently, 'Harry, Jr.' was still mad that he wasn't allowed to finish playing earlier, and he was still taking his anger and frustration out on his luggage, which Harry assumed, had turned from the earlier blue into a nice puce color by now. The young man groaned as he sat up in his chair. To his surprise, Harry was on the Knight Bus, but he had no recollection as to how he got there. He just remembered blacking out while Hermione was spinning a disturbing tale of blackmail and sex, disgusting sex at that. Obviously, Hermione had convinced the twins that it was in their best interest to let her and Harry leave # 4. He figured she had convinced them to help her to get him on the Bus as well.

Harry looked to his right and saw Hermione sitting next to him. The young woman had no color to her face except for a touch of sickly green around her eyes.

"I hope you appreciate what I did for you, Harry," she said. "All those horrible images have burrowed into my brain. I'm going to have nightmares for weeks now!"

The witch threw herself into Harry's arms and wept into his chest.

"It was so horrible, Harry" she cried in-between tears. "I kept seeing you... and Ginny... doing... bad... terrible things!"

"Shh; it's okay, shh," Harry cooed while gently rubbing her back. "It's never going to happen." Harry felt a tinge of guilt as his hands run across Hermione's back because he kept remembering how nice and warm her bare skin felt a few hours previously.

With a "BANG", the Knight Bus screeched to a halt directly in front of the gates to Hogwarts. Hermione leaned on Harry heavily, since her knees where still weak from her earlier ordeal, as they exited the Bus and walked up to the gates.

"The gates will be locked," stated Hermione as the Knight Bus rocketed into the distance. "We'll have to go through the Shrieking Shack."

As the two teens marched to the Shack in a roundabout way in order to avoid the villagers of Hogsmeade, Harry was taken back at how low the sun had gotten in the sky. When he had lost consciousness, it had still been late morning to early afternoon. By the position of the sun in the sky, Harry guessed that it was now nearly time for supper.

"How long was I out?" Harry asked.

"A while," replied Hermione. "I had the twins help me put you on the Knight Bus right after you blacked out. But the driver is new, and he got lost for a few hours. I swear to God I think we somehow ended up in Dijon, France for about an hour. I think we ran over a baguette seller's cart."

They remained silent as they ventured through the tunnel that led from the Shrieking Shack to the grounds of Hogwarts. Each step for Harry was nearly excruciating, /'Harry Jr.'/s' luggage cried out in pain at every footfall. When the teens finally emerged from the tunnel, the sun was about to say 'good-night' and leave them in the dark. By the time they had entered the castle, the only remains of the sun was an orange hue on the horizon.

Harry led the way to the Headmaster's office. The castle was eerily empty and quiet; Peeves didn't even seem to be around. After a few minutes, they reached the stone gargoyle that guarded the door to the Headmaster's office.

"Oh, bugger," cursed Harry. "I don't know the password!"

Hermione chewed her lip for a moment before saying: "McGonagall is the new Headmistress, but what password would she have used?"

"Dumbledore liked to use sweets," added Harry. "They were always along the lines of 'lemon drops,' 'acid pops,' 'cockroach clusters'..."

"So we just have to figure out what she likes...?" Hermione said to herself.

"'Ice mice'..." continued Harry, because he honestly didn't know what the Head of Gryffindor liked. But, he felt compelled to say something.

"What does McGonagall like?"

"'Fizzing Whizbees'..." again, Harry continued to list the code-words Dumbledore might have used.

"I don't think she likes sweets, Harry," stated Hermione.

"'Blood pops'..."

"Blast it Harry!" Hermione ordered. "Please either be quiet or...."

Hermione was about to continue her philippic toward Harry, but was interrupted when the gargoyle sprung to life and stepped to the side.

"The password is 'Blast'?" Hermione asked incredulously.

"That isn't very smart," stated Harry. "What if someone wanted to break in? They could just walk up and say 'Let's use a Blast-ing Hex to blow the gargoyle up.' And the silly thing would just open up for them like that," he continued, snapping his fingers to highlight his point.

"Actually," the stone gargoyle grumbled, his voice sounded like two stones grinding together, "the Headmistress hasn't made up a password yet. I'm allowed to open up for anyone. I just wanted to play with you for a bit."

"You cheeky little bugger!" Harry chastised the stone figure.

"Let's just go, Harry," groaned Hermione as she stomped up the stairs. Harry followed, shooting a dirty look at the gargoyle.

As they entered the office, they were greeted with a hundred different snoring sounds. But one voice did greet them.

"Hello Harry, Hermione, I was wondering when would you show up," Dumbledore's painting said with a genuine smile.

"Hello, Professor," Harry returned the greeting.

Hermione, however, was too amazed at the sights and sounds of hundreds of former Headmasters and mistresses sleeping in their frames. "Is that Armando Dippet?" she questioned to no one in particular. "And that's Dilys Derwent!"

"Harry, there are two occasions on which you can stop calling me 'Professor' and use my given name," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. "One of which is if you graduate. The other is if one of us dies. And seeing that I am 'living impaired,' you may call me Albus."

"Okay, hello, Albus," Harry felt odd referring to his mentor in such an informal way. "How are you, sir?"

"Is that Roderic Hillsworth?" Hermione asked aloud once more as she continued to study the different paintings. "And that's Hamilton the III!"

"I'm dead," replied the magical painting, "and you?"

"I'm... ah... alive," was the best response that Harry could come up with.

"Wonderful, I take you're here because of the visitor you've received?"

"You know about him?"

"And that's... that's..." Hermione stammered somewhere in the back of the office. "That's James Doohan!?!"

"Of course I know about Godric visiting you," Dumbledore said with a wink. "I was the one who sent him.

"Why the hell is there a magical painting of James Doohan here?" Hermione asked from the dark corner where she was standing.

"So you sent him to tell me about the sword?" Harry asked.

"Yes, it is over there on the shelf behind you," stated Dumbledore.

"Did you know he's a perverted old coot?" Harry asked as he walked over to the shelf.

"Yes, I am terribly sorry about that, however he was the only ghost I could find," replied Dumbledore solemnly. "I discovered how perverted he was, first hand, during my sixth year as a student. The future Mrs. Dumbledore and I stole away to a broom-closet when he suddenly appeared over my shoulder making inappropriate suggestions to me. I still don't believe brooms should be used in such a way."

Harry looked at the gleaming sword that lay before him. It had been over four years since he had last held it. His hand hovered over the bejeweled handle momentarily. He felt power coming from the sword; power that he had not detected when he first wielded the sword in his second year.

"Excuse me, Professor," Hermione asked as she walked up to Dumbledore's painting. "Why is there a painting of James Doohan in here?"

"I'll only answer if you call me Albus," the painting demanded in a cheery tone.

As Harry's hand wrapped around the hilt, a wave of power ran through his body. Harry hoisted the sword up and held it triumphantly over his head.

"Fine. Albus, why is there a painting of James Doohan in here?" repeated Hermione.

"I was playing a little joke on my predecessors," Albus chuckled. "You see, Hogwarts is in Scotland, and Mr. Doohan played a character called 'Scotty.' Do you understand my sense of humor?

"No," Hermione said honestly.

The sword felt completely natural to Harry, as if it was an extension of his body. He was about the share this revelation with Hermione, when the office door swung open and a very perturbed Minerva McGonagall stomped in followed by an equally agitated Remus Lupin. Both Harry and Hermione froze like statues in their respective places.

"Damn those Weasley twins," McGonagall said rapidly through clenched teeth. She obviously had not yet seen Harry or Hermione as she continued her stomping and ranting. "How they could possibly have let Potter slip by is beyond me."

"I've already checked #12 and he isn't there," said Remus as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Tonks is checking the parks and shops around Little Whinging."

"And Molly told me he isn't at the Burrow!" supplied McGonagall.

It was at this point that Remus finally stopped rubbing the bridge of his nose and took notice of the office and its occupants. He saw Hermione standing in front of Dumbledore's painting sheepishly and saw Harry off to the side standing like some sort of action hero with a sword held high. Harry waved weakly at the old werewolf.

"Where can he be?" McGonagall cried out in frustration.

"He could be standing over there," stated Remus as he pointed at the raven-haired youth.

McGonagall spent the next better part of an hour yelling at Harry and Hermione. She was considering 'tar and feather'-ing them when Albus finally spoke up.

"Don't be too harsh on them, Minerva," the painting pleaded.

"Why not?" Minerva cleverly retorted.

"It is my fault that Harry and Hermione are here," said Albus.

"What?" Minerva screeched. "You left us explicit orders that Potter wasn't to leave that house until he turned seventeen!"

"It is quite funny, actually," chuckled Albus. "You see, I forgot about the sword."

The deceased Headmaster explained to the new Headmistress about the Sword of Gryffindor, but left out any reference to the Horcruxes.

"Well, how did Harry know to come and get the sword?" Minerva asked. "You certainly couldn't have written to him."

"I sent a ghost to him."

"Oh? Which one?"

"Godric Gryffindor."

"Oh, Albus, you didn't. Not Gryffindor," stated Minerva sternly.

"I couldn't convince any of the others to do it for me." Albus defended.

"Professor, you know about Gryffindor's... er tendencies?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, I've had the pleasure..." Minerva said the word like it was some contemptuous thing, "... to meet him whilst I was showering four years ago. The scoundrel had offered to towel me off, but his offer specifically excluded using a towel!

"Did he say something to trouble you, my dear?" Minerva asked Hermione upon noticing the young witch's embarrassment.

"No ma'am!" Hermione replied a little too vehemently.

"I suppose you want me to return to my Aunt's house now," Harry said in a defeated tone.

"It is now an impossibility, Potter. Your relatives have kicked you out," McGonagall informed him. "We found out you weren't in the house when your uncle started to chuck your things out your now-former bedroom window."

Remus walked up to Harry and handed him his school trunk which had been shrunk to the size of a matchbox. "Don't worry, I picked up your things," the former Marauder said.

"And seeing the late hour, you two can spend the night in your old dormitories," McGonagall said, dismissing the two teens.

Harry and Hermione stopped by the kitchen for some supper. Harry was famished; he ate almost as fast as the House-Elves were able to put food in front of him. He was stuffing his face with meat pies, kippers, white beans and toast, and other disgusting examples of English cuisine.

"Harry, something's been bothering me," said Hermione after she finished her meal. Harry turned his attention to his pretty friend while sampling some Plowman's Lunch. "Even if we do destroy the Horcruxes, you'll still have to face Voldemort."

Harry suddenly no longer felt hungry.

"I mean he is the most powerful wizard alive," Hermione continued. "We're just kids! We have to find a way to learn useful skills quickly."

"What do you suggest?" asked Harry.

"It's time for a good old fashion Library visit," Hermione finished with a happy smile.

After spending four hours reading various books on various subjects, Harry groaned as he threw another book down.

"I can't read another word," Harry declared irritably. "I think my eyes are going to melt out of my head!"

Not only were his eyes sore, but his 'bits' were still sore as well. He had tried several times to find an excuse to go off to the loo and relieve himself, but couldn't come up with a reasonable excuse to be absent for several minutes, leaving Hermione alone researching a way to keep him alive.

"Alright, let's take a break from reading," Hermione said and closed the overly large tome in front of her. "Did you find anything useful?"

"I did come across something," said Harry as he sat down and tried to inconspicuously rearrange 'Harry, Jr.' and his luggage. "What about using a Time Turner to arrange some extra training time?"

"Actually, I read up on some case studies of that when I used the Time Turner in our third year," Hermione explained. "It seems a number of wizards have tried this, but for some reason, after they have used the Time Turner for a period of time, they simply cease to exist!"

"They cease to exist?" That little nugget caught Harry's attention.

"Yes, it's as if the 'powers that be' lose interest and move on to different things," Hermione added, "completely abandoning the wizard who used the Time Turner."

"Well, I don't want to cease to exist!" Harry exclaimed. "How about you? Did you come up with any ideas?

"I did come across something interesting in this book," Hermione stated as she reopened the large book in front of her. "There is a way for us to travel to another dimension. Time moves differently there so for every day that passes here, a year will have occurred in the other dimension, so we could literally study seven years while only a week has passed here."

"Great! How do we get there?" Harry asked as he tried to surreptitiously adjust himself once more in vain attempt for comfort.

"Let me see..." Hermione paused as she skimmed over the pages in the book. "Oh, wait, they're a few complications."

"Like what?"

"It seems that the people in the other dimension have a bizarre quirk regarding names; we'd have to call you 'Paul' for some outlandish reason. We also have to dye you hair blonde as well as getting rid of your glasses," Hermione paused again and her face fell. "And the other MAJOR complication is that when the people return to their normal dimension, they tend to have some kind of nervous breakdown."

"What d'you mean?"

"It appears that they wake up one day and believe their experiences in the other dimension are just a dream and they forget every thing they had learned!" Hermione declared in disgust, and pushed the heavy tome off the table which landed on the floor with a thud. "I have just wasted the past four hours!"

"Damnit!" Harry shouted and stood up. He began pacing back and forth while unconsciously trying to readjust himself. Luckily, Harry had had his back toward Hermione when this happened.

"Well, we'll just have to cram, study as much as humanly possible," Hermione stated and Harry coughed. Her definition of 'humanly possible' was completely different than Harry's. Or any other human Harry had ever met. "But we're probably going to have to stay here at the castle; it does have the most extensive library in Europe, after all. I'll ask McGonagall in the morning if we can stay."

Harry continued to pace and adjust; this time right in front of Hermione.

"Harry, how close were you?" Hermione asked, noticing her friend's discomfort.

"To what?" asked Harry.

"How close were you to... um... climaxing?" Hermione added with a slight blush.

"Wha... wha... what?" Harry stuttered in shock at the directness of Hermione's question. "How what to what-what-ing?"

"Earlier today, how close were you to... well, cumming?" Hermione smiled as she felt her face heat up.

"Well... I... ah... um..." Harry sighed and forced himself to drop his embarrassment. "Let's just say one more stroke and I would've been a happy man."

"One stroke! You were that close?" Hermione asked, a bit shocked herself. "Oh, you poor thing, it must be terribly uncomfortable for you."

"Don't worry about it," said Harry waving her concern off. "I just need some 'alone-time' to take care of it."

Biting her lip, Hermione stood up and walked over to Harry. She took his hands in hers, and without saying a word, led him to the empty spot on the table when the discarded heavy tome once was.

"Sit," Hermione commanded.

"Hermione, you don't have to," Harry said as he felt the blood leave his upper brain. He then added under his breath; "That is, if you don't want to."

"Ever the gentleman, Mr. Potter," Hermione said. "Now, sit!"

Harry sat on the hard desk and felt 'Harry, Jr.' begin to stir. Hermione cupped Harry's face and kissed his lips. It wasn't as frantic or desperate as their kisses were earlier in the day, but it was far more stimulating and more passionate. His lips burned as their mouths played with each other. He could taste her on his tongue, and it was intoxicating. His hand traveled up from her hip and caressed her breast through the fabric of her blouse and bra. Damn blouse! God-Damn Bra!

Hermione's hands also traveled, but they traveled south whereas Harry's had gone north. Her hands stopped to playfully tweak his nipples. Harry felt aroused, and a pang of jealousy brought on by the pinch of Hermione's fingers: 'If she can play with my nipples, why can't I play with hers? Lousy Damn blouse! Lousy God‑Damn Bra!'

It was at this moment that 'Harry, Jr.' completely woke up. He started shouting, "Hey, hey, what about me? Don't forget about me! I'm right down here!"

It was as if Hermione had heard the organ's pleas. Her hands left Harry's chest, and in a few deft moves, freed /'Harry, Jr.'/. Suddenly, as she gripped his member, Hermione stopped kissing Harry. He was about to ask her why she had stopped kissing him, when his upper brain shut down due to Hermione's next action. She knelt in front of him. The only cognitive thought in Harry's mind was, 'Eep!'

The frizzy-haired witch leaned forward and tentatively licked 'Harry, Jr.'/. He gripped the edge of the table and let out a low moan. Once again, /'Harry, Jr.' shed a tear of joy.

"I've heard Lavender and Parvati talk about this, but I've never done it," Hermione said as she gently stroked 'Harry, Jr.'. "So tell me if I'm not doing it properly."

Harry had never had this happen to him, so he had no experience in it either. But with the little experience he just received, he felt fairly confident when he asked Hermione, "There's an improper way to do it?"

"Yes, there is. I could use my teeth," she replied while smiling up at him.

"Point taken."

Hermione started to orally stimulate 'Harry, Jr.', her head bobbed up and down while her tongue twirled this way and that over his sensitive flesh. Hermione's deliciously warm mouth was beyond description. Her saliva coated his manhood as her tongue and lips traced every bump and vein on Harry's shaft. Harry's vision became blurred and his breathing labored in a short matter of time. His hands found their way into Hermione's hair as she bobbed her head up and down rhythmically on /'Harry, Jr.'/. Just when Harry couldn't conceive how the sensation could get any better, Hermione started humming a jaunty little tune. It was quite possible that Harry had started to gurgle out of pleasure.

Normally, when a man was in the situation that Harry was in, he wouldn't have cared to notice what tune the woman was humming. But it was a familiar tune that had burned into Harry's mind at an early age. It was from a film that his aunt had made him watch over and over when he was a child because the insipid Dudley liked it so. A little girl with very curly hair was the star, and the song that Hermione was humming while performing fellatio on Harry was sung by that little girl in the film. Harry couldn't remember the entire song or the title (right now he was having trouble remembering to breathe), but he did remember one bit in particular. This bit of the song played over and over in his head as Hermione continued at her task.

"On the (something)-(something) lollipop, it's a sweet trip to a candy shop. Where the bon-bons play, on the sunny beach..."

Harry tried desperately to get the asinine, childish song out of his head and concentrate on more important things. Things like Hermione going down on him! Damn Aunt Petunia for making him watch a movie with such a stupid song...

Then Harry felt the build up and shortly thereafter, the release. With a grunt and groan, Harry became a happy man, a very happy man as he shot his seed into Hermione's mouth. However, Hermione wasn't a happy woman. On the contrary, she was very unhappy. She spent the next several minutes coughing, gagging, and spitting into a waste bin. In-between various gags, coughs, and spits, she would hiss at Harry menacingly; "Next time... warn me!"

The two teens left the library and headed to the Gryffindor Common Room, only speaking once in a while. And then only talking politely about trivial and inconsequential things. After they said their 'good-nights,' Harry felt a bit guilty about Hermione's discomfort; next time he would warn her so it wouldn't happen again. Harry immediately felt hope spring up in his chest, 'Next time!' Hermione had clearly used the phrase "next time!"

Harry woke up the next day to birds singing a happy song. Of course the effing birds were singing happily; the sun had just risen, and they, being creatures that loved rising early, sang with all their hearts to the morning sun.

The effing birds had interrupted a dream. Normally, Harry would be overjoyed at the concept of having his traditional dreams interrupted. However, this was a particularly good dream; Harry and Hermione were romping around again, and this time, he was about to see Hermione's boobs without her Lousy Damn Blouse and her God-Damn Lousy Bra. Even though it was just a dream, Harry was going to see what Hermione's nipples looked like. But no, the effing birds had to wake him up from his wonderful wet-dream by starting a fucking tweet fest!

Harry woke with a pitiful groan and tried to shield his eyes from the blinding rays of the sun. Getting out of bed, he resisted the temptation to open his window and fire of a couple of Stunners in hopes of hitting some of the effing birds. So Harry satisfied his urge to cause the effing birds some discomfort by stretching out one of his arms and gave a two-fingered salute to all birds in general. After his shower, he trounced down to the common room and his sour mood suddenly vanished.

There was Hermione, curled up on her favorite chair with a book in her lap. The early morning sunlight shined through her hair, giving her the appearance of an angel with a glowing halo. Harry felt a sudden warmth travel through his body as he saw his friend; the friend that he now realized was quite beautiful in his eyes. He noticed that he had a bounce to his step, and tried to correct it before Hermione saw him; real men don't bounce, real men strut. Harry had learned this important fact from the late night conversations with his dorm mates about the fairer sex and what they liked; he was told with certainty that women like a manly strut, among other things such as flowers, chocolates, and other "girly" things. He had listened closely to Dean and Seamus when they described how real men walked. As he bounced in an un- manly way toward Hermione, he tried to strut the way his friends had described. Unfortunately, he was unable to completely counteract the bounce with his emerging strutting abilities and ended up with a saunter. But in Harry's defense, it was a manly saunter, not the effeminate way Blaise Zabini walked.

"Morning, Hermione," Harry greeted the witch with an incredibly silly grin plastered on his face.

"Good morning, Harry," she returned the greeting with an equally smitten smile.

"About last night..." began Harry while he shoved his hands in his pockets to hide how nervous he was. "I'm sorry I didn't warn you about... you know."

"It's okay, Harry. It was the first time for both of us," Hermione replied and patted the seat next to her. Harry took the invitation and the two teens cuddled. "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."

The couple preceded to have a nice fifteen-minute snog session where they playfully explored each other's bodies. Harry was even so bold to open Hermione's blouse. Unfortunately she was wearing a white cotton bra so he still didn't get to see what her nipples looked like. But this didn't stop him playing with her boobs mind you. It was an activity that Harry had become quite fond of, he loved how her mounds felt in his hands and her loved the way Hermione moaned and purred as he cupped, squeezed, caressed, kissed, licked, and suckled on them, even through the accursed bra. During the snog and boob fondling session, 'Harry, Jr.' stirred only a little, apparently the appendage was still worn-out from the very welcomed workout it received the previous evening.

After both teens had become completely flushed, Hermione pulled away and suggested, "We should really go and see McGonagall," she stated, her lips red and puffy. "We have to ask her if we can stay in the castle."

"Are you sure she'll be up this early?" asked Harry as they walked hand in hand to the Headmistress' office.

"I'm positive," answered Hermione. The couple walked up to the stone gargoyle guarding the entrance to McGonagall's new quarters.

"Would you please tell the Headmistress we would like to see her?" Hermione requested of the stone sentinel.

"I'll go fetch her," the statue grumbled. After a moment or two, the gargoyle stepped to the side, and McGonagall rushed out into the hallway while trying to put on her dressing robe and brandishing her wand at the same time.

"What is it? What's wrong?" the Headmistress demanded on the verge of panic.

"Nothing's wrong, ma'am," Hermione said, "We just wanted to ask you a question."

"But the gargoyle told me it was an emergency!" McGonagall practically shouted. "He said that Potter was spewing blood from his mouth!"

Behind them, the gargoyle let out a grumbling chuckle.

"Oh, you cheeky bugger!" McGonagall cursed. "That's the third time this week he's pulled a prank on me! I swear, I'll find a replacement if you don't straighten up!" The Headmistress took a calming breath before turning her attention to the pair in front of her. "What can I do for you two?"

"We would like to ask a favor," stated Hermione. Harry saw McGonagall's eyes dart down and then back up. He glanced down and noticed the he and Hermione were still holding hands.

"And what would that favor be?" asked McGonagall with a saucy grin and a blush. Harry nearly went into shock at the sight; he had never imagined, nor wanted to imagine, what McGonagall would look like with a saucy grin. He loved and respected his mentor, but it truly frightened the young wizard to see such a grin stretched across her face. Harry had rarely seen the Headmistress with anything but a stern look upon her face and he was taken back. The sassy smile was very disturbing on McGonagall's face. It made Harry feel very uncomfortable both physically and emotionally.

"You see, Harry has been, and will, be a target for Voldemort," Hermione began, not noticing Harry's current discomfort. "And Harry doesn't really stand a chance against him. Not unless we get some training."

"What would you suggest, Ms. Granger?"

"May we please stay here at the castle so that we can use the library and other facilities to train?" Hermione asked as if she had spent hours preparing the question. Knowing Hermione, that is probably exactly what she did. She more than likely had written several drafts of the question in her Day Planner and chose the one she thought would be best received.

"Yes, you may," answered McGonagall. The Headmistress then added with a wry wink as she headed back up to her chambers, "But when you use the 'other facilities', please clean up after yourselves."

"What do you think she meant by that?" Hermione asked, as the teens turned away from the now closed doorway. Harry replied mutely by holding up their clasped hands. "She saw, do you think she suspects...?" Hermione began to ask before answering herself. "Of course she does, otherwise she wouldn't have used the 'clean up' reference."

"Are we that messy?" asked Harry.

"I may not be, but you are," replied Hermione with a wink.

After a quick breakfast, Harry and Hermione proceeded to the library.

"Alright, let's just head straight to the Restricted Section and start reading up on some of the more powerful magics," Hermione ordered.

Several hours later, Hermione had a very large stack of books that she'd labeled as being "potentially useful" and another, much smaller stack marked "worthless." The "potentially useful" stack intimidated Harry; there were at least six-dozen books in that stack. How Hermione thought that the two of them could read all that material, let alone actually retain the knowledge, was beyond him. Harry, on the other hand, had skimmed through no more than four books and found nothing remotely helpful in his destined fight with Voldemort. He found two particularly powerful transfigurations where one could turn a wizard into a giant toad, and another which would turn a toad into tadpoles according to the illustration... Harry reread the entry and corrected himself, it wasn't "tadpoles," it was semen. Harry repressed a shudder as an image played out in his head of a man turning into a giant toad then into a large pool of spunk. Then he thought of Snape and figured that it would be a fitting end to the traitor. He marked the page for future study.

"This is going to take forever," exclaimed Hermione. "If only we had something to go on. A weakness of Voldemort's that you excel in..."

"Yeah, but I don't see how 'the power he knows not' will help," Harry said. "I always thought that bit was rubbish."

Hermione lifted her gaze up from her book and her eyes burned a hole into Harry.

"What was that?" she asked impatiently.

"What was what?" Harry replied, taken back at her steely gaze.

"What did you say about the power Voldemort doesn't have?"

"Oh, that," Harry said relieved. He was worried that he had said something to upset Hermione. "It was just something mentioned in the silly prophesy."

Hermione closed her book and was obviously trying to compose herself as she strummed her fingers on the cover of a discarded book.

"Do you mean to tell me that there was more to the prophesy than 'me against him' as you originally told me?" she asked very slowly, as if she was speaking to a dim-witted child.

"Just a bit," Harry replied with more than a little touch of fear. Whenever Hermione had gotten this way in the past, Harry always knew that he was in for trouble. And usually, rightfully so.

"Like what?" The thinly veiled anger started to seep out of her body and Harry's fear grew.

"Um... just that I have a power he doesn't even know about and that um... he marked me as an equal," Harry said rapidly. He had hoped that the faster he said the words, the less angry Hermione would be.

"And I take it you know what that power is," stated Hermione as she rubbed her temples with her fingers.

"Love," Harry replied.

"Love?" Hermione repeated disbelievingly.

"According to Dumbledore, at least."

"Well, he wouldn't have just made an assumption. Did he ever point out when you may have used 'Love' against Voldemort?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, I accidentally tapped into it when Tom possessed me at the Ministry of Magic. I was able to hurt him; so much so that Dumbledore reckoned that he wouldn't try to sneak into my mind again because of the pain he suffered."

"Why... didn't... you... tell... me... about...THAT!?!" Hermione demanded.

"It's not important, not anymore," argued Harry. "Not since Voldemort took my blood! My touch used to be able to cause him pain before his resurrection. But now, he has my blood in his veins, and he can touch me without hurting himself."

"And when did your blood get taken, Harry?""

"Fourth year, as you bloody well know," Harry replied irritably.

"And when were you possessed?" asked Hermione, a smile returning to her face. Apparently, she took a great amount of joy in seeing how long it would take Harry to catch up with her train of thought.

"Fifth year... oh, wait..." Harry paused. "When he possessed me in the Ministry of Magic, he already had my blood in his veins."

"Harry, you may not be able to harm him just by touching him anymore," explained Hermione, "but somehow, you were able to activate that power when he tried to possess you and you hurt him! You hurt him enough that you drove him away!"

Hermione got that look again, the look she got when her brain went into overdrive. After a moment she asked: "Can you think of any other time you tapped into the power of love? Not necessarily just against Voldemort."

After a bit of thought, Harry offered, "Well, I don't know if it's love or not, but the two times I've used a Patronus against real Dementors could have been close."

"Could you explain?" Hermione asked patiently.

"When I realized that it wasn't my dad who cast the Stag Patronus I had seen, but me..." Harry said with his eyes closed, trying to concentrate on the memory from his third year. "I remembered thinking that I was going to leave the Dursely's and live with Sirius. I was going to live with someone who cared for me."

"That's familial love," Hermione explained. "That is the love of a family. You had inadvertently tapped into a form of love when you cast the Patronus."

"And then the second time was when Dudley and I were attacked," Harry continued. "Before I cast the Patronus, I remembered thinking about seeing you and Ron."

"Platonic love, love of friends."

"That's about it," Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"What about Cho?" Hermione asked. "You did have a crush on her which is a form of affectionate love. And you did kiss her."

"Oh, yeah" Harry said with a snap of his fingers. "When Snape was teaching me Occlumency, he was about to see an image of me and Cho kissing and I threw off his Legilimency attack for the first time, and it was without a wand or spell."

"That's very good," Hermione complimented.

"And I entered his mind," Harry continued, and Hermione's jaw dropped. "I saw him as a kid hiding under a table as his parents fought."

"You entered Snape's mind without a wand or casting a spell?" Hermione asked. "He's a skilled Occlumens, you shouldn't have been able to do that! His defenses should have stopped you easily! That's incredible, Harry! I think Dumbledore was correct. Think about it. Most wizards and witches can't produce a corporeal Patronus, and even if they do, they would be able to drive away maybe one or two Dementors, like Remus did on the train. But when you thought about love in one way or another, you were able to drive away scores of Dementors. And look what you did with Snape; you easily broke through a skilled Occlumens' shields and saw his memories, because you unknowingly tapped into your power of love. Apparently, when you access you power base, love, you are a very powerful wizard indeed!"

Harry blushed at her compliment. Hermione paused and worried her lip before continuing: "Harry, I know it's a touchy subject, but could you tell me what you felt with Ginny?"

"Now I feel revulsion," Harry answered, with only a minor shudder. "But during the time, I guess the best way to describe it would be to say it was like a scaly monster was living in my chest."

"A scaly monster? That's not love Harry; that sounds more like lust and jealousy!" Hermione cried victoriously. "No wonder you were so ineffectual last year!"

"Excuse me!" Harry blurted out. "/Ineffectual/?"

"Yes Harry, ineffectual," Hermione repeated. "Remember, you told me the events of the cave. You panicked. Panicking is something you've never done before. Remember in first year, Hagrid had to pair you with Draco because he had already scared Neville. Hagrid knew that you wouldn't panic. In second year, you faced a forty foot snake that could've killed you just by looking at you and you didn't panic! You may have been frightened, that's only normal. But you did not panic. In third year, you drove off scores of Dementors without panicking. When you were Portkeyed to the graveyard during the final task of the Tri-Wizard, you dueled with Voldemort, the most feared Dark Lord in decades and again you didn't panic!

"But, when the Infiri attacked, you admitted that you completely forgot the simple flame hex. The same hex that Dumbledore had just reminded you about moments before. And then, when you were chasing after Snape and the Death Eaters, you couldn't land even one hex on Snape. In previous encounters with Death Eaters, you've always been spectacular. You were able to Stun or incapacitate several Death Eaters when Voldemort resurrected himself as well as during the battle in the Department of Mysteries. You should've been able to deal with the zombies without freezing up, and you should have at least singed Snape.

"That has to prove that Dumbledore was right. Your power base is love!" Hermione continued. "All you strengths come from one form of love or another. But last year, you were lusting after Ginny. And that lust was detrimental to your power base. Lust is not love in any way shape or form! Lust is a mockery of love. That's why you were acting so strangely last year."

"Alright, fine, then. But why were you acting so strangely last year?" Harry shot back. He was angry with her because deep down, he knew she was right. "You dropped S.P.E.W. like it had meant nothing to you even though you were clearly obsessed about the cause for two years. You broke the rules when hexed another student just so Ron could stay on the Quidditch team. I realize that you've bent and broken the rules before, but the times you've done that, people's lives were at risk. But this time, you broke the rules just to save Ron from embarrassment. And then you chastised me when you thought I might have cheated when I tricked Ron into believing that I gave him the Felix Felicis, doing the exact same thing you did: saving Ron from embarrassing himself. It also took you months to find out that Prince was related to Snape, something you normally would've found out in no time at all! Especially since you were so dead certain that Eileen Prince was somehow related to the damned Half-Blood Prince in my Potions Text. You only bothered to check on what happened to Eileen Prince after Snape admitted to being the Half-Blood Prince."

Hermione hung her head in shame. Harry's heart dropped roughly to his knees. "I'm sorry Hermione, I didn't mean-"

"No, you're right Harry. We both acted strangely last year," Hermione interrupted. "And my own reasons were pretty much the same reasons as to why you acted oddly as well. I simply wanted to be loved. I wanted someone to hold my hand and kiss me. I wanted someone to say I'm pretty and to mean it. I wanted someone to think of me when I wasn't around.

"All of the other girls in our year, and most of the younger ones as well, were already active in the dating scene, and as strange as it may seem, I felt compelled to start dating as well. Perhaps the underlying reason was as simple as I didn't want those Yule Ball rumors to finally come true. You know the ones I mean; the ones that said that no boy would ever want to be seen with someone like me; a bossy know-it-all with bushy hair. But I didn't want to date someone I didn't know," Hermione continued with tears streaming down her face. "So I decided that it would have to be either you or Ron. And you were already ogling Ginny, so I set my sights on Ron. That's why I stopped caring about House-Elves; Ron doesn't care about them, he only cares about Quidditch. That's also why I hexed McLaggen. And I suppose that's the only excuse I can give as to why I didn't figure about Snape and the whole Potions Text. I was so desperate for Ron to notice me that I ignored what was staring me right in the face. I needed Ron to notice me, there was no one else available for me. I had come to the conclusion that I didn't have a chance with you. You're popular, even though you hate it, and brave and handsome, and I'm ugly and bookish-"

"Let me explain something to you Hermione," interrupted Harry as he took her face gently in his hands and looked deeply into her eyes. "I think you are beautiful, and not just in a physical way either. Even though I can honestly say that your breasts are fantastic! Awe inspiring, to be truthful." Hermione blushed as Harry continued, "But you're beautiful in so many other ways as well. You're ridiculously smart, incredibly brave, patient, kind, compassionate, and you know me better than anyone else. Remember back in our third year? The game where the Dementors knocked me off my Nimbus? It was raining so hard I couldn't see. Wood had called a time out and I was about to point out my vision problem. Before I could even begin, you appeared over my shoulder to help me out, without needing to be asked. Then in our fifth year, when I thought that I had somehow caused Nagini to attack Mr. Weasley, everyone let me wallow in self pity in that damn room. Ginny, the girl I was so infatuated with last year, let me rot in that room. But not you, you canceled a holiday with your folks and marched right up to Buckbeak's room and literally dragged me out the moment you arrived. You've always been there for me, to help me, even when I thought I didn't want it. You were the only one brave enough to say that Voldemort had laid a trap for me in the Department of Mysteries. And yet, you still went with me because you knew I needed your help. You know me better than I know myself.

"Do you want to know what Ginny said to me when I broke up with her?" Harry continued. "She said that I'd only be happy hunting Voldemort. She said that's why she liked me so much."

"How can she think that?" Hermione asked incredulously. "You want to be a father."

"W-what?" Harry stammered. It was as if Hermione had dumped a bucket of ice water over his head and it shocked him to his core.

"It's obvious to me that you want to get married and have a bunch of kids," Hermione said, as if it was common knowledge. "You want the one thing you've never had: a loving family." Harry slowly lowered himself to the floor and sat down.

"I do?" he asked as an image appeared in his minds eye. He looked a little older and he was surrounded by children, his children. That image filled the young man with such happiness that he actually started to cry. "I guess I do want kids." Hermione lowered herself into Harry's lap and kissed away his tears. "You see, you do know me better than I do."

The couple sat on the floor in the Restricted Section just holding each other for a long while, saying nothing, just enjoying being in each others arms. Hermione finally pulled herself away from Harry's embrace and said: "We better get back to researching."

"Do we have to?" Harry pleaded while still holding onto her hands.

"Yes, we do," Hermione ordered. "But it should be easier now that we have a better focus. We just have to look for spells and rituals which use love."

Hermione disappeared into the stacks as Harry grudgingly stood up and began his search anew. After an hour of browsing through the Restricted Section, Harry's eye caught the words "Love" and "Magic" on the binding of an old red-leather book. 'Could this be it? The thing that could lead to the downfall of Voldemort?' Harry's hopes were dashed though, when he read the full title: "The Magic of Making Love: By Thos. Antric." He shrugged as he pulled the book from the shelves; he reckoned that he might as well thumb through it, seeing that it was the only book he had found in the past hour that even appeared to be remotely related to love.

The first page Harry opened to had almost made him drop the book out of shock. It was a magical photo showing a witch and wizard, both very naked, in a unique position. A position that Harry thought should have caused a great deal of pain (/'Was that his foot by her ear or her own? And where was her left hand?'/), but judging by the expressions on their faces, they were rather enjoying it.

The next page that Harry randomly turned to piqued his interest. The chapter was titled "A Witch's Orgasm and its Power; How You Can Benefit From It!" Harry didn't need to read the chapter to learn how a witch's orgasm could benefit him; he would be able to show Hermione just how much she meant to him, and he could properly return the pleasure that Hermione had given him. The next random chapter that Harry turned to made him think that the book was written precisely with him in mind: "The Hidden Benefits of Being a Parselmouth; Cunnilingus and You!" Harry marked that page and stuffed the book in his bag. The book may not help him defeat Voldemort, but it looked like it could help him in his love life.

Harry returned to their desk to find Hermione already hidden behind a wall of books. The young wizard sat down at his chair and started to read the new-found book.

The chapter on Parselmouths was very enlightening. It stated that Parselmouths have a magical ability that is focused within the wizard's tongue, and while normally this magic is used to communicate with snakes, it could be used while giving oral pleasure to a witch. The book also had several diagrams explaining different techniques to illicit the best response from the witch.

After he had read the chapter no less than ten times, completely skipping over the sections dealing with the theories and so-called "magical benefits", concentrating strictly on form and technique, Harry realized that it had grown dark outside. He looked at the clock on the wall and noticed it was half past ten at night. "Hermione, let's fetch some supper and call it a night," he called out.







Harry was having a very interesting dream the next morning; he was on the shore next to the Hogwarts Lake. Some odd compulsion forced him to gobble some gillyweed that was in his hands and he then jumped into the water. After he felt gills popping out on the sides of his neck, Harry swam under the water for several minutes until he saw something that would lead him to his goal - what that goal was, he didn't know, but Harry needed to reach it for some unknown reason. The thing that Harry saw was a mermaid. But it wasn't what real mermaids looked like, merpeople are actually very unattractive, downright ugly one might say. This mermaid was quite beautiful; she looked exactly like Hermione did above the waist. And she was topless to boot! But before Harry could get a good look at mermaid-Hermione's boobs, she dashed away. He gave chase immediately. Mermaid-Hermione dove into a dark tunnel at the bottom of the lakebed and Harry quickly followed. The tunnel was incredibly dark, but unlike the water outside the tunnel which was cold, this water was warm and pleasant. For some odd reason, Harry felt his ever-present companion, 'Harry, Jr.' begin to stir in his swim-trucks. After a few moments of swimming through the tunnel blindly, Harry saw a slit of light in the distance. Harry instinctively swam toward the light and passed through it. He turned around and saw that he had just exited the tunnel and onto the lakebed through a giant clam.

But before Harry could turn around and continue pursuing mermaid-Hermione, he was tackled by someone. As he was pushed down into the lakebed, kelp magically sprang to life to bind his hands and feet. Someone rapidly stripped off his swim trunks. He looked up into the beautiful hazel eyes of mermaid-Hermione.

"I see that part of you is awake," she said wickedly, indicating Harry's partially aroused state, as she twirled his trunks in front of her while poking him in the ribs. "I'm just waiting for the rest of you to wake up."

"Huh?" Harry grunted groggily as his eyes opened up. He normally wouldn't have been happy to wake up from such an interesting dream, but any animosity that he might have felt toward the person who woke him up disappeared the moment his eyes focused on the young woman in front of him. Hermione stood in front of Harry wearing her sleeping gown and holding a pair of boxers in front of her, specifically Harry's boxers. That's when Harry felt a draft on 'Harry, Jr.'/. He tried to cover his bits, but found that his hands and feet were invisibly bound to his bedposts, obviously by Hermione for some illicit and, more than likely, exciting purpose. The young witch examined Harry's naked body with unmasked desire in her eyes. Harry was embarrassed, nay, mortified that he was laying starkers in front of Hermione. /'Harry, Jr.' on the other hand reveled in the attention. It stood proud as if it was saying "Hey, look at me!"

"Quite impressive, Mr. Potter," said Hermione, as if she was grading one of his papers. "You should be proud."

Harry felt his skin turn red at Hermione's comments and 'Harry, Jr.' stood even taller.

"Seeing as you're naked, which I might have had something to do with that - but I admit nothing, mind you- and I am dressed," Hermione said theatrically, "let's even the score a bit"

Hermione then reached down and slowly, almost hesitantly, removed her gown. Harry emitted a small "ooh" sound when he saw the two things that he had so desperately wanted to see the past few days; Hermione's nipples.

Her nipples, which Harry decided to call "Carmella" and "Natasha," were full and erect, as if they were saying 'hello' to 'Harry, Jr.' who was singing to the heavens at that point in time.

Hermione stood nervously as Harry took in every inch of her exposed body. His eyes took in her white cotton knickers, lingered on her flat tummy, then slowly traveled up to her bare breasts, and then finally, he locked eyes with her and said: "My God Hermione, you are beautiful."

"That is what I was waiting to hear," said Hermione, her self-confidence obviously bolstered by Harry's comments. She crawled onto the foot of the bed and lowered her mouth over Harry's organ.

She began by using her tongue, running it up and down his shaft. Then she placed it into her mouth and began the same wonderful technique she used the other night. Harry groaned in pleasure and tugged at his invisible bounds. He frantically wanted to touch her, to run his hands through her hair. But she had cruelly bound him to his bedpost.

Slurping noises emanated from Hermione as she bobbed up and down on his pole, coating 'Harry, Jr.' with her saliva. Harry started to groan when Hermione began to cup and gently massage his balls. Within minutes (Harry noted with a great deal of masculine pride that he had lasted much longer then his first time), he felt the pressure build up. He remembered the tongue lashing he had gotten from Hermione the last time when he failed to warn her. Mind you he rather liked the tongue lashing he was getting now, but he hated the other type.

"Hermione, I'm gonna cum," Harry grunted.

Hermione stopped her fellatio and looked up at Harry. A broad, sinful smile stretched across her lips as she said, "Happy Birthday, Harry."

Then Harry got the best birthday present he had ever gotten. Hermione took his entire length into her mouth, pausing only to relax her gag reflex when he reached her throat. Harry stopped breathing when he felt Hermione's throat pulsate and contract as she seemingly tried to swallow his organ. She let out a low grumble that emanated from her throat and the sound sent shivers through his body. While continuing to grumble, Hermione sucked on his organ. Within seconds, Harry had lost control and unloaded into Hermione's mouth. His dick jumped once in her mouth, shooting off the first blast of his load and Hermione raised herself and suckled on his crown. 'Harry, Jr.' bucked again and again, discharging his semen into her mouth.

After Harry was finished, Hermione made a show of swallowing his load. She had a look on her face like she had just swallowed something dreadful, perhaps a flobberworm, but Harry almost came again just at the sight of her swallowing. Hermione retrieved her wand and performed a Breath Cleaning Charm before releasing Harry from his magical bonds.

"Sorry about that, I'm not used to the taste just yet." said Hermione as she crawled onto his bare body, pressing her naked breasts into his heaving chest. "I've done some research and read that a man's diet affects the taste of his semen. Maybe we can experiment with the foods you eat, and see which resultant taste I like the best?"

'Experiment!' Harry's mind declared triumphantly. What she said definitely hinted that Hermione was willing to do this act again. 'Try to act as smooth as possible,' Harry thought to himself as he replied to Hermione, "Sure, I won't mind. Anything in the name of progress."

"So, was it good for you?" Hermione asked with a saucy smile.

In all honesty, it was very, very good for him. But he also knew that it couldn't have been all that enjoyable for her. She did all the work, yet received no pleasure for herself, while Harry had gotten all the enjoyment (and a lot of it). Harry didn't just want to tell her that it was terrific; he wanted to show her how terrific it was. He needed to show Hermione, not simply because he felt obligated to return the pleasure that she had given him twice already. He wanted to do it so Hermione herself could feel ecstasy. Somewhere deep within Harry, he felt the almost desperate need to make Hermione... happy. Harry just wasn't certain he knew how to show her just what he felt for her, and what he felt she deserved. Then Harry remembered his 'special book' and the chapter that he so diligently memorized.

"Instead of telling you, let me show you," Harry replied and quickly rolled over so that Hermione was under him before she could protest. Hermione squealed in surprise.

"What do you have in mind, Harry?" asked Hermione after she regained her composure.

"Retuning the favor," answered Harry. He hesitantly added, "That is, if you don't mind."

Before answering, Hermione averted her eyes and blushed such a bright crimson, that Harry reasoned that he could easily read in the dark just by using her body as a night light.

"No, I don't mind," she replied nervously.

"Now, I've never done this before," stated Harry, "and I know there are lots of ways to do this improperly beside 'using teeth,' so tell me when I do something wrong."

After Hermione nodded in the affirmative, Harry started by kissing her passionately, he then trailed kisses down her chin, her neck, passed her color-bone, until he reached the valley between Hermione's breasts. Harry took this opportunity to get to know 'Natasha' and 'Carmella' intimately. Hermione groaned as Harry licked, suckled, and lightly nibbled on her tender flesh. The heat coming off Hermione's body was intense and her breath became more and more labored as Harry continued to play with 'Natasha' and /'Carmella'/. After several minutes of focusing on her breasts, Harry trailed kisses down her taught tummy. He looked up at Hermione when he got to her cotton knickers and said, "If you want me to stop just say so-"

But Harry was cut off when Hermione nearly shouted at him, "If you don't pull my damned knickers off right now, I swear to Merlin...!"

"Okay, okay..." placated Harry as he hooked his fingers around her panties. The young wizard took a fortifying breath before slowly tugging the cotton garment down. Hermione gasped as she became exposed to the morning air. Harry gulped as he saw something he hadn't expected.

"S-s-sha-s-s-shaved?" he stammered as he examined Hermione's flower.

"Yes," Hermione replied sheepishly.

"S-s-sha-s-s-shaved?" he repeated, still stunned.

"It's strictly for hygiene," she explained, still a little sheepishly.

"C-c-co-com-c-completely s-s-sha-s-s-shaved?"

"Well, yes," she answered, her sheepishness was suddenly replaced by a saucy grin. "You see, I'm very hygienic."

'Gryffindor was right,' Harry thought to himself, 'brainy girls are naughty!'

As Harry took in Hermione and all her wonder, he commented to himself internally that when Hermione had satisfied him earlier, she had an easier job... err sorry about that. When it came to his bits, all Harry had was 'Harry, Jr.' and his luggage. And the only way he could think of not fulfilling 'Harry, Jr.' was if teeth were used. But with Hermione's bits there was so much more! According to the book that Harry had hidden in his school bag, there was the Mons Veneris, the clitoris and its hood, and the Labia. And as reported by the book, there were definitely bad ways in stimulating Hermione.

With a touch of trepidation, Harry started by gently kissing the area around her flower - which he had almost given a name of a flower, but seeing that both his mother and his aunt had flower names, he became content with just "flower." It was apparent that Hermione enjoyed these tiny kisses, so Harry continued this course of action for a while. Harry kissed her nether lips and Hermione gasped, that's when Harry decided that his tongue should come into play.

He used his fore and middle fingers on his left hand to softly pry open her petals. Harry used his tongue to trace Hermione's outer and inner lips and her honey began to seep out. After a minute or two of working on her vagina and lips, Harry used his right thumb to gently push her hood back, exposing her clitoris. Hermione gasped when Harry's tongue touched her clit.

The brunette witch started to writhe and moan while Harry worked on his budding... /err sorry again/... skills of cunnilingus. After two or three minutes, Harry noticed that Hermione seemed to be enjoying his attempts. To him, Hermione tasted warm, sweet, and musky. Little droplets of sweat were appearing all over her body and her breathing was heavier than before. It was at this point that he decided to push Hermione over the edge, so to speak, and use the techniques that he had read in the book concerning Parslemouths.

Pausing for a second from his operations, Harry closed his eyes and focused on an image of a snake in his mind in order to trigger his rare power. Since Harry could never tell if he was speaking Parseltongue or English, he asked Hermione: "Can you understand me?"

"Harry, why are you speaking in Parseltongue?" Hermione asked. "I can't - OH SWEET BABY MAEVE!"

Hermione couldn't finish her statement properly; because Harry was satisfied that he was using his Parselmouth abilities and started his cunnilingus once more. Almost immediately, Hermione thrashed around and alternated between moaning, growling, and occasionally, babbling incoherently.

"... swish and flick..." Hermione sputtered disjointedly while Harry twirled his magical tongue around her bud. "...powdered newt...nimbus...." As magic poured off of Harry's tongue into Hermione, he could feel every muscle in her body tense up. "Oh. Oh. Oh, mamma!"

One of Hermione's hands grabbed a tuff of Harry's hair and tugged at him while her legs wrapped around his head and pulled him closer. It was at this point that 'Harry, Jr.' woke up again and desperately, almost painfully, wanted to play again. Harry thought about using one of his hands to relieve himself, but realized that this moment was for Hermione. He wanted to concentrate fully, mentally, physically, and emotionally, on her. He would take care of 'Harry, Jr.' later.

After a minute or two, Harry could sense the buildup in Hermione, but he could feel himself about to release as well. Hermione's back arched and sweat poured off of her naked flesh. Her body was raked by shallow, quivering gasps of breath.

"Oh, gods, Harry!" Hermione shouted as a combined wave of magic and ecstasy passed through her body, and then through Harry's. Her musky juices shot out of her pussy and filled his mouth. He tried his best to lap up her honey, but a large amount flowed out of his mouth and poured down his chin. Harry groaned into Hermione as he climaxed in the middle of her orgasm. The two teens didn't notice the very loud bang that accompanied their simultaneous orgasms.

Slowly, Harry's eyes took in the vision before him; Hermione lay on the bed, panting heavily, her body flushed and glistening. Her nether lips were red and swollen and her wetness still seeped out of her. The young man smiled with pride, because he didn't need to ask Hermione if it was good for her. He could tell by the glow emanating from her body that she had thoroughly enjoyed his first efforts. Then it hit him, she was literally glowing! She was throwing off light! He was shocked to find that he was glowing softly as well. Harry was about to ask Hermione about this startling occurrence when he noticed that she had her eyes fixed on something behind him.

With her legs still draped over his shoulders, Harry turned his head and saw that except for the bed that they were currently using, every object in the room was floating six feet off of the ground. Every book, scrap piece of parchment, every article of clothing - Harry spotted Hermione's knickers straight away, they were twirling slowly as if dancing- even the other beds hovered several feet in the air.

Before either of the two teens could discus these strange events, the door to the dorm room flew open and Tonks rushed in, waving her wand.

"Harry, are you okay?" the pink haired Auror shouted out, as she started to quickly scan the room. "I heard a...uh... bang?" Tonks paused as she finally noticed the two naked forms in front of her; Hermione glistening with sweat and her hair tossed this way and that, with Harry kneeling as if in prayer at Hermione's altar and his face dripping with her love juice. A sardonic, almost wicked smile crept across Tonks's face. But the smile was nothing compared to the devilish look in her eye. Both Hermione and Harry made a weak squeaking noise at that look.

t of the time. Nothing much." I mumble.

"Missing Shona are you?" she asks.

"Yes." I think despite all the fucking I've done since she left on Friday, I am missing Shona but I say nothing.

"Never mind she'll be back tonight. Have her round if you like but behave yourselves! See you later."

"Bye Mum." I say giving her a peck on the cheek. Oh yes! I know just how to behave with Shona! Daydreaming about Shona and what she might be getting up to at camp especially with her prime target Sheila I finish my chores just as the phone rings. It's Dot.

"Hi Jim!" she calls down the line. "Busy today?"

"Nothing planned." I reply.

"Well get on your bike, as they say, and get out here. Sally and I are waiting for you and Bambie and Thumper should be here by the time you are."

"Bambie and Thumper?" I query.

"Our twin cousins - thought Shona would have told you."

"She did mention them but not their names."

"Oh! Those are their nicknames - really they're called Emily and Clare. You'll love them, thirteen, blond on the side of white and absolutely gorgeous. Virgins of course as is Sally - can't claim that myself for some reason."

"Ssh! Someone'll hear you!" I protest.

"That's the good bit, there's no one else to hear. Everyone's gone off to a boring old agricultural show - seen one, seen 'm all so Sal and I elected to stay here." I can almost hear her grin down the phone.

"OK, OK! See you soon. I will literally be on my bike though - there aren't any buses today." One of the worst aspects of small town living is the total lack of public transport on a Sunday. "Bye!" I hang up and having locked the house fetch my bike from the garage. My route takes me past Katie's flat, my cock twitching at the thought of the planned threesome with her and her daughter Cath. Impulse makes me stop and ring the bell although I don't really expect her to be in - a Saturday night with Cath away would undoubtedly have seen Katie off clubbing somewhere - but the door opens and I am quickly pulled inside.

"Jim! Saw it was you through the spy hole!" Katie hugs me tight standing naked in the hallway. We kiss with a passion, my cock rising as my hands run free over her body. She strokes my crotch appreciatively.

"Didn't think you'd be in. Thought you'd be off clubbing last night."

"Uh-uh. Short-cutted that this weekend and invited Linda down here instead - I've been seeing quite a lot of her since the tattoo business. Come and meet her." Katie pulls me through to her bedroom. There lying on the bed was a very beautiful girl in her late teens at best, her red hair cut severely short accentuating her facial features. Her cunt is bare like Katie's except she has a sort of geometrical design tattooed where Katie has her butterfly! Linda is obviously taken by surprise curling into a tight ball.

"Katie! I said I'm not too sure about all this!"

"Yeah but you couldn't wait to make my butterfly fly last night, could you?" Katie says indicating the large strap on dildo lying on the bed "I want Jim and if you just want to watch that's fine - just don't get in the way!!" Katie lies back on the bed smiling. "Come on Jim, fuck me!"

Literally ripping off my clothes, underwear etc. again having been left in the drawer, I join her on the bed. Is she one hot lady? My cock falls to her pussy and I gently take her making her sigh softly as my cock slides into her tight cunt. If only it were Cath rather than Linda watching us! But this thought is only a passing one as her Mum and I ride together bringing her off quickly. I press on not wanting to stop making her come time and again. Linda comes to us obviously having overcome her doubts having strapped on the plastic cock. "Said he was good in your arse too, didn't you?" Linda presses the dildo to Katie's rear. "I've never done this before! Have you?"

"No - not both holes at once!" Katie says "but like I said, Jim's fucked me there before now. Think I'd like to try!" Without pausing in my actions I roll us over exposing Katie's rear to Linda as I pull Katie's cheeks apart. Linda merely smiles and presses the manikin to Katie's arse. Katie desperately bucks back and suddenly both her cunt and arse are full. Is she tight on me or what? I gasp causing Katie to ask "Like that do you? Just imagine it was Cath with the dildo! If it were I'd want you to come all over me so she could lick it off - or vice versa, I'd like you to come on her so I could lick your seed off her!"

"Maybe next week." I say reaching up to Katie's tits as Linda continues to pound the artificial cock into her arse. "In the meantime I could come on these or Linda's!"

Katie rolls away a moment later having been brought off by the combination of my cock in her cunt and the dildo in her arse. "Gosh! That was good! Come on Linda then fuck her as I clean her up." Katie unties the dildo with one hand while keeping me alert with the other. Once Linda is ready, Katie starts wanking me furiously but somehow gently at the same time directing my cock over Linda's tits. Katie's fist pounds down on me until I am spurting all over Linda, her mouth, her tits, her belly, her puss. There is barely anywhere on her front which I miss. Katie dives in making the most of it but keeping her body clear of Linda's puss. "Go on Jim! Enjoy!" she says looking up smiling. Still hard I join the pair kissing them both as my cock finds Linda's puss. Katie pushes me forward causing my cock to part her lips into a familiar resistance. Virgin! I pull her to me and begin to fuck - to say I'm excited is an understatement! Making it good for her and making her come time after time I fuck her tight hole, I am insatiable! Katie is lying beside us playing with herself and enjoying the spectacle having licked all she can of me from Linda's body. "Try her arse Jim, I want to see that too." Next time Linda comes I pull out and turn her over, pushing my cock to her tight little anus. My knob breaks into her and she pushes back until I am totally within her making Katie squeal with glee as she watches. I would squeal too if I'd any emotion left over to squeal with as I fuck myself on Linda's tight arse. Linda's orgasm never ceases as I pound in and out of her dark hole until I finally let loose in her, my balls producing a gallon of sperm for her, she coming constantly as I do so.

The three of us cuddle together my hands tracing over their tattoos. "Feels nice." I tell them. "Didn't know you were still virgin Linda!"

"Well... I'm only sixteen you know?"

"Sixteen?" Katie and I echo.

"Yeah, yeah I know. Look older don't I? Been having it off with girls for nearly four years now and clubbing for the past year or so. Had to lick the cunt of the door person first time to get in - god was she butch! But since then its been fine. Got the tattoo about six months since on my birthday."

My hand continues to trace, a finger dipping into her fuck hole. "First time on a cock then?" I tease finding it dripping wet causing my cock to stir once more. "Bet it won't be the last!"

"Too right!" She rolls over on top of me spearing her cunt down onto me as she does so. "Triangles can't fly I'm afraid" she says as I continue to trace out the design on her pubes pulling her lips apart as she goes down on me. She leans over me offering me her itty, bitty titties. I guzzle away - her tits should have told me she was younger than I first suspected; they were only about the same size as Shona's - or to put it another way, just about perfect! Katie joins us, she sitting on my face allowing my long broad tongue to probe at and into her cunt. I drink her sweet honey, images of Cath once more in my mind.

"Let's try another trick!" Katie slides down me pressing herself against Linda rising and falling with her as she fucks down hard on my cock. Katie grabs my cock on an upstroke and as they fall takes me into her cunt. Next round I am back in Linda! "My cunt! Linda's! My arse! Linda's arse! Me! Linda! Oh.. my arse again!" Katie calls out. This hot pair, me taking them in four holes almost simultaneously, don't take long to make me boil over, they coming constantly as they continue to take me up seemingly random holes. The pace of the action means that I come on them at least as much as in them but they don't mind. Just as they settle to lap my cum from one another my phone goes again. it's Dot.

"Where am I? I'm on my way - had a puncture." I lie. I go to Katie. "Got to go" I whisper "or I'll have too much explaining to do. Wish it could have been Cath."

Katie smiles between laps at Linda "Me too although that was fantastic! See what you can work out."

Hurriedly I dress and let myself out. Grabbing my bike I speed the few miles to the farm and knock on the door of the farmhouse - the place seems deserted. After a good pause Dot lets me in. She is dressed only in a sarong. "Sorry I was so long but I needed to slip something on. Come and meet Sally." But instead I pull Dot to me kissing her luscious lips and managing to undo the knot on the sarong. It falls away leaving Dot standing naked.

"Needn't have bothered on my account!" I tell her as my hands and mouth explore all over her enjoying the fullness of her breasts, her erect nipples and taut stomach until my hand comes to her puss. I drop to my knees in front of her and kiss her pussy lips driving my tongue between them as I lave the length of her slit. She is very wet - too wet for it just to have been from my attentions making me wonder what she and Sally had been up to while waiting for me to appear. I flick my tongue over her prominent clit.

"Do that one more time and I'll come." she breathes but it actually takes two more lashes before she does, her juices sweet on my tongue. Having undone my trousers as I knelt, they fall as I stand allowing my cock-head to trace up Dot's inner thigh and on into the tenderness of her puss. As he slides further into her Dot throws her arms round my neck and kisses me. "Oh Jim, isn't fucking just so right and natural? Love what you've just done you randy little bugger!"

"No he's in your puss but if you want buggered I'm sure something could be arranged."

"You can fuck my arse later if you like - you will not bugger me!" Dot exclaims as I achieve a full penetration of her lifting her slightly of the ground as I do so. At this she jumps up drawing me half out of her before she settles back down on me with her legs wrapped round my back. I have to grab her bum to balance us and to relieve some of her weight from my cock. "Now to the bedroom James!"

Stepping carefully out of my trousers I ask the way. She indicates a back room - thankfully not up the stairs, don't think I could manage that. Dot wriggles about causing indescribable sensations on my cock as I very carefully walk to the door with her perched there on my dick and manage to push it open.

"Dot! Are you? Is he?" a girl's voice asks. Tripping over the bed Dot lands heavily on it with me still inside her.

"Oh yes, I am and he is. Now fuck me!" Dot manages to answer not really caring what the questions actually were meant to have been. Releasing her arm and leg locks on me she fucks up hard at me with her hips.

"Want it hard do you?" I ask fucking hard back at her. She nods. I think the tensions built up in both of us during the 'walk' had removed the need for any further preliminaries and when Dot said hard she meant hard, lifting her arse clear of the bed every time as she came to meet my downward thrusts causing our bodies to slam together. We are lost in each other - I am not even aware of who else is in the room. Dot arches back, her cunt muscles rippling along my cock as she finds her release and I follow her after just a couple more strokes into her now much more passive cunt consigning my usual huge load into her depths before we collapse together panting. A ripple of applause goes up. I look up to see Wendy as well as Sally smiling down at Dot and I.

"Some show Jim! You were out of it Dot!" Wendy applauds. "Now Sally, want to taste your first sperm? You'll find it in your sister's cunt." Wendy gently pushes Sally to Dot as she pulls me away from her. Sally doesn't need pushed in the slightest and goes eagerly to Dot looking very practised in her actions - Shona said she was 'wonderful pussy eater' - the difference this time is that she has just watched her sister and I fuck and now she was draining my cum from between Dot's engorged pussy lips. As we lie watching my hands caressing and fondling Wendy's ample tits I ask her "Fancy a tit fuck?"

"Not right now." Wendy giggles. "Save that for when everyone's here so they can all drink you from me. Right now I've a little hole between my legs that needs plugged. Can I come on top?"

I roll over onto my back. My cock is not quite ready for action but a couple of kisses from Wendy before she takes me into her tight throat soon puts that right. "That's better!" she exclaims grabbing my dick and setting it to her bare puss sliding it up and down her slit. "Feel how wet your show got me! Either that it was when Sally ate me out - she's good though not as good as Shona - she's one of the best. Some mover that girlfriend of yours!"

"I know!" I say pushing slightly up at Wendy. She takes the hint and sits down slowly on me. "Oh Jim! Oh! Oh! Ah!" She reaches the bottom her cunt tight around my dick. "Still can't believe he's so big. Think I'd burst if he were any wider." I buck up at her and she stops talking and begins to fuck back at me with rapid little movements. "Feel me Jim. Feel your cock in me!" I reach out exploring her cunt stretched around me before I start to play with her clit. "Fuck! Jim I'm coming!" Gasping for breath she hollers out her pleasure before pulling off me. "Sorry Jim - I know you didn't come but I couldn't take any more. Besides keeps you up for Sal!"

Sally having licked Dot to orgasm again comes and lies beside me. I pull her to me and we kiss. I gently run my hands up and down her body deliberately steering clear of her boobs and puss - basically just having a good snog leaving her to find my cock when she is ready. She is in no hurry and I don't mind - perhaps too much of my experience to date has been at a frantic pace. Eventually as we kiss she pulls my hand to her chest and I start to massage her firm little tits making her gasp in my mouth as my thumb finds her nipple. I am in heaven just enjoying being with her as I had with Shona only a few days ago. I pull myself from her lips as her hand begins to stroke my erection working my way down her neck and chest kissing as I go until I am able to draw her tit into my mouth. Softly, softly catchee monkey. She moans in satisfaction as I release her and, kissing softly as I go make my way over to the other side, gently drawing her in when I achieve my target. Her moans become lower and more constant, her grip on my cock firmer, as I continue to kiss my way down her body, over her tight little tummy until my mouth is in her downy bush, my tongue twirling at her merger covering of hair as I scent her cunt. She is obviously ready for this as I reach her honey pot. Deliberately I avoid her clit going lower to press my tongue against but not into her beautiful little love hole before drawing it upwards making her nearly scream with passion as I eventually give in and nibble lightly on her clit. I do not linger instead dropping down again and laving my way upwards once more. This time as soon as I reach her clit she comes, she tastes so fresh in my mouth I nearly come in sympathy - had she still been playing with my cock I probably would have but she'd not been able to keep up her actions as her passion grew. I don't mind - I just know she will be incredible on me! I come up and kiss her on the lips again letting her taste herself on my lips. "Don't I taste good!" she says modestly as we kiss and cuddle once more. "Liked that Jim!"

"If you fuck half as good as you taste this will be something to savour forever." I tell her almost meaning it. Still cuddled together she takes my cock and bends it downward until the knob is against her pussy lips.

"About there I think" she says "now push!" The angle is awkward but the potential reward is great as I push forward, she pushing back so that there is no doubting her intention. "Oh Jim, ouch!" she cries. "Wait a minute." I stop pushing as she adjusts herself against me. "OK, now go!" We push together, the pressure on the end of my knob great - her hymen is putting up a more valiant fight than most but then after one very determined thrust from Sally I am through, my knob in her delicate little cunt if only just. "Hell didn't think he was going to fit there!" I curl my body forcing my cock slowly into her. Honey pot has been right - her cunt juices feel almost sticky against me as I slide in going full length while still kissing her mouth.

"There you've got him all now" I tell her "How'd you feel?"

"Kinda sore but that's going. Very full and kinda buzzed!" She rolls her hips slightly and clamps down with her cunt muscles as she gets used to having a cock in her cunt for the first time. I gasp loudly.

"Keep that up and you'll make me come before I can fuck you properly!"

She smiles and after one last contraction stops abruptly. "Can't have that can we? Not now. So then, fuck me properly!"

I kiss her again and then begin to move within her. By curling and straightening my back I am able to take her with long strokes while maintaining the kiss. For a while she remains motionless just getting accustomed to things I guess. I can tell by the way she is breathing as we kiss her pleasure is mounting. So is mine, her pussy feels so hot around me as I fuck her. Just as I start caressing her exposed tit she starts rocking back at me and rolling her hips. I have to break the kiss to voice my feelings if only inarticulately. "Like that do you? Well I think its about time for you to come!" Sally grins taking my mouth to hers again, the size of her movements increasing. This is pussy heaven! Sally breaks the kiss to moan that she's coming a moment before my balls tighten and I am brought to release shooting a fountain of cum into her, her cunt clamping down hard on me in her orgasm. As I continue to fuck gently into her to drain the last of my cum from my balls I realise she is still moving with me. "Don't stop - it feels too good to stop. Keep going if you can Jim." Sally breathes softly. I kiss her again and do exactly as she says, my cock now slurping as I move into her everything being so wet with a combination of my cum and her orgasmic juices. Recovering, Sally commands "Do me like you just did Dot!"

"Hard you mean?"

"Yeah on my back and hard - well fast anyway!" Sally confirms.

Making sure my cock never losses contact with her cunt I flip Sally onto her back and raise myself above her lifting her legs into the air. "Might dick Sal's arse while I'm up here." I think to myself as I begin to pound into her with a rapid motion. Or at least I think I thought it to myself for as she fucks back up at me she replies smiling "Like to try that. Dot and Wendy have told me all about your antics. But not until you've made me come again."

"It a deal." I smile back knowing she is rapidly building to another climax as we flail our bodies together. "If I can last the pace - your cunt feels so good on me!"

"Shut up and fuck! Oh! Oh!" Sally moans, her breathing already starting to get quicker. Her eyes close and her moaning intensives as she gradually loses it. I grab her hips to keep her with me and she is gone, exploding into a huge orgasm. I lower her gently to the bed. "What about my bum Jim?" she asks.

"Later, you need some recovery time." I tell her.

"No! A deal's a deal and you've not come yet!" She rolls back on the bed raising her cheeks clear supporting herself with her arms. "Go on - but you'll need to do most of the work yourself!" Temptation is too much for me so I hook her legs over my shoulders, put my sopping wet dick to her pucker and push. Her arse takes just as much coaxing and straining as her puss did but eventually I manage to force a way in. "Shit!" she yells. "Its OK Jim, keep going. Oh yes, yes!" I press on into her rectum and when fully inside her begin to massage her tits causing her to relax some and allow me to begin stroking withdrawing only a little way each time but gradually increasing the length and pace until she is taking all of me on each rapid stroke.

"Oh Sal. That feels so good. It won't take me long to come!"

"Feels good to me too now. You can't come before me!" Proving the point another climax sweeps over her, the contractions in her arse almost literally pulling my sperm from me as we come together.

Lying down on the bed, I again hear applause, more this time and one or two cat-calls. As Sal and I recover it becomes apparent Bambie and Thumper have arrived. Two identical girls were standing watching fingering each others' puss along with Wendy and Dot. Dot pulls Sally up from the bed and hugs her. "Well little Sis! If Jim and I put on a show what was that? The Royal Command Performance?" The sisters kiss.

"Call it what you like! The pair of you didn't tell me the half of how good it all feels! I'm wasted! Kinda spaced out." Sally slumps back down on the bed beside me and turns kissing me. "Thanks for begin so patient with me at the start Jim. Everything was so wonderful for me."

I hug her. "Loved exploring you slowly like that too, letting you decide when you were ready to go on. You have a great body. I had a wonderful time too."

"Hate to break up the mutual appreciation society but..." Dot says "Jim meet Emily, Bambie and Clare, Thumper." The two girls curtsy in turn. I look closely almost staring. They are almost colourless, their hair almost white, their skin very pale. The only colour being in their emerald green eyes which twinkle mischievously. The two girls come to me and lie down sucking my nipples in a kind of role reversal. Feels strangely good! They fondle my balls and stroke at my cock slowly encouraging him back to life.

"Guess you two don't believe in sunbathing too much." I say as I stroke at their very soft skin making my way to their saucy little tits.

One of them, I'm already lost as to who's who for I can see no difference in them, breaks off from sucking my nipple. "Oh no! We're so fair we have to be very careful in the sun - we burn in about five minutes! Don't we Clare?"

"Certainly do! Just call us pale and interesting!"

"Definitely interesting!" I agree indicating my now rock hard dick.

The twins smile at each other "Hoped you wouldn't take long! Watching Sal with you got us so hot! You want to go first Bambie?" Thumper asks.

"Naw! You can have first go - you are my elder sister after all!

"True - by ten minutes! Thumper agrees rolling onto her back and spreading her legs. I can see her slit is already glistening in anticipation but instead of making an all out attack on her I roll onto my side beside her kissing her eager mouth probing with my tongue and being probed in return as my hand massages her chest before I abruptly break the kiss and dive down the bed to resume the kiss but this time on her puss making her squeal as I run my tongue up her slit. I am vaguely aware of Bambie and Sally standing watching us with Dot and Wendy kneeling in front of them eating out their respective cunts. A few minutes licking sees Thumper come hard against my tongue and I consider her ready for greater things. I raise my body over her's, my cock aimed directly at her inner sanctum, and press downward. She grabs my shaft and guides me in yelping quite loudly as she gives herself in lust to me. Her cunt feels hot around me as I glide gently but relentlessly into her. As soon as Thumper has me fully inside herself, her sister joins us kissing Thumper on the lips.

"Does that feel good!" Bambie says.

"Unbelievable!" her sister replies.

"It wasn't a question! Isn't he big?"

I'm a bit nonplussed but I'm not stopping for explanations as I start to enjoy the tightness of Thumper's cunt round me, pounding in and out quite hard. The two sisters lie side by side kissing deeply and playing with each others tits. I place my hand on Bambie's puss gently stroking her lips and caressing her clit. Only a couple of minutes of this action sees the twins both building in their passion to the point where they come in unison. The sight of two such beautiful young girls orgasming below me is too much for me and in only another stroke or so my balls begin to shoot my spunk into Thumper's hot tight hole. As I withdraw, the twins fling their arms round each other before they both fling them round me drawing me down between them.

"That was fantastic Jim!" Thumper (I think) declares as I come to rest between them. I look from one to the other. Were it not for the faint traces of my cum dripping from Thumper's cunt there is no way I can tell them apart and I say so! "Well right now its quite simple." Thumper (definitely) says taking my hand to her puss. "Push a finger in there!" I do. "See I'm not a virgin! Now try Bambie!" I put my other hand to Bambie's puss and gently press a finger a little way in against her hymen. "She is!"

"But that's not going to last is it?" I question. Bambie shakes her head.

"Definitely not!"

"Tell me how come the two of you got off together like that?"

"No pun intended I assume?" Bambie answers. "Well you see if I hadn't already known, seen really, you were fucking my sister I'd have known from the feelings I was getting. We not exactly telepathic but we always know when the other is happy or sad or..."

"Or playing with their puss!" Thumper puts in.

"Or playing with their puss!" Bambie agrees. "Sometimes we do it just to annoy each other. I'll be trying to do something serious and she'll slip away to her bedroom or somewhere and frig herself off. Quite often the feelings are so great I come too - which is just great if you're with someone and have to try and pretend nothing is going on!"

"Come on, you do it to me too!" Thumper exclaims.

"True." Bambie concedes "Anyway you can imagine the rush I got when your cock was actually in Thumper's cunt and when you started playing with my clit, that was it for both of us! Gone! Never had an orgasm like it!"

"Agreed!" Thumper sighs.

I kiss her and then turn to Bambie. "We've got a little unfinished business." I tell her drawing her to me. Immediately she kneels up on all fours.

"Come on then, fuck me doggy style - then do my arse if you can. I want to be first in something!" As I stand behind her she grasps my cock and pulls me to her thrusting back to ensconce me in the tightness of her cunt first go.

"Wow! See what you meant Sis!" Thumper calls out. I look up to see her sitting on a chair with Wendy lapping at her cunt, drinking my cum from her - she seems to be into that! Taking a brief moment to look round I see that Dot and Sal are licking and probing each others' cunt in an awkward looking sixty-nine.

"Wendy's tongue gives it an edge too." Bambie rejoins as I start to fuck her pulling all of the way out before lunging forward again giving her my all. "Fuck!! Like that Jim! He's a monster!" she pants. Pounding furiously in and out of this horny young girl, withdrawing on every stroke I am in heaven. I reach underneath us and fumble for her clit knowing that it isn't getting much stimulation in this position. Finding my target I begin to massage. "Shit!" Bambie yells as she instantly comes hard. I don't stop and nor does she coming constantly. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Oh SHIT!" she yells, my pulsating cock making her come ever harder as it delivers a fusillade of my sperm into her tight cunt. Without allowing her respite I pull out and press my cockhead to her arse pressing hard against her little pucker making her yield to me. Slowly her ring widens enough for the head to break through into her back passage. As I push my length slowly into her Bambie collapses forward onto the bed but not before her sister has darted underneath us. I feel Thumper laving at Bambie's puss and as I finally get balls deep in her arse Bambie lowers her head to Thumper's cunt to repay the favour. What feelings must they be experiencing now? As I pull out Thumper runs her tongue along my emerging dick before returning her affections to her sister. I push forward again making Bambie yell out as she regains her orgasm. "Oh SHIIIIT! I'm coming I can't stop coming." she yells. Before long, for the stimulation for me is immense, my balls tighten and I come in her my balls managing to serve up a huge load despite everything. Knowing Bambie can't take much more I withdraw. Thumper rolls out from underneath and pushes me down on the bed positioning her arse over my never flagging cock. She pushes down on me but my cock slips away spearing into her cunt.

"That wasn't what I intended." she moans nevertheless enjoying a few round trips on my dick - not that I object, her cunt so soft and tight around me - before withdrawing to try her arse again. This time she reaches underneath herself to hold me in position as she presses down. Her arse is unyielding as she squirms about on top of me trying to force my cock into her rectum. "If it fits in Bambie's arse it fits in mine!" she mutters pressing herself down on my cockhead. I try to help by bucking up with my hips. The combined force is so great that my cock is forced deep into her in an instant, she having to accommodate my entire length and girth almost without warning causing her to yell out in pain! "Oh fuck!" she yells as she bucks about on top of my dick fucking herself down hard again on me. Dot and Wendy come to us and kneel up on the bed to suck at Thumper's little tits as she continues to rise and fall, their bums pointed towards me. I reach to them and giving them one hand each slip a finger into each puss. Both press back at me in seeming approval so remembering when I was with Cath and Shona that first day I ball my fists and push them into their tight cunts. The whole thing basically blows my mind - here am I having my cock fucked in the arse of a thirteen year old honey while I fist both one of the most desirable senior girls in the school and a supple young PE teacher! I just lie back and enjoy basically doing nothing and letting the three girls fuck themselves on my various appendages. Wendy boils over first soaking my arm with her cum juices as she comes to rest with my whole forearm buried in her cunt. Dot is not far behind coming to rest in a similar position. This leaves me free to concentrate on Thumper who I now realise has been coming on me for ages - I'd just been too busy to notice! Well satisfied she lifts herself clear of me. "Wow! That was just incredible!" she declares turning and wolfing my cock down into her throat in a swift action sucking at me until I have to come in her tight muscular throat. My balls again do not let me down as I make Thumper swallow my pent up load. All of us collapse onto the bed, me, Emma, Clair, Wendy, Dot and Sally. We are spent.

Dot speaks first "Well you three - didn't I promise you a good time?"

"Gosh! Certainly did!" Sally replies as the twins make approving noises.

"It's incredible the way you two can feel what's happening to the other" I remark. "How were your arse fucks for each other?"

"Out of this world!" says one.

"Can't find the words!" says the other - once again I'm lost for who is who and I have to confess.

"Well that's for us to know and you to find out!" they chorus.

"Well... The virgin bit is gone but I'll know next time I fuck one of you." I decide.

"How?"

"Bambie comes for a lot longer than you Thumper." I say turning to the twin I hope is Thumper.

"Correct - and lucky guess Jim - " Thumper smiles "she always has done but I come harder so it all works out the same as far as we're concerned."

The five of us cuddle and talk of the afternoons events until I realise the time. "Oh-oh! Need to go soon." I say wanting to be in when Shona got back.

Wendy leans back juggling her tits. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she asks. Smiling I go to her and plank a kiss on her left nipple.

"No don't think so." I say crossing to the right planking a kiss there before laying my reinvigorated cock into the valley between her tits and pressing them over me pulling roughly at her nipples as I fuck into her cleavage making her gasp. The others giggle as they come to us joining in wherever they can, mouths and hands everywhere. With my knob being laved at whenever possible and tongues probing at my balls, my arse, my nipples, my anywhere it is not long before I am ready to come. Knowing all of the girls will want to lap my cum up from Wendy's ample bosom I yell "I'm going to come!" All break off from whatever they are doing and wait poised for my cream. They are well rewarded as I abandon Wendy's cleavage to stand over her in best porn star fashion jacking off making my load land square on her chest. Clair, Emma and Dot dive in on her fighting for my cum but Sally has a different idea sucking my cock into her mouth instead slowly and gently drawing whatever she can from me. Her mouth is so sensuous on me as she draws me to full erection again.

"Reckon this is mine." she says lying down on the bed once more legs wide open in invitation. Never one to resist I fall on her kissing wildly as I sink my cock into her waiting cunt. We go at it as if there is no tomorrow, each desperate for the other, she coming repeatedly below me until once more I am pumping a load into her tight little cunt. I roll onto the bed beside her.

"Look girls, I'm sorry but I've got to go. Take me a while to cycle back to town - especially after this afternoons events!" I grab my clothes and dress, the girls just lying watching as I do so until Wendy stands and begins to dress too.

"I've got my car - throw your bike in the back and I'll drive you" she says. So after kisses and 'cuddles' - if that's what you can call shoving the odd digit up a girl's cunt as you kiss her - all round I put my bike into Wendy's car and we start for town. I'm not surprised when she pulls off the road into a large secluded lay by. My seat suddenly reclines as Wendy twiddles the control backwards. "I've not put my knickers back on." she informs me climbing over on top of me.

"I know, I noticed as you dressed, and I've not worn Y's for the last two days" I say unclipping the snap on my chinos and pulling the zipper down to release my already bulging cock. Wendy grabs it and goes straight down on me, sucking my manhood into her tight pussy.

"God that feels do good!" she gasps. "Loved seeing you with Sally. Loved eating your cum from her puss and from Thumper's!"

"Your sort of into that aren't you?" I probe as I fuck into her without restraint. "So's Shona."

"Oh yes! Puts a whole new twist on being lesbian!"

"And you honestly think you're lesbian?" I ask incredulously fucking up into her even harder making her come.

"Yes! Well no! Fuck! That feels so good Jim!" She holds me down in the car seat as she slowly raises herself before pressing down on me again rolling her hips as she does so. I sit back and enjoy letting her do all the work until soon she comes again and my balls tighten and force an enormous load of my seed into her 'lesbian' cunt. She scrambles off me back into the driver's seat pulling down her skirt as she goes. "Well - guess not lesbian exactly, I love having your cock in me but I'm definitely into girls too - the younger the better I've decided, Shona, Cath, Claire, Emma, Sally, they were all wonderful!"

"You should try fucking them!" I declare sincerely.

"Wish I could!" Wendy says wistfully as she starts the engine to complete the journey. A short while later she deposits me and my bike back home. I give her a cheery farewell but we daren't risk a kiss - never know who might be watching - as we part. I go in and hit the shower after parking my bike in the garage.


Not long after the door-bell goes. I look out to see Shona and Cath and Eileen and Joyce and Ruth and Sheila and Susan all standing on the doorstep in Brigade uniform. Slightly disappointed Shona hasn't come on her own as I have so much to share with her - particularly with regard to Katie - I quickly usher them inside. Shona throws her arms round me. "Miss me?" she asks as we kiss.

"Yes!" I confess.

"Missed you too. Bet you've had lots of pussy though? I have and we've got photos AND video to prove it! Haven't we Sheila?" Sheila has the grace to blush as she lofts the school video cam. "Go and set that up next door - we've not seen the results yet." I go to show Sheila the way. Shona grabs me "Uh-uh! Not you! Not till I've felt that cock in my cunt again - its been too long!" she says whipping off the towel which seems to have become by perpetual dress around the house this weekend.

"Two can play at that!" I grab her hoisting her onto the bottom step and hauling her panties down. I am in her velvet cunt an instant later making us both gasp. She is still the wettest, the hottest, the tightest, the most beautiful, the most everything girl I have ever been with. I pull her mouth to mine as we just stand there united as we each try to eat the others tonsils. We start to fuck, me taking long strokes into her as she revolves her hips round my shaft. We are so hot for each other that moments later she comes on me and I prodigiously in her but we continue, Shona's orgasm continuing as I thrust at her until I come once more this time offering up an even greater quantity of my seed than before. This time we are both satisfied. "Golly! I have missed you Shona!"

She takes my hand and leads me though to the darkened living room where the video is already playing and the girls are in various states of undress fondling each other as they watch the screen. "Need to tell us about your weekend after we've seen some of this. Needless to say everyone wants your cock before they leave!" On screen Cath is working on Shona's cunt with the double headed dildo pushing it into her to the half-way mark before withdrawing it again pumping it rapidly in and out until Shona comes. Cath then pulls Shona up and, with the dildo still in her cunt, leads her to Sheila who is lying spread eagled obviously waiting. Shona lies down on top of her and slides the other half of the dildo into her cunt. The camera work isn't great but the pleasure the two girls are taking from each other is plain to see.

"So you got it on with Sheila then." I whisper to Shona stating the obvious.

"You bet! I'd already eaten her out by this point and she me. Go and give Cath a hand!"

Cath is lying on her side watching the screen intently while playing with her tits with one hand, the other working on her puss. I lie down beside her reaching for her breasts. "Let me do that for you." I offer as she nestles her body back against mine.

"Yes please!" she moans reciprocating by grabbing my cock and guiding it into her love hole. "Ah that's better - these plastic cocks are all very well but there's nothing like the real thing!" On screen I see Shona has moved on and is now fucking Cath with the dildo. As I hump into Cath's tightness my thoughts turn to her Mum and to how to arrange the threesome we so badly want but now is not the time to bring it up. It needs to be kept private I feel. Cath comes moaning loudly just as my cock serves up some more cream. Don't seem to be able to hold back once my thoughts turn to Katie and Cath together! Someone, Susan I think, tells us to keep the noise down they're trying to watch the telly! The video is now of Shona pounding the dildo into her sister Eileen - Shona seems to be making her way round the tent dicking each girl in turn - not atypical I decide.

I kiss Cath and get up going over to Joyce. "If they want the noise kept down, I reckon its your turn Joycy!" She smiles at my still erect cock.

"Sure thing!"

I sit on a dining chair and she comes and straddles me taking my thick cock into her cunt and going right to the bottom without hesitation. She flings her arms round my neck and we kiss. Sighing she says "I do like your cock in me, stretching my little pussy like it does. Its so hot in me - those dildos are a bit cold to have in you!" We sit there like that for ages, coupled but otherwise just having a bloody good snog, kissing deeply and with my hands roaming free over her tiny tits, until Joyce starts to move her hips in small, slow, random movements causing wonderful feelings in my cock as I feel my orgasm slowly begin to build deep within me. Joyce's breathing deepens slightly and then suddenly her cunt clamps down on me - a sure sign, if the only sign, that she has come. Her movements never cease though as we continue to snog, her cunt clamping down on me with increasing frequency until I can hold back no longer and my spasming cock erupts a steady stream of cum into her causing her to come even harder although not a sound comes from either of us.

"Very good Jim!" Joyce complements "Could add a whole new dimension to our game! Who'll be the first to get fucked in class?"

"Oh no! I don't think so! I've been in enough tricky situations lately - what if it doesn't work and we're caught?" I caution.

"'Suppose your right - it would be fun to try though! That certainly was!"

"Definitely!" I agree "Certainly adds a whole new dimension to snogging! Loved just being in you as we kissed and then those little movements were sensational! You forgot to say thank you though! How many times did you come?" I tease remembering the rules of 'The Game'.

"Don't know. Lost count. Anyway I'd have had to stop kissing you to say anything and I didn't want to do that!"

"OK, let you off just this once." I say as Joyce kisses me again and I lower my head to kiss her gorgeous and oh so small and firm tit. She just sighs.

By now the others seem to have lost interest in the video and cluster round us. Shona pulls Joyce off my lap and surveys my limp dick. "Joyce! You've broken it!" she scolds. "Ruth get down there and fix it - if you can its yours." Ruth drops to her knees and begins to lick my cock and suck at my ball bag. "Now Jim, beginning with Anne after school on Friday, tell us all about your weekend.

And so I do. About Anne being initially so frantic, about being discovered by Babs and Kirsty, about the other five, about the Golden Shower episode, about the bananas, candles and cucumbers the girls had used on themselves and each other, about all the fucking, sucking and fisting that that happened that evening.

"Sounds fun! Hadn't thought about bananas - mind you Eileen had raided Mum's toy cupboard so we weren't short of things to please our pusses, were we girls?" Shona comments. There is a general murmur of agreement. "Need to try Babs and Kirsty soon! What about Saturday?"

Deliberately missing Saturday morning and my encounter with Katie, Cath's Mum, I tell of the phone call from Anne and how I'd fucked her cunt and arse before Babs had sucked me off in the open air. Shona looks quizzically at me - I can just about see her brain working. 'If that was his first fuck of the day, how come he managed not to come for so long?'. I then tell of the bizarre goings on at Judith's house and how I'd dicked Jude in both holes as she lay on top of her manacled sister before Anne had taken her with a strap on dildo and of how Babs and I had slipped away for a nice quiet session back at Babs' house with Kirsty while Anne and Jude had laid into Alice.

"Knew that lot were into some kinky stuff! Don't fancy bondage much myself." Shona declares.

"Don't mind a bit of domination though do you?" I ask.

"Well... Only to get my own way really." she says "Nothing serious and definitely not with you - my bum still tingles where you slapped me. Not into S&M either!"

I laugh and pull her to me. "Don't believe you can still feel it - it wasn't hard!"

"Well no, suppose not. Anyway go on!" she implores.

I tell of Saturday night's visit from Angie and Pat. "Angie tells me you and she are going to get a flat together." I address Eileen.

"That's right. I know of a nice one for rent quite cheap and not far from here. Come and visit won't you?"

"Angie's already issued the invite." I smile. Ruth by now has my cock back in action. Hands go everywhere as the others help her to mount me. "Today'll have to wait!" I declare fucking into Ruth's hot hole not wanting to be passive this time. She reads me well and she is soon riding my hard cock for all she's worth, moaning and groaning as she does so. She comes rapidly and is instantly replaced on my dick by Eileen.

"Oh yes! You'd better come and see us! Maybe I prefer girls maybe I don't - I certainly like the feel of your dick stretching my cunt!" Slowly she pumps herself up and down on my shaft gyrating as she does so. I notice her cunt to be bald and remark on the fact. "Yes the girls did both me and Sheila at camp. Love the way it feels - 'specially next to another cunt or with your cock in me!" Katie and her butterfly come to my mind again and its all I can do to hold back the fountain as Eileen fulfils herself on me. "Better call it quits at that - you've still got Sheila and Sue to see to." she tells me climbing off. I look round and see Susan and Joyce sixty-nineing, not a murmur coming from either as they each explore the others cunt with tongue, lips and fingers. I soon change that sticking my long middle finger into Susan's arse as my cock penetrates her cunt from behind making her squeal delightedly into Joyce's cunt as I fuck her puss hard, my finger keeping time in her arse. It only takes a couple of minutes before she is coming, coming hard and repeatedly on my dick but still I am not ready. I pull out and am about to take her arse but Sheila pulls me away.

"Oh no you don't! Haven't forgotten me have you?" she lies back and spreads her legs wide. I look at her recently shaved snatch and whistle.

"How could I?" I reply diving in on her licking at her pussy lips before pressing my broad tongue as deep as I possibly can into her until I am rewarded with a mouthful of her juices.

"Fuck me!" she implores but I hold back, teasing her with my tongue until she comes again moments later with my tongue flicking over the hard button of her clit. Shona and Cath come to us as Sheila once again yells at me to fuck her. Shona grabs my cock and leads me to the prostrate Sheila rubbing my knob at her slit.

"Is this what you want?" Shona asks. Sheila nods. "OK then, do her Jim, do her good!" I smile and slide into her juicy haven fucking her with powerful strokes, my girth stretching her wide. I need to come! Shona manages to roll us onto our sides and next thing I know Cath is fucking into Sheila's rear with the two headed dildo making us both cry out. As we pound relentlessly into the girl Shona is kissing her gently, talking as she does so. "Like that? Lucky you getting your favourite fantasy fulfilled so soon." Sheila is soon lost in orgasm. Her natural tightness and the pressure of the dildo pressing against my cock soon has me blasting off too but I don't stop. Instead I roll the two girls over pinning Cath below Sheila as I bring myself to the top of the pile and continue to fuck deeply into Sheila's spermy cunt. Now as she bucks back at me she is effectively fucking Cath in the puss with the dildo. None of us can last the pace and the three of us come together in a flurry of limbs.

I pull away. "Wow, some fantasy, Sheila!" I am gasping for breath. Shona licks at my limp cock, lapping up whatever juices she can find.

"Well, it was only to have both my holes fucked at once." Sheila replies. "The bit fucking back at Cath was beyond my imagination!"

As I gather my wits I realise the time. "Sorry girls - its been a fantastic evening but I'm going to have to throw you out now. My parents will be back before too long."

"Tell us what you got up to today before we arrived home." Shona demands as they all dress. Quickly I tell of my trip to the farm and what went on with Dot, Sally, Wendy, Bambie and Thumper. "Told you Sal was good!" Shona smiles. Video equipment unhooked I see everyone to the door. Shona holds back for a last snog. "You can tell me the bits you missed out tomorrow." she whispers. "Come to the house in the morning as usual and come straight up to my room. I'll be alone."

"Good" I reply sincerely. Door closed I hit the sack - the shower can wait till morning. I'm goosed!
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ng up a topic. I told the family about the thirteen year old Zetta who had been sold into a brothel and I wondered what could be done to get her into a better arrangement.

 "My dear" Mrs. Y began, "if we tried to rescue every young girl sold into a brothel in this city, we'd have hundreds on our hands."

 "Oh, I wasn't especially thinking about here" I said, "just some place that would treat her decently. She's been prostituted now for several months and has nothing else in her future". (Not that I had any end of slave-concubine in sight)

 Mr. Y suggested that he would inquire among his aquaintances who might take her for a maid or companion for his son, but it would be up to me to fetch her.

 I already had a plan, but Mr. Y would have to finance it.

 "Aha!" Mr. Y exclaimed, "I suspected a plot against my purse!"

 "Not very much" I replied hopefully.

 "The law is all on the side of the brothel owner" Mr. Y cautioned, "He bought her in a public auction and we'd be illegally tampering with his property".

 "We're fighting for justice!" I proclaimed boldly.

 Mr. Y laughed and said "I knew you had spunk. How can I resist you. But, caution, it would not go well for those caught doing this."

 I proposed my plan. Borth and Torg would visit brothels. They would ask if they had any very young girls there. If a thirteen year old was presented, ask if she was Zetta. If so, go ahead and consummate the deal. When alone, let her know you are a friend of Kara and would like to help get her out, presuming she wished that. Ask her how and when she could get free if a cart was waiting to whisk her away. The boys would need brothel money.

 "That gets you half way" Mr. Y said, "What happens next?"

 " If your horse is fast, and she breaks free at a particular time, they speed away" I replied.

 "To where?" asked Mrs. Y.

 "If you don't have a place for her to go, then I guess here" I answered.

 "This sounds dangerous" Arful contributed.

 " Yes, and you're the one to do it!" I exclaimed, "You'll drive the cart!"

 "I think this is thrilling!" said Borth.

 " I'm excited, but scared" said Torf.

 "I think you're all crazy" said Mr. Y, " But I applaud your idealism and I'll go along with it. Let's send the boys out in two days."

 I was doing my duty with Borth that night and at one point he asked if he should fuck Zetta at the brothel, or if I just Torg should. I replied that it would probably be less suspicious if, once you were in the brothel, that Torg take Zetta and he take a different girl.

 "Keep it clean in there" I admonished him as I fondled his cock.

 The boys went off on their mission. The rest of the household waited anxiously for their report. As soon as they returned they gave us the story.

 The first house they visited said they had no girls under sixteen. They probably lied, but the boys asked to see their youngest anyway. None there fit the description I had given them.

The second house said they had two fourteen year old girls. The madam led them out for inspection and had the boys feel their tits and cunt. None of the girls fit the description though Borth said they were sorely tempted and might return there as customers. Borf apologized to the madam and said none of the girls was the right age for Torg.

 The third try brought success.The owner claimed he had two thirteen year olds and brought them out. One was Zetta. The other girl was obviously more developed and probably a little older. Torg said he would take Zetta. Borg said he wasn't satisfied and would take an older girl. They paid and fucked.

 Torg said Zetta was desperate (as were all the girls there). She thought she could get out the back gate but then there was a six foot wall to the alley. Torg suggested that they could make a rope ladder secured to the cart, and send it over the wall. They agreed on making the attempt three days hence.

 Arful assured us he could construct the ladder.

 "What will we do with her when she arrives?" Mrs. Y wondered.

 "She'll probably be dirty and hungry and in need of some comforting" I suggested.

 "Actually", Torg chirped, " she's quite clean but probably not well fed and the only clothes she has is the little tunic they wear in the brothel.

 Privately, I asked Torg about fucking her.

 "She liked me" he said, "She says she rarely gets young guys. She does fuck pretty well but she's not up to your standards".

 I kissed him for that.

 Everyone in our household was up at the break of dawn on the day of the escape. I'd slept with Arful that night and kicked him out of bed with the rooster crow. The boys hitched the horse to the cart and were off.

 Meera brought in breakfast and asked what all the commotion was about. We told her .

 "Oh, bless them" she cried, " I hope they'll be safe and sucessful."

 Mr. and Mrs. Y and I sat at breakfast, barely eating and barely speaking.

 Half an hour later , the clatter of hooves anoounced the boys' return. We ran toward the stable.

 Zetta came running toward me, arms outstretched.

 "Oh, Kara!, Kara!" she cried "I always thought you'ld find me!"

 We embraced and kissed, and cried. Mr. and Mrs. Y were crying too. Meera was crying.

 The boys swaggered in.

 After things settled down a bit, Mrs. Y told Meera to bring Zetta some more appropriate clothes.

 We talked, and talked, and talked. I told Zetta my circumstance here. This night, she could take my bed and I'd sleep with Borth if she wanted to be alone. She wanted to be with me, but she wanted to give a favor of sexual attention to Torg in gratitude and because she liked him.

 That was it then. Early evening with the boys and we'd sleep together. Early evening, we had both of the boys in my room. Only Torf fucked Zetta. Both had some time with me.

 When we went to bed, Zetta didn't want to talk about any of her experiences. She cuddled up to me all night.

 The next day Mr. Y said we would have visitors that evening. A friend with his wife and thirteen year old son would come to look Zetta over. They might take her as a companion for their son.

"Do I have sex with the kid?" Zetta asked.

 "If both of you want" Mr. Y responded, "but it won't be required by me or his father".

 I had a music lesson that afternoon, and I had learned enough that I was asked to play my lyre for the guests that evening. My first public performance! I was much more concerned with that than whether Zetta found a home immediately.

 Meera supervised Zetta and me in preparing a small feast. The guests arrived and everyone was introduced. Zetta and the boy seemed to get along well, though he certainly had eyes for me too. I was not in this game. I thought to myself that few slave girls would have had any choice in the matter. Most of the priviledged boys take whatever they want from slave girls.

 At one point the gentleman guest said " I heard a young slave girl escaped from a brothel yesterday. The brothel owner said he would hang her if she were caught. If, she happened to be under my protection, it's the brothel owner who would be hanged"

 His speech was greatly applauded.

 As more wine was served, it became time for my musical performance. I was very pleased that it went well. Mr. Y gave me a kiss on the forehead.

 "You are such a jewel" he gushed.

 Zetta and the boy, Jank, were off together giggling in a corner. She'd extended an invitation to my bedroom. He replied that he would have to ask his father. His father though Zetta a very nice companion for his boy said they could leave the group After they left, Mr. Y advised the gentleman that Zetta was in need of basic education as he had determined earlier. She was illiterate, or nearly so, and had no skills. Our guests understood and would provide for her. They decided to leave Zetta here another day while they prepared a room for her.

 In the meantime, young Jank was getting a sex education. Zetta told me later that he couldn't come yet and she had him in every oriface until she wore him out. She said that although her cunt had had too much experience, she was really hot for fucking that night.

 Zetta departed the next day in her new clothes. We would be able to see each other often if we wished.

 A letter arrived from my uncle. He was overjoyed to hear from me. He feared I had been killed +in the fighting. He had still not found my mother and feared the worst. He said our country was still in a terrrible state, and if I was healthy and being cared for, it was best for me to remain until someday I could return if I wished. He assumed there would be a monetary consideration at that time but would be willing to pay it.

 Both Mr. Y and I answered his letter. I don't know what Mr. Y wrote, but he got an answer.

 Zetta's guardian wrote to Mr. Y to ask if I might visit for a dinner. Zetta had now been there a week.

 There was also a note from Zetta! Zetta couldn't write any more than her name a week before! She wrote, guided by her guardian, that she had four hours a day of instruction. She had to learn math too.

 I was asked to bring my lyre on the visit.

 I was escorted to her house by Arful, who would come to take me home that night. I was welcomed in like a hero. Zetta couldn't wait to show me her very own room and around her new house. She said she slept with Jank sometimes but only when they both fell asleep. She said that since Jank couldn't come yet, the fucking was all for fun. She still had a thing for Torg too. She wouldn't mind a return invitation that ended in Torg's bed.

 We had a fine dinner, and her guardian declared me lucky beyond words for being in Mr. and Mrs. Y's custody. Her guiardian said he understood that I had bedroom duties with the boys, but that I seemed none the worse for it.

 "I'm their teacher" I replied, " and I'm delighted when my pupils learn well".

 That got a great laugh.

 I played my lyre and the lady of the house played the flute. I even danced a little, though I'd only had a few lessons.

 Arful arrived to take me home and the hosts insisted he stay for a cup of wine and take back an invitation to the whole family, including me. Especially me.

 Arful and I went back home. He'd missed his evening with me, so I slept with him. I wanted to celebrate and Arful had the fucker to do the job. He's my only "big people" fuck now, three days a week, and I like a big cock in the right places.

                                       * * *

 I'm leaping ahead in my story now because nothing changed in my relationships in the next six months.

 Torg is fifteen now and much more sexually adept. I've turned sixteen and my figure has filled out, much to the admiration of my friends and lovers. I have developed a real love for music and dance and have read many more books. Borf is now seventeen and has put on some muscle. What causes me to pause here is that Arful is getting married. It's a somewhat arranged affair. Both families are prominent. Mr. Y has given Arful more responsibility in his business. Arful and his new bride, Lenna, will live in this house for a while. She and I have become friends despite my inferior social status. Arful and his parents impressed upon her the case that I am not an ordinary slave girl. I have left Arful's bed. He has priviledges if he chooses totake them, but he's no longer on a schedule. I split my time equally between Borth and Torg.

 Oh yes. Zetta is developing and since Jank ejaculates now, they must be more careful. Her schooling has been effective and we exchange letters. She wrote that Jank suggested (not demanded as he could have) that she fuck with his friend. She liked the boy, so she did. I cautioned her to stand up for herself before she found ten cocks in line at her bedroom.

 My tale is at an inconclusive conclusion. I'm really powerless to determine my future. If either Borth or Torg wants to keep me as a concubine forever and Mr. Y agrees, that's it. While my place in the household makes any onerous outcome very unlikely, uncertainty is always present. I must just continue as best I can in the circumstances.

                                     THE END

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r Old Sister, Were Both Looking At Her Nude, Exposed Body With Very Strong Grins On Their Faces.

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itted by the attractive older woman who gives her a good looking over with her eyes. The 28-year-old brunette is dressed in very nice form fitting office cream-colour dress and peach blouse and a blazer with white 2inch heels. Laura is only 4’ 10” in height but she is a very well put together sexy shortness. Her hair comes down onto her shoulders and today it is clipped back by two hair clips. Her ample 36D bust fills her blouse and her strong legs look good in a dress. Her face is what most people would call cute but Laura doesn’t see herself as very attractive. Her lips have a nice red lipstick on them that has been applied and is one of those ones that doesn’t remove easily; when you do this all day a woman needs to have simple things like that to last the day.
 
The woman lets Laura in and leads her to the sitting room and eventually says, “Oh, it’s not for me – this sale is for my daughter” then in walks the daughter, an attractive young lady. She is an attractive teenaged longhaired brunette named Sara, and she is also dressed nicely, but in a one piece evening dress that is black and plunging in the front and the back, and 3inch black pumps with hose. She is about 5’ 4” of height even without the sexy pumps, appears to be about 34C in the bust from what Laura can see and discern through the dress. Sara is an attractive girl for her mature 16 &3/4 years of age – her face is just plainly attractive is how Laura looks at her. Her eyes are also brown but smouldering with hidden questions and answers, and her lips look quite appealing. Her figure is about a size 5 or so is what Laura can judge by the shape and lovely contours of Sara.
 
Laura is taken aback at the beauty of the daughter; the mother gets up as if to leave, saying “I’ll leave the two of you to it – I have to go to my appointment, and I’ll be back later this evening”. She stops and kisses her daughter on the cheek and tells her, “Have fun” and then leaves the house.
 
Laura found herself gazing steadily into the girl's eyes. There was heat in those eyes she realized, and she wondered if Sara was really the tease she appeared to be. Those eyes were unashamed, quite bold. Sara moved the pink tip of her tongue over her full lips, and then smiles at the voluptuous brunette, introduces herself with a light handshake, then saying, “You come very highly recommended – can I see what you have?” Laura says sure, pulls out a catalogue showing the selections, asking what she is looking for, what colours, what does she like, etc.
 
Sara picks out about 10 different outfits of lingerie – some of them rather revealing, and others not as showy. Laura tells the youngster that she has most of her selection outside in the vehicle if she would like to see them or try them on. Sara’s eyes light up, she answers, “Oh, could you please? I’d love to try some on” so Laura goes and finds the outfits available, and then brings them back into the house, where Sara has her bring them to the living room.
 
Laura is in the middle of laying the outfits on the backs of couches when Sara says, “Why don’t we go upstairs to my room, where I can try these on – see which ones I like”.
 
“Oh, okay then – whatever you would be comfortable with.” So they gather all the stuff, move up to Sara’s room – it is a really nice bedroom: big plush bed, a couple of big mirrors, a nicely set up room. Sara gets one of the outfits from the attractive brunette, goes behind the dressing screen to get changed, then emerges again a couple of minutes later wearing an ensemble she picked, plus wearing a pair of high heeled pumps. Sara asks, “So what do you think – do I look good in this?” as she twirls around, modelling it for Laura.
 
The older brunette can’t help but notice how nicely built and attractive the young brunette is; she manages to reply, “Umm…Yes, it…uh…looks very…. nice. I think you're lovely," Laura said, her voice oddly throaty. She can’t help but notice how attractive Sara looks dressed in the lingerie; Laura finds herself strangely drawn to her, but doesn’t know why. While she had never acted upon it, or told anyone about it, she did find some women sexy and often wondered what it would be like to have sex with another woman. Sara was only sixteen, but she was someone Laura did find herself attracted to.
 
She can’t help but notice how nice round and firm the breasts are through the lingerie; Laura wonders what it would be like to fondle and squeeze those firm young breasts. She thinks to herself, “I’ve never thought like that before, not in my whole life. What is wrong with me; what am I thinking of.”
 
Then Sara asks, “Why don’t you try an outfit on – so I can see if I like it or not”. She picks an outfit, handing it to a protesting Laura, who is saying “Well…. I…”.
 
Sara is persistent though; “Oh please try one on – please? I just want to see how it would look”. Sara is quite persistent and Laura reluctantly agrees. So, Laura goes behind the screen, reluctantly getting changed into the outfit that Sara wants her to model: a white satin but also sheer bustier, white garter set, silk panties, white hose, and white 3inch pumps.
 
Laura shyly emerges from behind the screen to see Sara dressed in a royal blue lace teddy, black garters, hose and pumps – and this sight catches Laura totally off guard by how sexy and gorgeous Sara looks in the outfit. For the first time in her life Laura finds herself turned on by the sight of another woman; a feeling of wanting to stroke and caress her lace covered globes overcomes her senses. Laura manages to mumble aloud, “Wow…. you…. look…incredible”.
 
Sara smiles, asking Laura, “Do you think it is appealing?” to which the brunette blushes, mumbling, “ Well…I… guess – yes”. Sara then gets Laura to stand in front of the tall mirror while she stands behind her, places her hands on the brunette’s shoulders, and commenting to Laura, “I know that if I were a guy I would definitely find you very appealing to me. I saw the way you looked at me in the parlour, Laura”
 
Laura looks over her shoulder at Sara, totally surprised at her comment, and remarking, “What did you say?”. She hadn't really considered having sex with another woman, but now she was confused, teased into wanting something totally different. Laura felt herself trembling with a desire that was strange, a heat that grew inside her. She wasn’t completely naïve, but she never imagined herself with another girl.
 
The young brunette presses herself against Laura's back, starts running her hands up her sexy looking hose-clad legs to her pussy, up the sides of her torso to the full breasts, purring her admiration of how sexy she finds Laura, then up to her neck. She steps around so she is in front of the voluptuous young brunette, looking at a shocked Laura in the eye, telling her, "I’d like to show you just how sexy I find you to be” and then starts French kissing her full on the lips.
 
Laura is so shocked then startled when a pair of warm, soft yet insistent lips closed over hers and caused delicious waves of desire through her quivering flesh. Kissing like only girls would know how to kiss another girl. Laura thinks to herself, “I shouldn’t feel this way, allowing another female to arouse me to such a fever pitch” then finds she has lost control over both her mind and body that she doesn’t resist Sara’s advances, and kisses her back.
 
She had never felt such excitement from being kissed before, and she relaxed her mouth and tongue to her insistence. Sara’s hands are now fondling Laura’s full breasts, gently tweaking the nipples so they stand out erect. She kisses the shorter brunette passionately for a minute, both of them moaning with the pleasure of the feel of each other's bodies.
 
Sara breaks the kiss, lowering the cups of the bustier so they are under the full breasts, commenting “Mmm, so nice and firm, so warm”. She smiled at Laura as her cool hands wormed insistent fingers into her breasts, kneading the flesh, shaping them. Sara dipped her head suddenly then lowers her pretty face and starts sucking a nipple passionately. Laura does like this, but protests while moaning, “Maybe we should…. oohhh…. stop this…. before….” and trails off. The heat and wetness, her tongue raking the nipple against the roof of her mouth, while her fingers squeezed and forced Laura’s breast into the shape of throbbing flesh, all merged to re-ignite the flame of passion and blew her reasoning powers out of kilter.
 
Laura is thinking to herself, “Now out of the blue, I’m being driven to a new excitement with provocative suckling from another woman. How could I let another woman do these things to me? Was she a lesbian? Does this make me a lesbian? Then again, what difference did it make?” Her pussy has flooded with juices as her passion has unknowingly increased, and is now being parted by one of Sara’s fingers. Laura trembles as one of Sara’s hands smoothed its way down her quivering body and gently pushed her thighs apart so that a provocative finger could worm its way into her wet pussy. She trembles and moans softly at the touch on her clit, then gasps aloud as a finger slips so easily into her very wet pussy.
 
Sara comments, “You look very sexy dressed in white, Laura – especially dressed in this outfit”, and then continues to French kiss the young brunette deeply. After another minute of kissing and fingering, Sara asks, “May I lick your pussy?”; but she doesn’t wait for a reply. She kisses her way down the front of Laura’s body, her tongue moving down and leaving a burning trail of wetness as it meandered down her writhing body, ending up kneeling in front of the sexy voluptuous brunette, and gets her to spread her legs apart a bit. She pulls the pussy into her face, inhaling the musky aroma deeply, then sticking her tongue out and starts licking up and down the sparsely haired hot pussy.
 
Laura is trembling so much with the excitement that she leans her arms against the chair in front of the mirror. She thinks “It is dirty to let a woman stick her tongue in my pussy; but it is so lovely too.” Laura feels her lips pushing, sucking her pussy flesh while her tongue twirled insistently against her clit. Laura cries out in ecstatic rapture as Sara’s hands grabbed a breast each and began to knead the flesh; then her bottom bucked as her pussy opened wide as she orgasms into the young girl’s mouth.
 
Sara has brought the sexy young brunette to a fairly rapid and intense orgasm from licking her pussy; she moves around behind the still quivering brunette, placing a finger inside as she does. She tells Laura, “Why don’t you watch yourself in the mirror – watch your sexy body while I finger you”. Curiosity wins her over; she looks at herself bent forward onto the chair, becoming red-faced and turned on as she watches Sara fondle her full breasts while fingering the sopping wet pussy.
 
Laura finds that she is quite turned on by the young brunette, watching her in the mirror; but then the waves of pleasure from the slowly pumping finger become gradually so intense that she closes her eyes to enjoy it. Sara is getting ready to give Laura more pleasure when she feels the sexy short brunette’s pussy start to pulse around her fingers – she slowly spreads the legs apart a bit wider, listening to the moans of the pretty brunette as she continues to finger her wet pussy.
 
Laura is so wet and horny that she barely notices Sara removing the finger for a moment and placing her own hips up against Laura’s cute butt. Then she can feel something familiar; smooth yet hard, pressing softly against her pussy lips, Sara’s hands gripping her at the hips, pulling her buttocks back to her, then it is way too late. She then feels a very hard cock sliding all the way deep into her tight and very wet pussy; it slides in so easily with Laura groaning out loud, “What the… Ohhhhh” and she trailed off the last word, barely saying it out loud.
 
Her mouth opened, and she almost gasped as Sara slid her cock through her moist folds, but the girl's grip was firm and insistent, and as her swollen wetness strained around the warm length sliding inside her body, Laura could only open her legs and arch her hips to accommodate the cock. "Your pussy has never been stretched like this before, has it honey?”
 
“No," Laura replied, as she tried to capture her breath.
 
Sara isn’t sure if what she heard before was correct or not, because she too is groaning loudly, “God Laura…. You feel soooo good” as she fills the brunette with her young 7 inch cock. All Sara can hear is soft moans and gasps from the sexy brunette as she makes love to her from behind, thrusting in & out slowly, with Laura still bent over resting on the chair, her legs shaking as she barely manages to stay upright on the 3”pumps.
 
At first, the young woman was slow to move, swirling her cock around inside of Laura, letting her adjust to its size; but before long, Sara began to slide its length out of Laura, then back into her, and again, and again. One smooth movement soon became a thrust, and Laura did gasp... then, she gasped again, and Sara grinned, thrusting her cock deep inside of her. Sara reaches around front and starts gently massaging Laura’s clit while she pumps her; she can feel the wet and silky smooth pussy tighten around her hard cock as she rubs the clit.
 
Laura is breathing faster, gasping, “Ohh…. Ohhhhh…. Ohh gods… don’t… ssssstop”. Laura is thinking to herself, “I should protest this obscenity, but it feels so good! I never imagined that being fucked like this could be so wonderful.” It doesn’t take many more strokes before the voluptuous sexy young brunette is shuddering in orgasm, her nubile body undulating as waves crash through her body, her pussy squeezing that cock, almost pulsing around it.
 
Sara holds herself back – she doesn’t want to cum just yet – but she does want to see how much more this attractive brunette will allow to happen. So, she helps the gorgeous brunette finish her orgasm by bending over her, and kissing her back lightly, then fondling her full heavenly breasts again.
 
After a few minutes of teasing Laura like that, Sara slowly withdraws herself, and turning Laura around so they are facing each other. She places her hands around her waist, hugging her very close, starts French kissing her deeply again, moaning her lust into the short brunette’s open and willing pretty mouth.
 
Sara removes the lingerie from the shaking brunette, but leaves Laura clad in white garters, white hose, and the white pumps; she looks very delicious like this in Sara’s eyes. She looks Laura right in the eyes, telling her, “ I want to make love with you, Laura – I want you to show me more of what it is like”.
 
Laura is taken back by this bold statement – she came here to sell lingerie, not to end up having a beautiful young girl wanting to make love to her all afternoon. She tries to reason quickly in her head: this is totally wrong, doing this wanton act of…but god that cock did feel kind of nice inside me…. Oh I don’t know. She tries to prevent any further progression by saying, “ I really should get dressed, and get going – I do have another appointment today” but it doesn’t sound very convincing at all.
 
The young brunette girl asks Laura to stay, then almost pleads, begging the attractive brunette to “please stay”. Laura doesn’t answer immediately, finds that she can’t answer – she won’t admit that she has become attracted to the young brunette – but it is written all over her face: she won’t leave just yet.
 
Sara moves Laura over to the bed, sitting her on the edge of it, and looks adoringly at Laura. She moves right up to her, placing her hands on either side of her head, and says; “I’d really like to feel your lips….on my…please?” she trails off, not finishing the sentence, but gently pulls the brunette’s pretty face towards her cock.
 
Sara then became aware that the sensation of Laura's stroking and squeezing of her penis was replaced by a curious wet and warm feeling that she had only experienced in her dreams before. This young girl has strangely aroused Laura so much that she opens her pretty lips and takes the head of the cock into her mouth, and tasting her own pussy juices.
 
Laura groans in delight, as she tastes their combined juices, and then places her hands on the young brunette girl’s cute ass cheeks. She works her mouth down the length of the youngster’s cock slowly, letting her tongue swirl around it as she gradually takes it all in. Sara looked down to see Laura's head bobbing up and down on her lap: her penis inside her mouth. It was almost with alarm Sara realized that although her penis was now as big as it could get, and bigger than it normally got even with masturbation, Laura could get the whole of it into her mouth.
 
Then, after about a minute Laura removes her mouth, getting Sara to move onto the bed, motioning with her hands to get on it and lay down on her back, so that the two of them can be more comfortable. Sara is very aroused watching the pretty brunette as her sexy full red lips slide slowly up and down the length of her hard member, her eyes closed as if she is enjoying this wanton act.
 
Laura reaches up under the cock and is quite pleased to find a very wet pussy as well. She moans her pleasure at finding this, and then slowly inserts two fingers into the wet pussy. Sara quivers as waves of pleasure course through her young body, groaning out loud, “Ohh god Laura… that… feels… soooo… good”. She looks down at the sexy woman who is pleasing her immensely, and asks, “Do you like doing this, Laura?”
 
The reply is the brunette deliberately nodding her head slowly at the tip of the cock, teasing her more.  Sara asks “Do you like how your day has been so far?”
 
Laura waits a long moment, and then removes her mouth from the cock, replying, “It has…been…interesting so far”. She then opens her pretty mouth wide, and lowers her lips all the way down, enveloping the hard cock, swallowing all of it. The young brunette girl gasps as waves of pleasure race through her young body; Laura is pumping her mouth up and down in rhythm with her finger going in and out of the wet pussy.
 
She teases the young brunette by keeping the pace deliberately slow for a bit, then gradually increasing the speed, and bringing the youngster closer to orgasm. Laura can feel the head of the cock start to swell in her pretty mouth – Sara is gasping and shaking at the intensity of the waves of pleasure. The sexy voluptuous brunette places her hands on the young girl’s heaving breasts, pinching her erect nipples and teasing her further; then just before the youngster is about to explode – she pauses but then plunges her mouth all the way down, plus pushes her fingers deep inside the wet pussy.
 
"Oh, God!" Sara was whimpering. "Oh, God ... Oh, God! I'm coming, Laura! Oooooo, I'm coming ... so good ... so beautiful!" Sara tenses up, her breathing stops for about ten seconds then she bucks her hips up, just about screaming at the intensity of the pleasure “Ohhhhhhhh Godddddddd”. Laura enjoys the feel as she starts swallowing what seems like gallons of cum as Sara explodes into the pretty brunette’s mouth. She can also feel the pussy muscles spasming around her finger as she orgasms that way also, and the juices almost feel like they are flowing continuously, she is climaxing that hard.
 
Sara is thrashing all over the bed, moaning quite loudly while her orgasm continues for what probably seems like an eternity; finally she collapses back onto the bed. Laura removes her fingers from the wet pussy, letting Sara lick her own juices off the fingers, but doesn’t remove her mouth from the young hermaphrodite’s cock– yet. The young brunette writhes on the bed in total ecstasy, moaning loudly while Laura’s expert mouth gulps her juices down, milking every drop out of the cock.
 
Finally, once there are no more juices, she removes her mouth from the very sensitive cock, and lies on the pillow next to the shaking young brunette. When Sara finally regains a bit of her breath, she thanks Laura very profusely for such a wonderful orgasm; then they embrace, and she starts to kiss Laura softly again.
 
Laura breaks the kiss after a short bit, asking, “You’ve never done this before – have you?” to which the youngster replies “No, never – not like that”.
 
Laura decides that maybe she should know some more about this brunette, and asks, “Just how old are you, by the way?”
 
Sara replies shyly “Almost seventeen” to which a stunned Laura mutters “Whoa…”.
 
Sara asks, “So how old are you?” to which Laura replies “I’m 28”. They lay there for a little bit; almost an uncomfortable silence because of the age difference, but Sara is quite mature for her age.
 
Then she remembers something that the sexy brunette said earlier and asks, “Earlier you almost said ‘not again’ didn’t you?” to which Laura shyly replies softly “yes”. 
 
Now Sara is rather excited at hearing this bit of info, and probes further to find out what else is inside lovely Laura’s mind; she says “ So you have done this before – I thought so – tell me about it, please”.
 
Laura is somewhat embarrassed, getting a bit defensive by answering “Why – we barely know each other, and besides which it is personal to me”.
 
Sara leans over, placing a hand so it just rests on the brunette’s lovely full breast and tells her “You don’t find what we just did to be personal? Because I…find you to be…very attractive and very, very sexy…and I’m getting turned on even more by thinking about you”.
 
Laura blushes furiously at the nice compliments, then attempts to regain control of the situation by asking, “Tell you what – if you tell me your story first, then I’ll tell you a bit of mine”.
 
Sara thinks for a second, then replies “All right – but why do you sound so…leery about this?” to which Laura replies “I never expected this to happen at all…especially with someone as…pretty as you…and as young as you are”.
 
Sara pulls the brunette to her, kisses her deeply, and then says happily “Well, thanks to you – I’m not a virgin anymore”. She then reaches down with one hand, and starts gently rubbing Laura’s clit; she asks the brunette “So – what do you want to know about me?”.
 
Laura’s reply is to gently wrap her hand around Sara’s cock, and starts stroking it up and down slowly. “What did you imagine your first lover to be like?”
 

“I never tried to think about that,” Sara told her, looking down at the bed “I was always so ashamed of what I was, and lived in fear that anyone might find out. Actually, I'm not really into guys. I think I like the idea of having sex with a girl with my cock.”

 
Laura thinks for a second, and then asks Sara, “Have you ever fantasized – and what about?”
 
“I have dreamed about other women, if that is what you are wondering” is the teens reply.
 
“Hmmm – so are they your age in your fantasies, or older?”
 
“A bit of each – it depends”
 
“Have you had any boyfriends?”
 
“No, because I don’t think they would be able to handle me – but women on the other hand…. seem more open and accepting. Plus I’m so different than anyone else,” Sara said weakly, clenching her hands. “No one out there will ever accept what I am.”
 
“I’m here, and I’m telling you that I accept you,” Laura said. “Give me a chance, and I’ll prove it to you. People don’t fall in love because of the shape of their genitals,” Laura explained. “You’re uniquely gifted, because you are truly bisexual in the full sense of the term. You are free to give your love to anyone you wish. Whomever returns your affection will not shy away because of your differences.” 
 
Sara thinks about that for a long moment, and then says softly, “Okay.”
 
Laura asks anew, “So, do you prefer older women, or do you prefer girls your age?”
 
“Well…. I don’t really know. There is this one girl in school I would like to get to know a lot better….” Sara trails off for a long moment.
 
Laura comments “You’re nice and hard again; were you thinking about that girl from your school?”
 
Sara pauses, blushing a bit, then replies “Sort of…a bit…but you popped into my head – I’m really curious what story you have to tell”. Laura doesn’t reply right away as they both continue to play with each other until Sara says “Laura – I’d like you to straddle over top of me, sit on me, and I would really like to watch you as we make love that way – that would turn me on immensely”.
 
Laura pauses, and then replies “I guess I could…. Did you really want me to?” to which Sara’s reply is to start rolling the sexy brunette on top of her, saying, “Yes”.
 
By now Laura is definitely aroused again – so as she straddles the young hermaphrodite, she teases her by placing her pussy lips against the cock as she slowly slides along it, but not letting it enter her very wet pussy. She is enjoying grinding along the hard shaft, teasing the young brunette, and loving how much wetter she has become.
 
Sara is groaning softly, wanting to enter the hot wet pussy; Laura asks seductively “What did you want to do – do you want to go into me again?”. She lets the head of Sara’s cock rest so it is just at the moist entrance; Sara whimpers softly “yes” in return.
 
Laura looks down, watching as the brunette’s hands move her down and back, gasping out loud as the beautiful 16-year old fills her pussy with her hard cock. Laura’s eyes widen as she sinks all the way onto the cock, groaning out loud “Ohhhhh goddd” in delight. As the slick tender flesh of Laura’s vagina surrendered to Sara’s initial thrust, the feeling was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
 
Sara thrusts up into Laura, loving the feel of the brunette’s tight but very wet pussy as she slides her cock in and out. The girl asks, “Can we do it slow this time? I don’t want to cum too quick this time. You want to me to cum – in you?" she said looking up at Laura and smiling.
 

"Yes," Laura moaned loudly and longingly. "Let’s get into a nice steady motion. As you thrust down, I'll thrust up and visa versa, making sure the head never fall out." Laura thrust down, as Sara thrust up; Sara moved up, as Laura moved down.

 
Laura now wants to probe Sara's mind, so she asks "So why don’t you tell me about this girl at your school – the one you fantasized about?”
 
Sara has other plans, though; she replies, “Not right now; I’d rather think about you, Laura. Plus, you did say that you’d tell me about your first time…with…someone like…me”. Laura doesn’t answer right away, so Sara pleads, “Please?”; finally the sexy brunette consents after Sara persistently thrusts her cock deep into her pussy.
 
She starts asking, “So, who was she?”; Laura replies softly as she remembers, “She was my next door neighbour – she was the one…who…seduced me”.
 
Sara places Laura’s hands onto her own breasts, asking her softly “Close your eyes and play with your breasts while you tell me about your neighbour”. The brunette pauses for a moment, but does close her eyes while riding the cock straight up and down slowly, and enjoying the feel of the young hermaphrodite’s cock as it slides in and out.
 
Laura asks “So where do you want me to begin?”
 
Sara replies “I don’t know – did you enjoy the experience with this other…woman? I mean…did you…get off? Did she make you cum?”
 
Laura pauses again, then replies softly “Yes, I did…enjoy the experience, and God – did she ever make me cum – numerous times; it was…memorable”.
 
Sara asks “What made it memorable – to you?”
 
“The fact that she was very aroused by my body, that I was totally caught off guard by her, and the mind blowing truth that I was… extremely aroused and very turned on by her - once I discovered her secret”.
 
Sara mulls over what Laura has told her, and then comments “It sounds like you enjoyed yourself after a bit”.
 
Laura replies “yes”; then she asks, “So what does this girl at your school look like?”
 
“She’s 5’4”, has short curly brown hair, very nice body, nice face – and seems to like dressing in skirts a lot – which I definitely love on women”.
 
Laura asks more “So what did you like her wearing at school that got your attention?”
 
“She was wearing a simple light tan coloured dress, black 3” pumps, and I imagined her wearing a garter set under it, but no underwear. Ohhhh – I can’t help it – I prefer thinking about you, Laura – about how sexy you look in this lingerie you’ve brought here…mmmm…. That’s what I like to think about right now”.
 
Laura is flattered by the compliments, then feels her pussy muscles gripping Sara’s shaft harder as her orgasm approaches rapidly. She has held off her orgasm as long as she possibly could but Sara’s cock in her pussy is too much for her senses. Her breathing quickens, as does Sara’s while she watches Laura’s full breasts bounce erotically, loving it as they bounce sexily on every stroke.
 
Then, without warning Laura bellows out loud “Ooohhhh Goooddd I’m…” and trails off as she bucks her hips on Sara’s hard cock while she endures a very intense orgasm. Laura’s body is shuddering and shivering with sensations that she has never known before, and then it seems that she is shattering into a million pieces as she can feel Sara’s cock spasm and jerk, sending gushes of hot sperm deep into her pussy.
 
Sara’s cock filled her vaginal canal like a swarm of angry bees, and her already over used pussy blew like a light bulb. The unsuspecting girl’s hips bucked like she’d been electrocuted. She can also feel Sara tense up, her breath coming in gasps; she enjoys it even more as they have cum almost at the same time – and it feels nice. Sara’s body continued to vibrate with electric convulsion.
 
Laura kind of collapses on top of Sara; she places her arms around the sexy young brunette, hanging on to her as they rock back and forth, still enjoying the waves of pleasure, but continued to stroke her pussy slowly, letting her come down from the most awesome orgasm she’d ever experienced. They end up kissing each other passionately, as they rest and try to cool down, the cock still inside the wet pussy.
 
Finally, after a long few minutes, Sara says, “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, because I know that I enjoyed myself”.
 
Laura replies, “It was very… nice”.
 
Sara says, “Perhaps we should have a shower and definitely clean up somewhat, then we could talk about which pieces of lingerie I’d like to buy – if that’s all right with you, Laura”.
 
The brunette replies “That suits me just fine” and is led on shaky legs by an equally shaky Sara to the bathroom, where she starts the rather large shower. They step into it once it is the desired temperature, and start washing each other. Sara is still feeling rather frisky, and eventually manages to coax Laura down onto her knees to use her pretty mouth; it doesn’t very long before she orgasms again – right in Laura’s pretty mouth.
 
They kiss again, eventually finishing their shower, getting out and drying off, then getting into bathrobes temporarily. They sit on the bed; Sara ends up purchasing a lot of lingerie – including a couple of the ones that Laura was dressed in.
 
Eventually Laura is allowed to get dressed, they exchange phone numbers, and then Sara says that maybe next time – hopefully in a couple of days, she will have the girl from school see if she wants any lingerie from Laura.
 
So the brunette returns in a couple of days at Sara’s behest and insistence that she will get another sale; her curiosity was getting the better of her after the young hermaphrodite has called her to come over with some sample lingerie, and Sara admits her again.
 
This time she meets the attractive young friend that Sara has a crush on – Rochelle – and in about thirty minutes or so later, a very aroused Laura is watching as sexy Rochelle is coaxed out of her dress by Sara to try some lingerie on. Once she is dressed in what Sara wants to see on her friend, she starts seducing her.
 
Rochelle looked gorgeous in her black bra, her sexy black lace bra. Her pink panties were a tight pull of nylon just above her knees, and her garter belt was tight, the straps slashing into her milky thighs. Her nylons, with her black shiny high heels - all of this was quite a sight, a moment of delicious excitement for Laura watching them.
 
Rochelle is then eventually lowered unknowingly down onto her friend Sara’s hard cock. Laura gets to watch the attractive young brunette girl as she is made love to while wearing lingerie and pumps while sitting quivering with repressed delight, riding that hard cock. The brunette rode Sara's cock for all she was worth, that is until her pussy began to convulse and spasm around the thick satisfier, leaving the poor dear shaking and shuddering as climax after climax rocketed through her needy groin.
 
Laura climaxes quite intensely while playing with herself just watching the two young girls make love to one another; it is very erotic to watch…which she does only for a while.
 
Laura has become so horny that she wants to participate instead of just watching; it is when Sara is finished with her friend that things become interesting for Laura. She wants to have the voluptuous brunette dressed in the same white lingerie as when she was seduced, and Sara plays with Laura’s full breasts, teasing the nipples. Laura ends up being made to straddle the young Sara’s cock while Rochelle licks her clit until Laura just about screams with the pleasure of it – and at the end of their long sexual session Laura has another successful sale…

 

n’t know about me,’ Stacy replied. ‘But I know one would look great on you!’

I flushed again.

Stacy had always been shy about her body. In all the years I had known her she had never been as adventurous with her style as I was. But that was going ot change. I was sure of that as I pictured my friend in a nice string bikini. My mind filled with the images of getting her home and pulling her out of it too.

I could feel myself blushing again.

‘So…’ Stacy said in a coy manner. ‘Where’s the best place to grab a cool costume.’

‘I know a place,’ I smiled my most devilish smile, knowing she was picking up the not so subtle hints I was throwing her way.

I scooped up my keys off the table, subconsciously counting each one as I did. Already I could feel the moisture building between my legs. I felt alive, exhilarated. Hoping my scent wasn’t evading my moistening panties. Just the thought of seeing my long time friend’s beautiful body excited me.

Right then I wondered if Stacy felt the same. Sadly, she just looked nervous, chewing on her bottom lip.

‘Come along then Stace. Let’s get going,’ I said, trying to keep thins light.

‘Right behind you Kelly, Stacy called back as she fetched her cute pink jacket from the coat rack. The one that hugged her breasts perfectly, showing them off for the world to see.

She quickly repositioned her skirt, nervously glancing at me, hoping I hadn’t noticed.

That was it! I thought she had just given me a sign of her mutual attraction. She was moistening too!

* * * *

Arm in glorious arm we made our way to my car. It wasn’t a flashy automobile, but it was reliable. And what more did a gal need than something reliable.

Stacy took her place in the passenger seat, while I slipped in behind the steering wheel. Clicking my seatbelt into its clip, I started the engine and we were off.

* * * *

I drove us to the store. From the outside it looked like a normal store. The promotional posters, while meant to look flashy had been bleached by the excessive sun, but they were still slightly attractive, as were the cute little outfits worn by the store dummies. But those were the outfits us normal girls could never wear.

From the outside Stacy seemed unimpressed. I took her arm again, and led her through the electronic doors. Her mouth fell open at the inner size. It looked like an elegant palace filled with the gowns of a million princesses. Stacy was dumbstruck with awe.

Lightly taking her hand, I led her down the steps into the main store. There were dresses, skirts, tops of all varieties, blouses, lingerie, daily wear. Stacy clearly had never seen so many choices grouped into one place. Or at least had never seen so many clothes that she wanted all at once.

I ignored the general clothes and led her to the back of the store, where the bathing suits were kept. And there were so many choices; bikini’s, cami sets, tankinis. So many options. So little time. I grabbed at a very skimpy black bikini set, almost no skin covered. Stacy was a little more conservative, going for a more common bra and brief set. I picked out a nice summer dress to wear over the bathing suit. A small flowing red number with all the tight curves. Stacy’s eyes lit up in admiration of my tastes for her. She pulled me out a short white dress. Very innocent looking. I held the dress against myself with the costume I chose underneath it. The thin white material gave away my choice perfectly. What a combo!

Now Stacy was taking the lead, guiding me roughly over to the dressing rooms. Obviously anxious to get me into my new outfit. I rushed ahead myself, just as anxious to see Stacy in hers, and maybe see her get into it too.

‘Want to share?’ I asked when our path ended by the dressing rooms.

The confirmation of Stacy’s attraction came when after a nervous moment she said yes and we clambered into the largest of the cubicles. Once the plastic door was shut, I felt Stacy’s lips lock themselves onto mine, her kiss reaching into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around Stacy’s back, pulling her beautiful body closer. Stacy’s subtle hands pulled at my top, lifting it carefully over my head, revealing my pink bra.

Stacy lowered her mouth to kiss my now erect nipples through the soft fabric. My inner moisture increased again, soaking my panties. I pushed myself closer, softly moaning my satisfaction.

I let my hand go to Stacy’s sexy mound, rubbing at her skirt. She pushed down onto my hand., her mouth kissing back up my breasts.

Everything I had wanted from Stacy lay beneath this skirt. No matter what I had to get it off, I wanted to se the hidden beauty of the girl I had waited three years to get. My hands went to her hips, slowly pushing at the elastic waistband, forcing the skirt down. She wriggled her hips, trying to stop me, she went for my hands. I kissed her harder, she let the skirt drop past her hips, revealing to me her secret. Stacy was a guy!

I jumped back. Completely surprised. I didn’t know how to react, my heartbeat was racing. And then I noticed what my body was doing. My moisture had jumped up a few notches, my pulse was racing, my breaths shallow and short. Oh my god, I was leaning back in to kiss her again. As I placed my lips back onto Stacy’s I pushed my skirt down over my hips and stepped out of it as it cascaded to the floor. I held my new lover in my arms.

My hands were soon cupping Stacy’s buttocks. My fingers tracing her crack, reaching for her perfectly puckered hole as her cock grew against me. She reached around and deftly unclipped my bra, slipping it down my arms and letting my petite breasts fall free. This was most unfair I thought. She had my breasts and I didn’t have hers. This was a situation that had to be sorted out.

While I focused her attention on kissing me, I worked my hands down her blouse, undoing each button, pulling the cotton garment open to reveal her sexy blue bra and its beautiful contents.

Stacy could stand no more. She was really rubbing her length against me, allowing the friction to pleasure her. Deciding I had to help I started to kiss my way down her super sexy body. I left her bra on, placing my kisses around the blue material, and carried on down past her stomach towards her bulging blue panties. I pulled them to the side, allowing her erect cock to fall into my ready hand. I placed another sensitive kiss to Stacy’s body before I slipped her twitching little friend into my anxiously waiting mouth.

The moment I wrapped my lips around Stacy’s warm cock I knew this was a first for her. The way she held herself was nervous, yet attentive, trying to memorise every action. I allowed more of her cock to slip into my mouth, taking all of it that I could, my tongue running around its outside. Stacy, driven at this point by sheer pleasure curled her fingers into my hair, gently tugging it as she pulled me further onto her. I had opened the cork on feelings she had never before expressed. Holding her balls in my hand, I feel Stacy suddenly tighten up, I knew what was coming and I sucked harder while I pulled her panties all the way to the ground.

Just I got the juicy goodness I wanted Stacy pulled her cock away from me. Gently, yet with great command, she pulled me to my feet.

‘Not yet, she whispered, kissing me again, pressing me back up against the dressing room wall. She ran her tongue over my nipples, taking one into her mouth, and kissing it with the same passion she had shown my lips.

Her hands led my panties down my legs while her kisses worked their way lower, across my abdomen, lower, past my waist, lower, over my trimmed blonde pubes to my glistening hole beneath. Nervously her tongue ran over my pussy lips. My thighs trembled at her careful touch, but I longed for so much more.

‘Don’t think so much,’ I told her. ‘Just go with the flow.’ I was going to wish I hadn’t said that.

Almost at once, Stacy’s nervous technique vanished. She had become a woman possessed. If I hadn’t have known otherwise, I’d have said she been licking pussy since the cradle. I had been waiting to get my friend here for three years, the only person to get my come in that time was me. I was saving it for Stacy exclusively.

Stacy switched between tonguing and fingering my pussy. God her technique was mind blowing. I couldn’t even find words to warn her what was coming. All my efforts were on keeping quiet, or just not getting to loud. Stacy got ferocious at my clit. She had obviously been wanting to get at my pussy as much I wanted her to. I moaned again softly, muffled by my fist crammed into my mouth, only just in time.

Before I had chance to let my hand down and pull Stacy further into me, she climbed back up to kiss me. I could taste my own salty juices on her lips, she offered it to me off her tongue. How could I refuse?

She leant in and kissed my neck. Her cock brushed against my pubes as she did. Her touch was electric. I wanted so badly to slip her into my pussy. But I held back.

Luckily for me, Stacy had the same idea. She bowed slightly, her hand pushed her cock forward, and lifted it into my pussy. She lifted my arms above my head, holding them in place, restricting my movement on my part. Once inside Stacy stopped. This I could tell was another first for her. I gave her a moment to enjoy the sensation, then, staring into her eyes, I clamped my pussy around her cock, and forced myself further onto her.

Driven by my desire, Stacy gave me a full thrust of her manly weapon. I gasped as her length filled my pussy, and pushed down to meet her. She gave me another thrust, and kept them coming. I couldn’t hold it anymore, my pleasure started to sound between my bated breaths, Stacy was the same. Neither of us were doing a very good job at staying discreet.

Someone knocked on the door. It was the store’s young clerk.

‘Are you ladies okay in there?’ she asked.

‘We’re fine, thanks!’ Stacy and I called out in unison, hoping the clerk hadn’t heard too much.

We didn’t move again until we heard her footsteps leading her away from us.

‘That was close,’ Stacy giggled.

‘I know,’ I giggled back as I felt my arousal spike suddenly. Almost getting caught was the ultimate turn on.

Stacy began to pick up speed again. Her energy doubled, and focused on bringing me to ecstasy. She got faster and faster until she reached a speed she could maintain comfortably. My cum was still flowing freely, running down Stacy’s cock and over her balls. She pushes harder and faster, using my cum as a lubricant to push in deeper.

With a slight groan muffled by my breast Stacy shot a hot load of sperm into my soaking pussy. Our juices merge inside me mixed by Stacy’s pumping and dripping back past my slippery entrance and running down our legs.

Continuing to push until the last of her own come was expelled, Stacy and I collapsed onto the floor of the dressing room. We had engorged ourselves on each others love and gotten quite messy in the process. All of a sudden I was glad I had packed a set of towels for our trip to the beach.

‘Here you go,’ I said as I offered one to her. She took it graciously, giving me a quick kiss in return.

A couple of minutes later, dried off and regaining our composure, Stacy and I got redressed. We gave each other another few gentle kisses. Her hands brushed my ass, squeezing gently while I cupped her lovely balls.

The attendant was coming back again, we heard her stilettos clacking against the floor, coming closer.

We hurried ourselves out of the dressing room, completely forgetting about the swimwear we had picked up. Left the store with a knowing smile on our lips and made straight for home.

We never did go back for that swim wear, but we had a lot of fun once we got home again.

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            Where and how to begin, I was 16 at the time and I had just gotten my drivers license. I am the oldest of my family so I was the only teen who could drive. My sister and I were as close as a brother and sister should be. We would fight and argue like every one else. My mom and I were close and I was an incurable mammas boy.

            Well the first incident was with my mom the summer between freshman and sophomore years in High school. I was learning to drive with my mom and we got some lunch from a local burger chain. We pulled into a parking lot and ate our food. My mom and I started talking.

 “So is there any girl you like?” my mom asked.

“Not at the moment?”

“Why not?”

“They are all immature babies”

“That’s not fair your sister isn’t like that.”

“She’s my sister I cant like her like that.”

“Why not?”

“That’s incest!”

“So?”

            I was totally blown away by that comment. Of course I had had a few thoughts of my mom and sister but I heard that was normal. I never had any intentions of pursuing my fantasy, but now I flashed and wonder if I could have sex with my mother.

            My mother was a true MILF. She wore reveling clothes, kept in shape, even tanned regularly. She was the envy of my friends but I always just shrugged it off but now I could see it. I saw my mom, the woman who gave me life as a sexual being and I had to have her.

“Mom what did you mean by that.”

“Nothing I just meant don’t let the what other people think dictate what you do.”

            I leaned in and kissed her. Throwing caution to the wind I made my move. Then my conscience kicked in. It was screaming “STOP” and “that’s your mother you freak.”

But I didn’t care. Then I noticed she was kissing back. I started playing with her left breast. I was reaching under her skirt when her phone rang.

            We immediately stopped kissing and she answered.

“Hello”

“Hi honey”

“Yea we’ll be home in 15 minutes.”

 “That was your dad he’s home now.”

            My dad was a trucker. He drove all over the country delivering cattle to farms.

He was gone for days or even weeks at a time. I never got to see him much but I wanted to make out with my mom a little longer. So I leaned back in.

“No not now later.”

            I gave her my best puppy dog face. She leaned in and gave me one big kiss for the rode.

            We drove back to our house and went to see my dad. He was in the living room he could only stay till tomorrow he had to leave at noon for Texas. My dad was going to be gone for anther week and a half.

            As I was going to bed I could my parents fucking each other silly my mom trying to muffle her screams of ecstasy as not to alert me of the goings on in the room above me. My mom is a very vocal person during sex and up untill our encounter I found the noises disturbing but now I find my self wondering if I could please the woman who gave me life.

My dad left for work and about 30 minutes after he left I asked my mom if we could go out for lunch.

“Mom about the other day…”

“Honey we can only do that when your dad is not around.”

“What?”

“Honey I’ve known you your whole life and I’ve watch you grow and I just fell in love with you. I can’t stop falling for you baby I need you.”

“Mom what are you saying?”

“Tyler I want to be your first sexual conquest.”

            That just blew me away.

“Tyler I want you to take me and fuck me silly.”

            Then my mom bent down and unzipped my pants and took out my cock. My cock was decent size for a 16 year old it is about 7 inches long and about 3 inches around. I was hard as a rock as soon as she touched it. She took the head of my member and licked it ever so gently and rubbed my shaft. Stopping at the base and rubbing my balls and continuing up. This was my first sexual experience and I quickly pulled over and turned on the blinker and just laid the seat back and let my mom work on my manhood.

            This was better than masturbating by far I was just laying back when it came the feeling when you’re about to cum.

“Mom I’m uhhh”

“CUMMING”

“Ok”

            She did something I thought a girl never did she swallowed all of my cum. We sat there my mom was pumping my cock  and I was in a trance when a car whizzed by us then slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road and back up towards us. I quickly put my cock away and sat up when the driver came over and knocked on my window. I rolled my window down.

“Can I help you?”

“No sir but thank you.”

“No problem any time.”

            The car pulled away and I turned towards my mother and she wasn’t the same mother I saw 2 days ago she was a beautiful lady who was crazy about me.

“Mom I’m in love with you.”

 

 

            Please comment this is my first time writing.

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Chapter 1) Maia


There are those who say time is a river, flowing implacably from the beginning to the end. They are wrong; speaking only from the brief experience of a few short years of life.

Time is an ocean; vast and endless, spreading out in all directions at once, and we are all adrift on it. With proper rudder and sails we can attempt to control our destiny; but the currents are uncharted and unchartable. Great and terrible storms have blown across the ocean of time, storms which have been known to wipe entire civilizations from the earth; to erase their histories from history.

My name is Maia, and I am immortal. I have walked the earth and sailed her seas for day after lonely day beyond count. I was ancient when the pyramids of Egypt were built. I have seen civilizations rise and fall, or destroyed so utterly by war or calamity, that their existence has been lost to time. I remember them all.

Come learned reader, sit and take your ease to hear the tale of how the journey began. Of how I, a simple girl with simple dreams came to be queen of the world, and then unknown. A story of adventure and terror, of great love and greater loss, the end of the world and the apocalyptic fall of the greatest Empire ever created and how the world was reborn.

I was fifteen when I was cast adrift on the ocean of time...
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I was born in the port city of Katai, off the coast of what is now modern day Japan; about eleven-and-a-half thousand years before Christ. Katai was ancient even then and majestic. For nearly a thousand years her walls stood untouched by foreign army; that was soon to change. From the founding of the city her ships ruled the Pacific and Indian oceans, trading with the Asian continent and eastern Africa. However, generation by generation, century by century, that territory was ceded to the great dark-hulled ships of the Empire. City after city, kingdom after kingdom fell or capitulated until at last, in all the world, only Katai stood against it.

Even in the cities waning years, life was peaceful and idyllic, yet at the same time busy and bustling. It was the strange sort of peaceful that you can only find in a port city. Every morning, fleets of fishing boats would sail out through the Lumere; the great arched sea-gate, to return on the evening tide with the day's haul. Large ocean-going ships would lead or follow with the tide, some never to return.

When I was ten, my little sister Amana and I used to climb to the top of the terraced pyramid of the temple of Lumis, to watch the ships come and go. At the top was the nausca, a pair of intersecting trenches carved an arm-length wide and deep across the entire top of the obsidian capstone, polished to a glass smooth finish. The nausca precisely marked the cardinal points, north south, east and west. The two of us would wander up and down those tracks watching for ships, so we could go down to the docks and talk to the incoming mariners about the rest of the world. Our Ata (father) was the king's chief ambassador, so we were constantly exposed to and taught other languages; an area where I proved to be quite gifted. By my tenth birthday, I could speak all seven languages of our primary trading partners. When I was eight; however, four of those cities fell to the Empire.

One summer day, as Amana and I stood in the nausca we spotted many unfamiliar sails creeping over the northern horizon. We watched in wonder as the group of ships approached. As they drew nearer our wonder turned to horror. Ata had told tales of the black trimaran hulls of the Empire. Only Ata and a handful of people had ever actually seen them, fewer still had lived to tell the tale. Yet here they were; a fleet thirty strong, making for the Lumere.

Ata owned a priceless treasure, taken from the only imperial ship our fleet had ever managed to capture. It was a long bronze tube with a polished piece of glass at either end. If you looked through one end, it made things far away appear closer. If Ata had ever found out that I had been sneaking out with it, he would have made me regret that I had ever been born.

I peered through the telescope at the incoming ships. Their tanned crews scurrying about the decks, stowing sails and breaking out oars. As they drew nearer I could see only a few weapons. Perhaps they wouldn't attack.

These were the demons that haunted our dreams. Everyone knew the stories. The Empire sacrificed young maidens to their dark sea-god, and devoured infants as part of the Pact. This was how they gained the arcane lore to build their great ships; ships that could outrun anything else on the waves. Only the wind could keep pace with those unholy hulls. Mothers would use the tales to scare their children into obedience. "Be good or the sea-reavers will come and spirit you away." "Be good or the sea-reavers will make a dinner out of you." "Be good or the sea-reavers will come and make plaything for their demon-god!"

From the watchtowers on the sea-wall (which were almost as high as we were) came a sound that had not been heard in years, the alarm bell. The great bronze bell; three times the height of a man, sat atop the eastern tower, and on a good day was capable of giving off a peal that could be heard for more than ten leagues. With a slow steady beat, it warned of incoming storms from the sea, which were frequent during the summer. Now, two frantic guards with hammers beat on it for all they were worth; pounding out a staccato rhythm of fear.

The city suddenly exploded with activity. Below us was a boiling beehive of people running to safety or to arms. In the harbor, our triremes began casting off less than half crewed. We watched, wondering who would reach the gate first. Suddenly, a loud piercing whistle arose from the palace. Moments later, for the first time in my life; the gates of the Lumere slowly, ponderously, swung shut.

I turned the telescope to see the king race from the palace in his chariot; Ata, the chiefs and king's advisors close behind. We watched as the royal party wound its way through the city to the harbor at breakneck speed. So intent were they in their race to the harbor that many people had to dive out of the way to avoid being trampled.

Turning my attention back to the incoming fleet I saw that all but two of the imperial ships had dropped sail and come to a halt about a mile short of the walls. One ship continued in towards the Lumere under oar, while the second turned under sail toward Iulia, the sacred isle, three miles down the coast. Would they desecrate the isle by setting foot there? Would they sack the temple; which stood unoccupied and undefended on all but the holiest days? These were the kind of sacrileges that the sea-reavers were known for.

The ship approached under oar, coming to a halt about a hundred feet shy of the sea-gate. Curiously, there was no fire from the walls as I would have expected, however, the guards looked as though they were ready to bury the ship under a hail of arrows. On the bow of the ship stood a man in a gleaming bronze helmet, who appeared to be shouting up to the guards. Sadly, this happened over a mile away, so we couldn't hear anything that was said.

This entire time Amana had been whining at me to let her look. I finally relented, warning that if she dropped it, I'd pitch her from the temple and see if she could learn to fly. Fortunately, I've always had very sharp eyes. The king and his entourage must have reached the harbor because the royal galley was pulling away from the docks and heading for the Lumere, where ten other triremes had formed a barricade just inside the gate.

The royal galley pulled up to the sea-gate and stopped; moments later the imperial ship crept forward until both ships sat only a few feet apart, on either side of the gate. All things seemed to come to a halt at that point, so I looked off toward Iulia as the other ship sailed around it once and headed back to join its companions. I could see the truth of the legends. The speed of the ship was such that it practically skimmed the waves, making the trip to the island and back in less than half the time of our fastest craft.

"I can't hear what they're saying;" said Amana excitedly, "let's go down there."

"Closer to those barbarians is the last place in the world we need to be;" I replied with exasperation. "Don't worry, Ata will tell us all about it, he always does. Now shut up and give me back the telescope."

"But it's still my turn... ," she whined.

"It's an awfully long drop."

She pouted and handed the tube back. No one goes through life without accumulating a list of regrets which weigh on us. Looking back over nearly a hundred and thirty-six centuries, my greatest regret is not having been a better sister.

We watched for over an hour as the king and the man in the gleaming helmet spoke heatedly from either side of the gate. Finally, the imperial ship backed away, came about and put up her sails. A great cheer went up throughout the city as the entire fleet raised their sails and turned about, gathering speed on the wind. They departed as quickly as they had come; disappearing over the horizon like ghosts. The relief of the city was palpable, there would be no war today. Our greatest enemy had come right up to the city gates, and left without firing a shot.

Ata didn't come home till very late that night. When he did, he wouldn't speak of the conversation between the king and the man from the Empire; not even to Ama (mother). He just sat in his chair all night stroking his beard, looking grim. The next day he was gone early, his armour and weapons with him. Ultimately, we had to resort to prying information out of the sailors who had been there. Very few, it seemed, wished to speak of it. Finally we were able to piece together that our last three allies, the cities of Xiana, Wat and Ngoro-tai had all switched allegiance to the Empire. All trade to Katai was now cut off. We were alone.

Even at the tender age of ten, I knew that trade was quite literally, the life-blood of the city. Our kingdom was mountainous with little farmable land; and since its founding, the city of Katai had swollen to more than half a million people. Even with fishing, we couldn't produce enough food for everyone. To add insult to injury; with foreign trade suspended, much of the population would be out of work.

Two days later the king announced the embargo; the effect was immediate. Half the population started screaming for war against Xiana and Ngoro-tai, our nearest neighbors; the other half rioted in the streets. The king called for calm in the city but his words fell on deaf ears. Finally he was forced to call out the army to quell the riots. The mood of the city became somber and listless; like a condemned man, resigned to his fate, just waiting for the axe to fall.

Ata and the other advisors remained with the king for nearly a week in council. Ama, Amana and I spent the entire time out with our household servants buying what foods and necessities we could before the price gouging became too bad. We all knew how to fish and Ata had taught me to use a bow (he even had one made for me that I could draw, albeit with some difficulty), so we knew that we weren't likely to starve when times started to get lean. Katai was built around the mouth of a large river, and as such, had an excellent fresh water supply. Food-stores however, were a different issue. Sadly, the thought of a complete embargo hadn't been seriously entertained in perhaps centuries. Without a more or less constant flow of ships coming in, the city had enough food-stores to last less than six months. Times would get lean; we simply could not have imagined just how lean they would get.

Finally, after days of being sequestered, Ata returned home. Sadly it was not to be for long. The decision had been made to go to war and the preparations were already under way. That night as Amana and I were laying in bed (pretending sleep) I heard Ata telling Ama that there would be raids against Ngoro-tai's shipping first to bolster our supplies before an all out attack on Xiana. The fleet was almost ready and the shipyard was stepping up production.

The next day, our family went to pray and make sacrifices at the temple of Lumis for a safe voyage and successful endeavor. Lumis was god of the sea, of sailors and patron of desperate situations. If ever a situation needed his help, this was it.

A great bull was slaughtered and Ata was washed in its blood, his armour and weapons likewise washed. The high priest read the entrails, with the proclamation that not only would the war be short and decisive, but that Ata had found favor in the eyes of Lumis and that his bloodline would be carried until the end of the world and after. With that,.our entire household was blessed. Ata and the priests then took some of the blood down to the harbor to bless his ship. I desperately wanted to go with them and watch, but only men were allowed to witness this ceremony.

Ata's ship was the first to receive such blessing, for the king had ordered that the high priest be taken out to Iulia on that ship to pray for our people at the temple there. Amana and I had friends among the city guards, so we were able to get onto the seawall and watch as his ship slipped out through the Lumere, dipped all one hundred and twenty oars to into the water and slowly gathered speed toward for the island. They would beach the ship there overnight, but the only one who would leave the ship and actually touch the island was the high priest. The entire crew would stay on board and wait for the next tide to carry them free. From atop the arch of the Lumere we dropped flowers for Ata and the crew as they slowly left the harbor and seemingly inched their way into open water. Ata looked up at us through his telescope, smiled and blew us a kiss. A couple of the crew followed suit earning what sounded like some rather harsh words from Ata, though we couldn't quite make out what he was saying. We would have waited for him all night up on the Lumere, but the tower guards shooed us off not long after the ship made land on Iulia.

Ata returned the next morning a few hours before dawn. I was awakened by the muffled groans and hushed cursing of him bumping into things in the dark. He was a giant of a man for the time period, towering a little over six feet in height, and he never did learn to be stealthy. I lay in bed and listened as he undressed and joined Ama in bed. Then I tried (unsuccessfully) to NOT listen as they said their own private good-byes.

The fleet sailed later that day on the afternoon tide. It seemed like the entire city turned out to see them off, and the mood was celebratory. Katai was going to strike a resounding blow at the enemy. The Empire would soon learn that this kingdom was still a force to be reckoned with. Every ship in Katai had been pressed into service, more than three hundred and fifty in all. We accompanied Ata to his ship on the overcrowded docks. He kissed Ama until Amana and I were ready to be sick, then embracing us said; "Maia, Amana, listen to your ama. I'm counting on you two to help her. If you're good, and say all your prayers, I'll bring you each a present."

With that he turned and climbed aboard his ship. King Iliak's ship was already pulling away from the dock. This time, the three of us: Ama, Amana and I, raced to the top of the seawall to watch from the Lumere as his ship set sail. For as long as we had them, we dropped flowers on every ship as it passed under the arch and raised sails. It was a truly awe-inspiring sight to see such a massive fleet all setting off at once and sailing down the coast. As they disappeared over the horizon I had to wonder how many of them would return. One look at the expression on Ama's face told me that she was thinking the same thing.

Life went on in Katai; day followed day and night followed night as we waited for word of the fleet and the war. With King Iliak at sea, the city was run by queen Itsiyina. Ama was the Queen's cousin, so we had the royal family at the house frequently. They seemed to delight in throwing the young prince and me together and my embarrassment as they spoke of betrothal. I liked prince Ilimak, but not in that way. He was infuriatingly immature. He wore shoes topped in highly polished silver plates. I thought they looked hideous when I first saw them. My opinion went downhill when I caught him using them to try and peek up my dress. It took a couple of "accidents" with the soot bucket before he got the message and stopped wearing them.

Every chance Amana and I got, we would spend atop the temple of Lumis, watching the horizon for some sign of sails. My greatest fear was that the next sails we saw would be the enemy's. There were several powerful storms that summer. Every time we heard the alarm bell warn of an incoming storm, Ama became a nervous wreck. Amana and I spent whole days trying to calm and console both Ama and the queen. When we weren't at home helping Ama, we were at the palace learning to read and write. From the age of ten, I spent much of my time there, learning the ways of the court and helping the queen with weaving.

Summer passed and turned into early fall when the first ships returned. Ama, Amana and I had gone beyond the city walls to a semi-secluded cove to go fishing and to dive for pearls. Amana wasn't a very good swimmer, so while she worked a net in the shallows, Ama and I stripped down and went diving. After our third or forth dive, we came up to find Amana jumping up and down in the surf, screaming and pointing out to sea. I turned reflexively to look. At first we didn't see anything, being only a couple of inches above the water, but as we were lifted up on the next wave we could see sails, a lot of them.

I'd never seen Ama move so fast in all my life. She was half way back to shore before I realized that she wasn't next to me anymore. I headed back in with all the speed that I could muster from my ten-year-old arms and legs. By the time I reached the shore Ama and Amana were already dressed and impatient to go. I threw my dress on, grabbed Amana's net, handed Ama the two pearls I harvested and we sprinted back to the city.

As we ran down the beach I saw twelve of Katai's ships with what appeared to be an entire Ngoro trading fleet, thirty ships strong, in tow. We arrived at about the same time, Amana and I were about ready to die of exhaustion. Out of more than three hundred ships only twelve had returned, all of them showing signs of battle; Ata's ship was not one of them. Ama broke down on the spot and it took us a while to get her home and settled.

Later that evening I went to the docks in search of news. The docks were flooded with people unloading the captured ships. Finally, I managed to find someone I knew, a ship captain who was a friend of my Ata's. I was relieved to the point of tears to hear that Ata and the king were alive and well. The fleet had stalked the sea-lanes near Ngoro-tai for more than a month before finally beginning attacks. They had come upon a small trading fleet and had taken it with hardly a fight. The next fleet they encountered had been a large one under military escort. In the ensuing fight three ships had been lost and twelve damaged enough to force them to return home. King Iliak had ordered that the captured ships be brought home to Katai, unloaded and put into service under Katai's banner. With winter coming, the fleet would soon be home for the season, and then it would be on to Xiana.

Ama was overjoyed with the news, Ata was safe as recently as three weeks ago and would be home soon. Amana however, was inconsolable that Ata had not returned and cried herself to sleep that night. With the excitement, I was unable to get to sleep that night, so I slipped quietly out of the house.

Katai was a beautiful city during the day, but at night, with all the city lights burning, it could take your breath away. I walked for a while, just reveling in the idea of being out in the city alone after dark. As I wandered down along the docks, I started to get strange, and in some cases frightening looks from some of the men there. I began to realize that the docks weren't exactly the safest place for a girl to be after dark so I headed around the harbor to the seawall. I took the nearest set of stairs to the parapet but a little before the top I was stopped by a guard.

"What are you doing up here young lady?" he asked gruffly.

I hadn't seen him standing there and nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of his voice. "J-just going for a walk;" I stammered, "I wanted to sit on the wall for a while."

He glowered down at me; "A little young to be walking the wall at night aren't you?" He looked me up and down, "Judging by the way you're dressed, you don't appear to need the money, so take my advice and go home before you get yourself into trouble. Or if you really must, the sailors and dockhands will take anything, even a slip of a girl like you. Trust me, you don't want to be up here at this hour."

"But-but..."

"No buts!" He said angrily. "I've got better things to do tonight than look after a little girl who doesn't know where she ought not to be, now stand aside! Ladies, right this way."

I turned to see two attractive young women standing on the stair behind me. Bare from the waist up, they were wearing even less than I was. In those times it was customary for a woman to leave her right breast exposed; but with the exceptions of swimming and bathing, topless generally meant one thing. So this is what he had been talking about. The wall suddenly became just as alarming as the docks. The two prostitutes eyed me up and down with an irritated look. As they made their way past me on the stair one of them said to me; "This is our walk tonight little girl. Come back when you get some curves and we'll talk." I beat a hasty retreat.

I still wanted to find a place where I could watch the moon on the water. Making my way back into the city I headed for the temple of Lumis. The temple was about five hundred feet tall, so by the time I got to the top of the stairs I was breathing heavy and not paying attention. Stepping up onto the capstone I almost tripped over another business girl servicing a client. I beat another hasty retreat before they had much of a chance to notice me. The night was a washout, so I wound my way back home and snuck back into my bed.

Nobody noticed my late night excursion, and I didn't intend to mention it. With any luck there would be more, and there were. In fact, sneaking out at night sort of became a hobby, not to mention it was the only way that I could get any time to myself. I explored the city by night, with both caution and gusto. I was free, unfettered. Any night that was clear, I would climb the steps to the top of the great temple and sit for hours watching the moonlight on the sea; wondering what it would be like to be out on the sea on such a night. Usually, if I managed to get there first, the ladies of the night would take their patrons elsewhere. Sometimes I was the one who got chased off, and sometimes none of us would budge and we did our best to ignore each other's presence.

The fleet began returning home in groups of twenty to thirty, every few days. Each group towing no less than ten captured ships. With the food cargo alone, our stores would be extended an additional six months. Each time a group of ships would return Ama, Amana and I would hurry down to see if Ata's ship was among them, and begging the incoming ships for information when he wasn't.

About ten days before the start of winter, word reached our home that ships had been seen inbound. We dropped what we were doing and raced to the harbor. We got there just as the king's galley rowed in under the arch, Ata's ship just behind. A tremendous cheer went up throughout the city. Katai had struck back hard against those who had betrayed us, depriving Ngoro-tai of much needed supplies, ships and men. In all, the action cost us fifteen ships and about eight hundred men.

As promised, Ata brought us presents. For Ama, he brought a solid gold vase that was taller than I was and a bolt of the most beautiful cloth we had ever seen. Never in my life had I seen such a rich shade of green (and judging by the look on Ama's face, neither had she). I simply could not wait to see it made into a dress for her. Done right, the queen herself would turn a matching shade in envy. Ama could be queenly in her own right, and with this she could dress the part. Lastly he brought out a huge blanket, twice the size of their bed, made of the thickest, softest, most heavenly looking fur. Now I was green with envy. With winter sailing in through the Lumere as we spoke, pulling up to port and asking for a long term berth it was getting downright COLD at night. For Amana he brought a bolt of cloth identical to Ama's to start her dowry and a full length polished silver mirror. For me Ata pulled out of his bag a bolt of cloth that made Ama's almost look common. It was a material that none of us had ever seen. It was light yet very strong. The surface of it actually shined, almost as if polished. It was as smooth as polished marble yet as soft as water, and it was a shade of blue that you could fall into and keep falling forever, the color itself was almost luminescent. Much to my disappointment this cloth was for my dowry, not to be made into the most beautiful dress in all the world... yet.

As I was busy trying to squeeze my eyeballs back into their sockets, I barely registered Ata saying that he had one more thing for me. I hugged the cloth, I loved the cloth but as he pulled the next item out of one of his bags I dropped it onto the dirty floor and forgot that I had ever seen it. I stood there and stared for I don't know how long with my jaw agape. Finally I gathered the courage to reach up with a trembling hand and take the item that he held out for me; trying not to drop it, my eyes suddenly filled up with tears. In my hand sat a polished metal tube, a little longer than one of my arms. It was slightly larger at one end than the other and had a polished piece of glass at each end. At first I couldn't understand why he would give me his priceless telescope, and then I realized that the tube in my hand appeared to be made of solid gold, not bronze.

Ata noticed my bewilderment and said; "It's actually bronze. We don't know how, but they found a way to cover one metal with another. It's almost like a paint, but much thinner and smoother."

"But how did you come by it?" I asked, still confused. "Shouldn't this have gone to the king?"

Ata chuckled; "Actually, we found three. One of the trade convoys we took included an imperial ship. While I came up from her starboard stern, Iliak charged in from mid port. The captain turned hard to avoid being rammed by Iliak and turned right into me. We almost cut her in half when we hit. Then Iliak pulled up along-side and we stormed the ship."

"Even with their ship sinking under them, the Atlanteans fought like demons, we lost three men for every one of theirs, but in the end we managed to take the ship. I had most of the crew break out axes and cut her loose before she dragged us down with her while the rest quickly searched the ship for anything salvageable. We found these in a locked box in the captain's cabin. Judging from the looks of them, and from the box they were in, we think that they were meant as a gift to the king of Ngoro-tai. I figured that if it was good enough for a king, then it was good enough for my first-born. Iliak agreed and sends his compliments. As much as you like scanning the horizon from up on the temple, I figured that this would come in handy."

I didn't know what to say, I gave him a huge hug, grabbed my telescope and my sister and dashed for the door. We hadn't gotten three steps when Ama spoke up behind us.

"Ah-hem;" she said, "before you disappear, you have chores to finish." You know, sometimes being a kid sucks.

I wasn't able to get out for the rest of the day so I snuck out that night bundled up in my cloak and went to my usual haunt. I arrived to find the top already occupied by a single man wearing a cloak. I figured he was just waiting for his favorite lady to arrive. Well, I wasn't going to be chased off tonight. Fortunately, he was on the side facing away from the harbor, so I sat on the top step on the harbor side and scanned the moonlit ocean. The scene was beautiful, albeit limited. It didn't take too long to see all that could be seen by the moonlight, so I sat there for a bit just wondering what to do. Suddenly, in a flash of inspiration, I raised the telescope to the skies.

I must pause here a moment learned reader and tell you that there are no words which can accurately describe the awe, majesty and sublime beauty of dancing among the stars through a telescope. So I will not attempt to do so here. Here, at the dawn of the twenty-first century, such sights are well known, thirteen and a half thousand years ago they were inconceivable.

I lay on my back and walked among the heavens for a while, seeing more stars than I ever knew existed. As I was dancing among the craters on the moon I heard the man on the other side of the platform walking over to me. I sat up, prepared to dash down the stairs when I looked at him, and my blood froze in my veins.

"When I arrived, one of the dock workers mentioned having seen you here and on the docks on a number of nights." Ata said as he sat down next to me. "I thought he must have been mistaken. What would my little Maia be doing in such places after dark, and alone at that?"

"Ata, I..."

"Don't." He said sounding very disappointed. "Don't make up excuses. The city is no place for a girl of your age to be wandering alone after dark. I'm just glad you had the sense not to drag your sister along."

I managed to work up the courage to look him in the eye and speak. "That's why I do it Ata. This is the only chance I get to have some time to myself. I only went to the docks the first time. I stay away from the harbor at night now. Most of the time, I just come here. Occasionally the working girls chase me off so I go wandering a bit, but I'm careful and stay out of sight and not talk to anyone. I've spent most nights since you left up here watching, waiting for you to come home."

Ata sighed and laid his hand on my shoulder. "Maia I taught you to be free-willed and intelligent, but I thought I also taught you to be wise. Someday I am going to give you to away as some lucky mans wife, but to do so, I have to keep you pure. I can't do that with you wandering about the city alone at night. Have you any idea how dangerous these little excursions of yours are?"

I hung my head and replied; "Yes Ata."

"I'm not telling you to stop." He said. "Just take one of the servants with you from now on; and your sister is never, I repeat, NEVER to hear of your nighttime strolls, do you hear me?"

I nodded silently, too ashamed to say any more, yet overjoyed that he wasn't going to make me stop.

From under his cloak Ata pulled his own telescope. "Now what was it that had you so enraptured when I caught you?" He asked lying on his back.

We spent the next couple of hours exploring the heavens together. Apparently the concept of turning it skyward had never really occurred to him either. We finally left our perch a couple hours after midnight to sneak back into our beds, but Ata returned with me every few nights through out the winter. He taught me what he knew of the heavens, of stars and planets and constellations as together we learned more through our telescopes. There, on the top of the temple, standing on the nausca, Ata taught to me things forbidden to women; the arts of celestial navigation.

When one is learning to run a household one cannot help but learn numbers and higher figuring, but the things Ata taught me were fiendishly difficult, especially for a girl of ten. Ata said the fact that I was able to understand it at all was a testament to how bright I was. He was always trying to make me blush.

One night as he was giving me lessons I was having a hard time concentrating. Ata noticed that I seemed troubled and sat down beside me.

"What's on your mind girl?" He asked softly.

It took me a few moments to realize exactly what it was that I was having difficulty with. Finally I was able to articulate it.

"Why do this for me Ata? Why take the risk?" I asked; the words coming to me at last. "This is one of the greatest gifts you have ever given me and nothing could ever make me feel ungrateful for it, but you know the penalties for doing such a thing. And how could I let you put yourself at risk for it. I mean, here we sit on top of the very temple of Lumis discussing things that are forbidden to me. Why hasn't Lumis struck us down for the blasphemy? I think what I'm saying is that learning this, and here of all places, scares me."

Ata looked at me with a look that I simply could not interpret, almost as if he was trying to decide something. He looked at me like that for several moments and then closed his eyes and sighed.

"Maia," he said; "do you remember the day before I left? The day I took the high priest to Iulia?"

I nodded.

"We set down on the beach and waited, it is forbidden for any but him and the high priestess of Anais to set foot there." He continued. "The prayer he was sent to perform should have only taken a few minutes no more, yet he was gone for several hours. When he returned he had a haunted look about him and I feared the worst for the war, but he reassured me that that was not the issue which troubled him so. After we returned to the harbor he asked me to accompany him back here to the temple so we could talk in private. Down below, in his room, he told me what he had seen that had him worried."

"You see, in the temple on Iulia is a pool where the gods themselves are said to bathe. The water in the pool is holy beyond the understanding of man. If a person were to touch just a single drop of the water while praying fervently, then the gods are quite likely to respond. But if you are not cautious and quite specific in your prayer, then fate will tend to stick its hand in and twist and pervert the prayer; and while your prayer would be answered, that answer could turn into bitter ashes. This is why only the high priest and priestess, the wisest people in the kingdom are permitted to set foot there."

"He said his prayer as he had gone there to do, but before he had a chance to get up off his knees he felt an overpowering presence there with him and he was forced to kneel even lower; almost into the pool. The way he described it wasn't so much like he was pushed down but as if someone had taken over his person and forced him to look deep into the water; and what he saw there terrified and saddened him to the depth of his soul."

"When he looked into the water he saw a young woman; you, in a few years. You were on a large ship, similar to imperial design. The ship was far out on the ocean, weeks maybe months from land; and you were alone. You were on a ship large enough to be crewed by sixty or eighty men but there was only you, alone upon the sea, trying to find land. I could tell that there was more that he wasn't telling me, but it is actually at his insistence that I am teaching you these things. He told me that your journey would be terribly long and difficult and that you would need to learn everything that I can teach you and more; everything that you are capable of learning in order to find your way."

"Someday in the not to distant future you will go from here, I don't know when, I don't know why or where to, but there is nothing that I can do to prevent it. What I can do is to give you the knowledge to find your way home again. If time permits at the beginning of spring, I will begin teaching you to sail. If you were a little older, I would take you to Xiana and you would get all the sailing experience you would need on the trip there."

I didn't quite know what to say. This was the first time in my life that he had been that open and candid with me. My mind was still numb from what he had told me. I couldn't quite wrap my young brain around the idea that the high priest had had a strong and profound vision about me. These are the kind of things that make young children lay awake at night afraid of what's under the bed.

Finally I was able to think enough to ask; "Does Ama know?"

"Are you kidding?" Ata chuckled. "If she ever heard what I just told you she'd bundle you up and pack you off to the cloister of Anais up in the mountains! She'd hide you so well, the gods themselves wouldn't be able to find you!"

We laughed till we cried and returned to our beds a little before dawn. I knew that no matter what happened, one way or another I'd be all right. Sadly the winter became too cold to spend many nights out, but any night Ata was home, I could be found by his side till late in the evening learning everything he could teach me. I could see by her expression that Ama did not approve of much of what Ata was teaching me. I even heard them argue about it a few times, each argument ending with Ata putting his foot down and saying that I would learn everything that could be crammed into my head and that was final. Ama was not happy about this at all and attempted to fill my days and nights with chores so that I wouldn't have time to learn things that were not a woman's place. She even resorted to sending me to help other people with chores. One cold day, I had been sent to help the queen with weaving. Ata merely had a word with Iliak. The next thing I knew, there were royal guards sent to collect me. By the end of that winter I was exhausted, both physically and mentally.

All through the winter, Katai prepared for all out war against Xiana. Men poured in from the outlying towns, villages and farms; swelling the population to unbearable levels. The public squares became training grounds for young men and boys who had never handled anything more than a sickle or a cattle prod. When they weren't training they were cutting and hauling lumber for the shipyard. The shipyard was a madhouse, tripling its normal production and refitting the captured ships as troop transports.

Spring came late that year, but come it finally did. By the time spring found Katai, I was eleven, as tall as Ama, and still growing. I was already taller than anyone else my age and stronger than most of the boys that I knew. With Ata's blood in my veins, I would eventually grow to be almost as tall as he was.

In the end there was no time for Ata to teach me sailing as he had wished. A week after the winds changed the army was loaded onto the ships and the fleet set sail. Again, the entire city turned out to send the fleet off. King Iliak had his galley rowed out to the center of the harbor. We watched as he climbed the mast to the lookout so that he could address the assembled crowd.

"Children of Katai hear me!" He roared across the water. Iliak was a large man himself, and I think everyone within a mile of the docks heard his voice. "Children of Katai, for we are all children of Katai! Our mother has been slandered and forsaken by those whom we have hailed as friends for years beyond count. They have been seduced and debauched by the demons of the sea. They thought that they could betray us and walk away; that in her old age Katai would be too weak to respond! We have shown Ngoro-tai that Katai is as young as she ever was! Today we set out to show Xiana the full measure of our anger. Many years ago we razed most of Xiana to the ground. Today we will show them that we still have such strength! We shall teach them once again why we ruled the sea clear to the Dark Continent. We shall strike such a blow as will be felt clear to the throne of Atlantis, and we will drive those sea demons from our waters once and for all!"

The city went wild. From the queen to the lowliest dockworker the mood was absolutely jubilant. As Iliak climbed down from the mast Ata kissed us all goodbye and his ship pushed off. Again his ship followed the king's out through the Lumere, sent off with heavy fanfare. As Ata's ship was approaching the arch I heard his voice over the crowd. He was holding up his telescope and pointing up to the watchtower above the Lumere.

"Watch for my return from there by day or the nausca by night!" He yelled.

"Just be sure to come back before Ama marries me off!" I yelled back. Ama got a chuckle out of that and yelled across to him; "You DID teach her wisdom!"

And with that he was gone. There were too many people on the arch for us to have gone up there to see him off but every ship that passed under the arch put to sea under a blizzard of flowers. There were so many ships that it took till early evening for them all to put to sea. The harbor had been so full that you could have walked across it and never gotten wet. The three of us raced to the temple and managed to find a spot amongst the throng there where we could watch the fleet disappear over the horizon. I took out my telescope and passed it around to Ama and Amana so that they could watch, but when Ama got hold of it she didn't give it back until they were gone.

Once again the days began to creep by. When Ama didn't have us up to our ears in chores I could usually be found up in the watchtower looking out over the horizon, waiting for a sign. The tower guards grudgingly tolerated and eventually came to appreciate my presence. I was someone different to talk to, and they realized that my telescope could be an advantage. Any clear night that I could sneak out I would make my way up to the nausca to watch the stars. I nearly always had it to myself those days as the city had been virtually emptied of men when the fleet sailed.

Spring faded into summer and the city fell quietly into the rhythm of warfare. One of the chores that Ama had me doing was helping the fletchers. Over that summer I fletched more arrows than I care to remember. When not helping the fletchers I was busy using many of the shafts that I had helped to feather. Queen Itsiyina had ordered that all persons above the age of ten practice at archery for one hour every day. My skill with the bow had been passable before; but with enforced practice it improved dramatically. By the end of the summer I had even outgrown my bow.

When not otherwise occupied I dove for pearls, learned of cooking, herbalism and medicine, wove with Ama and the queen, served at the palace; the list went on and on. It was the busiest summer that I had ever spent. I wasn't able to get away often and Ama did everything in her power to keep it that way.

At first I hated archery practice, but began to love it when I met Anai. Anai was a year older than I was and we hit it off famously. We were about the same skill level with the bow and we both practiced as hard as we could to out-do the other. We were constantly teasing and cajoling each other to reach deeper and do better. It was for this reason alone that both he and I progressed as far as we did.

Anai and I became fast friends; he was in fact the first real friend that I'd ever had. I think that he was also the reason that Ama tried to keep me so busy that summer. He was the most adventurous spirit that I had ever met. He wasn't much to look at, being a little on the skinny side with constantly unruly black hair and a look in his eye that said that he was up to something. Any time that I could get away from Ama, we could be found together. We hunted together, fished together, swam together.

Summer finally passed into fall and one night in late September I decided to show Anai my secret hiding place. Sneaking out a little after midnight with my cloak and my telescope, I made my way down to his house in the merchants quarter. I quietly tapped on his window a couple of times. Anai was a light sleeper, so it was no surprise to find him wide-awake when he opened the window.

"The gods themselves aren't even awake yet!" He said with a yawn. "What trouble can we get into at this hour?"

"Grab your cloak," I said. "I've got something to show you."

We wound our way through the streets to the temple of Lumis then took the long climb to the top. We reached to top to hear the moans of passion coming form the other side. Apparently not ALL the young men had set out with the fleet. Since they were on the other side a good fifty paces away, and it was a dark moonless night, we were able to ignore them, though Anai occasionally stole glances off in that direction.

"Maia," he said with a wry grin; "I like you a lot, but I just don't think our parents would approve of us getting married like that. Not that I'd object mind you, but aren't we a little..."

His sentence was cut short when I punched him in the arm so hard I almost knocked him down.

"One more remark like that," I said, smiling back; "and the next time we go swimming I'll drown you!" We stuck our tongues out at each other and laughed. I sat down on the top stair and invited Anai to join me.

"So what's so important that you had to drag me out of a warm bed at this ungodly hour?" He asked, joining me on the step.

I pointed to the seven sisters and asked; "How many stars are in that constellation?"

He gave me his best sarcastic look and replied; "Hmm, they're called the seven sisters, and I see seven stars. I'm gonna say seven."

"You sure about that?" I asked, as I pulled the telescope out from under my cloak.

"Pretty sure; yeah," he answered, nodding his head.

I handed him the tube and told him to point it at the stars and look through the small end. He held it up to his eye, started to say something and stopped.

"Mother of Lumis." He finally said; his voice barely a whisper. He started scanning the sky. "I never dreamed..."

He never did finish that sentence, and the rest of the night we said very little, we just sat there watching the stars. The lady and her friend eventually finished their tryst and left and the rest of the night was quiet. At some point we wrapped up in our cloaks and laid back on the obsidian top to get a better view straight up.

The next thing I knew I heard a bird chirp. We both sat bolt upright. We had fallen asleep and it was now false dawn. The sun would be coming up in just a few minutes. My heart flew into my throat, if Ama found that I'd been out all night (not to mention with a boy) there would be nine kinds of hell to pay. I grabbed my telescope and was about to dash down the stairs when Anai grabbed me and spun me around.

"Maia, I've been wanting to do this for a long time," he said. He pulled me close, leaned in and kissed me. I closed my eyes and melted into him. His lips were warm and soft, and the feeling was exquisite. I was walking on air; so happy that my toes were curling. Sadly, reality intruded and the feeling of panic returned.

"I've got to go," I said, disentangling myself from him. He grinned sheepishly at me and nodded. Turning, we took two steps down the stairs when something caught my eye. I stopped to look out to the horizon. Anai got a few more steps before he realized that I wasn't with him anymore. He turned and came back up. He looked at me and then turned to look out to the horizon as well.

"I thought I saw something out there," I said.

Anai stepped back up to the top and said; "Then your eyes must be playing tricks on the both of us, because I think I see something too!"

I joined him at the top and looked again. There it was again, just the faintest hint of movement on the horizon. I took out the telescope out again and brought it to my eye. Even with the telescope, the object was still just a slight disturbance on the horizon; but after a few minutes it grew into a sail. We passed the tube back and forth and watched in astonishment and glee as the sail was joined by another, and another, about fifty ships in all came over the horizon and made for the harbor. As the light grew and the ships came closer, I could identify them as being Kataian galleys. Part of the fleet was returning. I jumped for joy and hugged Anai and gave him a big kiss.

I took one last look through the telescope scanning the incoming ships to see if Ata's was among them. They were too far out for me to identify individual ships but I could tell that they were under full sail and full oar. It looked as though after a long sea voyage, they had decided to race each other to the harbor now that it was in site. The group started to break up and string out, several of them taking a large lead.

"That must be the rest of them." Anai said.

I looked up to see what he was talking about. Following his gaze back to the horizon I could see more sails there, many more.

"Umm, Anai; we've got to go," I said as gripped my scope and nearly flew down the stairs; "right now!"

The reason for the fleet's race to the Lumere had suddenly come into focus. It wasn't a merely a race at all, but a desperate sprint for survival. The sails which we had thought to be the rest of the fleet were in fact a fleet of imperial ships; several hundred of them.

We were half way down the steps when the guards in the watchtower saw the danger and rang the alarm bell. When we reached the bottom I yelled at Anai, "Get your bow! I'll meet you on the wall by the watchtower! Run!"

I was nearly exhausted by the time I made it to my house. The city had come alive with panic and it was difficult to get anywhere without being trampled. As I sprinted into the house I caught sight of Ama and Amana looking petrified.

"What's happening, why is the bell ringing?" Ama asked; her eyes wide with fear.

"The fleet's come home," I yelled back as I quickly stashed the telescope and grabbed my bow and quiver. "But they're not alone! It looks like the entire Empire is right behind them!"

With that, I sprinted out the door and down to the harbor. I saw several columns of smoke coming from somewhere out past the sea wall and knew that the battle had begun. It seemed to take forever to force my way through to the harbor and around to the wall. By the time I finally made it to the top I thought that I would drop dead at any second. My legs and lungs were on fire like they had never been before.

The parapet was complete pandemonium; people rushing this way and that, carrying weapons of every variety trying to find a place to defend. I could hear screams from out on the water. Thirty ships were completely engulfed in flames, mostly ours, but some of theirs as well. Three of our ships had been boarded and the crews were being slaughtered, and twenty-five ships were racing for the harbor with hell right on their heels.

As the first ship made it in under the Lumere a cheer went up through the harbor and from the wall. Anai had found me and we nocked arrows and waited for the enemy to get closer. I heard a clatter beside us and turned to see a group of guards going down the line of archers on the wall, dropping a large bag of arrows between every other person. Stooping down I grabbed two bundles from the bag and untied them; leaning them against the wall for Anai and myself.

The second ship made it in through the Lumere and another cheer went up. By now I was so scared that I was about ready to wet myself. I was trembling so hard that I could hardly handle the arrows. A third ship made it in and I stood up and prepared once more. The imperial ships were closing the gap fast but twenty-five ships managed to make it in. By about the twenty-third ship, the enemy had come into range. I took aim at the lead ship, drew and held. Finally a voice yelled, "shoot", and ten thousand arrows took flight. In my nervousness I held my arm wrong and the string took off a layer of skin or two on my forearm. The pain was enough to snap me out of my fear. I immediately grabbed another arrow, drew it to its full, aimed and released.

A few arrows started coming back; I heard a scream next to me and turned to see the man next to me staggering, an arrow in his eye. An arrow skipped off the wall right between Anai and me. I tried to keep my mind on what needed to be done. The men in the ships needed us if they were going to make it home. I reloaded, drew, aimed and released, again and again until I could hardly draw my bow anymore. As the last ship made it in under the arch, the trimarans turned and headed out of range. A triumphant shout went up from the wall. I turned to see the ships that had made it home and found that Ata's had been the last one in, and she was badly damaged.

The dreaded enemy had come once again to our very doorstep, and this time it looked as though they came for dinner. With a tremendous groan, the Lumere slowly swung shut once again.