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Jaclyn Part 2

Mom had left around two that Friday afternoon, she had keep reminding me to be a good girl. To which I replied each time “yes ma’am”. Before she walk out the door, mom turned and smiled “now Jaclyn dress nice for George, and remember be a lady”. I giggled, “yes ma’am”

Right after mom had left, I made a bee line for the bathroom and began to run bath water. George wasn’t going to be here for another four hours, and a girl had to get ready for her boyfriend.

I went into my room and stripped down, grabbing my pink satin robe, I caught a glimpse of my self in my mirror. My tiny breast had began to bud out, I would need a bra soon, maybe sooner than I thought. My hips had rounded, and my rear seemed to have gotten just little bit bigger. I slipped on my pink satin robe. And went off to the bathroom. Before I could make it into the tub my cell rang, I looked it was Mom.

“Hi mom”. I answered.

“Jaclyn just want to remind you that you need to take your pills tonight, before George gets there, otherwise you’ll forget”.

“Okay”, but then the thought had hit me about what I had seen in the mirror, “Mom remember when you told me not to hide anything from you?”

“Yes Jaclyn I do,” I paused, then said “How long have you been giving me these hormones?”

I heard a big sigh, “ Well Jaclyn your right, we don’t need to hid anything from each other, I have been giving them to you for the past year, you see I noticed the change in you, something told me that you weren’t comfortable being a boy, so I took matters in my own hands”.

“I wish you had told me back then Mom” I replied to her. “I know sweetie, but would you of been happy to know what I was thinking and doing”?

I gave in, I knew she was right, she always is, “you know you were right, I probably wouldn’t of been to happy about it all, but now”. Mom cut in< “but now your happy right”?

“Yes I am Mom, yes I am”. Mom giggled, “I knew it, now you have things to do around the house, before George gets there I’ll talk to you later”. Mom hung up.

I slipped into the warm water, the air was full of lavender scent, George like the smelt of lavender, I laid back, and relaxed, closing my eyes for how long I’m not sure, but when I woke up it was almost five and the water was cold. I jump out of the tub, and raced naked to my room.

The house phone was ringing, as I was doing my make up, I stop and went into moms room to get it.
“Hello”.

çekmeköy escort “Jack? Is that you”?

I recognized the caller it was Georges dad, “Yes its me”.

“Voice is changing I see, George wanted me to cal land let you know that he will be running late, and I was going to drop off the pizza’s he will bring the movies”

“ I could only stammer out, “okay”.

“Good see you then in about twenty minutes”, he hung up before I could say anything.

My heart was racing, what was his going to think, it had been almost year since I had seen him, and I’m sure he would notice a change. I was back into a corner, I went back to my room and finished applying my make up and doing my hair.

I slipped on a black satin panty girdle pair of black thigh highs, some jeans, and purple top, with match patten leather heels. I heard the knock on the door. I couldn’t do nothing but go and answer it.

I opened the door and there stood George’s dad holding two boxes of pizza. He stood there for a moment not saying a word, then he let it out “Jack is that you?”

I tried to force a smile, but couldn’t, “Yes sir it is”.

George’s dad smiled and walk past me, “gonna close the door jack, before the whole neighborhood see’s you”?

I had no choice I closed the door, and followed him into the living room. He had taken a seat on the couch, and had placed the pizza’s on the coffee table, and was leaning back.

“Well now jack aren’t you sight, no wonder George wanted off early, I thought something was up between you two boy’s and now I see why”.

“Look sir it’s not what you think” I got out. He just smiled at me, “Oh yes it is”.

“ I think your a cute young lady, and as such I believe you should act as such, now tell me what is your girl name”?

“Jaclyn, sir”. Again that smile he gave me, “Good I like it, now Jaclyn take spin and let see the view”. he ordered me.

I’m not sure why I did it, but I did do it, maybe it was the way he told me, but something inside me told not to worry, I would be seeing George later, what I didn’t know was this night George would never enter my mind again.

“Um you look great Jaclyn, now be a good girl and come sit beside me.” I went over to couch and took a seat next to him. He wasn’t a bad looking man for his age he seemed to have taken care of himself, his hair was slightly graying around the temples. çeşme escort He turned and smiled.

The phone rang, “Hello”.

“Hi Jaclyn hows it going”? It was mom, John sat there smiling. I knew that I had to tell mom, or I would get in trouble. “Uh Georges Dad is here” I said.

“Good let me talk to him” I handed him the phone. He sat there and just okay, several times, and handed me the phone back.

“I made this arrangement with John, he will be staying with you this weekend I will be back Sunday evening, and if I get a good report from him then I may let you start dating George, and then again you may want to dating at all, now be a good girl entertain your guest”. Mom hung up before I could say anything else.

“Well Jaclyn?”

“Mom told me your staying for the weekend, but you know that’s okay with me, she promised that , might be able to date George if I entertained you this weekend, I’m not sure what she means by that but I’ll do what it takes”. I replied.

John got up, “Good take me to your room, I want you to pick out some sexy lingerie for me, and then we’ll take it from there. I got up and he followed me. I went to my drawer, and opened it, John walked over and started looking. “um purple” he said as he pulled my panties out, “Now Jaclyn I want you match this up with a camisole, and nylons, you can keep the shoe’s, I’ll be right back”.

I heard the shower going, I knew then what he was going to do, was I excited, I think I was, instead of clumsy boy, I will have man, I was scared not knowing what to do, but before the night was over I would know what to do, John would make sure of that. I had changed, and sat on the side of my bed, John came into my room, he was naked, his body looked lean and strong. I felt weak. I took a look at his cock, omg it was so big, maybe six inch’s and he was even hard. He smiled, “You look sexy” he said as he sat beside me.

He didn’t say another word he put his arm around me, and pulled me down on the bed, rolling over he kissed me, it wasn’t a hard kiss, but a soft and gentle kiss, I gave in and let his tongue explore my mouth. He pulled back smiling “You like it baby?”

I gave a smile, and nodded yes, he kissed me again. I could feel his hand running up my side coming
to rest on my little buds of a breast, he caressed then gently, I could feel sparks shot through me, I surrendered even more.

I don’t know what came over me, I cihangir escort reached down and felt his cock, he was rock hard I felt my finger tips touch and I began stroking his manhood. I knew at this time I would never turn back or change. I moaned.

His hand had found my ass, and slipped into my panties, I felt him probe my virgin ass, I jump a bit, “easy baby, easy”. I relaxed, “Now stay easy girl this may hurt a bit but stay relaxed,” he said as I felt his finger tip enter my ass. It wasn’t to bad, once he got in, and began fingering me, it began to feel good. I keep stroking his cock wanting only to make him cum, but that night John had other plans for his sweet young virgin.

Another finger slipped in, then another in no time he had three fingers in, opening up my sweet ass I could feel his knuckles he pulled back. “You like it?” he ask as he keep finger fucking me, all’s I could get out was a moan. “guess you do”.

He got up with out moving his fingers. “Spread your legs Jaclyn dear”. I did as he said, my head back and eyes closed. I didn’t see what was next. John had pulled my panties aside. An slipped between my legs, he pulled out his fingers fast and before I had a chance to relax, I felt the head of his cock enter me. I stiffened up he leaned forward, my legs went up in the air. My eye’s wide open.

“Relax” he said as he kissed again. “I will be easy, but you have to relax Jaclyn or else it will hurt more than it does now”. I tried, as he slowly entered me. Once he got past my opening and further in me, I was able to relax. But there was still a hint of pain. I suppose every virgin feels like this the first time. I could feel his balls against my ass. And he began slow rhythmic pumping, He began to kiss my neck gently nibbling on it, the feeling of the kissing and nibbling and him making love to me was to much. I felt my tiny cock release, it felt so good my panties filled with my cum.

John pulled back, “so you do like it”, I had forgotten the pain in my ass, I smiled and gasp out “yes’ at the top of my lungs. John pick up his pace, I reach up and put my hands on his back and began to run my finger nails down him, he moaned “yes, baby” his pumping came faster, the more I did it.

“I’m cumming he moaned”, and that was the first time I felt his cum begin to fill my sweet virgin ass.
His pumping slowed, he finally pulled out of me and held my legs up. My asshole began to relax until I felt shut, keeping his cum deep inside me. “Lets get some pizza, this will be a long night I think”, he said. I smiled just losing my virginity “I hope so, I hope so.” my virgin ass was sore, but I knew that in no time this weekend the soreness would never come.

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My name is Shelly; I’m thirty-two years old and never married. For all practical purposes, I have worked at one place all my life. I started out as a clerk at a pretty good size company here in Dallas and now I am in purchasing. I was neither promiscuous nor adventurous and I’m sure that was taken by others to be dull. If I had to describe myself in one word it would be…curves. Not fat, because I’m five five and weigh a hundred and twenty. It’s just that all my features are round. There isn’t an angular part of my body. My hips are nice but come off my waist in a nice round fashion. My breasts are medium size and are like a naval orange. Nice medium spheres. Of course John likes them and prefers that I wear no bras. My butt cheeks are two perfect round balls. John says I’m “an ass man’s dream.” My face is really nice oblong shape with a nose that fits perfectly in with the rest of it. I keep my blonde hair long to my shoulders. I remained single having not finding a man that was intriguing, and sophasticated until John Malone.
I met John on a internet dating site, John wooed me by sending four dozen flowers to me at work. Then sent me an engraved invitation for dinner at a five star restaurant and a limo.

I went on two dates with John, and John suggested I quit my job and live with him. I hesitated then accepted the suggestion. Shelly never imagined meeting an international business magnet and being my live in lover enjoying the ultra rich lifestyle. A lifestyle uniquely defined by the individual who lives it. She never imagined having the money to acquire nearly any item or service desired, and having the immense freedom to select the finest things the world presents. This lifestyle has a down side that she is trying to accept which is my sexual prowess, and my sexual appetite. She is trying to understand the need for my extensive black book with names and numbers of beautiful women. She is trying to understand that she and the other five live-in lovers are not enough to satisfy my sexual demands, she is seeking to expand my live-in lovers by another five women. Along with me came a massive and significant change in her life. This may seem small but to her it was like a huge opening to rush through. She knew that she is at the point of using or losing. That is, using her body or losing me. I balked at her limited sexual experiences and she didn’t object to going further, either. I didn’t want children but Shelly did. We discussed it and Shelly decided to see a doctor and got the permanent birth control procedure Essure. It still took her two months before taking the plunge to having sex with me again. I had played with her before but after three attempts to penetrate her, she refused any further attempts for sex.

That meant that I had my hands on her every chance I got and I spent buca escort a lot of time with her nipples in my mouth. Shelly responded to my touches but resisted sexual intercourse, she can’t recall the times she went home soaking wet and letting her fingers do the cleanup. As for me, she could bring me off with her hand in the blink of an eye and did on almost every date. Later I jokingly accused her of literally being afraid of my monster cock inside her. Shelly admitted to me, she feared intercourse and her fear dominated her mind to the point that she refused even to let me touch her pussy. She went to the gynacologist who confirmed that she had a very tight vagina which is why she feels pain when the penis touched the outside part of the vagina, that was the real reason Shelly remained single, not in a relationship and limited dating for thirty two years. Her first intercourse in her late twenties was so painful, she refused to have sex. Then when I tried to have intercourse with her and failed to penetrate her, her fear was back. When she got herself the permanent birth control procedure, she begin to think about trying intercourse again. but I was already starting to shake. Shelly had bought a simple and very inexpensive negligee, pure white and totally transparent. She still had it in mind that this is, for all practical purposes, going to be her wedding night. When she put it on she looked at herself in the mirror for at least the tenth time since she had bought it. Nothing had changed but her confidence. What if I didn’t like it? What if I didn’t like her! She had brought along a nice but thin bed cover, too. She wanted to make sure there were no tell-tell signs for anyone to see.

Gingerly, she opened the door and walked out. My mouth fell open and the silence is dreadful! Finally, I tried to speak. It didn’t work well for me. I’m stuttering. ” O-o-o-o-h-h-h, m-y-y-y-y, G-o-o-d-d-d,” I whispered. Shelly just turned and walked back into the bedroom. I approached her very slowly, as if I was stalking her. I thought it isn’t for real. I lifted her top off slowly, snaking my hands down the sides of her body, slipping my fingers beneath the fabric. ” Your skin is so soft,” I murmured against her throat. I lifted the cloth up to the bottom of her breasts and kissed them tenderly. She sighs heavily when I run my tongue on the underside of the soft, sensitive skin as I lifted her top further up. I lifted it up and off, tossing it to the floor then lowered her down to the cover and kissed her, pressing my bare hairy chest against her. The warm flesh-on-flesh contact is incredible and gives her chills all over. I ran my hands over her breasts and stroked her nipples. My lips made their way from her mouth down to the open space in the center of her chest, my tongue passing over çağlayan escort to her right nipple, circling it delicately. Shelly whimpers as I put my entire mouth over it, sucking. As she begins writhing beneath me, I stop and switch to the other side. She threw her arms around my neck and held me close to her. My hands gently cup her breasts, my left hand fondling her nipple. As her hardened tip slips from my mouth I kiss her abdomen and then her navel. My tongue plays with her soft flesh, exciting her further as she squirms with pleasure. I lick the area above the elastic of her panties and she gasps. ” Are you sure?” I’m giving her an out. Shelly only nodded. Words seem out of place. I place my fingers in the top of her panties and gently peel them from her body, discarding them on the floor. My hands run up and down her body as my breathing became labored. ” You’re so silky,” I remarked. ” You don’t like it?” She asked.

Shelly whimpers ” John, how do you know such things? Are you…do you know…Who are you John?” I laugh a deep laugh. I open tube quickly and pour some gel over my cock. Grabbing Shelly’s her hips I position her on all fours in front of me. ” Now baby, now comes being mounted like a bitch in heat.” With my hands I force her legs apart–she hadn’t realized that she had closed them–pointing my huge cock at her. She looks over her shoulder noticing a big glob of precum already at the eye of my cock. I lean forward resting my chest on her back, I reach down between us positioning my cock at her slit. I wrap my arms around her grabbing her breasts for leverage. I push, she pushes back. She feels the tissues of her pelvis caving in. I keep pushing and she knew I would soon be buried deep inside her. She didn’t see how I can ever make it and the pain is intense. She screams, as my big cock moves a little. The tip clears her opening, her cunt lips spreading to the side, the pressure increasing as my thick shaft slips in slowly. Her vagina is resisting me, fighting me as an intruder, but she is trying to relax. I’m still pushing hard, bearing down, slowly moving further inside by fractions of an inch. She feels herself stretching and stretching, then staying stretched to the limit as my tree trunk pushes into her.

Shelly broke out in a sweat. She had never imagined feeling so filled in her life. Finally, I pause. ” That was hard,” she whispers. ” Yes. Now I do the rest.” I start pushing again. Shelly screams, with the sudden force of my rapid thrusting hips pushing the thick shaft deeper into her. ” Oh my god,” she screams. Her eyes wide, she is gasping for a breath, she feels like she is being torn apart by my massive cock. The searing pain rushing through her like a tidal wave, the feeling of being impaled on my shaft slowly turns the pain into çankaya escort pleasure, she has never experienced. My thrusts are hard, fast and deep, the massive cock is moving forward for what seems like an eternity. She feels a fullness in her. Then I hit bottom. She thought, that is as far as I can go. Not so, to her horror she feels me hitting her cervix and feels her cunt expanding until it feels like there is nothing left in her pelvis but my monster cock.

The first thing that flashes through her thoughts is how hot my cock is, then she feels my seeping hot cum entering the depths of her. As I continue to fuck her with force, the pain turns to intense pleasure, and she drifts into the world of pure lust. She never knew such pleasure existed, and she found herself pushing back against my cock. No longer aware of the things around her, her beautiful face is marred again with pain, and tears trickling down her cheeks. The pressure of my cum filling her became over whelming. The mere thought of her cum mixing with mine brought on her orgasm. I made an effort to pull back, but my effort tugged her body toward me. The pressure of my girth against the inside opening of her pussy is now very painful, but at the same time she drew pleasure from it. Now she feels she has become a woman and one with me, and I’m in complete control, and she is my bitch who has to endure whatever I demand. Shelly became submissive, and did not move. I stood with my thick cock holding her in place. She lowered her head down on her arms and closed her eyes in an effort to gather her thoughts and to calm her body from the intense fucking I’m giving her.

Her pussy feeling numb, bruised and sore, constant dull pain pulsating through her. No idea when my thick cock will go down, she remains still and thought about her ordeal with me. My cock and cum is hotter than she every thought it would be, her experience has been like a roller coaster. Rising with intense pain, dropping to pure pleasure then rising to searing pain. My thrusts are faster and harder then she imagined they would be. She is overwhelmed with massive orgasms; as her whole world has exploded. Shelly has lost track of time, and with one brutal lunge by me, my cock slips from her, and the sudden gush of my cum mixed with blood rushing from her pussy and down her thighs. The sudden rip of pain from the thick cock brought a scream from her. She never imagined how good being taken by a older man would be, losing her virginity and being fucked hard, brought her to being a complete woman. when my finger found and begin to tease and pinch her nipples, Shelly again found herself adrift in a sea of all consuming pleasure. Then I shoved myself back into her bruised sore cunt. Shellly screamed then she came over and over til finally beginning to come down when she feels the wash of my cum splashing against her sugar walls. It is so hot and feels so good she lost her self again to the waves of pleasure that I so enjoyed bringing her. She screamed out my name, and we both knew she is now mine.

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Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter One

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As the sun crept into the smallest bedroom in the house at # 4 Privet Drive, Harry Potter fought the urge to wake up. Harry was having a nice pleasant dream. He dreamt that he was sitting on the shore of the ocean with his feet in the cool water, while reading a book about lighthouses. Two odd things about the dream stood out for Harry. The first was that he couldn’t place where he was in the dream, but it was somewhere between two hills with high peaks. And the second odd thing was that he could clearly smell the book he was reading but couldn’t smell the ocean; the book had an enticing musky odor to it. It was an curious dream, but Harry liked it because the horrors of his past weren’t revisiting him like they usually did during his normal dreams. The young wizard wanted to stay in this 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 bayrampaşa escort 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 beykoz escort 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 beyşehir escort 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.”

To be continued!

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Chapter 9. Fun with Christy, Jen, and Cindy.

The following Monday after a very interesting weekend with Jeremy, Jo and Jo’s slave, we returned to work refreshed. We had taken Sunday off from sex completely. We needed to recharge our batteries.

While relaxing on Sunday I had come up with some ideas. I put some clothespins into my briefcase, along with some of my wife’s toys. I also remembered seeing a set of kneeling punishment stocks at an antique store a few miles down the road. I left work at about 9:30am on Monday to run down and see if the store still had them. They did, so I bought them and brought them back to the school with me. They were in a large box, so nobody could see what they were. I retrieved a dolly and rolled them into my office and into the closet. I unboxed them, but left them there.

I had my assistant send notes to Christy, Jen, and Cindy for them to report at 4pm to the Headmaster’s office.

My wife came in about 11:30am and asked if we were going to check out the restrooms today. I said that I was going to save myself for the slaves coming to see me at 4pm. She smiled. Well, I’ll let you have your fun without me today. I think I’ll just catch up on some work and see you at home later. She left and I thought more about what my plan was.

At 4pm, the three girls appeared together at my door. I asked them in and told them to close the door. I then told them all to assume the position. They all lined up in front of my desk, leaned over, pulled up their skirts, and put their hands on the desk. Three perfect young asses stared at me. But not just three asses, also three pussies were peeking between the legs as all three had gone without underwear. I could also see that Jen and Cindy had the two butt plugs.

I told them to stay put and I went over to my closet and pulled out the stocks. They were pretty low and required the supplicant to kneel and lean forward to put their hands in the stocks. I looked at the three girls and then at the stocks. Who would be first? Cindy. She was still uninitiated into our circle.

“Cindy” I said. “You have not been properly punished by the Master and initiated into this little group. I want you to come here and get into the stocks.”

All three girls got up and Cindy looked a little uncertain at the stocks, but Christy gave her a little shove so Cindy started walking toward the stocks. She wasn’t sure she wanted to do this. I think she was just thought we had group sex. She looked like she was going to chicken out, so I said to the others “Help her into the stocks.”

“Yes, Master” they said in unison. And they grabbed Cindy tightly and led her to the stocks. Cindy didn’t fight too much, but was a little uncooperative, so Christy smacked her on the ass once and they managed to get her there. They forced her to kneel and put her hands into place, and then I lowered the top of the stocks and put the pin in place. Unfortunately, she still had her clothes on. I forgot about that, so I went to my desk and got my scissors. At first, there was a little alarm in all their eyes. I got to Cindy, lifted up the back of her shirt and started cutting. I cut it all the way up the middle and across the shoulders so that I could get it all off. Then I cut all the straps on her bra and took it off. I loved her large tits, so I grabbed them and pinched them. She jerked. I then just pulled up her skirt because it was not going to be in the way.

I pointed to her ass and said, “Jen, remove her butt plug. Christy, get the bag on my desk.”

Jen reached up and slowly removed the butt plug. While there, she quickly stroked Cindy’s pussy and ass. Cindy jerked and moaned.

Christy came back with the bag of goodies that I had brought. I pulled out the clothespins. Both Jen and Christy stared at them. Cindy couldn’t see them, but she would soon see them.

“Cindy,” I said, “You are going to be punished for putting yourself into a situation that was none of your business. I’m going to make sure that you remember this, got it?”

“Yes, Master, I understand.”

I took out some of the clothespins and went to her tits first. When she saw them her eyes went wide. I pulled and pinched on a nipple and pinned it. She went “Ouch!” and starting jerking. I did the same thing to her arnavutköy escort second tit. She looked lovely with the clothespins hanging from those big jugs.

Now I moved behind. She couldn’t see very well, but she was craning anyway to try to catch a glimpse of what I was going to do. I told Christy and Jen. “Hold her pussy lips open.”

They did as told and I put a pin on each side of her pussy lips holding them open slightly and pinching the flesh. I decided that that wasn’t enough so I put three more on each side. She now had 8 clothespins, 4 on each side of her pussy. Each time I did it, she jerked and moaned.

I stepped back and looked. It was something I always wanted to do.

I took off my clothes and stood behind her. Christy and Jen were kneeling on either side of her ass.

“Suck my cock and get it wet, both of you” I ordered them.

They slid forward and together started working on my cock. It was pretty hard in a couple of seconds, but I loved standing there watching two young things worshipping my dick. I pushed them away a little and said, “Open her ass.”

Now Cindy jumped. She had obviously never been fucked there and I was going to do it without lubrication. I just moved my dick forward and aimed it at her asshole. Christy and Jen were holding her cheeks apart.

“Please, I have never done anal” Cindy pleaded. “Please, Master”.

I slapped her ass hard and said “Shut up, cum slut. You won’t be able to say that after today. I’m taking that ass cherry right now.”

She continued pleading so I slapped her on the ass again really hard. Once on each cheek. “Shut up, you cunt!” I spat at her. “You wanted some sex, so here is some sex.” And I put my dick against her asshole. She was just whimpering now. Christy and Jen were staring at my dick and her ass. I pushed it hard and it started to go in, but it was very tight with her fighting it. I pulled back and stuck it out at Christy, who wet it very thoroughly again. Then I put it back there and pushed hard. My dick popped in and went in about three inches.

“Ooooowwwww!” came from Cindy.

I started a rhythm and knew this wouldn’t last long. I had never been this forceful and the combination of that and the very tight ass meant it would be quick.

“Pull the clothespins off her pussy, Cindy. Jen, get down there and lick her pussy and my balls.”

The other two did as they were told and with each tug of a clothespin, Cindy jerked. I could tell when they had removed them all because suddenly there was a licking on my balls and Cindy started moaning more as her pussy and clit were licked. I picked up the pace and was slamming into her now. She was moaning like crazy. I finally got ready to cum, but instead of inside her ass, I wanted to cum all over her ass and back. I pulled out and started to cum. I jerked it hard and my first few spurts were up to her shoulder blades and then the rest on her ass. I stood up straight and ordered Christy and Jen to lick up the cum. They did.

“Have you cum yet, Cindy?” I asked her.

“Nooo, Master” she said quietly and with a little whimper.

“Good. I want you to think about trying to get in the middle of something you don’t know about. You can cum only when I tell you.”

To the others I said “Jen, put on the strap on and lay down just in front of Cindy. Christy, mount the strap on. You are going to get filled up now.”

Jen put on the strap on and lay on the floor a couple of feet in front of Cindy.

“Christy, get on board the strap on.” She did.

“Now bend over and get ready to be double-fucked. She looked at me, smiled, and said, “Something I’ve always wanted to try, Master.”

She was impaled pretty good on the strap on. I lubed up her ass and my dick and scooted forward to where her asshole was calling me. I lined it up and started to push it in. I looked at Cindy. She was staring and watching intently. There were still a couple of tears on her chin.

“Isn’t this what you really want Cindy?” I asked her.

“Yes, Master.” She murmured.

I was a little stunned. She had just had her first ass-fucking and it was dry and forced and I’m sure she was sore. But she claimed she wanted to be double-fucked.

I started sliding atakent escort my dick into Christy. She moaned, a lot. It was very tight and hard to get in there with the large strap on dick in her pussy taking up so much room. She leaned forward a little more to where her tits and Jen’s were mashed together. I pushed and was finally able to pop the head in. The rest went in easier. I looked at the two of them and Christy rose up a little and mashed Jen’s tits with her hands. Jen had her hands on Christy’s hips and mine were over the top of them. I was straddling both of them. I looked over at Cindy. She was completely enraptured by what she was seeing her two 18 year old classmates do to an older man.

I kept up a little rhythm and this caused Christy to slide forward so that the strap on came out a little when I pushed in and then it would go back in when I pulled back and out. She was getting an alternating fucking. I was amazed at where I was a couple of weeks ago compared to now. I wanted to fuck this young thing for hours. But I knew that I couldn’t last forever and I had further plans for Cindy. I was fucking Christy for about 5 minutes when she cried out and came. She was really having a good one and it lasted for a while. Jen was staring at Christy, watching every move on her face while she orgasmed. She seemed as interested as I was in that.

I was getting close myself, so I pulled out and turned to Cindy. “Suck my cock clean and swallow Master’s cum you cum slut.” I expected her to hesitate, but she immediately opened her mouth and started sucking for all she was worth. Obviously, she had done this before. Maybe not straight from another woman’s ass, but she could suck with the best of them. I held her head and fucked her face for a couple of minutes and then told her “Master is going to cum. Make sure you don’t spill any of Master’s wonderful seed.” All she could answer with was “Mmff.

I finally came with a big shudder and spurt down her throat. She really started sucking and swallowing hard to make sure she got it all. I gave her several big squirts and then relaxed and let her keep sucking to get it all. She did a very good job.

I looked back at Jen and Christy, and Christy was absent-mindedly rocking lightly on the strap on and rubbing Jen’s tits, but both of them were watching Cindy closely.

“Very good, Cindy” Christy said. “Maybe you do belong in this group.”

“Christy, get off Jen and stand up in front of Cindy. Jen, get behind Cindy with that strap on.”

They complied and Cindy looked a little scared again, afraid I was going to have Jen ass fuck her. But I had decided once was enough for Cindy.

“Christy,” I ordered. “Turn around and bend over the stock that is holding Cindy’s hands. Cindy, I want you to eat Christy’s pussy and ass until she comes. As soon as she comes, Jen will fuck you and you will be allowed to cum.”

Christy backed up and bent over the stock. I watched Cindy lick Christy’s ass where my dick had just been and then work her way down across her pussy to her clit. She was doing a pretty good job and Christy was having a hard time holding still. I watched for a couple of minutes and decided that she was doing a good job and that Christy would be cumming soon. Jen was kneeling behind Cindy watching. I decided that that wasn’t good enough. I wanted to fuck her, too.

“Cindy”, I said to her. “Take your mouth off Christy and suck my dick back to life.”

She turned and sucked my dick. With all the young tits, ass, and pussy around, and the smell of sex being so strong, I was already getting hard again. She had me hard in a couple of minutes.

“Okay, stop. Now what do you want Cindy?”

“I want to cum.” She said.

I slapped her on the ass hard. “What did you say?”

“Master, may I please cum?” she corrected.

“Soon, my baby, you can cum… soon.”

I pointed her back to Christy’s ass, who was looking a little disappointed that Cindy’s tongue had been absconded. I smiled at her and winked. Cindy went back to work on Christy. I bent over and yanked the last clothespin off her right nipple. “Mmmmff” she went with her tongue buried in Christy’s ass. She was doing well. The left one had fallen off, but the right one had left bostancı escort her nipple very sensitive. It was red and swollen and I stroked it. She squirmed and moaned. I then got on my knees and stuck my head under her and sucked it in strongly. She broke free from Christy and said “Oh, my god!”

I was ready now. I went back behind her to where Jen was dejectedly kneeling. She was feeling a little neglected. I looked down and could see that Cindy was very turned on. Her pussy lips were very red and she was leaking fluid all down her legs. Jen smiled and pointed the strap on at Cindy. I shook my head no. Again she looked disappointed.

But she perked up when I went behind her and told her to bend over. I had the lube in my hand and was lubing my dick. It was also leaking pre-cum and hard as a rock. She bent over and I looked at her delicious tiny ass. She still had the butt plug in. I pushed her forward a little and took hold of it. I twisted. She moaned. I then slowly slid it out and looked at that opening. I looked up at Cindy and Christy. Christy was enjoying it, but didn’t seem to be cumming yet. I squatted a little and put my dick easily into Jen’s ass. She moaned loudly. I told her to see how Cindy was doing with her tongue. She leaned over and licked Cindy once from her clit to her ass. Cindy yelped and quivered. She was so turned on that she was starting to shake. I then told Jen that she needed to be able to fuck Cindy while I fucked her ass. She raised up a little with my dick in her ass and scooted forward keeping me in her ass. She laid the strap on dildo on Cindy so that it was in nestled in her ass crack pointing up in the air. Cindy scooted back and moaned loudly. Christy was getting pretty close to cumming. She was squirming under Cindy’s tongue that was now probing her ass and she was rubbing her clit for all she was worth. I was slowly ass fucking Jen, and Jen was waiting for the moment to fuck Cindy. Cindy was visibly close without any touching from the way her body was now quivering. Then Christy went off like a shot. She yelled and shook and kept saying “Eat my ass, eat my ass”.

She finally collapsed on the floor and Cindy yelled “Please may I cum, Master!!!”

“Yes, you may cum. Jen, stick that fake cock in her pussy.”

Jen waited for me to be on an out stroke and lined her “dick” up with Cindy’s pussy. When I pushed hard into her ass, she let my momentum force the dick into Cindy. “Ooooohhhh!’ cried Cindy. As soon as it reached bottom, she came… in buckets. She started shaking and moaning. Her whole body was racked with spasms and she kept jerking and jerking. She was putting out so much cum from her pussy that there was a puddle on the floor. We had stopped to watch this, but now I started fucking Jen’s ass in earnest. The fake dick was pounding in Cindy who was almost delirious. Her cunt and clit were so sensitive after that long orgasm that she was cumming again. I motioned Christy over and told her to lick my ass. As soon as Christy made contact with my ass while I was fucking Jen’s ass, I came, too. I jerked and jerked and came more buckets in Jen’s ass. I removed my sensitive dick from her ass and she had stopped fucking Cindy. She pulled out and as soon as she did, Christy pushed her over and started eating her ass and my spunk out of it. She put two fingers into Jen’s pussy, licked her ass like crazy and Jen, too, came buckets. She completely soaked Christy’s face.

“Oh, god. That was fantastic Christy” she said as she collapsed to the floor.

“You bet it was” said Christy. She then moved over and cleaned up my dick. I was exhausted. But I had to get Cindy out of the stocks. I went over and opened the stocks and lifted her up. She could barely move. I lay her on the floor and she worked to catch her breath. We were all still naked.

Finally, she looked up at me and said, “Master, that was the greatest thing I have ever had happen to me in my life.”

I just smiled and patted her fine little ass.

“Okay, girls, let’s get this place picked up.” I said.

We put everything away and I expected them to leave, but they waited for a few minutes.

“What?” I asked.

Christy, always the outgoing one, spoke for them. “Master, you have to pick two of us and put the butt plugs back in before we leave. And we need another plug for the other girl.”

I smiled. This was too much fun. I put the plugs in Christy and Jen, figuring Cindy might be a little sore, but she still looked disappointed.

Chapter 10. The Sub Club.

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Melyssa has been living in my guest house for three months and she is eternally grateful for the fact that I had given her a place to live after she fled from her husband. It is an excellent place for her to hide in as it is an rural area where no one will be able to find her. My ranch is a working ranch with 10,000 acres and Melyssa helped with the chores. I ask very little of her but occasionally I said that it is time for us to make our relationship a more committed one. Melyssa agreed wholeheartedly as she has become attracted to me wishing for more from me. When Melyssa told me this I said that for her to realize the depth of our commitment it will be necessary for her to have a commitment night. Committing to accommidating my sexual appiette.

For the ceremony I had bought her a two piece outfit. It is made of strong denim and the top has loose long sleeves and is form fitting to the hips with a zipper up the front. It fitted her to a ‘T’. The bottom of the outfit is a long wrap-around skirt of the same material. She had done up her hair and applied just enough make-up to enhance her good looks. I’m entranced with how beautiful she looked and I took many pictures of her from all different angles. As I jokingly said ‘these are your before pictures.’ I then gave her to two of my body guards to take her into a building near the barn where the ceremony is to take place. Two of the men took her by the arms escorting her into the building and to a low padded bench which is a foot high. Melyssa begins to feel uncertain about what is happening but they assured her that it is all a part of the ceremony. Thinking that I would not allow anyone to really hurt her she went along with them and sat on the bench as directed. Suddenly they had fastened her wrists to the sides of the bench and bent her legs up and fastened her ankles to restraints. They shoved her down until her ass is at the end of the bench and as her ankles are restrained her knees were up in the air. They spread her legs apart and instructed her to stay that way for the ceremony.

They bahçelievler escort motioned for me. Melyssa is crying in shame for me to see her in such a position. I came over to her and kissed her on the lips and whispered this is the commitment ceremony and if she want to be my woman, she would go along with it. The ceremony is to make her totally broken of her feelings of pride and from today on her only purpose is to be my woman. Then I undressed standing behind her, I started rubbing her pussy then sliding up to her ass crack. I kneel down licking her and in spite of her embarrassment she found it stimulating. Then I raise up guiding my cock to the entrance of her pussy. I lean over her wrapping my arms around her chest grabbing her breasts and start pushing. Melyssa has seen my cock before when I was getting dressed, she knows it is long and thick. Melyssa screams as I push my large cock head into her tight pussy, she thought that she would be torn. Her screams did no good and soon she is filled with pain as my invading went deeper with each stroke, she has never experienced a cock so long and thick.

As I continued thrusting in and out, a gag was placed in her mouth. There is nothing she can do, the pain is turning to pleasure and her body is responding to my cock which is buried deep in her. I’m buried all the way in and she feels my cock stretching her. It is an exquisite pain and pleasure all mixed into one and she has an earth shattering climax as I send load after load into her in one steady stream of hot lava. My knot at the base of my cock has locked us together. The feeling of fullness keeps her at the peak and she climaxes again and again. After about 20 minutes I pull out of her and she feels a great emptiness. Her restraints are removed and I handed her a robe, I steadied her as she stood up. Bloody white cum is running down her legs. We go back to the house, Melyssa goes to take a long soothing hot bath.

Later I come into her room and watch her sleeping. Gently I move her arms over bakırköy escort her head, tying them to the headboard with my belt and I wrap the silk belt from her dressing gown over her eyes blindfolding her. Slowly I pull the sheets down over her body finding her naked and wet. As Melyssa starts to stir I move down her body, tracing my fingers over her breasts, her stomach and thighs. I spread her legs then position myself between them gently licking her pussy until she wakes up. Melyssa holds still for a moment, thinking she is still in the middle of a dream, before realizing she is awake and starts to struggle. Unable to see, and with her arms tied over her head she panics kicking out her legs. I grab her ankles pushing them toward her bound wrists, tying one to them and the other to the other side of the headboard.

I move back to her cunt, lapping at her now spread lips and sucking on her exposed clit. Melyssa bucks against me, crying out as she cum, I hold her down and keep sucking, pushing two thick hard fingers into her, making the orgasm stretch out until she feels faint and weak. She hears me laugh and say I want to see if I can make her squirt before she feels my breath on her pussy again, my tongue snakes inside her, kissing her there as if it were her mouth. I move further up nipping along the lips with my teeth. I clamp my teeth around her clit, my tongue licking roughly over it, three fingers now inside her fucking her rough and hard. Melyssa bucks her hips against me screaming as she cum over and over, begging me to stop, the orgasms now nearly painful on her over sensitive clit.

Melyssa is a limp rag doll moaning on the bed as I untie her legs, climbing up to kneel over her face, pushing my cock between her lips. She licks and sucks at me hungrily as I stroke myself before grabbing the back of her head and giving her it all, fucking her mouth as hard as I would her cunt. Melyssa is choking and gagging, which turns me on more, I fill her mouth with my cum, and she swallows as much as she can, I başakşehir escort scoop up the rest off her face and feed it to her. I move back between her legs pushing a finger into her, then another, then another stretching and twisting inside her as she bucks and moans against me. My other hand goes to her ass and another finger goes there, fucking both her holes with my fingers until she is thrashing against the bed, pulling at my belt, trying to free her arms so she can touch me.

I remove my fingers, leaving her hanging on the edge of cumming, flipping her over onto her stomach. I put her over my knee, spreading her legs, and begin to spank her hard and fast, every so often plunging my fingers back into her cunt or flicking at her clit, enjoying her moans and keeping her constantly close to orgasm. When her ass is red and sore my cock is rock hard again. I flip her over and kneel between her legs picking her up by the hips and slamming the full length of my cock into her in one thrust. I hold her on the edge for so long she cum immediately, her back arching towards me offering her tits to me. I continue to slam into her hard, occasionally leaning over to bite and suck at her throat and nipples. Melyssa is screaming constantly so I bend and kiss her, my tongue fucking her mouth as hard as my cock did. She bites down on my lip hard, I pull away and free her arms, lifting her so she can wrap them around my shoulders as I slam into her hard and deep.

Her teeth set into my shoulder biting down hard as her nails dig into my back, I’m slamming into her as hard as I can from this position but it’s not hard enough. I drag her off the bed and bend her over the dresser before slamming back into her hot, wet cunt. I hold onto her hips, slamming into her so hard it hurts before filling her full of my cum. I hold her there for a moment before moving round to her head and making her lick me clean. ” Melyssa, you are now my bitch. Soon I will fuck your ass.” I said.

Melyssa never neglects me as I’m the reason for all her pleasure. Each day if I permit her she lovingly sucks my balls and my cock until I’m ready to come and then she quickly mounts me and has me empty deeply into her. She willingly does everything I want as often as I want. Some days if she is lucky I will fuck her five and six times.

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It was a Friday night, I was thinking about my Daughter-in-law Laura. Laura called me crying. I told her to come to see me in the morning. The next morning I awoke to Laura sitting on the side of the bed with her hand rubbing my cock and smiling, when she saw I was awake she let go of my cock and said breakfast is ready. I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me placing her hand back on my cock as I ran my hand up her shorts where I discovered she didn’t have any panties on. I used the opportunity to rub her pussy as I held her hand and moved it up and down on my cock. She gave a moan ” oooh ” and a shudder and pulled away from both my hand and cock, smiling as she left the room.

Upon my arrival in the kitchen I noticed that Laura had changed shorts because I’m sure that the others were wet from her juices. I gave Laura a kiss and squeezed her ass which brought a smile to her face. After breakfast Laura showed me the divorce papers that weredelivered to her. The papers indicated that she would not recieve any money. I told her not to worry that I would deal with my son. Laura asked if she could move to Pheonix to find a job and start new. I told her I would help her move into one of my houses and she could work at one of my TV stations.

I was heading for the kitchen when Laura came out of the bathroom wrapped in just a towel. She asked where I was going and I told her to get a glass of ice tea, she said she would get it for me. Still wrapped in the towel she sat a glass on the table and I reached up and pulled the towel off her body, I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me as we go to the bedroom. Laura’s pussy lips were swollen and I found her pussy very sexy, raw, wet and hot. I glanced down at her. I could see in her eyes the wanting. Her eyes were begging me to eat her pussy and hoping I wasn’t just teasing her. I move toward her, she gasped for breath in anticipation.

Moaning into my mouth as her body is pressed back into the bed. My hands pinning hers above her head as I kiss her hard and deep. Whimpering as my tongue thrusts into her mouth again and again, my teeth bruising her lips. I growl into her lips as my hands slide down her arms. She shivers and open her eyes to see me watching her intently… my eyes dark and demanding. One hand wraps around the back of her head, tangling in her long hair as I wrap it around my fist. I pull her head back slowly while my other hand slides down her body. Rough fingers caress her shoulder, her neck. I lower my head and graze my teeth over the line of her neck as my hand slides lower.

She gasps ” AAAH!” as I palm her breast and bite gently on her neck. ” Mmmmm God I love the feel of you over my body like this.” She strokes her fingers through my hair raking her nails lightly over my bare shoulders to grip my upper arms. She reachs up and tugs my head back up to her mouth, groaning ” oooh..oooh ” in excitement as I respond by crushing her with a kiss, my hands tightening on her body. ” I love that baby, I love the feel of you holding me tight like you are afraid I might try to escape.” She whispers.

She nips at my bottom lip and I growl ” uuuh..uuuh ” deep in my chest… a promise, a warning. That sound that makes her heart race and her body tremble. My hand slides lower, slowly, deliberately. I want her to know exactly what I have planned for her as I slide it over her stomach and push it between her thighs. My hand gripping the inside of her thigh and forcing her legs open. ” God I am so wet baby.” She knows what is coming next. She can barely breath for wanting that first touch so much. ” Mmmmmm…
Mmmmmm.” I part her thighs and bite her shoulder a bit roughly, making her arch into my hand. I slide my mouth over her skin and suck her nipple into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth.

She cries out ” OMG..OOOOH,” then looks down to see me sucking on her nipple watching my face intently. As she looks at me, my eyes narrow and I slowly slide one thick strong finger between her wet pussy lips. She is so wet, I make a satisfied rumbling noise around the breast in my mouth and thrust my finger harder, deeper into her pussy. Her hands grip my arms digging her nails into them. My hand tightens in her hair, drawing her head back as I slowly slide my fingers between her lips, circling the opening of her pussy, pressing slightly, but not letting her have more. She parts her legs further, whimpering my name, begging, pleading, ” John please, please…” She starts to hump her pussy against my hand. I know what she wants, so I raise my head and look her directly in the eyes while I slide my finger in deeper.

” Oh god baby that feels so good,” She moans low in her throat almost a growl. I press harder then pull out and penetrate her again harder and rougher. She bites her lower lip and hangs on to me… THis is what she wants. My mouth clamps down on her other breast, sucking hard, demanding more as my finger fucks her slowly and deeply. She is drenching my hand and whimpering beneath me. ” ooooh..ooooh..ooooh..aaaah..aaaah.”
She bites and her pussy tightens on my finger making me grin evilly. I slide up and griping the back of her head in my big hand turning her for a hard kiss. I suck and bite on her lips as she begs me for more. ” Oh God, John..Please..Please..Fuck me..Fuck me now.”
I keep fingering her while I fuck her mouth with my tongue.

” Mmmmmmm god that is so good.” She moans. I know she likes having her mouth and pussy taken at the same time. It makes her want more and she slides my finger out as she whimpers. ” oh God, yyyeees..yyyeees..fuck me.” Then I press two fingers into her, spreading her tight pussy wider. She is bucking beneath me, she likes that so much. ” God baby you know how wet I am right now.” She moans. I deepen the kiss, so much she can barely breath and I push my fingers deeper enjoying her small whimper. She tenses because I’m getting rough and the pain almost overwhelms the pleasure. Her pussy drenches me, and she thrusts ataşehir escort her pussy back on my hand.

Her nails are digging into my arms as you say ” Mmmmm such a good girl. You like that don’t you baby, you like getting taking rough and deep?” I smile as Laura whimpers ” Yes!” Then she hears me say ” I know you like it rough baby. Mmmm such a good little fuck. I am going to enjoy every inch of you.” I thrust my fingers harder once, twice, before pulling out suddenly. Laura thrashs beneath me and I tell her ” Look at me!” My hands tightening in her hair forcing her face to mine. ” Open your eyes Laura and look at me!”
Laura opens her eyes slowly and gaze up at me… I look at her, her lips red and wet from my kiss, her eyes wide and pleading. I slide two wet fingers in her mouth. She moans around them and lets me watch her suck on them. I growl deep ” grrr..grrr ” and lean in closer my lips brushing her ear.

” That’s so fucking hot, you sucking my fingers like that. I am going to find out just how much you can take baby.” I hold her head… her lips inches away from my lips and stare intently at her as my hand pushes between her legs again. She gazes into my eyes and gasps as she feels me pushing… pushing. My hand tightens on her hair holding her as I push into her pussy. I grumble low in my chest ” Give it to me Laura.” She moans ” oooh..
oooh..aaah ” and part her legs wider….I take that as an invitation and force my three fingers in stretching her. She is soooo wet and sooo tight. She gasps, forget to breath, then cries out beneath me. ” OMG..AAAAH..AAAAH..AAAAH.” Opening her eyes, she sees me watching my fingers pushing into her. Mmmm that gets her so horny.

I hear her groan ” oooh..oooh..aaah ” and I turn to stare at her face. Leaning down I thrust hard, oh god so hard, almost lifting her hips off the bed. She buries her face in the side of my neck as I slide up and whisper roughly in her ear ” I am going to fuck you so hard, Laura. I am going to make you pay for being unavailable lately.” I’m finger fucking her roughly, my three fingers thrusting as deep as I can while I hold her down by her hair. She whimpers and starts to beg me ” oooh..oooh..oooh..please..please..john..I want you deep inside me.” as I keep thrusting over and over… She is imagining how it is going to feel when my big hard cock is inside her. God I want you all the way inside me.

” Baby, please, please TAKE me. I need you to fuck me please…. Oh GOD.” Biting my shoulder, nails running down my back, begging me with her lips, her words, her body. Her pussy is milking my fingers and I smile. I know she wants it so bad. ” John, pleaseeeeee!” Again and again I’m fingering her rough and hard… getting her ready. ” You want it Laura? Tell me…” ” OH GOD YES, John please! I want you, I want you to fuck me please!” She is struggling beneath me trying to pull my hand up so she can have what she wants. I growl ” gggrrr..gggrrr ” and pull my fingers free.

She cries out in protest ” OH GOD, JOHN..DON’T STOP ” as I flip her over on her stomach. I pin her down and lift her hips to get her right where I want her. My hands are tight on her hips, finger tips digging into her soft flesh, as she feels the head of my hard cock sliding up and down then suddenly I thrust forward taking her in one hard thrust. “Oh God,” She screams before I yank her head back turning it slightly to me. Slamming into her harder with each deep thrust I then force my wet fingers in her mouth. She hears me say ” Mmmmm such a hot sexy woman, with her fingers in my mouth. I like the taste of her pussy on my fingers?”

She nods yes and mumbles around my wet fingers shoved deep in her mouth. She is shivering beneath me, her pussy spasming around my hard thick cock as I thrust deeper.
Laura screams ” OMG! WHAT A MONSTER! OMG! OMG! IT HURTS! PLEASE! PLEASE IT HURTS! OMG! John.” Her tight pussy has never adjusted to being stretched so wide to accomidate my thick shaft. I never really pull back much as relax, pulling back a few inches, I see blood covering my cock, and dribbling down on to the bed. Then I drive forward again, slamming the head right up against her cervix. She feels my large hairy balls resting against her pussy flesh and she knows she has taken all of me. The feeling of fullness was incredible! She was proud of herself once again. She had taken all 9″ of me.

I shove my fingers roughly into her mouth, rubbing the rough pad of my index finger back and forth over her tongue. I like the way that looks and so I pull my cock all the way out of her. I draw back then start ramming in and out with hard deep thrusts. I was building a rhythm taking longer and deeper strokes until I had sheathing and unsheathing of my full 9″ on each stroke. Her pussy resisting each thrust, clamping down in an attempt slowing each subsequent penile impalement. Tears were streaming from her face as her tight canal was stretched, scrapped and torn by the sustained impalement. The continued battering of my cockhead aganist her cervix caused it to give a bit. It felt great, having her tight young pussy grasping the entire shaft including the base of my cock, convulsing and continuely spasming as her whole body bucks and heaves underneath me.

The feel of her small tight pussy milking my cock sends shivers of excitement through my body as I slam into her pussy and penetrating her hard all the way to the hilt. She cries out, my fingers in her mouth muffling the scream. I fuck her hard, rough, dominating her. Then I press deep, still rubbing the pad of my finger over her tongue, my cock buried to the hilt in her spasming pussy, I press my lips to her ear and whisper roughly, ” If you scream like that again I am not going to be able to control myself baby.” I hear a bit of fear in her gasp and see her eyes go round in surprise as she wonders if this is me in control what would happen if I lost control?

I hold her gaze, knowingly, warningly, avcılar escort as I slowly slide my cock out of her pussy an inch at a time. Laura knows what is coming but still can’t prepare for it. I slide my fingers from her mouth and wrap my hand around her jaw holding her face and bracing my other arm by gripping the iron head board above her. I press my hand into the side of her hair cupping her face, gently kissing her lips as I slide my cock up and down her slit. I freeze and grip her hair tighter. I hold her face where our lips are touching each other. I lick her lips slowly then suddenly my entire body tenses and my cock slams home so hard. She gasps for air and lose the ability to breath an instance before she screams into my mouth. My hand roughly pushes through her hair as I wrap my arm around her neck. Pulling out and slamming into her again.

Laura struggles and collapses to the bed trying to retreat from the rough, hard thrusts, I ride her body down, pinning her to the bed. My arm around her neck arches her back a bit as I growl into her ear ” DON’T move, don’t you DARE try to get away!” She tries to remember how to breath and brace herself for the rest of the night, whimpering my name as a plea ” John?! please…” Her pleading ends in a small whimper as I press her body down on her back. My arm around her neck, my cock grinding into her cunt, as I press my lips against her ear. Growling deep in my chest, ” I said don’t fucking move, Laura.” My hand reaches into her hair yanking her head around to look at my face pressed so close. Laura looses her thoughts as I continue slamming hard into her pussy like a piston. I’m fucking her with my arm around her neck and hand in her hair pulling her back while my body rides her hard and rough against the bed.

” TELL ME, you are loving the rough sex!” She gasps and whispers ” Yes. I love being fucked rough and hard.” Laura struggles beneath me as she feels her pussy creaming even more from this rough treatment. ” Jesus Christ!” I slam hard into her once, twice, on the third thrust I hold it deep inside her enjoying the tremors running through her body, enjoying hearing her gasping for air beneath me. ” So is that what you want, me to fuck you rough and hard?” My lips kiss down the side of her neck as I whisper that question over and over to her. I know she has a submissive steak. I know her fantasies about being forced. She is panting beneath me trying to get her brain to work again. Her back starts to ache from having her hips pressed tight against the bed with my weight on her back while I pull her back with my arm around her neck so I can look at her face, bite her jaw line, whisper darkly in her ear.

” Please, John…. ” She is whimpering beneath me but I wait, patiently wait for her answer. She rubs her face against my rough jaw like a cat. I feel her trembling as I bite her neck right beneath her jaw. She moans deeply. ” I want you to fuck me rough and hard, I want you to fuck me anytime you want. Anything you want. Please…” ” Oh Laura, you should never say things like that to me. You have no idea all the things I want.” I tongue her ear growling into it. She shivers and suddenly I’m sliding out of her, rising up off of her body. I tell her to get on her knees and my hands are on her hips pulling her up.
Laura looks back at me over her shoulder I’m glaring down at her. I rub my hands up over the backs of her thighs, over her ass, her back and shoulders. My hands are rough, gripping, tight on her body. I’m on my knees behind her. She raises up to her knees so that instead of being on all fours she is in front of me with the line of her body pressed back against me. My cock is lying in the crack of her ass and she rubs her butt against me. I groan ” aaah..aaah ” and she reachs up and pulls my head down to kiss my mouth.

My hands slide around her waist one hand sliding down between her thighs sliding over her parted wet pussy lips and stroking her clit hard and slow. She groans into my mouth as she tries to suck gently on my tongue. My other hand slides up her body gripping her breast as I grind my cock into the crack of her round ass. My hand slides even farther up and wraps around the front of her throat. Laura moans into my mouth as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. My hands are holding her against me. I pull back just enough to break the kiss. I whisper low and roughly, ” Baby, are you sure? You have to be sure because I won’t be able to stop?”

My words are offering a way out. A way for her to call all this off, but my hands are gripping her tight. My hand around her throat is tight, not hurting, but possessive. Laura wonders what will really happen if she changes her mind. My voice says one thing but my hands are so tight on her body. ” John, please, take me, I will do anything…as many times you want.” I shut her up by crushing her mouth, devouring her. She feels my body dip down as my hand on her throat pulls her up raising her higher on her knees. My hard thick cock drags along the crack of her ass. Then she feels me pressing closer. I’m sliding my hard thick cock up her crack looking for the entrance. ” John, you are so thick baby. I love it.” I push up still holding her tight and she feels my cock force itself into her tight ass.

” Aghhh, baby!” Laura is gripping my forearm. I feed her another inch of my cock. Then I tell her ” Hold still.” I slide my hand around to the front of her pussy then I simultaneously use my hand on her pussy to lift her up and back onto my cock while I thrust forward. I raise her off her knees. Laura is speared on my cock her legs straddling my thighs but not on the bed. She is held against me by my arms around her, one hand fingering her clit, the other still at her throat, my thighs beneath her, and my cock as I thrust up into her.
I thrust harder up into her anus. Her whole body shaking, her head going back as she emitted an agonized screech ” OMG! AAAAAGGGG! AAAAAAGGGGG! ” when her alanya escort anus was forced wider for the second time in her lifee.

She was shocked and shuddering as she was trying to shake the pain from her body, yet couldn’t get rid of it. The pain was about to get worse. Once the head was in it was the beginning of the end as I was able to now push inch by inch, slowly into her rectum as she convulsed and howled ” OMG! OMG! OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO” from the pain as her rectum was stretched, and forced open deep within her. Finally I got my entire shaft in, my sweaty hairy balls resting aganist her ass. Her traumatized sphincter clenched and convulsed around the wide base of my hard wide instrument. It felt so fucking amazing, so unbelievably tight. The violation of her ass, with my cockhead right up in her was sheer ecstasy for me as it was agony for her. She was insane with pain, of the invading wide rod stretching her.

I pulled back and then shoved it in again, causing convulsions from her and high pitched noises ” OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!!!” . Her ass forced my thrusts to be slow, as it resisted every inch of my shaft. That would soon change. I started ramming like a pile driver into her “AAAAAAAAAHHH, OWWWWWW”,” ITS TEARING ME, TAKE IT SLOW, STOP PUSHING IT IN SO HARD,” she screams. I started working my cock in and out, with long deep thrusts as she is screaming “AAAAAAAAAHHH!, OWWWWWW! AAAAAAAHHHHHH! OOOOOOOWWWWWW!” I rammed my hips against her ass with repetitive thrusts, WAP! WAP! WAP! WAP! battering her . Her buttocks and thighs kept quivering in response to the violation of her ass. She struggled endlessly.

I continued slamming my cock into her tight gripping rectum as she howled ” OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!!! “AAAAAAAAAHHH, OWWWWWW” , still trying to thrash around, yet not succeeding. After another 10 minutes, I felt my orgasm coming, and planted myself deep inside her clenching asshole as she tensed every muscle in her body. I came in powerful jets of semen that fired deep into her as she cried loudly . ” OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!!! “AAAAAAAAAHHH, OWWWWWW” When I finished, I held it there for a few more minutes, then pulled it out.

I am saying her name over and over. I tell her ” I want to cum in your sweet mouth, Laura. Get ready for it.” I climb off the bed and go to the bathroom and clean my cock.
She has a few seconds to catch her breath She is on her knees gasping for air when I move in front of her. I’m back standing on the bed, towering over her. She looks up at me and I grab her by the back of the head and guide her mouth to my long thick cock. ” Take it, Laura. That’s it, that’s so fucking good.” I slide my cock into her mouth and she sucks deep. She moans around all that cock enjoying my cock. ” MMMM sooo good baby. You know how I love tasting your cock.” ” YES, that’s it. Fuck, Laura, fucking take it.”

Laura hears me groaning deep in my chest as I start to cum. ” Mmmmm ” She sucks deeper pressing her face closer to me looking up at me wanting to please me soooo much. My cock is sliding down her throat and I start to cum. She feels the cum splash against the back of her throat and almost gags but I hold her head down. She hears me whispering to her to swallow and she looks up at me while her throat swallows around the head of my cock. I throw my head back and grin while Laura takes every last drop. She runs her tongue around the head of my cock licking me clean. She leans her forehead against my hard thigh panting for air as I stroke her hair. She shivering, I kneel down in front of her and wrap my arm around her. I lower us back to the bed and cover us up with a blanket.

Laura snuggles close to me while my hand strokes her back slowly. Laura is drifting off to sleep when she feels me suddenly shift beside her, rolling her onto her back my thigh forcing her legs apart. As she wakes up I’m climbing on top of her. She places her hands on my chest pushing against me slightly. ” Wait John, what… what are you doing? No, please……” I muffle her protest with a hard rough kiss, pinning her down to the bed while I slide my cock up and down her slit. She is sore and not ready, I start forcing my cock back inside her pussy. She whimpers into my mouth and that excites me more. I push deeper then pull all the way out. She has a second to panic before I take her cunt all the way to my balls in one hard thrust. She screams into my mouth causing me to shove my tongue into her mouth and groan as I ride her hard. My hand comes down over her mouth as I break the kiss and whisper roughly to her ” You said anything I want, and as many times as I want, remember?”

She slowly relaxs loving, the sensation of being completely possessed by me. She is trying to hold still but it is just to good. Her pussy is clamping down hard on my cock like a vise, milking it over and over. She has her head thrown on my shoulder. She is gripping my forearm her nails digging into my skin while I thrust in and out of her enjoying having total control of her. ” God damnit, YES! This is what I want Laura, this is what I want!” I fuck her harder hearing her whimpering and moaning. ” please..please..no more..John…ooooh…ooooh…aaah…aaah.” ” This is what I want, Laura! You belong to ME, you are MINE, always mine! My little toy, mine!” I groan and tighten my grip, almost cutting off her air but not quite. After another 10 minutes, I feel my orgasm coming, and plant myself deep inside her clenching pussy as she tenses every muscle in her body. I come in powerful jets of semen that fire deep into her as she cried loudly. ” OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!!! “AAAAAAAAAHHH, OWWWWWW” When I finish, I hold it there for a few more minutes, then pull out.
Both of us collapse on the bed, I rolled off of her breathing hard and she laid there shaking and breathing hard.” I will have my lawyers deal with the divorce and with my son. There is a house in Scottsdale and a job waiting for you. We will fly there and you need to be available when I’m in town. Understand?” Laura looked at me and nodded her head.

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~~Jack~~

He went home. He didn’t want to go home. Well, he did, because he wanted to see his thralls and crows, and make sure everything was going well. And much as it kinda irked him, he did feel possessive of his thralls. They were his pets, his, and any good owner took care of what was theirs. The Ventrue half of him loved that idea.

But at the tower, he spent all night in bed, recovering, and being the center of attention to Antoinette and Elaine. Antoinette, er, Ann, got in a pampering mood whenever Jack was injured, and considering how the confrontation with Black Blood went, combined with him now being as weak as a young neonate again, mostly, she was in a super motherly, pampering mood. He’d spent every night with his head on her lap, kissing and sucking on her breasts, while Elaine made sure he came over and over, until he had to feed on Ashley or Julee just to stay hard.

Difficult to walk away from that. But, as he stepped out of the car in front of his mansion, and Mulder and Scully flew down to land on his shoulders, he smiled. There was something empowering about coming home, even if he felt only a shred of the curse’s power left in him. A shred was a shit load more than Elaine had expected him to have left, and he was damn happy to have it. He’d need it. Owning a mansion as a young neonate? There was a chance Michael or Garry would try and take the mansion from him, and he’d have to prove he could hold his own territory from pushy Carthians.

And he was kinda excited to do that.

He stepped into the mansion, with his mom, Damien, Beatrice, and Athalia following behind him. It was originally just going to be Damien and his mom, but he’d found her with Beatrice and Athalia, chatting away. And naturally, his mom had invited them, without checking with him, because it never even dawned on her that Jack might not want all the possible company he could have for his first trip back home.

That was fine. After everything that’d happened, those three deserved a little leeway from him, especially his mom. If she’d been anyone else, his mom would have figured out how to use the ‘I saved the world’ card to get whatever special treatment she wanted. But she was his mom, and the idea would never, ever enter her mind.

He loved her for that.

“I feel like I should be helping carry some bags of clothes,” his mom said as she followed him into the entry hall, big stairs in front of them inviting them to come upstairs if they wanted. Not yet. “Like old times, you know?”

“This isn’t a yearly trip to the university dorms, Mom.”

“I know. Still. Where’s the girls?”

Right on cue, all three girls stepped around the wall upstairs and stopped at the top of the stairs. He half expected to have a very awkward situation with his thralls standing there in sexy fake maid outfits, or bikinis, or nothing at all. Thankfully they were wearing more normal, modern maid outfits, and they all waved before hopping down the stairs.

“Master!” they said in unison as they ran up to him. Before he could say anything, they all hugged him, at the same time, and they made sure to squash him between them as they did.

Veronica with her blue hair was a bit shorter than Jack. Leilani with her brown hair was his height. Rachel with her short blonde hair was a couple inches taller than him. Having all three hugging and giggling was colorful and varied, and Jack did his best to hug them back while ignoring the judging looks he got from his mom and Athalia.

“Dude,” Triss said, and she held up a thumb. “Nice.” Which earned a small slap on her hand from his mom.

“It’s nice to see you too, girls,” Jack said. “Sorry I haven’t been here. I’ll make sure you get your blood later.”

Their eyes lit up like kids on Christmas.

“Yes master,” they said. They stepped back, gave him a small bow, and gave his mom a small bow, too.

“Thank you, Miss Terry.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

They bowed deeper, and left.

If she’d been Blushing Life, his mom would have incinerated from the heat of embarrassment. She stared after the girls, before looking back at him and the others.

“Don’t look at me,” Jack said, shrugging. “Probably something Antoinette told them to do.”

“You didn’t call them?”

“I did, but I didn’t really fill them in on the details.”

Nodding and sighing, she came in closer to him and gave him a quick pat on the arm.

“I know you don’t like to talk just to talk, but young girls do. Make sure you treat them nicely, even if that means just having a conversation with them every so often. Even if that means… sitting around and just listening to them talk.”

He raised a brow, and looked to everyone else. Damien shrugged. Triss shrugged. Athalia shrugged.

“Yes, Mom.”

And then they all laughed. Assholes.

“Think you can defend this place without the curse?” Damien asked. Leave it to him to be direct about the issue. One of the reasons he was Jack’s best friend.

“We’ll see. I know Michael’s gonna wanna tokat escort talk about it.”

Athalia frowned as she looked around. “But you own it.”

“I’m Invictus, and this place was passed down from other Invictus. I don’t really own it. I mean, I kinda do, and I kinda don’t.”

“Stupid,” she said, shrugging, and walked off.

“Mom, follow her and make sure she doesn’t burn my home down.”

Athalia laughed, which was a pretty damn strange sound to hear from her. And kinda creepy, evil sounding, like she belonged behind some big computer screen with a countdown showing the seconds before her deadly nuclear strike wiped out the world.

His mom nodded and followed after her.

“I’ll show you around. This place is huge! Almost as big as my sire’s tower! Well, its basement anyway.”

Jack watched after them as the two mothers left, before he relaxed and sat down on the stairs. He clucked his tongue a few times up at Mulder and Scully, and the two crows nodded before flying after his mom and Athalia. Much as he trusted his mom, she could be a bit of a pushover, and he didn’t want Athalia rummaging through all his shit. The birds would stop her. Hopefully.

“How’re things with Sándor?” he asked Triss as she sat beside him.

“Pretty great, honestly. You’d think there’d be drama, considering how we met, and all the shit with… everything. But, no, the dude is so chill.”

“Yeah? Sounds kinda boring.”

She snorted a laugh as she shoved his shoulder, and slid him a few inches across the stairs.

“You’d think, but it’s not. He’s–wait, why do you care?”

“What, I can’t care?”

“No. You’re a guy. And you’re Jack.”

“True,” Damien said, nodding. “She makes a valid point. I couldn’t care less about how Beatrice’s dating life is going.”

Triss nodded and gestured to Damien, as if he’d said some universal truth. And Jack did kinda agree, but only a little.

Groaning, he rubbed his hair a few times. How to say this, how to say this.

“I care, because… shit’s happened to everyone. Bad shit. And I’m hoping people are recovering.”

Damien leaned against the railing beside him. “That’s also true. Fiona was a wreck when Sándor delivered a message to her from Azamel. She really was the grandmother Fiona never had.”

“That old bitch?” Triss asked.

Jack laughed. “She was an old bitch, but probably the kind who was super nice to her close family. I don’t know how Fiona got into that family, or Athalia, or Mark, but considering Mark was willing to die to see her again…”

“Assuming Jacob meant Azamel,” Damien said, “when he was talking about Mark.”

“Assuming, yeah. Athalia doesn’t talk about Azamel, Triss?”

“Nah. We keep the topics light, ya know? It’s her and Sam that get into the heavy topics with each other. I steer clear.”

“They do?”

She nodded as she looked down, tapping her boot toes on the floor.

“They’re the ones who know what each other’s going through, ya know? Sure, I’m Sam’s friend, and I guess Athalia and I can talk now without wanting to kill each other. But it’s those two that are gonna be best friends, given some time.”

Athalia and his mom, best friends. That was a weird thought, but Triss was right, it fit. Both moms who’d lost their daughters. Both had gone through a lot of other nasty trauma, too. His mom had lost her husband, and then killed the next man she’d gotten close to. Athalia, Jack had no idea what other sorts of troubles she’d faced, but considering the sort of shit Begotten had to go through just to survive, combined with having her own daughter hunting her down to kill her, it probably ranked similar.

“I wonder,” Triss said. “I mean, I know what happened with Jacob is probably eating her up, and Athalia is the best person she could talk to. They both blame themselves for shit. But, Athalia’s got a boyfriend.”

Jack grimaced. Best head this conversation off before it went sideways.

“Mom’s been through Hell. I think we should let her recover before–“

“Fuck no. Your mom is not that sort of person, Jack. She shouldn’t be left alone to wallow in misery in a tomb with candles, listening to shitty emo metal, and drawing bleeding roses on her arms with a black pen.”

Jack blinked, and looked to Damien. Damien blinked and looked to Jack.

Triss threw up her hands. “Yes, I’ve done that. You fucking assholes.”

“Okay,” Jack said, “you think we shouldn’t give Mom time to recover?”

“I think some people need that. The super introspective types that can’t get out of their own head.” Predictably, she poked Jack in the skull, and he winced as her claw almost pierced skin. “But your mom? No. She’s better off with someone in her life. She is the last person on the planet who should ever be alone.”

“I can’t even begin to wrap my mind around that.”

“Of course not. You ever stop thinking, dude? You ever stop running thoughts in your head, around and around and around?”

No point in trying to deny it. yozgat escort He knew it. Damien knew it. And apparently she knew it.

“No.”

“Well, your mom is not like that. She’s a, dare I say it, extrovert. Dun dun dun!” She threw her hands up again. “I know, right? Other kinds of thinking exist. Not everyone is like you, or him,” she gestured to Damien, “or Miss BigTits. Some people are like your mom, or Fiona, or Othello, or Harcourt. If they’re alone, that’s basically their own, personal Hell. They do better when they have people in their lives most of the time, people to talk to.” She pointed at Damien. “What would happen to Fiona if she had to spend a week with no one to talk to, no one to text or call?”

“She’d die,” Damien said, nodding slowly as he looked up and went into thinking mode. “She talks to Jessy all the time, and Natasha, and Athalia, and others. When she’s done talking to one, she moves down the list.”

Jack had to fight to not laugh. Much as Damien was smiling at the thought of his girlfriend, he was also wincing. Fiona likely talked his ear off whenever her girlfriends were out of contact. And sure, Damien probably enjoyed listening to her… for a while. Jack knew the man pretty well, and Damien loved silence like Jack did. Why the man was so into Fiona, he couldn’t figure out, but the man clearly loved her. One of those mysterious examples of opposites attracting and actually working.

“So what’s the plan, then?” Jack asked Triss.

“I dunno. I’d thought about maybe asking her if she wants to fuck Othello and Madison again. Get some intimacy that way, but–“

Jack groaned and sank his face in his palms. “Why. Whyyy.” It was in his head now. His mom, naked, with Othello and his ghoul doing things to her. Argh.

“Oh shut up. Your mom knows you fuck those three girls who just hugged you and called you master. Fucking slut with a fucking harem. Imagine how she feels seeing that?”

“It’s not a… okay, fine. Mom has a sex life. I can accept that.” In some alternate reality. “But…?”

“But fucking Othello would probably bring back bad memories for her, what with Jacob.”

A mountain of will and mental fortitude later, Jack managed to not cringe.

“Maybe one of the werewolves?” Damien said. “Maybe Carter…”

Silence hit them like a snowball with a hidden rock inside. The azlu had killed Carter, the oldest werewolf in the pack alongside Avery.

“I don’t have anyone in mind yet,” Triss said, “but I figured I should say it. Your mom is not the sort of woman that should be left alone, but she’s too nice to actively go looking for company. So keep an eye open for any guys you’d think would be good for her.”

“Maybe a thrall?” Damien asked. “Or, you know, a few? She is a Daeva.”

Again, somehow, Jack managed to find the strength to not cringe or groan or even squint at the thought of his mom getting triple stuffed. Look at him, growing up.

“Honestly, Triss,” Jack said, “you’re talking to the wrong guys. I mean sure, she’s my mom, but I don’t really, uh… hang out with people and talk to them. I have no idea who’d be a good match for her.”

Damien lifted a finger. “The Prince would know. So would Elaine.”

It was Triss’s turn to groan. “I mean, I guess I could ask them. The Prince probably already knows, but sure, yeah, I’ll talk to her.”

“You’re going to be talking to her a lot,” Jack said, “if you’re going to be the leader of the Circle of the Crone in Dolareido.”

“Fuck me, leader? There’s three of us. The only one who actually does Crúac rituals is me. And I need another fifty years at the fucking minimum before the Prince gives the smallest shit about my opinion. I’m no Primogen. Far as she’s concerned, the Circle of the Crone doesn’t exist, and I’m just a hippie with a couple friends who like to dance naked around a fire in the moonlight, smoking random plants.”

Jack laughed. It was a pretty accurate description of what a pompous elder would think of anyone who called themselves a ‘witch’ in the modern era. It wasn’t accurate to what the Prince thought, though. Ann knew Triss was more than some deluded hippie.

“You know that’s not true.”

“Yeah, well, it’s true enough. And that’s fine. Maybe in fifty years I’ll have scratched the surface of the mountain of shit Jacob knew that he didn’t tell me, didn’t get a chance to teach me. The rituals. The… crazy weirdness. What it means to be in the Circle of the Crone.” She looked overwhelmed, like a kid hanging onto a piece of driftwood in a flood.

Jack was shit at this, but it seemed like the thing to do. He put a hand on her shoulder.

“You got a friend in me?”

“Oh my fucking god, you really suck at comforting people.”

His turn to throw up his hands. “Nevermind, then!”

He got up to walk away, but she grabbed his wrist and yanked him back down.

“Thanks anyway, dumbass. You seen Aaron?”

“No. No one’s seen him. I got the whole Invictus keeping an eye open for him, zonguldak escort but so far no show. You sure he got out of the Great Below? You said he had no limbs left, and was in torpor. I can’t imagine he survived, Triss.” That’d be enough to kill any neonate vampire.

She shook her head. “Something happened. There should have been more ashes, and the other ash piles weren’t touched.”

“Crúac ritual?” Damien asked. “Something that yanked him out of the Great Below? Or maybe had some sort of reserve blood that allowed him to heal?”

“Probably. Or maybe a ghost came and helped him? Sabrina was full-on helping Black Blood, right? Like, she was convinced he’d help her get out of the Great Below. Could be the fucker had other ghosts under his thumb, too.”

“Got a place to sleep?” Jack asked. “Must be unnerving, knowing Aaron’s out there, maybe plotting revenge and shit.”

“Yeah I do. Jen and I have a little hideaway, something no one knows about. But it’s just a hole in the ground. Literally.”

“You could–“

“Nah we’re not staying here. Besides, I’m a fucking witch. I got ways of defending myself.”

“Witchy witch stuff?” he asked.

“Hell yeah.” She grinned and flicked her crow skull necklace a couple times. Mulder and Scully hated that thing.

“What about Sándor?”

“Yeah, he might be able to help.” She sighed dreamily, leaned forward, and set her elbows on her knees, chin in her palms. “Me and Jen been fucking the guy pretty much all night every night for a week, now. It’s been great.”

Again, Jack went through his sanity-saving routine of burying his face in his palms before rubbing his buzzed hair. But the beaming smile on the girl’s face settled him. She wasn’t just saying that to screw with him. She was happy.

“Glad it worked out for you two.”

“Thanks. Sándor’s great. Pretty damn hard to read, though. Super quiet all the time, making it a bitch to tell if he’s brooding or just thinking about how to play a song.” Her eyes drifted away, thinking up something she liked. “How about you, you little shit? You need help?”

“From Aaron?”

“Nah. If Aaron’s alive, and if he’s got revenge on his mind, he’ll be coming for me. I don’t think that’s what’ll happen, but who the fuck knows.” She stood up and paced around in front of the giant mansion doors. “I meant with normal vampire shit. If Michael gives you trouble about the mansion, I could cast a curse on him?”

Jack laughed. “I’ll find out later tonight.” A meeting he was not looking forward to.

“Garry gonna gank your ass for all the trouble you gave him?”

“Hopefully not.” He didn’t think he would. Michael and Garry were both assholes that liked to shove people around, but they weren’t colossal assholes. “Uh, put me a good word for me with your old boss?”

She laughed and shrugged. “Uh, yeah sure, I’ll try. What about that bitch Bella? She doesn’t like you.”

“I think my last conversation with her managed to settle things down a bit. I had the curse then, so maybe she was just biding her time. But, uh, hopefully once I talk to Garry and tell him about what happened with Jacob, Bella won’t hate my guts so much.”

“Assuming Bella wouldn’t have wanted Jacob to win,” she said.

There was that, and that was a pretty big if. The details of Jacob and Black Blood’s plot were still basically a secret, and usually summarized to others as ‘an apocalypse’. If people found out what Jacob had really been up to, some might be angry Jack and the others had stopped him.

“Playing damage control will be harder from now on, yeah, but I think I’m fine.”

“Maybe,” Damien said. “I’m worried about Isabella.”

“Ah shit, right.” Another facepalm and head rub. “I did kind of bully her, didn’t I?”

“Ice queen?” Triss asked. “Want me to deal with her?”

“She’s almost as old as Othello,” Damien said. “She’s strong.”

“With delusions of grandeur,” Jack said. “Pretty shit combination.”

“We could have her killed,” Damien said. That was ice cold, even for him.

Jack shook his head. “I’ll talk to her, probably right after my meeting with Michael.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mulder and Scully perched on some nearby power lines. If something happened, they had specific instructions to tell the girls, and the girls were on standby to contact the Prince. He wanted the girls out of any situation dealing with Jacob or Black Blood, but typical Danse Macabre politics? They weren’t just his food or pets, they were his backup.

Next time he had a minute for them, he’d do more than teach them how to load and shoot a semi-automatic pistol.

Sure enough, as he stepped into the Invictus HQ, repairs completed since the fire, Isabella cut him off before he could reach the elevator. Tall, busty, wearing a business suit with plenty of cleavage, her long dirty blonde hung behind her in a half dozen braids, she grinned at him with icy blue eyes and a very sharp jaw. Daeva doing what Daeva always did, using their looks to get their way, but he wasn’t the simple little Ventrue who’d walked into this building an eternity ago as a naive kid.

This woman was a venomous snake, waiting for the right moment to strike.

“Mister Terry,” she said, blocking him from hitting the call button for the elevator with her body. “How are you?”

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The journey from the site of the crash to the Ottoman Empire was a long one. The captain maintained a high altitude to keep them safe from the clutches of any Russian Empire airships, except Lady Sally insisted on flying low over Kiev to appreciate the glittering, gold domes of its many churches.

When she wasn’t entertaining herself with her slaves, she often stood at the great glass window in her playroom gazing at the clouds as they flew past below her, or admiring the scenery from afar as the patchwork fields and villages sped by.

They passed over the Crimea and then turned south-west across the Black Sea, heading towards Istanbul. They covered the final stretch in the early hours of the morning, and Lady Sally got up at dawn, taking up a place at the front of the gondola to gaze upon the sun rising, and the approaching minarets of Istanbul.

She sighed, wrapping her silk dressing gown around her, whilst still allowing for a peek of cleavage, “This is a magnificent view is it not?”

The captain’s eyes could not fail to stray to Lady Sally’s breasts, “It certainly is,” he agreed.

As the airship slowed to make her descent, they both admired the sun dancing on the blue waters of the Black Sea, and the view of the isthmus on which the exotic city of Istanbul perched.

Although the Ottoman Empire had experienced grander days and was past its peak, it was still the point where eastern and western trading routes met. It required careful manoeuvring because, as well as being a busy airship station, it was a chaotic one. The captain weaved the giant dirigible through the traffic of airships from across Europe and the Far East to seek out an empty mooring mast with enough space to accommodate the vast bulk of The Corseted Domme.

He saw from the cockpit how Lady Sally’s airship was causing a stir. He flew low and watched the awe struck looks and excited waves as the giant, silver dirigible circled around the airship station looking for a berth. Lady Sally, who had retired to get dressed ready for her shopping expedition, would have been pleased to see the furore her airship was creating. Eventually, he found a suitable mooring mast, and the rigger-men hooked up the lines from the tip of the airship to pull her in. After the enforced landing in the Russian Steppes it was good to have her secured to a proper mast. The captain was relieved to find hydrogen filling stations so the air bags could be refilled.

The people of Istanbul had never seen an airship as huge and magnificent as The Corseted Domme. A crowd gathered at the foot of the mooring mast to find out who owned this most magnificent of dirigibles. There were men in turbans, women with their heads covered in silk scarves, and bare-foot children. By the time the party were ready to disembark, an impromptu market had formed around the airship, the merchants not wishing to miss an opportunity to sell their wares.

When Lady Sally emerged, she was the perfect image of the calm, implacable, Edwardian gentlewoman in the midst of the scene of chaos that now surrounded the airship. As soon as they stepped out of mooring tower they were greeted with a blast of heat. Of course, Lady Sally was prepared, having insisted on taking most of her wardrobe, including her summer dresses. She was in an elegant, cotton dress in cream, which displayed her hour-glass figure to perfection. Perched on her head was a wide-brimmed hat secured by a wide bow of material tied under her chin.

Victoria, sweltering ordu escort in her maid’s dress, huge bustle and layers of petticoats followed with a large fan to cool her mistress down. The captain who had brought no wardrobe with him whatsoever was in his working clothes, his normal white roll neck jumper and flying boots. Luckily, his wide-brimmed fedora hat shielded his face from the sun, but he still looked distinctly uncomfortable in the scorching heat.

A crowd gathered around the party, and they were welcomed with cheers and waves. The children were as excited as those back in Yorkshire who greeted the launch of The Corseted Domme. They were familiar with airships but had never seen anything as grand as this.

At first Lady Sally felt pleased at the welcome she received, but as the crowd bustled around her, she soon changed her mind.

A kebab was thrust in her face, “Lady… you want kebab. Good kebab. Good price…”

A hand covered in jewellery waved in front of her, “Lady… you want bangle. Finest silver. Two for one, good price.”

Offers of food and goods were tolerable though barely; other offers were definitely not.

“Lady… you want man, give you good fucky. Come with me. Good price.”

“Lady… you want fanny sucky. I take you. How much you offer for good fanny sucky.”

The attention soon became wearisome, and Lady Sally was relieved to be approached by Mustafa Shagazade’s man with a steam-driven carriage to transport them to the Grand Bazaar. There was a full entourage as the men, dressed in smart linen suits, were required to help carry Lady Sally’s shopping. The carriage was laden with several trunks, for the safe packing of said shopping. The captain, melting in his roll neck jumper, was extremely envious of the cool suits. He wanted to stay behind and supervise the filling of the hydrogen bags, but Lady Sally insisted all available hands were needed for the shopping expedition.

They were dropped off at the merchant’s offices off Sultanahanet Square in the heart of the old city. This was Lady Sally’s first visit to Istanbul, and she was thrilled to be there. She had travelled to Samarkand before, to seek out a special weave of silk with aphrodisiac properties she had read about in the third Earl of Rudston’s journal, and to discover more about her silk route heritage. She loved the exoticism and sensuality of the east.

Mustafa Shagazade was a portly middle-aged gentleman with a black moustache that curled up at its ends, dressed in a turban and light blue kaftan

“Ah, Mr Mustafa, how delightful to meet you after all these years. I trust business is good.”

“Lady Sally, it’s a pleasure,” he enthused, whilst lasciviously eyeing up her perfect figure and abundant décolletage bursting out of the cotton dress. “But I’m afraid to say business is only average. There is less trade going across land along the silk route, and more being transported by airship. There’s now an airship route direct from Ishfahan to Berlin, bypassing Istanbul. And then there’s been the Balkan Wars, and the threat of new wars…”

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry to hear that,” offered Lady Sally.

“I know you are here for the shopping, so let me be your guide around the bazaar. But first you must join me in a glass of mint tea.”

“That would be delightful, Mr Mustafa,” replied Lady Sally with alacrity. It may not be China or Indian tea, but it was still tea, and mint tea was exceedingly refreshing. At least osmaniye escort he was well enough acquainted with her tastes not to offer her Turkish coffee, which would have been simply vile.

The party settled onto the divans outside the merchant’s trading emporium. They were served glasses of mint tea from a huge silver pot and accompanied by sugared almonds. They reclined on the seats to sip the sweet liquid.

“Please, Lady Sally, before we go into the bazaar, let me offer you a delicacy of the region.”

A servant brought out a brass bowl containing an unappealing ball of meat swimming in a thin, white fluid. Lady Sally did not wish to offend her generous host by declining it, but had no intention of sampling it.

“Oh, but my maid tastes my food for me. You see, I’m afraid I have such a delicate stomach, and she will judge if it’s too rich for me.”,

Victoria looked on horrified at the brown lump of gristly meat in the dish but, nonetheless, obediently took a mouthful. Lady Sally smiled wickedly as she saw her maid’s expression.

“May I ask what the dish is made of?” she enquired.

“Why yes, Lady Sally, it’s horse testicle braised in ewe’s milk infused with cardamom pods. It’s a speciality of the region.”

“Oh my, but that sounds simply delightful, Mr Mustafa. I’m just so sorry my delicate English stomach will not allow me to partake of any. You must jot the recipe down for me and I’ll give it to cook.”

The captain chuckled. He could imagine cook’s reaction to such a recipe, and she might just have the nerve to tell Lady Sally where to shove her horse’s testicle!

The entourage headed for The Grand Bazaar with the four gentlemen, Victoria and the captain carrying three huge chests between them, brought on her travels specifically for this purpose.

The Grand Bazaar was a huge covered market of massive colonnades with a network of smaller passages leading from them. The captain, for one, was relieved to get under cover out of the searing heat of the sun. The market was jammed full of crafts and antiques of every description.

“Now, Mr Mustafa, I am minded to build a Turkish bath in one of the ante rooms in Rudston Hall. I’ve already sourced a company that can supply the heating system back in England, but what I require are authentic Turkish majolica tiles.”

“I know just the stall for you.”

She pulled out a piece of paper with a sketch showing the dimensions of the room in question. After a brief discussion with the stallholder about the number of tiles required, she set about choosing from the abundant range of beautifully glazed blue, green, turquoise, yellow and white tiles with geometric patterns in the Islamic style. Having made her choice and negotiated a good deal on such a huge quantity, she paid and instructed the trader to have the tiles delivered direct to The Corseted Domme forthwith. The men let out a collective sigh of relief at this point as they had visions of having to cart thousands of heavy tiles back to the airship themselves.

Lady Sally was an organised and ruthless shopper. She had a vision for what she needed and set about her purchases with determination. She was also a tough negotiator and bartered hard with the traders to get a good, and fair, price. This was, of course, only what they would have expected, but if they thought this rich, aristocratic English woman was going to be a soft touch, that illusion was soon dispelled. Lady Sally used a sinop escort combination of hard bargaining skills, along with her undoubted charm, to secure a good price.

They went from block to block in the bazaar, each zone specialising in a particular craft. She wanted hand-woven Turkish rugs and bought several of them, with brightly coloured geometric patterns. She purchased ceramics, copper bowls, hukkah pipes, silver tea pots, decorated glasses and lamps. That was before she even got to the section selling materials and clothing where she bought silks, cottons, kaftans, gowns, silk slippers and an abundant supply of silver jewellery. Then there were the spices and incenses, and last, but not least the teas. There were stalls selling a vast range of teas, many blends she was familiar with, but she also purchased pomegranate and jasmine teas, which she’d never tried before.

The chests filled up quickly, and it wasn’t long before the six men found themselves carting the laden trunks around the bazaar with them. Lady Sally shopped like a whirling dervish, and it wasn’t until it was time for tea that she finally stopped.

They retired to a tea shop recommended by Mr Mustafa. Lady Sally was sipping green tea whilst inhaling enormous drafts of smoke from a huge hukkah pipe. She was in a good mood… an exceedingly good mood.

She was giggling manically and telling them tales of her colourful past.

“Did I tell you about the time in Samarkand when I got fucked on the tomb of Tamerlane the Magnificent by my silk merchant?” she announced, proceeding to relate the story in graphic detail.

Then she told them about her poison garden at Rudston Hall, and how she’d fucked her gardener, and about how she punished Lord Melchiot on her automaton horse.

She was in fits of giggles.

“Oh, I’ve had such marvellous adventures.” She turned to the merchant, “So tell me, Mr Mustafa, is this what is called ‘hashish’?”

“Yes, Lady Sally, the very finest… and potent.”

“Well, I must say, this is wonderful stuff. My last purchase will be to stock up with some to take back to England.”

By now the whole party was well and truly stoned, except for Victoria, who had a ‘gippy’ stomach from the horse’s testicle, and had declined the offer of smoking hashish. In between reclining on the divans collapsed in a constant state of giggles, they managed to demolish a huge plate of flatbreads, lamb kebabs, chickpea dip, dates and other delicacies.

A young, veiled woman approached them.

“Come here, my dear,” called Lady Sally. “What a lovely necklace. It’s so shiny. Oh, my goodness, I’ve never seen anything so shiny! I don’t think my poor eyes can stand the brightness.”

“Please, are you the famous English lady, Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester?”

Lady Sally was not averse to bit of flattery, “Oh, famous, well yes, naturally my reputation does proceed me.”

“I’ve read about you in the Istanbul Sun. You are a strong lady who will stand up to males and protect women. I have come to plead for your help.”

Victoria’s ears pricked up. Alarm bells rang.

“Yes, do tell me more,” Lady Sally encouraged.

“My name is Nisrahur. You see, my sister has been picked up from the streets by the sultan’s guards where she has been taken to his harem as a slave. I know the girls are badly mistreated. I was hoping a lady of your standing could negotiate with the sultan to get her released.”

“I will do better than that,” exclaimed Lady Sally. “I will rescue her!”

Her maid tried to intervene, “Madam, is this wise? This could end up as a disaster. I see more explosions and being chased out of Istanbul.”

“Victoria, let it not be said Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester will not leap to the defence of her sex for a noble cause.”

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The village was relatively quiet. Maquessa strode down one side of the street gazing in the store windows. Not surprisingly many of them bore signs stating that the shops would reopen later in the day. A few grumbles could be heard from other potential patrons, but none seemed to be overly irate about the situation. A number of people in the local area shut down their business when the Ninth Brigade stopped near the village for a recreational leave. Male or female, a number of the villagers had already attempted to catch her eye.

Standing at six foot even, the young Captain of the Ninth had blonde hair to her shoulders and soft green eyes. While some of the male villagers had their eyes fixed firmly on her bosom, the village women rather brazenly kept their eyes somewhat lower. Not that she minded. She knew behind the locked doors of a number of those store windows, her soldiers were entertaining themselves. By the time they rolled out to resume their patrols the villagers would be more than sated and ready to resume their normal lives. She had something special in mind for herself though. As yet another of the young village women endeavored to catch her eye she politely took her leave and continued past the last of the houses at the village edge.

As her long legs carried her up the hillside path she inadvertently gazed back towards the hills on the other end of the village. She knew the tanks were secured under their netting and with the guards standing nearby. Knowing the ones she had picked they were probably engaged in a similar fashion as those in the village proper. She was willing to let it slide, however, since the area was a well pacified one. A low sound came from ahead of her and her step quickened just a bit as the dairy came into view. A few milk cows ambled about in a fenced in pasture. Most of the milk came from other farms, but Deliah still insisted on keeping a few herself.

Well known in the region for the quality of milk it sold, Deliah’s Dairy was one stop Maquessa always made when they stopped in town. She had just lifted her hand to knock on the stout wooden door when it pulled open to reveal a rather plump matronly woman. Deliah wore a sexy little smile on her lips as she stepped back to admit the captain. Her eyes sparkled with the promise of their play, having already heard about the Ninth stopping in the village below.

“I was beginning to think you had forgotten me.” she said with a pretty little pout to her lips.

Maquessa took off her cap to dangle from a nearby hat rack. A smile quirked the corners of her lips as the faint sounds of the milking room reached her ears. While Deliah may have been nearly a dozen years her senior, and probably thirty pounds or so too plump for most, both knew the captain wasn’t likely to forget about her. As the door clicked shut, Maq slipped an arm around Deliah and together they started through the dairy.

“Now you know you were my first stop when we got here.” Maq chided with an amused grin.

She was looking forward to their time together as well. Of course, as they passed the milking room, she couldn’t help but glance inside. While the bulk of the milk sold by the dairy came from cows, whether raised by Deliah or obtained from local farms, it was the special milk that had kept the dairy on the map. The gasping moans from the milkmaids was louder there in the doorway. Perhaps two dozen girls filled the room, in various stages of orgasmic pleasure. Sucking noises filled the air as each girl writhed in her device.

Some were bent over on hands and knees, gags filling their mouths as the cups on their nipples drew forth their sweet breast milk. Others were seated in a chair with legs spread wide and a silken dildo plunging repeatedly into them from below as their milk was karaman escort harvested. Maquessa felt herself stiffen at the lewd display and Deliah slid her fingers down to feel with a throaty chuckle.

“You certainly do have a thing for the milkmaids, don’t you? Must be why you enjoy me so much.”

Maq pulled the older woman close in her excitement. She had learned on their first meeting that Deliah had been a milkmaid like these girls in her youth. She still strapped herself in to harvest her own milk regularly. As the pair watched, Deliah with a hand slid into Maq’s trousers, one of the girls sank limply on her device. The jug beneath her was half full as she panted softly. An attendant rushed over to disable the machine and loosen her bindings. As the girl slid to the floor to catch her breath, it was hard to miss the glistening nine inches that slid out of her pussy. Maq’s breath was husky as Deliah stroked her, and she pulled away from the door to the nearby stairs.

With a giggle, the plump woman gave her cock a squeeze and pulled away to run up the stairs. Maq was swift behind her and close enough to give the wiggling bum a soft slap. The noises of the milking room faded behind them as they approached Deliah’s private room. She was shucking off her dress as Maq came in the door and the younger woman paused to let her hungry gaze feast on the expanse of flesh put on display as Deliah’s dress hit the floor. A few marks of childbirth marked her belly from a past childbirth. The next to hit the floor was her bra and the older woman’s pendulous breasts swung free. She stuck her tongue out in Maq’s direction and lay back on the bed.

As the captain fumbled with her buttons she could clearly see a drop of milk gleaming from one dusky nipple. Her cock was throbbing from the teasing and spectacle of the milking room. The younger woman was quickly ready and approached the bed as Deliah smiled at her.

“Always standing at attention, you soldiers.”

She grinned and reached out to grip the base of Maq’s shaft, using it to pull the younger woman to her. Their lips met in a deep kiss with dancing tongues. As their breasts pressed and rubbed together, Maq could feel the slick milk leaking and coating her skin. This only led to her throbbing harder in Deliah’s grasp.

“With you, yes I am. Though you should know that well enough by now.”

Deliah let out a sigh as Maq kissed down her chin and throat until she could trap a firm nipple between her lips. The first taste of her milk was always the sweetest as Maq was always quick to tell her. She reached up to stroke her fingers through Maquessa’s soft hair while the younger girl filled her mouth with warm milk. It was several gulping moments before Maq came up for air and another sensual kiss. Her eyes were slightly glazed with lust as she took in the sight of Deliah lying naked beneath her.

“I’m going to have to arrange more patrols to pass near the village.”

With a throaty sensual laugh Deliah pulled her down for a kiss. Their tongues slid together and over one another as Maq began to leak her own fluid on the older woman’s heated skin, albeit slightly lower than her breasts. Slender fingernails slid delicately down Deliah’s thigh and then up again. The kiss turned into a gasp as one digit penetrated the hot depths. Unable to wait longer and eager for her first taste of their lovemaking, Maq slid around and buried her face between Deliah’s plump thighs. The older woman’s arousal caused her nostrils to flare.

First one lick, then another, and she was burying her tongue in the hot pussy spread before her. The musky feminine odor was one of the most potent aphrodisiacs she had ever known and she relished the taste as she explored the steamy pussy. kars escort Deliah let her knees fall open and tried not to shudder as the feelings and sparks the younger woman’s tongue struck within her. A throaty moan escaped her lips as she reached to fondle the heavy orbs resting on Maq’s thigh. A little shift of her shoulders and she was final able to get her first taste of cock. The precum slicked her tongue as she lapped softly at it and she used her fingers to fondle and tease the weighty orbs resting on Maq’s thigh.

The scent of the younger woman’s aroused pussy reached her as she fondled the orbs and impishly she slid a finger behind the balls to plunge inside. Maquessa jumped with a gasp of surprise and Deliah let out a sexy laugh. The captain slid back around to kiss her hotly and wag a finger.

“Naughty naughty!”

Both knew full well out stimulated Maq could get when her balls and pussy were played with together. Deliah licked her lips and grabbed at the smooth hips of the younger woman. A tug and she had engulfed several inches of hot cock in her hot mouth. Her tastebuds came alive as she more fully tasted the rigid cock and her eyes gazed up to meet Maquessa’s. It was a bit hard with the soft tits jiggling on the captain’s chest. The captain was fondling one nipple as she slowly fucked into the warmth of Deliah’s mouth. The older woman had tried to coax her into becoming a milkmaid after her time in the army on more than one occasion.

Her cock throbbed as she fed several more inches into the woman’s mouth. No gag reflex meant she could easily handle the eight fat inches and she proved it again every time they were in bed together. Only a few moments of sucking were enough for her nose to bury in Maquessa’s pubic hair. The soft blonde hairs tickled her nose as she felt the pulsing head caress the depths of her throat. The older woman reached down to squeeze and pull at her own nipples as she gulped on the hot cock teasing her senses. Her pussy was leaking copiously on the bed, more than ready for the fucking she knew was to come. Until then, she settled for coating her fingers in her own breast milk.

Once they were adequately lubricated, she slid her hand down lower to push milking fingers into the captain’s pussy. The cock filling her mouth swelled as she began a slow finger fuck of her young lover. Maq didn’t pull away this time and instead began to rock her hips against Deliah’s probing fingers. The two had often played games with Deliah’s breast milk and thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it. One of Maquessa’s favorites was to fill Deliah’s pussy with it and then drink it back from within her slick depths. She claimed it added a richer taste.

As two fingers invaded her pussy, the young captain knew she was about to flood Deliah’s throat with her creamy sperm. She leaned over to brace herself on the bed and started to hump her hips. Her swollen cock fucked in and out of the older woman’s throat. For her part, Deliah just kept her mouth wide as she continued the finger stimulation. The heavy meat dragged itself across her tongue and she could feel the almost constant flow of precum sliding down the back of her throat. Her nostrils flared as her own orgasm built in rising waves. The captain’s first orgasm was always quick and potent. The only warning she had was the swift retreat of the thick organ.

Her eyes gazing up once more, she felt spurt after creamy spurt erupt onto her tongue. Maq knew how much she loved this special milk and enjoyed rolling it about on her tongue. Warmth filled her mouth as the cock finally withdrew and glistened wetly with her saliva. Deliah luxuriated in the masculine flavor of the semen on her tongue, yet with an undeniably female quality to it. She bathed her kıbrıs escort tongue in the hot semen until she could control herself no longer and gulped it down. The creamy fluid coated her throat as it flowed downward and her eyes sparkled as she gazed up into the stunning green eyes that had first drawn her to her younger lover.

“I swear I need to get me some milkmaids that can produce milk like that.”

Maq chuckled and slid to rest beside her lover, kissing her glistening lips. Her rigid cock rested on Deliah’s thigh, leaving a slick trail of fluid there. She only needed a moment to recover herself before she pulled her lover close and kissed her more insistently. Deliah’s hunger matched her own and the plump woman was already pulling her to rest on top of her soft body. Fingers trailed down Maq’s smooth body until they raked fingernails lightly across her bum. Softly she nibbled her way down Deliah’s neck as her thick cock nuzzled the entrance to her pussy.

“You do and I think you’ll become an even more popular dairy than you are now.”

It was a discussion they had held in the past, as they rested in one another’s arms after their intense lovemaking sessions. Maq figured they would again, though for now more pressing matters demanded their attention. As the head of her cock kissed the glistening wet depths of Deliah’s hot pussy, she plunged inside. The older woman gasped in delighted surprise as she felt herself spread open to take in the thick girth and she wrapped her legs as best she was able around Maq. The two kissed again as the pressure from Maq’s breasts caused her own to leak milk to further coat their soft skin. The entire bed was rocking and bumping lightly into the wall as Maq pumped her hips to repeatedly drive her cock deep inside Deliah’s steaming pussy.

Panting and breathing heavily the former milkmaid caressed and stroked Maq’s back as her hips rocked up to meet the deepening thrusts. She groaned as she felt the heavy balls slapping against her wet flesh. Deliah’s back arched up off the bed as her first orgasm of the evening struck, causing her breasts and body to jiggle and shake from the intensity of it. A gasping cry erupted from her lips, not unlike that of the girls from the milking room down below. Unlike most of them, however, Deliah’s cry was accompanied by a gleaming spurt of fluid that struggled to make it past the thick cock inside her. Maquessa’s thighs and balls were coated with the sweet creamy girlcum that Deliah always made when they were together.

It was enough to draw a growl of delight from the younger woman who only began to thrust more intently up inside Deliah’s slick depths. Deliah was losing herself in the pleasure of the moment and lay back moaning on the pillow and trying to catch her breath as several other smaller orgasms rippled through her. All she could do was slide her hands down to grasp the captain’s ass as she fucked into her.

Maq panted above Deliah, loving the scents filling the air. The first time the older woman’s pussy had squirted, she had been licking and using her tongue to fuck in and out, she had almost shot her load all over the bedspread. The thought of that sweet cum spraying across her face and tongue was too much for her. A gasping cry erupted from her lips as she sank herself deep inside to spurt in Deliah’s pussy. Wad after thick wad of cum shot from her throbbing cock to coat the woman’s inner walls. Beneath her Deliah cried out in pleasure as she came with her lover. Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around Maq’s body as she shook from it.

Sweat glistened on both naked bodies as Maq lowered herself to kiss Deliah’s rosy lips. Only then did the captain shift to lie beside her on the bed. Her cock remained buried to the hilt inside her, their fluids mingling and partially coating the spread beneath them. Deliah nestled in Maquessa’s arms and idly fondled one of her nipples. A twitch of the cock within drew a smile to her lips. Young soldiers always had the best stamina, and the Ninth Brigade more than most. It was going to be a long night.

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Chapter 36

“Oh, gawd,” Lucia groaned as she waddled bow-legged into the motel room. “The bike is fun but man, crouching like that for hours takes its toll.”

“That won’t be good for the baby. You’d better get your kicks now on that crotch-rocket before it grows big.”

“Uh, what?”

Sibyl blinked a moment, then realized the not-so-subtle double-entendre that had come with her dated slang. “I meant the motorcycle, a crotch-rocket! And your baby, when it grows big.”

“Oh! I thought you were… never mind.”

Sibyl chuckled softly as she dragged her suitcase into the corner of the room. “Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“Well, your statement held true, the way I first understood it.” Lucia approached Sibyl from behind as she spoke, and once she was close enough she lightly draped her arms around the clone’s hips. At that touch, that missed but not forgotten closeness, Sibyl’s heart quickened.

“Oh?”

“Mhmm. Before baby gets big… I can still get my kicks.”

Sibyl turned in her arms, pressing their bodies bust-to-bust. “I… I wasn’t sure if you’d want that anymore. Not now that who I was is out in the open between us.”

“It doesn’t make a difference to me,” Lucia said, more quietly. Her breath was hot against Sibyl’s lips. “It doesn’t have to change anything between us.”

“Oh, Lucia.”

She smiled softly. Sibyl melted against her, touching their lips together as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Lucia leaned into that little kiss, pleased but not at all surprised at her reaction. As their tongues joined Sibyl’s hands dropped down to lift and knead her marvellous cheeks. Inspired by that heated touch Lucia flicked her motorcycle jacket off her shoulders and waved it off of her arms, revealing the white belly top she’d worn beneath. There was of course no sign of her baby yet; her stomach was trim and toned.

The blonde goddess’ slender hands rose higher, tracing their way over every dip and graceful rise of Lucia’s primed figure to settle on the sides of her bust, as she had craved to do during the entire long ride down the highway. Pulling out of their kiss to gain some room, Lucia took Sibyl’s hands and brought them up front to fully grasp the recently augmented pair.

“Do you like what I’ve become?”

“Oh god yes. You were always so beautiful, but now,” Sibyl squeezed and kneaded, and was beginning to grow red in the cheeks and weak in the knees, “you’re perfection.”

“That’ll make two of us then.” Lucia again kissed, and her hand dipped low to grasp at the growing want in the blonde’s skirt. Sibyl’s hips began to rock against her touch, and soon there was hardness packed beneath the form-fitting purple fabric, pulling it out and away from the majority of her thigh. With that throbbing mass within her grip Lucia easily led her backward toward the cheap bed, which she arrived upon with a creaky bounce, still in the grips of that passionate embrace.

Their lips smacked as they parted, and Lucia got to her knees. She roughly wrenched Sibyl’s skirt down her legs, causing her magnificent endowment to rocket upwards and sway in the air between them. At the sight of it she surged forward and held it steady at the base while the pink and throbbing head came into place on her upper lip. She inhaled deeply, taking in the sensual smell of Sibyl as she rubbed that hot helmet against her mouth. “Ooh… It’s been so long on the highway, to you and now back to Arizona.” She lovingly kissed it. “I’ve just been dying for this.”

Sibyl lifted her loose black shirt up. Before she’d even had it fully off she was uttering high moans of discomforted delight, for the hot moisture of Lucia’s mouth had found its place at the tip of her cock. She tossed the shirt away and watched as the newly anointed goddess’ hand began to make the long trip up and down. She moaned again and her head lolled back. Her legs, bound at the knees by her skirt, writhed.

With a twist of her head Lucia took her deeper into her mouth, and her second hand joined the first to give slow twisting motions. “Lucia. You’ve improved!”

Within moments pre-orgasmic fluids were flowing into her mouth. She unsealed her lips slightly, letting them drizzle down Sibyl’s length and provide natural lubrication to her movements.

“Oh, that’s heavenly…”

Lucia smiled. “I was wrong to leave you so suddenly. There was just so much to do at Astro-X, they had me hooked in an instant. But I could be just for you again.”

“Mm, mm… Good, Lucia. My… my love.”

She chuckled softly. “I’ll start making it up to you tonight.” She took Sibyl back into her mouth and ramped her strokes up a notch, slipperily working every turgid inch while tonguing her sensitive leaking head.

“Hoo, ho god, that feels perfect!” Sibyl hunched forward, agonized by the sensation. She had become so confident; with those skillful sucks and strokes she was owning her! A whisper of climax already loomed near.

Lucia stopped and rose to her feet, smiling at how capable she had become. kırşehir escort Sibyl looked up to her, visibly affected by the torturous pleasure she had just endured.

“You were my first goddess, as a human.”

Relieved by the short break, Sibyl leaned forward to pull her skirt the rest of the way down her slender legs, swerving slightly to manoeuvre her face past her own towering excitement. “Mhmm.”

“You’ll be my first as a goddess as well.” She lifted her white belly top up and off, permitting Sibyl’s first look at her well endowed upper body. She then started to wriggle out of her tight jeans, revealing the full extent of the improvements to her much-adored lower half. The spectacle made Sibyl’s cock throb and nod, and pre dribbled freshly down its length.

Lucia got onto the bed over her, causing them both to sway as it bounced and creaked, sending the blonde’s immense globes into motion against her slender torso. Lucia set them still, burying her hands in them as she crawled forward to bring herself toward the end of Sibyl’s length. The heat of its underside pressed wet and hot against her as she advanced, with inch after gratuitous inch passing along her lower lips at such a painfully slow rate. I wonder if she’s like Jenn now, Sibyl thought, if she can take it all… God, hurry up! I want to be inside you!

When finally the head came into place Lucia reversed direction and began to take her in. Her back arched, catlike, as that slippery engorgement slid into her body. Neither yet knew what to expect, and so when Lucia’s bottom met Sibyl’s hips they both gasped and shared looks of amazement. Sibyl shuddered as Lucia, looking like she couldn’t believe what her changed body was letting her do, began to assume a gentle rhythm.

“Oh-ho-ho Sibyl, I love it! Your huge dick, the entire thing! Nghh!” After a few more passes she had to quicken her pace. To her and Sibyl as well, it just felt so right.

Sibyl sat up some, giving their embrace a more vertical angle. She took Lucia’s broad hips and helped her motions by pulling her downwards after each ascent. The shift in angle was hitting a wonderful place deep inside her, and her moans and squeals made Sibyl smile proudly. She began to push upward as well, further ramming that newly accessible erogenous zone.

“Oh god babe! Keep doing that!”

Still looking on proudly, Sibyl did so. It was truly a perfect moment.

Lucia went into a frenzy of furious movements. With her newfound strength and speed she was like an animal on fire! Sibyl’s demeanour shifted from one of gladness to amazement as she beheld the raw lovemaking power of Lucia the goddess, whose abdomen was whipping up and down her fourteen inches with incredible speed. “Oh my god, Lucy…”

“Yes! Yes, oh yes! Haaaa!”

“You’re amazing!

She screamed in joyful release and, with Sibyl’s cock fully buried, became still. While her limbs encircled and tightly constricted Sibyl’s body she tilted forward, and as an inseparable pair of gasping sweating bodies they collapsed back onto the bed.

Sibyl rolled Lucia over, putting her on her back. She was dying to continue but within that vice-like grip she had no hope of escaping the powerful throbs of orgasm that strangled her hungry beating length. She pushed upwards, seeking to withdraw. Only some moments later was she allowed to do so, for Lucia had finally returned from her heavenly trip.

As Sibyl pulled out Lucia watched, seeming entranced by the sight of so much glistening hardness revealing itself after its deep retreat. It was amazing what her new body could do, a body that was finally a match for Sibyl’s hyper-endowed physique! “Oh my god, this is amazing. Fuck me more Sibyl!”

“Mmh, yes!” Sibyl launched into deep thrusts that had their lower bodies pounding together with resounding smacks. Now it was her time to be the animal, to give in to her frenzied lust! The feeling of Lucia’s post-orgasmic body accepting her every inch was so fine.

“Oh god yes, give me everything! I’m going to cum again!”

With shocking speed Sibyl repetitiously plunged herself in and out of Lucia. The old bed rattled and squeaked like the suspension of an old sedan as the springs struggled to keep up with her super human motions. She wasn’t holding anything back – her full power was in play! Eventually she struck a rhythm with the cheap mattress that had Lucia’s body bouncing up into each pass, only to be slammed downward by a firm shake of her hips, again and again at still increasing speeds!

“Aghhhh! Fuck…! Me…!”

Sibyl released a feminine growl of feral bliss. Her eyelids fell shut and her gaze went distant as the all consuming pleasure of herself dribbling her love up and down against the bed overtook her. Each split-second pass and return brought her one incremental step closer to climax, and that sensation became her world.

She broke out of her reverie when a new sound met her ears: the impacts of their bodies had become thickly wet, and there malatya escort was a gentle rhythmic patter like waves of rain inside the motel room. The cum was pouring out of her and being splashed outward with each thrust! As the realization hit her an onslaught of climactic ecstasy came with it. Jarred by it, her rhythm was lost and the mattress slammed up into them, tossing them sideways to the ground below.

THUD!

“Nnnuhhhh god Lucy, yes!” Deep in the grip of orgasm Sibyl continued to ravage Lucia, who was out of breath and in awe. Her movements were growing ragged and slowing as she began to succumb to the tension in her body. Gasping in ecstasy, she grew still as she continued to unload shot after burning shot into her.

Lucia smeared her hands up Sibyl’s tense, sweat slicked back, revelling in her powerful throbs as she emptied itself into her. She lovingly encircled her body with her legs. “Oh Sibyl, babe. I love the way you fill me, it’s so perfect.”

“Oh… oh god.” Sibyl went limp against her as her hardened cock released its final spurts into her.

“We’re like, the world champions of sex!”

Sibyl chuckled softly. In a daze, she trailed kisses along her jaw. “That’s how it is now. No limitations… and it’ll only get better.”

Lucia stroked a hand through Sibyl’s golden hair. “You’re damned right about that. From now on you’re my one personal stud.”

Chapter 37

On Lucia’s insistence they arose early, before the sun could rise.

“Hold on Sib. I have an outfit you need to wear.”

“Oh?” As she slid out of bed Sibyl watched Lucia begin to dig through her bag.

“Yeah. If we want to get past security you’ll need to look like Diana. So I brought some clothes, like she would wear. Try these on.” She tossed onto the bed some brand new white denim jeans, a large pink bra and a lavender baby t-shirt.

“Oh, geez. Pants, and the tight kind too. Okay, if you insist… but I hope to god we don’t have to stop somewhere, and I get strange looks.”

“We’d get looks no matter what you wear.”

Sibyl yanked the tag off the jeans and slid her slender legs into the tight fighting fabric. With a look of distaste on her face she pulled up slowly.

“Oh no, wait,” Lucia said, placing her hand over Sibyl’s. “Try again.” She dropped that hand into her jeans, and Sibyl squeaked slightly as she fished her cock out of the pantleg and gingerly placed it in the opposite one. “She dresses to the left, not the right.”

“I… I see.”

Lucia giggled as she watched Sibyl zip up and button the jeans, packing herself in. The bulge along her thigh was flagrantly visible.

With her gaze fixed downward on it Sibyl walked toward a mirror on the wall.”Well, I guess it isn’t that bad,” she said as she looked at her reflection, tilting her hips at various angles and assessing each pose. “I kind of like how it’s all right there, as if to say, ‘this is what I am. Deal with it.'”

“You look hot, for sure. Extend your arms, please?” Lucia weaved the pink bra straps onto her arms and brought them into place, placing the large and sturdy G cups over Sibyl’s breasts “Yet another thing you don’t like to wear. Diana likes control up top.” In a brief hug she fastened the clasp and stepped away.

“It’s itchy.”

“That’s life as a woman for you.” She tossed the last article of clothing to Sibyl. “Shirt. And tie your ponytail up higher.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Once the little t-shirt was stretched onto her upper body and her hair was properly styled Sibyl again stood before the mirror, admiring her new look. Lucia had put on her motorcycle jacket and her helmet was tucked under arm, at the ready. “Let’s go.”

***

The security guard looked up from his magazine with weary eyes. Early morning post was the absolute worst! From within his booth he recognized Alene’s motorcycle. By the fringe of hazel-brown hair that escaped its female rider’s helmet he surmised that it must have been Lucia, who had run off with it earlier that week. He recognized Diana as well, who clung to her from behind.

He radioed in to the office: “We have a visitor on Alene’s bike, accompanied by Diana. I believe the visitor might be Fernandez, Lucia.”

After a moment the rider took off her helmet and waved to the security guard. “Confirmed identity of the rider. Is Lucia still allowed in?”

“Sure,” said a firm and confident woman at the other end of the line. “I don’t think that’s Diana though.”

“Uhm, with all due respect Miss Dennis, I can verify that it is.”

“Well, if you say so. Let them both in.”

With the push of a button he parted the wire fence gate.

“Aha,” Lucia whispered. “I knew we’d fool them. They probably think I’m just coming back to work.”

“And that Diana felt like hitching a ride with you, I’m sure.” Sibyl squeezed herself closer to her as they rolled deeper into the compound. She didn’t quite like the place, and returning to it gave her dark feelings. To be again in the vicinity of the other niğde escort goddesses put her at unease.

They parked the bike and dismounted. “Act natural,” Lucia said. “Like this is your home.”

“Right.” Sibyl swallowed her fear and reminded herself of the vengeance that was to be wrought. It was her time to shine. “Let’s kick some butt.”

They casually walked inside.

A couple human employees were present in the lobby but for the most part it and the halls attached to it were empty. “Looks like we timed this well. Everyone’s in bed or having their breakfast. Let’s make this a smooth operation. Come this way…”

The hallway stretched on and on. Lucia was beginning to hold her bag close – its contents were crucial to their plan, and the lab was growing near. Sibyl felt a growing rush of excitement. Their infiltration had gone smoothly so far, but she was ready for anything and willing to make it a fight.

Finally Lucia stopped at the doorway to the lab. “Here’s hoping they didn’t change the passcode… Ah. They didn’t.” The lock clicked open with a soft beep. Lucia reached into her bag and took out a pair of spray bottles. “The samples should be in the incubator. We’ll spray them down with this acid dilution and then get the hell out.”

Sibyl took her bottle and sniffed the nozzle. “Vinegar? That should do the job. Let’s go.”

At once they burst into the lab. Lucia headed straight for the incubator, with Sibyl close behind. It was empty and powered down.

“Ah. Not here.” They shared a sinking feeling as they realized their plan probably wasn’t going to go as expected. “Let’s spread out – they might already be at some other stage in the process. The samples will be in petri dishes.”

Lucia was methodically checking every machine, every refrigerator, for signs of Alene’s work, but all the equipment she checked was inactive. “Fucking hell,” she hoarsely whispered. “Where are they?”

“Ah, Lucy. I think I found them. Come here.”

She jogged over to Sibyl’s side. She was standing in front of a garbage bin, which was full of the little plastic petri dishes. They were still wet, and smelled faintly of bleach. “What… They… Did it themselves?”

“I’m afraid so,” Marla said.

Sibyl and Lucia spun around to face the doorway, where Marla stood with her arms folded beneath her bust, dressed in a velvety purple bathrobe. She appeared amused. They were agog.

“Oh, don’t freak out, darlings! I’m not going to bite. Why don’t you come over here.”

With a sigh of disappointment Lucia calmly did so, and after a hesitant moment Sibyl, trying to settle her fight-or-flight impulses, did the same.

“You’ve destroyed the samples.”

“That’s correct,” Marla said. “And I assume you and Sibyl came to do the same? How heroic!”

“Heroic, you say,” replied Lucia. “We were sure we committing a crime, or in my case some sort of treason.”

“Ah, yes, well, it’s times like this when a little communication would have come in handy! If you’d just explained yourself before you ran off with my daughter’s bike, we could have talked this over and gone about this together…”

Alene walked in. Dressed in a comfy t-shirt and jeans with her hair dishevelled, it looked like she’d only gotten out of bed minutes prior. She was calm and didn’t appear to be too surprised by the sight of Lucia or Sibyl. “Hey.”

“So what convinced you that the samples should be destroyed,” Sibyl asked. At her speaking up Marla smiled softly and looked her up and down, amused to see her dressed to fully duplicate the eldest of her daughters.

“As soon as Alene explained to me that Lucia had spoken about this with spirits during her deep sleep, I knew something had to be done. Elder goddesses speak to you during those dreams, offering you the wisdom you’ll need once you awaken to your new life. If one of my scientists is told by them that all cloning must be aborted, then we comply.”

“I’m sorry it had to be this way,” Lucia said, turning to Alene.

“I am too.” She gave an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders. “But it is what it is.”

“I suppose filling the new planet with clones would have been too easy,” Marla said. “It seems as always, for our kind, the path must be difficult. And that makes you, Sibyl, the only clone that will exist.”

She nodded. “I guess at least in that respect I can be unique.”

“So does this bring you to plan B with the new planet?” Lucia said.

Alene and Marla both grimaced and glanced sorrily at each other. “Uh, yes. Sadly, it does,” Alene said. “It seems we will have to allow… humans… to share the glory of colonization with us.”

“Though if your tenure with us has been any indication, certain humans can be depended on to do good work.” Their looks softened slightly.

“I learned from the best,” Lucia said.

The mother and daughter nodded, and each traded quick glances at Sibyl. The clone stayed silent, though she began to blush. Do they know?

“So Lucia, now that you’re like us I foresee greater opportunities for you within the company. You and Alene can be equals now, each with labs and assistants of your own.”

“That sounds like an amazing offer!” Lucia looked to Sibyl, who was in turn looking back at her, wondering how she would respond. “But… I think I might have to decline.”

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