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The Power Within – Part 1

Introduction
Thunder rolls over the mountain tops and lightening tears the sky. Below this turmoil, a duel rages. Two figures vie in hand-to-hand combat. Sparks intervene in the blackness when lightening is not. One figure stands tall and erect and delivers murderous blows upon the smaller yet quicker figure. Dark clouds billow and the wind whistles thru the cracks in the walls of a nearby castle.
Inside, little Princess Colleen, awakened by the storm, approaches her father’s room. Her mother had died only two years before, from a bout of pneumonia, she had been told, so her father was now her comforter. Climbing on his bed, she finds it empty. She waits, thinking that he might have gone to get a midnight snack, wine and cheese, his favourite. After some time, Colleen gets up to search for him.
For a moment, the thunder stills and Colleen hears a new noise outside the window. The sound of steel striking steel. Slowly, she creeps to the window and peers out. To her horror, she sees her father run thru by a giant man, who after striking, retreats into the Western Wood. With maturity beyond her eight years, Colleen keeps herself from losing control, but quickly descends the stairs and rushes out of the castle gates thru the howling winds and drenching rain to her father’s side. She sees that he is bleeding. Kneeling on the ground, Colleen finally lets her guard down and, weeping, buries her face into her father’s neck.
In reverence of the scene, the wind and the thunder quiet. Slowly opening his eyes, the king whispers into her ear,
“Daughter, listen to me. Many years ago the man who has mortally wounded me served with me under the reigning king. He and I both loved the woman who was your mother. She was a powerful sorceress. When I married her, Lord Fallin was furious and sought revenge. He raped and murdered your mother hoping to steal her magic. However, when you were born, her magic passed on to you. He has since learned of your existence. You must learn to harness the magic to protect your kingdom. If Fallin gains it, he will use it to enslave the world to do his bidding. Take this necklace, and protect it with your life. It holds the key to your heart. Also, take this dagger. One day, it will save you. Now, leave me. Discover your magic. I love you.”
Through tear and rain blinded eyes Colleen finally got the necklace clasped behind her head. Sobbing, she screamed, “No! Father, you will not die. You will be better on the morrow. Please… please… don’t leave me like mother did…..I love you, too, daddy.”
 10 years laterThe Dream
Colleen awoke with a start. Her breasts heaved as she caught her breath. With one hand, she clasped her father’s pendant which hung ever-present about her neck. She had had another nightmare, relived the terrible night of her father’s murder. She couldn’t sleep. Not now. She was covered in a cold sweat, her heart racing, with the images still vivid in her mind. She remembered the rain upon her skin, the feel of her father’s blood on her fingers. Just now, she looked at her hands to remind herself that it was only a dream.
Colleen decided to draw a bath and relax before trying to fall back asleep. Although their servant quarters were a good distance from her own chambers, Colleen was careful not to wake them. Every sound echoed in this wretched castle.
She lit a candle and crept to the kitchen where she retrieved a wash tub and the pot of water that was kept by the fire. She poured the steaming liquid into the tub and breathed in the vapor. She slipped off her white lace nightgown to reveal that she was no longer a little girl.
Her soft, elegantly arched feet flowed smoothly upward into finely-toned, tan legs. Her hips were wide in her maturity and contrasted beautifully with her well-groomed, virgin womanhood that smelled faintly of apples. Her stomach was slender, her rump round and tight. Her magnificently firm breasts stood outward, and as the misty, cool air struck them, her delectable nipples began to harden. Her thin neck held her head high, a head which displayed dazzling features as well – pearly white teeth, full lips, a softly pointed nose, and two shimmering emerald eyes. From the top of her head flowed a cascade of thick, brown hair that fell to the floor and covered her like a robe.
Setting a towel near the iron tub, Colleen lowered herself in. She was so tense after her frightful dream, that when she entered the water, her body immediately became rigid. Colleen was startled as she felt the muscles between her legs start contracting. She began to shake uncontrollably. It felt so good. She had never experienced such a burst of passion, and it worried her for a minute, but writhing in ecstasy, she let the warm water easy away her tension as she flooded the water with a white fluid.

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The Unconscious Model

The Unconscious Model
She stood on tiptoe next to the wall, the lines of her smooth, tanned skin broken only a pair of white lace panties and a matching bra. The brunette was young, in her mid twenties with pretty blue eyes hidden of late by a heavy cloth blindfold that wound over her ears and behind her head where it was knotted neatly in place. Her arms were bound above her with a pair of shiny, velvet covered handcuffs. The handcuffs were looped over a metal drain pipe and snapped around each wrist, then a single strand of thin cord served to keep her hands together. Although she was fairly tall as females go, the pipe was far enough above her that she could do little more than get a couple of bare toes to touch the cold tile floor at any one time. The effect that her up-stretched arms had on her torso was quite interesting, keeping her shoulders together and forcing her head forward slightly, leaving her dark, disheveled hair to drape down her neck like a silken mane.
She remained unconscious from her earlier transport, her head sagging forward, mouth agape in slumber. The effect was not altogether unlike that of a fettered angel, bound and beautiful. Even with her lace bra in place, her full breasts hung down, drawn up and thrust outward like the work of art that they were. Young and firm she had a great body and her cleavage suited her anatomy well. Arms tied above her, shoulders drawn up, lovely breasts straining against her resisting bra, each of her ribs was defined under her supple skin, the tissue a shade whiter where it it was stretched ever so slightly over her ribs. Her abdomen hinted at an athletic lifestyle, her tummy muscles forming small, sensual bumps that orbited her navel and led on to her hips.
Hanging as she was, legs together, it gave her pose an almost provocative appeal, as though her very form were teasing from across the room. The white lace panties rode the definition of her hips, up and over the way only elegant lingerie can, then down between her thighs to the inviting bump of most intimate skin below. From across the room the angles of the folds of skin concealed beneath were evident, a hint at what lay beneath. All in all, this hanging piece of artwork was as lovely as she was sensual. It was almost a shame to rouse her. Almost.
A hand was laid with near reverence on her thigh, the side of a finger brushing the supple skin, then retreating. She remained static, the only other sound in the room that of her even breathing. It was interesting to observe the way certain sedatives worked, each person reacted differently, some individuals would remain unconscious for hours, other no more than one. It seemed to depend on the amount of pain killers and over the counter prescriptions the subject took, but it made for an interesting study nonetheless. A hand gently lifted her chin to admire her clean, European facial features, her full lips and French nose. Once he allowed her head to fall forward again her mouth sagged open once more.
He moved to the tripod across the room, steadying the camera and zooming out for a full body shot, then in for a close up of her torso. He had to admit that he was proud of his latest model, if model she could be called. He had met the girl in a club earlier than evening and guided the events to following with precise care. Her drink had been drugged with just the right amount to slowly induce drowsiness, and he had ingratiated himself enough to earn the privilege to walk her to her room. Once the drug had swung into play it had been a simple matter to redirect the elevator to a different room on a different floor and she had made little protest when they arrived at a different room. In fact, before the door closed behind him she had begun to stumble despite her best efforts to maintain her balance.
He had carried his prize to the bed and gently shucked off her trappings, a small cocktail dress and a pair of elegant high heels. Once the pantyhose were removed he had set about trussing up the hapless girl, and moments ago had completed his work to his great satisfaction. Guiding the ceiling tile he had removed from the bathroom ceiling out of the cameras viewfinder, he snapped another couple of pictures. As much as he liked working with conscious models, he often found that unconscious ones offered a better view, and less in the way of complaint. He also found he had to pay them substantially less than those than remained self aware. His website contained many photos of such girls, lying nude on couches, at tables, across floors, and especially in bed.
He had become quite good at finding the right girl with the right physique and ridding her of her inhibitions with a deft move near a wine glass. In fact, he made quite a living off the proceeds of his members who enjoyed similar pleasures. He had once succeeded in rendering four girls unconscious at a party in one evening, and managed to photograph all of them in what had become known as the slumber party. He smiled at the memory, moved his tripod and took another picture. Satisfied that he had captured that angle successfully, he walked over to her and reached around the sleeping beauty, removing her strapless bra gingerly. Tossing it onto the floor out of camera shot, he stepped back to admire the way her firm, full breasts hung free.
Knowing she wouldn’t mind, he caress first one and then the other of the young woman’s bosoms. Having satisfied the desire momentarily, he then returned to his camera, his penis having hardened a great deal in the process. Removing the camera from the tripod he circled the girl, catching her full body, then torso from different sides and angles being sure not to miss a vantage point. Her panties followed suit, and he let them fall until they hung over the velvet covered handcuffs that held her unresisting ankles together. Somehow the effect made the scene all the more erotic, and he got close ups of her bare ankles. Once he was sure that he had succeeded in getting the best of that pose, he returned the camera to its stand locked it into place.
Using the key in his pocket he unfastened one side of her handcuffs, supporting her as she dropped limply against him. Picking her up he carried his bare, unsuspecting model out of the bathroom and over to the bed. Stooping he rolled her gently onto her stomach where she lay motionless, a tiny spot of drool tingeing the corner of her mouth. He returned with the camera and snapped a few pictures, posing her this way and that, first on her side, then her back. Leaving the handcuffs around her ankles he pulled her feet up and spread her legs wide nonetheless. He leaned down to get a close up of her finely trimmed vaginal hair, spreading the lips of her vagina to reveal the delicate folds of skin beyond.
The tiniest snore escaped her lips as he lifted her arms over her head, snapping the velvet handcuffs back into place between the hardwood slats in the headboard. He took several pictures from different angles, especially above her in that position. She looked very inviting, naked and unresponsive, her most intimate anatomy exposed to the one sharp eye of his high dollar camera. The luckless female shivered in the cool air of the bedroom, but remained sound asleep. He was forced to pause his photo shoot when his penis began to push against his pants hard enough to make him adjust his inseam. Guiding her mouth further open with a thumb placed gently on her chin he leaned over to give her a slow, opened mouthed kiss that she of course did not return.
He tasted the flavor of her lips slowly, as though sampling an aged wine and nodded approvingly. His sleeping beauty had definitely been worth the effort. Removing the ballgag from his travel tote he guided it into her awaiting, impassive mouth. Lifting her head a little he wrapped the straps behind her head and fastened them into place securely. Now she lay naked on her back, blindfolded with a ballgag clenched firmly between her numb lips. He felt his penis harden further immediately, and knew that he was going to enjoy this one a great deal.
A half dozen rolls of film later and he had worked her back and forth across the bed, through various, innumerable poses and caresses that left him low on film, but high on lust. Putting the equipment away in its tote under the bed he removed all of her bonds and made sure they were similarly out of sight. Now minus even the panties around her ankles he began to fondle her bare breasts, sucking on them each in turn the way he would a long time lovers. She remained just as indifferent to his advances as she had an hour ago, but that did not slow him in the least. He continued to caress, to trace and probe her wonderful form as though he had found some ancient and only recently discovered treasure, and it were his alone. For the moment, at least, she was.
Spreading her legs he massaged the tiny rift in her crotch slowly, carefully, making sure to arouse her sleeping anatomy even if she were not conscious to enjoy it. Once she had been sufficiently moistened he brushed her labia apart and pressed the head of his throbbing penis against the yielding skin beyond. Still submerged in her unsolicited sleep aid she lay perfectly still as he thrust slowly, gently into her. Her vagina was warm and he pushed her legs further apart, taking hold of her bare hips and tugging her closer. Thrusting slowly, smoothly he pulled out a little and repeated the process, knowing that her vagina would rapidly respond to his presence as only it could. Having sex with an unconscious woman was a unique thing, he had to admit.
Unlike a conscious woman who moved under you, encouraged your presence, and tended to wrap her long legs around you, this young lady did nothing of the sort. Instead she lay there, breathing evenly at a time when any other woman would have been panting and gasping with desire. Turning her head toward him he kissed her unresponsive lips and thrust again, and again. Pulling out of her he rolled her onto her tummy, lifting her just enough to move a set of pillows under her naked midsection. Pulling her ass up to make it an easier target he guided his fully erect cock back into her vagina, sighing and closing his eyes at the feeling. Squeezing her legs together he wrapped his left hand around her belly and thrust hard and fast, knowing that as wet as she had gotten there was no danger of hurting her.
Keeping her limp body more or less directly in front of him he continued his thrusting, reaching under her and fondling her full breasts until he felt his orgasm coming hard and fast. Pulling out quickly he held his throbbing member long enough for the feeling to subside and then thrust again, wanting to savor the moment before allowing himself to cum inside her. Pulling out again he hopped off the bed and swung her around so that her legs hung over the side and her bottom was turned upward. Standing behind her on the floor he thrust again, pounding the sleeping beauty before him as hard and fast as he liked, after all, she wouldn’t mind. He started to pull out again but didn’t make it in time and suddenly his pelvis was bucking erratically in a rhythm-less orgasm that left him panting and weak in the knees. He waited a long time before pulling out of the young woman and flopping on the bed beside her, knowing he needed to get her under the covers before he allowed himself the luxury of falling asleep.
She awoke slowly, eyes fluttering, pupils trying to focus in the faint light that made it in through the blinds across the room. He watched as her eyes focused on him and her mouth twisted upward in a slow, ready smile.
“Did you have a good sleep?” He asked, returning her smile.
“Yea, I did.” She stretched, “Must have been some night we had, but I’m sorry to say I don’t remember a thing.”
“You were pretty out of it.” He agreed, tracing a slow circle on her bare shoulder. “But I can’t complain about the company. You really were something.”
“The way I feel, it must have been something pretty spectacular.” She smiled coyly, turning under the covers so that she was facing him. Her hand found its way to his side and she moved forward to kiss him. “Do you mind taking the time to remind me?”

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Do Cowboys Wear Their Boots In Bed?

It all started the summer Kate turned 17. Her father had hired a new ranch hand for the farm. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life. Dean was at least 6’5″, really well built, with slightly long sunbleached blonde hair and eyes so blue the sky paled in comparrison.
Kate was quite beautiful, she was only 5′ tall but what she lacked in stature she more than made up for othewise. She was muscular from working the farm since she could walk, but not in a boyish way. Her face was cute with a button nose and dark green eyes. Her breasts were a firm 34C, with a slim waist and larger bulb for an ass. She had freckles over her shoulders and face on her pale skin, and all the men on the ranch watched her with hard ons constantly.
She never paid attention to any of them or the boys at school…she couldnt stand them drooling on her and had never gone far enough with them to give them a chance to see her nicely shaved pussy. Until the day HE came into her life.
It was Deans first month on the farm and they hadn’t really seen eachother much let alone peak to one another. So it was with some surprise when she heard him say from behind her. “Kate??? Your father said I should come out to the barn and help you muck out the stables.” “Oh..ok, you finished with the fence I take it?” “Yeah it was no big deal” They worked in silence for the next hour.
“It’s getting to be about lunch time…Dean would you like to have lunch with me?” “That would be nice” Kate went back up to the house to get lunch for them, hoping her parents wouldn’t notice how flushed she was. She’d never been so attracted to a man before, and had never ever asked one to have lunch (or anything else for that matter) with her.
She grabbed a basket from the kitchen and threw food into it. Then ran to the linen closet to grab a blanket for them to sit on. When she got back to the barn Dean was just finishing the last stall. He had taken off his shirt and his body was rippling muscles as he raked out the stall in long strokes. She felt her pulse race and felt a wetness begin to grow between her legs she never had felt before.
“I…ummm. got our lunch, and I grabbed a blanket to sit on” she stammered out “I thought we could eat up in the loft.” “Okay sounds good to me, just let me clean up a little. I’m all sweaty.” “I can see that” she thought to herself, her pulse quickening again. She watched as he went over to the hose and turn on the spikket. She licked her lips as the water washed over his well tanned chest running down his body to soak is jeans.
Dean could see Kate watching him out of the corner of his eye and purposely took his time. He would’nt normally wash up before eating lunch but he could see how excited she was getting when she walked in and he was raking out the stall. He thought she was cute and wanted to start something with her.
They climbed up into the loft, and while Kate layed out the blanket and food Dean started taking off his jeans. “What are you doing????” Kate asked. “They got so soaked when I washed off I can’t sit down in them” “Oh ok” she turned half away while he slipped his jeans off completely.
They sat down and started eating lunch. As the conversation flowed she realized that they had alot in common. He too was shy in school, he was now 24. They liked most of the same country stars and read alot of the same books. When they finished eating Dean slid over closer to her so that their thighs were just about touching. They continued talking, and Dean knew no more work would get done that day. He had to have this girl, he wanted to be the first to penetrate that virgin mound.
“Kate, just wanted you to know I’ve been watching you. I see how the other guys look at you, all they want to do is get in your pants and brag to eachother about it.” “Yeah I know…it’s been that way since I was 14, that’s when these showed” she pointed to her chest indicating her breasts. “Dad has fired more men in the last 3 yrs than have worked here my whole life.” “Do you think he would fire me if I kissed you” “N-n-o, cause you’re not some old geezer, he actually told me he was hoping I’d find a nice boy like you.”
Dean reached over touching her cheek softly with the back of his hand allowing his fingers to open and cup her chin. Leaning toward eachother kissing, his tongue flitted out and licked her lips. As she parted them his tongue darted into her mouth. She had never been kissed like this and returned his kiss with passion.
Soon he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, his erection rubbing on her leg. She jumped back a little. He blushed, “Sorry it’s only cause you’re so sexy, you’re kisses are turning me on” “It’s okay…can I see it?” she asked shyly. “Oh my god” thought as he pulled his underwear off and his cock sprang free. He could see the shock on her face at his 8 1/2″ cock.
“Can I touch it?” Kate asked “Mmm hmm” was all he could reply.
She reached over tentatively wrapping her hand around him. “Kate you realize this is very unfair” “What do you mean?” “Well, you’ve seen me…and I would like to see you too.” Her hands shaking a little she reach down and pulled her tank top over her head, Dean could see her already hardening nipples through her thin cotton bra. She stood up and leaning on the railing pulled off her boots, the slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans sliding them over her ample hips te reveal a white cotton thong.
As she reached behind her to unhook her bra Dean stood up and walked over to her stopping her hands. Kissing her he reached her bra hooks and un did them himself, pulling her against him reaching down and cupping one ass cheek in his hand. She moaned at this as he let his fingers slide between her legs from behind rubbing her pussy lips throught the barely there fabric.
He slid his hands up her hips, allowing them to slide under the thin straps of her thong, and glised them off her body. It was his turn to gasp as he saw her clean shaven mound. He looked her over approvingly, then smiled at her. “You’re even more sexy than I dreamed, and I did dream sweet thing.”
They resumed kissing, and slowly sank onto the blanket over the hay. His hand found it’s way to her breast, massaging it slowly. Then he let his lips take over…taking one nipple into his move sucking on it feeling it harden in his mouth. His hand led a delberate path down her body caressing to the sweet spot between her legs. At first she wouldnt allow him passage there. Then as her excitement built from the exploration of his lips on her tits, her legs parted a bit. Just enough for him to get his fingers on her lips. He slowly let his fingers worked until her legs were spread wide open and so was her pussy lips. His fingers slid up and down concentrating on her clit lit she moaned, then sliding down he inserted one finger into her. She was so tight, he couldnt believe it. He started to slowly finger fuck her. She was writhing around moaning, and he knew whatever inhibitions she may have had were now gone.
He kissed and licked his way down her body, never stopping his finger fucking, letting his thumb brush her clit with ever third thrust in. He positined himself in front of her spreading her legs a little further apart before kneeling down and taking her clit into his mouth. She gasped and he could feel her tense up a bit, but the probing of his tongue now going inside her pussy hole pushed her over the edge for her first climax. He could taste her cum, it was sweet as honey. He continued to eat her out until she climaxed two more times. Then getting up, all the while she was thrusting her hips in the air from the absence of his mouth, he lowered himself over her. Pushing the head of his cock into her, just a little.
He saw the shock in her eyes, “it’s ok. I’ll go slow…just a little at time.” “But it’s gonna hurt” “Just at first, but after it will feel good…trust me” He slowly pushed his throbbing member further into her just touching her hymen. Letting her adjust, he started rubbing her clit to help her excitment build once again. Then pushed through her cherry. She cried out and he hushed her with a kiss. Once his penis was all the way inside her tightness he pulled out to just the head, then thrust in back slowly. He did this until he felt her hip pushing back.
He began pushing harder and faster. “Oh god Kate, you feel so good, so tight and wet.” She moaned again and he could feel her start to shudder as her second cum of the day hit her. “Dean…oh Dean…fuck me…make me cum again.” He grabbed her legs pulling them up onto his shoulders and rammed into as hard as he could, pushing until her head hit the bail of hay behind her. “UURRRRRRGHH! I’m gonna cummmm, Kate” Dean yelled “Yes cum inside me” Kate moaned back, with that she could feel a warm eruption inside her pussy walls.
As they both caught their breath leaning back against the bail of hay holding eachother. Dean kissed Kates forehead, cheeks, nose and then lips. Holding her close to him, he said “I don’t want you to think this was a one time thing. I intend full well to do right by you, I would hope that you would agree to be my girl” “Dean, I could never be anyone elses” “Oh and Dean, I have one question for you.” “What’s that?” “Do cowboys wear their boots in bed?” Laughing Dean replied “Only when they’re alone”
They kissed and cuddled for sometime. Having Kate so close to him naked was causing Dean to become erect again. Kate seeing this did something Dean never would have expected.
But thats a story for another time…depending on if you all want more.

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Harry Potter Evils Second Coming.

“Nothing like a nighttime stroll to give you ideas…”
Chapter 1: Free at Last
Harry opened the door to Grimmuald place, taking in the smell of the dusty odor immediately. He had not been back in his new house since their break in at the Ministry. He was immediately saddened when there was no greeting from Kreecher but he quickly shook the thoughts from his head. His mood was instantly turned when the fat lady spurred her insults out at him from her nestling up in her picture frame. This was his new home.
It was so quiet here, its usual gloom had been lifted to a much more brighter atmosphere like when Sirus had owned it. Harry added some candles and lights to the walls and had begun to remove all the oddities and eccentric things the Black family had added to the house. It was beginning to look a lot more like a home too him now. He made his way upstairs to the bedroom at the end of the hall an opened the door. This had been Siruses old room and now would be his. After hours of trying to remember certain ecantations and spells he managed to get most of all Sirus’s posters off the wall. He could not however after hours peel the one of a girl in a bright yellow bikini off the door, so he gave up.
Harry settled down in the bed and gazed up at the ceiling. He let his mind slip into deep thought, just listening to the sound of his lungs inhaling and exhaling. He had not been alone in a very long time, and it felt good for him too have some peace to himself for once. He did feel a guilt for leaving his friends alone to suffer and grieve at the Borrow for those who had been lost at war, but he had seen enough of pain and just wanted now that evil was gone have some time alone. Ginny had persisted that she come to make sure that he would be okay, but he did not let her. Harry and Ginny had not had anytime together since basically around his 6th year. They had grown farther apart since his search for the Horcruxes.
Harry did not know whether to blame it more on the inability to communicate to her while he was out searching or more to to something else. All he knew was that even with Voldemort dead and Harry free from any more responsibilities that he rather continue to just be alone than to go spend time with her at the Borrow. Maybe he had just gotten used to all that time away from her. Harry contiuned to let his mind wander as he drifted off to sleep…
Meanwhile at the Borrow…
Hermione contiuned to help Mrs. Weasley wash dishes. It seemed to her that since they had gotten back Mrs. Weasley was giving everyone things to do so that there would be no time to talk about the deaths that were on everyones mind. Hermione kept getting glances at Ron every now in then. Although they hadn’t really spoken much since leaving hogwarts. She couldnt imagine how Ron was feeling now, she had lost many friends in the war but not a brothers like Ron. She realised she had let her mind wander too much as she looked down and realised she had cracked the dish she was washing. Mrs. Weasley made notcie of this and let her go outside to get some fresh air.
Hermione made her way to the top of the hill closest to the house were Ron and… used to play quidditch. She sat down on the wet grass just looking into the sunset. She wandered if Harry was okay. She had wanted to go with him rather than stay here. She couldnt help but feel happy for him that this burden was off his shoulders even though she knew he would be focused more on the death. As she sat thinking she heard loud heavy foot steps coming from behind her, it was Ron. He sat down beside her, and put his hand on her leg. Ugh she hated the way she grabbed her leg so hard everytime he tried to cofort her, it was like he was trying to squeeze the feelings out of her. She was surprised at this thought when it enetered her head. She had began to start notcing quite a few things about Ron that were starting to annoy her.
Like last night when he had snuck down to see her while everyone else was asleep. She had been having a good dream about reading in the school library when he woke her. He immediatley without hesitant had started trying to snog her. Before she even realised what he was doing or that she was awake he had his huge tounge down her throat. Ugh she rememebered how mad she was, but it did feel good to hit him off her.
Rons hand was rubbing her leg now at her upper thigh. Hermione rolled her eyes, she didnt know if this was him actually trying to console her, or just cop a feel. Her question was immediatley answered as Ron bent o’ ver and kissed her neck. She immediatley jumped up from the ground kicked Ron in the shin and said “ Ron you are such a pig, how could you only having snogging on your mind in a time like this. After everything that has happened how could this be the only thing you care about.”
“Umm.. I thought… I… You would like..”
“No Ron shut up, I cant be here anymore your mother is driving me crazy with all these chores. And you with all this snogging. I need time to grieve Ron, this is a tough time for me and you kissing me is not helping. I think that im going to go live with my parents in Austrailia or the summer… maybe longer.”
“Hermione im sorry, please just sit back down. Your not leaving, just sit back down and kiss me it will make everything better. Or do you think maybe playing some quidditch might take your mind off it all for awhle?”
This made her lose it “Thats it Ronald! Im leaving I dont want to sit down and kiss you I want some alone time!” With that she stormed off to the house ran up to her suitcases and with a flick of her wand was packed up. She said goodbye to Mrs. Weasley and Ginny and quickly apparated off…
Chapter 2 soon…

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Anastasia the slut I always wasnted

If you haven’t read my previous story “Anastasia finally does it“. I finally got my sexy wife to strip in front of men at a club and then got her to fuck a few of them afterwards. Her name is Anastasia and mine is Jacob. We are both 22 years old and have been together for close to 6 years. She is very sexy with brown hair the most perfect perky B cup tits and a shaved pierced pussy.. She is very sexy and now very open minded.

Fantasy

Guy’s Monolouge Three: A Tale of Incest

Well I am your brother
And I am home from out on the town, and needed a shower
So I am striped naked, and hop in the shower
The water is warm and it runs over my penis and I get a bit hard
But I’m not really feeling like masturbating so I turn away and let it soften, I finish soaping and rinsing and step out
I pull on a pair of boxers
And gather up my dirty clothes and throw them into my room
I head to my sisters room to see if she’s seen one of my pairs of pants around
Her door is closed, so I knock softly, but she doesn’t answer, so I open it a bit
And I step through asking ‘hey sis…’
As I see you lying on the bed
You’re wearing a skimpy top and your nipples are obviously hard
You quickly pull the sheet up trying to cover yourself
By the look on your face it’s obvious what you were doing
In your haste you pull the sheet too far
And I can clearly see your pussy
Freshly shaven it looks like
Your lips plumped, a bit of red color to them
A glisten of your wetness reflecting the light in the room
You manage to eek out a small ‘ahhh!’ in a high pitch
As I say ‘ah, oh, sorry, I uh was gonna ask you, I should go’
But my feet don’t move
I’m staring now, quite obviously at your still visible pussy
You are apparently equally frozen, unable to finish covering yourself up
You shake yourself for a moment and in your horniness recognize I’m standing there wet from the shower
My nice upper body, still with droplets on it
My hair damp
You look down and notice my boxers
They are moving a bit
A little twitch every second or so
Your pussy gets wet thinking
I finally notice I am still standing there and look up at your face from your pussy
And see your new expression is one of interest, and lust
Being bold you ask me to come over to the bed
I realize I now am fully erect
And worse, I’m totally sticking out of my boxers
You say ‘you have a really nice head’
I look down and say ‘yeah I guess’
You motion with your arm to come over as you pull the sheet further up your body and then off to the side
I can see your flat stomach
Your little shirt is pulled up high; I see the undersides of your boobs
They look so firm and plump
Your nipples making distinct impressions through your shirt
So I walk over
And you reach your hand out to my penis
The touch of your hand is startling
It is warm
And wet
I had thought of this a hundred times
Jacking off in my bed thinking of you here in yours
Wet hand furiously going at your pussy
And now that hand is wrapped around my cock
I felt I would cum all over you right then
You roll to your side and move your head to my cock
You slip my cock back through my boxer fly as you then slide them down my legs to the floor
You say ‘I really like your cock, can I suck it?’
And I manage to reply ‘sure’
You bend your head down and extend your tongue
Licking my head
My balls twitch tight at the touch of your lips
I am looking at your fine legs
Drawing my eyes up to your wet pussy, definitely freshly shaven I can tell from this close
I reach down and draw my hand up your thigh as you spread your legs
Enticing a little moan from your cock filled mouth
Without thinking I blurt out ‘I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long’
As soon as it comes out I’m afraid of what I just said
I shouldn’t’ have said that
I shouldn’t be here; you shouldn’t have my cock in your mouth
And we both shouldn’t like it so much
You take your head of my cock; lick your lips and say, ‘well I’ve wanted you inside me for a while now too’
I blush at the thought
You remove your shirt completely
And I sit down on the bed and reach over to feel your breasts
I had seen them in bras and through shirts since they were just budding
They were just perfect
They were warm and soft to the touch
I run my hands all over them
You reach over and start stroking my cock up and down in your hand
I say ‘can I’ while my hand reaches for your pussy
You nod your head
I reach down and feel your hard little clit
My fingers continue down your pussy lips
You are so fucking wet it makes me harder
I rub my fingers over your wet lips getting my fingers wet, as I take one and find your opening and press it in a bit
You make a little gasping noise and I press further
My fingers now reaching deep inside you
As far as they can go
And you say ‘oh god yes, fuck me’
So I start to pull them out and thrust them in
Your hips start pushing into my hand and your hand goes faster over my cock
You contort your body so you can get my cock into your mouth
As I finger fuck you all I hear is a muffled
Mmm, hmm, hmm, hmm as I fuck my fingers into you
You move your tongue around the underside of my shaft while I feel my head against the back of your throat
This has to be the best most exciting sex I’ve ever had
I think you are just the hottest thing I’ve ever seen naked, much less done anything sexual with
I finger fuck you and think I’ve ruined the moment when I realize you are cumming
I say ‘oh I’m so sorry’
And you tell me ‘keep going!’
So I do, and you quickly orgasm again
And I just think ‘holy shit!’
None of my other girl friends had ever been able to do that…
You tell me to wait a minute; you’re really sensitive right now as you try to catch your breath
In a moment you look at me with deep sultry eyes of wanting and say, fuck me now, please
How can I say no
I say ‘but what about…’ and trail off
You say ‘its okay, I’m on birth control’
My mind eased I get on the bed and straddle in-between your legs which you’ve now raised up, feet on the bed, as I position myself between your legs
You grab a pillow and throw it under your ass and hips, lifting you up, my hard cock bouncing as I move forward
I see your pussy, engorged, lips spread wide, you’re vaginal opening exposed to me
And I think ‘this is it, I’m going to actually fuck my little sister’
You say ‘please, fuck me. I really want you to fuck me. Now.’
Almost begging
I press forward, my cock head pressing against you
You press forward as I do the same, my cock finally sliding into you
So tight
I don’t know, I don’t think so, but damn if you don’t feel like a virgin
My cock has no choice but to dive deep inside you
Your warmth encompassing it
You head flung back
Hair a mess, all over the place
Your tits pointed
I reach forward and grab them
As I bend down and lick around one of your nipples and you say ‘fuck yes, fuck me’
And I slowly undulate my hips forward and back, my pubic area grinding against your clit
My penis coming part way out of your, then sliding back in
The pussy juices evaporating a bit, making my cock and balls feel a bit cool in the night air
I look up to see you looking at me, we lock eyes and you ask me to fuck you harder
So I put my back straight and grab under you knees
You lift your legs up in the air, legs spread wide to the ceiling, and I start thrusting into you
Your moaning grows heavy
Your breath short
My cock now pounding into you
I hear as you take a deep gasping breath and hold it
‘OOH OOOOOHHHH’ you cry
As I feel your pussy clamp down on my cock in waves
‘Fuck me! FUCK ME!’ you cry
As I return to thrusting into you, faster than before
My effort is met with cries of ‘yes yes, yes yes!’
As I get into it and start grunting a bit with each thrust
My balls now making a satisfying thwack sound against your pussy soaked taint
I pull one of your legs over in front of me, and press them together, you rolled on your side a bit, legs out front
Your pussy lips are now squished together nicely showing through your legs to me
As I move forward again to press home my cock into you again
You say ‘fuck yes. Do me. Hard. Really, really hard’
I had heard you a few times when you masturbated, and gotten really hard
Even had to join you
And I had heard you be pretty loud
But nothing like this
You have wild eyes
A desire and fire I had never seen in my kid sis before
She must have been telling the truth when she said she wanted this
I keep fucking you as you come again, your pussy squeezing my cock
The sensations unbelievable
You tell me to cum
That you want me to cum inside of you
To fill you up with my cum
At this point I can’t argue I’m speechless, my balls aching to squirt my man seed inside my sisters twat
She reaches back to the head board and grabs it
Stretching her tits and stomach out further
This view I cannot stand
‘AaarRRGgghhhhh’ I cry as my first spasm of spunk squirts out of me
3 more big spasms
As my cock head gets very sensitive, pins of touch shoot up my spine
As I try to just remain still as another 4 spasms of cum squirt and then ooze out of me
‘Omg sis’ I say
You say ‘that was great’
I pull out of you
And watch a bit of cum drizzle out
Somewhat confused and overwhelmed I ask ‘now what?’
You say, lay behind me and hold me
So I lay down my still partly hard cock, pressed against your ass
My hand wraps over your shoulder and fondles your tit again
They really are great
My head next to hers I whisper, ‘I love you sis’
A wise ass, she says, ‘I know.’ matter of factly

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