Consensual Sex

Fantasy

Promises of the Wishing Moon

Seven years after her last dream of the fairy prince Conlan, Elizabeth travels with friends to England to visit the fables site of Avalon, Glastonbury Tor. What happens when she passes beneath the Tor changes her life for the better.

Fantasy

A Ghostly Haunting-Chapter Eleven

Ashley helps Vicky with her morning chores around the Ranch, when the horny couple just help but have some more fun. Then to their Surprise The ghost Samantha finally appears before them for fun too.

Fantasy

Jay and Faith (Chapter 4: Springbreak, part 1)

Jay is a high school teacher who loves his students and has some extra cirricular activities with them outside of school. In this chapter Jay takes Faith, his favorite student with him to the beach for springbreak after her plans with friends fall through.

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Finally Helen

Matt checked his hair in the mirror one last time. After some further modification, he finally gave up. He wasn’t particularly vain about such things but wanted it to look passable at least. He had been looking forward to tonight for weeks however and wasn’t about to let a lack of pretentiously messy hair spoil his spirits.
With that in mind, he turned off the light in the bathroom and made his way to the dark window at the front of the flat looking out over the small carpark below. He checked his watch – 9.00 exactly. At that very moment a taxi pulled into the lot. Helen emerged from it, breezing to the communal front door and ringing the buzzer. He made his way downstairs and cracked the door slightly.
“We don’t want any. Piss off…” he mumbled.
She laughed out loud, “Well I’m afraid my taxi’s gone so you’ll have to let me in. I’ve nowhere else to go.”
Matt opened the door up to greet her standing there on the front step bathed in the yellow light from the street lamp. She was wearing a long black winter jacket, her hair newly cut and styled with a long fringe sweeping across her wide forehead, her cheeky grin playing on her lips. She looked very, very pretty.
Helen stepped inside and he put his arms around her in an embrace. She reciprocated and they stood for an appropriate amount of time in each other’s arms. He breathed her in, his face in her hair. She had been wearing the same perfume for years – he’d never actually thought to ask the brand – and she smelled amazing.
“I’m glad you could make it’ he said. “You really bailed me out. We’ll have fun tonight”
“That’s cool. I’m looking forward to mixing it with all you rich lawyers.”
He shrugged. “You’ll have to sit with my bosses for that. My pauper status remains unchanged.”
Matt led her up the stairs and showed her into the den.
“Want a drink while I finish getting ready?” he offered.
“No thanks, I won’t get started so early” she said with a smirk and a wink.
He retreated to his bedroom and pulled on his jacket and attempted to attend to his tie. One of the girls in work had shown him how it worked but he had promptly forgotten and emerged with a baleful look on his face.
“Give me a hand will you?”
Helen giggled and stood up from the sofa to turn her capable fingers to his aid.
“You look good” she said, “very handsome.”
“As do you, though I’ve haven’t had a proper look yet. Give a guy a treat.”
She opened her coat to reveal a black, wispy cocktail dress that ran airily to just above her knee. A plunging neckline accentuated her small, firm breasts without making her look like a slut, the small mole visible on her sternum revealing the lack of a bra. Her long slim legs looked as smooth as silk and she stood in a pair of expensive looking strappy high heels with small jewels running up the central section.
“Ta da!” she grinned. Matt gulped and then smiled also.
“You look good most of the time but I can confidently say I’ve never seen you more beautiful.”
He meant it and she took the compliment bashfully, looking away and giggling a “thanks” before closing her coat and saying:
“Will we go?”
She really was doing him a favour. He’d been with his firm for four years now but had only recently gained entry to his grad school. As such he was required to take more of a role in professional society events. His boss had leaned on him to attend one such event and to bring a date. Lacking both the motivation and the girl, he had finally turned to his old friend. Fresh from a surprisingly clean break-up from her boyfriend, Helen needed cheering up and he viewed a glammed-up, night on the town as just the tonic.
Friends for almost a decade, Matt had always harboured certain romantic and sexual urges towards her. In school, she had been the ridiculously smart girl who got the best grades without flaunting her brilliance. Not necessarily blessed with dazzling beauty to speak of, she nevertheless maintained a sexy, exterior that was tempered by her quiet intelligence and enhanced by an unpretentious streak that made her extremely appealing to any male with a hint of maturity.
And what a body. Tall and sleek, she possessed long, flawless legs, a lean, toned figure and a tight, round ass one could probably bounce a coin on. Her breasts were indeed small but they suited her under-played, sexually confident aura that suggested the feel and warmth of her tits, rather than any monstrous men’s magazine cup size, were worth the wait.
Her allure continued through university; her blossoming, womanly figure and elegant manners drawing admiring glances in clubs and bars. On one occasion, she had Matt to her house where she lived while studying. Called away to help a room-mate with an errand, he was left in her room to wait for her return. The smell of her perfume hung in the air and eventually his eyes fell upon her open underwear drawer. Realistic enough to realise that any horny 20 year old in the same position would be just as quick to have a look, Matt discovered a heady mix of thongs, bras and negliges; skimpy, sheer and dripping with an erotic promise that made his head swim. He felt like a voyeur but at the same time his image of Helen developed into that of a fully formed, sexually confident and active female. From then on, he looked at her differently, checked her out when in her company, smirked when she bent over to reveal a black string or pink triangle running temptingly back down into her jeans. She became a permanent fixture in his fantasies. The fact that she was so damned sexy while also being someone Matt was regularly around meant that in his mind’s eye at least, she was a unquestionably incredible lay. There were other girls for him of course, those who had driven him crazy and he felt no particular desire for anything long-term with Helen but as they stood on the street waiting for the cab he felt a thrill with this very lovely woman on his arm.
They left the event reasonably early. While she was nowhere approaching drunk, she was certainly tipsy.
Matt collapsed on his couch and motioned for her to do the same. Helen promptly fell into the space beside him and threw her legs on his lap. Slightly taken aback by the rather pleasant development he closed his eyes and dozed off. He woke maybe 5 mins later and saw that she’d done the same. He slowly stroked her left leg. It was cold from the night air but smooth. He looked up at her and after a couple of seconds she opened her eyes and smiled.
“Sorry”, he said sheepishly.
“Don’t apologise” she whispered, “it’s nice.”
He slid his hand further up her leg, resting it on her knee. He looked at her again. There was a faint smile on her lips, almost daring him to try his luck. He did. He moved his fingers up under the hem of her skirt onto her thigh and then bent down to place his lips on the exposed flesh. He caressed the area lightly with his tongue before looking to her again for further approval. She was no longer smiling but instead wore a serious expression that he almost mistook for annoyance until she levered herself up and slid effortlessly into a stradle around on his waist.
Matt looked into her blue eyes. He reached up and ran his fingers through her soft brown hair, sweeping some from her across her face. Even as his other hand rested on her upper thigh and the warmth of her snatch pressed against the growing bulge at his groin, he still needed to be sure.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
She leaned in and kissed him lightly, her perfume sending his head spinning slightly, “Yes I do. Absolutely.”
He needed little further encouragement. Nor did Helen. He rested his nose and mouth on the smooth strip of skin showing between her breasts. Again, he lightly kissed her, breathing her in as he made his way up towards her neck. She leaned her head back allowing him full range and at the same time moved his right hand onto her left thigh and up under her dress to her waist. Matt traced his fingers around what felt like a thong to her ass which he then gripped and pulled her towards his groin. She kissed him then, passionately, grabbing his lower lip in her teeth.
“Take your dress off. I want you naked on me,” Matt whispered. As she reached behind to unzip herself, he groped at her rear again and he felt the material of her thong graze his trousers. Helen peeled away the dress to her waist exposing breasts that Matt had been dreaming about for years. They were beautiful. Petite yet nicely formed, her erect nipples invited him. He massaged them hungrily with his hands, pushing them together and running his tongue up the newly formed cleavage.
Matt took the initiative and laid Helen on her back. He slid off the rest of her gown and stopped for a second to admire the almost naked woman before him. It was strange to see a face he knew so well on top of a body that he was only beginning to discover. Her bright blue eyes danced, as she read his thoughts. His fingers crept up to her small, black, chiffon thong. He opened her legs and stared at the scene, savouring the promise before the prize. The thong was sheer enough to show a strip of black hair running upwards from just above her clitoris. He slowly removed her underwear and once again stalled to admire her. Her pussy was, for the most part, newly shaved. He stroked it gently before leaning down and kissing the lips, running his tongue the length of her slit before concentrating his efforts on her clit. She reached her hand down and pressed it on the back of his head. She groaned and opened her legs wider.
Matt suddenly stood up and pulled her up with him. Helen was still wearing her high heels. He lifted her so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. Her pussy pressed against his stomach, the small patch of pubic hair rubbing his navel. He carried her the small distance to his bedroom where he sat her on the bed. Immediately he began to undress and she quickly reached for his bulging crotch, undoing his belt as he removed his shirt and tie. She couldn’t help but let out a little gasp as she gently pulled his briefs down over his cock which bounced with vigour at the coming events.
“Nice” she murmured.
Without prompting she slipped him into her mouth and with her right hand proceeded to fellate him. Helen’s tongue swept slowly up and down the shaft of his cock before pausing so that she could jack him briskly. She continued this for a couple of minutes but wisely stopped before making him come. She wanted him inside her just as much as he did. And so with that, Matt pushed her onto her back and guided his tongue and lips down her body. From her tits to her snatch, he licked, caressed and fondled, finding her erogenous spots, making her wetter and wetter. He paused at her breasts, sucking them expertly, using his tongue to flicker at her walnut-hard nipples.
Finally, when neither of them could stand the titillation any longer, Matt reached into his bedside drawer and retrieved a condom from the box. Helen removed it from the packet and slipped it expertly over his penis, which was now standing almost parallel to his body. She bent over and kissed him on the chest and stomach before lying on her back. He moved between her open legs and entered her pussy.
They both breathed in sharply. For her, the feel of his big cock was at once slightly uncomfortable but also entirely pleasurable. For him it was the culmination of a thousand fantasies and the physical sensation of slipping inside this attractive woman, feeling her smooth legs wrap around him, the erect tits brushing against his skin.
Matt thrust slowly upwards. He wasn’t about to go to fast, ruining the experience and hurting her. She moaned loudly and moved her hands down his back and onto his buttocks, pushing slightly, willing him to go deeper.
“More” came her gasped request, “harder…”
Helen threw her head back and clutched at the back of his head while her lover’s lips moved over her neck and chest, sucking on her nipples. As requested he moved inside her, harder and with a stronger rhythm. Raising himself from lying directly on top of her he grabbed his headboard for better leverage, his powerful hips rubbing against her silky inner thighs.
As his thrusting became more vigorous, Helen’s moans grew louder and every so often she let out a small giggle as she felt Matt’s big dick filling her pussy and brushing her clit.
He concentrated hard, trying not to climax too early, he was enjoying her too much and he had more that he wanted to experience. It was difficult though. Her smooth thighs, her wet snatch, her perky little tits, her groans were all so damn arousing that he had to close his eyes and bite his lip as he slid in and out of her.
At this point Helen suggested she go on top. Matt agreed wholeheartedly. He was growing slightly tired from his intense thrusting and wanted to see her nude form stretched out above him in all its glory. He slipped his cock out of her, kissing her softly on her mouth and breasts. She straddled him, rubbing herself over his stomach, her pubic hair again tickling him. She reached around and grasped his cock, guiding it inside her pussy.
“You are a big boy” she said in a jokey French accent as she began to move her hips in a steady, circular rhythm, her hands placed either side of his head. Matt slowly pushed against her stomach spurring her to sit up straight on him. He fondled her taut buttocks as they rocked back and forth on his crotch, before concentrating on her nipples, rubbing them and caressing her tits. This only made her groan louder and intensify her treatment of his dick.
Helen started to bounce up and down, quicker and quicker. Matt closed his eyes and placed his hands on her hips as she wailed, louder than before.
“I’m almost coming, do it harder…harder!”
He flipped her over so that she was on her hands and knees – she was so light. He positioned himself behind her and gleefully penetrated her from behind, resting his head on her shoulder. She let out a yelp and giggled again as she reached her arm around his neck. His thrusting became wilder, he was feeding of her moans of pleasure. In an instant he felt her muscles tighten and she let out a loud gasp. At that moment he felt the heat shoot through his loins. He himself cried out slightly as his orgasm wracked his body. He finished her off with a few final thrusts before lovingly stroking his index finger down her bare back and onto her buttocks.
A satisfied half-smile sat on Helen’s lips while she savoured her climax, her eyes slightly closed. They were both breathing heavily. Without a word she kissed him passionately before slipping off him and laying on the bed pulling Matt down with her, placing her head on his chest and stroking his still rigid cock. She laid a beautiful leg over his own. They listened to their own panting in the dark.
“That was…” She didn’t finish. The expression on her face told him he’d done his job.
“Want to go again?” Matt said in hope rather than expectancy. He admired her naked body as he stood up.
“Definitely I do. That was really great” she whispered.
“I just need to clean myself up. I’ll be back.”
Matt used the bathroom to get rid of his rubber.. He threw some water over his face and tried to process what had just happened. He thought of her lying there waiting for him to return and smiled as he felt himself getting hard again. He went into the bedroom and closed the door.

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Something for Stevie

I was alone.
2 weeks ago my brother had moved out. He had lived with me for 5 years, we actually became best friends, but now he found a girl – HOT – and after 6 months of dating they decided to move in together. Good for him, lots of sex with a really hot girl, any time he wanted.
but me, I was alone.
I was 31, no girlfriend, no brother to hit the bars with and pick up some drunk chicks, and not many friends. I’m good looking, just under 6 foot tall, 185 lbs, broad shoulder, kind dark green eyes, and rugged good looks – but it had been a year without a girlfriend, or a date and man was I HORNY.
I masturbated. a LOT. I love playing with my cock always have. And a guy that does telesales from home has a lot of free time with no one around, so I was pretty much always masturbating.
About 3 months went buy, spring was just arriving, when through the open window of my home office, in the courtyard below, I heard voices that I did not recognize.
I lived in a building with an interior courtyard. Maybe there were 40 apartments – I knew everyone that lived there – many elderly people who didn’t go out much, a few young couples and me – alone, and horny.
Anyway, from my 2nd floor open window I heard a sound of a mother and child speaking.
I went to the open window and I saw them, WOW…was she hot….jet black curly long hair, SKINNY, A CUP breasts, maybe about 5′ 5″ and damn if she wasn’t barely 100 lbs..moving in today – that’s why the activity in the courtyard below. My hand, naturally, went straight to my cock….stroking.
Trailing behind her was a girl, about 7 or so, dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, same body shape, just smaller – you couldn’t miss it was her daughter.
Mom had on blue jeans, and a jacket, her daughter had on a knee length flowery dress, for spring, and was twirling like a dancer in the courtyard, while her mom kept saying, “come on Nancy we don’t have time for that today”.
I liked them both instantly. I masturbated, thinking of what the mom would be like…
I decided not to bother them, move in day can be very stressful, but a few days later, I heard them again in the courtyard, this time the mother was cheering Nancy’s dancing.
I went to the window and playfully yelled out – “who’s making all that noise out there?” and I startled the both of them. They both looked up and when the daughter saw me, and my playful expression, she gave me a smile that warmed my heart.
I went down to the courtyard and introduced myself, hi I said, I’m Steve. Welcome to the building.my heart was racing – Mom was even hotter close up.
Thanks said the mom, extending her hand, I’m Kathy and the ballerina here is Nancy. “Oh..I said, looking at Nancy, so YOU’RE the one making all the noise huh…” I smiled at her as I mussed her hair…she blushed…and twirled a way.
We made some chit-chat, they were new not only to the building, but to the area and didn’t know anybody. They had moved into the apartment on the 2nd floor directly across from mine.
Now I’m not shy, and she was really hot, and just looking at her, I was getting a hard on, so I offered to cook them dinner at my place, if they wanted some company. Kathy agreed, saying that would be a great idea
and asked what kind of wine I liked – I said “whatever you’re bringing over”. we made plans for that night and I ran to the store to get groceries so I could cook dinner.
at 6:30 my buzzer rang, and I pressed the button to let them up. I had the table all made, dinner in the oven, almost ready and empty wine glasses and a plastic cup I had bought that day on the table – I was trying to be thoughtful.
When I opened the door, only Kathy was there – and man did she look HOT. she had on a little black dress, well above the knee, heels, diamond earings, red lipstick – she was dressed to kill, she looked good ands he knew it.
where’s Nancy, I enquired – looking past her in the hallway – “oh, I got a babysitter for her today, it’s been forever since I had a date”….and when she came in and presented the Cabernet to me, she saw that I had plated for her daughter “awww you are so sweet” she said giving me a hello kiss that lingered longer than most, in appreciation that I thought of her daughter.
“well, it’s just us” she said, blushing a bit herself, with her hand on my forearm, “i hope you like the wine”…
“it looks great”, I said, trying to compose myself, the kiss had left my heart racing and a throbbing in my pants that was hard to ignore.
I sat her down and brought out the meal…and as we ate, and drank the wine, we sat close to each other and she told me her story how she came to be here, a single mom with a daughter in tow. As we talked, we edged closer, the wine taking affect and touches of her hand on my fore arm were driving me crazy as we spoke.
it turned out she had gone through a messy divorced which left the 2 of them moving away from her ex husband, a guy who, after mating with her, had no time for her or his own daughter for the past 7 years, was always away with friend, hookers, and even missed his own daughters birthday as far back as she could remember.
she eventually got herself together, sued him, and was receiving enough, barely from him and her job as an administrative assitant that allowed her to move to a nice 2 bedroom apartment across from me.
we were drinking and talking and touching and getting closer, it was really warm in there, as we finished dinner she helped me carry the dishes into the kitchen and as we placed the first set into the sink, her body next to mine she leaned over and kissed me.
“this was really nice” she said…and that kiss became a passion filled, long, french kiss with our bodies mashing together. my cock was groaning in my pants, trying to get out and she rubbed her small, sexy, ‘a’ cupped frame against it, moaning herself, and she took her hand and unzipped me, and we both looked down and saw my raging hard on finally get the relief it demanded as it hit the fresh air and her hands, as she stroked me…
“nice” she said…”even your cock is nice…” as she stroked me and looked at me…her mouth was so sexy, she ready my mind and knelt down and started blowing me in the kitchen….I was very close to cumming, her soft black locks in my hands…..and she knew that too…
“not yet” she said..and took my hand and led me to the living room…where she laid on her back on the sofa and I kissing her, laid on her…her skirt lifted up…moving her thong aside, she guided my cock inside her…and we kissed and fucked….until I was squirting my cum inside her…
NOW THIS IS A HELL OF FIRST DATE, I was thinking to myself…as she kept me inside her after I came..her pussy squeezing my cock…”OH MY GOD” she exclaimed, “that was so good, and you’re so nice, and it’s been sooo long” she said smiling, “I’m glad you live so close I could use this regularly!”…I smiled as she said that, as I too was getting VERY tired of masturbating…..
we kissed and made out, and she sucked my cock after I pulled it out of her and we kissed more adn eventually she looked at the clock and said “oh my god, I gotta go, Nancy’s babysitter has to get home”…and I walked her across the courtyard, and we kissed deeply at the entrance door to her stairwell – “…can we do this again sometime?” I asked…”I’m free after 3:00 PM tomorrow” she said immediately…
smiling…and turned and ran up the stairs.
I went home, finished cleaning and masturbated like an animal the rest of the night remembering what just happened.

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Harry Potter Loves You Part 9

Part 9 and there was Three
Harry woke feeling his wives, ‘wives I have two wives‘, he smiled, laying next him, his eyes closed. Hermione snuggled up to him, her leg over his, Ginny on his other side pressing into him, their heads on his chest and shoulder, their breasts against him, he could feel their breaths on his skin, their heart beats, Hermione‘s wetness on his thigh, Ginny’s hand gently holding his erect manhood. He laid there thinking of how his life had turned around it the last years.
First Hermione, found out how Ron had been lying to her all those years, and came to him in her pain, as she always had in the past, it hurt him to see her in pain. He loved her, so he was always there for her, to talk and heal, then she’d go back to Ron. Of course it always tore him apart when she did, he loved her for so long.
The truth of Ron’s deceptions came out and now done with, she left him for good.
He remembers that night, the night she was finally his and he hers. That first kiss, their souls intermixed together in that kiss, the missing part of each heart bound together at last and they both knew they would be together from that moment forward, as it was intended to be. Their first love-making, where they surrendered their bodies in total love to each other, that wondrous night. The next morning when he asked her to marry, as he had wanted to for so long. She said “Yes“, without a moments hesitation. He was no longer alone. ‘God he loved her, his first and eternal love, his heart’
And now Ginny, the one closest to his heart, after Hermione. If there had never been his Hermione, he would have pursued her, and may have anyway, being Hermione was with Ron, but Ron lied to her too, turning her away for him, keeping only their friendship, but that’s over and done with.
He recollects of that night when Hermione mention a threesome. At first he was dismayed that his loving wife, had even mentioned one, His first thoughts, was she tired of him, did she want another man to join them, did she want another man’s child, not his, was she going to leave him, what did I do wrong. It weighted heavily on his mind for days. Although he never showed Hermione his troubled feelings.
After thinking it though Harry finally decided, maybe his love just want to experiment with one, at least he hoped that was all she wanted, after all in the wizarding world multi-marriage partners were acceptable. He did love her so and anything she wanted was fine with him, for she was his heart. Even if she wanted to sleep with another man, he was willing, anything for her.
So he brought it back up. It surprised his wife when he asked “Would you like to try a threesome?”, that first look she gave, Hermione had forgotten she mentioned it weeks before and how she thought at first, the same as he did when she first mentioned it to him. He negated her fears, assuring her he has not nor ever will be tired of her. It surprised her more when he told her, it was totally up to her if they did and with whom. After which he explain that all he ever needed was her and her happiness. If she wanted to do so, he loved her enough for her decide when and with who.
He was more than pleasantly surprised when she said “I was thinking of Ginny.” in truth if he had to chose someone it would have been Ginny, he did love her, after Hermione. He recalled Hermione saying ”Actually I was seriously considering her. She’s always loved you, you know, and she definitely has the experience. And… she did ask once “if I shared“…” She love Ginny too and had several experiences with her back at Hogwarts and now she was ready to share her husband with her best friend.
So they invited her to dinner and ask, she was more than pleased to join them and she did a few days later. It was glorious, you could almost see the love radiating off the three of them that night. Next day Hermione asked him if he would like to have Ginny join them again and often. She also told him how she heard Ginny quietly wished to herself that she had something like our loving togetherness that night. The look on Hermione’s face, was so heart warming when he said only if she wished and if so they should make it permanent. Later the slight teasing and the look on Ginny’s face as he did, then when they ask her to marry them, she screamed YES and covered them in kisses, that was less than a month ago, now the three were married, yesterday.
Now their a family, the three of them, he could not be happier, and Ginny wants five children. Hermione only wants three for sure, maybe more. And Harry hoped to start expanding their family soon, unbeknown to him Hermione canceled her contraceptive charm the night they ask Ginny to join them in a threesome. Wanting to give her husband the third gift dearest to his heart, their child.
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Harry laid there holding his loves in pure happiness and joy. The universe was in harmony.
Ginny woke first, still holding onto Harry, they kissed, she nibbled his ear and whispered “I want to taste my husband”, kissed him again and moved down to his rock solid member and began kissing and lovingly nursing on it, caressing what not in her mouth. Harry gasped, waking Hermione, she looked down and smiled ‘hungry are we’ then turned her lips to Harry and began trying to tickle his tonsils. Ginny’s slow manipulation of his penis was almost excruciating wonderful, he thankful let loose the flood of semen, that had built up. She drank the first wave of his nectar, wanting, needed every drop. He groaned into Hermione mouth. The others Ginny held in her mouth as she slowly wanked him. When he spurt the last. She rose and pulled Hermione from Harry and kissed her, surprising Hermione as Ginny shared their husband’s morning gift. Harry watched the sexy battle of his wives oral blending, Ginny was still slowly stroking him, he never soften. As his loves separated, each relishing the taste of their husband, Ginny gently pulled on Hermione, she understood and moved over Harry and lower. Ginny guided their husband into their wife.
Upon the third blissful orgasm, Hermione clamped down on Harry , pushing him over the top and he filled her with his life giving cream. As Hermione rode Harry, Ginny would kiss her then Harry, sometimes on the lips, sometimes their nipples, sometimes Hermione clit, at times she would lick their joining, a few times she kissed Hermione’s butt cheek as Hermione and Harry kissed. The angle she was at allowed Harry to reach Ginny’s fanny and his fingers made love to her. They all climaxed together. Hermione laid down on her love and the kissed, Ginny joined a few moments later into a three way kiss, then whispered into Hermione ear. Hermione rolled off Harry and laid beside him, Ginny slid over Harry and moved into a sixty-nine with Hermione. Hermione found Harry and pulled him towards her head. Harry realizing what they wanted, moved into position, Ginny raised her hips slightly allowing Hermione to guide Harry into Ginny hot wetness, he slid in fully slowly as Hermione lick them both.
He made sweet slow love to Ginny, never rushing, holding her to prevent her from rushing. Hermione bathing them with her tongue as Ginny matched Harry and slowly devoured Hermione. Both of Harry’s wives orgasned several times, before he unleashed a wave of hot sperm into Ginny womb. As their love mixture slipped out around Harry’s slow pile driving cock Hermione lapped at it, not missing a drop. He pulled from her and watched his first wife, his first love continued oral loving his second wife. He just sat and watched them love each other. His heart, his loves, loving the other. He was truly blessed to had them, his family.
Harry slipped out of bed and walked into the bath, started the shower stepping inside, he liked his magical shower that always had the correct temperature for as long as he needed. Back in the muggle world he knew, you have to adjust and if you stayed too long it got cold. He was standing there enjoying the hot water caressing his body, his eyes closed, letting the kinks melt away. He reached for the soap and found a breast in the way, opening his eyes as he fondled the soft mound to see Hermione’s face approach his, their lips met, he could taste Ginny as they kissed at first, then just her. That enchanting taste of Hermione’s lips that he loved so much, the words of love without any words spoken. He felt Ginny move in behind him, her hard nipples slid across his back and the soft whisper “I love you Harry” and then a loving nip of his ear lobe. He moved one arm around Hermione and one back around Ginny and pulled them tightly to him as he hugged his loves.
After washing each other quite thoroughly, they emerged from the shower, dried and dressed. And headed for breakfast.
Hermione checked her parents room first, she stuck her head thru the veil with her eyes closed, just in time to hear the sound s of love-making and her mother scream “Richa”. she quickly pulled her head back ‘oops’
With a satisfying grin on her face, she looked at Harry and Gunny standing there waiting her, wide grins appeared on their faces. You could almost hear Hermione say oh will you two behave as she looked at her loves, She motion them to go on. She waited a few minutes and stuck her head in again, this time only after-bliss kissing. “Mom Dad we’re going down for breakfast” and turned and walked downstairs to join Harry and Ginny in the breakfast nook.
“Your parents”
“Ah.. Just finishing up be down shortly I image”
“Just finish my, my”
“Behave don’t embarrass them”
“I won’t say a word”
“And that goes for you too Ginny”
“oh Ok,”
The Grangers came down about fifteen minutes later.
“Bout time you sleepyheads crawled out of bed”
“oh yes comfortable bed”
“and quiet too”
mom Granger blushed “huh Yes”
Richard said “food looks good I’m famished”
“yea me too” Harry added
As they were sitting, eating and talking, an owl flew in, with a copy of The Witches Secret, which surprised everyone. No one here reads that rag. After casting a Specialis Revelio spell checking for hexes and such, Harry gave the owl a piece of bacon, unrolled the paper and read the note attached, “thought you would enjoy this” and then read the paper
Harry Potter Takes Second
By Rita Skeeter
Harry Potter the destroyer of the Dark Lord, took second yesterday, a second wife that is, He and Hermione Potter nee Granger, yesterday were observed at the Ottery St Catchpole Chapel, marring his old school sweetheart, Miss Ginevra “Ginny” Weasley in a unannounced and hurried wedding. Family and close friends only in attendance of the double ceremony. First in the Ancient Magical Feudalism tradition, then in their own declaration of their love for one another, which was quite lovely. This was no surprise to this reporter, after watching their openly friendliness for each other, first at the Holyhead Harpies’ Quidditch Youth Day Program, which the now Ginny Potter is/was a seeker for the Harpies, of their visits to Gringotts, shopping and dining in Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, and London. Not to mention the late night nude excursions. I only wonder that Mr. Potter did or said to Ms Hermione to accept Ms Weasley as second wife. After all Ms Hermione is known for her over possessiveness nature according to her old classmate and friends.
What surprised this reporter however at first, was the absence of Ronald Weasley, Ms Ginny brother and Harry’s life-time friend, who fought beside Mr. Potter in the elimination of He-who-wasn’t-named and was the best man at Harry and Hermione’s wedding, although sources told this reporter that the Harry/Hermione Potter wedding surprised everyone, due to Ms Hermione had been living with Mr. Weasley, her school sweetheart, for years to just shortly prior to the wedding to Mr. Potter. Makes one wonder doesn’t it and Mr. Potter is anything but poor.
And then the now Ginny Potter nee Weasley moved out of her flat shortly after the Holyhead Harpies’ Quidditch Youth Day Program last month, where she had pulled the Potters on to the field to entertained the kids present, she moved to an undisclosed location. One can only guess where, after all The Potter’s home is under Fidelius. Hum… Could Mr. Weasley be upset with his old friend, his years old girlfriend and sister or is there more… Mr. Weasley couldn’t not be located to answer questions. The Cannons, who he plays for as keeper have no idea where’s he at, owls deliver messages with no reply. Lord Neville Longbottom who attended the wedding just says “no comment“ and appeared to be hiding something, Anna Symilt, Lord Longbottoms date, said “it was a lovely ceremony and Harry couldn‘t wait to get Ginny home, to bed“.
I image the Harpies are rather upset as their star seeker, the now Ginevra “Ginny” Potter will be taking a much needed maternity leave, as I sure Mr. Potter has been stuffing the pudding jar, for some time now and everyone knows Quidditch is a rough sport and is unhealthy for fetuses. I can only speculate how Ms Hermione Potter is dealing with her husband’s second wife beating her to motherhood.
Pictures of pages 2,3, 7, 10, 12 & nude get togethers 14.
Copy of the vow on page 4
They were old pictures with some new ones mixed in, which were taken outside the Chapel as they entered and exited along with some of the insides of an empty Chapel and a definite fake photo of the ceremony. Anyone who had been in Ottery St Catchpole Chapel, knew the chapel photos was of the different Chapel. And then the pictures of Harry and Ginny without Hermione, but if you paid attention you could tell they were deliberated taken at angles to prevent Hermione being seen, weather she was there or not.
The nude pictures were fuzzy, dark and mostly of the backs of someone, with the clear, everyone can tell fake, head shots of Harry and Ginny. One showed four men and one female very dark, nude silhouettes and shagging, another with Harry‘s brighten face and five nude women silhouettes. The photos of meals together that only showed Harry and Ginny, but showed three place settings, the one showing Harry kissing Ginny did show Hermione’s hand, the ring was unmistakable. there were even a couple of chopped old pictures spliced together to show something that wasn’t.
Their wedding vow she had word for word.
Heedless to say everyone was pissed. The Grangers was the main reason Rita was not boiling in oil, hexes into oblivion or worst. They managed to calm Hermione down who in turn calmed Harry down, as the Grangers calmed Ginny down.
Breakfast was over.
About half an hour later or so and a relative calmness prevailed, Ginny received an owl for the Harpies asking her to come in for a meeting with the general manager and to dress nice, there was to be a press conference after the meeting. Hermione suggested she reply that she’ll be in tomorrow afternoon, cause in her present state, she may say something she didn’t meant to, Harry agreed and said they should have an interview with Harry’s solicitors, a reporter from the Prophet and Quibbler, before Ginny’s meeting. Harry stated “I’m going to nail that bitch’s arse to the wall”. Mrs. Granger explained to Ginny it was a muggle term, Harry was going to sue the Witches Secret and Rita for calumny and some of the pictures were her downfall, he was going to ruin her“..
Harry added “And God forbid if I see a beetle anywhere“.
Hermione said she was going to take Mom and Dad home, Harry quickly added we’re, Ginny and I are coming with you, that bitch may have your parents home under surveillance and looking to interview them, to attempt to get arise from them with her version of the truth and that damn quill of hers. After a few minutes Harry being Harry and wouldn‘t give in a nanometer, they agreed. Only to let Harry check the house and garden for weird flying beetles.
They arrived safely no beetles or snoops. While Harry and Ginny checked everything, Mrs. Granger and Hermione saying they be back later, mom needed a few things from the market and they drove to the chemist. Paid for an early home test kit and Hermione used the loo in the store. Didn’t want Harry to see the kit.
If someone who knew the Grangers walked in they would have been wondering what, Hermione and her mum were standing there by the loo door looking at something in her hand so intensely. Slowly the stick turned positive, Hermione yelp, her smiling mother hugged her pregnant happy crying daughter, crying herself. If Mama Granger hadn’t been there Hermione may have floated thru the store, literally.
Just so happen one of Hermione old grade school mates walked in, seeing Hermione walked up
“Hi Hermione how’s it going haven’t seen around lately”
“Oh Hello Mary Beth, yes it’s been awhile, I got married almost two ago to the sweetest, best most wonderful man in the world.” she was still crying smiling.
“Oh lucky you I just recently divorced the louse I married… you remember Jimmy Franks.. what’s wrong then, you’re crying”
“Oh I’m so happy I’m Pregnant” and stuck the stick towards Mary Beth.
“Congratulation s, your first, I guess, I’ve got two girls, their with their Gran. Who’d you marry that Ron fellow, I saw you with.”
“No no definitely not that arse, thank God. I married the boy from school the one I wanted for years Harry Potter, Harry James Potter the man of my dreams, my soul mate.”
“huh from school huh If you.. he was all that why the Ron guy,”
“Oh it’s a long story, just say I was tricked and lied to, but I discovered the truth, before it got too late thanks the heavens above and now I‘m Mrs. Harry Potter, the future mother of Harry‘s children.”
“Oh ok, what’s this Harry do”
“oh what ever he wants, he’s rather well off”
“oh good for you got a loaded one… If you don’t mind, how were you tricked”
“It’s a long story, got a couple of hours” hoping she doesn’t.
“Oh huh no, maybe some other time.. see you, need to get some medicine for Sally, my youngest, later, call me I‘m back home with my parents” and she walked off.
“God I’m glad she didn’t have the time, I rather not talk about it”
“Er Hermione dear”
“Yes mom”
“Something you never told me about isn‘t there, I mean I’m glad you woke-up and finally connected with Harry, we’ve known for years Harry loved you, even though Ron said he did, there was just something about him I didn’t like, but you seemed happy so we left it alone your father and I“.
“You… you knew Harry loved me”
“Yes of course dear one look in his eyes as he watched you told me that, years ago, I though you knew”
She just looked at her mother in awe.
“We were so happy when you brought Harry home and you told us he asked and you said yes, you remember dad nearly shook his arm off”
“Why didn’t you say something earlier”
“You had seemed to had your mind made up that Ron was the one, so we tried to accept it, well everything worked out for the best… now lets go see Doctor Milford, shall we”
As they left the chemist and sat in the car, mom tuned to Hermione, “when you going to tell Harry he’s to be a father”
“I don’t know, I’d like to see Poppy first she can tell what sex and if he or she is healthy, she should be back in a couple of days”
“Doctor Milfords is just around the corner, lets see if he can squeeze you in and give you a check-up for your mother sake, ok”
“Ok mom” Hermione knew auguring wouldn’t help.
The Doctor had a easy day and could see Hermione. Mrs. Granger left her there and went to the market to pick-up a few items. After the examinations and blood work Doctor Milford said every thing seemed fine and apparently Hermione was near three weeks into her first trimester.
Old Doc Milford said to Mrs. Granger, when she walked back in to pick-up her daughter “Hermione in excellent condition and I can’t see any problems at this time, she about three weeks pregnant and I’d like to see her in a month or so, sooner if you feel and pain little lady, you certainly grown into a lovely young woman, this Potter must be doing something right, I‘ve never seen you so happy… hum Potter, Potter, Harry Potter don‘t remember any Harry Potter, live around here, no“
“No I met him in school he’s from Little Whinging “
“Harry Potter humm Potter seem to remember a Potter, oh what was his name huh… James Potter or was it Jamie, no it was James, years ago, before you were even born., weird young fellow about twenty came in. I only remember him caused he came in and said he needed a cat can, told him there wasn’t one, he meant a Cat Scan, couldn’t talk him out of it, the results were puzzling, he vanished before I got the them back. Kept them, they were all wrong.”
Hermione looked at him dazed like “Harry’s father’s name was James, he died on Halloween of 81”
“Could be him, died from what, do you know”
“He was murdered by… a.. burglar, him and his wife Harry‘s mother”
“Oh sorry to hear… Oh bring Harry in with next time if you don’t mind, I like to talk to all expecting fathers, clue them in on the do’s and don’ts of pregnancy”
“Oh ok Doctor Milford, bye” ‘Harry’s father had a cat scan???’
Next morning the Potters walked into Harry’s solicitor’s office and explained the problem with the Witches Secret and Rita Skeeter and he wants to ruin her. They contact the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler and ask for a reporter to come to their office as soon as possible. When all were present and after they put up an anti-beetle shield and sweep the room, Harry explained about the pictures and the falsehoods of the story. They talked of the wedding, no Ginny is not pregnant and they have a meeting with the team general manger shortly, Harry’s solicitor would be present for that meeting too. The solicitor loved the picture of Hermione’s ring. Both the Prophet and Quibbler photographers took pictures and explained that the Secrets pictures were bad fakes, and intently were misleading, suggested they contact the MLE and have their people examine them. The solicitor had his secretary contact the Magic Law Enforcement office.
Harry answered when asked why they married Ginny, “The three of us having loved each other for years finally decided we want to be together for the rest of our lives, we‘ve known each other since second year, we were even in the same house at school. We didn‘t want to appear to be sneaking around or such, so Hermione and I talked and decided together to ask Ginny if she wanted to become part of our family. She happily accepted.”
“As for Hermione living with Ron, that’s between Hermione and Ron, it ended on a bad note, he hurt her and when Hermione came… well crying as she done many times before, to her best friend, the one she’s had all thru school and afterwards, we discovered we were soul-mates… I, I was holding, her comforting her as she cried… and I’m not sure why but I leaned down to give her a light friendly kiss, she tuned slightly and when our lips met, the love exploded, our souls leaped from one to the other and we knew we were meant to be together. It may have been rather quick to some after she had left Ron, but we knew we loved each other completely right then and there, that night I ask her to marry me and she accepted.”
“We not ashamed of any thing we have done, my only regret is I was an idiot and didn’t kissed her lips back in school.”
Hermione beamed at her husband.
“However the lies of Ms Skeeter need… She, she more or less called my wives huh you know loose women, some thing…insulting them… and I won’t stand for it… hell I’m not sure what can be done to prevent her from hurting others also I just want her stopped, I really don‘t want to sue for an money, but that seems to be want it takes to make some people listen, so any and all monies I, we are awarded minus expenses and fees will be donated to Hogwarts.”
The MLE forensic specialist arrived and was shown into the meeting room. His first statement was shocking.
“Wondered how long it take for you to call, these pictures in the paper are so fake it screams, there’s something else behind them, I mean does Ms Skeeter really think she can get away with something like this crap.”
“Oh it’s some sort of a trap or what, but how what… tell you what, no money is to be asked for”
“Unless that’s the trap” Hermione said
“Huh”
“Rita knows Harry, she been haunting him for years, and knows he doesn’t need or want any monies, that he didn’t earn. She may figured this was an opportunity to get back at Harry and promoting herself to higher gossip stature. After all once it’s there it can never be truly erased. And the more you yell I didn’t the more people think you did.”
“So what do we do”
“Ask the Quibbler to print it story showing it’s findings and comments of the pictures, answer a few questions, let the Harpies straighten out Ginny job and sleeping habits, next week have the Prophet print a story following up the Quibbler’s story, and allow the MLE to make their investigations and peruse any legal actions, no hint of suing, if ask just state something like you believe that rubbish, I thought of you better than that“.
“Don’t say she lied, that’ll ruin everything, when asked about the pictures, just say you must have seen more that I did or you didn’t see the whole picture.”
“Do nothing”
“Yes my love do nothing, it’ll scare the shit out of Rita”
“She right you know, smart lady you have”
“So she gets away with calling…”
“No, just laying the snare, then later we’ll crush her”
“Ok then”
“Harry, Lady Ginny Lady Hermione lets go have a talk with the Harpies, shall we”
The Harpies meeting went better than Harry expected. The General Manager ask one question “Ginny are you pregnant”
“No need, you say you’re not, that’s good enough for me, oh it Potter now isn‘t it, you need to change you paperwork to show you’re married and I will need to know when you plan to start having children, just please give me enough time to train-up Sarha or find a replacement, or Glynnis gets back in shape,” looking hopeful.
“what are you going to do about Ms Skeeter story, I know I would ring her neck, if she said that about my wife”
“My first thought wasn’t ringing her neck, more like dissolving her body from the feet up, slowly very slowly, after I ripped her lying tongue out and nailing to the Secret’s front door and shoving that damn quill of hers up her arse” in a tone that sent chills thru everyone.
Hermione looked at Harry in totally disbelief ‘Do what’ and she wasn’t the only one in the room, you could feel the ‘oh shit, never let me get on Harry’s bad side’
“Harry”
“Yes love”
“Calm down”
“I’m calm, dear”
“Harry”
“Yes my love”
“Kiss me”
“Yes my love”
And he did.
Ginny stepped up “And me”
“Yes my lov..”
The coach asked the General Manager later “Did you get the feeling the only reason Rita is walking around is due to those two Ladies”
“Yes and I wouldn’t advise making neither of them angry or hurt one, might be just the last thing you ever do, hell I nearly pissed my pants when he said what he wanted to do, that tone….”
The press conference, went brilliantly, the Quibbler even had a mediwitch to confirm Ginny lack of pending motherhood, which shut up the Witches Secret reporter, rather quickly, he tried to bring up topics from Rita’s story but was cut off by the Harpies Press Agent, “this interview was about the Harpies as a team not Lady Potter marriage or family life and was told if he couldn‘t remain on track he could leave” All in all the conference was good and tore holes in Rita‘s story, in fact the night of the so called outdoor sex orgy, the team was out of town and playing, at the time, the pictures showed the Harpies scoreboard with time and date in the background. The coach even said “Damn all that fun and we weren‘t even here.” which got a laugh from everyone, except Harry, who only smiled.
The Daily Prophet next morning.
Lady Potter Still Flies
Yesterday in a called press conference by the Holyhead Harpies, the Lady Ginevra “Ginny” Potter nee Weasley laid arrest to the claim that she was expecting. Yes there are many men and boys alike sadden knowing the vibratious Redhead Seeker Ginny Weasley is off the eligibility list. A fellow paper brought in a mediwitch to examined Lady Potter and she’s not pregnant, much to the delight of the Harpies. The Harpies General Manager Geogere Jilhamer said he asked her earlier, she said she wasn’t and that was good enough for him. However Lady Potter graciously allowed the mediwitch to check her, in front of the press and the test was negative. Making this reporter wonder What Ms Skeeter has been drinking lately. Honest reporters always stride to be correct in their reporting, after all our words is our life and honor and most so-call investigative rag reporters have some truth. Well she did spell their name correctly and according to a source the wedding vows was word for word.
Lord Potter sat quietly with Lady Hermione Potter and reframed from answering questions, All he said was “this is a team press conference and I’m just here with my lovely wives enjoying the day, later we have a night on the town planned, I only hope if any photographers that may be taking any pictures, manage to get all three of us in the picture this time, after all Hermione is just a beautiful and sexy as Ginny and I love them both. I‘m the luckiest wizard alive to have them.”
Needless to say it went all down hill for Rita Skeeter. She tried to catch Ginny or Hermione alone, but couldn’t. Harry wouldn’t say a word, she had a photographer hidden in attempt to catch Harry in a fit of rage or anger, nothing, as she attempted to rile him. Harry just smiled that smile that placed fear in all who knew him. That blood curling smile, that said be fearful, and watch your arse.
Rita was getting worried, her plans weren’t working. A mad, raving Harry Potter sold papers, a docile, happy Harry didn’t and did not cover her “exaggerations of the truth” as she put it. She needed to do something to make Harry publicly angry, but what.
She decided to slap him in front of witness of her choosing and claim her insulted her. She had her photographer ready and a couple of so call friends she kept around. In the area, she knew Harry would be at, the HolyHead pitch and had some friends separate Harry from his wives for just a moment, that all she needed.
Everything worked perfectly the wives were blocked, she stepped up and slapped him, the picture was taken, ‘it worked’ suddenly the camera was confiscated by an Auror and an female Auror stepped up to Rita placing a bracelet on her wrist and politely said “Miss Skeeter you will come with me, Lord Potter you will be called upon to bear witness”
“Miss Rita Skeeter you are under arrest for assault on the personage of a noble” She tried to apparate and couldn’t, she attempted her animagus form, but couldn’t. she began “yelling entrapment”, before the Auror silenced her. Harry just smiled, Hermione and Ginny reaching him kissed the slap mark.
“I’m hungry let’s eat, London or Cauldrom”
“London dear Butlers Wharf’s ok” Hermione asked,
Harry just nodded, grinning that Harry grin, that she loved

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