Chapter 12: Purring Pleasure Part 1

"Hnnn..." Hermione purred happily the next morning as Harry ran his hand over her back. She found herself arching it in order to press her skin harder

against his palm.

"I thought Madam Pomphrey removed all the cat from your body?" Harry asked. Hermione purred again and nuzzled him.

"I may have to see her again about that," she said.

"I dunno, I think it's kind of sexy," Harry observed with a grin, continuing to stroke the girl lying next to him in his bed. Hermione purred again, eyes

closed as she savored the feeling.

Inside Hermione's mind, a large theatre was filled to the brim with Hermiones in military uniforms. In front of them was a stage, a large British flag

hanging against the wall. A Hermione dressed as a general came out, and every woman there stood at attention. She returned the salutes she received, as

another Hermione barked out "Be seated!" The assembly sat, and General Hermione looked around at her troops.

"Now, I want you to remember that no bitch ever kept from getting knocked up by fucking her boyfriend day and night! She got out of bed, got herself some

damn contraceptives, and then came back to fuck him some more!" She narrowed her eyes and looked around at them.

"Women, all this you've heard about us being a manproof bookworm is a lot of horse dung! We love to fuck! We love to please our man, and be pleased in

turn! We love a man who can handle his wand well-Both of them! One orgasm, two orgasms, three, four, five! And we pay extra attention to making sure our

man Harry is left begging for more! We love being the best, and hate being the worst! I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a woman who lost and laughed.

That's why we have never failed to be the best! That's why we've never failed to make Harry cum! The very thought of leaving him hanging is hateful to

Hermione!"

The assembled Hermiones nodded, but stayed silent out of respect.

"Now, an army is a team," General Hermione went on, waving her riding crop. "It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch

of bollocks. The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post don't know anything more about real battle than

they do about fornicating!"

She paused, and looked every Hermione she could see in the eyes. Satisfied with what she saw, she continued.

"We have the finest mind and equipment, the best spirit and the best women in the world. I actually feel sorry for that poor afterglow, those poor bitches.

We're not just going to shoot them: We're going to murder them, and rip out their guts to grease our tank treads on the way to the brain!" She narrowed

her eyes.

"We are going to have Harry Potter's babies, all right, but we're going to do it on our time! The libido doesn't get to decide-We do! We're going to rip

through that afterglow like crap through a Threstral, and when we do, we're gonna grab ourselves those birth control potions, run right back, and ride

him until he's all ours!"

General Hermione harrumphed, and scanned the crowd again.

"Now, some of you girls, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do

your duty. The Afterglow is the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Shoot them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment

before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do." She nodded.

"Alright now, you bitches, you know how I feel. Oh, and I will be proud to lead you wonderful girls into battle anytime, anywhere."

The General gave her women one last look.

"That's all."

She turned and walked off, the picture of military discipline.

Outside, Hermione found herself humming a bugle call, before she snapped out of it.

"Harry "

"Mm?"

"I'm going to go pick up some things," Hermione said. She rose from the bed and began pulling her clothes on. She glanced at the clock-7 am. She smiled-She'd

lost track of the time, and could barely stand.

"Er, where you going?" Harry asked.

"Just getting some birth control," Hermione said. Harry's eyes widened.

"Birth control? You mean-?!"

"Harry, Harry, shhh," she murmured, pressing a finger to his lips. "It's all right. I'll just take some potions... And bring back a few more." She smirked

at him.

"Don't you dare react like that. I won't have a coward for a boyfriend... Or the father of my children," she added.

Harry was left staring in shock as Hermione headed out, humming cheerfully. Harry shook his head again, and lay back with a sigh.

"I will never understand that girl," he decided, though he was smiling all the while. He looked outside and stretched.

"Well... Better get going... Have a long day ahead of me," he sighed.

Who knew mowing the lawn could be so relaxing? Harry smiled as he pushed the old style mower along, quite easily ignoring his uncle's attempts to degrade

and insult him.

"DOOM! DOOM! DOOM! YOU ARE DOOOOOMED! DOOOOOM! DOOOOM!"

He seemed to be running out of material, actually. Usually he didn't resort to shouting "Doom" until he was desperate.

"DOOOM! Damnit boy, haven't you heard a single word I've said?! DOOM!" Vernon shouted. Harry just looked over at him, raising a single eyebrow.

"Mmm? You say something, Uncle Vernon?"

Damnit! That response was so very cool! Vernon's face cycled through several colors, before he smirked evilly.

"Why yes, boy! Guess what you get to do?"

"Could it be more chores?" Harry quipped. Vernon's smirk became evil.

"Yes... You're going to be put through the ringer, you are! Every single house on this block wants you to do chores for them! You'll be at it all day,

and all night, and we won't take you back in until tommorrow! How's that sound, boy? Feeling so confident now?"

Harry stared at Vernon for a long time, and Vernon felt that at last, his damn, freakish nephew's spirit had been crushed into powder. His mind shattered,

his will demolished! He would be normal, subservient, proper! He was...

He was hugging him.

"Thank you Uncle Vernon! I'll never complain again!" Harry grinned. "Which house first?"

Vernon stared. He had a really, really hard time forming words, he was so shocked.

"... The Ayolas..." Vernon managed.

"Thanks! See you tommorrow!" With that, Harry headed into the house. He emerged a few moments later carrying a backpack, and he headed off, waving goodbye

to his relatives. Vernon stayed in the yard, a frozen statue. Petunia came out of the house and stood next to him, a dazed look on her face.

"He... He just kissed me on my cheek and hugged me," Petunia said.

"He hugged me and thanked me," Vernon said. They looked at each other.

"Do... Do you think we broke him?" Petunia asked. Vernon shook his head.

"I... I need a pint."

"I'll join you," Petunia muttered, as they both went back into the house. What a freak!

Looking out the window, she slowly brushed her long hair as she watched for Harry. The hot, morning sun had only cleared the horizon by a little bit and

Rose was sure that the boy wouldn't want to waste a precious moment of their time together.

Sure enough, as she brushed her hair, she saw Harry geting out of Four Privet Drive and runing as fast as his legs could carry him.

"Slow down, baby, slow down..." Rose laughed out loud. "Save your energy for better things."

Of course, Harry couldn't hear her and continued to run.

Skidding to a stop in front of Number Eight Privet Drive, Harry dashed up the steps and across the porch to the front door.

Even before he could knock, the door flew open and Rose greeted him.

"Slow down, baby, slow down before you have a heart attack or something," Rose laughed stepping inside. "I have better things for you to use all that energy

on..."

"Sorry... " Harry panted, huffing to catch his breath. "I couldn't wait..."

"Did you bring your friend with you?" Rose giggled, reaching out and groping his cock through his pants."Oh... oh... I see you did."

"He knew that we were going to visit the beautiful Mrs Ayola, and he wouldn't let me leave home without him," Harry snickered, reaching down to the button

on the waistband of his trousers.

"Oh, he wouldn't, would he?" Rose huskily chuckled as Harry unbuttoned his pants and slowly pushed them down over the swell of his muscular hips. And just

as before, he was wearing no shorts so his hard, ripe prick immediately sprang out into the open much to Rose's delight.

"Oh, he looks so eager..." Rose tittered, grasping hold of it and giving it a hard squeeze.

"He is... he missed his beautiful Mrs Ayola," Harry smiled, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

"Well, Mrs Ayola has a surprise for him," Rose said, stepping back away from Harry.

"A surprise? A surprise for him? Whatever could it be?" Harry grinned, watching her with an expectant leer in his eyes.

"You'll see..." Rose grinned back at him, reaching down and slowly untying the knot in the little, satin belt that was wrapped around her waist.

As the knot unraveled, her short gown gaped open for a moment before Rose pushed it back over her shoulders and let it go dropping to the floor behind

her.

"Wow..." Harry gasped, his eyes darting everywhere on her body trying to take in all its splendor.

"Do you like?" Rose asked, making a small, slow pirouette to show off her body and her new finery.

"Wow!" Harry sputtered. "You are so beautiful..."

"I have panties, too," Rose told him, "but I just thought they would get in the way."

"I think you are right," Harry grinned, bending down to untie his shoes.

As he bent over, struggling with his shoes, his big cock was sticking out almost bumping into his chin.

"Let me help you," Rose laughed softly, dropping down onto her knees in front of him.

Moments later, she pulled his shoes and socks off, then his pants came off over his bare feet.

While she had been busy down below, Harry had used the time to remove his shirt and now stood before her buck-assed naked.

Giggling happily, Rose grabbed hold of his jutting cock and roughly tugged him back into the bedroom where she and her husband slept. Then they were in

the bed, arms wrapped around each other as they kissed and groped each other.

"I missed you so much, Mrs, uh, Rose," Harry groaned, rubbing his cheek against her breast and brassiere.

"I missed you, too, baby," Rose whispered back as Harry lightly sucked on her nipples moving back and forth between them.

Rose could feel the boy's hot breath on her spit-dampened skin as he sucked and blew on her sensitive nipples.

As they lay intertwined, Rose could feel the boy's stiff peter rubbing against her hip as he humped himself against her. His fingers were crawling through

the forest of curls that covered her belly as he searched for her wetness. Then he found it. His fingers gently probed the soft, giving skin, probing,

poking, spreading her open as she lay basking in the boy's adoring attention.

Then his fingers were inside her as she pulled him against her quivering breast. As the boy's fingers slowly worked in and out of her soft vulnerability,

his lips were gently plucking and pulling on one of her big, knobby nipples.

Within moments, Harry's thick, stubby fingers were covered with the hot, sticky goo oozing out of Rose's pussy.

"Oh, baby, you make me so hot... so hot and so wet..." Rose groaned out, pushing Harry down onto his back.

As Rose pushed up onto her hands and knees, her big tits jiggled and shook as they dangled down under her almost flopping out of the bra. Throwing a leg

over Harry's supine body, she crawled up it until her hot, wet pussy was directly above his face. As Harry lay looking up at the oozing gash, Rose lowered

her pussy down and began to grind it against Harry's face.

"See... see, Harry... see how wet you have made me... " Rose whimpered, moving her hips all around and painting the young boy's face with her sticky juices.

"Yes, Mrs Ayola, yes..." Harry grunted, reaching up and grasping hold of the firm, tight cheeks of her ass.

Pressing her pussy down against him, Harry found it with his lips.

"Oh, Harry..." Rose gasped as the boy's rough tongue flicked across her jutting clit.

Sucking and licking at the wiggly, little nub of flesh, Harry pursed his lips around it and sucked it even further out of it little sheath.

"Yes... yes, Harry... suck my clit... lick it and make me come... " Rose groaned out, holding onto the brass headboard and grinding herself against the

boy's insistent mouth and tongue.

Up and down, back and forth and all around went Harry's licking, lapping tongue as he eagerly attacked Rose's clit and pussy.

Rose could feel Harry's fingers digging into her ass as he pulled her down against him. Then Harry's long, probing tongue lapped its way down between her

gorged pussy lips to her hot, oozing hole. Thrusting his tongue up into her cunt, he pushed it into her as deep as he could several times before he pulled

his tongue out and licked his way back up to her throbbing clit.

"Harry... Harry... " Rose gasped out, tightly clenching the headboard with her fisted hands. Her face was etched in a deep grimace as she fought on, sensing

the end was near.

Then all of a sudden, her ass began to shake and quiver as she gave out a loud, choking groan.

"Yes... yes... coming... coming... coming... " Rose gurgled out, jerking her ass up and down and splattering her gushing juices all over Harry's mouth

and chin. As Rose came and came and came, there was so much juice pouring out of her pussy, it was running down off his chin and onto his throat. But Harry

didn't relent and continued to tease and worry her throbbing clit as Rose climbed higher and higher up the peak.

Her whole body was throbbing, tingling with pleasure as she rode out her orgasm on the boy's slashing, flicking tongue.

"FuckkkkkKKKKKK," she finally screamed when the last throes of her orgasm spasmed through her convulsing cunt. "More! More! More!" she demanded, but there

was none...

"Harry... oh, Harry..." she mumbled, finally able to uncurl her fingers from around the brass headboard. It was a wonder it wasn't crimped, she groggily

thought, as tight as she had been squeezing it. Her fingers ached as she slowly straightened them out and then clenched them again.

"Was it good for Mrs Ayola?" he asked, grinning up at her with his goo-smeared lips.

"Fantastik..." Rose groaned out, dropping back down onto her hands and knees.

Then, as she began to slowly back down the boy's body, she felt his fingers find her hypersensitive nipples. Roughly twisting and pinching them, he brought

them back to hardness as Rose inched back down his body.

"You have such beautiful breasts, Mrs Ayola," Harry whispered as he gazed at them longingly. "So soft... so warm... so smooth... so lovely..."

"Oh, my Sweet Harry..." Rose murmured, lowering her soft, full lips down on his. As they kissed, Rose eased her tongue down between his lips and ran it

across his smooth, perfect teeth before she found his tongue with hers.

As their tongues warred and fought, Rose slowly lowered her pussy down onto the hard, round shaft of his penis. Then, with the gorged lips of her pussy

draped down around the barrel of his cock, Rose began to slowly rock back and forth. As she rubbed her pussy against his cock, her pussy was still leaking

out juice and liberally coating the boy's cock with the hot, slippery goo. They continued to kiss and grind their bodies together for the longest time

until at last Harry grasped her by the waist. Lifting her up his body, he maneuvered the head of his big penis up against the juice-slickened opening of

her vagina. Then, with a soft grunt, Harry pulled her down on him as he arched his back and thrust his penis up into the tight, hot clutch of her hungry

pussy.

"Yes... " Rose hissed, thrusting herself back against him and taking him up inside her all the way to the hilt.

The loud, wet smack of their bodies crashing together echoed off the walls as they became one again.

Rose's hard nipples still stuck out over the lacy, top edge of her brassiere and brushed across Harry's chest as she ground herself against him.

Then Rose felt the boy's strong, muscular hands crawl down off her waist and grasp hold of her buttocks. Digging his fingers into the soft, giving flesh,

Harry began to push and pull, guiding her as he slowly pumped his oversized cock in and out between the soft lips of her womanhood.

Responding to his movement, Rose began slowly rocking her hips back and forth to consume his impatience as the lips of her pussy clung to the thick shaft

of his penis. She could feel the hairs on the boy's chest scraping against her sensitive nipples as they brushed up and down his chest.

Finally breaking the kiss, Rose fought to catch her breath. Sliding her hands between them, she pushed up off the boy's chest and raised to sit on his

shaft. Sitting atop him with her legs bent at the knees, her calves were rubbing against his thighs as she ground herself down against him. Reaching down,

Rose took hold of his hands and pulled them up to her breasts. Grasping hold of her big breasts, Harry eased them up out of their satin-lined cups and

began to slowly massage the soft mounds of firm, pliant flesh. Snaking her arms around behind her, Rose unfastened the clasp on the brassiere and let it

fall away to drop down onto Harry's belly.

Reaching around Harry's muscular arms, Rose grabbed up the brassiere and tossed it down on the floor. Smiling down at the boy as he roughly pawed and squeezed

her breasts, Rose began slowly raising and lowering herself on Harry's embedded cock.

Throwing her head back, Rose closed her eyes and concentrated on the exquisite sensations the boy's oversized penis were eliciting from her cunt as it

slowly slid up and down on him.

Harry's fingers found her hard, jutting nipples and began to twist and pinch them drawing out even more pleasurable sensations as Rose dropped her hand

down between them. Probing the soft flesh above where the boy's penis was slowly pistoning in and out of her pussy, Rose located her tingling clit and

began to rub it.

The sensations pouring from her nipples, pussy and clit had pushed aside all other thought. There was no guilt, no remorse for her actions now. There was

only concentration on the pleasurable feelings that were quickly propelling her toward another orgasm as Harry kept humping up into her.

Then Harry dropped his hands off Rose's breasts and wrapped them around her waist. Roughly jerking her up and down on his jutting cock, he met her downward

lunge with his own upward thrust.

As Rose bounced up and down on the boy's thrusting penis, her tits were flopping up and down wildly, careening and slapping against her chest. They were

so big they were grazing Rose's chin as gravity relented its hold on them on every downward lunge. Rubbing her clit harder as Harry jerked her up and down

on his cock, Rose could feel the climatic release building down inside her overstuffed pussy.

As the first wave of release began to flow from her loins, Rose gasped, pushed down hard, and gasped again. Then she raised up again and thrust herself

down on Harry, taking him up to the hilt as he thrust up hard. Rose felt the boy's embedded penis pulsate as it shot out a giant gush of his seed-filled

cum deep inside her. Rose cried out, then cried out again, and her whole body shuddered.

Wave after wave of pleasure rippled up her pussy as she groaned and strained against the boy while his cock jerked and spurted inside her. Grinding her

mound against him, she hungrily consumed his liquid treasure as it splashed into her.

Her final cry was low and husky as Rose collapsed onto the boy's heaving chest and gave him a long, lingering kiss.

Exactly one hour later, Harry was laying in bed with Rose Ayola, both enjoying the post-coital atmosphere.

"Mmmm... You've gotten much, much better," Mrs. Ayola sighed, her fingers playing with his hair. Harry smiled back, reaching up to take her hands into

his own.

"Thank you," he said honestly. "But um... Well..."

"Yes Harry?" Mrs. Ayola asked.

"I just... Well..." Thinking back to Hermione's questions about this, he dredged up his courage and decided to ask her in turn.

"Why?"

Mrs. Ayola considered the question silently for a while, before she sighed and smiled.

"Harry... I'm sure you've heard of happily ever afters, haven't you? Prince Charming rides off with the princess and nothing bad ever happens again? Well..."

She shrugged. "It didn't turn out like that for me, I'm afraid."

"Why don't you leave your husband then?" Harry asked quietly.

"... He was my friend before we got married... And... I suppose we should have stayed that way," Ayola considered. "But we were young, and impulsive, and

I didn't realize what the problem was until it was far too late." She smiled gently. "I suppose what I need is... Some passion."

"That's where I come in," Harry said, his tone emotionless. Mrs. Ayola sighed.

"Not... Not just that, Harry... There's something very, very special about you... Something that's drawn me in from the moment I saw you." She smiled and

cupped his cheek. "I like you... A lot."

Harry smiled back. "Well, um... I like you too... A lot."

She laughed, and Harry slowly rose out of the bed.

"Harry... Why did you ask me that?" Ayola asked, as Harry got dressed.

"Guess I... Well... I'm trying to understand all this... That and um... My girlfriend asked me something similar," Harry admitted. Mrs. Ayola raised her

eyebrows.

"Your girlfriend?" She asked.

"Ah... Yes... She knows about... This," Harry said.

"And... She's okay with it?" Rose asked. Harry couldn't help a grin.

"Er, well... Shagging her for about twenty-four hours seems to have made her partial to the idea..."

Rose's eyes shot wide open. "Twenty-four... Twenty-four... Twenty-four hours?"

"Er, yeah..." He checked his watch. "I need to get to my next house..." He smiled at her. "See you later." He finished pulling on his clothes and headed

out, as Mrs. Ayola sat in her bed, staring after him with glazed eyes. One thought ran through her mind.

When is my husband's next business trip?!

His questioning of Mrs. Tylor was done during his "chores" aranging the books in her husband's library, while she had her ass on a short ladder.

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh! R-Right there, right there" she gasped again. His fingers had snaked between her legs and found the damp mound of her pussy. He

was running his index finger up and down in the groove of her cunt, poking her through her panties and hose.

"M-Mrs. Tylor... Wh-Why do you want me to shag you?" he asked matter-of-factly, taking the book from her clenched fist and placing it on the shelf opposite

him.

"Oooh! Y-You want a list? Aaahhh!," she whispered, sitting down on a rung of the ladder and spreading her legs wide. The fingers on her cunt were driving

her wild! She hadn't realized how horny she was!

He took a step closer to her, slid his fingers up and under the elastic top of her panties and hose. His hand rustled through her growth of crotch hair

and dug deeper, into the warm wet slice of her cunt. He separated the damp lips of her slit and delved inside with his middle finger, wriggling it far

up inside her pussy with one deft movement.

"Ohhh... Y-You open me up, so much, haa... S-So much better than my husband, hnnn!" she groaned, continuing her answer, her eyes closing with pleasure.

She reached and encircled his shoulders, drawing him close to her and leaning most of her weight on him. Her legs spread wide under her skirt.

"Y-Yeah?" he whispered in her ear, his mouth nuzzling the side of her face.

"Yeaaahhh... And, aahhh, you shag me, ooh right there! J-Just right, right, RIGHT THERE! YESSSSSS!" she moaned, clinging tightly to him. "It feels so sweet!

Go deeper! Shove it deeper! It feels so sweet!"

He glanced at her quickly, surprised at her need. He fucked her last time just two days ago. He pried her cuntlips apart and thrust his finger far past

the second knuckle into her wet cunt. How lucky it was for him to see a prim housewife acting this way! Her dark-blue skirt and white blouse were so modest,

in such good taste. Her blonde hair was tied up tightly in a roll at the side of her head. She looked so proper, but so hot, the absolute picture of an

devil in angel clothes.

And she was squatting low on the ladder, splaying her legs wide and welcoming his invading hand like a brazen whore. Her cunt was sucking at his finger,

drawing him in, urging him deeper. A warm, syrupy juice was rolling down over his hand and forming a sticky pool in her panties. She was hungry and hot,

there was no mistake.

"Finger-fuck me! Finger-fuck me!" she pleaded, her voice hoarse with lust. "Dig your finger all the way up inside me! I love it! It feels so good!"

He began to plunge his finger in and out of her swampy cunt, swirling it about and spreading the hole as wide as he could for what he was sure would follow.

His cock began to stir in his pants.

"Go deep! Go as deep as you can!" she grunted, closing her eyes . "Finger-fuck me deep! I love it!"

In and out, he drove his slick finger. Her cunt was so deep! He'd never reach bottom with his finger! He'd have to drill something else in there to even

hope to fill her up! Nine inches of hard cock, how about that? Would that be enough to satisfy this nympho housewife?

"Two fingers! Try two fingers!" she begged, her tongue darting from one corner of her mouth to the other. "Shove two fingers up my cunt! I need more! I

need more!"

He smiled. She was hot! She was so fucking hot! If he didn't fuck her soon, she wouldn't let him out of her house alive! He snaked a second finger into

her pussy, and for good measure, a third, plunging them back and forth in her sopping cunt. Her panties were slowly filling up with cunt slime.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Three of them! Three fucking fingers at the same time! I feel them! I feel them all! Ohhh, fuck!" she moaned, rolling her pretty head from

side to side. She began to squirm crazily on the ladder, her legs jackknifing every which way over his pistoning fist.

Her cunt seemed to be melting around his digging fingers. The flesh was warm and wet to start with, but now it was heating up, growing hot, damn near steaming.

He'd never known a woman to get this excited in so short a time. This one was begging for a fuck in a matter of minutes!

"Fist-fuck! Fist-fuck!" Mrs. Tylor grunted, humping her ass up and down on his digging fingers. How good it felt! He was driving her out of her mind! She

didn't want it to end! She wanted it to last forever!

"Want me to eat you?" he gasped suddenly, his arm growing tired from all the jacking back and forth. "Want me to rip off your panties and eat your sweet

cunt?"

Mrs. Tylor thought for a moment. Eat her! That meant put his mouth down there and lick her pussy! Ohhh, how fantastic! Yes, she did! His hand was one thing,

but just think of his mouth! It would feel unbelievable! She wouldn't be able to stand it!

"Yes!" she wheezed. "Please! Eat me! Eat my cunt! I want you to! I love it! Eat my cunt!"

His hand movements stopped suddenly and he was withdrawing his fingers. He grasped the tops of her hose and panties, tugged down roughly. There was a ripping

sound and Mrs. Tylor raised up her ass obligingly. Her panties and hose were quickly tangled in a tight roll around her thighs.

"Yes, take off my panties!" she encouraged, watching as he wriggled her hose farther and farther down her legs. He soon had them past her knees and off

one foot.

He pushed up her skirt, rolled it up over her waist. Then he paused to study the lovely bristling mound of her cunt. He planted his palms on her thighs,

spread them apart, and stared at her pussy. Her wet twat had split in a wide gash, showing him a deep pit full of bright pink tissue.

"Do you like it? Do you like my pussy?" she breathed, watching him nervously. She seemed genuinely curious as to his opinion.

"It's fucking gorgeous! It's a stunning piece of cunt!" he praised, still staring. He leaned forward, dug his fingers into her outer cuntlips, tugged them

wide apart. Clear syrup gushed forth.

"Yes! Eat me! Eat my cunt!" she encouraged, glaring at him nervously. She clasped both hands to the crumpled roll of her skirt, her knuckles turning white

with tension.

"What a cunt! What a gorgeous fucking cunt!" he raved. Then he was dipping his head, moving his mouth between her splayed thighs, planting a wet kiss on

the split slice of her beaver. He began to lick up and down her creamy cunt.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she moaned, thrilling to the touch of his lips on her cunt. "So good! It feels so good! Lick it! Lick my cunt! Ohhhhh fuck!"

His tongue traced around the edges of her puffy cuntlips, scraping over the hair-lined flaps tenderly. Then he poked inside, whirling his tongue this way

and that between her wet lips, prying them wider and wider apart. Her thick sticky cunt juice continued to slop down onto his chin and mouth. Her pussy

hairs were damp and glistening.

"Ungh! I love it! Eat me! Eat me!" she whimpered softly. Her belly rippled with pleasure.

Her cunt was opening wide for him, by degrees, allowing his tongue to go as deep as he wished. He drove his tongue inside, drilling it far into her hole.

When he drew back, he searched out her clit and sucked it between his lips hungrily.

"Oooooh fuck! Oooooh fuck!" she wailed, half out of her mind with lust. Her legs lifted up suddenly and wrapped around his head. Her ankles locked together

over his shoulders.

He pried her cuntlips wide with his fingers and sucked tightly on her swollen clit, driving the poor housewife crazy. Her lower body was writhing, threatening

to tip her off the ladder. He tried to anchor her in place with his mouth.

"Your tongue feels so good! It's driving me mad! I love it! Ohhh fuck!" she grunted, holding the back of his neck and urging him onto her twitching pussy.

Her eyes were clenched tight with lust.

He grunted, doing his best to breathe in the heated wetness of her pussy. His face was shining with her cunt sap. He had to stop soon. He couldn't keep

this up. He'd suffocate if he didn't quit. Besides, his cock was growing hard as a rock in his pants. It was becoming uncomfortable.

"Eat my cunt! Eat my cunt!" she groaned, pulling him to her. "Stick that tongue all the way inside me! Ooooh fuck!"

He lifted up from her, unable to continue. But before she could complain, he was fumbling at his belt, unzipping his fly, dropping his pants to the floor.

He thrust his shorts down his thighs and let his aching prick swing free. Then he was gripping his cock, pumping it up and down, preparing it for her hot

cunt.

"Ohhhh! What are you doing! Ohhhh!" she complained, her brow furrowing. "Eat me! Eat my cunt! Please! Don't stop!"

He grasped her ankles, lifted them up and out in a wide arc that had her legs spread in an outrageous V in front of him. He bent her legs up, so that she

was jackknifed up against the ladder, her naked ass just caught on the one rung. Her cunt gleamed up at him invitingly. "I'm going to fuck you instead.

I can't wait any longer. You've got me so excited my balls are quaking!"

He slid forward with prick in hand, found the wet pit of her hole with his cockhead, pushed onwards slowly. Her pussy lips clung to his cock, squeezed

lovingly over him, then wriggled shamelessly down along his shaft. One, two, three inches of steel-hard cock drove effortlessly into her cunt. Her pussy

channel was soaking wet and warm.

"Oooooh! You're inside me! I can feel your cock going inside me!" she wailed, glaring at him with a wild light in her eyes. "It feels so fine! Oooooh,

fuck! Shove it all the way in! Ram that lovely cock all the way up my cunt!"

He moved steadily forward. He drove more than half his prick up between her lush cuntlips. Then he clasped her tight ass cheeks and pulled her off the

rung of the ladder. Her full weight was forced onto his soaring cock. His entire cock bulled into her willing twat. He pressed her back against the ladder,

forcing her body into an obscene split.

"Oooooh! Oooooh!" she grunted, sweat gleaming on her lovely face.

For the first time they were up close and face to face. He marveled at how pretty she was. She had a pert, cute turned-up nose and the biggest blue eyes.

Her cheekbones were high and delicate and her mouth full and suggestive. What little make-up she wore she already smeared and smudged under all the sweat.

Her complexion was flawless.

"So deep! You're so deep inside me! How big is that fucking cock of yours?"

"About nine inches..." he announced proudly, beginning a slow humping motion that drove his prick deep into her belly on every stroke. His balls swung

between his legs, tapping occasionally at her ass cheeks.

"Feels more like a fucking foot!" she murmured, her voice jerky with his pumping. "Such a fine piece of cock! So big! So big!"

He groaned, the heavy weight of his cum swirling in his balls. She shouldn't talk like that. Didn't she realize she could have him shooting any minute?

Didn't she want this to last?

"Fuck me deep! Fuck me deep!" she encouraged, pumping her cunt at him and sucking him deep inside her at every thrust. "I'd love to suck you off. What

a cock! Ohhh fuck!"

He jerked his ass back and forth, feeding her long lengths of cock. His movements were steady and deep. He was carving her soggy cunt this way and that,

spreading it wide enough for his fist. His prick bucked in her channel, sucked and basted by the warm wet heat of her cunt.

"And I'd like to see those tits of yours sometime, too," he grunted. "They feel fucking huge. How can a slender housewife like you have such big tits?"

Each time he drove forward, he mashed his chest into her tits. He could feel her stiffened nipples.

"Okay it's a deal! You show me your cock, I'll show you my tits! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"

She began to writhe suddenly, her body a squirming mass on top of him. He gripped her ass, held her cheeks tightly. He didn't want to lose her. He couldn't

afford to have her pop off his cock. Not at this stage. He could just imagine his cum jetting everywhere.

"I think I'm coming! Ohhhh, fuck! I think I'm coming!" she snorted, her eyes glazing over. She clawed his lower back, tugging him to her hungrily.

"Okay, okay," he tried to reassure her, pumping his cock again and again into her sucking cunt. He had to keep her under control. They were in such a weird

position - one false move and they'd crash to the floor.

In and out, in and out he fucked her, quickening his pace now so that he could come before they had an accident. He lifted her ankles onto his shoulders

for extra support, hunched his chest in closer to her. Her satin thighs ran up the length of his torso, glued to him as he fucked her.

"I've got to see those tits, I've just got to!" he muttered suddenly. With one hand he tore at the front of her pretty white blouse, ripping off three

buttons and spreading it wide before she could protest. Her tits were packed in a sheer white bra, but he could see her nut-brown nipples clearly through

the fabric. He pushed her bra down and her huge tits flopped over the tops of her bra-cups.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she groaned, too far gone in her climax to realize what was happening. She twitched her ass at him, pulling him deeper into her steaming

cunt pit. Pussy oil was dripping from her hole to the floor.

"Oh shit, what tits!" he panted, running his hands over them as best he could in his cramped position. "They're fucking huge! Mrs. Tylor, you've got a

pair of the biggest tits I've ever seen!"

He fucked and fucked in and out of her, his ass cheeks shimmying wildly. He pressed her tits to his chest, squeezed and mauled them, felt her nipples scrape

his skin like hot coals. Her tits were mouth-watering. He wanted to suck them.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she chanted, her head lolling from side to side. Sparks of pleasure shot up through her cunt channel deep into her belly. Her eyes rolled

crazily.

"Ohhh, Mrs. Tylor, you're the hottest little cunt!" he wheezed. "I could fuck you all day! But I've got to come! I can't help it! You're just too much!"

He knifed his cock into her, pistoning his ass cheeks so fast they were a pale fuzzy glow beneath his shirt-tails. He was fucking her every which way,

bending her cuntlips all out of shape and mashing her poor tortured cunt. Obscene squishing noises rose up from their meshed sex parts.

"Coming! Coming! Coming!" she whimpered, her mouth a ragged snarl of lust. "Your cock's so good! Your cock's so good in my cunt! Oooooh!"

"I'm going to come inside you, Mrs. Tylor! How do you like that? You want me to come inside you? You want me to spray your hot insides with all my lovely

cum? Huh? Do you?"

"Yes! Ohhh Merlin, yes!" she moaned, biting her lip. "Come inside me! Please! Spunk inside me! Shoot all your lovely juice up my cunt! Spray me with your

jizz! I want it! I want your jizz inside me!"

He rammed her one, two, three times more, then scalding-hot wads of spunk were sloshing about inside her, fired off in quick succession from his dissolving

balls. His cum squirted each time his prick lunged deep inside her, splattering the dark walls of her cunt with a million squirming seeds. His cock trembled

and twitched, jetting cum.

"Unggghhh! Unggghhh!" she wailed, wincing at the force of the jets inside her cunt. "I feel it! Ohhh! I feel your stuff spurting out inside me! It's so

hot! It's so fucking hot!"

"Aaaagh! Aaaagh!" he grunted, fucking her again and again against the rung of the ladder. He glared into her face tensely, amazed that he could be pumping

his spunk deep into the body of such a beautiful, prim-looking woman. And nobody ever existed in their little world now! Only their pleasure! And she was

letting him fuck her, letting him fill her full of jism, without a second thought!

"Unggghhh! Uggghhh! It feels so good! Your jism up my cunt feels so good!" she croaked, ramming her ass back at him, the lips of her pussy gripping his

invading prick. "Pump me full of it! Fill me up with jizz! I love it! I love cum! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"

He did his best not to, firing off bolt after bolt of steaming spunk far up her cunt. His prick fucked through all the squishing cream, plowing in deeper,

and on each successive lunge his prick spat out another long rope of cum, coating her hot pussy walls. Her pussy hole was awash with the stuff, overflowing

with a quart of scalding glue.

"It's firing up your cunt! All my hot jism's firing off up your cunt, Mrs. Tylor!" he wheezed, fucking her as hard as ever. He felt as if he could go on

shooting all day, jetting the warm spunk up inside her till she choked on it.

"So much!" she raved. "So much stuff! You're still shooting! I can feel you still shooting off inside me! Gallons of it! Fucking gallons of it! Uuuuhhh!"

There was a low splattering sound as all the pent-up cum began to drool out from her hole and drip to the floor. It caught on the lower rungs of the ladder,

looping over them like elastic bands of white, then slithered to the floor, forming a greasy pool between his legs. Each time his cock withdrew, it pulled

out more strings of rubbery spunk, and they splashed to the tile floor noisily.

"What a hot slut you are, Mrs. Tylor," he grunted, his voice finally showing some strain.

Mrs. Tylor was about to say yes. In her excitement she was about to agree with him. But it wasn't true. She'd never let this happen before. He was the

only boy that touched her like this.

Well, it didn't much matter one way or the other, did it? She was getting fucked raw, that's all that mattered. She was having her ass fucked off and was

experiencing one of the best climaxes of her life.

"Ohhh fuck! Ohhh fuck! That's it! That's it!" he was moaning, his movements suddenly slowing. The last of his spunk had fired off inside her, and his hips

were easing up in their frantic pumping. His cock sliced leisurely through all the cunt sap and cum sloshing about inside her pussy.

"I love it! I love it!" she muttered, clinging to him. "I can feel it all washing about inside me! So much of it! So much fucking jizz!"

He rammed his cock in and out of her with slower and slower movements. Then he unhooked her legs from around his shoulders, let her wrap them over his

swaying haunches. He pawed her tits lazily, tweaking her stiffened nipples and leaving finger marks in the golden flesh.

"Such tits! Such gorgeous fucking tits!" he mumbled, staring at them in wonder.

Mrs. Tylor was coming slowly to her senses, the waves of pleasure in her belly fading softly. Her eyes focused and she seemed to see him clearly for the

first time. She found herself blushing hotly. She'd just fucked again her teenage neighbor! And he'd pumped her full of jizz and she'd loved every minute

of it... like all the other times this summer!

With a slight movement of his hips, he was pulling his cock out of her, letting his wilting cock slip from her clogged cunt like a limp tube. His prick

was coated in slime. As soon as his cock slopped from her hole, a warm stream of whitish scum flowed free, drooling down the insides of her thighs and

splashing to the floor.

"Well," he said self-consciously, suddenly aware of his nakedness. He reached down and drew up his pants, slipping his soft cock inside without worrying

about the mess it made. "I really have to go now."

"Thanks for the help," she said softly, her legs finding the ladder again. She stepped to the floor, a little wobbly on her feet, then reached for her

discarded panties and hose. They were too soggy to put back on. She let her rolled-up skirt fall down, covering her wet cunt and slimy thighs. "Busy day

today?"

"Yeah, I have very much work to do today," he said grinning. He shifted from one foot to the other, anxious to be off.

"Sure," she grinned back, smoothing her skirt down over her bare legs. "I understand."

"I'll see you tomorrow," Harry whispered.

Harry left a dazed, smiling housewife in her husband's library.

"Mmmm..." She rubbed her belly with a sigh. "Full stomach always feels good..."

The thought of pregnancy crossed her mind, and she giggled at the thought.

"Hmhmhmhm... Not likely," she murmured. The boy did cum a lot, but sheer volume wasn't enough to do it. So really, why waste money on birth control? Not

like her husband was going to get in the mood any time soon...

Mrs. Calahaan also preferred to conduct her discussions with Harry while having him perform the requested tasks.

"Ooooh... M-My husband is impotent," she moaned, as she bounced on his lap and Harry reclined in the armchair in the living room. "N-No seed left... Haaa...

I-I'm just hitting my sexual pri-Ooh! Y-Yes, there...!"

"Mmmph... Rike dis?" Harry asked with a full mouth.

"Haa! Yes, yes that's good!" Mrs. Calahaan gasped, as she moved up and down a bit faster. Harry found it more difficult to latch on, but his lover relished

the friction of his mouth and teeth against her breasts.

"Haa... Haaa... S-So, I just, aahh, want to feel-harder-sexy, aahhh, aaahhh, AAAHHHH!"

She held him tightly, and Harry remembered to take a deep breath before his face was swallowed up by her bosom. He'd very nearly been smothered the last

time, which had firmly established erotic-asphyxiation as a fetish he would never explore.

Mrs. Calahaan came down from her orgasm with a sexy croon, and kissed Harry on the top of his head.

"Mmm... Thank you Harry... That was wonderful," she murmured. She treated him to gentle kisses across his face, before slowly getting up.

"Haaa... No problem," Harry sighed back with a smile, before slowly getting up.

"Have to go to your next job then?" She asked. Harry nodded.

"Mmhm..." He turned to pick up his pants.

"Sure I couldn't convince you to stay a while longer?" She asked, with a pout in her voice.

"I don't know, I mean I really need to-" Harry began as he turned to look at her. His sentence turned into a fragment upon seeing her sexy smile, and her

legs back behind her head.

"... I could... Stay a little longer," he squeaked.

"Good..."