The Education And Corruption Of Joseph Potter Chapter 2
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A pound of apples and satsumas; half-a-pound of carrots and onions; a cauliflower and a bag of potatoes please, Joey.” Zoe Cooke stood shivering on the pavement in front of me. She was buttoned up against the elements in a huge red duffle coat.
It was indeed freezing cold and business was slow. It was one of those days where you could easily pack up and admit defeat. In fact, I think it would have been a relief. But life goes on.
I’ve known Zoe for years. She must be in her late twenties and a regular at the market on Saturday mornings, but it was nice to see her without her ape of a husband Alfie. She always appeared so withdrawn when he was around.
It’s something that has always amazed me. Why do girls always seem to be attracted to the loud-mouthed bully? Surely a decent level of intelligence and a good sense of humour scores above thuggery, but apparently not.
I placed the items in brown paper bags and set them down on a pile of peppers at the front of the stall.
“Anything else Zoe?” I asked, noticing her eyes wandering.
“I think that’s about all,” she said, picking up a large cucumber from a box, and absentmindedly letting it slowly glide between her gloved thumb and index finger. “I’m freezing, I think I’ll go back to bed.”
“Taking that with you?”
“What?”
“The cucumber,” I said, pointing at the object in her hand. She looked down and began to laugh.
“I should be so lucky,” she added and then blushed as she realised what she had just said, making me smile.
“Luck may be closer than you think,” I chirped over her shoulder and I could see my dad warming his hands around a mug of tea. He looked over in my direction, smiled and shook his head.
“What do you mean?”
“Well that’s for me to know, and for you to find out.” It’s a line I’ve heard many times, and it makes her bite her bottom lip, she placed the cucumber back in the box and looked me up and down, sizing me up. I’m sure she had heard the rumours; nothing stays a secret around here for long and on my part, I never admit or deny anything.
“And what does that mean, Joey Potter?” she asked, and I could tell by the dilatation of her pupils and the soft blush of her cheeks that she was warming to the subject.
“Well, it could mean anything you want it to.”
Her eyes scoured the area for eavesdroppers. As I said, one whispered word around here can be twice around the block by lunchtime.
“West Ham are playing tonight,” she muttered under her breath, piquing my interest.
“I know.”
“Are you going?”
“No.”
“Alfie’s going,” she said, and it felt like a flashbulb going off in my head. The implication appeared too obvious, which surprised me and stopped me in my tracks. I’ve had a bit of a crush on Zoe for a long time. She’s from around here but has always been different, a little separated from the rest.
On many occasions I’ve watched her jog around the local park, her dishwater blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, swishing like a horse’s tail between her shoulder blades, dancing to the rhythm of her movement and whatever is playing through her headphones. She could be in a world of her own and seemingly unaware of the attention that she attracted, as one by one, heads would turn to leer, her tight yoga pants clinging like a second skin to her shapely bottom.
“Call in if you fancy a hot cup of something,” she said as she began to walk away. Even hidden under her thick winter coat, the haughty sway of her hips as she walked is enticing. I continued to watch, waiting in hope. And then it happened. She glanced back over her shoulder at me and grinned. Did that really just happen?
I should be used to it by now, these wonderfully unexpected moments creeping out of the shadows and presenting themselves to me. I have no idea how this all happened, but I have developed this fascination for older women.
It is strange and at times quite baffling. I’m not sure if it’s because of their experience, or their very apparent and glaring desperation to seek something away from the norm. But it is captivating to watch, as they transform themselves from loving housewife and mother to very willing adulterer. At the end of the day, it’s a moment of no strings attached pleasure for both of us. Add in the jeopardy of being caught by an unsuspecting and very jealous husband, and it’s quite an intoxicating mix.
Dad walked back across the market as a light snow begins to fall, swirling around our heads as he hands me a steaming and very welcome mug of coffee.
“Watch yourself there, son,” he says, looking over in the direction of the disappearing Zoe, “she could be trouble, and that Alfie’s a bit tasty. You don’t want to get caught up in something you can’t handle.” I laugh, but he’s right. The path I’ve chosen is going to bring me trouble, that much is obvious, but what can I do? The possibilities are seemingly endless and way too appetising.
The old Seaman’s Hall clock chimes three, and finally the old man gives up and gives the signal to start packing up the stall. Many of the market traders gave up long ago leaving only the brave, desperate, and stupid; I’m not too sure which category we come under.
I watch as Archie and a small gang decked in claret and blue, cross the market square in a fog of e cigarette vapour on their way to the match. As he walked past, he gave me a wink and I smiled back. Everything about him screamed confrontation. His peaky blinders style, the dress, the hair, the hipster beard.
Archie is a bit of a local hero around here. He boxed for the area, and by all accounts was a pretty good prospect until he lost his licence in a drunken brawl. Dad was probably right - Archie’s potential level of violence is way out of my league.
****
I was at home at last and I soaked in a hot bath. Both mum and dad were out for the night, and I had no idea where my sister Siobhan could be. So, I was left to my own devices. The sudden buzz of my mobile phone shakes me from my reverie.
Sally: Bon soir, sexy. Are you at home?
Me: Yes
Sally: Where?
These texted conversations between us have become a regular and very welcome erotic diversion. I’ve grown accustomed to the format; it rarely differs. I know what she wants to hear, and I know how she likes to play.
Me: Where do you want me to be?
Sally: I want you to be here with me.
Me: Doing what?
Sally: Doing whatever you want.
Me: And what would that be?
Sally: I want you inside me.
Me: What do you want inside you?
Sally: Your big, thick cock. I want to be fucked by your big, thick cock.
Me: You could always come over and wash my back.
Sally: What?
Me: I’m in the bath. I have the place to myself.
I follow this by sending her a photo of my cock peeking out of the bubble bath.
Sally: Mmm I’d love to join you darling, but I have a tedious function to attend with hubby.
This was also followed by four photographs of herself. The first showed her pulling a sad face. The second has her standing in matching blue underwear in front of her bedroom mirror. In the third photo, she is holding up a flashy blue dress, in the fourth a black one of a similar design.
Sally: Which one?
Me: Try them both on and see which one gets me hard.
There was a long pause, in which I presumed she was either trying on the dresses or had left the conversation altogether.
Me: Are you still there?
Suddenly my phone buzzed, and two more photos appeared of her modelling both dresses in front of the mirror.
Sally: Which one?
Not being a fashion expert, I choose the one that matched her underwear.
Me: The blue one. Especially if you wear stockings and no knickers.
Sally: Is that what you want me to do?
Me: Yes.
Sally: You want your slut to go to an important banquet, amongst all those dignitaries at Mansion House, without her underwear?
Me: Yes, and I want pictures.
Sally: Are you hard?
Me: Yes.
Sally: Show me.
I hover my phone over where my erect penis is being kissed by the soap suds, carefully I press the white circle and send.
Me: Look what you’ve done.
I stare expectantly at the screen, waiting for a reply that doesn’t come. The whole situation makes me smile to myself. The very thought of this respected woman attending a grand function, possibly mingling with heads of state or even royalty, without her knickers makes me laugh.
Lying back, I wallow in the warmth of the water that surrounds me, mesmerised by the light wisps of steam floating around me as they catch on the cool air. Closing my eyes, I hold my breath and submerse myself completely, shutting out the world, letting my thoughts flow back to the last time I was with Sally at 184 Harbinden Road.
****************
It was a Monday morning. Against my better judgement, I had stayed over, mainly because Sally had drunk too much and made me an offer that I couldn’t refuse.
“Stay and you can do what you want. I’m a blank canvass. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I won’t refuse anything,” she’d said, letting the thin straps of her dress slide over her shoulders, which allowed her dress to fall from her body.
It was the sudden hiss of the shower being turned on that woke me. Only a tiny sliver of light from the en suite bathroom cut through the utter darkness of my bedroom. Reaching down, I feel along the lushly carpeted floor in search of my phone. It was six o’clock in the morning and a triumphant grin danced across my face, as I began to recollect. Scrolling through my phone, I found an album’s worth of photos that provide enough evidence to confirm that it wasn’t a dream.
There was one slightly blurred photo looking down at the top of her distinct redhead, her nose nestled in my pubic hair as her mouth devoured my cock. Another had her laid out before me, looking up into the camera’s lens, her eyes holding an almost animal-like quality as I buried myself inside her. Her moans of pleasure were still clear in my head as I continued to scroll. Each photograph brought back another memory.
My hand snaked down under the sheets, feeling the hardened spunk that is matted in my pubic hair and lay crusted on my skin, further serving to confirm our activities.
Rolling out of bed, I carefully inched my way in the darkness towards the window, peering through the gap in the curtains at the street outside. House lights were slowly blinking into life as the world awakened, oblivious to the scandal that had occurred inside number 184.
The sound of the shower died to a drip, and the bathroom door opened. Sally was shrouded in a cloud of grapefruit scented steam, silhouetted against the backdrop of the brightly lit tiled room, a white linen towel precariously wrapped around her body.
She stopped and looked across at me, her wet hair hanging down over her slightly surprised expression. Perhaps she wasn’t expecting to see me awake so early, or maybe was she was hoping to avoid me by dressing and leaving the house as I slept, possibly leaving me a note on the bedside table, or it could just simply be my naked vulnerability. Her eyes appraised me, starting with my face, then slowly working their way down, taking in every hair and freckle, before stopping at my exposed groin.
“Quite the specimen,” she said, turning on the dull lamp on her dressing table on her way to joining me at the window, her hand resting on my bare hairless chest. “Good morning darling.”
“Glad you approve.”
“Oh, you were more than I could have ever imagined,” she purred. I replied with a self-satisfied smile while pulling at the loose knot that held the towel together over her breasts, watching it fall on to the carpet.
“Not happening Mr Potter, I need to get a wiggle on,” she said, as she turned and walked back towards the dressing table. Everything was a performance. The exaggerated sway of her hips as she moved across the carpet, making her round bottom twitch. The slight jiggle of her naked breasts as she arched her back that was reflected in the large oval-shaped mirror as I watched, captivated.
I flopped down on the bed as the show continued, watching her begin to get dressed. Opening the top draw of her dresser, she chose a pair of black I flopped down on the bed as the show continued, watching her begin to get dressed. Opening the top draw of her dresser, she chose a pair of black panties. “Panties Joey,” she had once scolded me, “knickers is such a course word don’t you think ?” She stood with her back turned to me as she pulled them up towards her hips.
She then donned a simple black bra which, as she joined the clips at the back, pulled her breasts together in the most glorious of cleavages.
“Are you actually going to watch me dress?” she said into the mirror as she skilfully stepped into a black suspender belt.
“You're making me hard Sally, can’t you see?” And she was. She lazily gazed over to where I lay, grinning at my predicament as she sat and carefully pulled the matching stockings up over her legs, connecting them to the suspender strap clips.
Opening the doors to her wardrobe, she meticulously considered her options, as my attention was once again drawn back to my phone. Opening the photos app, I scroll down to videos, pressed play and turned up the volume.
“What do you want?” I heard my voice ask. Looking up at her, I waited for her to react. She was staring at her image in the full-length mirror that stood under a corner of the room, zipping up the back of a tight knee-length purple dress. On the video, I’m rubbing the head of my erect cock around her wet opening.
“What do you want?” I ask again.
“Your cock.”
“My what?”
“Your big cock.” Sally turned and looks at me. From her expression, it was easy to read that she was less than impressed.
“Where did you get that?”
“Don’t you remember.”
“No. You have to delete it.”
“Or what?” I giggle, but it’s clear that she is not amused. Quite the opposite in fact.
“This isn’t a game Joseph. You can’t have that on your phone.”
“I wonder what Mr Powley would say if he saw this?” As if with perfect timing, her recorded voice came through the tiny amplifier.
“Oh my god,” she whimpered, “Oh my fucking god. Just there. Do that.” Again, I look over the top of my phone at her, with her arms folded across her chest, and then back at the screen.
“Do what Mrs Harrison?”
“Do that. Fuck me. Fuck meee,” she breathed, her eyes closed as her body spasmed below me. I remember it. I remember it all so clearly. The exquisite feeling as her pussy tightened, the warm sensation over my cock.
“Give me the phone,” she said, impatiently holding out her hand, “give me the fucking phone.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll delete it,” I reply, reading her body language, realising that I may have gone too far and that she didn’t believe me.
Despite this, I started rubbing my cock in front of her, testing her resolve, but unable to resist pushing her a little further.
“I’ll delete it if you suck my cock.” I’m fully erect, and for a split second, I thought she would; in fact, I’m sure I saw a smile on her face as she took a step forward. But I will never know. Her phone began to ring on her bedside table. She walked around the bed and stared quizzically at the screen.
“David?” she said, her voice urgent. It was obvious that she was not expecting a call from him. Whatever was being said on the other end made her pace nervously across the floor, occasionally her eyes darting towards me, her face a mixture of confusion and excitement.
“And you had no idea?” she asked, followed by a flurry of comments which with no context made little sense. “Wow. Yes, of course. No, of course not.” And then she looked over at me, “yes he is,” she grinned, “I think you’re going to like him.” David’s disembodied voice mumbled something down the line which made her chuckle.
“Yes, goodbye David. Love you.” It was those final two words as they ended the call that intrigued me. How could she possibly say that she loved him after what we had done?
She stood in a daze in the centre of the bedroom, staring into space, clutching her phone to her breast.
“Good news?” I asked, breaking the spell.
“Yes,” she replied blinking in my direction, “very,” she added, trying to process whatever information she had just been given.
“Go on then,” I pressed, making her laugh out loud.
“Even if I told you, you probably wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me.”
“I’m sworn to secrecy. This has to be understood.” She spoke like a child, unable to contain herself, desperate to let it out before she exploded.
“You have to tell me now,” I said, my interest piqued, as she sat on the end of the bed, half turned towards me.
“What would you say if I told you that you have fucked the wife of the new Chancellor?”
“Who?”
“I knew it,” she said, unable to control her mirth.
“What?”
“David is the new Chancellor of the Exchequer. There is going to be an official announcement at mid-day today from number ten.” She said the words and then waited for my reaction. Again, bursting out laughing at my less than ecstatic expression.
She crawled up the bed towards me, kissing me first on the lips, then pulling back the bedsheets and lightly kissing the head of my now deflated and listless penis.
“We will have to be even more careful now,” she said, and I knew she was right. “I have to go. You know where the shower is; there’s tea and coffee downstairs if you want it. Slam the door on your way out.”
I watched her collect a huge bag full of exercise books from her side of the bed and then proceeding towards the door. “Promise me that you won’t say anything to anybody,” she pleaded, walking out on to the landing, then turning quickly. “And promise me that you will delete what’s on your phone. My life has changed with that phone call Joey. If something like that got out, then …” She paused, lost in her thoughts. “Well, it doesn’t bear thinking about.”
“Already done,” I said, holding up the phone. Now wasn’t the time for humour or tease, I could feel the tension in her voice.
“Thank you.” She smiled as she hurried down the stairs. I heard a rattle of keys, a slamming of the front door and finally, the sound of her car engine as she left.
Quickly I scrolled through the contacts on my phone, pressing a name.
“Hi, Dad.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m fine. Now listen. Go down to O’Brien’s and stick a huge wedge on David Harrison to become the next Chancellor of the Exchequer.”
“What?”
“Don’t ask. Just do it.” The line went quiet, but I knew he was still there. I could almost hear the cogs whirling in his brain.”
“Okay. How much?”
“Dad, it’s a sure thing.”
****
Suddenly I could sense a presence in the bathroom with me, acutely aware that I was no longer alone. A muffled voice alerted me, and in a state of mild alarm, I resurface, wiping the soap from my eyes, blinking into the room.
“For fuck’s sake Joey, don’t you ever close the door?” Siobhan was leaning against the washbasin, staring down at me. My attempt to cover myself with a white flannel proving futile, the damage already done.
“I see the rumours are true then,” she said, a half-grin on her face.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she said, laughing and opening the mirrored bathroom cabinet.
“I thought everyone was out.”
“Obviously.” She laughed again, making the most of my embarrassment.
Siobhan is eight years older than me, the age gap proving difficult, and it has meant that we have never been particularly close. I’ve never thought of us as truly brother and sister; she has always felt more like an older family friend, a cousin or even a babysitter.
By the time I started primary school, she had already moved on to secondary school. When I also moved to secondary school, she was at work. I guess I have always been a loud, annoying little brother, robbing her of the limelight. But currently, she was enjoying the awkwardness of my position.
Although surely the easiest and most obvious thing for her to do would be to leave, she didn’t. Instead, her gaze alternated between the fake tiled lino flooring and what was hidden underneath the inappropriately sized flannel.
She probably only stood there for sixty seconds, but it felt like an hour. It was as if she wanted to say or do something but couldn’t quite summon herself. Then she left, shuffling slowly towards the door, before stopping and talking with her back to me.
“You will be careful won’t you Joey.”
“What?”
“Just be careful.”
*************
The night was bitter with a biting wind blowing off the Thames and through the alleyways. My hood was up, but my head down, staring at the pavement as I stay in the shadows. I’m a muddle of mixed emotions. Part of me was convinced that this was a huge mistake, and another part of me drawn like a moth to the flame. With every step, I could feel my confidence ebbing away. What if I had misread the signs and it really was just an innocent offer on a cold day? What a fool I would look. But then I thought back, the look in her eyes as she spoke. Those sapphire blue eyes burning into me from under the hood of her coat. I know I’m right.
Turning the corner into Greenfinch lane, I could see her house. Number fifteen. I delivered groceries to them last Christmas. My phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s a message from Sally. As I open it, a selfie of her filled the screen. Her dress was bunched around her waist, showing her smooth waxed pussy and her black stocking tops.
Me: Thank you. Shall I share it?
Sally: Don’t you dare.
Sally: Where are you?
Me: Outside a friend’s house.
Sally: Are they with you?
Me: No.
Sally: Male or female?
Me: Would you be jealous if it was a woman?
Sally: Is it?
Me: Yes.
Sally: Are you going to fuck her?
Me: Do you want me to?
Sally: No. Your cock is mine.
Sally: Do I know her.
Me: No.
Sally: Is she younger than me?
Her question stumped me. Did she want me to tell her the truth, or were we just playing?
Me: Yes. I’m going to fuck her until she cums like you do.
Sally: Does she suck your cock like I do?
Me: No. No one does.
Sally: Thank you.
Me: How is the party going?
Sally: Boring. Surrounded by people full of their own self-importance. But I must go now.
Me: Have fun.
The front room lights of the house shone behind its closed curtains. In my mind, I had prepared two scenarios. One had her tottering around the house in six-inch heels, waiting for me to arrive. As the doorbell rings, she welcomes me in, wearing a matching black Basque, thong, suspenders and stockings, every inch the willing slut. In the other, she opens the door wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, takes one look at me and slams the door in my face laughing.
The black front door stood in front of me. I took a deep breath and put my heart on the line. This was no each-way bet, it was all or nothing; winner takes all. I rang the bell.
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This is a fanfic of 'Charmed' and Harry Potter, the characters are owned by their respective owners. Harry Potter gets 'Charmed' By Eric Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were trapped in Snape's Office after hours. Snape was at the door blocking their escape! "I know you're in there, Potter!" he said happily, gloating. "At last I have you red handed, Mr. Perfect Porter! This time not even Dumbledore will keep me from punishing you all!" He started to open the...
After a few days working for Mrs Potter Amy was enjoying the work. Although there hadn't been anymore sexual action between them there was plenty of signs that there would be some soon. On Wednesday Mrs Potter said to Amy, 'I've got a new client coming in later today and I think it will be good experience if you could assist me.' Amy replied, 'Thanks, I'd like that.' Mrs Potter said, 'The lady is question is called Clare, a 43 year old mother of two. She has blonde shoulder length hair and...
I do not own the rights to any of the characters that appear in my little story. Now I do not claim I can tell a story nearly as well as J.K. Rowling (if I could I?d be a millionaire). The best I can do is all I can offer. I hope that you will be entertained. Before I begin to tell this story I should remind those who may not realize that this is indeed a sequel. If you have not read "Mists of Avalon" then you should stop reading this warning and proceed right away to that story. Oh...
HumorChapter 1 *2 months later* ‘Happy Birthday, Harry!’ cheered the occupants of the dining table in the Weasley household, as they all raised their goblets in celebration of Harry’s 18th birthday. ‘Thank-you everybody,’ replied a beaming Harry as he looked around at the various people around the table. Every member of the Weasley family was sat smiling back at him, except for Ron who was still away on his self-imposed exile. ‘Well open up your presents then Harry dear,’ said Mrs Weasley...
Chapter 1 *2 months later* ‘Happy Birthday, Harry!’ came the cheer from around the dining table in the Weasley household as they all raised their goblets in celebration of Harry’s 18th birthday. ‘Thank-you everybody,’ replied a beaming Harry as he looked around the table. Every member of the Weasley family was sat smiling back at him, except for Ron who was still away on his self-imposed exile. ‘Well open...
Harry Potter sighed as he contemplated his bleak future. He was sitting on his bed in the boy’s dormitory in Gryffindor tower, hugging his legs against his chest and resting his forehead on his knees. He sighed again, lifted his head and looked at his carved, four-poster bed which was hung with rich, red, velvet curtains. He wondered whether he was seeing it for the last time. Harry was certain that he was going to be expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for engaging in a...
Amy had got back from university and desperately needed to find a summer job. Her mum's best friend Jean Potter owned a ladies shop and she asked whether she might have a job for her for a few weeks. Jean Potter had known Amy ever since she was a baby and asked her to pop into see her and they would have a chat.Jean suggested she called in after the shop had closed the following evening. It was a nice summers evening and Amy was dressed in a t shirt, short skirt and sandals when she tapped on...
Something had happened, but Harry wasn't sure what yet. Mr. Weasley had come and got him from the Dursley's and was just explaining to him about getting the tickets to the Quidditch World Cup when they had entered the Weasley house. As soon as they had entered Harry had heard raised voices followed by a slap then seconds later a groan and a thud as someone had fallen to the floor. As he reached the stairs he was met by Hermione, moving fast and obviously crying. She pushed past Harry and...
Chapter 1 – In the Beginning Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the actual Harry Potter series, its author, characters or book and movie franchises. This story has not been sold or created for profit. Story Codes: mmfff, exhib, grope, magic, unif, voy Harry Potter’s fifth year of education was one of the most difficult times of his young life. Publicly slighted by both the Ministry of Magic and the influential magical media, Harry had been called a liar, attention-seeker and...
PART II "There, look!" "Where?" "Next to Ron Weasley of course!" "Wearing the glasses? It can't be!" "Did you see what he looks like now?" "Yeah I know, creepy isn't it?" Whispers followed Harry from the moment he left the abandoned girls lavatory three weeks before. He is still a girl. People queuing outside classrooms stood on tiptoe to get a look at him, or doubled back to pass him in the corridors again, staring, gaping at the new female Harry. He wished they wouldn't but at...
“Where am I?” Harry thought to himself as he picked up his school uniform and began to get dressed. As Harry continued to think, he realized that his last thoughts were from his 6th period potions with Professor Snape, the greasy-haired head of Slytherine, who hated him more than anyone at Hogwarts. As Harry began to think more, looking very puzzled as he scratched his messy brown hair, “Something had to have happened in potions class…” As Harry thought more and more he reached down to...
After Emma and Donald leave Sasha and Joseph that night, things happen. Well, actually things started happening a bit earlier.Sasha gets to the church early at the request of Karen and Julie. They have got a lot of flowers and candles to decorate the chapel and ask Sasha to help them. She is more than happy to, in just some shorts and a tank top then as she garnishes the church. The candles ready to be lit when Emma and Donald arrive.Midway in the decorating, Joseph arrives, dressed for the...
Love StoriesDaily Prophet HeadlinesNovember 1st, 1981You Know Who Dead! James Potter Killed, wife, son surviveDark Lord’s body found at sceneMultiple Deaths reported throughout Wizarding World December 31st, 1981Albus Dumbledore Announces RetirementWill step down from Headmaster Position effective the end of the School Year September 1st, 1996Harry Potter starts Hogwarts‘Boy Who Survived’ Hopes to Join Gryffindor HouseExclusive Interview!July 31st, 2003Harry Potter Announces His Lady PotterCho Chang will...
"I challenge you to a duel!" The words, shouted in the middle of a Ministry of Magic atrium, could hardly have garnered more attention had they been accompanied by Voldemort resurrecting himself. Far from the quietest place on Earth, the Ministry of Magic was nearly always bustling and hustling with throngs upon throngs of every sort of magical being, almost all of them talking at unreasonable volumes to be heard over everyone else talking over unreasonable volumes. Now, however, it had gone...
I do not own the rights to any of the characters that appear in my little story. Now I do not claim I can tell a story nearly as well as J.K. Rowling (if I could I?d be a millionaire). The best I can do is all I can offer. I hope that you will be entertained. Holly Potter And The Army of Darkness By Kim West Chapter 3: The Making Of Plans And Schemes. They had all gathered at their favorite hangout which was Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor in Diagon Alley. The four young...
HumorI'm a Harry Potter Fans but i love aslo extreme sexual fantasy about Potter universe. This story contain Character of JK Rowling Book two last thing before you read this first i'm not English Native Speaker so be easy on me... maybe soe part of my text are all wrong grammaticaly but i think it's still easy to understand Second, this story Contains Harcore Porn like Scat for this one chapter and many other sexual deviance so don't read it if you don't like extreme shit Finally This is...
I do not own the rights to any of the characters that appear in my little story. Now I do not claim I can tell a story nearly as well as J.K. Rowling (if I could I?d be a millionaire). The best I can do is all I can offer. I hope that you will be entertained. Holly Potter And The Army of Darkness Story Kim West Chapter 10: Trapped Light as bright as the sun, heat that would roast a dragon, and wind powerful enough to shake the pillars of the thirteen kingdoms....
HumorDuring their three years of marriage Harry, had discovered exactly how to make Ginny scream...again...and again...and again. Unfortunately, this was not one of those occasions where they had the time to sweetly explore each other and draw out their pleasure. They had stolen these precious few moments, mostly because Harry could be very persuasive when he wanted to and Ginny was simply hoping they'd both come quickly. As much as Ginny enjoyed a fast romp with Harry, there was a reason she...
The start of the week mum had reminded me of the party we was going to on Saturday evening, it was a 50th birthday party. It was our close family friends party. This was joseph a friend of mums but also his parents were friends with mine. To be quite honest I wasn't really looking forward to it as although joseph was going to be there I didn't really know many people. Come Friday I wasn't to bothered now I had no plans myself so I thought id just show my face for a couple of hours and leave....
Chapter 6 On a chilly, clear early spring morning, Hermione and Harry were once again packing up their tent in preparation to leave their camp. Nearly a month had passed since there narrow escape from Godric’s Hollow and thanks to Hermione’s tender love and care, Harry was as fit as a fiddle once more. Ever since Hermione had rejected his advances, Harry had noticed a difference in his relationship with her. Harry loved her even more as a friend and since they had destroyed the locket with...
PART V *Gasp!* Heather quickly sat upright in her bed, panting heavily. She was completely drenched in sweat from head to toe. The amulet beneath her night dress was glowing brighter than ever, pulsing and pounding like a beating heart against her chest. She placed her hand on her chest as she tried to catch up with her breath. For a moment she thought she was hyperventilating. Then, she thought she was dying. "Oh no," gasped Heather. "No, no, no!" She thought she'd never get...
HARRY POTTER AND THE SISTERS BLACK – THE COMPLETE SAGA PART TWO (THE CONCLUSION) This is my story that I originally posted on *******.net, under the moniker oldwolf. I think it is my best story and so I am posting it on as many sites that I can find. If you like it, please visit my other stories on that site. But first, remember that JK Rowling owns the characters and settings, I own a computer. Enjoy. PART TWO Back in Ancient Runes, Harrys distracted for several minutes before he can bring...
The burrow was filled with numerous relatives and friends of the weasley family, all in bright wedding attire. Everyone was happily socialising and why not? The boy who lived had defeated the dark lord Voldemort and there was peace in the magical world.Bill had decided to have another wedding since his first to Fleur had gone so badly with the Death Eaters attacking and ruining the function. So here he was. If only he could find his bride now. Night was falling and he was practically itching to...
Bill had decided to have another wedding since his first to Fleur had gone so badly with the Death Eaters attacking and ruining the function. So here he was. If only he could find his bride now. Night was falling and he was practically itching to take his wife to bed..but where in Merlin was she? He looked around to find his beautiful redhead sister Ginny sitting nearby in one of the wedding tents talking with Hermione Granger and walked towards them. His sister had grown into quite the...
(All things in relation to J.K. Rowlings' Harry Potter series are of course copyrighted to their rightful owners, this work is simply one of a fan of the series, and all of the characters, and most of the events are taken from the book series, which I accept no credit for.) This story takes place in an alternate universe, parallel to the one J.K. Rowlings' has continued with Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Therefore, anything in the first 4 books has already happened, but...
Ramona Flowers Presents J.K. Rowling?s HARRY POTTER In The Curse of the Emerald Witch PART I The rays of moonlight shone through the gaps in between the curtains pulls, illuminating the boy?s dormitory like a shiny diamond ring. The four poster beds were placed around the room, the Gryffindor emblems hanging proudly from the walls. The low snoozing of the boys sleeping was defeated by the loud, heavy snores of Ron Weasley who slept in a crooked, awkward position. The wind howled...
Introduction: Harry prepares to leave Privet Drive forever. This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author. Chapter 1 With a faint pop, that was almost drowned out by a loud clap of thunder, three men appeared before the high, forbidding gates of Malfoy Manor. One of the figures fell immediately to the ground as suddenly, a stroke of lightening illuminated the faces of Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape. Help me get him...
This was the first story I ever wrote in 2011. I posted it on XNXX under the writer's name VoldemortSlave. It was way before I started to do fakes and wrote stuff in here. I realized that the chapters I wrote back then have been posted on many sites for fanfiction stories. I decided I should probably post it back here for people to enjoy and add to it if they want. I made 11 chapters back then so this version should update fast at first. I still want to write stuff for my Celeb Handler story so...
Mind ControlHe was amaze by what he was seeing. Ginny Weasly was resting on her back on the side of Harry's bed. Her head was lying down the corner and Harry Potter was fucking her throat like he never think it was possible. Ginny's face was coated with slip and even some puke... Maybe because Harry was letting her only take 10 second of air for any minute of facial rape. He was gag fucking her for at least 30 minutes, getting strength each time he allow her to breath. Malfoy was amaze by the way Ginny...
It was an ordinary summer night for Brian and Jospeh. Brian was spending the week at Joseph’s family’s vacation home just outside the city. It was an older house, from the ‘70s or ‘80s, and the basement where they stayed showed that: plush beige carpets and wood paneling were hallmarks. The boys were both thirteen, both going into eighth grade. Both were around 5’8” and slightly nerdy. Both were wirey and tall for their age groups, but Brian was brown-haired with large hazel eyes, bedroom...
Hi friends!! My name is Anupreet and I am from Mohali, Punjab. I am 36 years old, married with 1 kid. The incident which I am going to share with you happened about 14 years ago when I was pursuing Masters in English at Panjab University Chandigarh. We stayed in Mohali and my family consisted of my parents and a younger brother who was pursuing a course in engineering from Chandigarh itself. My parents were working in government jobs. We had our own 2 storied house in Mohali. I was an average...
Thanks for the positive feedback on the first installment. For those who haven’t read it, check here (http://stories.xnxx.com/story/35120/Brian_and_Joseph_pt._1%3A_Beginning_to_Experiment). For those who have and didn’t like it, please leave comments on what you don’t like. I’ll try to fix it. If you don’t like the overall idea, however, I’m not going to be changing that since it’s an experience I had that’s hot, and I also suspect a lot of people out there can relate. Brian was the first...
The story of William Potter is harder to tell than either of the previous. Maybe it would be best to start with his arrest in New Haven Connecticut in 1662. (Note: the Salem Witch Trials took place in 1692.) His adult son John Porter had confessed to the minister of the church that he had witnessed his father committing a sex act with a calf. The minister went to the authorities and told them what he and been told by John. When the authorities went to John to hear the story from him, he...
I was now openly crying as Brad held my face and made me suck his penis, Brad shot another load all over my face and told Joseph, 'your turn, make that bitch suck you good, We ain't no where near being finished. You're having fun aren't you.' Joseph looked at Brad laughing and said 'I get to fuck a good piece of ass and get my dick sucked, what you think.' Joseph came round and took hold of my head, I looked over at Brad and pleaded 'Mister Brad, this isn't right. I thought it would just be...
PART IV For a moment, nothing happened and the full feeling was freed from her mind. She thought she had beaten The Emerald Curse. Suddenly, the amulet chain tightened and began to squeeze tightly on her throat. She tried to pull it off as it dug into her skin but it was much too strong. She trashed about the place, gasping for air, wrenching and choking. "The old man must DIE!" screamed Alys. "Arrrrrgh!" croaked Heather, pleading for Alys to stop. She started to feel woozy and...
Chapter 1 With a faint pop, that was almost drowned out by a loud clap of thunder, three men appeared before the high, forbidding gates of Malfoy Manor. One of the figures fell immediately to the ground as suddenly, a stroke of lightening illuminated the faces of Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape. ‘Help me get him up,’ ordered Snape as the harsh wind and rain enveloped them. Quickly, Draco scurried to the fallen figures side and wrapped an arm around his side as he and Snape wrenched the man...
Introduction: Harry and Hermione return to Malfoy Manor to rescue Luna and Dean. This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author. Chapter 8 Say that again, said Voldemort dangerously as he sat in the living room of Malfoy Manor. The n-news just came in an hour ago my L-Lord, replied Bellatrix shakily, they s-say Potter broke into Gringotts. Voldemorts nostrils flared in anger as he began to stroke his newly acquired...
“Close your mouth, William. You look like a fool.”“Sorry, Fleur.” Her husband Bill grinned at her sheepishly before looking back around. “But it’s just—veela!”“Oui, veela,” she said, sighing. “I know.”Fleur had been excited to invite the extended Weasley family to accompany her on her trip to visit her grandmother at the veela conclave in France. She hadn’t expected it to be much of a problem. Even the members of the family that had barely been able to speak to her without drooling had gotten...
The Golden, Enchanted Bells rang loud and clear throughout the City of London. All who heard it, Noble and commoner alike, knew what those Bells ringing meant. James Potter, The Magical King, Protector of the Magical United kingdom, High Scion of England, Scotland and Ireland, was dead. Lily Evans did not seem to care as the 32 year old Witch sipped her coffee and observed the events from the small cafe she sat outside of. The common born cried and wailed in the streets while the nobles and...