A Sesson With Horse Dick Harry
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This story takes places a few weeks after my last story, David Beckham andChris MearsDavid Beckham's lust for men had been awakened. In the last few weeks hehad been with two of the hottest young guys in the world. He had fucked TomDaley in a drunken state in a London hotel and then been with his equallyhot mate Chris Mears. As David lay back on the long plane journey ahead ofhim, it was this experience that his mind wondered to. He loved the slim,youthful, defined muscle of Chris's atheltic...
No one had a penis like Horse Dick Harry, he came by his nick name honestly. I had heard the whores on the corner talk about Horse Dick Harry and how they never would let him have sex with them twice. When ever they spoke of Harry there seemed to be a twinkle in their eyes. It wasn't until years latter that I had my first encounter with Horse Dick Harry. His nephew Charlie was one of the young teenage ruffians that had attacked me and took my body by force. The three of them, Bruce, Charlie and...
THE SETTING is New Zealand, errors and grammar are copyright to the author. * CHAPTER 1 Bored stiff and facing another weekend home alone and not being asked to parties because it was known she was currently without a guy, Chelsea Rhodes was passing the reception desk late Friday when a tall guy in a blue shirt and yellow jeans for goodness sake was being turned away. ‘As I said sir we don’t hire executives here. Our agency is Executive Search International and here is their card.’ Chelsea...
Sired by man and born by woman, a baby enters the world armed only with the genetic gifts bestowed upon it by its parents. Naked, defenseless, and unable to communicate, infants are vulnerable to the outrages heaped upon them by society, environment, and chance. Society molds them, the environment hardens them, and chance tests them. Then comes the day when the infant becomes an adult. The character of the adult reflects the forces that battered the child even if some of those forces were...
Tonight when I get off work I am going to go home, fix dinner, open a bottle of wine and after dinner is over I am going to tell Harry that I am divorcing him. It will be a shock since he is totally unaware that our marriage has been in trouble. I love him. I love him to death, but he is a good man and he deserves much better than me. He has been a good husband and for the most part our marriage has been great. He is affectionate and he is damned good in bed so he is not going to understand it...
Harry Potter had a headache. And not an insignificant one either, no this one was a whopper. Dumbledore had strongly suggested that Harry join Prof. Snape for an extended session of Occulmency, and after 7 straight hours, he was feeling the effects. Still, as the titular leader of Dumbledore's Army, it was his role to check up on the rest of the students, so instead of heading back to Gryffindoor Hall, he made his way to the entrance to the Room of Requirements. Distracted as he was by the...
Charles was 8 years older than her , so his sex drive had diminished , so when this young man started pounding her cunt Sonia moaned with ecstasy , she was addicted & knew she'd be back for more . After doing her for 10minutes missionary style , Harry turned Sonia over & fucked her doggystyle while he spanked her asscheeks til they were both rosy red . Harry didnt know but Sonia had cheated on her husband before but only with women . Sonia loved pussy , last week her best friends daughter...
Harry Keller had had a fascination with trains since as long as he could remember. As a child, he had lived in a house overlooking a major junction and marshalling yard in the English Midlands, and now he was fifty-two, nostalgic for the steam giants of his youth, he took holidays aboard railway trains, travelling long journeys through six continents. He had organised his holidays around themes, ranging from studying wildlife, to visiting remote tribes and fishing communities, and sampling...
Copyright 2006 Andrea stood at the left corner of the stage at Ibiza's enjoying the 11:30 set, quaffing down the last of the beer that she had been nursing. She was a fine looking woman, just this side of thirty, with a medium-length haircut that suited her; black hair all fluffed out, shorter on the sides and hitting her shoulders in the back. The black hair was a nice contrast to her pale-white skin. She wore ankle high black boots with a short, tight skirt, black stockings, and a jean...
MASON LIKES THE DICK AND HE WANTS IT IN AND AROUND HIS MOUTH. THEN HE WANTS IT IN HIS BUTTHOLE,THENITGOESINHISURETHRA. AFTER HE HAS THE PEAHNUS IN AND AROUND HIS BUTTHOLE AND URETHRA HE WILL TAKE IT AND RUB IT ALL OVER HIS OILED UP TITTY FACE BUTT HOLE WANK STAINED. THEN MASON DRESS HIS BODY WHILE PEANUS MAN ALSO DRESS SELF BUT THEMS WAS THE SAME. MASON WAS OUT OWN PEANUS IN SELF. THEN MASON OUT WENT AND MET PEOPLES WHIO DIN DUD NOT KNOWS HIMS SCECROT OF OWN PEUNUS PUNTATION WITH OWN PUNIS....
Harry Manley was proud, delighted but a little unsure of himself when he was posted as student teacher at Gael's O'Glee Academy, an all-girl boarding school for the elite in Suffolk, England. Just like his uncle Joe, affectionately known as 'Little Joe', Harry suffered from British pluck and English deference. On the one hand, he tried his best to appear in control at all times ( stiff upper lip and all that ) but he was also excruciatingly obsequious and submissive to others, especially if...
Trish pulled in to her drive. Strange, Harry was home. He should have been at work. Maybe he wasn’t feeling well. Trish put her key into the lock and entered the hall way. ‘Harry love, are you home?’ No answer. ‘Harry are you ok ?’ Still no reply. She softly climbed the stairs and went into their room. Sure enough there was Harry fast asleep in their bed. ‘Harry love’ she whispered, ‘are you feeling ok ?’ There was no answer so she slipped in beside him pulling the quilt over her and...
HARRY WAS NOT A RAPIST. Not exactly. I want to make that clear from the get-go, no matter what happened later. I first met him early one morning the summer after high school graduation. I was visiting Persephone and her mom at their farm somewhere north of Modesto. Lest anyone think otherwise, it was a platonic visit with Persephone, mostly, made even more so because Mrs. D had stashed me in the single men's bunkhouse with a bunch of migrant fruit pickers from Mexico. These workers, and...
Once the school day was over, I had attended a football practice and my then girlfriend Dawn had been doing an after school gym class. It was a cold and dark autuminal late evening by the time we were finished up and on our way back to my parents house for a meal. We were both tired and cold so decided to take a short cut to the house which entailed cutting off the corner of a housing block by crossing through a private residences yard. Now the house to cut through was owned by an elderly guy...
Trish pulled in to her drive. Strange, Harry was home. He should have been at work. Maybe he wasn't feeling well. Trish put her key into the lock and entered the hall way. 'Harry love, are you home?' No answer. 'Harry are you ok ?' Still no reply. She softly climbed the stairs and went into their room. Sure enough there was Harry fast asleep in their bed. 'Harry love' she whispered, 'are you feeling ok ?' There was no answer so she slipped in beside him pulling the quilt over her...
Group SexMy man is up-front and driving, I am sitting in the back, blouse, skirt, stockings and heels. I am also wearing a blindfold and my wrists are cuffed on my lap.A new adventure. I’m told we are going to meet someone.The car eventually stops, engine off and parked. My man gets out of the car, I can hear muffled voices. A little later the back door on the other side of the car opens, as does the driver’s door. Someone sits in the seat beside me and my man sits in the driver’s seat, doors...
As Harry stood in the line of girls in the hall, she made sure to keep her head high and her eyes defiant. She had worn her most vibrant dress, a navy and bright blue gown, determined not to be picked. She stood out like a sore thumb in the the line of dull, brown and green dresses. Her arms were bare, her hands in finger less gloves, and there was a slit up one side of her leg showing off her knee-high boots. The exact opposite of what you were supposed to wear. If you wanted to be chosen,...
I am a nudist and frequently visit our nudist beach alone or with my friends, both male and female.Depending upon my work commitments, I often go alone during the week when it is very quiet and very few people are there. They are mostly older retired types who enjoy just lazing about or walking the beach nude. The weekends are always busy with nature lovers of all ages.In recent weeks I have noticed an older guy there whenever I am there mid-week. We were often the only two on the beach. He has...
MatureI’ve been travelling a lot recently. Change of job. I enjoy it, but too much time alone. It does have some advantages in that I get to meet some interesting people.I had had an important meeting earlier in Edinburgh and I was dressed appropriately. A tight fitting black blouse, under a fitted grey jacket with short grey skirt, stockings and a pair of black high heels. I was in a small wine bar, in Perth, doing my paperwork over a glass of wine. I was distracted by a beefy bloke at a table...
I tighten the nut on the last wheel, push the unit onto the conveyor belt, and move today’s penultimate brass tally token from one box into the finished box. I note that there is a whole final turn of the hourglass before my shift ends. But I can go early if my quota is complete. I place a washer, a painted wheel, another washer on the next axle and hand-tighten the nut. I lift my wrench, almost as tall as me, when I hear “Psst!” behind me. ‘Sceptic’ Alec Bumbletree is behind me, he leans on...
Hi, I am already familiar with you all; I believe. Even then for new readers, it’s my pleasure to introduce myself. I am Rajesh, an engineer in profession, 43 years old. I am happily married with beautiful Priya for last 14 years and we are blessed with two children. We stay in company accommodation; our neighbours are mainly from the same organisation, all family persons. By staying for a long time in same locality, we have developed good family friendship with few families of same status. My...
‘I want to suck your cock the minute we get home,’ my wife Amanda whispered to me in the cab from the airport as we neared home. ‘Let’s throw everything down in the foyer, leave a trail of clothes up the stairs, hop into the shower, and then you stick that stick of yours into my mouth the minute we get into bed.’ This was a good plan. I was one hundred percent behind this plan. It had clear start and end points. It was concise. There were milestones, few subtasks, the resources were available,...
I am a nudist and frequently visit our nudist beach alone or with my friends, both male and female. Depending upon my work commitments, I often go alone during the week when it is very quiet and very few people are there. They are mostly older retired types who enjoy just lazing about or walking the beach nude. The weekends are always busy with nature lovers of all ages. In recent weeks I have noticed an older guy there whenever I am there mid-week. We were often the only two on the beach. He...
any of the actresses mentioned below. This story is written down for enjoyment purposes only. Reese witherspoon woke up with a headache. She didn't know where she was. All she could feel that she was blindfolded. Not only that, she was tied to the bed with duct tape, unable to move her hands and legs. She also noticed that she was nude. A duct tape covered her mouth so that she shouldn't shout. All she remembered was going to a producer's home for some script reading of a film they were...
SCOUTING REPORT KYLE MARTIN (SENIOR, PENN STATE), WR PROPERTY OF THE DENVER BRONCOS FOOTBALL CLUB CONFIDENTIAL EXECUTIVE SUMMARY Club Grade for Position (WR): 1/40 Grade Level: Elite/Franchise Projected Draft Rank for Position (WR): 1st Taken Projected Overall Draft Rank: Top 10 pick. At present, our First Round Draft Position is 12. Projected Picks Prior to 12: 1. Washington Redskins DT 2. Detroit Lions OT 3. Kansas City Chiefs OG 4. Seattle Seahawks QB 5. Oakland Raiders...
________________________________________ Teddy Lupin had been a Junior Auror for nearly eight months. In that time he hadn't done much in terms of fighting dark wizards, and most of the missions he'd gone on had been rather boring. Up until the Azkaban break-out most of his work had consisted of paperwork and the occasional stake-out. Being an Auror, Teddy had discovered, was a lot more than chasing down Dark wizards and saving people's lives. It was for this very reason that Teddy had...
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter. Weasley Family Tree is in the Author's Note at the bottom. ________________________________________ Molly Weasley didn't dare serve dinner until after the Quidditch match had been completed because even she didn't have the ability to drag Weasleys away from Quidditch. Teddy secured a win for his team by practically stealing the Snitch out James's grasp and then everyone was off their brooms and sitting at the large crowd of tables in record time....
________________________________________ Albus managed to sit up right before the hexes started flying. Realizing that he dropped his wand when Lubar and Jarrett hexed him, he groped about for it on the ground. Not finding it, he crawled behind a nearby bush and watched. Jarrett didn't stick around long. He sent one pathetic Stunner at Harry, who easily deflected it, and disappeared on the spot. Harry immediately disarmed Lubar before he could do the same. Once...
________________________________________ Albus spent most of the days preceding Christmas at Rose's house. James was determined to use all of his spare time for Quidditch practice, and he had to go to Rose's house for that. Albus usually went with him and he and Hugo would help James practice while Rose read. Harry had to practically separate James from his broom by magic on Christmas Eve so they could go to Godric's Hollow. James wanted to stay at Rose's house and keep...
________________________________________ A mother kangaroo stood absolutely still in the moonlit forest, watching her child play in the bushes in front of her. The mother would gently pull the roo back every time he got too far away. She was watching him carefully when a loud pop startled her. The joey hopped back over to his mother and jumped into her pouch. They hopped away quickly, not noticing the man who had just appeared a few meters away. The man swore under his breath...
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Albus, John, Rose, and Amanda all agreed to wait until after dinner to visit Matt in the Hospital Wing the next day. They had the afternoon off, but Kaden didn't, and he wanted to come along. Kaden seemed even happier now that he was no longer excluded from anything that Albus did. Gone were the days where Albus would be able to sneak off to the Room of Requirement without Kaden, now that he knew...
________________________________________ On Christmas Eve the Potters went to Godric's Hollow, like usual. It was completely dark by the time they Apparated to the Burrow, but there was plenty of light streaming out of the tall house's windows. As they walked closer to the place, Albus could hear the roars of laughter coming from inside. "Harry!" the door to the Burrow flew open and George stood in the doorway to greet them, a mug of eggnog in his hand. "How are ya,...
________________________________________ Matt didn't return to the common room until Sunday afternoon. Albus and his friends had spent most of the weekend doing homework and playing rounds of Exploding Snap. Kaden made himself scarce and Albus hardly saw him at all. Albus vaguely wondered where he was, but he didn't really think about it much. All that mattered was that Kaden wasn't hanging around Albus anymore. Albus and his friends didn't get a chance to tell Matt about...
________________________________________ Pouring a can of pea soup into the toilet and pretending it was vomit? No, he'd done that the last time. Ketchup on the nose, pretending it was blood? No, that one was just stupid. Faking a headache? Nope, his mum would just turn that around on him and tell him it was his own fault for staying up too late the previous night. Kaden Dursley sighed and sat up on his bed. He gazed out the window at the overcast sky. It was impossible to tell the time...
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or any of Jared Campbell's songs. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cause fate, it's in my way and I don't have the patience to put life on hold, I think I'm holding out for something more. ~Fate, Jared Campbell Eleven-year-old Albus Severus Potter was standing in front of the window in the drawing room of his London house, Grimmauld Place. He had been standing perfectly...
High above the entrance hall of Hogwarts, the flickering light of candles floating over head shone down on the battle-weary wizards below. The familiar, golden glow made Harry feel safe at once. Hogwarts had always been home and he felt its arms wrap around him the moment he entered. The entrance hall, however, was anything but inviting. It wasn’t so much what one could see, but rather feel. Harry took a step forward and, sensing the danger, stepped backward. Enchantments? He’d never...
Chapter 31 – A Dangerous Game ~~~***~~~ The third staircase on the climb up Gryffindor tower locked into place. A few of the wizards in the portraits against the wall stirred, but most just continued sleeping. Even though she was exhausted, Hermione’s heart pounded faster and faster the closer they got to the Gryffindor common room. On their climb out of the dungeons, she explained everything that had transpired. Snape cursed Harry’s reckless behaviour. “He’ll get them all killed...
Chapter 21 - Family ~~~***~~~ The balls Harry had been juggling in the air began to crash down to the floor. One by one, precious orb by precious orb, each and every ball was being sundered. No sooner had he plugged the dyke with one finger than a new spout of water burst forth from somewhere else. And all around, in every direction, those he loved, those who loved him were dying. “I DIDN’T WANT THIS BLOODY WAR!” Harry flung his cup of tea against the stone wall and it smashed...
Chapter 6 - Too Close an Encounter ~~~***~~~ When Harry shut the door to his room and descended the stairs he was, perhaps, the happiest he had ever been in all his life. The sun sent golden rays streaking through the coloured windows above and cast a golden image on the floor below, tinged with enough red to make Harry think fleetingly of Fawkes. His hair a tangled mess, he was wearing a T-shirt, boxers and socks, one with a rather large hole through which the large toe on his right...
Harry Potter and the Birth of a New Sun Chapter 1 - Dreams in the Heat ~~~***~~~ Drip. In the silence… drip… within the warm stone walls… drip… Harry could hear every sound… drip… from every room… drip… and could not sleep… drip. The rain, which only moments earlier had roared outside the castle like the hidden waterfall of the Forbidden Forest, left only the lingering drip of water into shallow pools collected between rock and mortar. Uncovered and naked on his bed, he was still...
Chapter 51 - The Truth Revealed ~~~***~~~ With the help of Gabriella, Harry wore a two-piece black pinstripe suit and polished black shoes. Unfortunately his hair, which started out the morning better than normal, was now as disheveled as ever. The manager at Marley’s Men’s Shop had told him that a black handkerchief was a poor idea, but Harry thinking it appropriate for a funeral didn’t listen. Now, he understood why it was a poor idea. It was strange being fitted for a Muggle suit...
Chapter 41 - A Reason to Be ~~~***~~~ Harry set his quill down on the desk next to the parchment. His hand was cramped, his back ached, and he was so tired he considered laying his head down and going to sleep. Still, it was as if a great weight had been taken from his shoulders. The sky was blue and the sun bright as it streamed into the classroom. An odd contradiction to the subject matter he’d just finished describing--astronomy. He had completed his last end of term exam and was...
Chapter 21 - Protecting the Snake ~~~***~~~ Outside, the rain continued to pour down as Harry made his way back to the Gryffindor common room. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen this much rain. The conditions were miserable, and Harry had to sneer, thinking of Malfoy and what he’d have to do to return to the castle. By now, the Slytherin would be up and about in Hogsmeade. What would he try to do? Harry stopped to look down through a window to the Hogwarts grounds below. Through...
Chapter 11 - An Unhappy Inheritance ~~~~***~~~~ It was dawn, but still quite early. The sky was a glowing deep purple and in the dim light it took Harry a moment to adjust his eyes and clear his head. He slipped on his glasses and patted the edge of his bed where Hedwig hopped to his side. He untied the post from her leg and held it in his hands. The dreams of the night before were washed from his mind as he looked at the writing. It was addressed simply: Harry, My Love. His heart began...
Prologue The golden candlelight flickered off the stone walls, walls built before the founding of Hogwarts, before the campaigns of Charlemagne, before the birth of Christ. These walls endured the battles of Pharaoh, and of Caesar, and saw the creation of magic in the earliest of days. The rhythmic chant of the sixteen, cloaked in black, resonated against the walls, which somehow knew what was to come. A thin, toothless, smile creased her aged face, worn by years of waiting, but now…...
There was a dark and stifling silence in the small, disheveled bedroom at the top of the stairs. The room wasn’t much to look at, but it was arguably a great improvement over the cupboard under the stairs. The shadows of the room held a troubled boy with dark, unruly hair and an unmistakable lightning bolt scar. In torment, he writhed in his bed as he slept. It was frustration and fear rolled into one. He felt as though he were being held back from something, or perhaps from someone....
The sun dropped in the sky over the castle, mottling the horizon with swirl of muted pink and gold. The air held the crisp feel of the approach of cooler nights and the smell of fall was in the air. The new school term had begun at Hogwarts again. If it hadn’t been for the sheer weight of things to come, it would have been a very pleasant evening indeed. A boy with dark, untamable hair and an unmistakable lighting bolt scar sat quietly looking out of a castle window from his dormitory...
________________________________________ It was a nice garden, the garden at Malfoy Manor. At one time the bushes were elegantly crafted topiary, a menagerie of fantastic creatures in fanciful poses, but they had been untended for a year and now they looked just like bushes. Just here or there you could see a shadow of a dragon, the wing of a swan. It was like looking at clouds. The grass had grown up too, long blades that got between your toes. It was half wild but then that was good. It...
________________________________________ “Harry?” Padma said quietly, standing at the end of the hospital bed. Harry seemed to be sleeping, his chest rising and falling weakly. His eyes were red, like he’d been crying. Perhaps the pain was worse than he let on. She felt bad for needing to wake him. “Harry wake up.” She reached out and tapped his leg. He jerked fitfully, but his eyes flickered open. He didn’t speak though, didn’t acknowledge her. He just stared off into space. What had...
Anyway as a result I may be slower to post than usual as I try to beat this twisty, hellish yarn I choose to call a story into submission. Sorry, hopefully the story will be better for it. In other news: OVER 200,000 WORDS! HORAY! ________________________________________ “Hello?” The shopkeeper peered, bleary eyed, at the figure standing on the other side of the glass door. “Sorry we‘re closed now.” “Good.” The hooded man pushed the door open roughly. “Then there will be no...
________________________________________ “One… two… THREE!” Harry yanked up on the broom and tried like hell to hold on as it shot into the air. He saw the stands come into view and screamed, throwing his weight up and scraping over the top by an inch. He tried to slow down but the broom didn’t seem to hear him. He was forced to try and control it as it careened along the ground. All he could do was try to aim the thing like a bull in a rodeo as it bucked and vibrated at sixty miles...
________________________________________ Harry lay on his back on his bed with his mothers locket dangling above him. The bloody thing was taunting him he was sure. He had run some detection charms over it and been shocked to find that the thing was wrapped up six ways from Sunday. Harry flicked through one of the books laid around him but found nothing he hadn’t already seen before. “What now Harry.” Neville had asked him earlier that day when Harry was dragging his way through some...
“Someone back up on the street that I‘d rather didn‘t recognise me.” “Oh right. Bloody paparazzi.” Harry stepped back out into the street and did his school shopping quickly. When he walked back past Fortescue’s the wizard was still there, showing the waitress a long scar on his arm. * Harry stood in the country lane and rechecked the letter he held in his hand. He was sure he was at least in the right village and probably on the right road. It was just that the road went a...
The owl swooped down over sleeping London, a letter, signed and sealed in emerald green clutched in its talons. Even if it had had only the stars to see by it would still have been able to fly true, but it wasn’t necessary. London sleeping was almost as bright as London awake. But light or no light this delivery was a tough one. The post owls prided themselves on being able to find anyone but it didn’t make it easy when the address was simply … London, somewhere… But Dumbledore had given...
A/N: Sorry for the delay in getting this out, I had an accident with my flash drive and everything on it was deleted including the first draft of this chapter. But things are on track now, so getting back in the swing of things, a rewrite of the chapter from the beginning… Read, review and enjoy! After taking Simon’s wand and returning Luna’s to her, Harry left the boy magically bound on the couch with Jacey to watch over him. Allowing him to gently pull her down the hall to the...
Ron slammed his fists down on the bed, tired of feeling guilty and mad and frustrated. Maybe he needed a friend right now after all, someone to talk to and help get some of this off his chest. Harry had claimed to want to listen… but that had been while he’d come to defend Luna’s honor. He didn’t really feel like talking about any of this to the guy who was now in all probability sleeping with his first love. He sat up at the sudden sharp knock on his door and quickly strengthened the...
A/N: Welcome back! Lots to learn, so away we go!   Harry’s words hung in the air between them, full of intentionally unintended emotion. Luna had asked him why, had needed a reason for why he couldn’t just let her be as she was begging him to do. And so he had given her one that had stunned them both into silence. He felt he had somehow put one foot too far over the edge- of what he wasn’t sure. But he had to find a way to fix it. "I could never just leave you like this, I couldn’t...
A/N: Read, Review, Enjoy!   Harry woke in a panic, clutching at his stomach. He found only a small clean bandage, not the wooden dagger he’d been dreaming of. Trying in vain to look around at his dark and blurry surroundings he began a search for his glasses, reflecting as he moved that while he felt stiff and sore, the terrible gut-wrenching pain he remembered was gone. Where was he? What had happened? His fingers finally brushed against the lens of his glasses as he blindly searched...