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In her sixth year at Hogwarts, Petal was of average height for a seventeen-year-old, but had a commanding presence. She was a leader among her group of friends, and had been a clear runner-up for head girl---surely she'd be chosen last school year. She had long platinum hair and a pretty face, with well-formed, arched eyebrows, clear blue eyes and full lips. She was always dangerously on (or below) the edge of allowed skirt-length, and caught many eyes when walking through the halls of Hogwarts, hips swaying.

Primrose Sangula was a cutesy name for a Slytherin girl. Her friends called her Petal (and the teachers obviously went with Miss Sangula). Let's be clear; just because she was in Slytherin didn't mean she was going to be the next dark lord or deatheater or anything like that. She had moral fiber and character---but with clear Slytherin traits: She was ambitious. Arrogant, for sure. Having a disregard for rules came with the territory. Coming from an old, distinguished and wealthy family meant some pretentiousness was ingrained.

With that said, having to work with a rival Gryffindor on a project in their Ancient Runes class was not something she had been looking forward to. Nevertheless, she was not going to let house rivalry ruin her chance of getting perfect grades. So it had been her suggestion that they'd sneak into the forbidden section of the library to find a book that would raise the quality of their written report to perfection; above and beyond what their general textbooks had to offer.

Petal was surprised when the book they found had a secret compartment and a ring fell out. The Gryffindor boy picked it up from the compartment. Petal reached to take it and see if it had any engravings---it appeared to have small runes. They moment they both touched it, there was a spark. Petal figured it was static electricity, but she felt a little strange. Of course, nothing substantial had happened quite yet. But they were both going to have a big surprise when they woke up the next morning. "Did you feel anything?" said Petal.

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Zane Blackwood was as ambitious as any Gryffindor bloke, perhaps even more so due to the fact that his father was a muggle, making him a literal half-blood. He was a skilled Quidditch chaser, skilled at charms and potions, and generally regarded as a model student. Still, he somehow found himself with Petal in the forbidden section of the library. Perhaps it was because he did not want to lose face in front of the pure-blood Slytherin, but maybe it was also because he knew that the girl was right and the only way to complete their task with the perfect grade he so craved was if they had some 'extra help'. He wasn't as nonchalant in breaking the law as the Slytherin girl, but 'bending the law' was an honored Gryffindor tradition. Surely, finding original ways to improve his project further fell under that.

After the small ring shock, Zane shook his hand but shook his head. "Probably nothing," he said. "These books are read so rarely that it's no wonder they get excited when somebody finally gets to them."

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"Possibly..." Petal shrugged. It was a fairly warm evening and she was wearing her white shirt and tie with rolled up sleeves, having dropped sweater and cape while they worked. Sitting with one knee over the other, her skirt allowed for a good look at the soft, pale skin of her legs.

She put the ring in her shirt pocket. Maybe she'd look closer at it later. For now, their report had to remain their main priority. So, they continued to work. Translating and analyzing a set of old runes (only not the ones on the ring). The book did have some usual insight on their assignment, but unfortunately it did not help quite as much as she had hoped.

After a couple of hours, Petal was weary. Her writing-hand ached, even if they had shared that task, and a headache was coming on. A few drops of perspiration trickled down her slender neck. It was a little strange; the castle wasn't that hot. "That'll have to do, Blackwood". She was not his friend, so formality was in order.

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Despite himself, Zane found himself making now and then candid (or so he hoped) glances at Petal's exposed legs. He didn't want to, but keeping himself from doing that was tough. He cursed himself silently for falling for such cheap tricks---she must think she's all that and more!---and getting distracted so easily from his work. The truth was, he figured, she wasn't even aware that she was really doing it; after all, right now, they were supposed to be partners and would get the grade together---it was just second nature for the girl.

He also felt some heat spreading inside of himself, which he attributed to his pent-up anger towards the Slytherin girl and her coy maneuvers.

"Whatever you say, Miss Sangula" he used the names the teachers used as a reply to her own over-formality towards him. Not that he minded being called 'Blackwood' by his friends and classmates, but from Petal it felt different, almost mocking. "I'll just add the external index after I get back to my dorms" he added, taking the last technical task for himself. Not that he was expecting any gratitude.

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"Good. Until tomorrow then." Petal rose and headed off in the direction of her own house, Slytherin Dungeon. As she walked, she briefly thought about Zane Blackwood. He was sort of cute, but there was no way she could ever be girlfriend-boyfriend with a Gryffindor. It just wasn't possible. Of course, she could always play with the idea in her mind. Perhaps even (very secretly) think about dirty stuff with him some role.

When she reached the Slytherin common room, she felt even warmer than before, and was pretty certain she was coming down with a cold or something. Petal considered contacting the nurse, but decided to wait until the morning. Chances were she'd sleep it off. So, she quickly did her evening routine and went to bed in a room she shared with a small group of other girls (who weren't there, right now).

Petal had drawn the drapes around her bed for privacy even before the others came up from the common room. She was so warm that she even took off her long nightgown and lay on the bed in nothing but her underwear, pale and glistening with sweat. Later, with goosebumps across her flesh, she started shivering, and climbed under the blankets again.

She finally slept. When she awoke in the morning, something was terribly wrong. This was not her bed. She didn't feel sick, but something was very, very strange...

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Returning to his dorm room, Zane was bothered with similar thoughts about Petal to what she had been having about him, which he was having difficulty pushing out of his mind. He kept coming back to the girl's exposed legs, her beautiful long hair, and her casual arrogance that seemed to say that she was just so pretty because she could be nothing less than perfect. It was annoying, yet even if he saw right through her (or so he thoughts), it affected him the way she probably knew it would and was secretly (and not so secretly) smug about.

After returning to the boy's dorm in the Gryffindor tower, he worked some more on their project, giving it the last finishing touches as promised, which was a welcomed distraction. By the time he was done, he was too tired to do anything other than strip down his clothes and drop on his bed, pulling his own curtains---crimson with the golden Gryffindor symbol---around, crawling under his blanket, and fall asleep.

He had the weirdest dream while sleeping, and waking up was difficult. He was tangled in his sheets. Something was draped over his face. He was a bit cold, and so he somehow tried to dig himself deeper into the tangled mess that was him and the bed, putting the pillow over his head. He, too, could feel that something was off... and he hoped to sleep it off.

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Petal was in the wrong bed for sure. Although there were drapes around the bed, so she couldn't see the rest of the room, they were not her drapes. She sat upright, wide-eyed in confusion and fear. She looked down. These were not her bedspreads. These were not her arms!

Fear turned to sheer terror. Pulling the covers off, she looked down at the rest of herself. Her magnificent, beautiful breasts were gone and she was wearing boys' underwear! Not only that, there was a big bulge on her crotch (and a strange sensation)! _Do boys always wake up with these erections?_ an infinitesmal part of her brain was wondering. Most of her mind, however, was preoccupied with the bigger issue---panic.

Petal half stumbled out of bed, falling through the drapes and down on the floor in the middle of a bedroom in Gryffindor. Fortunately the bulge was already subsiding. She was immediately surrounded by a small group of boys. "Whoah, Zane. You got a bad dream or something?" said one of them. There was concern in their voices, not mockery. Another held out his hand to help her up. "I got you, Zane."

"Zane... Zane?" Petal stammered, recognizing her own voice, which wasn't hers. She was many things, but not stupid. This was only as long as it took her to realize she was in Zane Blackwood's body. Nevertheless, inside she was still in utter panic. "Uh... thanks." She caught Zane's face on the wall and realized she was looking in a mirror. "I think I'm going to be sick...."

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Down below the Gryffindor tower, in the Slytherin dungeon, a similar scene unfolded, although at a much slower rate, as Zane (or at least some part of him) was still struggling against the pillows and blankets drying to get some more rest before it was time to wake up. The more he tried to struggle against the sheets and fix them, the more tangled he got in them. It was almost as if the blankets had a mind of their own and were out to get him.

Eventually, all that struggling forced him to wake up. He found himself staring at the ceiling, a blanket draped over the top of his torso and around one of his legs, and something else was draped over his face. Some sort of fabric...? No... more like strings or bristles, but softer, he swiped it away.

Then he notices something else---the curtains over his bedposts are green rather than crimson. It was some sort of prank. He sat with a start, and those strings or bristles fell over his face again. No... not string. Hair. Long platinum hair. Someone had put a wing on him while he was sleeping. He tried to pull it off and then yelled in pain---in a loud, high-pitched voice.

"Are you OK?" asked a concerned girl's voice from somewhere behind the curtains. There was also some very girly giggling that he was sure was at his expense. "Everything alright, Petal?" another girly voice asked. This one sounded more indifferent than the first. Petal? The blanket slid off his top part to reveal... a girl somewhere around him was screaming. It took him a few long seconds to realize the scream was coming from him.

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Petal sat down on her own bed, arms crossed over tummy. She sat like that for a few moments, just until she was sure she wasn't going to throw up. The other boys started bustling about her, getting ready for the day. Changing. Heading for the shower. Casual about being undressed. Of course, why wouldn't they be. She blushed a little, but tried to hide it. Petal was not very experienced with boys, in spite of looking and acting world-weary. _Think, Petal._ Petal thought. Something had happened to put her in Zane Blackwood's body. And her body? Zane had to be in her! That notion sent another wave of nausea through her. Oh no. What could he be doing and seeing?! This was terrible and embarrassing! "Maybe you should see the nurse." said a boy. Petal just shook her head.

It had to be the ring. It was a magic ring of some kind. What had happened to it? Yes, Zane had taken it. Wait, she was in his body. She had it now. She looked around, and found several things. The ring. Their homework project. Zane's clothes and satchel. Petal was going to have to get changed, find Zane in her body and quickly do something to reverse this. She made her way to one of the bathrooms with her bundle, feeling a pressure that wasn't entirely too unfamiliar. She needed to pee. Entering a private stall, she looked down and shook her head. There was no way she was going to do this standing up. She would spray pee all over the place. No, she lowered her underwear and sat down, making sure Zane's penis was inside the ring. Fortunately, it happened automatically.

Having finished, but still feeling dizzy, Petal grabbed some paper to wipe herself. Maybe boys didn't need to, but she did anyway. She looked down now, unable not to. She looked right at Zane's exposed penis. It was quite long and thick. The act of looking at it made her blush again. It was good no one were here to see. She touched it. It was quite soft at the moment. Then, as she stood there watching it started thickening and firming up and the sensation was weird! No! Although her curiosity had gotten the best of her for a moment, she was not going to do this. She was going to respect Zane's body and just hope that he would do the same. Petal got dressed (which was strange too) and looked at herself in the mirror. She washed his face and adjusted his hair, but didn't think this was the way Zane kept it. She didn't remember. No makeup. Boys had it easy. Now, it was just a matter of finding him, but she couldn't enter Slytherin Dungeon like this.

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Meanwhile, down in the Slytherin dungeon, the giggles from outside the curtain stopped, and a couple of curious faces, some worried more than others, peeked between the curtains to see what was happening, ignoring all pretense of privacy. Zane immediately pulled the covers up to cover 'himself'. His first thought was that this was somehow a devious prank by Petal, but it didn't add up. Eventually, the probing looks from those Slytherin girls and their insistent questions about what had just happened led him to the correct conclusion. He was somehow made to look like Petal, transferred into Petal's body, or worse---he was Petal but somehow had Zane's memories. Zane wasn't quite sure how or why, but he knew that whatever it was, it needed to be fixed, and it needed to be resolved quickly.

"I just had a bad dream," Zane said, thinking quickly. Or rather, he thought that this was what he said. The words came out in a weird voice—Petal's voice---only quite different. One's voice never sounds the same to oneself as it does to others, after all. Yet it was still a very girly voice, high-pitched and almost melodic. "You can't hide anything from me, Petal." said one dark-haired girl that Zane couldn't remember the name of, eyeing her suspiciously. "I know you too well. Something else was going on." That girl, too, was pretty in that annoying Slytherin way. Zane reluctantly had to admit that most---if not all---the Slytherin girls were so pretty, but it also made perfect sense---being pretty made those girls grow up with a sense of entitlement, which naturally led them to this accursed house. Still, the dark-haired girl shot her another piercing glance and then went on her way.

Zane had some chance to think. Suppose this was just an illusion spell cast on him that made him look like Petal to others; then he really was still in his own body. Those... things... on his top were not real, and the hair was not real... he gave his hair another pull---it was still quite painful. He tried to touch his top through the blanket but didn't dare---yet he felt well enough his 'breasts' being pressed against the blanket anyway. And between his legs? He decided not to think about that or check anything down THERE for now.

Instead, he would have to find Petal---whatever was going on, she was at the center of it, and if she still existed in some form or another, he had to find her. But not in 'his' underwear. He got up and, trying not to look at 'his' body, searching for anything that looked like a school uniform. He found a small mirror and threw it away as if stung by a bee after Petal's face stared back at him. He eventually found something and just pulled it on as quickly as he could. There were no pants, however, just a selection of skirts, each shorter than the other... he stared at them, not daring to choose one.

All around him, girls were getting dressed or otherwise getting themselves ready. He tried not to look. He really did. But it was too hard not to shoot a glance here and there. So... there he was... or rather 'she' was... the body of a Slytherin girl sitting on her bed, half-dressed, her hair a mess, the curtain pulled, her gaze traveling back and forth between the skirts she laid out on the bed and the other girls in the room, not quite sure what to do with herself.

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Petal stood near Slytherin dungeon, trying to pretend she had some business at this location and act in a way that didn't attract attention. Then the Slytherins started filing out of their area, most of them surely heading for breakfast. There were a few glances in her direction, but for the most part they seem to act like she/he didn't exist.

Then there were friends moving by and Petal had to bite her tongue not to acknowledge them in any way. She kept steeling looks to see, but there was no sign of herself. Had she disappeared? Had she gotten this wrong, that this was not what she thought? Eventually, the crowd was gone and the entrance was quiet. Petal took a deep breath and entered Slytherin dungeon using the password. It worked.

Her heart was beating fast---or rather Zane's was. It was hard to think about these things. She was quiet and tried to remain out of sight. Fortunately, she knew exactly where to go and the shortest routes. Soon, she stood in the doorway of her shared bedroom, and there she was. Her own body, presumably with Zane in control of it, and still in her sleeping gown.

For a split second she admired herself from behind. She had a stunning bottom, soft skin and curves to die for. Petal had never seen herself like this, from the outside. Was it wrong to be attracted to herself? Narcissistic? Probably. Anyway, she soon turned her focus to the main problem. "Zane? Is that you?" Petal whispered in Zane's voice, getting his attention from the door.

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The way Zane saw it, there were a few options: One was that there was another Petal out there; another was that there was only 'him' right now, with Zane's body unconscious (or worse) in his bed and Petal gone, and yet another was that there was someone who everybody thinks is Zane but really is Petal inside. He would have to try to find either 'himself' or Petal to determine which was correct. And for that... he knew he would have to dress up in... a girl's uniform, parts of which were laid out on the bed in front of him.

He got an unexpected answer, at least to his first dilemma, when he heard a voice behind him. It was very familiar, yet he couldn't quite place it, partly due to the fact the Petal was whispering but also that one's voice, as heard by others, is never the same as what you hear yourself. He froze... who else knew that he was here? Instinctively he grabbed the blankets to his chest for some cover as he turned his head to see... himself?

He stared at himself for a long few seconds. While he mostly knew what was going on, it still took his mind a little to catch up and digest everything. "Petal?" he asked in disbelief. He intended to whisper back, but his voice came out louder than he intended, once again sounding incredibly girly. And once more, a mess of hair got in front of his face---which he had to brush aside.

To his already growing concerns joined another thing to worry about---if someone caught 'him' there, he could get in some real trouble. "Hide before anybody sees you!" he added quickly. Presumably, if this were indeed Petal, she'd know where they could talk in private around here. Or... perhaps just behind the curtains of Petal's bed. He suspected a Slyterhin dorm would have many other secret spots, though.

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Petal had been right. That, at least, made her feel a little better. Knowing what was wrong was half the way to make it right. She glanced out of the door to make sure they would remain alone for a while longer. Then she came closer, watching herself from the front. Zane obviously had no idea how to make herself look as good as she could. Nevertheless, she was a little taken a back at how prominent her breasts were from this angle.

"We'll have this sorted out right away." said Petal in Zane's voice. She moved to the chair where she had left her cloak last night and retrieved the magical rune ring they had found. "Here. Touch this."

When he did, Petal did not feel the same spark as before. She stood still, awaiting a transformation, nonetheless. But nothing happened. "I... we slept! The changed happened in the night while we were sleeping. We're going to have to go like this all day!"

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While Petal looked at him, Zane pulled the blanket even closer to himself. It was silly, of course, as what he was hiding was actually Petal's own body, but it felt right. Perhaps he was also embarrassed to be seen in this body by anyone, including Petal herself.

As he pulled his hand away from the ring, long slender, delicate fingers, he looked up at 'himself,' those pretty eyes wide open. "What? I... have to be stuck like this for the entire day?" he looked down at his hands, turning then back and forth, and then back at Petal---or rather, his own face. It was weird to see himself taller than... well, himself, and he had to look a little up when talking. "That's... horrible" he blurted without thinking. Did he offend her by implying that being 'her' is horrible?

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"We can agree on that." said Petal. "Horrible." Petal was glad Zane had the inclination to cover herself up when there was a boy around, so to speak. Nevertheless, they had things to do. "Listen, I've seen myself lightly-clad before. Just get dressed." She pointed at the clothes. "We need to get to class and deliver our report. We're just going to have to skip breakfast"---which everyone else were eating this very moment.

"And you can't go around looking like that. I'll cast the Beauty spell. That'll take care of hair and light makeup. We're just going to skip my daily routine of creams and salves." She had a collection of ointments that could rival the potionmasters' storages of ingredients. Petal brought out Zane's wand from his cape and held it in her hand.

"This is so wrong." Using someone else's wand was as strange as being in someone else's body. Her old wand was still attuned to her. She grabbed it from her nightstand and handed Zane his old one. "That's better." Then she quickly cast the spells and Zane in Petal's body looked much better. "Now get dressed! Preferably without looking at yourself... I mean at me... At my body. You know what I mean." The cheeks of Zane's face blushed.

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_What if somebody sees us?_ Zane asked himself but didn't dare to ask that out loud. If someone did see him in the girl's dorm as one gets dressed, he---that 'real' Zane, that is---would be in big trouble. He also knew that Petal likely didn't care if he got in trouble, but the fact is that it would reflect badly on her as well. He could at least trust her not to get him into TOO much trouble. Of course, if he shared his concerns with her, she would likely just find some way to use that against him, so he kept silent.

"Hm... OK..." he said reluctantly, his voice asking, _Can't I just wait in bed until tomorrow?_ But he knew he couldn't. They had a presentation to make. He would just have to brave it one day as a girl. How hard can it be? At least his hair didn't bother him as much after Petal's spell. He couldn't hold himself and brushed a few fingers through it. So soft and smooth.

He began to undress and put on the uniform in the way that made the most sense to him, trying to ignore the fact that Petal was there watching him. She was right---it was her body, so there was no problem with her watching it, right? And on the converse, it was HIM watching, so he had nothing to hide from himself, right? Yet it was still very, very odd, and he was kept uneasy the entire time. If only she hadn't asked him not to look! Now looking was all he could think about. And besides, it was difficult to dress a strange body in a strange outfit without looking even a little, especially when speed is of the essence since any moment someone might come in.

So... he did get a few good looks hoping she wouldn't notice. Petal's body was as amazing as he had imagined, especially with the top off. Putting on a bra, he even managed to touch her breasts a little, his hands brushing against them as he tried to adjust the strange contraption; his hand lingered there a tad too long. The top was easy to put on, but even that one had to be adjusted based on her new body shape and pulled down a bit until everything 'snapped' into place... the skirt was almost as odd as the bra, being so short and exposed... she couldn't believe girls would willingly put this on one day in and day out. Even with the skirt on, he felt half-naked. Now all that remained were the shoes, which turned out to be more complex than he expected, with an intricate lacing mechanism. And now all he could think about was looking and touching himself. He tried not to make eye contact with Petal-Zane again.


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Adam had seen what it looked like when his sister came, he had made her cum plenty of times after all. But those were with his fingers or his mouth, never like this. Never with his cock deep inside of her so he could feel it as well as hear and see it. Somehow, her tight little pussy tightening around his fingers was nothing compared to how incredible it felt for her to be tightening around his cock as she came. It also made Adam feel a lot better about what happened in the shower as now he knew that he could make his sister cum like this and it wasn't just going to be him that got to cum. But what he hadn't expected was how her tightening up around him made his body decide that he couldn't hold back any longer. He could feel that familiar intensity beginning to build in his core and he knew that it was coming.

He didn't even stop to think about how he should probably not cum in his sister. He'd already done it once, so what was the harm in doing it again. And he knew that she wanted him to. "Fuck Amy," he groaned, his brain momentarily wondering how upset their parents would be to hear him swearing, "I'm... I'm gonna... oh fuck!" His body went wild as he lost all semblance of control and thrust into her hard and wild, their bodies slamming together until he felt it finally happening. Groaning in pleasure, he slammed into her one more time, burying himself deep inside of her as he felt his cock twitch and his hot cum begin to fill his sister's tight pussy, the twins bond only growing as they shared this most intimate of moments.

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Amy quickly discovered there was one thing better than an orgasm while impaled by Adam's prick, and that was for him to cum in her while she came. She heard him swear, his warning he was going to cum, cut off as he came, and came hard. She felt the warm blast of his semen splash against her cervix, his cock pulse and spit, depositing load after load of fertile spunk in her belly. She groaned, the feeling adding to the pleasure of her orgasm. Her core spasmed, milking her brother of his young fertile seed, sucking his sperm into her womb. This was exactly how her sister's baby had been made, unprotected sex, a boy with fertile seed, and the worst time of the month. Luckily for Amy at least, she wasn't in that time of the month, she wasn't ovulating, there was nothing for her brother's swimmers to fertilize.

Finally after what felt like a very long time, her body started to come down from the orgasm she'd had. The pleasure had been intense and there was a sheen of sweat on her forehead. She looked up at Adam, pulling him close to kiss him, holding him inside her, not wanting to let the moment, the feelings go. She kissed him, passionately but tenderly, looking up into his eyes. "That was even better then the shower, and the shower was good," she told him between kisses.

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The kiss they shared in that moment was certainly a special one. It was the first time they had intentionally had sex like this and he had gotten to enjoy what it felt like to fill his sister with his hot cum. The risk of what they'd done went over both of their heads and the danger of that was how when nothing happened, they would have no reason to think that they were taking a significant risk in doing this. The kisses continued to come slow and passionate, Adam savoring how delicious his sister's lips were against his. His heartbeat was slowly returning to normal as the siblings basked in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking. "It was amazing," he agreed, "And way better than the shower. Hopefully it's something that we can do again and get even better at it."

Still loving the moment, Adam finally started to slowly pull out of Amy, groaning as his sensitive cock rubbed against her tight walls before he finally pulled out completely. He didn't like the feeling that followed, the lack of attachment that suddenly existed now that he wasn't inside her anymore. To try and make up for it, he laid beside her, his head resting gently on her bare breasts and his arm moving to wrap around her waist, holding her close. "This night has been incredible, hasn't it sis?" he asked her gently, enjoying how good her body felt against his, "I don't ever want this to end."

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The afterglow in some ways was even better then sex itself, the climax was over, the intense feelings softening as two young lovers basked in each other's love. They were brother and sister so this love was wrong on so many levels, but as she laid there, her brother still inside her, gently twitching as they kissed, she didn't care, didn't think much else beyond how good it felt, and how she wanted to do this more often, as often as she could in fact. She knew they'd be in trouble if they got caught, but in her mind only because it was taboo, not because of how risky it was to let a boy pump his sperm deep inside your belly where it could make a baby.

She moaned a little as he started to pull out, kissing him. "So much better then the shower Adam. We'll do it more often, promise. Like any time we can sneak it in without getting caught." the feeling of him pulling out, a drool of his semen leaking down her tunnel, dripping out of her her pussy felt weird but good, proof she was no longer a girl but a woman. "It has been. And to think I wanted just the tip." She paused, "No wonder Alice did this so much with her boyfriends." She kissed him again as he settled beside her, "We'll just do it again when we're ready."

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Adam smiled when Amy told him that they would do it whenever they could do it without getting caught. Which, given how oblivious their parents had been to their previous explorations, meant that it would be able to happen fairly often. He liked the thought of that as they laid together, just basking in the afterglow of the moment. Their naked bodies pressed together, the warmth of their activities slowly starting to fade and a slight chill coming over him. Reaching down, Adam carefully pulled the blanket over their naked forms, protecting them from the cool air of the room. Once that was down, he shifted slightly so that his head was resting on her shoulder, his eyes staring at the swell of her breasts. Adam really found himself enjoying this almost as much as the sex itself.

He chuckled softly as she mentioned that they'd do it again when they were ready. "You thinking about doing it again tonight?" he asked her as his hand started to trace gently circles on her flat tummy underneath the blanket, "Because I think I just need a little bit to recover and then I could go again. And I certainly wouldn't say no to the idea." Though there was some eagerness in his voice, he was sure that his sister would know that he wasn't trying to push her into anything. They had always been very much in sync with one another in everything they did, so he wasn't worried. That said, he knew that he would enjoy being inside his sister again if she wanted him to be, neither of them realizing the potential danger that they were in if they continued to fuck like this without any sort of protection.

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The air had gotten a little chill as the sweat on her skin started to evaporate. Adam's pulling the covers over them, warming her up but also feeling closer to her brother and lover. They'd been inseparable as kids, now as young adults, joined at the hip, as lovers. Amy took his hand in her own, entwining her fingers, holding their hands up so she could kiss the back of his hand. "I wouldn't say no to doing it again Adam. It was everything I'd hoped it would be." She grinned a little, kissing him, "How many times do you think we could do it before Mom and Dad get home? Three times, four times?"

Pulling down under the covers, Amy didn't tell Adam what she was going to do until her delicate lips enveloped his glans, taking his into her mouth. She enjoyed sucking him off, and after what he'd done for her, he deserved a little bit of pleasure. She'd tasted his cum before, sucking him off and swallowing when he came, but she'd never tasted him after being inside her, and it was different, still tasted just as good, sweeter, but different. When he finally pulled the covers down, she looked up at him. "Thought he deserved it for being so good to me."

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Adam laughed when she asked him how many time he thought they could do it before their parents got home on Sunday evening. "Well we've already done it twice and they've only been gone for a few hours," he said with a smile, "So we've still got all day tomorrow and until roughly dinner time on Sunday. So I would say we could easily do it five or six more times before they get home if we wanted. And I do think that I'd want that." He kissed her softly as he closed his eyes, figuring that a bit of a rest was in order before they tried to decide what was going to happen next. So he was more than a little surprised when he felt rather than saw his sister slip under the covers. He didn't think much of it at first, at least until he felt her lips begin to wrap around the head of his cock and that was when he let out a low moan and his eyes opened slowly.

Carefully taking hold of the covers, he lifted them up so that he could see his sister and watched as she started to suck his dick. This was far from the first time that she'd sucked him off, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it every time. And the fact that he'd been inside her only a few minutes ago and her taste had to still be on him only made it hotter for him. He let out another low groan of pleasure as she paused to tell him why she was doing it. He just smiled as he reached down with one hand and started to slowly run his fingers through her messy hair. "Then don't let me stop you." he told her as he leaned back and just enjoyed what she was doing to him, his fingers still working through her hair gently to show her how much he was enjoying what she was doing.

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"All day tomorrow and part of Sunday. I guess we could do it a few more times before they get home." Amy remarked, a smile on her lips as she looked up at him from under the covers, her lips a little messy from what was left on his shaft when he'd pulled out. She'd done this before, and even let him empty himself into her mouth a few times, curious how he'd tasted. So now, under the covers, sucking him off was no different then before, except for maybe the taste of herself on him. She wouldn't go so far as to say she enjoyed tasting him, but she wasn't against it, wasn't against eating him out after having sex with her.

His hands in her hair made her purr and she went back to his glans, sucking on him, fingers gently stroking his shaft, making sure she didn't leave any to leak out and leave a telling mess. She was in a happy spot, she'd discovered sex was as good as she'd imagined it to be. Her brother was eager for more, as was she, and nothing short of a dose of cold hard harsh reality could ruin the emotional high she was on. A does of reality would come, but for her right now, nothing could ruin it. She made sure it was clean, wiping her lips before she crawled up to Adam and kissed him as she curled up beside him.

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Adam couldn't help but love the feeling of his sister's lips as she wrapped them around his cock, taking him with a skill that he knew she had honed on the very same cock in her mouth right now. Neither twin had done anything else with anyone else before. They had been each other's first kiss, first orgasm that they'd had from someone else, first oral sex partner, and now first time having actual sex. He wondered just how many other first they might have left to explore together. He would have to spend some time in the locker room at school and listen in on the conversations. Adam didn't want to admit it, but some of the ideas that his sister had really liked had actually come from him listening in the locker room to see what the other guys were doing with their girlfriends.

Which led him to wonder something. Yes, Amy was his sister, but given all that they'd been doing together, did that also make them boyfriend and girlfriend? They certainly behaved like a lot of the couples that they had seen in school, though they were like that in private only because they knew how their love would be frown upon. But as she crawled up his body after having sucked his cock for a little while, he smiled as she kissed him and he kissed her back before she curled up with him, his arm easily going back around her naked form to hold her close. "Can I ask you a question, sis?" he said, knowing that she'd be fine with that, "Do we... I mean... are we... are we like boyfriend and girlfriend, you think?" He was very curious to see what his sister would say about the thought, knowing that in situations like this, he would probably just end up taking his cue from her as far as how he viewed things.

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Lying beside her brother, curled up against him, his arm wrapped around her possessively, Amy knew what it felt like to be a woman. In her man's arms, held by him, her body still on edge a little but satisfied from the orgasm he'd given her. She felt safe, loved, and desired as she lay there beside him. His question though piqued her curiosity. Were they boyfriend and girlfriend? If they weren't brother and sister she'd agree in a heartbeat, even gone so far as to say they were going steady, lovers even. But they were siblings, and if they considered themselves boyfriend/girlfriend, could that lead to problems if they started behaving like they were?

"I supposed if we weren't siblings, sure. But we are, and I'm not sure we should think that way you know? If we think we're boyfriend/girlfriend, we may forget in a wrong moment and get caught." She smiled, looking up into his eyes, "We are lovers though, young lovers, and that term I'm not afraid to use."

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Adam listened as Amy gave him her answer to the question he'd asked. The truth was he was a bit disappointed about the answer she gave, but she had a valid point. It was one thing for the two of them to be like this in private when it was just them. But in public, when people around them knew they were brother and sister, if they slipped and did something, it could cause them all sorts of trouble and even expose them. And if they got exposed, then Adam wasn't foolish enough to think that their parents wouldn't separate them to prevent it from continuing. So no, she was right, they had to do their best to keep their love a secret from anyone else in order to ensure that they were able to continue it. But her admission that she did consider them lovers did help and made him smile.

"I think that I can live with that," he told her softly as he kissed her forehead gently, "We are most certainly lovers, especially after tonight. And we do need to make sure that we're careful not to reveal anything when we're in public. I don't want you getting in trouble." He honestly wasn't too concerned about himself, but he did worry about his sister. If things did get out, people would look at her differently and it might ruin her chances to one day get married and have children if she did want to. But he didn't think about that too hard as if she did want that, then they would have to stop this at some point and that wasn't a pleasant thought. "So, lover," he whispered teasingly, "Do you wanna do it again? Or should we get some sleep and then we can see how we're feeling in the morning?"

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"We do need to be careful, because I don't want to lose you Adam. And getting outed would ruin our fun." Amy reminded him, curled up in his arms. Nestling deeper into his chest, she purred a little. She suspected he'd hoped she would agree to call him her boyfriend and was disappointed she hadn't, but she knew that getting caught would ruin their fun, and the last thing she wanted was to have their fun ruined, especially now that they'd discovered sex together. She hadn't really considered how, just that she knew getting caught would ruin it for them both.

Amy looked up at him, yawning a little. "Much as I'd like to lover, I think we need some sleep. Sex takes a lot out of you it seems." She grinned, "I'd love to wake up to my lover inside me, slowly, casually making love to me. Or if he wakes up in the middle of the night with an erection, wakes me to make love."

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Adam had to admit that he was a little disappointed that he couldn't secretly call his sister his girlfriend, but they did need to remember that what they were doing would not be accepted by anyone else so it was important that they kept it a secret. Still, there was plenty of good that happened tonight as the pair of them had taken the next step together and now had this to add to their amazing relationship. And Amy always knew how to make him feel better as she snuggled up with him, their naked bodies almost as one as they savored their forbidden love. He couldn't help but laugh as she mentioned the notion of being woken up with sex or him waking her in the middle of the night with a need to make love. Both of those sounded like wonderful ideas to him. "Well I will keep that in mind," he said softly, "Good night, sis. I love you." He kissed her forehead as he too closed his eyes to drift off.

He really had no idea how long he slept for, but it was still dark outside when he woke. He wasn't entirely awake at any rate, but he was aware of the soft sound of his sister's breathing as she was nestled against his side. And as he took stock of the situation, he couldn't help but smile when he realized that he had an erection. It was perhaps a bit too early for it to be called morning wood, but that didn't really matter as he remembered Amy's words from the night before. "Amy," he whispered softly, "Amy, lover, wake up. I've got something for you." Smiling softly, he took hold of her hand and gently guided it down towards his cock, hoping that she would remember her words from earlier that night and be eager to make good on them.

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The feeling of her brother's emission still lingering inside her, Amy quietly drifted off to sleep. She could feel her brother curled up beside her, naked and pressed against her body. They'd slept together at times, but always clothed, never naked. This was different then before and she liked it. It felt good, natural to have her lover curled up against her like this as they slept. Falling into a deep sleep, she started dreaming, of her and Adam making love, the two young lovers in a shared apartment, their own private space at college, away from family, away from friends. One aspect of the dream was a small bump, her belly popped out a little, and in her dreams it didn't bother her, the pregnancy expected and wanted.

She was pulled from the dream as Adam woke her from her slumber, whispering in her ear. "Mmm?" she whispered back to her brother as he told her he had something for her. "We were making love in our apartment," she added, her dream still vivid. When his hand guided hers to his erection, she smiled softly. Lifting her leg a little she looked at her brother, kissing him, "Do it lover. Put it back in me where it belongs."

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Adam smiled as Amy came to slowly and mentioned the two of them making love in their apartment. Adam wouldn't deny that he loved the notion of them having their own apartment, their own private space where they would have to hide their love for one another. It would even be simple enough to do. Just get a two bedroom place so no one thought anything was odd about the twins continuing to live together. But that was a thought for another day as right now, it was clear that she wanted him in this moment, even going as far as to say that his cock belonged inside of her. He grinned as he kissed her deeply for a long moment, just savoring the taste of her lips on his. It was only after that that he would roll her more fully onto her back so he could settle between her thighs.

"Oh yes, does my cock belong inside you?" he asked her playfully, "Let's find out." He let out a low groan of pleasure as he started to slide his cock into her tight, wet pussy and started to gently push deeper into her, taking his time and savoring the process. "Oh fuck, you were right," he said with a smile, "It does belong inside of you." He kept pushing until he finally bottomed out deep inside of her. And it was then that he got an idea in his head. Holding her closely, he rolled their bodies so that he would end up on his back and she was straddling him, her knees on either side of his hips and his cock still firmly inside of her. "What do you think of this, lover?" he asked her, his voice breathless, "You like being on top of me for a change?"

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Amy accepted the kiss from her brother, tender but passionate as thee two sleepy siblings lay there, unsure and uncaring when in the morning it was. It was still dark out so obviously early, before 4am but it didn't matter, she was with him, and they were making love again, or would be momentarily as her brother rolled her onto her back, moving between her thighs. He teased her a little, asking if he did belong inside her and she nodded sleepily he did. Feeling him slide back in, that erect male member snake back into her belly, slowly, tenderly, she let out a soft moan, "Of course it does Adam," she whispered softly, "Of course it does."

The roll wasn't expected, but she didn't stop her brother pulling her on top of him. Leaving her kneeling on him, their bodies pressed together, skin to skin. She kissed him, slowly rocking her hips, making sure he stayed deep inside where he belonged. She smiled, "I was dreaming we were in our apartment making love, at college. Just the two of us," she paused, "and I was pregnant I think. Just the smallest of bumps, kinda like when Alice came out she was expecting. It was weird but felt, natural in my dream I guess?"


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This was definitely not how Jeffrey had expected the day or their relationship to go, but he wasn't going to complain about either in the slightest. He let his head rest back on the pillows as Vanessa continued the both literally and metaphorically drool over his manhood until it was coated in her spit and lipstick marks. He knew that just getting her mouth on him wouldn't be enough for her. She would want to feel him inside her, both from curiosity and because she seemed to think that she had something to prove to him.

"Twenty... two." He breathed as she straddled him, rubbing, nudging and then pressing herself down against the domed head of his shaft and he felt her lips ruffle over it and the the hot, tightness of her beginning to edge down around him like a glove. He had never mentioned a son before, but now he looked at her, he thought he could see the faint line of a scar down her belly. That explained why she was still as taut and tight as she was. He had been in this situation before, so he knew that she was going to have to go slow and take her time over stretching her pussy down on his length and around his girth.

"Go easy, just listen to your body and take your time. You'll fit around me with just a little patience." He said, oozing confidence, running his hands up her thighs and gripping her hips gently or help her steady herself. There was more than enough stimulation against the head of his cock and arousal from the sight of her squatting over him to keep him hard as slowly, slowly she worked his hardness deeper and deeper into her enveloping softness. Gradually, inch by inch she was able to impale herself further and further down his length and he saw that look on her face, the one that said she loved what she felt and he smirked at her knowingly.

"See? I told you you'd love being filled properly for the first time and you haven't even taken all of me yet." He boasted, stroking his hands along her hips and round over her buttocks as she rode him cautiously, her nails scraping and then digging into his chest as her enjoyment began to build. It was definitely getting easier now, her arousal and all that wetness cutting through all the friction, relaxing her muscles until at last her perfect round buttocks were touching and then bouncing off his thighs with a satisfying slap. Grinning he leaned up offering his lips to be kissed, his hands running up from her hips now she no longer needed to be steadied to toy with her magnificent breasts.

"Hmmm... you're wonderful tight. I could get used to this." He teased, as he rolled and toyed with her nipples.

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Vanessa's eyes went wide as he mentioned his real age and she soon realized she was having sex with someone quite a few years younger than her own son. Somehow this made her feel awkward, but also incredibly turned on. It was mostly due to how much he was loving her body, just as much as she was finding a new level of pleasure being with him. He felt amazing and as she took more of him inside her, Vanessa had never experienced what it was like to be completely filled up and soon his cock seemed to be stretching her out even more as she wondered just how many more inches she needed to take before she had him fully inside of her.

Bouncing up and down she gasped, moaned, and whimpered a bit feeling just how deep he was inside her. When he shifted up to kiss her Vanessa felt his shaft bury even deeper inside her. He was making her toes curl, the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, and her whole body was trembling from how good he felt inside her. Vanessa could hear how wet she had become as her tight slit tried its best to manage his enormous shaft and the wet squishing sound of her wet pussy taking more of him.

It didn't take long before Vanessa couldn't hold back her orgasm any longer. She came hard, but with how big he was it only acted as more lube around his shaft. Her body shook and she wrapped her arms around his neck smothering his face with her bouncing tits. The orgasm lasted a few seconds and soon her body was burning with desire. "Oh my god..." Vanessa found he was able to make her cum within minutes compared to her ex-husband that usually she needed to use one of her toys afterwards to really get off. Feeling his cock pump back and forth inside her, his shaft was rubbing against several very sensitive areas inside her.

The mature redhead cried out as she came again... and again... and again... and again. His cock was hitting her g-spot and soon she was squirting everywhere all over the bed, his lap and his huge cock that had become completely slick in her juices. Her nails dug into his back as she fucked him more and felt his cock continue to bring her to the point of orgasm each time he fully thrust inside of her.

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Vanessa was really finding her stride now, just as Jeffrey had been sure she would. Her pussy had adjusted to his sheer size and thickness, engulfing him in her glowing warmth and creamy wetness. Even if she had managed to stay quiet he would have been able to tell just from the look on her face that she was loving this new experience, but it seemed that Vanessa wasn't quiet by nature. Just as she loved to talk, when she was fucking a constant stream of moans, whimpers and cries escaped her lips as she bounced up and down on his prick and even if she hadn't been squealing with pleasure there was the soft slap of flesh on flesh and the squelchy wetness of her pussy around his cock, both of which were clearly audible and all of which he thoroughly enjoyed.

Leaning up to kiss her seemed to change the angles or the friction ever so slightly as the amount and volume of cries bubbling out of her increased and he could feel her tighten and clench even more around his cock, the fat head rippling through knot after knot of muscles as she clamped down against him. He grinned as she began to orgasm, the grin widening as she went multiple and it only widened first as she began to squirt and gush all over the bed, losing control of her body, her nails digging into his back as she just kept on riding him like her life depended on it. He let his hands slide down her sides, gripping her broad hips, his rising off the bed to meet hers for the first time, the noise of their bodies meeting increasing until with a grunt he pulled her down against him, holding her in place. The growl softened into a purr as his cock twitched, stiffened further and then pulsed inside her, hot, thick seed spurting into her womb, pooling in every crevice of her pussy, forcing out of her pussy lips, before oozing and spreading across the bedsheets.

"Mmmm... that was good." He breathed, letting his head sink back onto the pillows, his hands stroking back and forth over her bare buttocks as he smiled up at her. "We are so doing that again."

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By the time Jeffrey's cock was about to shoot its hot sticky load inside Vanessa, she had lost count of the amount of orgasms his cock had caused her. He was simply amazing and when his cock trembled inside her and sprayed her full of hot seed she gasped, but deep down she wasn't surprised given how big his whole package was. Her body shook and she felt his load pour not only inside her and fill her up, but begin to flow out of the sides of her stretched out pussy. She sat on his big cock feeling like it was orgasming forever until finally she felt him subside.

Vanessa eventually rolled off of him with a bit of his help sliding out of her. More than enough of his cum poured out of her now well fucked and stretched out slit. She gazed dreamily up from the bed as she looked down at his cum covered cock as a few more thick globs of leftover cum squirted out of his big cock hitting the bed and the last glob just hitting part of her thigh. "Oh my... you certainly were backed up huh?" she giggled. Vanessa laid back and could feel her pussy throbbing with desire and heat. She had never experienced anything like him and he was magnificent. Vanessa definitely was going to want him again soon.

"Mmm oh yes... you are spectacular..." she said reaching out and running her hand up and down the length of his huge cock covered in his thick seed. After taking a few moments to gather herself she moved up and began to service his shaft cleaning him off. It took her close to 10 minutes to lick and clean off his huge cock and big heavy balls and by the time she had finished Vanessa was feeling slightly full with all the cum now in her stomach. "I need to go clean up..." she said and then climbed off of the bed. His cum ran down her inner thighs and as she rushed to the bathroom her big thick mature ass shaking and clapping wildly. She left cum drops along the floor as she hopped into the shower and turned it on.

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Vanessa seemed to freeze when she felt his orgasm start, her mouth open in a little 'O' of surprise and pleasure. Jeffrey had lost track of how many times she had cum, so he didn't feel greedy taking one big one for himself at the end.

They stayed locked together for a good few minutes, both panting and grinning at each other as she sat back on his cock, keeping him buried deep inside her. Eventually she leaned forward, her thighs trembling and shaky and he had to lever against her hips and steady her, taking some her weight because she was too wobbly to manage it on her own. She flopped down beside him, the mattress bouncing the bed creaking gently under the sudden shift of weight and he watched her eyes settle on his cock, coated as it was with a mix of her creamy juices and his rich seed. Somehow she rolled herself over and began to lap, suck and lick at his manhood, gulping it down greedily with big swallows. It took her a good few minutes, but she persisted until he was clean. He just smiled like a cat who had got the cream and let her continue to lavish her attentions on him. Then when she got up from the bed he lay there for a moment to watch her go and then, in his own good time, got up, followed her and let himself into the shower behind her.

"You don't get rid of me that easy. Give me the soap and I'll wash you down. I want to get to know all these curves as well as I know the back of my own hand and how better to do it than run my hands lovingly all over them?" Jeffrey said slipping his arms around her curvy waist and press g up against her bare back.

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Vanessa had just gotten the water warmed up when she felt him hop in behind her. She looked back and smiled at him as he asked to help wash her body. Feeling his body against hers sent shivers through her body despite the hot water splashing down on her body. He knew just how to push her buttons and she was loving every second of it. Squirming a bit she felt his heavy shaft wedge in between her big thick ass cheeks. Vanessa turned her head and kissed him deeply. Making out with her now much younger lover she loved the feeling of his big hands exploring her curvy figure. He was definitely keeping her in a constant state of arousal now.

Vanessa eventually broke the kiss, but kept his big cock wedged into her ass as she reached out and picked up the body wash and a loofa. She kept still as she let him begin to soap up her body and explore her more. By now she had no issue with him wanting to see all of her body and he was keeping her so horny. No man had ever been this attentive to her and she loved how sensual he was. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his hands exploring her body turning her on and after a little while she then rinsed off the soap.

It was her turn next and she did the same taking her time to rub, explore, tease and keep him turned on as she ran the sponge over his body cleaning him off. Vanessa made sure to spend extra time and care soaping and stroking his shaft. She cleaned it off and then moved onto his big balls eventually planting two kisses between both balls. She jerked off his huge cock as she knelt in the big shower. Looking up at him she smiled "Mmm I never thought I'd ever meet someone so big before..." she giggled and let her fingers dance along his big shaft that wasn't even fully hard yet. Using both of her hands she spent the next few minutes stroking and jerking him off absently while she smiled up at him the two of them enjoying the hot steamy shower.

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Jeffrey definitely noticed the way she wiggled back against him, wedging his manhood between her curvy, round buttocks. His arms were around her waist, stroking and exploring slowly. Jeffrey took the body wash, but refused the loofa when she offered it.

"No, I use my hands and nothing else. Nothing but the best for you, Sweetheart." He said with a smile. With that he began to soap her down, his hands running slowly over her belly and breasts, up her arms all the way down to her hands and then down her legs right down the her ankles, which he hand to stoop to reach. Stepping around her he washed her back and buttocks and then pulled her under the water with him to sluice her off. Having seen and run his hands over every inch of her he thought she was beautiful. He loved how soft and creamy pale she was, how smooth her skin felt under his fingers and the way she rippled and wobbling gently as she moved. He absolutely adored that she had the kind of meat on her bones that only goes with maturity. She was very, very definitely his type. When he was finally finished he just held her under the water until she pulled away clearly intending to return the favor he stepped out from under the water to let her do so. Her touch was light, but thorough and he enjoyed the way she ran her hands over him. Perhaps unsurprisingly her attention and her touch inevitably homed in on his prick and he couldn't help but smirk as cleaning turned into loving stroking.

"I think you've found a new friend that you rather like, don't you?" Jeffrey teased. "You looking for another ride already? You must have been really left to fend for yourself for a while by that no good husband of yours. In time you'll have had enough practice and experience and it will slide just as easily down your throat as into your pussy and into your ass as smoothly as down your throat." He teased. His hand reached out and ran over her mound, his fingers curling between her thighs, running along her slit.

"I want you to let this grow out though. Its the mark of a woman not a girl. We can trim and tidy it up of course, but I don't want you completely smooth any more, understand?" He said, his forefinger finding her bud and beginning to stroke it almost idly as he spoke.

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Vanessa felt his fingers dig deep into her thick soft flesh as he explored every inch of her body just as much as she had. His touch was so sensual and drove her wild. She was in a constant state of heat and she seemed more than happy to stroke and jerk off his big thick shaft feeling it staying semi-hard. She giggled a little when he mentioned she had found a new friend. "I know and he's always so receptive too!"

As the hot water continued to splash down on their bodies Vanessa shifted around and bent over. Spreading her legs as best she could in the shower she presented herself to him. Being with someone so hung Vanessa was suddenly realizing that she could try out so many more positions she had always dreamed about. Her ex-husband was just so small it made things difficult outside of the basic standard positions. "I need you... from behind..." she reached behind and spanked her ass.

"I promise to grow it out for you..." she said a bit surprised he wanted to see her grow out her pubic hair. Vanessa could tell he really had a thing for older woman and it turned her on so much. Reaching between her thick thighs she ran her fingers over her plump swollen pussy still begging to be stuffed by his monster sized cock. Biting her lower lip she felt his hands start to explore and touch her body again sending shivers and jolts through her body. "I need you so badly..." she admitted to him as she stroked herself until she felt his hand push away her fingers. Something much better was about to replace them.

His earlier words were still ringing in her head as she thought about how he was going to train her to handle his cock better. He was right in that it would take some time but eventually she would be able to take his whole shaft with ease. Until then Vanessa was enjoying the feeling of his big cock stretching her out and filling her up completely.

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"Good. I want a woman, not a girl." Jeffrey said decidedly, glad that she had agreed so easily to his demand. She could grow it out an they could trim it down it something fun or sexy, but he didn't want her completely smooth ever again.

Jeffrey hadn't had a girlfriend for a while and even then she hadn't been anywhere near as keen in the bedroom or physically as much to his liking as Vanessa was. So when Vanessa turned around, spreading her legs and literally displayed her pussy to him, whilst all but demanding that he fuck her again who was he to deny her wishes? She had slapped her own ass hard enough that the handprint showed hot and red on her buttock and then as she stayed bent over, her heavy breasts hanging and swaying, her fingers moved on her slit, opening touching and toying with herself right in front of him. It was too tempting a sight for words and there was only so much of it that he was prepared to take.

Pushing her hands away he wrapped one of his around his shaft to steady it and tucked the other into her waist. Carefully he guided the thick head to her gently spread lips, nudged up against them and then leaned his weight into her. There was of course so resistance, her body fighting against his hardness, tightening and knotting down, but even after just that first fuck it was noticeably easier and quicker for her pussy to accept his full length as he unpicked each hitch of resistance until he was buried inside her, so that her pussy lips were pickling on the dark hairs at the base of his shaft. He gripped her hips, pulling her back as he spread his legs and then began to fuck her. He took no prisoners, gave her no chance to work into it. He just went for it, drawing his hips back and thrusting into her as hard and fast as he could, their hips meeting with a violent slap. "Was that what you wanted, Vanessa my sweet?" Jeffrey asked as his hips drew back and powered forward again with another firm slap, his rhythm already starting to pick up as he found his stride.

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He was quickly working on helping reshape her insides to fit and accommodate his immense size. This time it did feel slightly easier to take him and her moans filled the shower. She reached out placing her hands on her ankles she felt him slide right up inside her and begin to fuck her from behind. "Ohh god..." Vanessa groaned feeling Jeffrey picking right up where he left off. It felt amazing though and the shower's hot water splashing down on her body felt so good. Her big tits bounced and slapped together and the mature redhead closed her eyes letting herself get lost in the pleasurable sensations of his huge cock working back and forth inside her.

Vanessa eventually rose up and put her hands on the shower wall. She felt him slide up higher inside her as his body was soon behind hers. Her tits and hard nipples were pressed against the hot tiles of the shower. "Ohh fuck me... yes... harder... ohh you're so deep inside..." she whimpered as the older woman couldn't believe how full she felt of her younger lover's big pole. She felt impaled again on his cock unable to get off as all she could do was slightly move up and down a little while she felt his long hard deep thrusts touch every sensitive area inside her again.

Her legs soon became weak and if it wasn't for his hands gripping her soft thick waist she would have fallen down in the shower. Vanessa came this time squirting right away as her whole body shook and she trembled in his grip continuing to take every inch of his shaft. Her insides squeezed his shaft tighter and milked it tightly as they continued to fuck in the shower. Vanessa could hear the wet slapping sound of his body hitting against her round ass making it clap loudly in the shower. The sound mixed with the soft wet sounds of her pussy still trying to manage taking his huge shaft was incredibly erotic.

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Vanessa was clearly quite supple for her age, as Jeffrey grabbed her spread ankles, her head and breasts hanging down towards the floor as he gripped her hips tight and thrust against her with all his strength, just the way she seemed to like it. After a minute or two she straightened up, shaking her wet hair out of her eyes and placing her hands on the wall, but Jeffrey thought he'd have a bit of fun and taking a step or two forward he pinned her whole body against the wall, leaving her entirely at his mercy. He felt her legs trembling and going weak, the cries and word continuing to bubble out of her just as freely as ever, the pitch of her voice rising as her pleasure did until he felt the gush of juices splatter their thighs, her pussy tightening and squeezing and he knew what she wanted and he gave it to her. With a few final thrusts into her still climaxing pussy he brought his own climax on and gripping her hips even tighter he held her against him and against the wall as he filled her to the brim and then overflowed, letting her feel I his seed trickling thickly down her thighs even as he was still buried deep inside her.

"Hmmm... maybe next time I'll let you get a proper mouthful, rather than just licking up the leftovers." Jeffrey whispered in her ear as he continued to hold her against the wall. "I've heard a protein and oil rich facial can do wonders for the skin." He teased, holding her steady until the shaking in her thighs subsided and he was sure she could stand unaided once more. Carefully he took a step back, drawing her with him and wrapping her up in his arms. "Does all this fucking mean we're official now?" He asked.

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Vanessa gasped as she felt the familiar feeling of Jeffrey's cock trembling and then unleashing his load deep inside her. It felt so good and she couldn't believe how much he could produce again. She felt globs of his cum running down her thighs along with the shower water. Her body pinned against the wall she breathed heavily feeling his cock finally subsiding deep inside her. It never left inside her and she blushed hearing him mention wanting to give her something to swallow next time. Vanessa couldn't get enough of how bad he was and how naughty he wanted her to be. She eagerly nodded at his suggestion for next time.

When he asked if they were official now she raised her eyebrows at him "Well only if you want it to be... I thought you young people didn't like titles and liked things being more casual?" she asked him. "I don't mind though..." she said and reached out slipping her fingers in with his and squeezing them. Vanessa twisted her head and kissed him as she felt his big cock still stuffed deep inside her. She pressed her tongue into his mouth and made out with him while she worked her hips back and forth fucking his softening shaft until she felt it eventually slip out.

Like the good girlfriend she was Vanessa got down and serviced his shaft licking and cleaning off both of their juices. What should have been a half hour shower turned into an hour long recleaning as they both spent extra time re-washing and cleaning each other up again. A good hour later and they were finally stepping out of the shower. Vanessa wrapped a towel around her body and walked back out into Jeffrey's room. Her mind was wondering if it was such a good idea to be hopping into a relationship with someone so young. On the other hand, Jeffrey was unlike any man she had met before and what he had between his legs only made everything that much more enjoyable on top. Vanessa also wondered what her son would say finding out she was dating someone quite a few years younger than him.

Vanessa got dressed with him and spent the evening making dinner together. A romantic evening was spent feeding one another and cuddling on the couch while they watched a movie together. They seemed like such a natural perfect couple. A good hour into the movie and Vanessa had his cock out giving him a blowjob while she forced him to focus on the movie at the same time. By the time the credits were rolling she was climbing on top of him to fuck once again. She rode him on the couch while she kissed him deeply. This time Vanessa felt him slide in just as easily as before. While her pussy was a bit sore now, she couldn't get enough of how good he made her feel and she fucked him hard and fast, then slow and deep grinding on top of his huge pole. "Ohh god you're so good... to me..." she whimpered trying to hold back her own orgasm for as long as she could.


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Amelie felt her mouth start to water, she let it relax enough to let the saliva remain along the head of Melvin's cock, and drip down as she pulled her lips away. Her lips meeting at his tip leaving a smacking sound she pulled away.

Her other hand started to feel his heavy sack as she gently started to fondle it. Pulling her lips away she nods with "you taste so good and Gerard doesn't hold anything to this." Her tongue and lips once again found their way to his cock, feeling and searching for a meaty vein to follow all the way down his length. She made sure to leave a trail of wet saliva down his shaft. "It is magnificent Monsieur... it's a shame you hid it from me for so long..."

Trailing down his shaft she pulled away again letting her other hand now try to wrap around it the best she could as she sat her behind down on her back feet. His size was impressive and she knew he probably would wreck her if he wanted. She continues to pant heavily, letting her hot breath along his now wet member.

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"Yes... umpph..." Melvin growled, biting down on his lower lip as her mouth plopped off the tip of his cock again with a lewd, wet sound. "Mm... you're doing so good baby... so fucking good. I want you to worship it, get it nice and completely wet. I'm gonna fuck you with every last inch of it tonight, Amelie," he cooed to her, watching her lips trace the thick veins of his shaft.

As she switched hands and gave her own mouth a rest, he stared down at her, loving the look on her eyes as he saw them past his hard shaft. Her strokes felt warm and arousing, as milky-white pre-cum started to trickle down his tip, mixing with her saliva and making that jet-black slab of African meat glisten in the light. Her hot breath was an aphrodisiac, his cock twitching each time she breathed near him, his musk mixing with her pants.

"Be a good white slut for me Amelie... suck those balls too. I want you to remember what I taste like, even after tonight," he said lustfully. He lifted his hips a little to allow her better access to those massive nuts which she was already stroking. The pulsation of his vasculature across his scrotum started to throb with the increased beat of his heart. Those sperm cells burrowed deep inside were rumbling now, his balls growing warmer by the second.

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Her hand coddled his testicles as she gripped them, leaning forward again. Her hand on his cock letting her fingers run up to his top and play around with the sticky mess.l, holding his rod to the side enough so that she could lean in and have enough room to pull his balls towards her. "You are going to fuck me? And I am no one's slut..."

Amelie couldn't help but smile, she wouldn't be doing this if she didn't want to be. She pressed her lips to one of his balls before opening her lips and sucking it into her mouth. The taste of him was clear over her. She suckled him before moving onto the other one. Her nose pressed up to his inner thigh beating so close and pushing forwards. Tasting his musk again she hummed into his ballsack and made her way back and forth between the two of his manhood.the hand she had on his balls gently clawed at his inner thigh, but gradually closer and closer to his chest.

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Lowly growls and grunts came from the vocal cords of the large bear of a man. It was clear he was enjoying having his balls gargled on by the pale beauty. "Mphh... of course I'm going to fuck you. Forget about the two hours. We have all night now, don't we...? " Melvin teased, smiling back as he watched breath against his crotch. The hand that ran across his abs sent tingles across his body, making the hairs on his follicles rise up in arousal. He just adored how she kept stroking that long, black dick, even as she was busy working on his balls, coating them with her own saliva. Hell, if there was gonna be any fluid exchange---it sure was happening where his nutsack met her tongue...

"Just give my apologies to Gerard at some point in the future..." he teased her as well, spreading his legs wider and wider. With a single hand, he reached out to stroke her hair, pushing her head down gently, to bring her lips to the level of his sweat-stained taint. The musk there was strong, an intoxicating scent, just beneath his scrotum. "Keep going baby... lower... lower..." he cooed to her in that husky breath. His hand left her now, his powerful fingers slowly curled around the edges of his own outer thighs. Slightly, he raised his bent legs as his tailbone sunk deep into the sofa and the underside of his ass cheeks were raised slightly towards her...

His body was quite leaned back now, his hands relaxing onto the couch, and his dark asshole, staring her right at the front of her lips, just inches away. That big, black dick was still in her hand though, while his plump balls were at her eye level. The ringed muscle of his puckered hole clenched tight before her face, as he stared back at her amber eyes with a daring gaze. Those muscular thighs of the large man were spread wise open, cheeks exposed, welcoming her---if she chose to go forth with the act. "Go on Madame Lacroix... I want you to show me how nasty a French woman can get..."

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Amelie smirked and then leaned forward again but not to lick him there. Instead her lips met his inner thigh and nipped him gently. Then she kissed it, once, twice, three times. Each one drawing closer and closer to the darkened ring in front of her. Once she was close enough though she began to lick along his thigh and make a wide circle around it. She avoided it the first few times around and then slowly ran her tongue flat up against it.

His scent and musk now completely surrounded her. Amelie let her tongue tease along his puckered flesh before licking her way back across his skin to his scrotum. She sucked on it for a moment before letting it pop out of her mouth. "Was that nasty enough Monsieur?"

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Melvin bit on his lower lip, sucking it in with a slithering noise, when he felt her lips lewdly smacking and kissing against his taint and his sweat-stained inner thighs. "Mmpgh... such a tease Amelie," he grinned, feeling her suckling lips on his scrotum once again. He was pleased with how eagerly she had licked those sweat-covered nethers of his, but he wanted her more completely entranced with his strong, virile pheromones---with his musk.

Yet his tone took a turn to be a bit more stern, as he looked down at her, reaching for the back of her head again with his large, powerful grasp. "But no... not nearly nasty enough. I know a French woman of your caliber can do better than that, Madame. I want you to eat that ass like you mean it... dig that tongue in deep..." he demanded, gently pulling her head to lay her lips smack against his taint once more. He also leaned forward, smothering her face completely between his thighs, his scrotum, and his asscheeks. Those heavy black balls danced on her ace, suffocating the tip of her nose and completely enveloping it in their warmth.

"Suck that asshole nice and good..." he whispered in his deep tone, gently grinding his hips against her once more, his fingers laying a soothing caress on her head. "Hey... I didn't say stop storkin' either," the black stud said, his cock still as hard as before, leaning back against his lower abs now.

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She was surprised a bit at his demands but she wouldn't question a man who knew what he liked. With her face pressed up close to him now, he was all she could smell. Amelie found her lips pressed up against his hole, beginning to kiss it and sloppily run her tongue around its rim. One of her hands gripped at his inner thigh, letting her nails dig in a bit as her other one started to stroke his long meaty length once more.

A soft hum ran across her lips and across his skin as she began to press in more, beginning to press into the hole with her tongue as she explored more of him. The taste of his was different than what she had expected but the sounds of him pressing her on and how much he enjoyed it was clear. The goal was to share everything and have him infect her and he was intoxicating.

Once more she pressed into his musk and continued to lick and explore his hole. She let her tongue swirl around before pressing it inside of him. She pressed it in deep to rotate her tongue around inside using his sweat and her saliva for lubricant. She hummed more now exploring inside of him letting the soft vibrations extend inside of him too.

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Gently petting her head, Melvin let his large fingers get entangled with her dark hair. He didn't even have to guide her anymore, as he could feel her head bob back and forth against his palm, while her wet tongue vibrated inside his asshole, letting those soft, electric sensations run up his spine and throughout his body. "Mmrpghh... fuck... yeah," he groaned lowly, a vocalization of his great appreciation for her crafty tongue-work. Her soft hand only added to the pleasure, as he felt his cock sandwiched between her strokes and his own abs, as it leaned against his body, rock-hard, and leaking a steady flow of milky-white pre-cum from his tip. A good portion of it trickled down his shaft, onto his scrotum, slowly pooling against her lips on with the pull of gravity. He gyrated his hips, the sphincter of his hole clenching lewdly against her tongue. The black bull continued to smother her face between his taint and his ass cheeks, letting her get a good feel of his warmth.

With a sudden pull of her hair, he removed his puckered lips from the dark ring they were kissing, looking her in her amber eyes, from between his spread legs. "You ever eat ass before...? How do I taste?" he teased her, running his tongue across his own upper lip while he stared at her in utter lust. "You're doing good... so good, baby. I know you said a lady doesn't spit, but I want you to. Spit," he commanded, his tone so low, so smooth, and sensual. "Spit on that asshole, and dig that sloppy tongue right back in... I'm so close to cumming, Madame Lacroix," he whispered again, a gentle stroke against her hair before he moved his hand away from her, relaxing them against the couch. "Do you want to make me cum?" he asked her in earnest, watching how delicately she was stroking his dick. Tilting back a little, he lifted his hips even more, giving her completely open access to his dark asshole, his full balls, and his big, black cock.

It wasn't usual for an Agent of Talon to make himself vulnerable like this---but when it came to Amelie Lacroix's tongue, an exception could be made. And the several spy-bots hiding in the crevices of the large living room were video-taping every second of it. The machines made sure that not a single movement, moan, or mannerism would go unrecorded...

[User] Her face wet and glistening with a mixture of bodily fluids including her own saliva. Amelie looked at him with intent as if he were challenging her. "Monsieur you are so... méchant, asking things of a lady. I am not a slut but I know how to get what I want." Once she was free of his grasp she leaned back in a bit higher though. She began to lick up all the cream from his length, letting it mix in her mouth. She let the taste linger in her mouth before moving back down and spitting the mixture right below his scrotum and let it drip down to his open and exposed hole. With everything lubed up she gripped his thick cock tighter as she stroked the length letting her fingers twirl over the top as it reached the peak of him. Her tongue went back down and met the glob of spit over his asshole and pressed it back in. Using her tongue she pressed it in and began to move it around again inside of him. Her breath hot against his skin continuing to only smell his strong musk as she did so. She would give another hum, twirl it around and pull out for a second between words as she played with him. "Is... monsiuer... Melvin... going... to cum... for moi?" She made her to say each word with purpose, deep and low with a thick french accent. After she continued her work along and around his puckered ass. Her other hand moved over and began to gently message and coax his ball sack, moving them around in her grasp trying to coax the hot sticky seed out of him.

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Amelie literally had the black bull by the balls. And every word she uttered in her thick accent, just before dipping her tongue back into his black asshole, had the large stud groaning in delight. "Arghh..." Melvin growled between his own syllables, "Fuck... yes baby... I'll cum for you." His hips rocked against her face as he rubbed his ass against her teasing tongue, clenching his muscular inside tight, whenever she drilled her tongue in. The stroke of her hand against his cock and the massage of his balls had also worked his big, black dick into a frenzy, setting him off to the point of no return. "I'll cum for you right now Madame Lacroix," he grunted, "Just don't stop eating that ass..."

Unable to hold himself back anymore, finding her finger-work just too much, Melvin finally let loose. A low roar came from the deep recesses of his lungs as he threw his head backwards. Throbbing like a loose firehose, even within the beautiful woman's grasp, his massive ebony breeding tool convulsed in ecstasy. His balls pulsed in her touch, squeezing millions of those eager African soldiers up through his shaft and right out through his tip. Load after load of viscous, thick semen started to jet-stream right out of his massive cockhead. With his shaft leaning backwards against him, some of the potent spunk shot itself into the air, with stray dollops landing onto the couch and his thighs. But the vast majority of the seed splattered all across Melvin's own sweaty body, with a puddle of it collecting on his sleek abdomen, and a few milky spurts landing on his chest, covering one of his nipples completely.

"Argh... fuck... that a girl, you did it," Melvin commended her, trying to catch his breath as he found the feel of his own hot fluids coating his body, quite unique. His opaque cum, more like thick tar than water, started to slowly dribble down his sleek muscles at a snail's pace.

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As Amelie heard his growling and comments as inspiration. She continued more and started to moan herself onto the rim of his ass as he neared his climax. She continued until she was sure he was done and then pulled away. The scent of his musk all over her face, mixed with his cum and her own saliva still. She sat back on her feet looking over his and the display of seaman like art work.

"Impressive..." She couldn't help but smirk as she brought her hands to run up to thighs and across onto his chest, smearing the hot sticky seed with her fingers as she began to get up. "All of this... for moi." She began to lick her lips and face from what was left over before leaning over him, and licking up the white spunk off of his nipple. She made sure to twirl her tongue around it, getting it clean and nipping at it before swallowing it. The taste of his seed was better than Gerard's. "You taste so rich, maybe I could just rub myself over your chest Monsieur. Would that help?" She began to finally catch her breath as she setting hovering over him on the couch.

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"Ohh..." Melvin groaned lowly in utter pleasure when he felt her lips on his nipple, suckling the cum off of him. His hand wrapped around her back lovingly, caressing her down her spine before running his fingers into her hair again. "Mmph... that's good baby..." he cooed, lowering his legs finally and relaxing onto the couch more. "That's right, all this for you," he mouthed back to her. He knew the spider-bots were watching---the plan was initially to just fuck Amelie and give her a taste... but going this far? Well, it was an added bonus.

He smirked as she straddled him again, his cock asleep once more, resting atop his balls on the couch. "There's gonna be plenty of time to rub yourself all over me Madame Lacroix, but for now? Just use your tongue to do the trick. Such a filthy tongue you have..." he teased her, reaching his own lips back up towards her face to give her a kiss on the forehead. It was followed by another kiss on her cheek, and finally one more one her lip---to show her just how sexy he found her, despite her where her mouth had been just moments ago.

"You think Gerard would ever forgive us if he knew what we did...?" he said huskily, his body still in pleasure from the intense orgasm.

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Amelie moved to sit on his lap, straddling his lap. As she spread her legs she felt how wet she had become after that. She placed herself to along his lower stomach where his cock had been resting earlier. With his hand caressing up her back she kept leaned into him as he praised her. "Well it is for him after all right? And this is what may help the most..."

She pressed into him a bit as he kissed her, she couldn't help but smile. He seemed to be more sexual that she had thought and probably just as dirty. Gerard was attentive, but he seemed more into pampering. He was soft and gentle, letting Amelie do what she thought he liked. Melvin though? He knew what he liked and it was refreshing. Not to mention the size of him? She could feel herself start to squirm a bit just thinking about him inside of her as he pulled away from the kiss.

"Gerard? Probably not. But if he is not thankful that we save his life then next time I will let him suck on your cock Monsieur and do this himself." She brought up her fingers, looking at the sticky seed over them and began to suck it off her fingers delicately. "Maybe he would enjoy the taste too? Or would you just rather have him sit back and watch me do the dirty work for him? Maybe he would get off on it."

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Melvin rolled his eyes playfully, his hands finally off of her and arms splayed our, resting on the back of the couch. "Easy there... the most he could do is watch. Maybe he would like it? Seeing you get mounted by a black man?" Melvin teased, swerving his neck forward to bring his lips to the side of her own neck. He gave her a gentle but firm bite on her flesh, a love-mark. Suckling on her for a bit, he savored her taste. Those large nostrils inhaled the scent of her hair as well.

"Hey..." he whispered again, retorting to her other comment. "You talk like sucking my dick was the worst thing in the world... I didn't see you complaining," he added on, taking a peck at her earlobe this time before facing her again. The Agent was hoping Talon didn't mind him having his fun... he was supposed to corrupt her — not make bedside small talk with her! But he had to admit, he'd started to take a genuine liking to her too. After all, how could he not? He could still feel her bubbling spittle on his ass crack and the warmth of her throat on his spent cock. He wondered if the feeling of affection was mutual...

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Amelie couldn't help but smile as he began to kiss along her neck, sending small waves of shivers down her body. She would have to remember to cover up the couch now but any kind of marks he was leaving behind before he got home. The warmth of his voice along her neck and ear felt good.

"Who knows if he would like watching me to get fucked by you... but I was teasing moi chérie, I don't think either of you would enjoy him sucking your cock. Et c'est comme ça." She gave him a slight laugh. As much as she craved for release and wanting more, it would be more of a slippery slope since she was married after all. Her gaze to look over his chest to make sure she got the majority of it from him. With her fingers now cleaned off she softly began to trail them along his muscles on his chest. In all honesty the male dancers didn't have muscles like this, and she couldn't really touch them. Gerard, he was toned but... again nothing like Melvin.

She watched him curiously for a moment as he leaned back into the couch. "I appreciate your efforts into saving him though, I'm sure this is torture for you..." Again Amelie smiled and moved herself off of his lap to sit beside him, leaning her head back as well on his arm. "I don't think that was a few hours... but should we check my numbers again?" She couldn't help think if it was this hard with Melvin, how hard it was going to be to transfer to Gerard. Her nerves started to build up again with worry.

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The large man scoffed at her sarcastic comment. "Not quite torture, but I would've felt a lil' bit better about it if ya didn't have that ring around your finger," he quipped back. "Feel kinda bad for Gerard, he's a good pal," he lied, "but we gotta do what we gotta do." As he put his arm around the back of her shoulders, Melvin reached out to grab the small device he'd placed on the living room table. "We should get some good numbers now... I think. These nanobots spread like... well, for lack of a better word? They spread like STDs. With everything you lapped up, I'm sure we made a dent." Taking out one of the swabs, Melvin gently placed it onto Amelie's lip, inserting it into her mouth to get a decent sample. And just like before, he slipped it back into the machine, letting the numbers run for a few minutes.

"Don't worry... it'll be much easier to immunize Gerard. All you gotta do is have sex with him. When there's genital-to-genital contact? It's a surefire thing," he mused, waiting for the results. With his arm wrapped around her, he could see from the corner of his eye, the expression of concern on her face. Leaning over, the hulking man planted a tender kiss on Amelie's mouth, followed by a whisper on her lips while he looked at her amber eyes. "It's gonna be okay, no matter what---I promise. You did an amazing fucking job. I'm proud of you, baby." Adding to the heat of his whisper, he suckled on her lower lip for another kiss, holding his touch there. And he would've held it longer, if the device in his hand hadn't beeped.

The numbers flashed on his screen---the reading was ready.