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Harry was sitting in the common room reading the half-blood princes book as he often did on a Friday afternoon. He had found a spell that caught his attention in the margin of a love potion page. It was a spell for the same affect, he read the scribble
”potion takes long to make and tricky to administer, spell should have stronger affect, easy application but memory loss of time under affect”
Harry had grown very horny around all these beautiful young ladies day in day out had wanted, needed to just fuck one, maybe two. He thought this could be perfect..but as he read on the prince noted the spell as failure with the side affects being both wizard and victim having green lines around their necks that glowed when in proximity.
Dissapointed he closed the book and glanced around the room. He saw Ginny and Dean over in one corner snogging with their backs to the rest of the room and ginny was moving her arm up and down slowly while dean mapped her young womans body(mainly her boobs) with his hands. Hermione was a few desks from harry pretending to read an Acient Runes book, but really she was glaring at Harrys copy of advanced potions and hating the halflood prince. She raised her book enough to hide her face and wand hand, then harry felt he familiar pressure of intrution of someone trying to read his mind. He hated his Oclomency lessons with Snape, but he had learned some tricks. So he projected a all consuming thought back at his intruder knowing already it to be his brunette bookworm friend. With her concentration broken he reeled her into his fantasy……
………Harry and Ginny sitting by the fireplace at the burrow alone talking about how good Ron and Hermione would look as a couple dressed for bed. He was just in a lite buttoned shirt and a loose pair of pants over his trainers, she was in a lite gown that Mrs. Weasly probably only just considered acceptable. They were pondering how long her brother and Granger could hide romance before Mrs weasley would intrrveine when their hands touching reaching for the last one of mrs. Weasleys homemade cookies. They both drew back, but harry pulled up enough courage to slide back over and drape his arm on her shoulders. His eyes ran up stream from her long smooth legs, across her tight young private area, along her strong yet sexy flat stomach, pausing on her blossoming breasts, hard and aroused before sedaling on her angelic face. He stared into her hazel eyes a good minute to be sure his thoughts were welcome before he slid his other hand up and cupped her right breast as they sank to the earthen rug and shared their first kiss…
….Harry’s passionate thoughts overwellmed Hermione to the point where she was having a hard time ignoring her own hot wet body. She could feel harry’s arousal as if her own, her breasts damanded attention as did her pussy. But the strong willed Gryfandor kept her disapline…
….the kiss went on forever with their tongues dancing the tango their hands tore at each others garments, she quickly had his shirt of and was running her hands across his strong thick chest. He had his hands up inside her gown and was toying with her left nipple while lightly groping her right breast. She rolled them both over with her now on top and he removed her gown, and watched her body move as she lifed up her arms causing her breasts to rise up. He admired her well toned abs and sides accenting her beautiful humble breasts as the shadows from the fireplace danced across her skin…
…it was too much for her now! She needed to get out of site and satisfy her bodys cravings, harrys images and feelings were just too much…
….ginnny glanced down at the giant bulge ramming into her tight threw the clothe, ficsating her attention to it. Weith harrys help she got his trousers off and took a second to take in the buety off his nude male form.
His body was the perfect combination of hammered stenght, lean fitness and hansome looks. Looking at his chest and arms she knew he could protect her and her family. Looking at his legs and ass she knew they could walk anywhere together and that they could always bring him back to her. And she knew that she got a gift in life that this beautiful face would be hers to look at every morning for all her life.
She leaned forward to kiss him as they both removed her soft cotton trainers and placed a hand on each others gift for the other….
….Overcome by thew passionate imagry she gave into her bodies demands. Plunging her hand deep into her skirt ad lowers she borrowed her middle digit with her wet moist folds and tended to her garden while her other had dug within her robes to her bossum and vigourously handeld it…
….as harry kissed her kneck he glanced down her body to the prize waiting for him, a well groomed moist hot cavern between her sexy legs, a welcome mat was the only hair there, he was growing impatient!
She took a second to covet time looking down to see it again, the boilocal wand poking her thigh, how she thirst to have it deep within her channeling his affection into her, satisfying her every want and need…
…now the whole common room was mesmarized by the Prefect locked in ectacy, atisfing her self in a leather chair in the middle of the room moaning and gasping as she twitched in delight.
Ginny was the first to try and help her friend regain her modesty, but to no avail..this was going to happen and all the gryfandors were going to see….
….ginny sat up and tossed her hair giggling,she was really going to enjoy the next part she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the chosen ones chosen one as she placed her other hand affectionately on her lovers chest “time for the big show, Mr Potter” and plunged herself onto him…………..

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Sexy comics story: Kimitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery

Chapter III. How Much is That Kim in the Window? Part 2.

The 2nd part of “Kimitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery  Chapter III. How Much is That Kim in the Window?”

Suddenly there was a scream of rage and Kim-45 appeared, snarling and throwing her naked body against the bars while trying to grab Monique. In shock, Monique staggered backwards against Tara and stepped on the blonde girl’s foot with all her weight. When Tara cried out in pain, Kim-45 immediately stopped clawing the air and dropped her arms. She stood there against the bars with a confused look on her face for several seconds, then went into a rage again.

“That was weird,” Bonnie said. “What just happened?”

“It was the behavior inhibitor,” Kim responded. “Hearing Tara in pain shut her down temporarily, even though she didn’t directly cause it.”

“You’re right,” Bonnie said thoughtfully. “They are different from the old clones.”

Tara hadn’t seen the earlier Kimclones in person, just on the TV show, and she marvelled at how much this one resembled Kim. Of course, her hair was a mess, but you wouldn’t expect a mindless clone to worry about personal grooming. “She looks like she just stepped out of the shower.”

“Maybe she did. The automatic hosedown happens several times a day.”

The clone was still trying to grab someone, and made inarticulate sounds of rage over the fact that she could not reach. “Hold her arms,” Kim said. “I’ll take one wrist and you get the other. Now.”

Kim and Bonnie each latched onto one of K45’s wrists. Needless to say, this upset her even more, and she struggled to get her hands free, making sounds of intermixed anger and distress. But they managed to hold onto to her and she eventually quit fighting so hard, finally getting it through her almost empty head that she was wasting her time. She continued to snarl at them and made periodic attempts to break free, but for the most part she was quiescent.

Kim spoke to the clone in a soothing voice. “That’s better, baby girl. No one is going to hurt you. Monique, take this arm.” After the other girl did so, she said, “Ease off, you’re pulling her against the bars too hard. We don’t want to hurt her.”

Kim approached the cell slowly, again making calming sounds. The clone again tried to get her hands free and went into another frenzy of growling. Kim reached through the bars and stroked her gently on the neck. K45 tried to bite, but of course could not reach her own neck. Kim continued caressing her neck, getting her used to the idea of being touched. Then she started running her hands slowly and gently all over the clone’s naked body, gradually working her way into the intimate areas.

K45 appeared to be confused by these strange new sensations, but the sounds she was making were no longer angry in nature. Kim softly spoke to her again. “You like that, don’t you? Tara, come and take over. Just feel her up all over. But don’t make any sudden movements. Take it slow and gentle.”

Tara cautiously approached the cell and started handling K45 as the real Kim had done. She also continued the calming sweet talk, telling K45 what a good girl she was and so on. The clone was shaking a little as Tara gently squeezed the tits and stroked the nipples. Now K45 was making sounds more like a normal girl under the same stimulation.

K45 was not trying to get her hands free any more, concentrating more on the feelings going through her body. Kim slowly took the hand Bonnie was holding and placed it on Bonnie’s tit, closing the clone’s fingers around it. K45 seemed to like touching it, as her little sounds of pleasure increased. Taking Kim’s lead, Monique did the same with the hand she was holding, placing it on her own tit. Kim took off her top and bra, then transferred the hand on Bonnie to her own bare tit. K45’s eyes were closed now and she was breathing harder, making her seem even more like a normal girl.

By now Bonnie was topless too, so she took K45’s other hand away from Monique and pressed it on her tit. She manipulated the fingers to brush her nipples.

Monique stuck her face though the bars and started sucking K45’s tits, causing the clone to moan and rest her chin on one of the crossbars. Tara began rubbing her pussy, making the moaning louder. K45’s body started to writhe, and she opened her legs wider.

“Wow, that was handy,” Tara said. “I was wondering how I would get her legs open. I think I’ll lick her now. You said she was clean, right?”

“Sure. Do her. But if you finger her too, be careful of her cherry.”

Tara looked at Kim in surprise. “Does that really matter? I mean, it’s not as if she is saving herself for some guy. She doesn’t even know she has a cherry.”

“Just remember that she’s fully intact. She hasn’t ridden horses or bicycles and she hasn’t diddled herself. She’s like an 50s-style Ozzie and Harriet virgin who hasn’t done anything. It might hurt if you break her, or at least make her uncomfortable. It might distract her from sex and we could wind up fighting her again.”

“Good point. I’ll be careful.” Tara gently spread K45 open and made a tentative lick, then analyzed the taste. Just like Kim, she thought. Well, duh, Tara, she IS Kim. She started licking in earnest. With one hand she gently probed into the pussy. With the other, she unzipped her jeans, pushed her hand into her panties, and started playing with herself.

By now the other girls were diddling themselves as well, while still stimulating K45. The clone was now moaning nonstop and thrashing her head around, totally oblivious to anything other than the sensations flowing through her. Tara was licking and fingering her, Monique was sucking her tits, Bonnie was squeezing her hand between her own tits, Kim was rubbing K45’s other hand against her pussy.

“Wow,” Bonnie panted. “She’s really enjoying it.”

“Well, it is her first time. It’s kind of overwhelming for her.”

They continued on like that for several minutes. “I think she’s gonna cum,” Kim said. “Let’s try to cum with her.” Kim put K45’s hand on her shoulder, to avoid dropping it and walked up her arm to the bars. She put her own arm around her duplicate’s back in case she collapsed after cumming. Then she did herself feverishly.

Everyone came pretty close together, including K45, who screamed from the force of it. Her body spasmed several times. Then she started crying. Sure enough, she went limp and would have fallen down if Kim had not been holding her. After recovering from their own orgasms, the girls reached through the bars and eased K45 down to the floor, handing her off to each other at the crossbars.

The clone continued crying for a minute or two and then fell asleep.

“Is she okay?” Monique asked.

“Sure. They always do this the first time. It’s just a little intense to cum when you don’t even know what sex is.”

One of K45’s feet was sticking out of the bars. Kim pushed it back inside and then closed the outer door.

“That was fun,” Tara said. “Are we going to try a Bonnie now? After we rest a little?”

“I have no problem with it,” Bonnie said. “It’ll be a little weirder for me, but if Kim can handle it, so can I.”

“Okay, we can do a B-model,” Kim said, “but not one of these. This time we’re going through the other door so we can walk on the wild side.”

“Having sex with clones isn’t wild enough?”

to be continued…

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Kitty’s New York Adventure X-Men: Evolution.

Chapter II. The Baxter Building. Part 1.

Continue of adult cartoon story  “Kitty’s New York Adventure. X-Men: Evolution.  Chapter I. Are We There Yet? “.

They were close enough to New York now to see the buildings. Amara was at the controls of the Blackbird, under Jean’s supervision of course. Several of the junior team members and trainees had been able to take the controls for a brief period. New England to New York was too short a trip for much flight training. At least not in an aircraft capable of Mach 4.

Not everybody could fit on the SR-77 anyway. The remaining attendees from the mansion, mostly the adults, were following at a more sedate pace in the X-copter.

As the Blackbird approached the Baxter Building, world famous home of the Fantastic Four, Jean took the controls. “Sorry, Amara, you’re not quite ready for a rooftop landing.”

As the X-kids filed out of the Blackbird, they found a woman waiting for them at the end of the ramp. She wasn’t wearing any sort of uniform or costume, so Kitty assumed she was a normal. Support staff or something.

“Welcome, everyone,” the woman said. “You are the X-Men, right? My name is Margie, and I work in the Public Relations department of Stark Enterprises. We have been loaned to the FF for the purpose of coordinating this shindig. If you will all follow me, you can pick out your rooms. Your luggage will be brought down for you. If it doesn’t have identification on it, please mark it now. I have tags.”

Only a couple of the kids needed to add tags, so a few minutes later they were on a lower floor.

“I hope these rooms will be adequate,” Margie said. “They are really for storage and we hastily moved in beds and spruced them up a little. There are only a couple of bathrooms on this floor, but you are free to use those on other floors. We considered putting everyone in a hotel, but it will be a little more convenient for you not having to commute. You can just use elevators rather than taxis. If anyone would prefer to stay at a hotel, you may certainly do so.”

“I certainly don’t have a problem with the accommodations,” Jean said. “We’re here to meet super heroes, not to be pampered.”

The others murmured agreement.

Margie smiled. “All right. Pick out your rooms. Even though they aren’t luxurious, there are a lot of them, so nobody has to double up. When you’re settled, we’ll go back up for the mixer.” She grinned. “If you want to meet heroes, we’ve got some for ya.”

The X-kids scrambled around to select a room. While they would have had no problems doubling up, there was no reason to. At the mansion, having a private room didn’t mean you slept alone. It would be the same here, though they would have to be more discreet about it.

As they dispersed, Jean stopped them. “Wait!” She turned back to Margie. “For this mixer, do we wear our uniforms?”

“It’s up to you. Some of the others will be wearing them, but in many cases it is because they wear masks and can’t wear civvies without revealing their identities. If you don’t mind anyone seeing your face, you can dress either way.”

“Let’s wear them,” Kitty said. “That way we’ll look like we belong and are not just a bunch of kids on a field trip.”

After grabbing a room, the kids waited for their bags to arrive, but were too excited to unpack now. They extracted just enough of their belongings to change and freshen up, then re-congregated with Margie in the hall.

The Baxter Building didn’t have ballrooms, so the reception was being held in one of the huge research areas. All kinds of bizarre equipment had been pushed up against a far wall and there appeared to be some sort of force field to prevent anyone from coming in contact with it.

But Kitty didn’t pay much attention to the room. The occupants were far more interesting. Even though the x-kids were too intimidated to get very far into the room, the personalities were easy to identify from a distance. Especially the big ones, like the Thing and She-Hulk.

Kitty wanted to get a closer look, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She was afraid of saying something stupid and embarrassing herself in front of the most famous people in the world.

So the group just hovered there near the wall, at the party but not part of it.

Just as Kitty picked out the Professor in the distant group of people, Amara suddenly started punching Kitty in the ribs urgently. “Oh my god, look who’s coming!”

Kitty snapped her head in that direction and immediately felt sparks in the pit of her stomach. It was Sue Richards!

As Kitty had feared, the Invisible Woman was coming right toward them. Even though she was in panic, Kitty was stunned by how fucking gorgeous she was.

Sue stopped a few feet away, hands on hips and a chiding expression on her face. “C’mon now, what are all of you doing over here? The party’s over there.”

Sue took Kitty and Amara by the hand and pulled them away from the wall, then regarded the others with amusement. “The rest of you come too. Don’t make me use my force field to herd you.”

The group reluctantly detached themselves from the wall and followed as Sue almost dragged Kitty and Amara. Sue could feel Kitty trembling. “Will you please relax? They all want to meet you. From what we hear, you have every right to be here.”

Kitty’s heart almost stopped as they reached the assembled heroes. The Thing was even more imposing than she had expected, especially for someone her size. He was fucking huge.

Sue addressed the group. “Everybody, I would like to present the X-Men. Professor Xavier, would you introduce your charges?”

The Professor rolled over to join his team, then introduced them individually, including a brief display of each mutant’s power.

Kitty simply phased her arm through Jean’s body, waving her hand as the arm stuck out of Jean’s stomach. She got a thrill out of the look of surprise on their faces. Apparently they hadn’t seen that one.

Scott hesitated when it was his turn. “Uh, I can’t show you my power without breaking something.”

“Hit me with it,” Sue said. “I can shield myself.”

Scott was nervous about using his power against a friendly, but let her have it once assured the invisible shield was in place and could take the hit. The superheroes murmured at the display of destructive force.

Jean lifted everyone into the air a few feet, including herself, the Professor, and even the Thing.

to be continued…

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Ben 10 sex story: Small problem. Chapter II.

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Ben saw his chance. If he could bombard her with enough compliments perhaps he could escape this without further injury. Taking a deep breath he launched himself into his rant. “Of course. They’re gorgeous. At my size they’re the size of grandpa’s Winnebago. They’re two enormous sexy balloons of flesh and just looking at them is getting me sexually aroused. Their size, their shape. The size and colour of those nipples and their hardness; they are the most perfect specimens of preteen mammary’s that could possibly exist.”

Gwen stared down at him, almost dumbfounded. She had never heard anyone say anything so beautiful about her body before. Ben had never paid her so many compliments in one go before. Even if they had been delivered under the threat of pain they still reached her and made a smile spread on her face. “Oh Ben. Thank you.”

She loosened the grip of her fist and shifted and changed it. She pulled him in close, pressing him between her breasts in an extremely weird mismatched hug, sing her hands instead of her arms to hold him close to her body. Ben could hardly breath as he was squashed between the two fleshy mountains. They were a lot more firm than they looked but still had a little give as he rubbed his hands over them. He was panicking, waving his arms around, trying to get Gwen’s attention. He did just that, but not in the way he wanted. The rubbing and pressure at the base of her young tits, and her body already aroused after her interrupted masturbation, new waves of pleasure began to build up inside her and her pussy jumped out of it’s pause mode and her desire to finger herself returned with new vigour.

Allowing her hand to find its way down to her moistening cunt, she closed her eyes and envisioned Ben laying on top of her, shirtless. His cool, strong hands sliding over her back, squeezing her ass tightly. As she slid two fingers into her tight snatch she imagined it was Ben pressing himself gently inside her. She was so hot and wet, the juice ran over her fingers.

She’d never fantasised about her cousin before but it was turning her on more than anything else she had ever pictured.  “GWENNNN!!!” His high cut through her fantasy and she remembered that she was pressing her cousin against her breasts. She pulled him back and stared down at him, strange thoughts were in her head and the pounding urges coming from her pussy weakened her ability to resist them. She pulled Ben away from her chest and gripped him tightly in her hand again.  “I’m not putting you down yet, dear cousin.” She said in a seductive voice. “Not until I’ve finished with you. And you’d better co-operate or I’ll tell Grandpa about you peeking on my in the shower and using your aliens to pull pranks again.”

Ben fell silent. Grandpa didn’t like him using his alien forms for personal gain and pranks. If he thought that Ben was peeking on Gwen in the shower he’d kill him. Gwen knew she’d won against him. Her smile spread on her face and gently lowered him down. Grey Matter was six inches tall, larger than any of her fingers and he would move, touching parts she would never reach.

Ben’s already large eyes grew wider as he realised what she was doing. Her dripping pussy drew closer. He could see the bulb of her clit. Using two fingers she spread her lips wide and he caught sight of the delicate pink folds of her insides. Her scent, it was so delightful.

Gwen moaned softly, sliding Ben into her tight cunt. She closed her eyes and had to lean against the wall to stop herself collapsing to the floor. He was spreading her so wide, his limbs were moving, so small and yet so strong, feeling, rubbing grabbing and touching her in places she never knew she could be touched. “oh God Ben. Oh Yes.” She gasped breathlessly. Her face felt hot, she couldn’t tell what was water from the shower and what was sweat.

She squeezed her breasts in her hands pinching her hard nipples between her fingers She moaned deeply. Lightning bolts of ecstasy shot up through her body.  “Ahh…Ben. God yes, just like that.” Ben was squirming hard, twisting and turning through her insides and sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her. Gwen rubbing hard on her nipples.

She palmed her breasts and gave them a hard squeeze; she bit her lower lip and groaned. She moved her hands in a circular motion massaging them hard. She wished it was Ben doing it for her. She squeezed her thighs together, Ben couldn’t escape from her now. There was nowhere for him to go but deeper inside. The heat that was spreading from her core to her hips to her waist was driving her wild. With each wave of orgasmic pleasure she squealed loudly, not caring if anyone could hear her through the walls of the hotel.

“Ahhh…Fuck.” Her legs gave way and she slid to the floor of the shower. She arched her back a little as she writhed around. Her hips thrust at the air, working with Ben’s movements, feeling the power of his twists and turns driving her orgasm towards her like a juggernaut. She pinched her nipples so hard she broke the skin and drops of blood leaked out. But it felt so good.

It was just the thought that it was Ben doing this to her that seemed to magnify the power of her growing ecstasy. “Oh what a dirty, dirty girl, you are, Gwen” she thought through the haze of pleasure. She writhed on the floor, feeling the hot water raining down over her flesh. She looked down between her legs. Tiny bumps rose and fell on her flesh as Ben squirmed through her. She through her head back as a fresh wave crashed through her. Only one thought entered her mind and it made her cry out on ecstasy. It was the thought of Ben, in human form doing this to her with his cock. His piercing green eyes staring into her own as they both drove each other toward their climax’s.

“Oh God-” She gasped. Ben felt like he was doing flips inside her cunt. “SHIT.” She cursed, as she felt her walls being pushed to their limits. “Oh GOD, BENNNN.”

She threw her head on the side, her face contorted with lust and want. She did not even see the juices that flowed out of her core. Bolts of pleasure shot through her body, sending her into complete ecstasy. She groaned loudly as her orgasm rocked her. It wouldn’t stop, it was like an earthquake in through every cell of her body. She didn’t know what Ben was doing to her but it was driving her insane.

She twitched wildly as the major power of the orgasm started fading. She couldn’t stop. There was more movement. Ben was twisting around inside her, moving around. What the hell was he doing?  “Gwen.” He was pushing his way out of her, she could feel her lips spreading. She gasped, moaned and cried out as he made his way out. There was a sudden feeling of emptiness that she didn’t like but the powerful feeling of satisfaction over her body made her feel a little better.

Ben and his tiny form stepped out and away from her. His body was covered in the slime of her juices and stared up at her with a very blank expression. He didn’t know what to think after what he had just been through. Gwen looked between her legs, at her tiny alien-formed cousin. There was a strange smile on her face, was of deep fulfilment. “OK.” She said breathlessly. Her face was flushed and her eyes were a little out of focus. “Now I’m finished with you.”  “Yeah.” Ben said, he sounded shocked to the core. His tiny hands were shaking as he walked away. He climbed out of the shower and onto the bathroom floor. “Yeah.” He muttered again. No matter how long he lived he didn’t think he would ever get over that. The horror, the disgust, the pure sickness of Gwen and her actions, but most of all, that fact that he actually found himself enjoying it towards the end.

The light on his back started to flash red. A second later he was human. There was a temptation to turn an look through the shower curtain at his thoroughly sated cousin. But he just wandered to the door and left her alone. Back in his human body and faced with a naked Gwen, he was no longer sure what he would do.

The END!

Author is Englishwitch