1. The Young Wizard--Part 5


    Date: 8/3/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 88, Source: sexstories.com

    Jeremy,” she cooed, “I think you’re ready for me again.” I grabbed her suddenly and rolled her over. She was pinned beneath me, my legs between hers. “You think I’m ready for you? I know I am!” I kissed her hard as I pinched her nipple. She groaned into my mouth. She reached between us to rub my cock into her slit. She was already wet and oozing pussy juice. She pulled me into her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I pushed hard, forcing myself against her cervix. “OH, YES, JEREMY, FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!” We moved into each other faster and harder. We were working hard for each other; sweat pooled between MP’s tits. Our moans and grunts were coming faster and faster. “OH, YES! YESSS! YESSSSS!” MP was screaming as her orgasm took over her body, shaking and shuddering beneath me. I was pumping her madly until, “UNNNGGGHHH!” My cum poured into MP until, at last, I fell in a heap onto her. I moved her leg, rolled over, kissed her, and held her tight as we, once again, fell asleep. We woke around eight, showered together, and walked into the kitchen in our robes. Mom was there, bags under her eyes. “Don’t you two ever sleep?” she asked. “Sorry, Mom,” I replied. “I guess we got a little carried away.” “Oh, don’t apologize, Jeremy. When your father heard you he got so hot he gave me the best fucking I’ve had in months.” MP and I laughed. “Mom, I asked MP to marry me. She said ’yes.’ That’s why we were celebrating.” “I assumed that was a fait accompl i. But it nice to know ...
    it’s official. What will your parents say, MP?” “My mom will be thrilled. I don’t care what my dad thinks.” We ate breakfast as Mom and MP talked about their plans for the future. They got along much better than I could have dreamed. Mom taught MP some of the simpler spells, mostly things to do with housework, cooking, and the like. She also taught her some defense spells—just in case. They made great companions for each other, too. We were home about a week when MP told me there was something we had to do. I took her to a florist where she bought a dozen white roses and a heavy ceramic vase. Then we went to the one place I dreaded—the cemetery. MP placed the flowers on Mandy’s grave. I couldn’t help myself—I started crying again. When MP took my hand I noticed she was crying as hard as I was. We went to visit Mandy every week and we cried every time. When her headstone was laid we planted flowers and marveled at how they bloomed even in the cold of winter. We decided to marry as soon as we could for two reasons. The first was to allow MP to share in my magical powers. As my wife she could tap into my abilities to supplement hers. The second was because her father was acting like an ass. First, he tried to snatch MP as we were coming out of the supermarket. You already know how far that got. I was just about to freeze him when MP held her hand up telling me to stop. I could see her reciting a spell she got from Mom. She held her thumb and forefinger apart and slowly moved them ...
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