Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 12)

(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)

Receiving a great view of Hermione’s spread pussy, Ginny bit her lip, and Michael just said “mmmm.”

Michael started to move in, but Ginny stopped him.

“You already got a taste.” Said the bicurious redhead, and she crawled on the huge bed after Hermione, positioning herself between her friends legs.

Hermione watched Ginny, as she stared at her exposed vagina, her hands rubbing around her thighs.

“Someones excited.” Said Ginny, lowering herself and popping her ass in the air. Ginny smiled as she lowered her face, smelling Hermione’s musky scent.

Hermione’s eyes closed as Ginny’s tongue found her pussy, pleasing her with long slow licks.

“How do you like the taste?” Asked Michael, positioning himself behind Ginny, spreading her cheeks, and preparing to eat her out.

“She tastes great.” Said Ginny, between licks. “I see why you love eating pussy so much ungh!” Michaels tongue had found Ginny’s twat and was licking away, and Ginny set off back to work. She was licking a moaning Hermione, and moaning as Michael licked her. Read more »

Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 11)

(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)

A few days later Hermione sat outside with Ginny, in the bright, warm sunshine. They were each doing their homework, and occasionally pausing to talk about this and that.

Since revealing her little secret, Hermione had been spending the majority of her time with her red-headed friend. No longer having any reason to avoid her, she was happy to have a friend that she could confide in.

As much as Hermione still missed Ron and Harry, she wasn’t willing to spend that much time around Lavender, and couldn’t bring herself to lie to Harry. And so she stayed away from them both, sticking with her one female friend instead.

It also was nice to be around someone so open and free. And the more time Hermione spent with Ginny, the more she realized just how adventurous Ginny was.

Not only had she been with Michael Corner, but she had also been with Dean Thomas, Ernie MacMillan, and, to Hermione’s great surprise, little Colin Creevey. Read more »

Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 11)

(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)

A few days later Hermione sat outside with Ginny, in the bright, warm sunshine. They were each doing their homework, and occasionally pausing to talk about this and that.

Since revealing her little secret, Hermione had been spending the majority of her time with her red-headed friend. No longer having any reason to avoid her, she was happy to have a friend that she could confide in.

As much as Hermione still missed Ron and Harry, she wasn’t willing to spend that much time around Lavender, and couldn’t bring herself to lie to Harry. And so she stayed away from them both, sticking with her one female friend instead.

It also was nice to be around someone so open and free. And the more time Hermione spent with Ginny, the more she realized just how adventurous Ginny was.

Not only had she been with Michael Corner, but she had also been with Dean Thomas, Ernie MacMillan, and, to Hermione’s great surprise, little Colin Creevey. Read more »

[FM] Fucking my coworker for my first time, his second time

A few years ago, I was a couple months into a new job where I met a cute guy in my department. We were both single, he was smart and made me laugh, but dating within the company seemed like such a bad idea. So I made sure to limit our interactions to mostly covert flirting around the office. Other people probably noticed but it was only flirting, no harm in that, right?

A few weeks after we had been flirting, he invited me to a house party at his place. This was my chance to show a little more skin that he was used to. I wore tiny denim shorts that my ass hung out the bottom of, a tight tank top with a cute bra underneath, and a sexy little thong. We had spent the night making eyes across the room, flirting when we ran into each other, and partnering up in beer pong. However, it was still an unspoken attraction, we hadn’t even kissed. By the end of the night, I had drank way too much alcohol, and was really in no shape to be around a guy I liked. My friends offered to take me home, but I was insistent I needed to stay to help him clean up…or something. My friends ended up leaving, asking me to text them when i got home. That was the last thing I remembered that night. Read more »

Peel Another Banana, America

Sometimes smutpunk has a serious message about stuff like imperialism and some of the dangers of modern society. Sometimes smutpunk will make you smarter for taking the time to read it.

[Peel the Banana!](https://www.moctezumajohnson.com/smutpunk/2018/11/19/peel-another-banana-america/)

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What do you make of this poem?

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[MM] Rode My Friend at a Camping Trip

Joe and I had been watching porn and jerking off together for a long time before the trip. It started watching porn, creeping hands, and escalated to blowjobs and sex.

From the second I felt his cock I had an odd feeling of submission to it. It was much thicker than mine and he took so long to cum. I found myself just wanting to please him and make him cum. Just for reference, I’m really dominant with woman, whips and handcuffs type of dominant so this was a new feeling for me.

Anyways, shortly before the first trip I had let Joe fuck me. It was erotic but painful. I had to stop before he came and felt like I let him down. Knowing we were going on this group camping trip I had arranged that we shared a tent and I had been prepping for that night. I bought a dildo and loosened up for weeks. I also brought lube on the trip.

The day went along normally enough with everyone drinking a ton and eventually night came. I retired to the tent and was jerking off under my bathing suit in the tent when Joe came in. It was dark as shit so I don’t think he noticed. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 10. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

Chapter 10
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In the wee hours of the morning, the collar felt warm in my hand as I carried it across the street in twilight. Andrew answered the door quickly and smiled warmly. “Come in, Mom. Grandma and Eric will sleep into late morning.” He invited, but stood solidly in the doorway. He didn’t budge until I secured the collar around my neck. “Follow me, Mom.”

The guest room had been my room when I was a youth. He shut the door behind us. “It doesn’t have a lock. We’ll have to risk that.” His eyes gleamed.

My heart skipped, beating fast. I tried to control my breath. Andrew crossed his arms over his chest. “Take off your clothes, Mother.”

Glorious shame swept me. My hands fluttered to the task. After I shucked my pants and blouse, he stepped close. I unclasp my bra. He caught my revealed tits and kissed their crowns. Then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deep. Our lips and tongues met gently. He pulled off his tee, somehow without disturbing our passion. Then his pants fell to the floor. “I need to use you.” Read more »

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 9, part 2/2. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN
Chapter 9, part 2

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Several days remained until Thursday morning. I waded through them with renewed spirit. Claire and I were as conversational as we had been before I hated her. Garrick and I had irregular but fair sex. Some nights were better than others, but none were bad. Garrick confessed, he wasn’t particularly interested in my fetish. He found it a bit intimidating. I reiterated, I’d gladly take it out, for anal sex or any kind of sex with him. He encouraged me to enjoy it. I worried I was enjoying it too much. It had become my primary focus when masturbating during the day.

No major fires flared, leading up to Thursday morning. I arrived early to help flag down Janice, if she had trouble finding the right tree. She did, but not because she was intellectually challenged. The map I drew was utter shit. I was lucky to spot her car three blocks away. If she hadn’t been driving slower than a golf cart, I wouldn’t have rescued her from my bad diagram.

“Oh. I see. It kinda makes sense.” She held the map at all angles until one fit her model of the local universe. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 9, part 1/2. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

Chapter 9, part 1

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When I told Claire the news, she yelled. “How could you?”

I heard myself yell back, “It was you!” I blinked with disbelief. “What sort of sick human being are you?” A swirl of memories coalesced in my head. Andrew had been dating Claire!

“There was nothing indelicate about our relationship.”

“He’s seventeen. You’re twenty eight! How can you even feel love for a child that young?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“He’s my son, Claire. Now I’m twice glad my mother is taking care of him.”

“Why? Because you couldn’t?”

She got to me. Instead of exploding, I gave a peace offering. “Let’s calm down before we say shit like that.”

“Damn you!” She left the library without signing out. Questions came to me. Why were they meeting at the university? Did it really matter where? I told myself, it was to throw Garrick and I off the scent. That evening, I employed his nose. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 8, part 2/2. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

Chapter 8, part 2

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Mother arrived at five fourteen.

“Andrew.” I stated, upon seeing him still alive.

“Tell your son to take a shower. Use the pumice soap on that grease.”

“I thought you hated that soap.”

“I hate grease stains worse.”

“Hi, Mom.” Andrew greeted. “Bye, Mom.” He headed to the bathroom.

“I’ll get dinner started.” I turned towards the kitchen.

“We’ll eat out tonight.”

It turns out, her auto shop doubled its business while she was away. Some rookie mechanic suggested maybe advertising would help. He was wrong, but that got her proxy to rethink how they presented themselves.

Mom liked to keep a tidy and nice looking home. Her workplace was where she could let her hair down, except it would get caught in a fan belt. So she tied it up. She let everything else in her shop hang out. It was a maze of parts and dirty rags and bad smells. In a word, it was freedom. After discovering her daughter’s awful secret, she discovered that her true love had gotten a make over. It had become clean and professional. Every useful part had been organized and logged into a database. Everything else went to recycling. Read more »