Hermione was down for breakfast at 8:30 AM so she could eat and then be ready for her date with Kittisak who was taking her to the wet market. She did not see him at breakfast but thought little more of it until 9:05 AM. He was late. At 9:15 AM she was at the front desk requesting that they call Mr. Nanto's room and patch it into the house phone on the lobby table.
"I'm sorry Ms. Granger," the clerk replied, "but Mr. Nanto checked out late last night and left no forwarding address."
Hermione smiled to herself, remembering the sight of his unfulfilled little wet boner displayed on the stair landing last night, with his pants around his ankles. Pathetic little cunt hound had his male ego wounded. She was highly amused and would remember that sight forever.
She returned to her little table where she had been eating breakfast, intending to have a second smoothie, but found her table already occupied. He was a distinguished-looking gentleman, ruggedly built, and impeccably dressed in a business suit, with gray hair and a weather worn face. Looking up he spotted her and reacted to the look on her face.
"I'm terribly sorry, young lady," he said as he came to his feet. "I thought you were finished here." Hermione thought him an American. He seemed taller than six foot, possibly six foot two.
"Quite alright," she replied. "No need to apologize."
"You're British then?" he asked, reacting to her accent. "I wondered. Please accept my apologies and allow me to introduce myself. I'm Scott, Scott McKenzie." He extended a large hand.
Hermione lightly shook the offered hand and responded, "Hermione, Hermione Granger. You're an American?"
"Canadian, actually. We're not fond of being mistaken for a Yank." He said this with an inviting smile and his hand rose to his lapel. Following his hand Hermione noticed a small Canadian flag pin fastened there. She was to learn that Canadians abroad always include either an article of clothing or an adornment that identified them as Canadian, either the word Canada, a red maple leaf, or a Canadian flag. Being mistaken as a Yank was distasteful to them. "Here let me move to another table and you may have your place back."
"There's no need, Mister McKenzie." Hermione said. "May I join you?"
For a man his age he was quite attractive. He seemed to be in good shape, at least he lacked the belly typical of men over fifty, and he had large hands adorned with a single University graduation ring on his right hand. There was no evidence of a ring having been worn on the ring finger of his left hand. Freckles were sprinkled across the back of those large hands and, with a name like McKenzie, his Celtic origins were obvious. There was an oversized analog watch on his left wrist with the familiar Longines branding. Hermione was wearing her Breitling and chided herself on her new found awareness of luxury brands.
"Most certainly; I would be most flattered by your company Ms. Granger."
"Please, Hermione. May I call you Scott?"
"By all means." His smile was alluring and his blue eyes were penetrating.
"What brings you to Canberra, Scott?" Hermione inquired.
"I'm the technical sales manager for Bombardier. You probably know that we manufacture a catalog of regional commercial and business jets. We're right now working on a deal with a couple of the Australian regional air carriers. What brings Hermione to Canberra?"
"I'm attached to a British Minister without portfolio and I'm here on a training assignment with two of our senior staff." She hoped there wouldn't be any more questions about this as she was skirting the truth.
"You must be a very accomplished young woman. You appear quite young but you carry important responsibilities."
"You can say that my colleagues have a great deal of confidence in my abilities, yes." Hermione was smirking inside but, so far, her answers contained elements of the truth. Hermione was still a teenager but she had learned that carrying herself with confidence often enabled her to pass for someone in their mid‑twenties. If she could pass for Bellatrix Lestrange she could fake her way through this.
"Well, it's a lovely day today, isn't it Hermione? Are you busy with your training duties or do you have more pleasant plans?"
"Actually, I was invited to go to the local farmer's market but my date stood me up. It still sounds like fun. I do like to explore and learn new things. If the hotel's concierge will give me directions I'll go on my own." She wondered if he was going to rise to the bait.
"If I may be so bold, I am unoccupied for the next couple of days and I'm familiar with the market you're planning to attend. Would you consent to allowing a man old enough to be your grandfather to be your escort? I'd be delighted to spend a few hours with you wandering among the vendors."
"Would you? That's very kind of you. But I certainly do not want to impose." Hermione said, inwardly feeling elated that he took the bait. This was a gentleman, seemingly, of the old school and so unlike Koa or Kittisak. Despite his age he's ruggedly handsome, for which he gets bonus points. If she were being honest with herself, she was more than a little interested in him.
"Not an imposition at all. It will be my pleasure, Hermione. I'd like to suggest that my colleague accompany us, our Director of East Asian sales. We're a team and he has a car. Best not to let this old Canuck out onto the Australian roads in a right‑hand drive vehicle." A mirthful smile accompanied this remark and Hermione found it sexy that he would poke fun at himself like that. Isn't it the little things that they're not even aware of that make them sexy?
With that he rose. "It's a date then. Meet me in front of the hotel in half an hour. I need to talk to Tom and I'm sure you want to change into an appropriate outfit for the outing. See you in half an hour."
He then smiled again and turned to walk away. That was quick and informal. She had a good feeling about this. Hermione watched his tight butt walk towards the exit. His upper body was powerfully built and his stride was athletic. But, '… an outfit appropriate for the outing?' Hermione mused, not sure what he meant. Returning to her room she opened the package of finished laundry housekeeping had delivered to her room and there lay the answer, the Australian bush outfit. Let's see what we can do to sex this outfit up a bit.
The hair styling that the muggle salon had fixed was holding up well and a couple of brief waves of her wand brought everything back into order. Retrieving the bright red Louboutin clutch Koa had given her she dug out the red lip gloss and carefully painted her lips. Then she began to dress. It was cute outfit but not sexy, unless you factor in her feminine curves. Yes, there was that but it needed just a little something more. Finally, she realized what she had to do. Discarding her bra she left all but the lower three buttons of the shirt undone. It was a loose fitting garment and gapped open seductively, providing a good view of her cleavage. The bush hat was the final touch that she wore tilted rakishly. Is this a more appropriate outfit, sir, or is it inappropriate? Lacing the boots, Hermione stowed her wand in the extensible pocket and started down to the front entrance.
As she pushed through the revolving door a Land Rover was pulling up to the curb. Scott exited from the passenger side and a tall indigenous appearing man came out from behind the wheel. "Hermione, I'd like to introduce you to Tom Kamaka. Unfortunately he's a Yank but I don't hold that against him because he's native Hawaiian and, in my book, they don't count."
Definitely younger than Scott, Tom was athletically built and tall as well, perhaps six‑foot. Hermione was guessing he was perhaps in his thirties but she was learning quickly that judging the age of Asians or Pacific-Islanders was challenging because their beautiful tan skin did not betray their age so easily. He approached her with a natural grace and a brilliant white smile. "My God, Scott, where did you find this beauty? You look ravishing, my dear," were his first words. "Tommy, call me Tommy, please, Hermione." Hermione shook the hand he offered. Tommy did not pretend to conceal his gaze as he took her in, especially her cleavage. Yes, he'll do nicely.
"Thank you, Tommy. Delighted to meet you."
Glancing at Scott, who was being no less unashamed as he scanned her sexy form, "Is this, perhaps, a more appropriate outfit, Sir?" she teased him.
"Enchanting, my dear. Positively enchanting and you wear it so well."
"On our way, then," Tommy interjected. "Hermione, climb up into the front seat, there's plenty of room in these things," gesturing towards the Land Rover. Hoisting herself in through the passenger door she was bent forward as Tommy came in the driver's door and enjoyed a privileged view down inside her shirt. As she sat up on the seat and was bracketed by these two virile men (one old enough to be her father and the other her grandfather) Hermione thought to herself, Boobs possess their own special magical allure. She also observed that their pants were tenting; or was it just her imagination? The she realized, Men, of any age, are not much different from teenage boys. Then they were on their way.
The public market was on the outskirts of town, spread over a vast area. It was composed of a series of what were termed sheds, long buildings with permanent metal roofs supported by steel columns. Fifteen of the sheds had open sides and another five were enclosed. The vendors backed their trucks up along the sides and set up their tables and racks so that the public could walk down the center aisle and peruse their offerings. In addition there were small restaurants at one end of the property, the kitchens fashioned from shipping containers with an overhanging shed roof covering the tables for the patrons.
Everything that could be carried off easily and could be sold at a reasonable price was offered. Fruits, vegetables, eggs, wines, juice both bottled and fresh squeezed, baked goods, street food of every variety, freshly butchered meats, seafood in the enclosed sheds laid out on large beds of ice, live seafood in salt water tanks, spices and herbs, cheeses of every variety, boutique hand‑made soaps, craft beer, beer and winemaking supplies, kitchen utensils and cutlery, costume jewelry, clothing, 50 kilo bags of rice, souvenirs and tchotchkes, shoes, crocks, sneakers, hats, and much more. Then there were the box vendors who spread out rows of banana boxes each filled with cheap Chinese goods such as shampoo, cosmetics, cheap batteries, toys, household items such as dish drying racks and laundry bags, cheap hand tools, paperback books, dolls, squirt guns, butterfly nets, socks, and much, much more. For all the variety half the wares were farm to table foodstuffs and the variety was endless.
The three of them strolled down the aisles together pointing out various goods and foods being offered. They laughed together. For Hermione, the experience of just spending leisurely time with no special purpose or task at hand and giggling and laughing with friends was something that had been lacking in her life. She was giddy over the luxury of it and was growing to appreciate these playful men who laughed easily and took delight at her discoveries along the way. They encouraged her to sample dragon fruit, kiwi fruit, persimmons, dates, figs, pineapple, passion fruit, and the golden Asian mangoes that were the most succulent fruit Hermione had ever put in her mouth. Asian mangoes were simply amazing and she wondered how anything could be so wonderful.
Then there was durian. The durian was scary.
"It is the fruit that smells like hell but tastes like heaven," Scott told her.
"Everyone must try durian at least once in their lifetime," Tommy chided.
Hermione sniffed it and immediately recoiled. It reminded her of the boys' locker room at the Quiddich pitch, perhaps worse. Raw sewage and worse came to mind. These guys were pulling her leg, not unlike something a teenage boy might do and these two were overgrown teenaged boys. She was very, very skeptical. It took fifteen minutes of cajoling and both of them sampling as a demonstration before she would even take some of the fruit into her hand. Holding her breath she bit off a small piece and began to chew. She was shocked. It was fruity with floral undertones and hints of savory garlic. This was the least she could identify as other subtle flavors she could not immediately identify shocked her pallet. Actually, it was good. They weren't pranking her. In fact, Hermione could easily imagine why it was so popular in many parts of Asia. Scott and Tommy also told her that it comes in a wide variety of flavors and it is banned from public transportation, hotels and airports; no surprise there. Only an anarchist would want to cut one open in a public setting. This episode was one of those rich experiences one can only have when one travels and these two good men were proving to be trustworthy guides.
After that they sat down at one of the satellite restaurants and had coffee. All three of them were foreign guests in Australia and so they sipped their coffee and chatted amiably about the friendly Australian people, the native peoples of Australia, and the unique and casual quality of life they had discovered here. Conversation among them flowed easily and Hermione found herself being further drawn to these men. While they were in the queue buying the coffees she had unbuttoned another button on her shirt and tugged it up a little bit more out of her waistband. Their break for coffee lasted at least forty‑five minutes and, being seated at an angle to each other at a small round table, she was aware that they were enjoying the view under her shirt. Her nipples stiffened at the thought and her pussy grew a little damp. Before they stood up to go she had unfastened another button, her hands being shielded by the table‑top.
It was past lunch‑time but since they had been snacking on fruit and other treats all day they weren't hungry. After coffee Hermione spent time perusing the tchotchkes in the banana boxes, laid out in rows on the concrete. Whether she was interested in the toys or socks or dolls was not the point. The point was she had the opportunity to stoop down, bend over, and strategically reveal herself to these two men while she also was in a subservient stooped position where he eyes were level with their crotch to better judge the bulge beneath the zippers of their pants. Finally their activity began to catch up to her.
"I'm a little tired," she finally admitted.
"It's been a busy day. I hope you've had fun," Scott said.
"It's been great. I'm sorry to see it end."
Tommy spoke up. "Why don't we buy a bottle of wine before we leave along with a small charcuterie board and go soak in the hot tub? Hermione, we're housed in a full‑service resort and there are towels, robes, swimsuits, deck shoes and every other amenity you may need in the cabana. Our hot tub is on our private deck so we can just soak the tiredness out of our bodies for an hour or two. I'm sure the wine will be pleasant as well. How about it?" Spoken like a Yank.
Hermione could think of nothing that would be more fun. Her nipples hardened and she grew damp between her legs again. Getting these two men into a private hot tub was a fantasy too good to imagine. "Let's go," was all she had to say.
Tommy bought a bottle of Australian sparkling wine and a small, prepared charcuterie of locally produced sausages and cheeses. Following along behind them as they headed back to the Land Rover Hermione undid the last button on her shirt. The ride back was frustrating for her. Neither one of them had made a move to reach under her shirt, other than with their eyes. Were they really such perfect gentlemen? Was it going to be necessary for her to take drastic action? She wanted to notch her third and fourth cock but they weren't being entirely as cooperative as she expected. But she was enjoying this game with them more than she could have imagined and this was absolutely the sexiest and most erotic fun she had ever had. She had every intention of taking this as far as she could.
Their lodging consisted of a series of private bungalows strategically located around a private lake. Parking the Land Rover Scott took her into his bungalow. Each of them had separate bungalows but they were going to use Scott's for the hot tub soak. Tommy went to change into his swim trunks in his bungalow and Scott gave her a tour of his place. Scott's upstairs bedroom was furnished with a king sized bed, private bath with a jetted tub, private balcony overlooking the lake, skylight, fireplace, and a mirror the size of the bed mounted on the ceiling above it. Decorated in soft, warm pastels and lit with indirect lighting it was decadent. The great room downstairs had a larger fireplace, a carpet so plush it was possible to lose one's balance on it, a small bar, a well‑furnished kitchen and a projection entertainment center. One wall was floor to ceiling glass with large sliding doors. It overlooked an intimate deck with a sunken hot tub and a ten‑foot high privacy fence all around. Tropical potted plants eight‑feet high with large green fronds were scattered around the perimeter of the fence. Scott led her over to a cabana on the deck and showed her the assortment of robes and swimsuits that she could choose from, then excused himself to go change into his trunks.
Hermione was not satisfied with the selection of swimsuits. Half of them were one‑piece suits and the other half were very conservative two‑piece suits that did not satisfy her purpose. Well, they'd been ogling her body all afternoon and had enjoyed a full appraisal so there seemed to be nothing left to hide now. She would go topless. Her thong, although soaked with her pussy juices by now, would also serve best. A beautiful deep blue silk robe decorated with Chinese dragons would be a nice way to make her entrance and afford her an opportunity for a reveal when she was ready to step into the tub. There were indistinct voices outside the door so she knew they had arrived on the deck. Hermione stepped out of the cabana. The men were at a small table.
Tommy was pouring the sparkling wine into champagne flutes and Scott was spearing toothpicks into the cheeses and meats on the charcuterie tray. They were both wearing silk Hawaiian shirts, unbuttoned. Tommy was every bit the athletic specimen that he appeared to be. Dressed in a pair of Speedos his well‑toned, tanned, and hairless body could have served him well in a modeling career. His speedo barely covered his package and he had tucked his swollen shaft off to the side so that it wouldn't emerge above the waistband.
Scott wore conservative swim trunks but his package was not to be concealed beneath them. His upper body and chest were impressive, rising from a tight waist and powerful legs. Sporting a full chest of curly hair and powerful arms he could have been a body double for Sean Connery in one of the bond films. Her pussy dampened further. Their mouths dropped open.
"You are, without exaggeration, a simply beautiful young lady, Hermione," Scott gushed as she approached.
Tommy offered her one of the wine flutes and then said, "Shall we toast to the beautiful woman we are honored to entertain today?"
Clinking their glasses and sipping the sparkling wine Hermione smiled. A few minutes more of idle conversation, nibbles from the charcuterie, a few more ships of the wine and then Scott took the charcuterie tray to the edge of the hot tub while Tommy put the wine bottle into a bucket and followed him. Hermione lagged behind a moment. The men dropped their shirts and stepped into the round tub, settling on the opposite seat facing Hermione. Perfect! she thought. She approached the tub under the gaze of the two men, placed her flute on the coping, and then seductively unwrapped herself and let the garment drop to the deck. A practically naked vision of sexiness, she slowly and deliberately tested the water with her toe and fussed about a bit, bent down and scooped water onto her shoulders and chest, then caressed her torso and breasts to wet them before she swung her feet into the water and settled opposite them on the side bench. Extending her legs across the tub she propped her feet onto the bench between them.
"Gentlemen. You're going to be catching flies in your mouth if you leave them open like that."
Both men laughed. She loved that they had such a healthy sense of humor about themselves.
Scott spoke, "It has been an absolutely delightful day, in every way. You are a most playful, flirtatious, adventurous, and surprising young lady. I certainly have enjoyed to the utmost going along for the ride you've taken us on. Thank you, and another toast to our amazing little temptress." They extended their glasses, clinked, and sipped some more. Hermione had settled so her nipples were under the surface but the swell of her breasts were visible. She was smirking. These were not crude and over anxious teenage boys. They knew the game she had been playing. Furthermore they knew she was enjoying the game perhaps more than they were and they were going to provide her every opportunity to enjoy herself to the utmost. These experienced and mature men both knew there is nothing more intoxicating to a sexy young lady than to be toying with a man the way she was toying with them.
"It has been my pleasure, gentlemen. You have been so well behaved and that afforded me the chance to add new dimensions to my fun today. I'd like to thank you both for that." She took a small sausage off the tray and seductively wrapped her lips around the end, extracted the toothpick, and then slowly sucked the little wiener past her lips and into her mouth. The sparkling wine wasn't the yeasty dry brut she had with Koa but it was light and fruity by comparison. It was sneaking down the back of her throat, in fact, and made her head giddy and her pussy wet. Hermione brought her feet down and stood up. Turning her back to tem she hooked her thumbs under the stays of her thong and slowly shimmied it down over her hips and down her legs, slowly and seductively. She bent over as she did, being sure to give them a close and unobstructed view of her glistening pussy.
Standing straight she whirled and settled back into her seat, this time dropping her feet between their legs and carefully kneading her feet up into their prominent bulges. Tossing the thong into Scott's face, she sat up straight enough to keep her breasts above the water line and spread her arms out wide to support herself on the edge of the coping.
"Seems you two are ready," she quipped as she gently massaged their cocks and balls. They were sitting a little more upright now and seemed frozen in place. "Ok, boys. Stand up and lose the trunks," and she withdrew her feet. They complied immediately, standing up and pushing the garments down and off. "Stand right there for a minute," she commanded. Their junk was no more than two feet away from her gaze and she wanted to savor the sight. Their dicks were standing at full mast in salute to the goddess before them.
Scott's was maybe a little longer than average, perhaps five and a half inches. But it was impossibly thick and seemed to be thicker at the base than the head. It's girth was as impressive as his barrel chest and strong arms. Beneath that thick pole hung a sack with two large balls, certainly larger than golf balls, swollen perhaps by the same abundance of testosterone that gave him that notable physique.
Tommy's was a beautiful and slender staff of tan flesh, uncut and ready for action. Shorter than Scott's, perhaps average length at just a little more than five inches, the stretch skin looked ever so soft and smooth as it rippled over prominent veins. She had heard women praised for their small tits because they were perfectly proportional to her petite body. Now there was a dick that the same could be said of. His sack held two balls, smaller than Scott's but, again, proportional to everything else.
"OK, boys. Both of you, sit up on the edge of the tub and spread your legs!" Hermione felt perfectly wanton giving that command and it felt good. It was time to stop playing games and take what she wanted.
She started with Scott. First she wanted to play with his cock, stroking it slowly and gently while she licked his heavy sack and tested whether those big balls were going to fit into her mouth. They did, but just. As had been her pattern all day she was going to play this out in no hurry. Scott's breath began to come in small gasps and he squirmed a little because of her attentions. Finally licking from the base under his sack all the way up his rigid pole she made him moan. This cock was thick, especially at the base. Tommy had reached under and began to knead her breasts and her nipples hardened further. Now she tested whether this dick would fit into her mouth, taking it in slowly. It was difficult to swirl her tongue around the head if she took it in too deeply. It just fit between her rows of molars so she needed extra care bobbing on it and was careful to keep her front teeth sheathed as she swallowed what she could as her jaw stretched open to accommodate him. She looked up into his eyes. Cute and sexy little sounds were coming from him with each bob of her head, each lick of her tongue. Now she began to stroke the lower shaft with her hand in coordination with her mouth. He groaned. Merlin his little noises were so sexy and surprisingly high pitched for such a virile man. His sack was beginning to tighten, drawing up his balls.
Tommy was now gently pinching her nipples between thumb and index finger and pulling them straight out which felt so good. She abandoned Scott and floated over between Tommy's legs now. His sack was less gnarly than Scott's and she loved licking it. His balls fit more comfortably in her mouth and she could swirl them a little with her tongue. She tested sucking and, watching for his reaction, he threw his head back and exhaled. This is so fun! She played like that for a while before licking up his smooth shaft from its base and finally paying attention to the head. His girth was not as impressive but that was contrasted by the head of his dick which was large by comparison. Fuck! If I fuck this trouser snake will it get stuck in me? Taking him into her mouth she could easily close her lips on his smooth shaft and tickle her throat and tongue with that bulbous head. He was grunting as she worked his swollen knob in her mouth.
In all her years as a schoolgirl when she obtained her affirmation and found her power through knowledge, learning, skill and cleverness she had never imagined there could be any greater empowerment. Even her entrance at the Yule Ball was not clue enough for her that she was desirable and desired nor the authority she could yield by it. Now, here she was, entertaining two straining dicks eager for her attentions and responsive to her slightest whim. It had been a quick series of lessons here down under but Hermione was now confident in her sexuality and she reveled in it.
Scott called, "Bring her over, Tommy."
Pulling off the dick in her mouth she looked around. Unnoticed while she was sucking Tommy, Scott had gotten up and stretched out on one of the lounge chairs. She stood and turned to face him. Tommy nudged her to climb out of the hot tub and go over to him. That thick and rigid pole of his was still at attention and he was dripping a clear syrup onto it and rubbing it in.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Silicone lube, dear, so you don't bruise your delicate pussy when you're stretched by my little joy stick here."
Tommy lifted her under her armpits from behind and brought her over to Scott. Her legs straddled the longer as he hovered her over Scott and slowly lowered her down to meet her fate. Scott held the glistening rod straight up as her pussy approached it. The tip found her slit and flicked up and down between her wet petals as she brought her knees up on either of his hips. Tommy released her and she sank down partially impaling herself on the waiting spear. Now it was her turn to gasp. She just had the tip in and was already being wonderfully stretched. There was wisdom in the application of the lube, although she was wet and now was getting even wetter. Have to have it all in! Trying to slowly sink further she found it was better to bounce ever slow slightly and work it in a little at a time. Scott's head rolled back and he moaned. Waves of pleasure radiated throughout her cunt and broadcasted everywhere trough her body. More! Got to have more! Fuck!
Then she settled completely onto the invader. Her legs were trembling and she gave out, pitching forward. Scott had been kneading her tits and as she pitched forward his arms slid up her torso until her collarbones settled on is forearms. He had grasped either side of her head with his massive hands. Worming his little fingers into her ears he shut out sound, then placing each of his index fingers onto her eyelids he shut out sight, and finally he invaded her mouth with his thick thumbs causing her to suck them instinctively. Now he lifted her up and down on that stretching pole of his, pulling and pushing her by the grip on her head. There was no conscious awareness of anything except the waves of pre‑orgasmic pleasure coursing through her cunt and pussy lips. Her legs were useless to her as they were trembling and, with her senses cut off, there was only that cock spearing in and out of her cunt to focus upon.
Distracted as she was she was unaware that Tommy had begun to pour lube into her ass crack. The syrupy stuff flowed easily down the valley between her cheeks until it met his finger at her back door where he began to spread it and work it in. She was unaware of all of this as she hungrily sucked on those big thumbs and absorbed the pleasure coursing from her cunt. Then he pushed a finger in past her tight little ring of muscle and began to pump it in and out as he dribbled more lube, working the lube into her tight hole. It felt good as the feelings all blended together with the sensory overload in which she was lost. Tommy coated his own stiff dick now with lube and, lining up that globular head with her sphincter, he began to push. She moaned loudly despite the thumbs in her mouth. Scott withdrew the thumbs so she could speak.
"Are you OK, Hermione? Does it hurt?" he asked.
Her pussy began to pulse with strong contractions and the clenching seemed to assist in drawing Tommy's fat head deeper into her back door, stretching the ring of muscle a little at a time with each contraction of her pussy.
"I'm cuuuuummmmmiiinnng! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! You… maaake… meeeeeeeeeee… cuuuuummmm! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
That fat cock head finally popped in past her ring. Full. So full. She had never felt so full and her orgasm settled into a low level vibration higher in her abdomen, seemingly unstoppable, a monster consuming all her sensory inputs and brain power. Tommy began small thrusts, advancing little by little with an urgency to bury his cock fully into her rectum. Scott put his thumbs back into her mouth, she sucked on them greedily, and he began to pump her up and down on his shaft faster now. Tommy matched the rhythm and was soon thrusting his full length into her. He wasn't going to last. A few more thrusts and he pushed in deep and began to pump his own cum deep into her bowels. This triggered Scott a few moments later and his cock swelled to what felt to Hermione an impossible girth and then blasted its seed deep into her womb. Scott released her head and she collapsed on top of him. Tommy had been supporting himself on the back of the chair with his arms but they were trembling now as the force of his orgasm had sapped his strength. He began to withdraw his cock and had to work the fat head a little to get past her sphincter. Fucker did get stuck, as I thought it might. She thought to herself.
"I've got to catch a flight in three hours so I'll just let myself out. Hermione, I can say without hesitation that you are one of the most amazing women I have ever known. Thank you very much for a wonderful day and a mind numbing fuck. I hope to see you again." And with that he gathered his scraps of clothes and let himself out, but not before admiring the gapping at her back door, the spunk oozing out, and patting her cheeks affectionately.
"Thank you Tommy," she responded weakly, still spent and unable to move. "I won't forget this day, or you."
Scott's dick softened, shrank, and eventually he was squeezed out of her wet pussy, a dollop of his seed being squeezed out with it. Merlin she hated that feeling; she wanted to hold it in and savor the fullness. Fifteen minutes later she was still lying on top of him, her cheek pressed against his hairy chest and her fingers tracing circles among the curls. The sex had been beyond belief but this time in afterglow was endearing, a reward for her performance.
"Come on, little one. Let's go upstairs. You'll sleep well tonight." Scott said.
They stumbled upstairs, took a quick shower together, and fell into bed together. She snuggled in as the little spoon against his masculine bulk. It was dark now and moonlight streamed in the French doors and skylights, bathing the room in a romantic glow. Had this day even happened or had it all been a dream? In a few short weeks since Ginny had introduced her to the potential of sexual intimacy and Fleur had given her psychological permission to explore her sexuality here down under she was now contentedly nestled in with a much older man after a full day of teasing, tempting, exploring, laughing, sharing, sucking and fucking. Somehow she knew that she had just enjoyed a master class in fun, joy, and intimacy today. Sleep now overtook her.
Sometime in the depth of the night she was gently prodded awake by a tongue exploring her pussy. She was on her back in Scott's big bed and, opening her eyes, she saw herself in the ceiling mirror, bathed in soft moonlight, gripping the sheets as her arousal mounted, and moaning as his experienced tongue touched her in all the right spots. Before long she was gushing her fuck juice liberally. He crawled up her body and stuffed her sensitive little cunt with that thick flesh pole once again. There would be no acute orgasms this time, just a long rippling series of waves of pleasure and a need that emanated from her inner core. As she looked up she watched his strong back arch over and over as he thrust into her, her legs wrapped around his tight butt and her heels digging into his ass trying to pull him in deeper. Her moans filled the room and she soon felt his thick shaft swell a little more before driving to full depth, stretching her cunt tight, and pumping her full of his seed. I'm getting addicted to the feeling of a man's release pumping his hot cum up against my womb. It's almost as good as when I cum.
Later when she awoke the moonlight was gone, replaced by a soft early morning light. Scott was awake and pawing her right breast.
"Scott, may I ask you something."
"Anything."
"What were you doing in my hotel at breakfast when you have a home here? You weren't a guest there, were you?"
"I had a meeting in the business center with a client. I was on my way out when I glanced into the breakfast area and saw you. You'll forgive me but I just couldn't resist you." Scott offered.
"That's very flattering. Are you married? I checked for evidence of a wedding ring but I saw none. Are you a player?"
"I was married for fifty years and no, I'm not a player. I'm a widower."
Hermione did not expect that. Fifty years! He's older than she thought. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Scott. I didn't mean…"
"No need to apologize, Hermione. You see, I met my wife in the very same way fifty‑three years ago. You reminded me of her. The coincidence was too much for me to walk away from you. She was seventeen and I was eighteen. We were married almost a year later. Laura was her name, a truly remarkable woman and you're more like her than you know. They were fifty years of being in love and living our best life together, every day."
"Scott, I'm very, very sorry."
"No. No, Hermione. It is something to be celebrated. I don't mourn my loss. I celebrate the years we spent together. Every day I am thankful for all that we had. I'm a happy man, Hermione. She died the day after our fiftieth wedding anniversary. I'm thankful we could celebrate that together. In her life she was playful, like you are. She knew me so well she could excite me effortlessly, and delighted in doing so. I can only hope that you find a worthy man who will appreciate everything that you are. Don't ever change. You've performed a great service for me, Hermione. Thank you."
She was crying silently. "How old are you, Scott?"
"I'm seventy-one. You?" No! Was it even possible that a seventy‑one year old man could perform like he does in bed?
"Scott, dear Scott, I'm seventeen." She was crying openly now. "Scott, get out your lube and make love to me. No foreplay. Just mount me and imagine I'm your wife. Please, Scott. Let me do this for you."
And so she lay there watching in the mirror overhead as he fucked her. There would be no orgasm this time. This wasn't about her. She wrapped her legs around him and ran her hands through his hair while she moaned lustily in his ear, even capturing the earlobe in her teeth and biting just hard enough that he increased his pace. Her pussy was pulsing with stabs of pleasure but she wasn't going to cum. This was as intimate an act as she could ever have imagined and she was filled with the joy and satisfaction of it. She was also crying throughout. For a man his age he had to work for his third orgasm in less than twelve hours but he was strong enough to plow her pussy with remarkable energy for more than ten minutes before he finally came. Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'll never get tired of feeling a man's release in my pussy. So special!
Once he shrank down and pulled out of her she rolled him onto his back and laid on top of him with her head on his hairy chest like she did last night.
"Tell me about Tommy. Is he cheating on his wife or is he just kinky and likes to fuck young girls in the ass?"
"Yes, he's married but it isn't what you think. They have an open marriage. They can both have as many side pieces as they want but they must share all the details. We have a sales meeting in Honolulu in four days but he left immediately last night to report to his wife in Cebu. Tommy's wife is the sexiest Filipina I have ever seen but boy is she competitive. He'll tell her everything that happened in full detail and she'll outdo you in every way. She'll have three days to one‑up you and she might even call in one of her side‑pieces so she can get DP'd as well."
"DP'd?"
"Double‑Penetrated."
She hadn't thought about it but, yes, she had been double‑penetrated in a three‑way. Fleur would need to hear about this. Hermione lifted her head from his chest and looked him in the eyes. "You're telling me that his wife is going to prove she can duplicate everything that went on with us, including bringing in another man, and do it even better?"
"That's right. As I said, she's very sexy. They met when she was fifteen and he was thirty‑five. Age gap relationships are a common thing in the Philippines, especially with ex‑patriots. They've been married five years. She's twenty‑three now and full of sexual energy."
"He's forty years old?'
"Yes."
"Scott, you're making me feel so young, naïve, and sheltered. Was it like this with you and your wife?"
"No, Hermione. You're only the second woman I've ever had in my life. If a man is fortunate enough to find a woman as fine as my wife, or as extraordinary as you, no others are needed."
"Scott, you're only my third," Hermione admitted. Merline she hoped she wasn't going to start crying again.
"Well I am truly honored my dearest Hermione."
"Not as honored as I am, Scott. Not as honored as I."
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