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“Are you sure?”
“You promised,” she said, smiling underneath the blindfold, “to tell me a dirty story about your buddy Mitch. Tell me how he’s been dying to fuck me silly.” She arched her back. “Tell me about Mitch licking me for hours, and not letting me finish until I beg for it.” She reached and found hard flesh, grinned at capturing me. “Tell me!”
Her blindfold slipped and she blinked in surprise at seeing, and holding, a very happy Mitch.
“I’m sorry, babe,” I said, sitting across the room. “I’m afraid I just don’t have a very good imagination.”
Eve grabbed Jim’s arm hard enough to knock the pancake off his fork. “Look over there!”
Jim looked over to see a pretty blonde sitting with a dark-haired man, laughing together. Something about them–
“We masturbated to them!”
“Remember? Last week, the amateur tape? Oh my God…”
Jim remembered and was instantly aroused. It had been incredible, and seeing them clothed and casual was weird and exciting.
Eve smirked. “Waitress?”
“I’d like to pay for that couple’s breakfast, anonymously.”
“Please. And tell them…” Eve and Jim smiled at each other. “Tell them we admire their work.”
“Close your eyes and guess your present.”
“Nope.” My legs goosepimpled in the cool Christmas morning air when she pulled off the blanket.
“A plastic rocket?”
“Last chance,” she murmured. I heard her sip something.
Without warning she took me deep into her wet and unreasonably hot mouth. I opened my eyes to see her bent over my waist with a cup of tea in one hand and me in the other.
“Just what I wanted!” I exclaimed happily. She smiled around me and began a slow, insistent motion. “Tea!”
And that’s where this scar came from.
Millions of glazy-eyed people, young and old alike, have been captivated by the adventures of this young wizard and his friends. Each book has taken you through Harry’s life as he escapes from life with the dreadful Dursleys to learn about magic at the amazing Hogwart’s Academy of Wizardry. Unless you’re a hopeless pathetic loser Muggle you know how Harry has progressed in power and skill every year, always triumphing over the sneaky Slytherin House and thwarting the plans of the evil dark wizard, Lord Voldemort, with his own courage and the help of his loyal friends Ron and Hermione. Now it’s Harry’s 18th birthday, it’s his last year at Hogwart’s, and the fun is just beginning!
The release date will be near Christmas, just in time for us to make another mountain of money, but as an exclusive bonus for you loyal Hoot Island fans we’re offering an excerpt. What follows takes place after the final year students arrive back at Hogwarts for the new school year…
Harry and Ron stepped through the fat woman painting into the Gryffindor common room in some consternation. “I hope Hermione hasn’t passed us completely,” Ron said. “I can’t believe she took summer classes.”
“I would have if I could,” Harry said, “but I didn’t have the O.W.L.s to manage it. Remember, her last letter said she was going to go on to post-graduate work.” They waved to familiar friends and began introducing themselves to the new students. Quite a lot of the younger students kept passing them and then looking back at Harry and stopping dead in surprise.
After eight years, Harry was used to being stared at. The dark Lord Voldemort’s attack on him as a baby left him a distinctive lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead, and the reputation of being the only person Voldemort couldn’t kill outright did the rest, with some help from the reputation Harry had built for himself since. After discovering he was a wizard and could attend Hogwart’s School of Wizardry, Harry had gotten wind of several of Voldemort’s evil schemes and had thwarted them all. He had faced death, humiliation, basilisks, dragons, evil wizards, malicious spells, foul odors, the undead, and even the Inland Revenue and remained unscathed. Oddly enough, Voldemort’s schemes seemed to be losing oomph, as if he could no longer pull together enough power to get a really good evil plan together. The last attempt had been to place Harry on a chain letter mailing list.
As more and more students kept staring at him, Harry began to realize that there was a different class of attention. He recognized the star-gazers, the well-wishers, the groupies, the jealous, and the envious, but he kept noticing female students looking at him in a funny way, almost as if they were hungry. One pretty blonde student even went so far as to lick her lips and use her hand to smooth out the front of her robe, although Harry hadn’t noticed any wrinkles..
Ron noticed it as well. “Cor, Harry! You outta be able to get some serious schtank this year! And we’re finally of legal age to learn Sex Magic, so you’ll have an excuse and everything.”
“But why are they staring at me? Why not both of us?” Harry asked, blushing furiously.
“Well, look at you. You’ve been playing tournament-class Quidditch for eight years, you’re in fantastic shape, you’ve got the scar (chicks love scars, Harry), and Daniel Radcliffe turned out to be a hunk.”
“Look, there’s Hermione!”
“You seem excited,” said the lady behind me in line. My smile was ready to burst from my face and go dancing.
“I’m finally going to find out, boy or girl!“
”Oh, wonderful! Don’t want to be surprised?”
“I will be! My darling Chris and I wanted to save it for the wedding night.”
“What? Finding out the sex of your baby?”
“Finding out the sex of my lover! Chris has been hiding it, the tease.”
“You mean you don’t know? And you’re marrying him? Her?”
“Of course!” I said happily. “What has that got to do with anything?”