#Old trunk gilf

[cheschesterpossum]

Im going to jail for sure.

[juice-plums]

Playing Dangerous

Jack x !Busty, woman! Reader

Warnings: Murder, House Fire, Not So Innocent Housewife you, Corrupted Cop On Duty him, Rough Sex, He’s A Witness Willing To Keep Quiet For A Price, FOR ALL MY GILF LOVERS, I LOVE HIM AND HE IS LEFT OUT, I WANNA DO ONE OF DEREK’S FATHER

“Looking at me,…then suddenly I’m in love”

You were a sweet, innocent housewife and you were married to this rich and absolute bum, he took care of the bills and such but the love was not there and you were up to here with his infidelity, he always returned home late, random, coral colored lipstick stains on the collar of his work shirts, NO ONE is going to embarrass you like this, you absolutely were not going to stand for this

He knew you cause you were one of the sweetest housewives he's ever met on the block of this this rich street, he was then duty cop, he would watch over the rich street, look for any suspicious activity, he remembers Christmas you made homemade blueberry pies him and his colleagues, the sweet gestures of yours he wondered why you weren't his housewife instead, he always saw your bum of a husband drive through at 2 or 3am, he would always make snarky remarks to your bum husband

"You know, you got a good woman, you better lock her up before I take her"

or along the lines that could of gotten him fired

“Tell your wife I said Hi, she looked absolutely lovely in her dress today”

he would say and your bummy husband would just laugh it off, Jack clearly was not lying, he would hop on the nearest chance he would get to be just alone with you and just so happened to be tonight, he straightened up his uniform, feeling butterflies in his stomach, he wondered if you were wearing one of your pretty dresses with your signature pearl necklace, he wondered if you were wearing your sweet perfume that filled his senses and clogged his mind, giving him a nice buzz

you stuffed stacks upon stacks of cash into duffle bags, your whore of a husband embarrassed you for the last time, you held your tongue for too long, now it's time to raise hell, you stuffed the duffle bags full of cash into your car while your husband slept, but no you weren't gonna just ditch him, you were going to set this stupid, rich place ablaze, you trashed the place, locking your husband in the main bedroom and got the gasoline and matches, them old school matches that smokey the bear warns about, the vintage matches in a small box

your bum husband is a heavy sleeper and once you got the money into your car you staged a fake break in and you lit the match and dropped it to the ground, setting that whole bitch on fire, you walked out, eerily calm, you in your little nightgown as you watched your rich looking home burn down, you stare up, eerie calm, finally you were free, He arrived at the scene and gawked how calm you were, he softly set down the flower he got for you and went to you holding you away

“what the fuck happened?”

He asked you, your expression calm as you looked at him, he simply stared at you, yes he was on duty still but there was a kind of sick thrill of nice electricity that he may have the idea you set the place on fire, you both hear your bum husband screaming in pain he was still in the fire, banging on the glass to get out, he sinisterly grinned, now that your pathetic husband out of the way, now you could be all his now, it was the dead of night

“Hello officer,…I’m sorry but it all just happened so quickly, I heard noises downstairs, I think some goons ransacked the place..”

You tried to lie, he knew a good liar from a mile away, with how innocent you’re looking, yep you wanted your husband gone for good, you were tired of the humiliation and snapped, he pressed a finger to your lips to conceal anymore lies, your heart pounded thinking he knew and would turn you in and arrest instantly, he simply stared at you, then took a peak of your car trunk, you stood there in your nightgown all shy, he patted your cheek

“Now,….you’re free”

He began, your heart taps from his words, was he really going to keep this secret?, just for you?, he went to your car pulling you along with him, you softly locked the car and you both drove away together leaving the house to burn to the ground, the crisp night air full of smoke and ash, you silently sat there as he drove away, a silent and long car ride, you didn’t want to jinks it

“Why,….Why are you helping me?”

You ask, softly messing with the hem of your nightgown, he softly side eyes you and your body in that damned nightgown, he continued to drive into a forest area

“That man, your husband, he had it coming, he was a complete idiot leaving his sexy, little housewife all alone, I completely trashed and hated him for the way he treated you”

He explains, your cheeks heat up from his words, no one not even your deadbeat husband said such words to you, you felt a small heartbeat down there in your pussy softly, your breath softly hitched as you feel his hand softly grope your thigh, no this wasn’t right, he was an older man…..the older the berry the sweeter the juice, you bit your lower lip as he parked the car to a secluded wood area

“Now,.. be mine and I’ll pay off the officers the keep hush about your little murder”

he says, making you turn your head to him, how loaded and rich was Jack?, he looked so sure of himself like he could actually make you get away with it and he was so handsome, you nodded

“Oh please?, I have no idea what I’m doing, I’m so scared and I was just so tired of feeling disrespected in that home and marriage”

You began like a rant, he listens to you, his cock jolted up from your voice and words, the way you spoke with such clarity and grace, you’re so sure of yourself that you did the good thing, he likes that very much, he quickly squished your cheeks with his one strong hand, making your cheeks puffed and absolutely adorable, he then seared your lips for a passionate kiss, you softly squeak and slowly shut your eyes, passionately kissing him back, his mouth tasted like whiskey and cigarettes, as your tongues swirled around your mind fogged up from his cologne and smoker smoke, it was intoxicating

He lowered the car seat, pulling you on top of him, you softly moan and grounded against his hardening cock, can’t believe you murdered and now getting laid, your hands on his chest to balance you and he groped your plush rump, guiding your grinds, he could easily tell that your dead husband never satisfied you, never made you feel like a fucking goddess, well he was going to change that, he lowered his work pants and reveal his 9 inch, cut, and rock hard, drooling cock, you gasp at the sight of his cock, he chuckles at your reaction

“You’ve never been fucked by a real man, a real man takes what he wants and by the look of it, your husband couldn’t satisfy you”

He dominantly growled, you bit your lower lip, he was right, you never had a orgasm by your now dead husband, he barely even touches you and now you have this older man wanted to do everything with you, you slip off your panties and positioned his cock at the entrance of your pussy and slowly slid down on his cock

You both groaned in surprise as you sank down on his leg, your velvet walls clenching, you whimper as you softly sat on his cock, letting your pretty pussy get use to his cock, mind you it was 9inches and cut so it did hurt, he held your plush waist, his teeth snarling with bliss, now that he had his dream girl on his cock, you softly ride him, clamping your pussy as hard, he threw his head back as he felt your pussy clamp around his cock

“Oh fuuuck, squeeze that pussy around my cock, such a fucking good girl”

He growled, his hands on your plush rump now, he grabs your booty a few spanks as you moan, riding him faster, his cock shaping your perfect insides, your mind full of lust and only his cock, your bum slapping against his hairy thighs

“You’re filling me up so good, I feel so good!~”

You moaned, biting your lower lip, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he hears your wanton moans, like fucking music to his ears, fucking yourself of his cock so sexily, you should’ve been his pretty, little housewife from the start, so he could satisfy you like this every night, he spanked your rump harder, the car moves from your riding, eager to bring him and you to your orgasms

“Yes, ride that fucking cock, you love this old man’s cock don’t you?, my good girl”

He seductively snarled, groping your breasts as they jiggled enticingly as you ride him without shame, God, he made you feel so sexy and good, he had no shame, None at all, the bubble formed in your gut, your whines and moans got louder and louder, he thrusted up making you scream in bliss

“Oh fuuuck, Jack I-I’m gonna-“

You moan, trying to let him pull out of your addictive pussy, but no he slammed you down his cock fully into your fluttering walls and cums inside your pussy, his hot cum invading your womb, you both eagerly cling to each other as your orgasms prolong the bliss, your babbles and ecstasy cries in his arms

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, you came inside me,..,”

You babble, he kissed your lips shut you up, you kissed him back no hesitation, his dick was so good it had you crying, Damn you now a GILF lover up in this piece and you could not be happier,

Months went by and you now became Jack’s pretty, little housewife, of course he paid off police and investigators to get them off your tail about your husband’s murder and burnt down house, now you were living with Jack happily, he spanked your rump as you washed the dishes, you turned you head and your two shared a passionate and sweet kiss.

[chalmogsico-college]

The witch Mint, the wizard Tortoise, and Luara who hadn't found her style quite yet, carefully made their way through the dark pine forest just outside of the school grounds. The perpetual frost that clung to the cold soil crinkled under foot as a sharp wind rattled the branches above them. The three mages were warm in their enchanted robes even as their breath fogged the air infront of them.

"I'm sure he's fine," Mint said, his arms crossed tight across his chest and his voice shaking just so slightly, "Hell, he was probably just running late. I bet he's already at the class room and we're going to be in trouble for not being there."

"No way," Luara replied, as she pushed onward towards the small cabin they knew was somewhere around here, "Professor Van Shamanov is never late, and you know how weird hes been acting over the last few weeks,"

"He's been acting weird because you keep trying to talk him into summoning a new familiar," Tortoise rolled their eyes, "Let the old bastard grieve,"

"Grieving is one thing, but his familiar has been dead for like a hundred years? He needs to move on, and like, its obvious he's capital L Lonely," Luara turns on her heel to follow a different path through the woods, hopeful that This would be the right one. She doesn't worry about getting lost, worst case scenario Mint's insane sense of direction would save them.

"Yeah, I'm going to side with Luara on this one, Tort," Mint nodded as Tortoise gasped in mock offense, "You heard what Headmistress said, the man's getting to the edge of what The Viper will allow. He shouldn't be all alone in the end, and you know he won't just make a friend or something. Too much of a loner,"

"Nope! He won't make new friends because his trio is broken," Luara said,

"And how would you know that?" Tortoise quirked a brow, "Been snooping on our favorite GILF?"

Luara stopped and turned to glare at them, and to their credit, Tortoise managed to not flinch or look away for an entire ten seconds, "He isn't a GILF because that would imply one of us wants to fuck him," Tortoise intoned like a scolded child as they dropped their gaze.

"Good neither." Luara turned to set back on their way as Mint snickered.

Eventually they did find their way to the rotting cabin, a full two hours after class was supposed to have started. Luara took the old brass knocker in hand and thunked it down hard against its strike plate three times.

A moment passed with no response.

Luara raised her hand to knock again as the door swung open on screeching hinges.

Professor Van Shamanov's impressive bulk filled the doorway as he stooped down to glare at his visitors from below the head jamb.

His eyes softened as he saw his startled students, bending to step out of his home and closing the door behind himself as he spoke, "Hello," his voice was rough with too many years spent in fire warmed rooms, "I suppose I'm a bit late for class aren't I?" He untied his robe from around his waist to put it on properly as he started back towards the college.

"Yes sir," Luara never thought of herself as short until she was having to jog to keep pace with their frankly giant teacher's strides, "We were worried about you, its not like you to be late,"

"Yes, I know I've been out of it lately," He nods before changing the topic, "Did you three complete your assignment? Gathered all of your components for today?" he holds out a hand and whistls to call his staff to him, the gnarled thing shot out of the woods like a torpedo but he caught it with practiced ease before it could splinter itself against the trunks of one of the trees, "And are you positive the components you chose are the ones you want to use? The difference could very well change the course of you lives."

Mint fussed with the bundle in his pocket before nodding. Tortoise pulled theirs from under their hat and smiled as they held it up proudly. Luara pulled two from her coat, one wrapped in the yellow she preferred for her spell work, one in the soft lavender Van Shamanov did.

"Yeah, and I brought one for you two," Luara chirped as non chalantly as she could.

To all three students surprise the professor actually held out a hand for it, "I'm curious what you think I'd put in that circle," he huffed good naturedly.

Luara handed it over and giddily tossed a smirk over her shoulder at the others as Van Shamanov undid the bindings to open it up.

A moment later she crashed into him as he stopped dead in his tracks to turn towards her. Luara staggered a step back, "Everything okay professor?" She asked nervously.

"Who told you? I assume Katy, but Headmistress might have known as well," his gaze was focused on the items in his palm, a dried orchid bloom, a nickel ring, and a wishbone.

"Dean Deane ," Luara said with an averted gaze, it wasn't like the professor to show such open anger, "She thinks you need to summon a new familiar, and that if you had the same components you did for your first it might be easier for you,"

"Please do not snoop like this again." Van Shamanov said firmly before turning back on his path, "We will be quiet until we get to class," he commands.

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The other two trios that made up their summoning 833 class perked up as Van Shamanov entered.

"My apologies for being late. Is everyone ready to begin?" He pulled a tarp from his desk drawer and tossed it into the air. It straightened itself out and settled ready for use in the clear spot in the center of the room.

He waits for the murmurs of agreement to die down before starting on his spiel, "I trust that every last one of you has put the necessary time and thought into what will be happening today. A familiar is a life partner, they will be at your side through thick and thin and will be entirely reliant on you for the magical energy that sustains their like. They will aid you in every way they can and do whatever it takes to help you as long as you return that favor. They are powerful and temperamental creatures of contract, harming or betraying them will be the last thing you do. If any one of you has any hesitations about this, any second thoughts, anything other than Full confidence in what you are about to do, what components you have chosen, or what you will say to them once they are listening, leave. You are not ready yet, and I say that without judgment, I'd rather see you leave today than with a disloyal familiar tomorrow."

He stood infront of his class, head held high as he finished his final warning and reminder and waited to see if any of his students would flinch. When he was met with only eager eyes and nervous smiles he grinned from beneath his beard, "Very good," he turned to who he has decided will go first, "Tortoise, you're up," he finishes firmly as he steps back towards his desk

"Wait, Why?" Tortoise hesitated to get out of their seat.

"Because I'm upset with Luara and I know she wants to go first. By asking you to go first I am acknowledging that as directly as I am ethically allowed to." He takes his seat at his desk as Luara pouts.

"Why not Mint?" Tortoise looked to his friend who blanched at the suggestion, "Never mind, I forgot he was a coward," they sighed and pulled their bundle of components and their wand from beneath their hat as they stood to go to the edge of the circle.

The bundle was dropped in the center of the interlaced runes. The room was near silent beside the soft crackle of the torches. With everyone's attention on them Tortoise knelt in one of the smaller warded circles that surrounded the larger summoning circle.

Their instincts told them to just start pouring magic into it, a show of power to attract an equally powerful familiar, but Professor Van Shamanov had warned them against doing that. Power and Impulsiveness were not a good mix. Besides, they were a wizard, without structure their magic would fizzle and drain too quickly for them to really get anything going.

So, they took a deep breath and reached out to the warding line, pouring magic into it to set it glowing and active. Familiars didn't tend to turn violent with their summoners even if they declined the offer, but it never hurt to be cautious. Then they found the connecting line, the one that wrapped around and around and around the circle, that conected it to the other they'd be reaching into to try and coax a familiar across the boundary from one universe to another. Finally, they found the call line and pushed a surge of power through it, along with the promise of their favorite dice set, a bell they found in the sand outside their childhood home, and a bracelet their little brother had made for them before he passed away.

Speaking the meaning of the offerings was not a necessity, but Tortoise always struggled with the ephemeral and passing concepts along a line like this was definitely more a witch's skill than a wizard's.

"I offer you a dice set with the blessing of The Raven, she's my patron and she could be yours as well. A bell I found when I was young, I carried it with me on a chain around my neck for many years, it doesn't ring anymore but it holds more memories than I could speak, and a gift from my little brother, he didn't know about magic, but he told me that it would protect me. And well… I haven't died yet? So, I assume it works," they take a breath to find their center, "I am called Tortoise and I ask for…" They paused, this was the part that even with the years they had had to think about it, he could never decide on, "I ask for a friend. Someone who's sturdy and who I can rely on."

A hushed moment passed as the candles flickered and the smell of ozone filled the room. At first a fine mist formed within the summoning circle, it glittered like a frozen fog as it passed from its world and into ours, though soon it was thickening around the offered items and taking a solid form.

Tortoise couldn't help but choke out a laugh as a galapagos tortoise took shape before him. Its dull grey shell alone was bigger around than the circle Tortoise knelt in,

"What am I called?" the tortoise asked with a smooth water thin voice,

"Wizard," Tortoise responded with the name that formed heavy in their mind as soon as the tortoise had taken shap. They grinned and stood and let the magic fade from the circle, to set Wizard free of the bindings on it that trapped her within it.

"I look forward to being your friend, Tortoise," Wizard said as she made her way out of the circle with the slow elegant confidence only a fey shaped like a tortoise could muster.

The rest of the class clapped and jeered, Mint shook their shoulder as they took their seat, and Luara clapped and half jumped out of her seat to take her turn before Professor Van Shamanov could call on someone elsee.

Tortoise couldn't stop smiling after Wizard got comfortable next to them, nor could they focus on their friend's turn. They had a familiar and they looked forward to being her friend.