Chapter 16
Harry Potter stretched out on his unmade bed and took in the show. The light from the crackling fire danced over the bodies of Hermione and Daphne as they pranced around his suite in what barely counted as panties. That was all they wore. They wore no bras, no shirts, just the laciest, smallest scraps of fabric Hermione or Daphne could have possibly owned. Neither did a single thing to hide her chest, so every time they bent over, their tits flopped and jiggled, and Harry got a full view.
Hermione's breasts were full and perky. They were bigger than they looked under her blouses and were topped with nipples that were the lightest shade of pink. Each one was still dotted with faint love bites from their morning romp. Daphne's were just as perky but a bit paler, and she'd left a lipstick print from Hermione on her right one that she'd apparently forgotten about. They didn't seem to notice, or maybe they did notice and just didn't care. He could've watched them forever. If Hogwarts didn't make a habit of shipping its students out at Christmas, he'd have volunteered to stay behind just for mornings like this.
"Hey, Harry. Are you ever going to get up, or do you prefer to lie about all day and ogle?" Hermione gave him a look, but she wore the tiniest, most self-satisfied smirk.
"I'm considering my options," Harry said, tucking his hands behind his head. "I'm pretty sure I know which I prefer."
Daphne threw her hair up in a messy bun, exposing the elegant line of her neck. "This from the man who spent an hour last night whining about how there's never enough time to do the things you want to do. Now you won't even leave bed?"
"Not when there's scenery like this," Harry grinned wickedly, staring at Daphne's hard, pink nipples. He truly meant it.
The sight of them both bouncing around the room was enough to make his cock throb with need, and the girls knew it. They made a show of bending over, exposing their pillowy cheeks, and letting the flickering light paint their luscious curves. Daphne's hips were borderline criminal. She had a narrow waist that flared out to a ridiculously round bum. The green lace of her panties was wedged between her cheeks, leaving nothing to the imagination. Hermione's body was equally sexy in how her panties cupped the taut, damp lips between her legs. Both had marks from last night's fun, and that alone made Harry want to do it all over again.
"Honestly," Hermione huffed, and she picked up her wand and flicked it at the pile of her books. The spines lined themselves up, but she had to bend over the bed to get the bottom one, and her ass pointed right at him. He wolf-whistled at the sexy sight. She turned, shot him a glare, and then deliberately arched her back just a little more before straightening up.
"You'll give him a heart attack if you keep that up," Daphne said, sidling over to Harry's side of the bed. She sat down beside him, close enough that her breast brushed his arm. He reached out and traced a finger along the underside of Daphne's thigh, just below the hem of her panties. Her skin was smooth and warm, and she shivered at his touch.
"You've got a one-track mind," Daphne said.
"Says the girl who's topless in my bed," Harry said with a knowing smirk. Daphne snorted and crawled into his lap. She planted a small, soft kiss on his nose.
Harry caught her hips in his hands, enjoying the way she settled onto his thighs. His cock pressed up between her cheeks, straining beneath his boxers. She wiggled, and he groaned, the sound low in his throat.
"Do you want another go?" Daphne asked, eyes alight.
Hermione rolled her eyes, but she was grinning, too. "We'll never leave this room at this rate."
Harry's hands squeezed Daphne's hips. "That's not my problem."
He reached up and cupped her breast, enjoying the weight of it in his palm. Daphne let out a soft little purr, then twisted in his lap to give Hermione a meaningful look.
Hermione shook her head. "Don't even. I've got packing to do."
"You say that like you don't want to," Daphne teased.
"I'll want to after I finish getting packed. I've got so much stuff that needs to be put away." Hermione made a big show of her exasperation, but her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples were hard as pebbles.
Daphne leaned down, pressed her lips to Harry's, and kissed him gently. Harry returned it, slipping his tongue past her lips, and she sighed into his mouth. Hermione, not to be outdone, walked over and perched herself on Harry's other side. She put her hand on his thigh, just above the waistband of his boxers, and squeezed.
Daphne pulled away. "We're going to miss you," she said, suddenly quiet. Hermione leaned in and kissed him slower, with more longing. When she finally pulled back, she pressed her forehead to his.
"Yeah," she said. "We really are."
The moment hung, soft and sweet. Harry let himself enjoy it. He was going to miss them, too … more than he'd like to admit. He cleared his throat. "It's only for a couple of weeks," he said.
Hermione made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. "It's two weeks without you pawing at us constantly. How will we survive?"
Daphne rolled her eyes, but she bit her lip in a way that was almost shy. "You can always come and visit," she said. "My grandmother won't care. Well, she might … but you can talk your way around her."
Harry smiled and tickled the sensitive skin behind her knee. "If you're promising me a repeat of this every night, I might just apparate straight to your room."
Daphne snorted. "I knew you had a filthy mind."
Hermione looked at him, her expression softening. "You'll really stay at the Leaky Cauldron?"
He shrugged. "I haven't got anywhere else to stay. I'll ask the Goblins about getting a house, but in the meantime, the Leaky Cauldron will do. Besides, Tom will let me have the good room."
"Maybe we should visit you," Hermione said, and she sounded like she was only half joking.
"You'd have to sneak out, wouldn't you?" Harry asked. "Both of you?"
Hermione shrugged. "Not really. I'm an adult, remember?"
Daphne's hand slid into his boxers and gave his cock a playful squeeze. "Or you can just wait, and we'll take care of you next term."
Harry's breath caught in his throat. Daphne smiled sexily and pulled her hand away, standing up and giving her bum a little wiggle as she did. Hermione stood too, stretching her arms over her head, causing her breasts to jiggle.
"You two are impossible," Harry said, but he was smiling. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched as they both wandered around the room, picking up random bits of clothing, makeup, and books.
They started to dress, each piece of clothing going on with deliberate slowness, like they wanted to give him one last show before their time apart. Hermione pulled a blouse over her head, then lifted it to show him her bare breasts one last time before buttoning up. Daphne shimmied into her skirt, her sexy hips bouncing from side to side, then turned around and flashed him a look as she zipped it. She was still topless, and she took her time finding her shirt. It was one hell of a sight.
When they were finally presentable, they both walked over to the door. Hermione paused, then turned and walked back to the bed. She bent down, hugged him tight, and whispered, "We'll write. Both of us."
Harry chuckled and hugged her back, burying his face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her warm, lavender scent. "This isn't goodbye just yet, Hermione. We've still got the train ride … remember?" Harry said as he brushed his lips against her hot skin.
"Oh, yeah … I forgot," Hermione said sheepishly, blushing madly.
He kissed her neck softly and then let go. Daphne was next. She straddled his lap for one last, lingering kiss. This time, she really kissed him, her tongue diving deep, and Harry's hands found their way to her ass, squeezing hard. Daphne moaned into his mouth, and her hips rocked against him. She pulled back, face red and lips parted. "I mean it," she said. "Come visit me."
Harry, still holding her hips, said, "I may just do that."
Daphne pecked his lips, gave his cock a fond little squeeze through his boxers, and slid off his lap. She picked up her bag and slung it over one shoulder, grinning at Hermione. She then turned back to Harry. "Now, hurry up and get ready so you can escort us to the station."
"Yes, Ma'am!" Harry replied, saluting.
They both waved as they stepped out the door, giving Harry one last view of their curves before the room was quiet again. For a second, he just lay there, staring at the ceiling, his body thrumming with sexual energy. Then he reached down, adjusted himself, and tried to think of anything other than the taste of them on his lips.
Hogwarts Adventure
The Hogwarts Express hummed down the tracks, lulling most of the students into a trance of sweets, magazines, and post-term exhaustion. Harry, for his part, was in the best seat in the train, wedged between Hermione and Daphne, his arms draped lazily over both their shoulders. By then, the girls were so comfortable with him that they'd stopped pretending any of this was just friendly.
Hermione, as always, went without a bra, so her tits moved with every little jostle of the train. On his right, Daphne had on an open-collared blouse with five buttons unfastened. Her bare thigh was pressed firmly against his, and she had a tendency to lean in for a kiss whenever she thought he might be bored. Harry was anything but bored.
He'd let his hand drift down Hermione's bare thigh, fingers drawing lazy circles along the soft flesh, while his other arm snaked up under Daphne's blouse, palming her tit and pinching the nipple just the way she liked. He loved the contrast between their bodies. Hermione's body was warmer, and she had a little more meat on her bones. Daphne's body was taut and a little firmer to the touch. Harry had just begun further exploration when the compartment door slid open.
Parvati Patil leaned in with a cheeky smile. "Can I borrow Harry for a minute?" Her voice was as smooth and sweet as melted chocolate. She wore a white tank top that was practically see-through and a skirt so short it made Daphne's seem matronly by comparison. Her hair was up, earrings swinging, and her nipples were two perfect dots under the fabric.
Hermione rolled her eyes as Harry's fingers toyed with the edge of her panties. "Take him, he's impossible."
Daphne's mouth twisted into a smirk when he pinched and rolled the hard tip of her nipple. "Bring him back in one piece."
Parvati winked at them. "No promises." She crooked a finger, and Harry found himself standing. He followed her out into the corridor, leaving the girls to exchange knowing glances behind him.
Out in the hall, the sound of the train was louder. Parvati walked ahead of him, hips swinging, and her skirt barely covered the bottom curve of her ass. Harry watched the fabric ride up, exposing smooth, light brown skin. He wondered if she wore anything under it. He certainly hoped not.
Parvati stopped just out of sight of the compartment, spun, and pinned him with a look. "You're incorrigible," she said. "Feeling those poor girls up with no remorse. Have you no shame?" she asked teasingly.
"Jealous?" Harry asked, stepping closer.
She bit her lip, which only drew more attention to her mouth. "Maybe." Her voice was soft. "But that's not why I wanted you."
"Then why?"
Instead of answering, she turned and marched down the length of the carriage, motioning for him to follow. He did, watching the flex of her legs, the line of her calves, and the little dimples above her knees. The train rocked, and she used the movement to press her ass against his crotch, grinding for half a second before moving away.
Harry caught up, slid a hand down the curve of her waist, and rested it just at the edge of her skirt. "You're trying to drive me wild … aren't you?" he whispered.
She leaned back into his chest. "So what if I am?" She let her head fall back onto his shoulder, eyes closed and lips parted.
He couldn't resist. He dipped his hand down, beneath the hem, and cupped her ass, squeezing. Parvati gasped and shuddered, but didn't protest. Instead, she arched her back, pushing herself into his hand. She led him to a compartment near the back. Harry's heart thudded with anticipation. Parvati turned, pressed her back to the glass, and pulled him in for a kiss.
Her mouth was hot and hungry, her tongue probing, and her lips insistent. Harry felt her hands everywhere. They were on his chest, in his hair, and tugging at the waistband of his trousers. He responded in kind, running both hands up under her skirt, and kneading her ass while one finger slipped beneath the elastic of her panties. She broke the kiss, panting, her cheeks flushed. "Not out here. Inside."
They stumbled through the sliding door together, and Parvati all but collapsed onto the seat, her legs spread and her skirt riding up. Harry paused to take her in. Her hair was messed, her tank top was hiked up to her ribs, and her tits rose and fell with each shaky breath. Her panties were white and nearly transparent from the wetness. He dropped to his knees and pressed his face between her thighs, kissing the sensitive skin and feeling her tremble beneath him. Parvati tangled her fingers in his hair, pulled him closer, and whispered, "Tease."
Harry laughed and pressed a single finger against her covered slit. She was soaked, the lace sticking to her skin. He inhaled deeply, breathing in her womanly scent. He then moved the fabric aside and slid his tongue over her clit. Parvati bit down on her own hand to keep from moaning too loudly. He worked her with lips and tongue, building her up but never letting her tip over the edge. After a minute, he pulled back and grinned up at her. "You wanted to talk?"
Parvati glared, then sat up, pulled her panties down, and tossed them aside. She pulled him onto the seat and straddled his lap, grinding against his covered cock, and whispered into his ear, "You're such an ass."
"Tell me something I don't already know," Harry chuckled, his hands roaming up her sides. She kissed him again with desperation, and Harry let himself be devoured. For a moment, nothing else mattered except the two of them. Then the door slid open behind them.
"Oi!" Padma stood in the doorway with an expression that was equal parts exasperated and amused. Next to her was Cho Chang, who was blushing furiously. "Get a room," Padma said, but she was grinning.
Parvati, unbothered by the sudden intrusion, adjusted her top and grinned back. "I already did." She slid off Harry's lap and patted the seat beside her. "Come in."
Harry managed a sheepish smile. Cho avoided his eyes while blushing madly, but Padma eyed him like he was a tasty piece of meat. Cho sat down on his right side, and Padma sat next to her.
"What's the occasion, ladies?" Harry asked, giving Parvati's leg a playful pat.
Padma snorted, crossing her legs so the skirt hiked up even more. "You're the occasion, Harry."
Cho managed to meet his eyes for a split second, then blurted, "It was Parvati's idea."
"Of course it was," Harry said, grinning. He slid his hand to the very top of Parvati's thigh and squeezed it.
Parvati leaned in conspiratorially, tugging her tank top even lower. "You know what's funny?" she asked, letting one strap slip off her shoulder. "Cho here says she's better at sucking cock than me. She says she could make a bloke cum faster than I could. Imagine the nerve."
Cho gasped, "I didn't say … !"
"You did, and now you've got to prove it," Padma said, voice syrupy-sweet. She put an arm around Cho's shoulders, pulling her closer and giving Harry a full view of the mostly unbuttoned blouse barely clinging to her body. Cho's tits sat high on her chest, pressing proudly against her tight blouse. Her nipples were so hard they pressed tiny peaks into the soft fabric. She didn't even try to cover herself.
Harry let his gaze drift to Padma, who was staring back with a faint flush on her cheeks. When he locked eyes with her, she uncrossed her legs slowly, letting her skirt ride up until she flashed him a glimpse of smooth, completely bare pussy. He blinked in surprise, then shot her a smirk. She grinned back.
"So," Parvati continued, laying her hand atop Harry's, guiding it higher on her thigh, "Since you're the only bloke we know who's not worthless, we thought you should be the judge." She batted her eyes at him. "Unless you're too tired? Maybe Hermione and Daphne wore you out?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "If you wanted a real challenge, you could've invited both of them to join us."
Padma giggled, and Cho blushed even deeper, which seemed physically impossible. Parvati leaned closer, her lips grazing the shell of his ear. "Don't tempt us."
Harry took his cue, standing and letting Parvati slide down to her knees in front of him. She looked up, eyes glinting, and made a show of tugging at his belt. Cho watched, frozen, until Padma nudged her off the seat.
"Go on," Padma whispered.
Cho hesitated, then knelt next to Parvati, her hair falling in a glossy curtain as she looked up at Harry. Harry undid his belt, popped the button, and let his trousers fall to his ankles. His boxers tented outrageously, and Parvati licked her lips as she hooked a finger in the waistband.
"Merlin, Harry," she purred, "Were you always this big, or did the Ministry experiment on you or something?"
He smirked. "I eat my vegetables."
Cho bit her lip, then reached out and helped Parvati ease the boxers down. His cock sprang free, and for a second, Cho just stared, her jaw slack. Parvati recovered first. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, pumping once, twice, then angled the head toward her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, not even trying to hide her satisfaction when Harry's breath stuttered. Parvati moaned around Harry's cock, the vibration making him hiss in pleasure. "Your turn," Parvati said, pulling off with a pop and smirking at Cho.
Cho swallowed hard, looked up at Harry, and then leaned in and pressed her lips to the tip. She started slow and tentative, then flicked her tongue across the bottom of his head, tasting him. The embarrassment faded as she got into it, and she went deeper, taking more into her mouth until her nose was almost pressed into Parvati's cheek. Parvati put a hand on the back of Cho's head, guiding her, and Cho didn't resist. If anything, she pushed forward, desperate to prove herself.
Padma cheered them both on. Harry let his head fall back, bracing his hands on the windowsill, feeling the heat build between his legs. Cho pulled off, coughing, her eyes watering from a lack of oxygen. "Sorry," she gasped.
Parvati laughed, then went right back in. Her lips glided down Harry's length, tongue teasing along the vein. Cho joined her, and suddenly it was a real competition. Two sets of lips and two hot tongues worked in tandem, trying to outdo each other. Padma slid closer, her hand reaching up to cradle Harry's balls, rolling them gently as her own breathing quickened. She watched Parvati and Cho with open admiration, then looked up at Harry. He rested a hand on each girl's head, guiding them, and let the pleasure wash over him.
For a moment, he wondered if anyone outside the compartment could hear. The thought made it even hotter. Cho, emboldened now, sucked him deep, her lips forming a tight seal around the head, while Parvati licked up and down the shaft, her hand never slowing. They swapped, Parvati deep-throating him until she gagged, then Cho following suit, each trying to make him moan louder than before. The girls built up a rhythm, swapping every few seconds while their mouths worked in perfect sync. Harry fought to hold out, but it was a losing battle. Finally, Cho pulled off, panting, "Did I win?"
Parvati grinned, wiped her mouth, and said, "He's not finished yet. He always takes ages." Harry removed his clothes and sat down on the bench.
He looked down at the two beautiful girls kneeling between his legs, their mouths glistening and their eyes hungry, and said, "I could get used to this."
Parvati squeezed the base of his cock and grinned up at him. "Get ready, Harry. You're about to see what we can really do." Parvati wasted no time. She gripped Harry's cock like it was her birthright, holding it steady at the base while Cho Chang squared her shoulders for round two. Parvati taunted her with a sly, "Let's see if you can take at least half of it this time," and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the head before letting Cho at it.
Cho inhaled shakily and slid her lips over the tip, going slower now, learning the shape and taste. She worked her tongue under the ridge and up the slit, drawing a sharp intake from Harry and a gleam of triumph from Parvati. However, Parvati wasn't going to be outdone. She let go only to squeeze his balls, then dipped down and tongued them. Her hand stroked his shaft while Cho bobbed her head as she tried to take more with every effort. She gagged once, coughed, and Parvati snickered, "I told you, he's a monster."
"Shut up," Cho gasped, then forced herself back down, determined.
On the bench, Padma curled up under Harry's arm, watching with a rapt, dreamy look while her hand wandered beneath her own skirt. Harry slid his hand over to join hers, pushing the fabric up and exposing her bald, slick lips. He parted them with two fingers and stroked lightly, feeling how wet she already was.
Padma trembled. "You're going to make me … oh!" Her breath hitched as he slipped a finger inside, curling upward.
Cho, her mouth stuffed full, made a strangled sound as she tried to push even deeper. Parvati, not to be outdone, replaced her lips with her hand and began to pump him in time with Cho's bobbing head. The two girls' heads moved in a perfect, furious rhythm.
Harry gripped Padma's thigh, spreading her further, and rapidly fingered her. His thumb circled her clit until her legs trembled. Her wet, silky walls clenched around his fingers, dripping slick drops of arousal onto his hand and the seat. Down below, Cho was close to her limit. She pulled off with a gasp, wiped her chin, and panted, "You're enormous."
Parvati cackled and seized the chance to take Harry in, going all the way down until her nose mashed against his stomach. She held him there, moaning, then pulled back with a showy, "That's how it's done."
Cho refused to be outdone. She dove in again, this time slobbering along the length, working both hands up and down in twisting motions that made Harry moan in pleasure. He had to brace himself on the seat just to keep from thrusting into her mouth.
Beside him, Padma's pussy clenched around his fingers, a warm, greedy grip that squeezed tighter every time he massaged her swollen, little button. She whined into his shoulder, biting him to muffle her squeals as she came, the muscles in her legs spasming. She slumped against him, but he didn't stop stroking her. Padma squealed and squeezed his hand between her legs.
"Looks like you already finished off one of us," Parvati teased.
Cho's only answer was to open her mouth, eyes locked with Harry's, and take him in again, deeper than before. He could feel her throat fluttering around the head, tight and hot. Parvati knelt next to her, licking the base and his balls, then leaned over to whisper, "Ready to lose?"
Padma, still shaking, reached down and started to stroke Harry herself, her fingers slick with her own juices. He groaned out a ragged, desperate sound. The three of them were working him in a way that had the cum in his balls churning. He tried to focus on the contest, but every second brought him closer to the edge.
Cho's technique was relentless. Her lips formed a perfect seal while her tongue lapped at the underside. Her hands twisted in opposite directions, all while she bobbed up and down faster and faster. Parvati went for slow, deep, luxurious sucks, drawing out every sensation while swirling her tongue and keeping eye contact and smirking at him the whole time. Harry's balls drew up tight, the pressure coiling in his lower belly. Padma whispered, "Go on. Cum for them. Fill their pretty mouths, Harry."
That nearly did it. Parvati sensed it, too. She clamped her lips just under the head, sucked hard, and stroked with both hands in a dizzying spiral. Cho was right there, mouth open, tongue out, eager to taste the first drops. Harry's vision went white at the edges. He grunted, "Here it comes, Parvati … Cho …" he declared and shot the first spurt right onto Parvati's tongue, the next onto Cho's lips, then the rest deep into Parvati's throat as she milked him dry. Cho slurped up the remainder, licking it off her lips with a delirious little giggle.
Padma clapped, her own pussy still dripping onto the bench. "I declare it a tie," she said. "You both win."
Parvati wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned to Cho, who looked shocked and faintly giddy. "You're better than I thought, Chang."
Cho grinned shyly. "You're not so bad yourself."
Harry slumped back, spent but smiling goofily. "Next time, maybe warn me before you drag me into a den of depravity?"
Parvati laughed. "Where's the fun in that?"
Padma nuzzled into his side, and for a moment all was quiet save for the hum of the train and the sound of four hearts beating wildly. However, the challenge wasn't finished … not by a long shot.
They'd barely caught their breath before Parvati peeled off her tank top, tossing it onto the pile of discarded clothing. Her tits were round and perfect, and her nipples were dark and already hard again. She didn't bother putting her skirt back down. Instead, she shimmied out of it and straddled Harry's lap, completely naked.
Cho watched, her eyes wide and sparkling. She, too, seemed emboldened by the contest. She unbuttoned her blouse all the way, shrugged it off her shoulders, and let it slide to the floor. Her body was flawlessly smooth. Her slim waist flared to elegant hips, and the dark triangle above her slit was shaved neatly. She kept her skirt on, but it bunched at her hips, showing everything beneath. Harry stared between her parted legs. Her wet slit looked incredibly tight.
Padma, still pressed to Harry's side, caught Cho's gaze and smiled. "He's good, right?"
Cho blushed, then nodded. Harry reached out and ran his palm up Cho's thigh. She shuddered but didn't pull away. When he touched her dripping wet pussy, she gasped and spread her legs wider, inviting him in.
Padma whispered, "Let him warm you up."
Parvati ground her wet lips against his cock, getting him hard again with slow, rolling grinds. "Don't take too long, Harry," she purred. "We're all dying for it."
Harry slipped two fingers into Cho, feeling her shudder and arch her back. She was snug and hot, clamping down hard, but she rocked into his touch, letting out little needy cries. Padma moved behind her, kissing her neck and running gentle hands up her sides, soothing and encouraging.
Parvati got off him and pulled Cho over to take her place. Cho straddled his lap, and Parvati guided Harry's cock to Cho's entrance and pressed the tip against her pussy. "Don't worry," she whispered to Cho. "He'll be gentle."
Cho nodded, cheeks flushed with excitement. Harry eased into her, just the head at first, waiting for her to adjust. She tensed, then relaxed, and he slid deeper, feeling her walls flutter and hug every inch. Cho whimpered, but she didn't ask him to stop. Instead, she took his hand, holding it tight, and bit her lip cutely. Parvati kissed Cho's cheek, then nibbled her earlobe. "You're doing amazing, love."
Padma stroked Cho's hair, murmured, "It's about to start feeling really good. Let it happen."
Harry pumped slowly, letting Cho guide the pace. She squeezed his hand, then moved her hips, grinding herself further down on his shaft. He could feel her clit throbbing as she rubbed it against him, and her pussy was growing wetter with every thrust. She came surprisingly fast. She shuddered and then let out a desperate, animalistic moan that tore from her throat and bounced around the tiny compartment. She squirted hard, the clear liquid splattering onto the seat and Harry's lap, and she collapsed forward, gasping for breath.
Parvati cheered, "Well done!" and helped Cho back onto the seat, stroking her back and kissing her neck.
Padma let out a low and sultry laugh. "My turn," she said, and climbed onto Harry's lap, impaling herself on his cock with a single, practiced motion. Harry held her hips, thrusting up into her. Padma rode him hard, her tits bouncing with every stroke. She looked down at him, her hair in her face, her eyes shining, and mouthed, "Fuck me."
He did, driving up into her, feeling the heat and pressure build all over again. Parvati and Cho took turns kissing while Harry's hands explored every inch of Padma's sexy body. They were on her ass, her thighs, her nipples, and her clit. Padma lost control almost instantly, cumming with a cry and milking Harry for all he was worth.
Parvati, not to be upstaged, straddled Harry next. She slammed herself down, taking him all the way, and rode him with wild abandon. Her pussy was tight, slick, and silky as her walls hugged his shaft and fluttered around him. She fucked him hard, slapping her ass against his thighs and digging her nails into his shoulders. The pleasure was brutal, overwhelming, and Harry knew he wouldn't last. Parvati squeezed his face between her hands, staring into his eyes as she bucked on his cock, and whispered, "Cum for me, Harry."
He groaned and came, filling her with hot, pulsing spurts of cum. She kept grinding, milking every drop from his bloated sack. It didn't take long for her to orgasm as well. She collapsed onto his chest, both of them drenched in sweat and stickiness. Cho snuggled up to his right, Padma to his left, and Parvati sprawled across his lap. All three girls were beaming and glowing with triumph.
Harry, dazed and grinning, looked at the mess they'd made. There were splatters of pussy juice on the seat, and a pile of discarded panties on the compartment floor. He stroked Padma's arm, kissed Cho's forehead, and squeezed Parvati's waist. Parvati mewled cutely and squirmed in his lap while he was still buried deep inside her. They all lay together, chests rising and falling, and tangled in a heap of bodies and limbs. For a long moment, no one said a thing.
Then Parvati broke the silence. "So who won?"
Padma grinned cheekily. "I think Harry won." Harry couldn't argue with that. The three girls giggled, and Parvati began bouncing on his cock again.
The Hogwarts Express rumbled on, carrying them toward London. Harry promised himself that he would have the best Christmas ever, and it certainly started on the right foot.
Chapter 17
The house was exactly as he expected it. It was cozy, well-lived in, and just the teensiest bit messy. Harry had only made it two steps inside Andromeda's front door before she had stripped him, walked him by the cock to her couch, and then sat on him like she'd been planning it since they last met over the summer.
He hadn't expected her to be so forward, or so shameless. Her skin was a perfect, creamy pale color, and it seemed to shimmer against the sun coming through the windows. Her glossy, black hair cascaded over her delicate shoulders and draped down her back. The woman was well into her forties, but her tits were full and somehow defied gravity. They spilled out over each of his hands in every direction. Her ass was wide and tight, and had the same indecent roundness as Narcissa's.
Andromeda wasn't here to mess around. She bounced on his cock while her knees dug into the floral-patterned couch. Her hands were on Harry's chest while working his cock inside her with obscene precision. Her pussy gripped him in pulsating waves, every muscle milking and squeezing, and her wet heat dragged against the entire length of his shaft. Needy sounds escaped her open mouth, and each grind of her hips was rewarded by a breathy moan or a giggle. Harry squeezed her ass and tickled her asshole with the pad of his finger. Andromeda's beautiful eyes fluttered.
"Yes, like that," Andromeda gasped, her voice needy and hoarse. The fireplace crackled loudly, and sweat glistened on her chest and rolled down the valley between her breasts. Harry watched as each bounce sent her tits flying, and every downstroke of them caused her hard, crinkled nipples to rub against his chest. "Holy hell! You're massive. I can feel you in my stomach," Andy squealed.
He smiled happily, and he ran his hands up the sides of her body, his fingertips exploring every inch of her. She arched her back and forced her pussy down until she bottomed out, and the slap of her ass against his thighs echoed up through the empty house. He grabbed her ass, one cheek in each hand, and squeezed.
"You're so damn tight," he groaned in response. His words seemed to cause her muscles to squeeze him harder. He rocked his hips upwards and watched her eyes flutter, and her mouth go slack.
Andromeda's head lolled back. "Don't talk," she panted. "Just keep going."
She set the pace, rolling her hips so every inch of his cock grazed her insides. Harry met her rhythm, thrusting up into her, and enjoying the show she was putting on. He loved everything about it … the wet glisten on her inner thighs, the way her hair clung to her sweaty face, and the bounce and sway of her tits as she relentlessly rode him. He pressed his thumb to her clit and rubbed, causing her to buck and gasp.
Andromeda bit her lip sexily, and her whole body quivered. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squealed as her pussy fluttered around his invading shaft. She leaned in, her sweat-slicked tits smearing his chest, and licked at his ear. "Are you going to make me cum on my own couch, Harry? What if my husband comes home early?"
"If he were any kind of man, he'd be the one making you cream," he said, and pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. She wailed, bucked, and slammed her pussy down to the hilt.
"You're such a … oh, fuck!" she cried out when he changed angles and began battering her g-spot.
He flexed his muscles, buried himself deep, and started to fuck her faster. The couch groaned underneath them while the two of them moved as a single sweaty, slippery unit. Andromeda's pussy spasmed and milked him, and her moans hit a frantic pitch. He kept a brutal rhythm, holding her in place by the ass and letting her tits whip around, and her head snapped forward so she could watch herself getting impaled.
She liked the show. "Oh my goodness," she gasped, and ground herself down, shuddering. "You're going to make me …"
Her statement ended when she came with a scream, her pussy clamping hard around him while her thighs locked tight to his sides. She shook violently, lost all control, and went limp on top of him. Her face was buried in his neck, and her chest was heaving. He let her recover, content to keep himself buried inside her. Andromeda's pussy squeezed and contracted, and she left a sticky trail down his cock and balls. He traced slow, sensual patterns on her back before his hands moved to her ass, still enjoying the weight and warmth of her body.
She recovered faster than he expected. Andromeda sat up, rolled her hips again, and gave him a cheeky smile. "You're not done, are you?" she asked.
Harry smirked. "You didn't even make me cum yet."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, braced her feet on the couch cushions, and started riding again. This time, she bounced hard, using him like he was her own personal toy. Every bounce of her ass left a smear of white cream on the base of his shaft. Her ass jiggled, rippled, and clenched with every drop of her hips, and Harry couldn't help but smack her ass, his palm leaving a faint red print.
"Oh, god!" Andromeda moaned, and her pussy clenched tighter.
"You like that, huh?" Harry asked teasingly while kneading her pillowy cheeks.
"I love it," she easily admitted, and Harry pulled her closer, pushing his cock up inside her as far as it could go. She rewarded him with a filthy moan and picked up the pace.
She reached back, spread her cheeks, and let Harry play with her puckered hole. Andromeda was lost in a world of pleasure. The wet suction as her pussy swallowed his cock, the squelch and slap with every bounce, and the creamy streaks being smeared against their skin … it was all too much for her to handle.
Her tits defied logic. Despite her age, they were perky and perfect, sweaty and glistening, and every bounce was like the most erotic show he had ever seen. Harry squeezed them, sucked a nipple into his mouth, and bit down gently. Andromeda shrieked and clawed at his scalp. She then yanked his head up to meet her mouth and kissed him like she was trying to swallow his tongue. He hungrily returned the kiss and let her tongue do whatever it wanted. Her lips and tongue tasted minty, and she ground herself down until her clit mashed against the base of his cock.
Hogwarts Adventure
Nymphadora Tonks hit the door and nearly missed the knob. Her hands were still tingling from a full day of wand drills and physical conditioning. Auror training was a bitch, and Kingsley had personally turned her legs into jelly during the last hour. She barely remembered to take off her boots before stumbling into the foyer and dropping her bag with a dull thunk. All she wished for was a cold pint and a weeklong nap.
She heard noises. It sounded like grunting. The back of her neck prickled instinctively. She crept toward the living room, her boots and bag abandoned by the door. The noises became clearer, and she instantly knew it was two people fucking.
Tonks flattened herself against the wall, peered around the edge, and had to stifle a yelp. Andromeda was naked on the couch … naked, sweating, and currently grinding herself down on a stranger's cock like she wasn't already married to someone else. The man underneath her was at least several years younger than Tonks herself. His face was half-hidden under Andromeda's tits, his body a solid slab of muscle, and his cock … 'Hoy shit! The size of that thing!' Tonks thought as her mind overloaded.
Tonks's brain misfired. She'd seen enough sad, pathetic penises to have a decent sense of proportion, but the monster between this guy's legs made her want to take out a tape measure and parchment for field notes. It was easily as thick as her wrist, longer than her forearm, and absolutely dripping with white, glossy cream. She realized with utter embarrassment that most of the mess was Andromeda's. Tonks's mouth went dry. Her first instinct was to flee, but instead she stayed put to see what would happen next.
Andromeda bounced in place, her ass jiggling with each thrust while her hands were tangled in the guy's black hair. She was making noises Tonks had never heard from her in over two decades of life. It was halfway between a scream and a squeal, and each slide of his cock wrung a new sound from her lips. The man had his hands clamped to her hips, holding her open so every inch of his monster cock disappeared inside her with each slam. Tonks couldn't look away.
She watched, mesmerized, as the guy grabbed two handfuls of Andromeda's ass and spread them. Her asshole winked at the sudden exposure. Tonks felt her cheeks flush, first from embarrassment, then from something else as the guy brushed his finger over Andromeda's asshole. He pressed his thumb to the entrance and teased it as he continued to fuck her, never slowing.
Tonks felt half-sick at the blatant cheating going on, and half-horny from the erotic show. There was a tightness between her legs she hadn't planned on. Truth be told, it wasn't her fault. Tonks had spent her whole life sexually frustrated. She had tried her luck with many guys, but none of them were able or willing to give her what she needed. Tonks instinctively knew that this mystery guy was more than capable of fulfilling every desire she had ever had. The thought had her wildly tingling between her legs.
The stranger shifted his grip, planted his feet, and thrust up with such force that Andromeda nearly lost her balance. He let her recover, then did it again, this time holding her in place so her pussy stretched wide around him. Tonks's eyes went wide as she saw just how much cock was inside her, and how every pull left a ring of sticky white clinging to the shaft.
Andromeda's head snapped up, her hair wild, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her tits bounced and swayed with every thrust, and her nipples were dark pink and swollen. The guy reached up, grabbed one in each hand, and squeezed hard enough to make Andromeda squeal and shake.
"You're going to make me cum again," Andromeda cried out, her voice thin and ragged. "You're … oh god, yes! … just like that!" she babbled uncontrollably.
Tonks felt her legs buckle. She gripped the wall and forced herself not to slide down to the floor. The scene before her was obscene, yet it felt like a challenge. Andromeda was going all out, and apparently, this guy was fucking her like it was something he did every day. 'Why was she allowed to get all of that and not me?' Tonks asked herself.
Tonks's eyes dropped lower, focusing on the point where their bodies met. She was rewarded with the most perverted view imaginable. Andromeda's labia were stretched wide around the girth of the stranger's cock, the lips nearly splitting as he bottomed out. Each time he withdrew, the thick, veiny shaft gleamed with milky fluid. At the base, his balls hung massive and taut, swinging up to slap her ass with each upward thrust.
It went on for minutes, never slowing. The pace was unrelenting. Andromeda's noises grew higher and more desperate until she finally spasmed and collapsed forward, burying her face in his chest. He didn't let up. Instead, he held her in place and began to fuck up into her even harder, making the entire couch shudder.
Tonks licked her lips. She'd gotten very wet, soaking right through her pants, but her desperation masked the humiliation. Then, suddenly, he changed tactics. He grabbed Andromeda by the hips and lifted her clean off his cock, letting it slap up against his abs. It glistened with a thick coat of white, and the entire length shined with a layer of cum and pussy juice. He slowly guided Andromeda back down, holding her open so Tonks could see every inch as it re-entered her cunt. The squelch was audible even from across the room. The entire house smelled like pussy and sweat, and Tonks nearly moaned.
The guy reached between their bodies, thumbed at Andromeda's clit, and started to piston in and out, making each withdrawal as visible as possible. Andromeda's ass rose and fell, each bounce sending ripples through her cheeks. At one point, he spread her open so wide her asshole gaped. He pressed a finger against it and teased before popping it inside to the first knuckle.
Andromeda lost it. She shrieked and shook while her pussy spasmed around the shaft. The guy smirked, then pushed the rest of his finger in, fingerfucking her ass while pumping his cock into her pussy. Tonks watched as her whole body went rigid. Her toes curled, and her hands clawed at his shoulders.
"It's happening!" Andromeda screamed. She squirted, and the jet of fluid arced across his abs and soaked the couch. The guy only grinned wider, slowed the pace, and let Andromeda ride out her orgasm in shuddering waves of pleasure.
When she finally sagged, panting and limp, he lifted her off entirely and let her collapse to the side. His cock stood straight up, still hard and glistening with her juices. He wiped a string of fluid from the tip, grinned, and looked up, directly at Tonks. She froze, caught like a deer in headlights.
Harry held her gaze, his smile filled with charm, while his hand lazily stroked up and down the obscene length of his cock. "You must be Nymphadora."
Tonks blinked, and her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. She tried to speak and had to swallow twice before it worked. "Just Tonks is fine." Her voice cracked, so she tried again. "Tonks. Please."
He looked her up and down, still casually pumping his cock, while his thumb swirled the mess of pussy cream around the crown. "It's nice to meet you, Tonks. I'm Harry Potter." His eyes dropped to her hips, then up to her eyes, lingering in a way that felt both flattering and perverse. "You know, I could use a hand here," he teased while looking down at his cock. He then jerked his head toward Andromeda, who was still collapsed on her side, spasming through her orgasm.
"She couldn't hold out long enough to let me finish," Harry said with a prideful voice.
Tonks gawked, and her face lit up with a combination of embarrassment and arousal. "That … um … was a lot to walk in on, yeah." She kept her eyes on the cock. Every instinct screamed at her to look away, but she couldn't … not when the thing was so heavy and thick. Pussy cream still dripped down its length, and the balls below were damp with Andromeda's squirt.
Harry watched her watching him. He leaned back, his hand still wrapped around his shaft, and smirked. "You seem interested."
Tonks wanted to say no and keep some semblance of dignity, but what came out was a croaky, "Maybe." Her cheeks burned. She could feel her own panties sticking to her pussy, already sopping wet, and she tried not to think about what she must smell like.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You know," he said, "you can touch if you want. It won't bite." He nodded at his lap.
She rolled her eyes, but she moved anyway. Sat down on the arm of the couch, within grabbing distance. The smell hit her first. He reeked of sex. It made her head spin and her clit pulse in time with her heartbeat. Tonks wet her lips and reached out, fingers trembling, and wrapped her hand around the base. It was hot, heavy, and harder than anything she'd ever touched. She stroked it slowly, and a moan suddenly escaped her lips, making her blush even redder.
Harry stood up, cock bobbing in front of him, and turned to face her. He grabbed Tonks by the hand and pulled her against his chest. His cock pressed against her belly, leaving a wet, sticky smear through her shirt. She squirmed, feeling the heat of it burn through the thin fabric.
"Show me your room," Harry said. He didn't ask. It was a command.
Tonks blushed deeply and nodded. She turned, and he squeezed her ass, both hands full of soft, jiggling flesh. Tonks gasped and looked at him over her shoulder. Harry had a cheeky grin on his face. She led the way down the hall, and Harry was glued to her back, his hands never leaving her body. With every step, he grabbed at her hips, pulled her tight against him, and ground his cock against her so she could feel how hard he was. Tonks pushed open her bedroom door, nearly stumbling inside. Harry followed, closing the door with his foot.
He spun her around, pinned her to the wall, and kissed her. The kiss was scorching hot, and his tongue pushed inside as if he already owned her. Tonks kissed him back, her body melting into his, while her hands clutched at his shoulders. She wanted to be clever and say something witty, but she couldn't think over the hammering of her heart.
Harry's hands found the hem of her shirt and peeled it up, exposing her pale belly. He didn't bother with her bra since she wasn't wearing one. He shoved the shirt up to her collarbone and took one breast in his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple while his other hand played with her ass. Tonks gasped. "You don't waste time."
"Never," Harry said, his voice muffled against her tits. He sucked hard on her nipple and pulled his head back. Her tit stretched out until he let go of her nipple. It quickly snapped back into place.
She reached between them and grabbed his cock again, this time stroking it with more confidence. It was still slick and smeared with pussy cream. Harry's moan was low and rumbling. He moved his mouth to her other tit, lavishing it with the same loving attention.
Harry pulled his mouth away from her breast to take her shirt off, but Tonks beat him to it, grabbing the hem and yanking it over her head. Her big, round, braless tits bounced free, tipped with small, light pink nipples already puckered hard. He grabbed one, thumbed the nipple, and watched her eyes roll back as the sensation rocked her.
"Fucking hell," she said, her voice breathy and incredulous. She had never had her body played with like this.
Harry licked a slow circle around her nipple, then sucked it between his teeth. He slid a hand up, cupped the other tit, and squeezed both at once. They were soft yet firm, and they spilled out of both palms. Her nipples were crinkled tight and begging to be played with.
Tonks pushed her chest into his face, greedy for more. Harry complied, taking turns biting and sucking, leaving her skin slick with spit and dotted with faint red marks. He slid one hand down her belly, his fingers tracing the line of her abs until he reached the button of her jeans.
He popped it open. Tonks shuddered as he dragged the zipper down. He slipped his hand inside and found her panties. The crotch was completely soaked through. "Jeez," he murmured, rubbing her clit through the fabric. "You're soaked already."
Tonks blushed, but her hips bucked, grinding against his hand. "Blame yourself," she panted. Harry picked her up and set her on the bed. He tugged the waistband, and she helped him by wriggling her jeans down over her hips until he was able to pull them off. She wore mismatched socks, which made Harry chuckle.
He peeled off her socks one by one, revealing slim ankles and small, delicate feet. He ran his hands up her calves, kneading the muscles, then pushed her knees apart to get a look at her.
She wore light pink panties with a darker wet patch spreading at the crotch. Her thighs were shapely and pale, and her skin was smooth and hairless. Her pussy lips were pressed tight together beneath the thin cotton. Harry pressed a thumb to the wet spot and rubbed slow circles, making her moan and squirm.
He looked up at her and smiled handsomely. "Do you want me to take these off?" Tonks nodded, biting her lip.
Harry hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down, savoring every inch of revealed skin. Her pussy was perfect. There was no hair, just two smooth, pink lips pressed together and glistening with arousal. When she shifted, a tiny sliver of her inner folds peeked out, flushed and swollen with arousal.
He dragged the panties down her legs, over her knees, then off her feet. He tossed them aside and spread her legs, getting a full view. Her clit was hooded and swollen, and the entire slit was shiny with juice. The smell of her aroused pussy was incredible. Tonks flushed red, but didn't close her legs. She watched him staring at her naked pussy while her hair flashed through many different colors.
Harry ran a finger up and down her slit, then slipped it inside. She was so wet he met no resistance, and he pumped slowly, curling his finger to stroke her g-spot. Tonks's knees went weak, and she gripped the sheets for support and let out a strangled moan.
"Fuck me," she whispered, her eyes glazed. "Please. I can't wait."
He settled between her spread legs, lined up, and pressed the head of his cock to her opening. He didn't push in at first. He just teased her, running the fat tip up and down her lips, smearing her wetness over the head. Tonks's hands found his hips, and her nails dug in. "Now," she demanded, all shyness fading away.
Harry thrust forward, splitting her open around his girth. She gasped and arched her back, and her tits jiggled as her body shook. He pushed in deeper, letting her get used to his size, then started to fuck her with short, deep strokes.
Tonks wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass as she pulled him closer with every thrust. She was impossibly tight, but she took everything he had, and soon he was balls-deep. Harry pounded into her, watching her tits bounce, and watching her face go slack with pleasure. He reached down, played with her clit, and felt her tighten around him in response.
She came surprisingly fast, her pussy clenching and rippling along the length of his cock. Harry kept going, fucking her through it, savoring every spasm and involuntary twitch. He leaned down, kissed her hard, and picked up the pace.
Tonks's head tilted back, and she was breathing raggedly. She clawed at his back, and her cries of pleasure went up an octave. When she came again, she almost screamed as her legs locked around his waist, but he fucked her through that orgasm as well.
Harry finally let himself go, burying his cock all the way in and cumming inside her. Thick spurts of cum filled her up and leaked out around the edges. He held her close, both of them shaking as his balls emptied. He pulled back and thrust forward again, making Tonks squeal. He thrust his cock a few more times until he was sure every drop of cum had been pumped into his new toy.
Once they were done, he stayed on top of her with his cock still fully inside her. He loved the sensation of her tight pussy continuously fluttering around him. Tonks ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him down for another kiss. "I'm so glad I met you," she murmured and yawned.
He chuckled, nuzzled her neck, and moaned as she bucked her hips. Her pussy was already squeezing him, trying to tempt him into action. He was pretty sure Tonks would want another go soon, and he didn't mind the idea one bit.