Chapter 18
"I've never seen a cock like this before." Tonks's voice was full of disbelief and reverence, and her breath tickled the skin of Harry's inner thigh. She lay propped on her elbows between his spread legs. Her own legs were bent at the knees, and her bare feet were crossed in the air. Her messy hair rippled through a full spectrum of colors. It went from bubble gum pink to turquoise to a bright, shocking purple. Her naked body sprawled across her bed sheets, and her ass was lifted high in the air. Her back was arched, creating a lewd image as she admired Harry's cock from every angle.
She ran her hand up and down his shaft and even held her palm against it to measure it. The other hand cradled his balls as if weighing them, while her thumb lightly traced the seam along the bottom. Harry couldn't help but watch her, amused and more than a little turned on by her unfiltered fascination. He rested his hands on his stomach as he amusedly watched her continue to examine his body.
Tonks was not shy about her curiosity. She angled his cock this way and that, cocking her head to examine the veins and ridges. "It's so bloody big!" she observed, squeezing his balls gently and watching them contract. "I can fit both of my hands on here, and there's still room for a third. I'm starting to think you may be part Abraxan."
Harry let out a bark of laughter. "I didn't realize you were so into Care of Magical Cocks."
She smiled saucily, showing her pearly white teeth. "Hush. I'm conducting field research." Her toes wiggled, and her feet bounced in the air. The movement of her legs caused her pillowy ass to jiggle. She leaned in to inspect the tip, her nose almost touching it, and her brow was furrowed in mock seriousness. The heat of her breath and the faintest brush of her hair made Harry's cock twitch involuntarily, and Tonks's eyes lit up in delight.
"Oh, it's so responsive!" she giggled. "Do it again." She gently tapped the underside with a knuckle, and it jumped obligingly. "Bloody brilliant. I think it likes me," she said with a smile and gently blew on the underside of the head, making it twitch again.
Harry couldn't bring himself to feel embarrassed. Tonks was so open and gleefully vulgar that her rapt attention felt like the highest compliment. He watched as she wrapped both hands around his shaft. She squeezed and gave it a test stroke. "I need a friend here to help me cover this thing," she said, voice giddy.
"You're a Metamorphmagus … Can't you just grow a third hand?" Harry managed.
She ignored his sarcasm and dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She playfully smirked at him and licked again, this time swirling her tongue around the head. "Not bad," she announced, then pursed her lips and gave the tip a lingering kiss. "But it tastes kind of musky."
"That's the flavor of your pussy … remember?" Harry said in amusement.
"Oh, yeah," Tonks responded, remembering that he was balls deep inside her only half an hour ago. She planted kisses along his shaft, working in a zigzag pattern. Every so often, she'd pause to look up at him, checking for a reaction, mischief smoldering in her eyes. Feeling bold, Harry reached out and cupped the back of her head. His fingers threaded through the color-shifting, silken mass of her hair. The texture of her hair changed under his palm, as if her follicles couldn't decide what they wanted to be.
Tonks's lips parted, and she took the head between them, sucking gently. Her tongue slithered around it, licking it from every angle. She moaned against his cock, obviously liking how he felt in her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she started bobbing her head, gradually easing more of him into her mouth. One hand clamped around the base while the other massaged his balls.
She pulled her head back, letting the tip pop free. She then pressed her lips to the underside, planting a series of soft, wet kisses down to his balls. She nipped at the tender skin there, sending a jolt up Harry's spine. "Your balls are so heavy," she murmured while juggling them in her palm. Tonks sucked on his sensitive skin while jerking on his shaft.
Harry groaned as she set to work, switching between licking, sucking, and stroking. She was obviously experimenting with what made him gasp or twitch. This was brand new for her, and Tonks wanted to learn as much as Harry wanted to receive. Occasionally, she'd hum a few bars of some wizard band, and the reverberation traveled up his cock in a way that nearly made his eyes roll back.
At one point, she changed her hair to a color that matched Andromeda's. Tonks then winked as she took his cock deep into her mouth. She looked up at him with wide, smoky eyes. "Holy shit! That feels so good," Harry moaned as she tickled the tip of his cock with her tongue.
Tonks giggled around his shaft, then released him, her lips shiny and slightly swollen. "I guess I found your special spot, huh?"
"Yeah," Harry croaked, and she grinned, clearly pleased with herself.
She stroked him with both hands, twisting her wrists in opposite directions, and pressed her tits together so his cock slid between them. The sensation was overwhelming when she began bouncing her tits. "I bet you've never done it like this before," she said, smirking. She trapped him between her breasts and licked at the tip every time it emerged from the top of her cleavage. In fact, Harry had done this before … many times, but he wasn't going to tell her that.
He could feel himself getting close. The pressure built up, and every muscle in his legs tensed. Tonks seemed to sense it and slowed down, easing off until Harry's breathing normalized.
Tonks was clearly ready for more as she slithered up his body. Her skin was flushed and hot, and every inch of her body was trembling with anticipation as she climbed over Harry, her knees spread wide. She positioned herself so her pussy hovered just above his cock. The heat from her wet pussy radiated onto him.
She let her hips drop so that her slit brushed the length of him, leaving a wet smear on his skin. Her swollen lips parted around his shaft as she ground herself back and forth. Harry groaned as his cock was sandwiched between the silky heat of her pussy lips. She pressed her clit against his tip and rolled her hips, smearing him with her wetness until the whole length of him gleamed.
Tonks smirked like she was having the time of her life, and kept going, rubbing the head of his cock against herself, but never letting him in. She was shameless in the way she lifted her body just enough to drag her cunt along the underside of his shaft before dropping, so her clit mashed against the spongy dome. She used him like a toy to get herself off, and the look on her face said she didn't care how desperate it made him.
Harry tried to buck up into her, but she pressed him back down, her hands planted on his chest. "There's no rush," she whispered, dragging her tongue over her upper lip. "I want to remember this."
She kept grinding, rocking, and using her own arousal to paint his cock in her juices. Harry's hands found her hips, and his fingers dug into the firm curve of her ass. He caressed her soft, smooth skin, and when his fingers slid along the crack of her ass, Tonks shuddered, which made her perky tits jiggle around hypnotically.
Finally, when she was good and ready, Tonks lifted herself until her wet pussy lips kissed the tip of his cock. She paused for a moment, holding his gaze, and Harry could see her breathing heavily as her body tensed and quivered. She teased the head of his cock against her entrance, circling the tip against her wet, silky folds. She lowered herself until just the tip dipped in before lifting back up. He felt her wetness dribble down his shaft, and her folds were so swollen they gripped the head before he even entered her.
Tonks then dropped down and took him all the way in. Harry's breath was forced from his lungs, and his whole body arched off the bed as Tonks's pussy enveloped him with a loud, wet squelch. She stayed still, breathing raggedly as her pussy pulsated around his shaft. Harry took the short break to reach between them and toy with her hard, swollen clit. Tonks let out a high-pitched whimper as his fingers flicked back and forth over her damp bead. Now that she had gotten a taste of pleasure, Tonks immediately got to work.
She set a demanding pace, fucking herself on his cock with single-minded intensity. Her tits bounced and flopped around with every thrust, and her nipples were so hard that it looked painful. Sweat rolled down the taut skin of her belly as her hips rolled in circles. Her hair shifted from black to bubblegum pink as she moved, and her eyes fluttered before rolling into the back of her head.
"God, you're so tight," Harry moaned as her pussy tried to suck the cum straight from his balls.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Tonks breathlessly stated. Just then, her pussy became tighter than anything he had ever felt. Harry gripped her thighs tightly and thrust his hips upward while moaning. Tonks giggled, and suddenly, that insane tightness disappeared.
Harry reached up and cupped her bouncing tits. They were more than enough to spill out of each palm. He rubbed her nipples with his thumbs. Harry pinched and rolled them between his fingers, and Tonks moaned, her pussy tightening again in response. The pressure was almost unbearable. She was squeezing and milking him with every drop of her wide hips. Her incredible pussy took him deeper and deeper until he felt like he would explode inside of her.
He sat up, holding her by her ass, and kissed her hard. Her tongue immediately slipped into his mouth. She opened her mouth eagerly, biting his lower lip and sucking it between her teeth before pulling back to stare into his eyes, her hair plastered to her forehead with sweat.
She shifted her knees, spreading them wide on either side of his hips, and started to bounce up and down, using every muscle in her legs to drive herself onto his cock. The sound of her arousal was lewd, wet, and noisy. Each thrust sent a bolt of pleasure through both of them. Harry could see her jaw clench and eyes flutter as she lost herself in the pleasure.
Tonks's hands slid up his chest, and her nails scraped lightly against his skin, leaving pink trails in their wake. She grabbed his shoulders and held on as he bounced her up and down. Tonks pressed herself down and ground her pussy on him with such force that he saw stars. The pleasure was incredible.
Her orgasm hit with almost no warning. One moment she was riding him, the next her body was shuddering as her pussy clenched around his cock like a vice. She let out a squeal as her body spasmed, her pussy fluttered, and her legs trembled so hard she nearly collapsed. Harry felt the torrent of her juices gush out, coating his cock, soaking the sheets beneath them.
The sight and feel of her cumming pushed Harry over the edge. He thrust hard up into her and came in a series of thick, hot spurts. Tonks rode him through it while her pussy milked every last drop. Tonks ground her hips to draw out their orgasms as long as possible.
When she finally collapsed against him, both of them were drenched with sweat. Their chests were heaving, and they were breathing heavily. Tonks buried her face in his neck and inhaled the scent of him, her breath hot on his skin.
Harry stayed on his back with his cock buried deep inside of her. He stroked her back and caressed her curves, and felt the steady drumbeat of her heart against his chest.
Hogwarts Adventure
Andromeda didn't bother knocking. She stepped into the bedroom and was instantly hit in the face with the overpowering smell of sex. It wasn't difficult to discover why. On the bed in front of her, Nymphadora was straddling Harry's lap. She was licking and sucking on his neck while squirming in his lap. Harry's cock wasn't hard to miss. It was stretching her pussy wide, and Andromeda could see that it was smeared with a mixture of Nymphadora's arousal, Harry's cum, and her cream.
Andromeda huffed. She already knew the moment she brought Harry into her house, Nymphadora wouldn't be able to keep her hands off him. With a cock like that, no woman would. Andromeda didn't mind sharing, so long as she got her fair share of Harry-time. She cleared her throat, and Harry looked over Nymphadora's shoulder with a rougish smile. He then began slowly thrusting into Nymphadora, stretching her lips and making her squeal. Andromeda rolled her eyes. "Enough of that. Get up and get decent, Dora. Ted will be home any minute," she said and left the room.
Hogwarts Adventure
Ted Tonks particularly liked three things … runes, bland food, and never making a fuss. Harry discovered all this within the first five minutes of dinner, which might've been the most awkward meal of his life if not for the hanky-panky unfolding beneath the table.
Ted had arrived home exactly ten minutes after Andromeda's warning. He greeted everyone with a smile, gave his wife a peck on the cheek, then went straight to the kitchen to check on the casserole. Harry had barely managed to pull on a shirt before being shooed down the hallway by Andromeda, her hands straightening his collar while she whispered into his ear. "Don't let Dora jerk you off while we're eating, and if you do, don't cum on the good napkins."
Tonks wore a spaghetti-strap tank top that defied gravity and decency. Her tits, ripe and flushed from the earlier fuck, barely fit inside the thin pink fabric, which cut off halfway up the slope of her boobs and offered zero resistance to the nipples poking through. She'd apparently forgotten what a bra was, or perhaps, as Harry suspected, she wanted to distract him as much as possible. It was working.
Andromeda chose a white silk blouse that hugged her curves wonderfully. The first five buttons were all undone, making for a spectacular sight. Every time she leaned forward, her tits spilled out and exposed her hard, pink nipples. The woman was practically begging for attention. Harry made sure to give her plenty of it. She'd put her hair up in a messy bun, which Harry found extremely attractive.
Ted didn't notice any of it, and even if he did, he didn't care. Ted suffered from the same drawbacks as all the other men in this reality.
"... and then the Bludger flew right into my supervisor's office! It nearly took off his nose. We're still cleaning up the ink stains." Ted's voice was warm and polite, and Harry could tell that he had told this story at least a dozen times before. He carved up the casserole with expert precision, portioning it out without ever looking at the plate.
Tonks sat on Harry's right, and Andromeda on his left. Both of them were hunched forward with their elbows on the table, waiting for the food to be served. They made a wall of cleavage, and Harry was mercifully trapped between two valleys of soft, pale skin. Every now and then, Andromeda's bare foot would drift up his shin, or Tonks would rub her thigh against his, the antics escalating every few minutes.
"That's fascinating," said Harry, pretending to sound interested. Ted was explaining the finer points of rune-based propulsion, and Harry's brain was half-focused on the memory of Tonks gagging herself on his cock half an hour ago.
Tonks yawned, and Harry was sure it was fake. She stretched both arms overhead, making her tits surge forward and up, then let them drop with a meaty smack as she slouched. Her nipples were so hard they nearly poked straight through the fabric. She caught Harry staring, winked, and "accidentally" dropped her fork onto his lap.
"Oh no, look what I've done," she said, diving under the table.
Though he couldn't see it, he felt Tonks move between his knees, her hands already at his zipper. He tried to keep a poker face as she fished his cock out, and the heat of her breath on his shaft made it jerk in her hand. Above the table, Ted droned on, oblivious to what was going on.
Andromeda leaned over, her tits brushing Harry's arm. "Are you enjoying yourself?" she whispered, her voice thick with amusement.
"Immensely," Harry replied. "Is it always like this?" he asked in amusement.
She snorted as her fingers traced circles on his thigh. "Are you kidding? This house has never seen any kind of action before."
Under the table, Tonks's hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it lazily. She ran her tongue along the underside, then sucked the head into her mouth. She wasted no time and immediately began bobbing her head. Harry pressed his lips together, trying not to grunt.
Ted looked up from his casserole, eyes passing over Harry. "Are you all right, son? You look a bit flushed."
"He's just warm, darling," Andromeda said, patting Harry's forearm. "I think he drank your hot cider a little too fast."
Ted nodded, content. "It happens to the best of us."
There was a loud slurp, and the rustling of fabric under the table as she zipped him up. Tonks surfaced with a pink face and a shiny mouth. She wiped her lips and reclaimed her seat, acting innocent. She speared a chunk of casserole and popped it into her mouth, licking the fork clean while staring at Harry.
Harry struggled to concentrate on the conversation. Ted was now deep into broom design, explaining how the new Nimbus would outperform any broom currently on the market by a factor of one point six in raw acceleration, thanks to innovative rune clusters. Harry nodded politely, while Tonks's hand migrated back to his crotch, squeezing him through his jeans. On his other side, Andromeda ran her hand up his inner thigh, occasionally dragging a fingernail over the seam of his trousers.
Each woman was doing their part to keep him on edge. Harry could feel his cock strain under the combined ministrations. Harry fought back by reaching down and sliding his hand up Tonks's inner thigh. Her miniskirt offered no protection, and he quickly discovered she wasn't wearing panties. Tonks leaned in and grazed his ear with her soft lips. "If you don't behave, I'm going to crawl under this table and finish what I started."
Andromeda, not to be outdone, slipped her hand higher until her fingers found the shape of his cock, gripping it through the denim. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she naughtily asked.
Harry took a bite of casserole to cover his reaction. It was one of the better casseroles he had tasted. "Harry," Ted said, turning the conversation, "I don't suppose you play Quidditch?" There was genuine hope in his voice.
Harry nodded while swallowing. "I'm a pretty good Seeker if I do say so myself."
Ted's eyes lit up. "Marvelous! You must meet the team at the shop. They'd love to pick your brain."
Tonks squeezed Harry's cock under the table and massaged his bulge with the pad of her thumb. Harry swallowed hard. "I'd be happy to," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
Andromeda watched with delight as Tonks's ministrations grew bolder. She unbuttoned the last button on her blouse and let her tits spill out, pretending not to notice as she refilled Ted's wine glass. Her nipples were hard and crinkled, and they jutted out from her perfect, light pink areolas.
Ted didn't blink. Hell, he probably didn't even notice. "Thank you, darling," he said as he sipped his wine and plowed ahead. "Do you have any thoughts on spiral stabilization for the broom shaft? Most manufacturers just reinforce it with standard gyroscopic runes, but I'm convinced there's a better solution."
"I'm sure Harry would be happy to discuss that after dinner," Andromeda interrupted, her smile wide. She caught Harry's eye, then glanced down at his lap. Her meaning was clear.
Tonks, emboldened, dragged her fork along her tongue and then whispered, "Have you ever been jerked off under the table before?"
Harry shook his head, dazed by their audacity.
"Good. I like being the first."
Her hand dove into his lap, and this time she worked his cock out of his trousers entirely, careful to keep it hidden from Ted's line of sight. Her hand wrapped around the shaft, and she began slowly working it with deep strokes. Ted was still oblivious, his eyes locked on Harry as he waited for a response to his broom theory.
Harry tried to form the words, but he was finding it difficult. "Uh … have you considered a runic lattice, instead of the traditional banding? It could distribute force more evenly along the shaft."
Ted stared at him, awestruck. "That's … brilliant! Why hasn't anyone tried that? My goodness, you're a bloody genius."
Tonks's hand worked faster, her palm twisting at the head on every upstroke.
"It's … uh … just a thought," Harry stammered, clenching his fists to avoid cumming on the spot.
Ted looked at Andromeda. "We're keeping him," he declared. "End of discussion."
Andromeda let out a throaty laugh. She tugged Harry's hand under the table, guiding his fingers up her skirt and into the heat between her legs. He discovered that neither of them was wearing panties. She was wet and hot, and her clit was swollen and desperate for attention. She pressed his hand deeper between her legs and ground against his fingers while she toyed with her nipple.
Tonks saw what was going on and gave Harry a sly smile. "She doesn't like to wait."
Harry slid a finger inside Andromeda, and she shuddered, biting her lip to suppress a moan. The silky walls of her pussy instantly began sucking on his finger.
Ted seemed to notice the flush in his wife's face. "Is everything all right, dear?" he asked, his tone oblivious.
"We're perfect," Andromeda purred. "Aren't we, Harry?"
He nodded, still knuckle-deep in her pussy under the table. Tonks squeezed his cock hard, then let go, wiping her hand on her napkin. She caught Ted's eye and smiled cutely.
"Glad to hear it!" Ted brightened. "How about dessert?"
Andromeda stood, tits swinging, and started clearing the table. She leaned over Harry, giving him a faceful of her naked breasts. Her hard nipple nearly poked him in the eye. "You'll have to stay the night, dear. It's getting late, and that run-down pub is no place for such a fine young man."
Tonks piled the plates and followed Andromeda, the two of them moving in sync. In the kitchen, Harry could hear the hiss of water, the clink of plates, and the low, conspiratorial giggle of two plotting women.
Ted poured himself another glass of wine, then glanced at Harry. "You're good for them, you know," he said. He was still oblivious to anything going on in the house. "It's been a long time since I saw them so cheerful. "
Harry didn't know how to respond, so he just nodded, hoping his face wasn't too red. "Good man," said Ted, and raised his glass in a toast.
Tonks's voice echoed from the kitchen. "Harry can sleep in my room with me tonight!"
Ted smiled. He was proud that Tonks was being so generous with her personal space. "Well, that settles that. You'll be staying here tonight."
Harry took the glass, clinked it against Ted's, and grinned. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Andromeda's blouse hit the kitchen floor, followed a second later by Tonks's spaghetti strap top. He drained his glass and chuckled as Ted started up the rune conversation again.
Chapter 19
The house was quiet in the morning, and a gentle beam of sunlight bled through the sheer curtains in the kitchen. Andromeda usually liked the early morning silence, but not so much this morning. The anticipation of what's to come was driving her mad.
Ted's mug of tea steamed as he took another drink. Once done, he set the mug on the counter and walked to the front door. He stood in the doorway, adjusting his robes and staring at the day's Prophet in Andy's hand with the unhurried calm of a man who believed everything in life would continue exactly as it always had. He didn't see the way Andromeda watched the clock, or the way she let her robe fall open just enough to show a hint of bare hip.
"Is there anything in there about the strike?" Ted asked, not looking up from the paper. The enchanter's guild was pushing for better pay, and Ted thought they were just being greedy.
"No." Andromeda flipped to the next page, but she hadn't actually read a word. She watched the minute hand crawl forward and ran her tongue over her perfect, white teeth.
"It probably won't last," Ted muttered, taking the Prophet from her and folding it under one arm. He leaned in for a kiss, and Andromeda leaned in as well, her lips puckered. Instead, Ted turned his head and went for her cheek.
Andromeda let the kiss land, then wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her tits into his chest. The reaction was non-existent. There wasn't so much as a twitch down below. He didn't even react when she rubbed her thigh against his crotch.
"I'll be back late," Ted said, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Are you sure you'll be all right here with the two of them?"
She smirked and bit his earlobe, hoping that might light a fire. "I'm sure I'll find something to occupy myself."
Ted nodded, untangled himself, and patted her on the shoulder. "Okay. I'll see you later." There was no fire. There wasn't even a spark. Andromeda wondered if Ted was even really a man.
She shook her head as he exited through the door. He walked off down the garden path, newspaper under his arm, oblivious to the storm that would hit the house as soon as he rounded the corner. The moment the front door latched, Andromeda's composure fractured. She locked it quietly, then padded up the stairs in bare feet, every step making her heart beat a little faster. She paused outside Dora's bedroom and pressed one palm flat to the door. She drew a shaky breath before turning the knob.
Inside the room, the smell hit her first. It was the pungent odor of wet pussy, sweat, and the unmistakable scent of fresh cum. The windows were cracked, but the air was still thick with it. She opened the door a little wider and breathed in the scent. The smell of sex instantly made her pussy wet, and her nipples crinkle with hardness. Andy then pushed all the way in.
Nymphadora was on her knees with her face buried in the pillow. Her wide ass was high in the air. Her hair was a two-tone mess of shocking pink at the tips and purple at the roots, and her smooth body was covered in goosebumps. She whimpered and clawed at the bedding. Her eyes were hooded and lustful.
Harry knelt behind her, both hands planted firmly on her hips. His cock, which was as long and thick as her forearm, was buried to the hilt in her cunt. Every time he pulled back, her pussy clung to him, refusing to let go, and the lips stretched taut and shiny. He slammed forward, setting off a ripple in Tonks's ass that radiated all the way to her thighs.
Andromeda watched, mesmerized by the sight, as Harry drew his hand back and landed a sharp smack on her ass cheek. The sound echoed in her small bedroom, and Tonks squealed, grinding back onto him with even more desperation.
Harry turned, caught Andromeda's eye, and grinned cheekily. "Good morning."
His casual confidence made her weak at the knees. She leaned against the doorframe, one hand sliding under her robe. Two of her fingers dipped between her own thighs. The fabric stuck to the wetness there, and she bit her lower lip, wishing it were her getting fucked.
Tonks didn't even notice her presence. She was drooling on the pillow and moaning through clenched teeth. Harry didn't stop or even slow down. He just kept fucking her with the same relentless rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass over and over. The sound was perverse, and it made Andy's pussy tingle.
He ran his thumb down the crack of her ass, pressed it against her tight, puckered hole, and pushed inside up to the first knuckle. The effect was instant. Tonks convulsed, and her whole body tensed as she shrieked and came. Her pussy squirting all over his cock and balls, and Harry just chuckled and smacked her shapely ass again.
Harry pulled out and was still rock hard. His thick, veiny shaft was smeared with Dora's thick, white pussy cream. He gave Andromeda a look that said it was her turn. "Come here and clean me up," he said in a deep, amused voice.
Andromeda let her robe fall to the floor, exposing her nude body. She walked to the bed naked, not caring that her tits swung loose, or that her thighs were wet with pussy juice. Andromeda's skin was flushed with arousal, and every inch of it prickled with anticipation. She climbed onto the bed and spread her knees wide, proudly showing off the glistening sheen of arousal. The dampness clung to her and trickled down the inside of her leg as she knelt beside Harry's cock. It glistened with Dora's juices and was smeared white with her cream. The smell was thick and heady, and it was so intense she swore she could taste it on the air. She then realized that half the smell was coming from her own dripping pussy.
She leaned in and dragged her tongue along the length, starting at the base and ending with a lazy swirl around the head. Her tongue flicked at the slit before swirling under and tickling the ridge below. She then sucked the tip between her lips and worked it with her mouth. The girth was too much to take all at once, so she stroked the base with her hand, twisting in time with her mouth.
Harry moaned and gripped her hair with one hand. His hips bucked, but she kept him pinned, refusing to let him fuck her face unless she allowed it.
Tonks, still gasping from her orgasm, rolled onto her back and watched, her eyes glazed and lips parted. She reached up, grabbed Harry's face, and pulled him down for a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled, and Tonks's hands roamed his chest and stomach, tracing every muscle.
Andromeda pulled her mouth away and dragged her tongue down to his balls. She licked them clean, then sucked one into her mouth and rolled it against her tongue while she stroked his shaft with long, twisting tugs. Harry arched his back and groaned, and Tonks broke the kiss to watch with wide eyes.
Andromeda went back to the head and worked it with her lips and tongue. She brought him right to the edge, feeling his cock swell and throb in her mouth, but just as he started to tense, she let go with a wet pop.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then crawled up to straddle him. Her pussy was already leaking and dripping fat drops of arousal all over his shaft. Her pussy lips were flushed and engorged, and she gripped his cock and slapped it against herself, coating the tip with fresh wetness. She teased herself by rubbing the fat head up and down her slit, pausing only to circle it around her swollen clit.
Harry grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks with both hands, and pulled her down until just the tip breached her entrance. Andromeda shuddered when she felt the cool air caress her puckered hole. She sank slowly, loving how her pussy stretched around his massive shaft. The sound of the wet squelch as her pussy swallowed inch after inch was utterly obscene. Andy loved every second of it. She bottomed out, and she squealed when his spongy head mashed into her cervix. Her cunt pressed flush against him, and she shuddered, rolling her hips so his head hit every spot.
Tonks propped herself up on one elbow, her face inches from the action, and watched as Andy impaled herself on Harry's cock. She was fascinated by how much her pussy had to stretch to accommodate Harry's impressive girth. The room echoed with the lewd slap of skin on skin, and Andromeda gasped and moaned with every thrust.
Andromeda leaned back, grabbed her tits with both hands, and started to ride, her ass bouncing in time with Harry's upward thrusts. She was so wet it sounded like a pair of lips messily sucking on his cock. Every downward thrust was accompanied by the sticky, messy noise of her cunt sucking him in.
She looked over at Tonks with blazing eyes and saw the raw hunger on her face. "Come here, Dora," she said, her voice laced with lust. "Help me out." She bowed her back and thrust her chest out. Her nipples were stiff and standing at full attention.
Tonks crawled forward until her face was level with Andromeda's tits. She took a nipple into her mouth, sucking hard and flicking it with her tongue. She reached down with one hand, found Harry's balls, and squeezed them gently, massaging and rolling them in her palm. They were completely coated in Andy's juices.
Andromeda rode him faster, grinding down with each stroke, and chasing her own orgasm with single-minded fury. The pleasure built until her whole body shook uncontrollably. She came with a loud cry, her pussy clenching so hard it forced Harry out of her in a rush of wetness. The shaft slipped free, glistening and coated in cream, and it bobbed against her thigh.
She collapsed forward, pressing her tits into Harry's chest, and shuddered through the powerful orgasm. Tonks hovered over them, her face flushed, and her eyes hungry for more.
Harry just grinned, his hands still gripping Andromeda's ass as he waited for her to recover. "Both of you girls have cummed, but I haven't. That's not very fair, now is it?" Harry asked teasingly as he played with Andromeda's tight asshole.
Tonks wriggled in beside Harry and pressed her sweaty, naked body against his. She watched as Andromeda lifted herself off his chest and then repositioned herself over Harry's cock.
Andromeda grabbed the shaft with one hand, aimed it at her dripping cunt, and slowly lowered herself back down. The whole thing disappeared inside her with a wet, sucking sound, and she started to bounce up and down, intent on receiving a creamy load.
Her tits bounced and jiggled with every jerk of her hips, and her nipples were pink and swollen from Tonks's earlier attention. She grabbed them, squeezing and tugging at her own nipples. She twisted hard until she gasped. Andromeda liked a little bit of pain with her pleasure.
Tonks licked her lips and ran a hand down Harry's chest. The other snuck between her own thighs as she watched. "She's really into being watched," she whispered in his ear, making him shudder. Tonks's fingers found her throbbing clit, and she gently massaged it while Andromeda moaned like a whore.
Andromeda's pace became wild, and her hips slammed down with enough force to shake the bed. With each thrust, a frothy ring of cream formed at the base of Harry's cock, then smeared up his shaft as she pulled away. Her pussy painted him with white, sticky streaks.
"Look at her milk you," Tonks laughed, her face flushed. "She's out of control," she giggled.
Harry let Andromeda do all the work. He just tensed his abs and flexed his cock upward to meet her every time she slammed down. He loved the way her body shook, and he loved the lewd, wet noise of her cunt swallowing him whole.
Andromeda's breathing grew ragged. She let go of her tits and dug her fingernails into Harry's shoulders for support. The second orgasm hit her suddenly, and her body locked up. She shrieked and ground hard down on his cock, and spurting another wave of cream over him.
She sagged forward, totally spent, but Tonks wasn't done. She pounced, shoving her to the side and dropping down between Harry's legs. She licked her way up his cock, collecting Andromeda's mess, then sucked the head into her mouth with a moan.
Andromeda, still catching her breath, propped herself up and joined in. She kissed Tonks hard, then angled Harry's cock so they could both suck and lick at the same time. Their tongues tangled around the shaft, and their lips bumped as they fought over every inch.
They shared him equally, licking up and down, and trading the tip back and forth. Tonks deep-throated him, taking more than seemed possible, then pulled off to let Andromeda do the same. The two of them kept up the pace, competing to see who could make him lose control first.
Harry felt his balls tighten, and his whole body tensed. He grunted out a warning, but they didn't let up. Tonks milked his shaft, twisting her fist at the base while Andromeda sucked at the head. They switched up, and he exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum straight down Tonks's throat.
She swallowed greedily, then let the next spurt land on her tongue, where Andromeda scooped it up and shared it in a messy, tongue-twisting kiss. The rest dripped down Harry's cock and pooled on his stomach, which the two women lapped up together.
When it was over, they collapsed together in a pile, all three sticky, sweating, and spent. "That's one hell of a way to start your morning," Tonks sighed, nuzzling into Harry's side.
Andromeda just smiled, her eyes bright and alive. Harry ran a lazy hand through their hair, content to bask in their shared body heat.
Hogwarts Adventure
By nightfall, Harry had gone from utter exhaustion to a lazy post-coital sprawl across the sofa. His hair was still wet from the shower, and he'd used the time to try and wash away the sexual reek that seemed to have embedded itself in his skin. It was a lost cause, of course. The whole house faintly smelled of the day's activities. Andromeda and Tonks had joined him in the shower. It was supposed to be a quick washing, but it quickly devolved into another slippery, giggling session of pure depravity.
Now, in the dim living room, the women were draped on either side of him. The only thing they wore were matching, tissue-thin panties that clung to their hips and the swollen outlines of their puffy, sensitive pussies. The rest of their bodies were bared to the room. Andromeda's skin still glowed with a post-orgasmic flush. Her breasts were soft and heavy, and her nipples were a dusky pink against her pale chest. Tonks's hair had settled into a short, messy pixie cut that framed her heart-shaped face. She'd propped her head on his lap, flipping through a ripped and tattered Quidditch Quarterly as she absentmindedly stroked the inside of his thigh. Every so often, her hand would drift dangerously high.
Andromeda had claimed the crook of his arm, cuddling close with her head nestled on his shoulder and her delicate finger drawing pictures on his chest. She occasionally nipped at Harry's collarbone, her warm breath making his skin prickle. The three of them lay in a heap, and none of them was in a rush to move.
The earlier events on the couch kept flashing through his mind. He could still feel the giddy rush of fucking Tonks until she lost control, then watching Andromeda seduce him with the practiced confidence of a woman who'd been waiting her whole life for this. The memory made his cock twitch, and Tonks caught the movement, glancing up from under her fringe with a sly wink. If Harry turned his head, he could see dried streaks of white on the upholstery and the oily sheen of Andromeda's pussy juice when she dripped all over it. He wondered whether Ted would notice.
He didn't have long to wait. The front door creaked open, and it was quickly followed by Ted's voice booming, "I'm home!" Harry heard the shuffle of shoes and the thud of a heavy bag hitting the hardwood floor. Harry reflexively tensed, but neither woman moved to cover herself. Tonks just yawned, stretching her arms over her head and letting her tits rise and fall in plain sight. Andromeda lazily re-crossed her legs and sat up a little straighter, still comfortably bare.
Ted entered the room and scanned the scene, his eyes skimming over their half-dressed forms. For a brief second, Harry wondered what he would say, but then a broad, genuine smile spread across his face, and he clapped his hands together.
"It's good to see everyone getting along," he said. "Harry, did you have a good day at home with these two?"
Harry grinned, not even pretending to be embarrassed. "It was the best day I've had in quite a while, sir."
Tonks, ever the show-off, rolled onto her back and put her feet in Harry's lap. The crotch of her panties was damp and nearly see-through. "We took very good care of him," she said, swinging her legs so her toes brushed his crotch.
Ted just grinned, genuinely pleased, and collapsed into his armchair with a contented grunt. He unbuttoned his collar and let out a contented sigh. Harry tried to read his face for any sign of concern or jealousy, but it was just the easy amusement of a man who didn't know anything was abnormal.
"So, what's to eat?" Ted asked, looking expectantly at Andy.
Andromeda, who'd been toying with Harry's chest, straightened up. "Lasagna … It's almost done. And I baked a pie."
Ted's eyes lit up. "Oh, fantastic. I'm starving." He turned to Harry and winked conspiratorially. "You're a lucky man, you know. This one's the best cook in the country," he said, jerking his thumb toward Andromeda.
Andromeda stood and stretched, and Harry watched as her big tits bounced around. Just before leaving for the kitchen, she reached down and gave his crotch a possessive squeeze, making him jump. Tonks cackled, then rolled over and curled up at his side, her breasts pressing against his bicep.
Ted flicked on the wireless and settled back, humming along to some old Celestina Warbeck track while Tonks nuzzled Harry's neck and trailed her fingers up and down his arm. Harry was struck by the ordinariness of it all. He found it strange the way domestic life could resume after such utter depravity, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Tonks, Harry, and Andromeda had been reduced to a pile of wet, sticky bodies just hours before, and now they waited for dinner, as if this was just another Tuesday evening. It was completely bizarre, but Harry certainly wasn't going to complain.
He pulled Tonks tighter, and she purred cutely, shifting until her hand slipped under the waistband of his shorts. He caught her wrist, but only held it until Ted's attention drifted back to the wireless. He then let her continue. Her touches were feather-light as she idly played with him beneath the fabric. It was bold and risky, but Harry found he didn't care. The day had been wild, and it was only fair to continue that trend well into the night.
Andromeda returned with a tray, balancing a bottle of wine, a pair of mismatched glasses, and a fresh roll for Ted. She'd put on an apron, but nothing else, so the sides of her hips and the sway of her breasts were completely unobstructed. She poured Ted a glass and handed it to him, then filled one for herself and set the bottle within Harry's reach.
"Dinner will be done in a moment," she told them, and then perched on the arm of the sofa and sipped her wine. Her eyes flicked between Harry and Tonks before landing on the tent in Harry's shorts. "Let me know if you'd like something to nibble on before the main course," she purred.
Tonks laughed while she continued to caress his cock underneath his shorts. "You're insatiable." Andromeda responded with a smirk and an amused shrug.
The wireless droned on, and he could hear the clatter of forks in the kitchen. When Andromeda called them to the table, Tonks hopped up first, yanking Harry to his feet. Her panties were nearly transparent in the light, and they did nothing to hide the pink flush of her pussy. Harry followed, and Andromeda herded them both into the dining room, where she'd set out plates and napkins. The three of them sat together, and Ted joined them. He was the only one observing even a pretense of normalcy.
There was no awkwardness and no forced conversation. Andromeda talked about some new medical law at St. Mungo's and how the Ministry had gotten it all wrong, and Tonks told a story about a polyjuiced robber who'd tried to escape with a shipment of silver cauldrons. Ted asked Harry about Quidditch and whether he'd ever considered playing. Harry simply rolled with the punches and carried on a civilized conversation while two topless women ate dinner on either side of him. He would like to say that it was the strangest situation he had ever been in, but that would be a lie.
Chapter 20
The Burrow wasn't much to look at, but of course, Harry already knew this. The structure seemed to have been designed by a drunk blindly waving his wand. Each new story or extension seemed to have been added on with complete disregard for geometry or gravity. The whole thing leaned slightly toward the east, as if a strong gust of wind had tilted it to the side. The wooden roof tiles were a patchwork of new slats and some that had been weathered over time. Harry liked it. He liked how it refused to collapse, even when logic said it should. He liked how, even at a distance, you could hear the noise spilling out. He heard whoops of laughter, the pop of small explosions, and the shrill shriek of someone being chased down a staircase. He liked that the orchard was big enough to accommodate a game of Quidditch. He liked that the garden gnomes would give him the finger and run away, and he liked the smell of fried eggs that hung in the air around breakfast time. He could already smell them cooking.
He knocked on the door and waited. Ron had written a couple of days ago, inviting him over to the Burrow. Since he didn't have anything better to do, Harry took him up on his offer.
The door flew open, and Ron's freckled face popped out. His eyes were shining, and his hair stuck up in red tufts. "Harry! You made it, mate!" Ron's arms shot out and yanked him in. He then smacked him on the back with a force that nearly knocked the air from Harry's lungs.
"Easy, Ron. You're going to break my spine," Harry wheezed.
Ron chuckled and grinned. "If you think that's rough, just wait. Fred and George are at it again. Mum's going mental. You hungry? We've got, like, half a cow's worth of sausage left from breakfast."
Harry opened his mouth to say no, but then he caught the smell wafting in from the kitchen. He could smell buttered toast, sausages, and eggs. "Yeah, actually," he said. "I could eat."
Ron led the way through the cramped, crooked room. The walls were lined with family photos. There was a small Ginny Weasley with mashed carrots on her face. There was one of a much younger Percy holding up some award he had won, and there was a shot of all the Weasleys crammed together at the beach. They all smiled and waved at him as he passed.
As they passed the bottom of the stairs, a deafening BANG came from above, followed by the crash of something heavy. The ceiling shuddered, and Ron winced but didn't pause. "That'll be the twins. They're testing new fireworks. I'm surprised the house is still standing."
They rounded the corner into the kitchen, and Harry stopped short at the sight of Molly Weasley. She was at the stove with her back to them, humming tunelessly as she prodded at a pan. Her hair was a mass of fiery red curls pinned up in a haphazard knot. A few loose strands bounced with every movement. She wore a tissue-thin, powder-blue bathrobe cinched tight at the waist. The bottom barely covered her ass, exposing the backs of her legs and the tops of her thighs. The robe clung to the curves of her hips and billowed open at the front, hinting at the deep valley of her cleavage and the soft pink edges of her nipples. Harry's cock twitched so hard he was surprised it didn't smack the kitchen table.
Molly turned around at the sound of footsteps, and her smile was immediate and genuine. Harry got a proper look, and the sight almost made him stumble.
Molly Weasley was not the frumpy, dumpy matron he remembered her to be. She was an absolute knockout and built like a goddess. Her skin was smooth and pale, flecked with the faintest hint of freckles across her nose and shoulders. Her eyes were large and bright, and her lashes were long, thick, and dark. Her heart-shaped face was soft, with high cheekbones, a small, perfect nose, and full lips that were made to be wrapped around a cock.
But it was her body that caught the full brunt of his attention. The robe did nothing to hide the round, jiggling perfection of her tits. They bounced in perfect sync as she walked forward, and the top of the robe was open so much that Harry could see the inner slope of each tit all the way to the pink areola. Her waist was slim, and her hips were scandalously wide. Her smooth thighs were thick and soft, tapering to calves he longed to caress.
She saw Harry, and her lovely face lit up. "Harry, dear! You made it." She wiped her hands on the robe and hurried over, the motion sending both breasts bouncing in hypnotic waves. Harry tried to keep his eyes up, but he obviously failed. She didn't seem to mind.
She wrapped him in a hug and pressed every inch of her body to his. He felt her tits flatten against his chest, and he deliberately angled his hips so his hard-on pressed right into the top of her thigh. He knew she'd feel it. He wanted her to. He smirked when he heard her gasp.
Molly went stiff, just for a second. She pulled back, and her eyes darted down. Her sexy mouth parted in a little O of shock. She looked up, met Harry's gaze, and shuddered. Then she burst out giggling. "Well, aren't you just full of surprises?" she said in a low purr. "Come in, come in, don't just stand there in the doorway."
Harry grinned stupidly and stepped aside so Ron could get through. Ron immediately bee-lined to the table, scooped a sausage off a plate, and started chewing. Harry dropped his bag by the kitchen entrance.
Molly ushered Harry to a chair and made a show of bending over to grab the tea kettle. Her robe hiked up and exposed the full roundness of her ass. She poured a cup for him, set it on the table, then sat herself on the edge of a nearby stool. She crossed her legs, showing off the long, smooth stretch of thigh, and angled her body so Harry could see all the way up the robe if he tried. He immediately tried.
"So, Harry … I'm so glad you decided to come," Molly told him while Ron pigged out on sausage. Her tone was perfectly even, but her eyes were locked on the bulge straining against his zipper.
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasey. I'm happy to be here," Harry replied, trying to sound casual. He sipped the tea while staring at her sexy legs and bulging tits.
Molly gave him a look that said she knew exactly what was up. "Well, we're delighted to have you. I hope you'll be comfortable … though with all these boys in the house, I'm not sure we have a bed left that isn't broken." She laughed, and her tits bounced with every breath.
Harry barely heard a word she said. His eyes traveled up her leg to where it met the robe. Seeing this, Molly subtly parted her legs just enough for him to see a flash of her smooth, bare pussy lips. The scent of her arousal drifted into his nostrils, and his cock strained in his trousers.
Ron, oblivious to everything, grabbed another sausage and talked through a mouthful. "Fred and George said they want to throw the quaffle around later. We have a few extra brooms. They're pretty old and slow, but at least they stay in the air." Ron then noticed the bulge in Harry's lap. "Did you bring a cucumber to snack on or something, mate?" he asked, clearly confused.
Harry chuckled and didn't bother hiding it. "I'm just excited for breakfast, I guess."
Molly snorted at his cluelessness. "Boys," she said, rolling her eyes. She reached out and lightly caressed Harry's forearm. Her fingers were warm and soft. "You'll have to excuse them. They're not used to polite company."
"Oh, I don't mind," Harry said. He stared between Molly's legs, and in response, she spread them a little wider, displaying the entirety of her bald pussy. Molly's lips curled into a sly smile. She moved in a way that intentionally made her robe pull to the side, exposing her hard nipple.
They sat in a sexually charged silence while Ron finished eating. Harry was openly staring at Molly's body while she giddily showed it off. The twins thudded down the stairs, one after the other. Their faces sported identical, wide grins. "Harry!" Fred yelled. "Are you up for a game of Exploding Snap?"
"Or maybe we can sneak into town for a quick drink!" George added, wagging his eyebrows.
Molly shot them both a glare. "If you two set off another firework, I swear I'll chop you up and feed you to the gnomes." She turned to Harry, and her expression softened. "Don't let them get you in trouble. Good men are hard to find," she said seductively.
Harry could hear the double meaning, and he caught the way her eyes kept darting to his lap. He spread his knees, just a little, and let her see the full outline of his cock. It was fully hard, and it stretched the seam of his jeans.
The twins darted out, leaving the three of them alone again. Ron mumbled something about "helping Fred and George" and vanished, leaving Harry and Molly facing each other across the table.
Molly exhaled slowly. She hopped off the stool, stood up, and her robe shifted again. This time, Harry got a full view of her smooth, puffy mound. She took two steps and stopped at his side.
"Would you like a sausage?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Harry shook his head. "I should be asking you that," he said, blunt as a hammer.
Molly froze. For a split second, she looked shocked. Then a look of pure delight spread across her gorgeous face. "Cheeky boy," she whispered.
He stood, pushing his chair back. He towered over her, but she didn't seem intimidated. She looked up, licked her lips, and let her eyes travel from his face to his chest. They then went down to the bulge in his jeans. Harry reached out and brushed his hands against her waist, just above the belt of the robe. He squeezed, and Molly's eyes fluttered while she let out a little moan.
"Welcome to the Burrow," she said through her shudder. Molly leaned in and pressed her tits into his chest again. Harry could feel her hard nipples.
Harry leaned in. "I hope I'll enjoy my stay," he said, grinding his cock against her hip.
Molly let out a ragged breath and smiled. "Oh, you will," she promised. She ran her hands up his back before stepping away, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright.
"Go upstairs and settle in," she told him. "I'll be up to check on you in a bit."
She left the room with her hips swaying, and the curve of her ass was outlined through the thin robe. Harry watched her go, already plotting all the ways he could make her lose control.
Upstairs, the twins cackled, and the house shook with the force of their antics. But all Harry could think about was the weight of Molly's tits against his chest, the softness of her waist under his palm, and the scent of her wet pussy. He hadn't even unpacked his bag, and he was already desperate to fuck her. He smiled to himself, grabbed his bag, and went for the stairs.
Harry shouldered his bag and started up the Burrow's creaky staircase. The walls were lined with more lopsided family photos. As he climbed, he replayed every bounce and sway of Molly's tits in slow motion. He nearly missed the landing, which would've been embarrassing as hell. He paused to get his bearings. Ron's room was farther up, but Harry's feet led him the other way, toward the sound of a wizard wireless playing an upbeat tune.
He stopped in front of a door decorated with stickers of Harpies Quidditch players. The name 'Ginny' was spelled out in wonky, glittery letters. Harry hesitated for a moment and then knocked gently.
The music cut off. There was a muffled thump, a frantic shuffle, and a muffled "bloody hell." After a second, the door cracked open, and Ginny Weasley's face appeared in the gap. She wore no makeup, but her cheeks were flushed, and her copper-red hair tumbled over her shoulders. It was the rest of her that caught Harry's full and undivided attention.
Ginny wore a thin, low-cut tank top in canary yellow. It was so tight and sheer that the outline of her nipples was visible through the cotton. The shirt ended just below her perky tits, exposing her flat, smooth stomach and the sweet dip above her belly button. She had on the tiniest pair of light pink panties Harry had ever seen. The waistband hung low on her hips, and the fabric barely covered anything at all. Her legs were long and lightly toned, and her skin looked silky smooth. Her state of undress did nothing to help the raging erection hiding in his trousers.
She tried to cross her arms over her chest, but the pose only squeezed her tits together and made them look even rounder. "Um … hi," she said, her eyes wide. "Can I help you?"
Harry grinned, putting on his most disarming smile. "Hey, Ginny. Sorry to bother you. I'm Harry Potter … Ron's friend. I was just on my way up and thought I'd say hi." He deliberately let his gaze drop, taking in every inch of her body. He let out a low whistle. "Wow. You look … incredible."
Ginny's blush deepened several shades, and she shifted her weight from foot to foot. "It's just … um … well … thank you," she muttered, clearly embarrassed but also pleased at the attention. "I didn't think anyone would be up here yet."
Harry rested his shoulder against the doorframe and leaned in close to her, making her tilt her head back to meet his eyes. "You should dress like this more often. You'll make half the wizards in England pass out."
Ginny snorted out a little laugh that ended in a snicker. "Are you kidding? Everyone knows when it comes to … that … men are useless."
He raised an eyebrow. "Not all of us," he told her and looked down at his own crotch. Ginny's eyes followed, and she gasped loudly at the sight of his enormous bulge. She looked up at his eyes in complete shock. She had always been told that men had no desire for women, and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to do anything about it due to their pathetic junk. Now she had a man at her door who proved that this wasn't always the case. She swallowed loudly.
They stood in awkward silence for a moment, both acutely aware of how hard they were staring at each other. Harry remembered the version of Ginny he used to know. She was shy and nervous, and she barely spoke a word in his presence … at least for the first few years. This Ginny was completely different.
"Um … do you want to come in?" Ginny asked in a trembling voice.
"I'd love to," Harry said. He slipped past her into the room, and his hand brushed her bare hip as he did. She shuddered at his touch and quickly shut the door behind him. Her bedroom was neat and sunlit, and it was filled with Quidditch posters, a shelf of books, and a desk piled with parchment and ink. There was a battered broomstick leaning against the wall.
Ginny sat on the edge of her bed and tucked her legs under herself, which did nothing to hide her panties. She gripped a pillow and squeezed it between her thighs. She then looked up at Harry with a nervous expression.
"So … is this your first time staying at the Burrow?" Ginny asked, not knowing what else to say. Of course, she quickly realized how stupid her question was and blushed like a fool. Harry chuckled in response.
"Yeah. I was hoping to see the famous Weasley hospitality in action," Harry said, moving closer. He dropped his bag to the floor and sat down next to her, close enough that their knees touched.
Ginny's eyes were fixed on his face, but they quickly lowered to his crotch. "Ron said you were coming, but I didn't think …" She stopped herself, and her face got even redder.
Harry cocked his head. "Didn't think what?" he asked.
She bit her lip. "I didn't think you'd be so … fit … or that you'd want to talk to me."
"Are you kidding?" He reached out, caught a lock of her hair, and twirled it around his finger. "I've been curious about you ever since I saw you at the train station. And now, seeing you like this …" He let his eyes rake over her body, blatantly checking out her sweet curves. "You're gorgeous, Ginny."
For a long second, she didn't respond. Then she let out a nervous laugh and rolled her eyes. "You're such a git."
Harry shrugged with a smirk. "I suppose that's true."
Ginny smiled shyly and dropped the pillow. Harry's eyes immediately swung to the crotch of her panties. The thin material clung to her body, and Harry could see the shape of her lips and slit through it.
"So, is it true what they say about Harry Potter?" she asked.
He smirked. "That depends. What do they say?"
"I've been writing my friend who's in Gryffindor with you, and she says that you're absolutely rubbish at behaving yourself around pretty girls." She looked up at him, and he could see the desperate need in her eyes.
"Guilty as charged," Harry unapologetically said, leaning closer. Ginny's breathing picked up, and she was practically vibrating with excitement.
He reached out and ran his hand up her thigh, loving how soft and smooth her delicate skin felt beneath his palm. Ginny inhaled sharply and spread her legs just a fraction, inviting him to go further. Harry let his fingertips trace the hem of her panties, and she shivered as she closed her eyes and bit back a whimper.
"Are you always this forward with your guests?" he teased.
Ginny shook her head. "Never. Only with you."
The admission was so honest that Harry almost felt bad for teasing her … almost. He pressed his palm flat against her inner thigh and squeezed, earning a delicious gasp from Ginny. She looked down at his hand and blushed madly.
Harry was about to say something else, but Ginny cut him off. She reached out, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him into a desperate, hungry kiss. Her lips were soft but insistent, and her tongue darted into his mouth with a confidence that surprised them both.
He kissed her back and slid his hand up her thigh to cup her thong-clad ass. Ginny's hips bucked forward, grinding against his palm, and she let out a muffled moan into his mouth. Harry captured her soft, warm tongue between his lips and sucked on it, making her whimper cutely.
They broke apart only when Ginny needed to breathe. She licked her lips and stared at Harry with an intensity that was almost predatory. "You're … really good at that," she said, her voice thick with arousal.
"So are you," Harry replied while squeezing her ass.
Ginny ran her hands up and down his arms, marveling at the way his muscles flexed under her touch. "I always wondered what it would be like to have a guy in my room," she admitted shyly. "It's kind of a dream come true."
Harry smiled while teasing her soft skin. "The best is yet to come," he assured her.
They sat in silence as their hands explored. Their eyes were locked together as each dared the other to make the next move. Ginny was the first to speak.
"Do you want to touch me?" she asked breathlessly.
Harry nodded and kissed her again. He let his hand wander, slipping under the waistband of her panties and caressing the softness of her bare pussy. Ginny shuddered, clutched his arm, and bucked her hips forward, desperate for more.
Harry let go of her lips and ran his fingers through her folds. "You're already so wet," he teased. "Is this living up to your fantasy?"
Ginny whimpered and nodded furiously. "It's better than I imagined."
He pressed his lips to her neck, kissing and biting gently while his fingers teased the slick folds of her pussy. Ginny's entire body arched into him, and she let out a strangled moan, muffling it against his shoulder.
Harry's massive cock was straining in his jeans. Ginny reached down, found his cock, and squeezed it through the fabric. She looked up at him with a desperate expression. "Can I see it?" she asked in a shaky voice.
Harry grinned, stood up, and pulled his jeans down.