Chapter 4 - Playing with Hermione
Harry woke up early the next morning, already hard and wanting more of what he experienced the night before. He rubbed himself off in the shower and got dressed before going down to breakfast, a jump in his step at his newfound confidence from yesterday's events. The three mothers were already there, sitting together and chatting quietly amongst themselves.
The women were dressed beautifully as always, each one showcasing their own unique style. Lily wore a flowing summer dress that accentuated her curves perfectly while Emma donned a tight pair of short shorts paired with a cropped tank top that left her midriff exposed. Meanwhile, Anastasia had opted for a sleek, form-fitting gown that clung to her figure like a second skin.
As Harry sat down at the table, he couldn't help but wonder if the three mothers remembered anything from the previous night. He knew that Lily had been quite drunk, and Emma and Anastasia had been drinking heavily as well.
"Good morning, ladies," Harry said, smiling at the visions of beauty before him as he took his seat.
Lily looked up at him and smiled warmly. "Good morning, Harry! Did you sleep well?"
Harry nodded. "I did, actually. It was the best night of sleep I've had in years, to be honest."
Emma blushed slightly at Harry's words, but met his eyes with a grin nonetheless. "That's good to hear," she replied, her voice soft and sultry. She was wearing a knowing smile, as if she remembered very well what had happened the previous night. Her cheeks flushed with a deep blush as their eyes met, remembering all to well how she had flashed him her tits the previous night.
But the woman who caught Harry's attention the most was Anastasia. She winked at him mischievously from across the table, protruding one of her cheeks with her tongue and discreetly mimicking the act of giving a blowjob with her hand. Harry felt his cock twitch involuntarily at the sight, his thoughts immediately returning to the image of the milf sucking him off under the table.
It was clear that Anastasia remembered very well what had transpired the previous night, and she seemed to have no regrets about it either. In fact, she appeared to be rather proud of herself, judging by the self-satisfied look on her face. Harry blushed at the thought, his mind racing with thoughts of all the things they could do together if given the chance.
Lily, as the heaviest drinker of the group, seemed to be completely oblivious to the events of the previous night. She was chatting away with Emma and Anastasia as if nothing had happened, completely unaware of the fact that she, too, had flashed her tits to her son and the rest of the group.
As they ate, the topic of conversation eventually turned to flying, and how Emma, being a muggle, had never had the experience of flying on a broom before.
"Oh, you really must give it a try sometime, Emma," Anastasia said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "There's truly nothing quite like it - the feeling of freedom, the wind rushing past your face, the sense of exhilaration... it's simply indescribable."
Emma nodded, her eyes wide with excitement. "Yes, I'd love to try it sometime! Would you take me?" she asked, looking at the three of them with a hopeful expression on her face.
Lily looked at her friend thoughtfully for a moment before speaking up. "You should go with Harry, Emma," she suggested. "He's the best flyer out of all of us, so he'll be able to guide you safely through the skies, while giving you the best experience possible."
At Lily's suggestion, Emma turned to Harry, her eyes pleading with him. "Please, Harry," she implored, leaning forward in her seat slightly, causing her large cleavage to nearly spill out of her crop-top. "Will you take me for a flight? I've always wanted to try it, but I've never had the chance before."
Harry felt his cock twitch at the sight of Emma's ample breasts, which were now on full display thanks to her leaning forward. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his thoughts focused on the conversation at hand.
Had she asked him this the day before, he would have been a stuttering fool, unable to form coherent sentences due to his nerves and her tantalising sex appeal. But now, after last night's events, he found himself basking in a newfound sense of confidence. If there was ever a time to change up his approach, it was now.
And so, with newfound confidence, Harry grinned back at Emma, his gaze lingering on her cleavage just long enough to make her blush. "Of course, Emma," he said, his voice steady and sure. "I'd be happy to take you for a flight."
Emma squealed with delight, clapping her hands together excitedly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed, before leaping out of her chair and throwing her arms around Harry's neck.
Harry felt his cock twitch again as Emma hugged him, her large breasts pressing against his chest. He could feel her nipples hardening against him, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal wash over him, his erection pressing against her tight body.
"When can we go?" Emma asked, her voice breathless with excitement as she leaned into him.
Harry tried to suppress the images flooding his mind, fearing he might lose control otherwise. "Just let me know whenever you want a go at my broomstick," he told her, smirking playfully. "And I'll be happy to oblige."
At these words, Emma's cheeks flared up in a deep shade of pink, and Harry knew that she had caught his meaning. She pulled away from him, giggling nervously as she took her seat once more.
"How about in an hour?" she suggested, still smiling widely through her blush.
Harry nodded. "Sounds good to me," he replied, grinning back at her. "I'll be in the library, so just come find me when you're ready."
With that, Harry excused himself from the table, making his way to the library to read for a bit. As he walked, he couldn't help but think about the upcoming flight, imagining the two of them soaring high above the ground, their bodies pressed close together as they flew through the air. The mere thought made his heart race with anticipation, wondering where the afternoon would lead them.
As Harry entered the library, he found that he wasn't the only one who had decided to spend the morning reading. Hermione was already there, lying on her stomach on one of the sofas, engrossed in a large tome.
Harry smiled to himself, appreciating the view as he approached her. Hermione's ass was on full display, the tiny skirt she wore barely covering anything at all. Harry couldn't help but stare at the doughy cheeks of her ass, admiring the way they jiggled as she shifted her weight on the sofa.
"Morning, Hermione," he greeted her as he drew near.
Hermione looked up from her book, surprised by his sudden appearance. Her baggy crop top and lack of bra meant that her tits weren't fully covered as she sat up, revealing her perky nipples to his eager gaze for a split second.
"Oh, hello Harry," she replied, her cheeks flushing as she realised what she had unintentionally exposed. "I didn't see you there."
Harry couldn't help but chuckle at her embarrassment, finding it endearing. "Don't mind me," he teased, winking at her mischievously. "I'm just here to do some reading myself."
Hermione rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't hide the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Well then, don't let me disturb you," she said, turning her attention back to her book, making herself comfortable by laying down across the couch again.
And while his initial intention was indeed to sit down and read, Harry quickly discovered that he wouldn't get much actual reading done today with a barely-clothed Hermione lying just next to him. Instead, Harry decided to have a bit of fun. With his newfound confidence, he saw no reason not to seize the opportunity Hermione had presented him with.
And so, without further ado, Harry drew a random book from the shelf and sat down on the same sofa as Hermione, putting her feet in his lap to make enough space for the both of them.
The young woman seemed a little embarrassed by the sudden proximity between them, but didn't protest or move away. Instead, she simply continued reading, trying to ignore the fact that Harry's hands were now resting on the smooth skin of her calves.
From his vantage point, Harry had a perfect view of Hermione's lower half. Her short skirt barely covered her ass, giving him a clear view of her soft, plump cheeks. Harry couldn't help but stare, his mind quickly filled with dirty thoughts.
Experimentally, he started massaging her legs gently, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin beneath his fingers. At first, Hermione seemed to tense up slightly, unsure how to react to this unexpected intimacy. But soon enough, she relaxed into it, letting out a content sigh as Harry's strong hands kneaded her calves.
As he continued massaging her legs, Harry noticed that Hermione's thighs began to move slightly apart, allowing him a glimpse of her tiny thong. Harry couldn't help but stare, his cock twitching in his pants as he imagined what lay hidden beneath the thin strip of fabric.
Before he knew it, he noticed a strange smell wafting through the air. It smelled exceedingly feminine, like the scent of a woman's pussy juices. Harry couldn't believe it - could it be that Hermione was getting aroused? He breathed in deeply, taking in the intoxicating smell and letting it fuel his growing arousal.
Without thinking, Harry moved closer to Hermione, positioning himself so that her ass was now directly over his crotch. He could feel her heat radiating through her shorts, warming his own crotch in response. Harry couldn't resist any longer - he had to touch her.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Harry reached for the hem of Hermione's skirt, lifting it ever-so-slightly to reveal the bottom of her round, fleshy ass, before flipping it gently over her back. Harry swallowed hard, staring at the sight before him, unable to tear his gaze away. He felt beads of sweat form on his brow as his cock throbbed with desire.
"H-Harry?" Hermione stammered, her voice quivering with uncertainty, but never leaving the book in front of her.
"Anything wrong?" Harry asked, feigning innocence as he lightly brushed his fingers against her firm, round asscheeks.
Hermione blushed at Harry's touch, looking around nervously. "N-no, nothing's wrong," she answered, biting her lower lip.
With a sly grin, Harry began massaging Hermione's ass, feeling the soft, pliant flesh beneath his fingers. The girl gasped at the sudden contact, but made no attempt to pull away.
Encouraged by her lack of resistance, Harry started massaging her ass gently, loving the feeling of her soft, warm flesh beneath his fingertips. He went slower, caressing every inch of her thighs, traipsing through her plush bum gently, centimeter by centimeter.
It wasn't long before he heard Hermione's breathing quicken, telling him all he needed to know about her excitement. She tried to keep still, focusing on her book, pretending to read, but her body betrayed her true feelings.
Daring to go further, Harry moved his fingers to Hermione's waistband, gently sliding his hand along her tiny thong. He could feel her heat radiating through the thin fabric, making his cock throb with anticipation.
Slowly, Harry slid his fingers under Hermione's thong, brushing against her wet, swollen labia. Hermione gasped at the sudden contact, her whole body tensing up as she instinctively clamped her thighs shut, trapping Harry's hand between her legs.
Harry chuckled at her reaction, not minding the slight discomfort. He waited patiently, letting her adjust to the sensation, knowing that she would soon open up to him again.
Sure enough, after a few moments, Hermione's thighs slowly spread apart once more, allowing Harry to continue exploring her sopping wet pussy. Slowly, he began rubbing her swollen lips, eliciting another moan from the young woman.
"Harry...what are you doing? Someone might see..." Hermione mumbled, her voice filled with both excitement and trepidation.
"Don't worry, no one's around," Harry reassured her, not bothering to mention the fact that he had told her mother to come find him here in just a few moments. "Just relax and enjoy yourself, Hermione."
Harry smiled as he continued to explore Hermione's most intimate parts, continuing to massage her hips as he kept stroking her slit from behind. Little by little, her inhibitions faded away, replaced by sheer pleasure.
Soon enough, she started grinding her hips into his touch, rubbing herself against Harry's hand as she lost herself in the moment. Harry grinned, his cock throbbing uncontrollably inside his pants as he watched her writhe in delight.
Knowing that they didn't have much time left, Harry decided to take things to the next level. Carefully, he inserted two fingers into Hermione's sopping wet cunt, causing her to gasp in surprise.
"Oh, Harry...!" she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure.
Harry couldn't help but smile at her reaction, realising just how much she was enjoying this unexpected encounter. Feeling emboldened by her response, he started fingerfucking her slowly, revelling in the feeling of her tight, wet pussy wrapped around his fingers.
As he picked up the pace, Hermione's moans grew louder and louder, filling the library with the sweet sound of her pleasure. Harry could feel her inner walls contracting around his fingers, squeezing them tightly as if begging for more.
He loved how responsive she was, how easily aroused she became. As he rubbed her, he finally let his other hand sneak its way underneath her top, groping one of her luscious tits. Hermione cried out softly, gripping the sofa tightly, her book long forgotten, as she pushed herself back onto Harry's fingers.
Her reaction was all that was needed to know what came next: Harry flicked his thumb across her clit as he pumped two fingers deep inside her, plunging into her hot, silky depths again and again, sending waves of euphoric sensation coursing through her whole body.
"Fuck, Harry! You're going to make me cum!" Hermione gasped, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she felt her orgasm building within her.
"That's the idea," Harry smirked, increasing the tempo of his thrusts as he fingered her even faster.
Within seconds, Hermione was cumming hard, her juices flowing freely down Harry's arm as she screamed out her release. Her whole body shuddered violently, shaking with spasms of pure bliss as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
As she came down from her high, Hermione looked up at Harry with a dazed expression, her eyes half-lidded and her cheeks flushed red. "Wow...that was amazing..." she whispered, panting heavily as she caught her breath.
Harry simply smiled at her, pulling his fingers free from her dripping snatch. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, bringing his glistening digits up to his mouth and sucking off every last drop of her delicious nectar.
Hermione blushed bright red at the sight of Harry licking her juices off his fingers. She couldn't believe what had just happened - she had never been so turned on before, and she certainly hadn't expected it to happen like this.
Without thinking, Harry reached out and gave her ass a playful slap. The loud crack of flesh on flesh echoed throughout the library, drawing a surprised yelp from Hermione.
She looked back at him, her face beet red with embarrassment. "What was that for?" she demanded, trying to sound angry, but failing miserably.
Harry grinned wickedly at her, his eyes shining with mischief. "Just making sure you don't forget this moment," he replied, giving her a cheeky wink.
"Oh, and to let you know that Emma should be arriving soon," Harry mentioned casually, almost forgetting about the impending arrival of her mother.
At these words, Hermione suddenly sat bolt upright, looking absolutely mortified. She scrambled to fix her clothes, trying to cover herself as best as she could. "You - you deviant!" she gasped, trying to look stern, but failing.
And not a moment too soon, either. Just as she finished fixing her skirt, Emma walked into the library, calling out Harry's name cheerily.
"Hey there, Harry! Are you ready for our flight yet? I can't wait any longer!" she exclaimed excitedly, completely oblivious to the scene that had unfolded mere moments ago.
Harry grinned at her, hiding his smirk behind a nonchalant facade. "Sure thing, Emma. Let me just put this book away first."
As he stood up, he glanced over at Hermione, who was still sitting on the couch, wide-eyed and shocked. Harry winked at her, mouthing 'see you later' before turning around and leaving the library with Emma.
His only regret was that he couldn't find release himself. Well, he would just have to take his raging hormones out on an unsuspecting Emma instead...
Chapter 5: Groping Emma! - After fingering Hermione in the library, Harry is left with a raging erection. Stuck with her mother on a broomstick for the next couple of hours, Harry can't help but take his sexual frustration out on her...
Chapter 5 - Groping Emma
Harry and Emma stepped out of the manor, and were greeted by a beautiful summer's day. The sun was shining brightly in the clear blue sky, casting a warm glow over the sprawling grounds of the Potter estate. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze.
In other words, it was the perfect day for a little bit of flying.
Emma looked excited as she gazed out over the vast expanse of green lawn, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Harry couldn't help but feel a thrill run through him as well. He had always loved flying, ever since he first learned how to control a broomstick as a young boy. There was just something about soaring through the air, feeling the wind whip past you, and seeing the world below from a bird's eye view.
And now, he would get to experience that feeling pressed up against Emma.
"Are you ready to take to the skies, Emma?" Harry asked, turning to her with a grin.
"Absolutely!" Emma replied, practically bouncing up and down with excitement, her big breasts jiggling enticingly in her crop-top. "I can't wait to see what it feels like to fly!"
Harry couldn't help but notice the impracticality of Emma's outfit, given the occasion. Sure, the tight crop-top and short shorts looked great on her, accentuating her curves and showing off her long, toned legs, but they weren't exactly the best attire for a flight. All it would take was a gust of wind to catch the fabric of her crop-top and send it fluttering away, leaving her bare chest exposed to the world. The thought of that happening made Harry's cock throb in his trousers, and he had to adjust himself discreetly to hide his growing arousal.
"Well, let's get going then," Harry said, as he summoned his broom from his room. It came soaring out of the house, hovering gracefully in midair as it waited for its master to mount it.
Emma watched with wide eyes as the broom came to a stop in front of her, hovering invitingly at waist height. Harry could tell she was nervous, but also eager to give it a try.
"Ladies first," Harry said, gesturing towards the broom with an elegant wave of his hand.
Now, normally, guest fliers sat at the back, hanging onto the flyer for dear life as they soared through the skies. But Emma didn't know that, and Harry wasn't about to correct her. No, he wanted to be the one touching her, feeling her body press up against his own as they flew together. So instead, he suggested that she sit in front, with him wrapped around her waist, holding onto her hips.
Emma, oblivious to his ulterior motives, readily agreed, climbing aboard the broom and settling herself comfortably in front of Harry. As soon as she was settled, Harry mounted behind her, wrapping his arms around the smooth skin of her thin waist and pulling her close. He could feel her soft curves pressing up against him, her plump ass pushing back against his swelling cock.
"Ready?" Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in close to Emma's ear.
Emma nodded, her heart pounding with excitement as she gripped the handlebars of the broom tightly. Harry could feel her trembling slightly, whether from fear or anticipation, he couldn't quite tell. But he knew that whatever the reason, it was a good sign.
Harry gripped the broom with one hand, the other wrapped securely around Emma's waist, holding her close as they took off into the sky. The wind whipped past them, rushing through their hair and clothes, making Emma's crop-top flutter and her short shorts ride up, revealing more of her toned thighs. The sudden acceleration caused her perky butt to push back against Harry's crotch, rubbing against his hardening dick.
Harry couldn't help but grow to full mast as he felt Emma's firm bottom grinding against his swelling manhood. He could feel her soft curves pressing up against him, her full breasts pressing against his arm. The sensation was intoxicating, and Harry couldn't help but grow even harder as he held her close. He had been forced to leave Hermione with a severe case of blue balls earlier, and now he was determined not to make the same mistake again.
"Oh my god, this is amazing!" Emma cried out, her voice carried away by the wind as they soared higher and higher into the sky.
Harry couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. She was having the time of her life, and he was glad to be able to provide her with such a unique experience. And as they flew, Harry couldn't help but think about all the other ways he could make her scream out with delight.
Eventually, after reaching cruising altitude, Emma relaxed against him, resting her head on his shoulder and leaning back into his embrace. Harry held her hips, enjoying the feeling of her curvy ass pressing back against his crotch as they flew. With each bump and twist of the broom, he could feel her plump butt moving against him, teasing his already rock-hard erection.
No longer needing to have a hand on the broom, he let it relax on Emma's thigh instead, gently caressing her smooth skin as they flew. His other hand was busy exploring the rest of her body, tracing patterns on her flat stomach, brushing against the underside of her large breasts, and occasionally dipping lower to play with the hem of her short shorts.
"How are you doing up there, Emma?" Harry asked, his lips almost brushing against her ear as he spoke. "Are you enjoying the ride?"
"Yes, it's amazing!" Emma replied, her voice breathless with excitement. "I never imagined flying could be so much fun!"
"Glad to hear it," Harry said, smiling to himself. "But I have a feeling we can make this ride even more exciting."
With that, he increased the speed of the broom, causing Emma's curvy ass to push back against his crotch even harder. The friction between her firm bottom and his swollen cock sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, making him groan softly with desire.
Emma let out a low moan over the wind rushing past them, grinding her luscious ass back against Harry's throbbing cock. Harry could tell she was enjoying this just as much as he was, if not more.
"Faster, Harry!" Emma cried out, her voice filled with excitement. "I want to feel the wind whipping past us even faster!"
Harry was more than happy to oblige. He pushed the broom to its limits, soaring through the sky at breakneck speeds. The wind roared past them, tearing at their clothes and making Emma's short shorts flutter wildly around her thighs. Harry felt himself getting even harder as he watched the fabric fluttering around her skin, teasing him with glimpses of her smooth thighs and the hint of her lacy underwear.
Then, without warning, Harry made a sharp dive, sending the wind rushing past them at even greater speeds. Emma gasped as the cool breeze rushed into her cleavage, pushing the fabric down and exposing her bare breasts to the world. Her nipples were stiff and sensitive, standing proudly at attention as the wind blew across them. Harry couldn't help but stare, transfixed by the sight of her beautiful, bare tits.
But Emma was too busy clinging to the broom for dear life to fix her top, leaving her bouncing breasts exposed to the elements. Harry's eyes were drawn to the sight, unable to look away as her delicious tits jiggled enticingly in front of him. Up and down he soared, making sharp turns and twists, sending her curvy figure flying every which way. Each new movement sent her voluptuous body rolling and bouncing, her heavy breasts jiggling and shaking as they went.
By now, Harry's cock was rock-hard, straining painfully inside his trousers, and he was certain that Emma could feel it pressing against her ass. But rather than being repulsed or scared, she seemed to be enjoying the sensation, grinding her plump ass back against him with renewed vigour.
Finally, Harry slowed the broom down, bringing it to a gentle hover above the lake. They floated there for a moment, taking in the beauty of the scenery below them. Then, Emma turned to face him, her big brown eyes sparkling with excitement.
"That was amazing, Harry! You're an incredible flyer!" she gushed, smiling up at him with a look of pure joy on her face.
As Emma turned to face him, her big breasts came into full view, bouncing enticingly in front of him. Harry couldn't help but stare, mesmerised by the sight of her perfect, round tits. They were large and firm, with dark pink nipples that stood proudly at attention. Harry's mouth watered at the sight, and he couldn't help but imagine what they would taste like.
Emma seemed to have noticed his gaze, for she giggled lightly and blushed, covering her chest with one arm as she looked away.
"I'm sorry, Harry," she said, her voice soft and shy. "I didn't mean to flash you like that. It's just... I got carried away with the excitement of the flight, and I forgot to hold my top down."
"Don't apologise, Emma," Harry said, his voice deep and husky with desire. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Your body is beautiful, and I wouldn't mind seeing more of it."
At his words, Emma's blush deepened, spreading from her cheeks all the way down to her neck. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered her arm, revealing her gorgeous tits once again. Harry couldn't believe how lucky he was, having such a stunning woman practically offering herself up to him like this.
"Well, you've already seen them once, so I guess there's no harm in letting you see them again," Emma said, a playful smile playing at the corners of her lips. "But only if you promise not to tell anyone about it."
"Of course, Emma," Harry agreed, his eyes locked onto her beautiful tits. "I would never betray your generous trust like that."
As he spoke, Harry couldn't help but caress the smooth skin of her toned stomach, not quite brave enough to cop a feel of her tender flesh yet. But the touch seemed to send shivers down Emma's spine, causing her to gasp softly and bite her lower lip.
"Hey, Harry, why don't we land over there, by the lake's edge?" Emma suggested, pointing towards a secluded spot obscured by the nearby forest. "It looks like a nice place to rest for a bit, and I have a problem I need to take care off."
Harry nodded, turning the broom towards the spot she had indicated. They glided slowly over the water, watching the ripples spread out in their wake, until they reached the secluded area. Harry brought the broom down gently, landing smoothly on the soft grass.
As soon as they landed, Emma climbed off the broom, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back. Since she seemed to have no intention of fixing her crop-top, her magnificent tits swayed freely in front of her, capturing Harry's complete attention. He watched with rapt fascination as her globes bounced and shook, totally hypnotised by the sight.
"What seems to be the problem, Emma?" Harry asked, trying to sound casual, even as his eyes remained fixed on her naked breasts.
"Well, if have to fly another fifteen minutes with that monster of yours pressing against my core, there's no telling what I might end up doing," Emma replied, looking down at Harry's crotch with a mischievous grin. "And since I'm a married woman, I would prefer if we could do something about it before I do something I might end up regretting later."
Harry's heart skipped a beat as he realised what she was getting at. He glanced down at his crotch, where his enormous erection was clearly visible, tenting his trousers in a most obvious manner. Emma's words had awakened a raging desire within him, and there was no way he could keep his cock in check for much longer. He could feel himself growing harder by the second, as the blood rushed to his throbbing shaft.
"But know that this is just a one-time thing, okay?" Emma added quickly, as if sensing Harry's thoughts. "This is just a special treat, because you took me flying today," she explained, giving him a wink.
With those words, Emma dropped to her knees, crawling over to Harry as she undid his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. She pulled down his trousers and boxers in one swift motion, freeing his massive erection to the cool breeze. It sprung free, nearly hitting her in the face as it waved proudly in the air.
"Oh my god, it's huge!" Emma exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at Harry's massive manhood. "No wonder Anastasia wanted a go. This thing must be nine inches long and thick as a club! How did you ever manage to hide this monstrous tool inside your trousers without everyone knowing about it?"
Harry couldn't help but swell even further at her praise, growing longer and thicker than before, pressing heavily against her face. Emma's eyes widened even more as she felt the sheer power of it. Harry's cock throbbed and twitched, pulsating with desire, as if begging for more attention.
Emma licked her lips hungrily, unable to resist the temptation any longer. With trembling hands, she wrapped her fingers around Harry's girthy shaft, marvelling at its size and weight. Harry let out a low groan as she began to stroke him, savouring the feeling of her delicate fingers running along his length.
Emma spat into her hand, lubricating her grip as she continued to stroke Harry's monstrous cock. Harry watched in amazement as she massaged him, her fingers tracing patterns on his steel-hard shaft. Harry's breath grew shallow as he felt the first signs of pleasure shoot through his body, waves of ecstasy building up within him.
He had been holding back all day, ever since his encounter with Hermione, and now he could hardly contain his excitement any longer. His balls were already boiling with cum, ready to explode at any moment. But still, he held back, savouring the sensation of Emma's soft hands on his cock, teasing him with every stroke.
"God, Harry, you're so big and hard," Emma moaned, her voice filled with awe. "I've never seen anything like this before. I can't even fit my whole hand around you!"
"You're doing great, Emma," Harry said, his voice strained with pleasure. "Just keep going, I'm almost there."
Emma nodded, her eyes locked onto Harry's cock as she continued to stroke him. She licked her lips again, her mouth watering at the sight of his massive erection. She wanted to taste him, to feel him inside her mouth, to feel him fill her up completely. But she held back, knowing that she couldn't afford to get carried away. Not yet, anyway.
She needed him to blow fast, before she lost control of herself. So she increased her pace, stroking him faster and harder, pumping him with renewed vigour. Harry's breath came in ragged gasps as he felt the pleasure build up within him, his muscles tensing as he prepared for the inevitable release. To speed things up, Emma started talking dirty, whispering filthy phrases into his ear as she rubbed him off.
"You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to take a man like you inside me," Emma confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "To feel you filling me up completely, stretching me wider than I've ever been stretched before. I bet it would be amazing, don't you think so, Harry?"
Harry groaned deeply, his hips bucking forward as he thrust into her waiting hand. The thought of being inside Emma, of feeling her tight pussy clenching around him, was enough to send him spiralling towards the edge. He could feel his orgasm building up, tightening in his balls, coiling up from deep within him. Any moment now, he would explode, releasing a torrent of hot, sticky jizz.
"Yes, Emma, I'm almost there," Harry gasped, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "Just a little more, just a little more..."
Emma pressed her full breasts against his leg, rubbing them against him as she continued to stroke him. Her nipples were stiff and sensitive, brushing against his thigh as she moved. Harry could feel her hot breath on his cock, the soft whispers of her voice as she urged him on.
"Come on, Harry, give it to me," Emma pleaded, her voice dripping with lust. "Give it all to me, fill me up, I want to feel you ejaculate all over my chest. I want to see you coat me in your hot, sticky cum. Come on, Harry, do it, come for me!"
With those words, Harry finally reached his limit. He let out a loud, primal roar as he exploded, sending a torrent of hot, white jizz shooting out of his cock. The first jet hit Emma right in the face, splattering across her cheeks and forehead. She gasped in surprise, then giggled lightly, spreading the spunk around her face with her fingers.
The next few shots landed on her large, round tits, covering them in his seed. Emma squealed in delight as she felt the warm liquid hitting her skin, mixing with her sweat and making her breasts glisten in the sunlight. More and more jets followed, painting her entire upper body in Harry's creamy load. By the time he finished, Emma was covered from head to toe, marked by his essence.
"God, you came so much!" Emma exclaimed, staring down at her chest in wonder. "It's all over me!" She scooped some of the spunk off her chest with her fingers, then brought it up to her lips, sucking on them with a dreamy look in her eyes. "It tastes so good, Harry. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I might actually enjoy the taste."
Harry laughed, watching as Emma played with his cum, smearing it all over her body. He watched with fascination as she spread it over her tits, painting them in his essence. Then, with a wicked grin, she dipped her fingers into the mess on her chest, then brought them up to her mouth, sucking on them clean.
"Mmm, it's so delicious," Emma moaned, her eyes half-closed in bliss. "I could eat this stuff all day long."
"Should have thought of that sooner," Harry said, grinning wickedly. "And you could have had a taste straight from the tap."
Emma laughed, slapping him playfully on the arm. "Oh, you're such a tease, Harry. You'll have to make it up to me sometime."
Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? Didn't you say earlier that this is supposed to be a one-time thing?"
"Well... maybe I changed my mind," Emma admitted, looking down at her chest, where his cum was still glistening in the sun. "But only if you promise not to tell anyone about this, okay?"
Harry nodded, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Of course, Emma. Your secret is safe with me."
Emma smiled, looking relieved. "Good. I'm glad we understand each other. Now, let's get back to the manor before anyone starts asking questions. We've already been gone for a while as it is."
Harry nodded, mounting the broom behind Emma once again. He couldn't help but cup her bare tits, however, finally giving into the temptation he had been fighting since they first took off, while also gently reminding Emma to fix her crop-top before they arrived at the Manor. Emma didn't seem to mind, letting him play with her soft flesh as they flew back to the manor, before finally fixing her top.
As they landed back at the manor, Harry felt a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over him. It had been a good flight, and with Emma teasing further encounters, he knew that the rest of the summer would be just as exciting.
After dismounting the broom, Emma turned to Harry and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, smiling up at him with gratitude in her eyes. "Thanks for taking me flying today, Harry. That was amazing! I really enjoyed it."
Harry smiled back, glad to have helped. "No problem, Emma. I'm glad you had a good time. Maybe we can do it again sometime."
Emma blushed, averting her gaze. "Yeah, maybe. But don't expect anything too soon, okay? I'm a married woman, after all."
Harry chuckled, it was going to be a fun summer indeed.
Chapter 6 - WitchTok
Harry had been reading in the living room when he heard the unmistakable sound of laughter coming from outside. Curious, he made his way to the backyard, where he found all the women gathered around Iris' phone.
They must have coordinated their outfits, for they were all wearing similar sundresses. Iris and Lily were dressed in matching red dresses with floral patterns and deep necklines. Their cleavages were generously displayed, and the material clung tightly to their fit bodies.
Lily was especially seductive. Even though she looked mature for her age, her figure could still rival her teenage daughter's easily. And since they were both wearing the same size sundress, which looked to be fitted for Iris and not her mum, Lily's bigger breasts seemed to be on the verge of spilling over the front of her dress. The erotic sight was making Harry's head spin.
Similarly, Daphne and Anastasia were wearing matching summer dresses in pastel green. Both had bared their shoulders, exposing large areas of flesh, emphasising their lovely skin tones. Additionally, the high-thigh splits showed off their bare legs. No doubt, it was enough to make any straight man weak in the knees.
Finally, Hermione and her mother Emma were clad in bright yellow. Like the others, both wore sundresses of the same make, this time with white polka dots all over them, giving them an even more playful look. They both had their hair tied up in sloppy buns, giving them an innocent appearance, while also making them look the same age.
Emma noticed him first as he approached and waved him over. "Hey, Harry! You're just in time! Come join us!" A healthy blush spread across her cheeks as she spoke, and Harry couldn't help but remember the stunning performance she had put on yesterday evening by the lake. He wondered if she was thinking about it, too.
He strolled over to the group, happy he had decided to venture outside today. "What's up?"
Daphne turned to face him, her lips curling upwards. "We're about to record some new videos for our WitchTok channel. Why don't you stay and watch? Maybe you can learn something?" she teased, winking slyly at him as she spoke. She truly loved to tease him.
Lily must not have gotten the memo about what kind of videos they were planning to make, because she nodded eagerly to Daphne's advice. "Yeah, come on, Harry! We need someone to film us dancing. What do you say?" Her bulging breasts jiggled as she nodded her head, threatening to break free, and Harry felt his shorts tighten.
"And it would be helpful to have a guy's perspective," added Hermione. Her face was flushed, and she was fidgeting with her hair, but she was clearly excited about the prospect of having him around. Having her pussy stuffed full of his fingers the day before must have only amplified her desire for him.
Harry shrugged nonchalantly, trying to hide his growing excitement. "Sure, why not? I've got some time to kill." The truth was, he didn't have any plans at all, so there was really no reason not to help them out. Besides, it was an excellent opportunity to see the girls in action, and maybe even finally figure out what the name of their WitchTok channel was.
Iris frowned at her friends. "What? Again?" She sounded less than enthusiastic, at the thought of Harry watching them shake their hips. But her protests were drowned out by the others' cheering and laughter, urging her to let him join in. In the end, she relented, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Fine, whatever. Let's get started then."
Iris reluctantly handed her phone to Harry, who took it with a smile. "Alright, what do you want me to do?"
Daphne seemed to be the director for their little shoot, because she pointed towards Hermione and Emma, instructing them on what to do. "You two are up first. Go stand next to each other, facing away from the camera. Remember, the theme is 'Naughty Sisters', so try to make it as sexy as possible."
Hermione and Emma exchanged a glance, then moved into position. They faced away from the camera, standing shoulder to shoulder, their backs to the lens. When Daphne started the music, they swayed their hips sensually, dancing to a slow, seductive rhythm. Harry couldn't help but stare at their asses, admiring the way their dresses hugged their curves.
Daphne called out instructions from behind him, telling them how to move and pose. "Now turn around, slowly. Show us your faces. Good. Now, put your hands on your hips. That's right. Now, spread your legs apart. Just like that. Great. Now, arch your back. Yes, yes, just like that. Perfect."
The whole time, Harry filmed them, capturing every inch of their beautiful bodies. He zoomed in on their faces, focusing on their expressions. Then he pulled back, revealing their entire forms, lingering on their chests, then their waists, then their legs. His erection grew harder and harder as he watched them dance.
And as the song reached its end, Daphne instructed them to find their ending pose. "Okay, now turn around, face the camera, and lean forward, like you're about to kiss the lens. That's it. Let the camera see your big breasts. Yes, yes, just like that. Perfect. Now, stick out your tongues and lick your lips suggestively, as if you're desperate for some cock. Yes, just like that. Excellent. And... cut. That's a wrap!"
Hermione and Emma hurriedly separated from each other, smiling sheepishly as they ran back to join the rest of the women standing behind Harry to look at the footage. "How was that?" Hermione asked, her voice breathless.
Harry replayed the video, showing them the video. Their dance was short but erotic, and the combination of their movements, the music, and the scenery made for a tantalising scene. It wasn't explicit, but it certainly captured the spirit of the event. With a bit of editing, it would be perfect for their WitchTok channel.
"Excellent, just excellent!" praised Anastasia, giving them a round of applause. "You two were amazing! I can't wait to see the final product." The others agreed, and Hermione and Emma blushed, looking pleased with themselves.
Next up were Daphne and Anastasia. Iris directed them to stand side-by-side, facing the camera. And as the music started playing they playfully greeted the camera, waving and blowing kisses. Then, the beat dropped, and Iris instructed them to start twerking.
"Turn around, and show off those big asses of yours! Spread your legs wide apart, and give the camera a good view! Perfect!" Iris instructed, pointing to various positions and motions for them to take.
Harry could feel himself getting painfully hard already, seeing the mother-daughter duo shaking their booties together. The sight alone was enough to drive anyone wild, let alone when combined with the sultry tune playing in the background.
He made sure to keep the camera low, angling it upward to capture as much of their jiggling derrieres as possible. The material of their sundresses bounced along with their asses, providing brief glimpses of their panties underneath as well as their firm, soft flesh. His cock was aching to be freed from its confinement.
After almost half a minute of twerking, Iris told them to switch things up. "Now, turn around and face the camera. Let's see those beautiful faces of yours."
Daphne and Anastasia did as instructed, turning around to face the camera. They stood close together, almost touching, their bodies mere inches apart. Their faces were flushed, and their eyes sparkled with excitement.
Iris continued directing them. "Alright, now get closer to one another. Put your arms around each other's waist. There we go. Now, Daphne, give your mother a kiss on the cheek. That's it! Look surprised, Anastasia. Like you didn't expect it. Now, Anastasia, do the same. Give your daughter a peck on the cheek. Perfect!"
Harry imagined what it would feel like to have these two stunning women kissing his cock instead. How incredible it would be to watch such gorgeous creatures worshipping him so passionately. To hear their moans echo through the room as they took turns suckling on his shaft. He couldn't help but imagine it vividly, feeling his dick throb painfully inside his shorts.
Suddenly, Iris interrupted his fantasies. "Great job, you two! Let's move on to the final pose. Stand shoulder to shoulder again, facing the camera. Perfect! Now, lean forward, give the camera a view down your cleavage. Show us some skin. Good. Now, hold up your massive tits with your hands. Just like that. Fantastic! Now, stick out your tongues and look seductively at the camera. Just like that. As if you're begging for a big, fat cock to spray your breasts and faces with its cum. Yes, yes, just like that. Perfect. And... cut. That's a wrap!"
The two women had no trouble complying with Iris' directions, and the final product was phenomenal. Harry found himself mesmerised by their perfect forms, unable to look away from the viewfinder.
As the song ended, the group clapped and cheered, praising Daphne and Anastasia for their performance. "That was absolutely brilliant, girls! You two were born to do this!" Lily exclaimed, patting both Daphne and Anastasia on the backs.
Iris nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you both did a fantastic job. You had everyone watching you hooked from the moment you started twerking!" she added, grinning proudly.
Harry couldn't help but agree with her. If the reactions of the others were anything to go by, then the video was going to be a hit.
Finally, it was time for Iris and Lily's turn. This was the performance Harry had been waiting for. The anticipation was killing him. His heart raced as he watched Iris and Lily prepare for their act.
Daphne instructed them to stand together, side by side. And as the music started playing, they began to sway their hips sensually, moving in perfect unison. Harry was mesmerised by the sight of them dancing together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. He couldn't help but admire the way their dresses clung to their curves, accentuating their every move. Especially Lily, whose bigger breasts were barely contained by the fabric, and seemed to be on the verge of spilling out at any moment. Harry felt his cock twitch in his shorts as he watched his sister and mum move before him.
"Alright, now do a pirouette," Daphne called out, standing behind Harry, watching the performance intently.
Iris and Lily did as instructed, spinning around gracefully, their dresses fluttering up in the air. For a split second, Harry caught a glimpse of their matching white lace thongs, which sent a surge of blood rushing straight to his groin. He had to force himself to keep filming, desperately trying to hide the massive bulge forming in his shorts.
"Now, on three, I want you two to jump in the air. Jump high, as high as you can. And... one, two, three!" Daphne shouted, counting aloud.
Iris and Lily followed Daphne's instructions perfectly, leaping into the air in perfect sync. Harry caught the moment when their dresses fluttered up, revealing their matching thongs once more. His breathing grew ragged as he filmed the scene, immortalising it forever on digital media.
As Iris and Lily reached the top of their jump, Daphne quickly transfigured their outfits, revealing their fit bodies clad in skimpy string bikinis. The sight of their perky tits and round asses made Harry dizzy, and he knew he would not last much longer.
When Iris and Lily landed back on the ground, they looked even more alluring than ever. Their massive breasts jiggled enticingly under their tiny bikini tops, threatening to burst free at any moment. Harry could hardly contain himself anymore; he wanted nothing more than to throw off his clothes and ravish those beautiful women right there and then. But he held himself back, knowing full well that doing so would only lead to disaster. Instead, he continued recording, determined to capture every inch of their exquisite beauty.
Next, Daphne told them to hug each other while looking at the camera. They obeyed immediately, wrapping their arms around each other's waists and pressing their chests against one another. Their nipples hardened instantly, creating an erotic display of flesh-on-flesh contact. It was almost too much for Harry to bear.
However, the biggest surprise came when Lily's breast popped out of her bikini top, causing her nipple to peek out of the material. It was so unexpected that Harry nearly dropped the phone from shock. Thankfully, he managed to regain control before anything disastrous happened. He kept filming, capturing the accidental wardrobe malfunction. Lily didn't seem to have noticed, and Daphne didn't say anything, so Harry decided to keep quiet as well.
Finally, Daphne instructed them to strike the final pose. "Alright, now get down on the grass, kneeling. That's it. Move closer, Harry. Get up close and record from above. Make sure to capture everything."
Unsuspecting, Harry did as he was told, moving closer to his sister and mum, aiming the camera at their beautiful faces. From this close up, he could see his own erection at the bottom of the viewfinder, and he knew he would have a hard time explaining himself later. But for now, he didn't care. He was too captivated by the sight of Iris and Lily to worry about anything else.
"That's it. Now, look up at Harry, not the camera. Make the viewers feel like they're right there with you. Good. Now, stick out your tongues and lick your lips. Just like that. Perfect!"
Harry was in heaven. He had never seen anything more alluring than his sister and mother kneeling before him, their perfect bodies on display. He would never forget this moment for as long as he lived. And that was why he didn't notice Daphne dropping to her knees behind him, preparing the final surprise.
It wasn't until she grabbed his shorts and pulled them down, exposing his massive erection, that he realised what was happening. But by then, it was too late. His big, fat cock sprang free, throbbing painfully in front of everyone present. There was no turning back now, no way to hide his arousal. All he could do was stand there, naked and exposed, his focus on the video being recorded, as the women stared at his cock in awe.
Through the viewfinder, Harry saw Iris staring at his long, thick dick, her eyes wide open in shock. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her mouth hung agape, unable to form words. Beside her, Lily seemed equally stunned, but also intrigued. A faint blush spread across her cheeks, making her already rosy complexion glow brighter still.
If Daphne's goal had been to get a final shot of the women's astonished reactions, then she had certainly succeeded beyond her wildest dreams. Even Harry couldn't help but be impressed by the result. The two women kneeling before him, their eyes glued to his cock, their mouths hanging open in disbelief.
He just so happened to be close enough to feel their hot breath on his shaft, and it made his cock twitch in anticipation, as if begging for their mouths' attentions. He bit his lip to avoid moaning, fighting the urge to reach out and grab their heads, pushing them onto his shaft. He managed to resist, if barely, focusing instead on continuing to record the memorable scene unfolding before him.
But that was also where the scene ended. His twitching cock pulled the women out of their daze, reminding them of their predicament, and making Daphne call an end to the session. They looked up at him with embarrassed expressions, and Harry stopped recording. He quickly stuffed himself back into his shorts, trying his best to act nonchalant.
"I knew it! You have a boner again," Iris accused him, pointing at his crotch accusingly. Her cheeks were flushed red, and her voice trembled slightly, as if having a hard time hiding the arousal coursing through her veins.
Lily looked at him with a mixture of shock and arousal, too, her gaze flicking between his face and his recently-covered crotch. After a few moments, she finally spoke up. "Don't mind her, Harry. It's only natural. A man your age has needs. We just didn't expect... to see it for real," she finished lamely, scratching her head awkwardly. One of her delicious breasts were still on display, due to the earlier malfunction, and Harry had a hard time looking her in the face as she spoke.
Daphne seemed especially pleased by the situation, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she winked at him. "You should consider it a compliment, Iris," she said teasingly. "After all, we are here to make content for our WitchTok channel. Seeing how much he enjoys watching us dance is proof enough that we must be doing something right."
Harry felt his cheeks burning, embarrassment flooding through his veins.
Hermione had been watching the footage play on the phone while they were arguing, giggling with excitement. When the video cut off, she turned to Harry, grinning widely. "Wow, that was amazing! You really captured some great shots, Harry!"
Emma nodded in agreement. "Yes, indeed! And that last part can even be uploaded to your adult section, don't you think?"
Harry froze. Did he hear Emma right? Did the girls actually have an adult section on their WitchTok account? If so, he needed to find out more about it. Fast.
As the women re-watched all the videos they had recorded, Harry singled out Hermione and pulled her aside. He now knew she had a crush on him, and he thought the two of them had grown even closer after he fingerfucked her in the library yesterday. So if any of the girls could help him out without thinking it weird that he was interested in their channel, it would be her.
"Hey, Hermione, is it true what your mum just said about you guys having an adult section on your WitchTok channel?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
Hermione smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it is. We just started it recently. It's not too explicit or anything, just a few topless shots and some naughtier dancing. Why do you ask?"
Harry feigned ignorance. "No reason, just curious," he replied, hiding the growing excitement surging through his body. "I was just thinking that if you guys needed a man's perspective, I could help you out. You know, give you some tips and stuff," he added, hoping she would take the bait. He made sure to keep his voice low, so the others wouldn't overhear.
Hermione's face lit up with understanding. "Oh, you mean like poses and stuff? Sure thing! That would be awesome!" she agreed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "We could use all the help we can get. We're still new to this, so any advice you can give us would be greatly appreciated."
Harry grinned, feeling relieved. This was going better than he had hoped. "Great! Just let me know the details, and I'll look through it whenever I have some time to spare. I'm sure I can help you guys out."
Hermione blushed, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink at his insinuation. "Thank you, Harry. I really appreciate it. The account is called ' HogwartsVixens'. I'm sure you'll find it easily enough." She gave him a shy smile, and then leaned in close, whispering in his ear. "And if you need any... any help with that problem of yours, just let me know. I'd be happy to return the favour." With a final flutter of her eyelashes, she gave him one last lingering look, then rejoined the others.
Harry watched her go, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Not only had he finally learned the name of their WitchTok channel, but Hermione had also offered to help him with his little "problem".
He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. His dick throbbed painfully inside his shorts, reminding him of its presence. He needed release, and fast. And while Hermione had kindly offered to help him out, she looked busy for now chatting with her friends, and he was too impatient to wait for them to finish.
Excusing himself from the group, Harry practically sprinted back to his bedroom, eager to relieve himself. Once inside, he locked the door behind him, ensuring no one would disturb him. Then, he quickly stripped off his clothes, throwing himself onto his bed.
His fingers were a blur as he opened the WitchTok app on his phone and searched for the account Hermione had told him about: HogwartsVixens. Once he found it, he tapped the screen, eager to see what kind of content they had posted.
The page loaded quickly, and a set of thumbnails appeared before him. Each image displayed a different scene from the bikini shoot he had witnessed just two days ago. His fingers trembled as he scrolled through the images and videos, his heart racing faster and faster.
He clicked on one of the videos, and the screen filled with a close-up shot of Iris's perfect breasts, only hidden by the tiny strings of her bikini top. The camera then zoomed out, revealing her entire body, clad in a skimpy bikini. She was dancing to a sultry tune, her hips swaying sensually, her breasts bouncing with every move and the cheeks of her ass jiggling provocatively.
Another video showed Hermione sprawled across a sun lounger in her two-piece swimsuit, each piece barely containing her huge mounds of flesh. She was lying on her stomach, exposing her plump ass and long legs, inviting anyone watching to imagine themselves between those luscious thighs as she jiggled her ass sensually from side to side.
A third video showcased Daphne in her daring bikini, doing squats. Her bikini top was nothing but two small triangles connected by tiny gold rings, held up by a few thin strings. Her bikini bottom was equally daring in just another small triangle, held together by strings around the backside of her ass, leaving her firm cheeks fully exposed. As she squatted, the fabric stretched against her pussy lips, giving the viewer tantalising glimpses of her entrance's imprint through the fabric. And as the camera panned around to the back, the strings disappeared into her crack, exposing her big round ass cheeks entirely.
Harry's hand moved rapidly over his cock, stroking it furiously as he watched the scenes in the videos unfold.
But there was something missing. Something crucial. Where was the adult section Hermione mentioned earlier? Had he missed it somehow? He scrolled back up to the top of the profile, where he noticed a little button labelled 'more'. Curious, he clicked on the link, and his eyes went wide. There it was, the treasure trove of explicit material, tucked away behind an innocuous tab.
Eagerly, Harry clicked on the tab, and he was prompted to create an account. His mind raced for ideas for anonymous usernames, and in his arousal, he typed in ' HadrianEvans1980'. He hit enter, and the page loaded, revealing a new set of thumbnails.
Moving his fingers faster over his aching dick, he started flipping through the pictures and videos. The girls never went any further than showing off their bare breasts or posing in more provocative positions, but that was all Harry needed right now.
He clicked in on a video of Iris lying back on a sofa, exposing her huge tits. In fact, he recognised it as the sofa down in the living room. When had they recorded this? How had he missed it? Regardless, it mattered not, as Harry was already lost in the beauty of the scene in front of him.
Iris let her fingers play with her nipples, teasing them mercilessly, all while staring seductively at the camera. Harry's cock twitched in his hand, the ache building up. He could feel his balls tightening, telling him that he wouldn't last much longer.
She was pressing her tits together, making them protrude in all kinds of provocative ways, when a notification popped up on the screen advertising their newest video. Curious, Harry tapped on it, and the video started playing.
Iris and Lily were kneeling next to each other on the grass in their tiny bikinis, Lily with one of her breasts out, looking up at the camera with pleading eyes. Harry instantly recognised it as the scene he had just helped them record. The shorts at the bottom of the video were suddenly pulled downwards, and Harry saw the replay of his massive erection spring free.
His sister's and mum's faces lighting up with shock and excitement was enough to send him over the edge. With a loud groan, Harry came hard, shooting ropes of cum all over his bed. Just knowing that it had been his cock they were practically salivating over made the orgasm even better. It took several moments until he finally stopped shaking, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath.
When clarity finally returned to him, Harry had perhaps the most brilliant thought of his life. With shaky hands, he entered the comment section and typed out a quick comment under the video.
HadrianEvans1980: Fucking amazing! That was the best video I've seen so far. I would pay big to see more content of you girls with that cock.
Harry added a 100 Galleon donation to the comment and clicked the 'post' button. He felt an inexplicable satisfaction at his own cleverness. He knew Iris, Daphne and Hermione loved the attention of drooling men more than anything, so if he could "anonymously" demand more content featuring his cock, surely they would comply, right? Only time would tell whether his plan worked. Either way, Harry couldn't wait to find out what would happen next. And perhaps more importantly, would his sister be willing to play along?
Chapter 7: Anastasia's Proposition! - Intrigued by Harry's massive cock, Anastasia proposes to sell dildo replicas of his manhood to horny witches all over the world. But before she can share the goods with her friends, she first has to thoroughly check the goods herself, fucking herself silly on the real deal...