Chapter 7 - Anastasia's Proposition
It was late at night, and Harry was relaxing on the sofa in the living room, his thoughts anywhere but on the book in his hands. No more videos had been uploaded by the girls since the ones they had recorded outside earlier that afternoon, which had ended abruptly with an 'accidental' flashing of his cock.
Harry was slightly disappointed that the girls hadn't come urgently knocking on his door afterwards, begging to record more explicit content with his cock. He had, after all, made a hefty donation under an 'anonymous' account, so they should have been eager to make more videos with him. However, to his disappointment, nothing happened. At least not yet.
He had to remind himself that the events only transpired a couple of hours ago, and that maybe they were still discussing what kind of new video ideas they wanted to film next. In any case, he would just have to wait patiently for them to contact him.
He turned his attention back to the book in his hands, trying to read the words on the page. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't focus. His mind kept wandering back to the events of the day, and especially the sight of his mum and sister in their tiny bikinis. Each time he pictured them dancing before him, he felt his heart rate pick up and his cock twitch in anticipation.
Just as he was about to close the book and give up on reading altogether, he heard someone clear their throat before him. Startled, he looked up and saw Anastasia standing in front of him, a glass of wine in her hand.
"Hey, Harry. Mind if I join you?" she asked, clearly intoxicated and gesturing to the spot beside him.
Harry blinked in surprise, completely taken off guard by her sudden appearance. "Uh, sure, go ahead," he mumbled, quickly making space for her.
Anastasia settled down next to him, her legs crossed elegantly, the skirt of her dress riding up to reveal a tantalising glimpse of her thighs. Harry swallowed hard, trying to keep his eyes from wandering further down her body. However, if there was anyone who could distract him from his current predicament, it was definitely her.
The last time he had seen her this drunk, which had incidentally been just two nights ago, she had dropped down to her knees and given him the most spectacular blowjob under the table by the patio. Even though he knew better than to expect anything like that tonight, he couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at the thought of being alone with her.
Anastasia smiled lazily at him, taking another sip of her wine. Harry could see her cleavage clearly through the sheer fabric of her sundress, her huge breasts resting heavily on her chest. The thought of feeling them beneath his fingertips came unbidden to his mind, and he had to force himself to look away and focus on her face instead.
To his surprise, Anastasia leaned closer to him, moving her body flush against his side. He could feel her soft curves pressing against him, awakening something primal within him. It took all his willpower not to reach out and stroke her smooth skin.
"You seem awfully distracted," she whispered in his ear, her hot breath caressing his neck. "Is there something on your mind?"
Harry gulped, trying to think of a suitable answer. "I... uh... I was just reading," he stammered lamely, holding up the book in his hands as proof.
Anastasia chuckled softly, her lips curling upwards in amusement. Her hand moved slowly towards his crotch, brushing lightly over the bulge forming in his shorts. "Really? And here I thought you might be thinking about other things..."
Harry groaned, feeling his cock twitch to life under her delicate touch. It was getting harder and harder to keep his thoughts pure around her.
Anastasia continued rubbing him through the fabric, teasing him relentlessly. "Why don't you put the book away and let me take care of you?" she suggested, her voice dripping with seduction.
Before Harry could protest or even react, Anastasia had put her glass of wine aside and reached inside his shorts to pull out his erection, exposing it fully to the open air. She wrapped her fingers around its length, giving it several firm strokes while staring deep into his eyes.
"There we go," she purred, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "That's much better, isn't it?"
Harry didn't know what to say. On one hand, he wanted nothing more than to let her continue, to enjoy her touches and to finally reach a satisfying orgasm. On the other hand, they were in the middle of the living room, and he had no idea what would happen if someone else came in.
As if sensing his hesitation, Anastasia leaned in even closer, whispering in his ear. "That's part of the fun, isn't it? The thrill of the possibility of getting caught. The excitement of doing something naughty when your mum and sister could walk in at any moment." Her fingers resumed their movements along his shaft, the sensation unbearably good.
Harry gritted his teeth, trying to keep his moans contained. By now, he could barely think straight anymore; his mind clouded with pleasure. "Don't stop," he managed to croak out, his voice thick with lust.
Anastasia chuckled again, continuing her slow pace. "Oh, I have no intention of stopping anytime soon," she assured him, winking slyly. "But first, I want to ask you something important."
Harry hummed in confusion, unable to focus on anything other than the feeling of her fingers on his cock. "What is it?"
Anastasia hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. "Have you ever considered modelling?" she asked after a short pause, her gaze flicking between his face and his swollen member.
Harry blinked in surprise, unsure where this conversation was going. "Modelling?" he repeated, incredulous. "Like, fashion modelling?"
Anastasia shook her head, her hand still stroking him lazily. "No, not fashion modelling," she replied, a hint of excitement in her voice. She waved his cock dismissively. "Although I'm sure you'd do great in that area too. But I meant something different. Have you ever considered becoming a model for sex toys?"
Harry stared at her, his mouth hanging open. Was she serious? Surely not. "Uh, no, not really," he stuttered, completely thrown off guard by her question.
Anastasia nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. "Well, let me tell you something, Harry. You have an amazing cock. And I mean amazing. It's easily the longest and thickest I've ever seen! I'm sure you've heard that before, but trust me, I'm not exaggerating."
She paused for a moment, letting her words sink in. "Imagine how many women would love to get their hands on such a magnificent piece of manhood. I'm sure you could make millions of Galleons on this piece of meat, Harry," she added with a wink.
Harry swallowed hard, unsure whether to believe her or not. However, the way she talked made him curious enough to listen further. "How exactly would that work?"
Anastasia smiled, clearly pleased with his reaction. "Let me paint you a picture," she began, her voice taking on a hypnotic quality. "Imagine a world where all the women in the country prefer fucking themselves on a replica of your cock. Wouldn't the knowledge of that feel good?"
Harry felt himself growing impossibly harder under her ministrations. He couldn't help but imagine the scenario she painted, knowing that countless women would be riding his replicas every day. His cock jumped in response, eager to fulfil the fantasy.
Anastasia noticed his reaction and grinned. "See? That's exactly what I'm talking about. I just so happen to have a couple of friends on the market for a male sex toy, and I think your cock would be perfect for them. If they like it, we can consider taking it further. What do you say?"
Harry gulped, overwhelmed by everything she told him. A small part of him wondered who her friends were, and whether he knew them personally. The Wizarding World was a small place after all. However, the majority of him was just too distracted by the sensation of her hand on his cock to think straight.
Without waiting for an answer, Anastasia tapped her wand against the tip of his rock-hard cock, making it glow softly for a brief second. When she pulled back her wand, Harry felt the sensation of being moulded, as if wet clay was poured over his manhood, encasing his cock and balls perfectly.
With another wave of her wand, Anastasia conjured up a purple replica of his cock and balls, holding it up against his erection. Harry blinked in surprise, completely taken aback by the sight. There was no denying it, it looked just like his own cock, veins and all. Just purple.
"Before I can hand this over to my friends in good conscience, however, I need to try the real thing first," Anastasia explained, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Without warning, she stood up from the couch and started stripping out of her sundress, revealing more and more skin with each movement.
Harry watched her with rapt attention, unable to look away even if he wanted to. Within moments, she was standing fully naked in front of him, her mature body on full display. Her ass was round and supple, and Harry couldn't wait to knead her cheeks back and forth.
Her breasts were large and heavy, resting on her chest like two ripe melons. They bounced enticingly as she moved closer to him, climbing into his lap without any hesitation.
Harry quickly followed suit, kicking his shorts away and tugging off his t-shirt in one swift motion. Before long, he was equally naked, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
He barely had the time to consider the implications of Anastasia not wearing any underwear beneath her sundress before she was pressing her body up against his, trapping his erection between them. Harry groaned, feeling her wet pussy lips grinding against the underside of his cock. He could already sense how ready she was for him.
He reached out to touch her, cupping her big, heavy breasts in his hands. They were soft and warm, and he couldn't wait to feel them bouncing against his chest as he fucked her.
As if sensing his thoughts, Anastasia leaned down to press her lips against his, moaning softly as their tongues danced together. "I can't believe I waited this long to fuck you," she whispered, breaking apart only to trail kisses down his neck.
Harry grunted in response, too lost in her touch to form coherent sentences. Instead, he focused on feeling her body, savouring every inch of her mature curves.
Anastasia took the lead, lining up his cock with her entrance and sinking down slowly. Harry watched her, mesmerised by the sight of her pussy swallowing his length. He could feel her walls tightening around him, squeezing him in all the right places.
"Fuck, you're big," Anastasia moaned, her voice filled with lust. She started moving her hips, grinding her pussy against his length. "And thick. And oh Morgana, does it hit me in all the right places!"
Harry groaned in agreement, feeling her wetness surrounding him, enveloping him in a velvety embrace. It was all he could do not to start pounding into her right then and there. However, he forced himself to remain still, letting her adjust to his size.
It wasn't long before Anastasia increased her tempo, rising and falling on his shaft at a steady pace. Harry watched her beautiful facial expressions, enjoying the way her features twisted in pleasure. Knowing that it was his cock that was making her feel this intense pleasure, that it was him that had brought her to this point, gave him a thrill unlike anything else.
The sound of their lovemaking quickly filled the room, the wetness of her pussy squelching with every rise and fall of her hips. The smacking sound of skin against skin as her ass hit his thighs only added to the sensory overload.
Harry didn't care if anyone heard them at this point. So what if his mum or sister walked in on them? Let them watch. There was not a chance in hell he would ever stop fucking Anastasia now.
"Oh, Harry, yes!" Anastasia cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "I'm so close, baby. Keep going, don't stop!"
Harry obeyed, pulling her down harder onto his cock, his hips snapping upwards to meet hers. He held nothing back, determined to give her everything he had.
Her tits bounced hypnotically with every thrust of his hips, their nipples pebbling as they brushed against his chest. Harry couldn't help but lean down to take one into his mouth, sucking hard as he continued fucking her.
Anastasia screamed, her orgasm washing over her in waves. But harry didn't let up, pounding into her as deep as he could go, making sure she felt every inch of him.
"Keep going, baby," she begged, her eyes glazing over with pleasure, her pussy repeatedly clenching around his length. "Don't stop until you fill me up!"
But Harry had other plans. He had been teased mercilessly by the six naughty ladies for long enough. And now that he finally had a velvety pussy to sink into, he didn't plan on stopping anytime soon.
With one last forceful push, Harry withdrew from her abused pussy, leaving her whimpering in protest. "What are you doing?" she asked, trying to pull herself back down.
Harry grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I'm not done with you yet," he replied, as he threw her down on the couch.
Anastasia yelped in surprise, her body bouncing off the cushions as she landed. Harry didn't give her any time to recover, however, immediately climbing on top of her.
Without waiting for an answer, he bent her legs in half, with her knees by her ears, exposing her gorgeous ass and spread-open pussy. Her juices dripped from her swollen folds, staining the fabric beneath her, and he could see the muscles of her abused pussy clenching in anticipation.
"Please, Harry," Anastasia pleaded, looking up at him with wide eyes. "I need more. Give it to me, Harry. Give me every inch!"
Harry chuckled darkly, readying his cock with his hand. "Oh, don't worry, I will," he reassured her, rubbing the tip of his cock against her slit.
Without further ado, he pushed forward, filling her up completely in one swift motion. Anastasia gasped, her pussy quivering around his length. "Ah! Oh, Merlin! Yes, Harry!"
Harry started pounding into her, not holding back at all, watching her beautiful facial expressions as he fucked her into submission. Every stroke was filled with strength, and the sound of his hips slapping against her soft bottom echoed throughout the room.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, as he watched her breasts bouncing hypnotically with every thrust of his hips. "I am not going to be able to last long."
Anastasia moaned, her fingers digging into the fabric beneath her. "Don't hold back, Harry. Fill me up. I want to feel your cum inside me."
Harry obliged, pushing deeper into her than he had ever gone before. His balls slapped against her ass as he slammed into her, stealing her breath away. She reached her second orgasm almost instantly, as her whole body convulsed beneath him.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed, unable to contain herself anymore, screaming out for the entire world to hear.
Harry didn't care who heard. All he cared about was satisfying his lustful desires. His hips moved like a piston, rocking in and out of her pussy, the slapping sound of skin against skin filling the room.
He held out for as long as he could, but even his incredible stamina wasn't enough to hold back his release. With one final push, Harry stuffed his cock as deep into her as it would go, before emptying himself inside her.
Wave after wave of hot, sticky cum flooded her insides, coating her inner walls and mixing with her own juices. Harry grunted, feeling his climax slowly subside, the intense sensation receding as he pulled out of her.
As he withdrew from her stuffed cunt, he watched in fascination as his cum leaked out of her, trickling down her thighs and staining the fabric beneath her.
Anastasia sighed contentedly as Harry finally let her legs fall down. "That was amazing, Harry," she said, smiling dreamily at him. "You truly have the biggest and best cock I've ever seen."
Harry chuckled, feeling proud of himself. "I'm glad you liked it," he replied, leaning down to give her a kiss.
Anastasia hummed, pulling him down for a deeper kiss. "I'll definitely need a break before I can try the dildo, though," she admitted, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "But if it feels nearly as good as the real deal, then I'll send it out to my friends for review tomorrow morning."
Harry nodded, grinning. "I look forward to hearing their opinions," he replied, hoping they would enjoy his replica just as much as Anastasia enjoyed the real thing.
Chapter 8: Daphne's Solo Shoot! - Anastasia shows Lily and Emma Harry's replica dildo-cock, asking them to try it out to help out her new business venture. Meanwhile, Iris, Hermione and Daphne are debating whether to make more content with Harry's cock after their recent success...
Chapter 8 - Daphne's Solo Shoot
Harry woke up the next morning feeling incredibly refreshed, having enjoyed one of the best nights of sleep in recent memory. His dreams had been filled with erotic visions of the previous night's events, and he woke up with a half-hard cock pressing against his pyjama trousers.
It didn't take long for him to remember why. Last night's tryst with Anastasia had been nothing short of spectacular, and the thought of her riding him so passionately was still fresh in his mind. And to think that he had dreaded staying at the Manor with all of these naughty ladies over the summer! If this was how things were going to go down, he couldn't wait for the coming weeks.
As soon as he was somewhat presentable, Harry made his way downstairs into the kitchen, eager to see what fate had cooked up for him today. And as Harry would soon find out, destiny seemed to favour him greatly.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Lily greeted him warmly, smiling brightly as he entered the room. She looked even more radiant than usual, dressed in a loose pink robe that fell open slightly to reveal a generous expanse of cleavage. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves, framing her beautiful face perfectly.
"Morning, Mum," Harry replied, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air, making him want to bury himself in her embrace right then and there, while motorboating her full tits. But unfortunately, he knew better than to let such thoughts run wild. At least not yet.
He turned towards the table, where he saw Emma sitting comfortably beside Lily, a cup of tea in hand. She too greeted him warmly, her eyes sparkling with a mischief he couldn't quite place. Something told him that she knew exactly what had transpired between him and Anastasia last night. He wondered briefly how much the women shared amongst themselves.
Seated his side of the table was Anastasia, looking every inch the sophisticated businesswoman, despite the early hour. She was wearing an elegant green outfit consisting of a tiny hip wrap and a fancy bikini-like top. Her legs were crossed gracefully, revealing a glimpse of her creamy thighs.
Harry swallowed hard, remembering the way those same legs had wrapped around him last night. Her nipples were also clearly visible through the thin fabric, and Harry couldn't help but wonder whether she wore any underwear at all beneath that dress. Harry's mouth went dry as he imagined those delicious breasts pressed against his chest once more.
A small smirk played on her lips as she met his gaze, and Harry couldn't help but wonder what she was plotting. No doubt something kinky, judging by her mischievous expression. It only fuelled his excitement further.
"Good morning, Harry," she said, her tone light and playful. "Sleep well?"
Harry nodded, unable to keep the grin off his face. "Like a baby," he confirmed, taking a seat opposite her.
His eyes were then drawn to two boxes that sat on the table, each about the size of a shoe box. They were both neatly packaged in plain brown wrapping, tied securely with string. Harry's curiosity was instantly piqued.
"What's this then?" he asked, gesturing towards the mysterious parcels.
Anastasia chuckled, a rich and deep sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Oh, I was just about to tell Lily and Emma about my new business venture," she explained, giving him a wink. Then, she reached forward and picked up one of the boxes, pushing it gently towards Lily. "Go on," she urged. "Open it."
Lily accepted the gift eagerly, her eyes lighting up with anticipation. A small smile played on her lips as she carefully undid the string and folded back the paper, revealing a deep purple colour within. Harry's pulse quickened as realisation dawned on him. Without a word, Lily picked up the lifelike object and held it up for the others to see.
In Lily's tiny hands lay a perfect replica of Harry's erection, crafted with such detail that it almost appeared real. The veins, the shape, the very essence of his manhood had been captured flawlessly by Anastasia. And now, none other than his very own mother was fondling it right before his eyes.
Harry felt a surge of heat in his cheeks as he watched Lily closely inspecting the toy. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of it, and she ran a finger along its length, causing Harry's actual cock to twitch in response, as if it was him she was touching instead. "My goodness!" she exclaimed, blushing faintly. "This... This looks incredibly realistic."
Emma leaned forward curiously, peeking at the replica cock from different angles. "Doesn't it, though? I mean, the attention to detail is astounding," she added, running her thumb along the shaft admiringly. Her eyes met Harry's momentarily, and she blushed, a knowing smile playing on her lips. He could tell she knew exactly whose member it was modelled after, having intimately explored his flesh just days ago by the lake. He only hoped she wouldn't tell his mother, who was still holding it in front of her like some sort of delicate trophy.
"I'm... Not sure if it is appropriate for us to be discussing this in front of our young man here, however..." Lily trailed off, a hint of unease in her voice as she glanced over at her son, her hands still delicately cradling the replica penis.
Anastasia chuckled again, that deep, sultry laugh that did strange things to Harry's insides. "Nonsense, Lily dear," she dismissed, waving her hand casually. "We're all family and friends here. Why should we feel shy about something so natural? Besides, it's high time you two started thinking about your own needs while your husbands are away enjoying themselves." She gave a significant look in Harry's direction, and his heart skipped a beat. Had she really just implied what he thought she had?
With that, Lily's inhibitions seemed to melt away. She sighed heavily, a small, content smile spreading across her face as she continued to admire the dildo. "You're right, Anastasia," she murmured, caressing the fake cock tenderly. "It's been far too long since James and I... You know." Her face flushed a pretty shade of pink as she looked up at Harry, a mix of embarrassment and desire in her eyes. "Had sex, I mean," she clarified. "Maybe it is time it's time I did something about that."
Harry couldn't believe his ears! His mother was actually considering using a replica of his cock to fulfil her needs. If only she knew... The thought alone was enough to push his libido into overdrive, and his cock began to strain against his shorts like never before. He stared at his mother's hands, enraptured as they stroked the toy that represented his manliness. How he wished it was his actual cock being handled so lovingly.
Meanwhile, Anastasia handed the second box to Emma. "And this one is yours, darling," she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now, please remember to provide some feedback. I want to ensure the product satisfies my customers' needs before I bring it to market."
Emma took the box gratefully, setting it aside to open later. "Thank you, Ana," she said sincerely, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I can't wait to try it out." Her gaze flicked briefly towards Harry once more, and she bit her lip, a deep blush creeping up her cheeks.
After a moment of silence, Lily finally managed to tear her eyes away from the dildo and stood up gracefully. "I've got some pastries fresh out of the oven," she suddenly announced, busying herself with fetching plates and cutlery to hide her growing blush.
Her loose pink robe, which was fastened around the waist with a simple knot, fell open further as she rose, granting Harry an even better view of her impressive cleavage. Her full breasts threatened to spill out at any moment, and Harry had to remind himself not to stare too obviously.
The three ladies spent the next few minutes engaging in small talk while enjoying the delicious breakfast treats Lily had prepared. All the while, Harry could barely concentrate on anything but the tantalising image of his mother and Emma fucking themselves with replicas of his penis later that night. The thought alone kept his cock rock hard beneath the table.
Before Harry knew it, breakfast was over, and he finally escaped to the sanctuary of his room, his mind racing with all manner of dirty thoughts. But little did he know, the day's true adventures were yet to begin.
Some time later, after having spent a leisurely morning catching up on some reading, Harry searched the Manor for the girls, curious about their plans for the day. It wasn't long before he found them huddled in the drawing-room, deep in discussion.
Hermione, Iris and Daphne were seated on the couch, watching as Iris tapped away on her phone. Harry hesitated outside the door, unsure whether he should interrupt. Then, through the slightly ajar door, he overheard snippets of their conversation.
"Our latest video has blown up overnight!" Iris exclaimed excitedly. "Our subscribers have gone nuts for it!"
"Yes, it's incredible!" Hermione agreed, clapping her hands together. "That one video has gained more views than all our others combined!"
"Yes, but that's only because people loved seeing your reaction to Harry's huge cock!" Daphne retorted, rolling her eyes. "It's practically the star of the show!"
"I know, and it's embarrassing!" Iris huffed. "People keep asking for more. I don't know how much clearer we can make it-we're not a porn channel!"
"But that's exactly why they're loving it!" Daphne insisted. "It's naughty and taboo. We'd be stupid not to capitalise on it."
"I agree with Daphne," Hermione added in a reasonable tone. "Think of it as art. We're capturing beauty in its rawest form. And besides, it's not like anyone will ever know it's your brother's cock, Iris."
"That's easy for you two to say!" Iris snapped. "It's my brother we're talking about!"
Harry took that moment to clear his throat loudly, having had enough fun eavesdropping. The girls jumped at the sound and turned towards him, their faces varying between shocked and apologetic.
"Oh, hi Harry," Hermione greeted him sheepishly, while Iris simply blushed.
Daphne, however, seemed unbothered by his presence. In fact, she smirked boldly and gestured for him to enter. "Come join us, Harry," she invited, indicating the sofa opposite them. "We were just talking about you."
Harry stepped into the room, feeling slightly self-conscious under the combined scrutiny of three pairs of beautiful female eyes. He sat down as instructed, though his heart pounded in his chest. It was only then that he had the time to take in their outfits.
It seemed to Harry that the girls were dressing naughtier by the day. Iris's outfit left little to the imagination. She was dressed in a tiny booty shorts that Harry knew would have showcased every delectable curve of her ass if she chose to stand up at that moment. And her top must barely have passed for a bra, leaving most of her upper torso and breasts exposed. He chalked it up to the warm supper weather and recent fashion trends, but still, it left him breathless.
Hermione looked equally enticing, sitting demurely with her knees pressed together. Her short skirt revealed plenty of thigh and was just a moment away from revealing much, much more. Her off-shoulder crop-top strained against her generous bust, threatening to slip off at any moment and expose her breasts. Harry could see the outline of her nipples clearly through the thin fabric, and his mouth went dry.
As for Daphne, she looked every inch the confident vixen. Her denim shorts were a tad longer than Iris's, but still showed off her lean thighs wonderfully. A tight white crop top accentuated her ample cleavage, and the hint of her perky breasts' lower edge peeking out beneath the article sent a bolt of electricity straight to Harry's groin.
"So... What were you just discussing?" Harry asked, trying to appear casual despite his racing heartbeat.
"Our WitchTok channel, actually," Hermione answered, avoiding his gaze. "Our latest video seems to have become incredibly popular, which is great. But..." She trailed off, glancing at the other girls.
"People want more content, duh," Iris interjected, rolling her eyes again. "They've been flooding our comments section with requests for more content of us with... That," she finished weakly, gestures vaguely towards his crotch.
Harry feigned surprise, though inside he was thrilled beyond belief. "Really? So you uploaded the video of Daphne exposing me, eh?" he teased, unable to suppress a smug grin. Deep down, he knew full well they had, given his status as their biggest donor. Still, it was fun playing along.
Daphne chuckled, leaning back nonchalantly, drawing his eyes to her taut stomach and the curve of her hips. "You didn't think it was an accident, did you?" she challenged playfully. "I knew it would be a hit. The expressions of your Mum and sister when they saw it... Priceless." She winked.
Harry's cheeks heated up at the memory. Indeed, Lily and Iris' reactions upon witnessing his aching cock had been priceless. Their shocked, yet fascinated gazes burned into his mind. If only they knew he got that way thinking about them!
"Anyway," Hermione continued, "the point is, we'd like to borrow your... ah... cock, from time to time. For some future videos, I mean." She bit her lip, looking up at him imploringly, her cheeks flushed.
Borrow my cock? The thought alone was enough to send shivers down Harry's spine. To have his manhood becoming a permanent fixture on these ladies' social media platform, and by extension, their lives as well, was beyond enticing. Had his anonymous comment yesterday really worked? Would he finally get to see these girls drool over his cock on a permanent basis? The very idea made him giddy.
"No we are not!" Iris exclaimed suddenly, folding her arms beneath her breasts, making them strain even further against her fashionable bra-top. "I can't go around playing with my brother's dick on camera! People will find out eventually!"
That people finding out was Iris' biggest worry said a lot about how far the girls were willing to go for more views. Harry suppressed a smirk.
"Iris dear, it's not like we're going to tell them it's Harry's," Daphne reasoned calmly. "We'll just say it belongs to some random guy. They don't need to know the details."
Harry held his breath, awaiting Iris' response. This was the make or break moment. If she agreed, his life at the Manor this summer would reach new, unprecedented levels of debauchery.
To his delight, after a moment's hesitation, Iris relented with a grumble. "Fine," she huffed. "But you girls will handle the majority of the filming, okay? I'll only lend a hand if the comments start requesting my involvement specifically."
Hermione's face lit up at the news, while Daphne simply smiled enigmatically. And secretly, Harry was overjoyed too, his cock twitching in anticipation. Iris' conditional refusal to join in on the action only meant he had to make another anonymous donation, encouraging the girls to include more of her. It was all Harry could do not to leap across the couch and hug the both of them in excitement. Instead, he kept his composure, playing it cool. "What's in it for me, then?" he asked, curious what these lovely young women might offer in return for such a generous loan.
The girls exchanged looks, before Daphne stood up gracefully and moved towards him. Harry's pulse quickened as she stopped right in front of him, fixing him with a bold gaze. Then, without a word, she dropped to her knees, causing Harry's heart to skip a beat. "You get to enjoy the show, obviously," she purred, reaching forward and grabbing hold of his shorts.
"Wait!" Hermione exclaimed suddenly, standing up next to Daphne. "Let's film this. We can use your phone, Iris. This is definitely content our viewers will love."
Harry couldn't argue with that logic. Besides, having the event recorded would allow him to relive it forever. He felt a surge of excitement as the girls' naughty plans began to take shape.
With that, Iris quickly handed her phone to Harry, who snatched it eagerly and rose from the couch to capture the upcoming spectacle at the best angle possible. His hands trembled slightly as he set up the device, the adrenaline pumping through his veins.
And with the camera ready and recording, Daphne's skilled fingers went to work on his flies. Harry's breath hitched in his throat as the top button was undone and his shorts lowered ever so slowly, revealing the prize within. A soft moan escaped Daphne's lips as his thick shaft sprang free, slapping her lightly across the face. Her eyes widened in delighted shock, and Harry could've sworn he saw a hint of drool appear at the corners of her mouth.
Harry focused the camera on the scene before him as Daphne started running her hands up and down his now fully exposed erection, enjoying every second of the tease. She looked up at him briefly, her eyes sparkling with pure lust. "Isn't it beautiful?" she cooed, running her thumb along the sensitive underside of his cock. Harry's legs nearly gave way beneath him at the intimate contact. He glanced down at the screen, watching as the image of Daphne's exquisite hands stroking his length appeared on the display.
Iris couldn't contain herself any longer. "Merlin" she whispered hoarsely, eyeing the scene before them in fascination. "It's even bigger than I remembered!"
Meanwhile, Hermione had positioned herself directly behind Harry, close enough that her ample cleavage pressed against his back. Her warm breath ghosted across his ear as she whispered lewd suggestions for him and Daphne, egging them on. "Tell him how much you want to suck his big cock, Daph," she urged, her hands gently massaging Harry's shoulders.
Daphne's eyes locked onto his, and she licked her full, lush lips sensually. "Mmm... Yes..." she murmured huskily. "Your big, fat cock has been on my mind ever since yesterday. I've been dreaming about it filling my mouth, and sliding down my tight, little throat..." With that, she leaned forward and captured the tip between her luscious lips, causing Harry's eyes to roll back in ecstasy.
A strangled moan slipped past his lips as Daphne took the first inch into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, sending shivers up his spine. The image on the phone screen showed Daphne's gorgeous face looking straight into the camera, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him with expertise, her eyes shining with a mix of lust and determination.
Harry was in heaven. Having his cock worshipped by the stunning Daphne Greengrass while being filmed for an audience was beyond anything he'd ever imagined. She looked like an angel sent straight from heaven to satisfy his most perverted desires as she gazed up at him adoringly through half-lidded eyes. Her hands continued working his shaft, ensuring every inch remained slick with her saliva.
Hermione's whispers grew louder and more explicit as Daphne's head bobbed up and down. "Take it deeper, Daphne! Show us how much of a cock-slut you are!" she goaded. "Get that huge thing down your throat!"
Harry's breath came in short gasps as Daphne seemed to take Hermione's advice quite literally. Inch by glorious inch, his entire shaft disappeared into her waiting mouth. Harry's eyes bulged out of his head as he watched Daphne's cheeks hollow, stretching to accommodate his thickness. Her hands braced either side of his thighs for support, and still, she continued going until her nose touched his pelvis.
"Oh fuck... That's it... That's the hottest thing I've ever seen..." Harry heard Iris breathe beside him, the phone almost dropping from his grasp.
He knew that view was indeed something special. Seeing Daphne's exquisite face so close to his crotch, knowing that his cock was fully down her fantastic throat being pleasured by those full, red lips, was incredibly erotic.
He stole a quick glance at his sister through the corner of his eye of his eye, seeing her bite her lip as she watched the spectacle intently. Her own hand had found its way to her chest, kneading one of her breasts over the fabric of her bra. The sight sent another jolt of electricity through him. He wondered if she realised how turned on she looked right then. Maybe she wasn't as opposed to playing with his cock as she had originally let on.
Daphne must have arrived at the same conclusion, because she pulled off abruptly with a lewd pop, leaving Harry's manhood dripping wet. A strand of it connected the tip to her lush, red lips, and she ran her tongue along it, savouring the taste. Then, looking sideways at Iris, she said breathlessly, "Now, who's the pervert? Hmm?"
Irish blushed at being caught.
Harry groaned loudly as Daphne returned to work on his cock with renewed vigour, seemingly intent on milking him dry right there and then. But just when he thought things couldn't get any better, Hermione pipped up again.
"Grab a fistful of that blonde hair and fuck her face, Harry!" she suggested eagerly. "Show Daphne what a real man does to a girl who's begging for his cum."
The words were barely out of Hermione's mouth before Harry acted on the salacious suggestion. He gripped a handful of Daphne's silken locks and thrust his hips forward slightly, pushing his cock further into Daphne's willing orifice. The angle changed slightly, and Harry could feel the difference immediately. Daphne's eyes widened at the new sensation, yet she didn't protest in the slightest. Instead, she simply moaned around his meat, encouraging him to continue.
So Harry did. With each subtle thrust of his hips, Daphne's pretty blue eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Her hands left his thighs and moved to brace themselves against the couch behind her instead. Hermione's fingers dug gently but firmly into Harry's shoulders, urging him on. And guided by her expert touch, Harry began picking up the pace, thrusting his hips rhythmically.
Daphne's entire body quivered with each powerful stroke, and Harry revelled in the sight of her being dominated so thoroughly. He felt a sense of pride swell within him, knowing that it was his cock bringing this vixenish woman such pleasure. On the screen, her cheeks became an even prettier shade of red as she struggled to keep up with his increasing tempo. Yet despite the obvious challenge, she continued sucking him diligently, her eyes squeezed shut now as she focused solely on giving him pleasure.
"That's it... Fuck her good and hard..." Hermione whispered hoarsely in his ear, her hot breath sending thrilling shudders across his skin. Her hands tightened their grip, and Harry followed suit by accelerating his movements further. Daphne's eyes opened wide as she started choking, unable to keep up with his relentless pace. Her whole body shook violently with each powerful stroke, and soon enough, clear tears streamed down her face, mixing with the copious amounts of saliva dripping down her chin.
Yet still, she persevered, refusing to push him away. Harry admired her determination immensely. It only made him want to reward her all the more. So he kept thrusting, driving his thick cock deeper and deeper into her willing mouth, relishing each moistened decibel that escaped her lips.
"Mmmmphh... hmmmpphhhh..." Daphne choked, her eyes watering heavily as she continued valiantly trying to keep up with Harry's relentless pace. He could tell she was reaching her limit, yet somehow, some masochistic part of her enjoyed the challenge. Or maybe it was the thrill of being utterly dominated that kept her going. Whatever the reason, Harry was grateful beyond measure.
Meanwhile, Harry's own release was building rapidly towards its climax. With each passing moment, the pressure in his loins mounted, and the need to spend himself grew more and more irresistible. Daphne's skilled orals coupled with Hermione's enticing suggestions were proving too much for him to handle. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"Fuck... You're gonna make me cum, you little minx," Harry growled, a mix of warning and admiration in his tone. Yet even as he spoke, he felt his balls draw tight, signalling the imminent eruption.
Hermione grinned widely. "Do it! Paint her face with your load!" she urged excitedly. "Make her your little cum slut!"
And with that final encouragement, Harry's control snapped. He released his grip on Daphne's hair, withdrawing his shaft from her mouth. She looked up at him, eyes pleading for his cum, a cute, hopeful smile on her lips. Without hesitation, Harry grabbed hold of his length and aimed it directly at Daphne's beautiful face.
With a loud groan, he emptied himself onto the waiting features of the Slytherin beauty. A thick stream of pearly white spunk landed square on her forehead, causing her to flinch in surprise. More jets followed, coating her nose, cheeks and chin, until finally, the last few drops dripped onto her luscious lips.
Harry watched in satisfaction as Daphne licked her lips clean, swallowing every delicious drop. Then, turning towards the phone's camera, she gave a naughty wink before standing up gracefully.
Harry lowered the phone, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. He could die happy now, having just witnessed - and participated in - one of the most erotic scenes of his life. Daphne was theHogwarts tease, and he had spent countless nights fantasising about her, yet never once had he imagined that he would be able to dominate her so thoroughly. That thought alone brought a silly grin to his face.
While Harry was busy basking in post-orgasmic bliss, Hermione rushed forward with her phone, holding it close to Daphne's cum-splattered face. She snapped several pictures at different angles, capturing the sticky mess glistening across Daphne's flawless complexion. "There! That should keep the viewers entertained while we set up the next scene!" she said cheerfully, before wiping some of the cum off Daphne's cheek with a finger and popping it into her mouth.
Harry's grin widened further at the intimate act. These girls really were something else.
Iris scowled at Hermione, wrinkling her perfect nose in disgust. "Disgusting", she muttered under her breath, though her voice lacked any real conviction. Harry noticed how her eyes kept darting towards his cock, which was very much still on display. He also couldn't help but notice the dark patch that had formed at the crotch of her tiny booty shorts, evidence of her excitement seeping through the thin fabric.
Perhaps there was hope for her involvement yet. Harry resolved to make another anonymous donation, encouraging the girls to include more of Iris in future videos. After all, if anyone deserved to play with his cock, it was definitely these three lovely ladies. And if they wanted it badly enough as a result, who was he to refuse?
Chapter 9: Hermione's Reward! - Hermione has been longing for Harry's cock every since she arrived at Potter Manor. And with Harry's recent involvement with their WitchTok channel, she knows exactly how to get it. Little does she know, however, that she isn't the only one looking forward to spending some quality time with him!
Harry had been lost in thought as he walked through the halls of Potter Manor. His mind kept wandering back to the previous day and all the events that transpired since his arrival here, and how everything seemed to have changed so quickly.
He had never imagined that he would be spending the summer with six cock-hungry vixens, each one more insatiable than the last. And never in his wildest dreams had he expected two of those women to be his sister and mum! And while those two women had yet to get a taste of him, Harry was confident that they would eventually come begging for his big fat cock just like their friends.
He shook his head at how quickly things had progressed since then. From innocent dancing by the pool in skimpy bathing suits to recording lewd content on WitchTok and Daphne 'accidentally' flashing his sister and mum with his massive erection, he still couldn't believe what was happening right now.
Harry sighed as he reached the library door. He needed a break from all these thoughts. There were simply too many things racing through his mind at once and he had been falling behind on his reading as a result. So instead of wandering the halls looking for horny witches, Harry decided to spend some time alone in the peace and quiet of the library, hoping it would help him clear his head.
As soon as he stepped inside, however, another set of long legs caught his attention - these ones belonged to Hermione Granger who was stretching up onto her toes at one end of a bookshelf. Harry couldn't help but stare; she looked absolutely incredible in what appeared to be nothing more than some loose pink crop top and a tiny white skirt.
And by tiny, he meant tiny! The fabric barely covered anything except for its hemline which sat just above her hips leaving plenty behind for him to enjoy looking at as she stretched up towards the highest shelves. Harry swallowed hard, his throat going dry almost immediately upon seeing how much skin was on display today compared to when they last met here in this very same place.
It was clear that these women had been dressing more and more provocatively by the day, their skirts and blouses growing shorter and tighter each time he saw them. And some of the ladies had even started going commando underneath those tiny outfits too - something which made his cock twitch involuntarily whenever they bent over or stretched themselves up high enough for him to get a good view.
Even his mum had started dressing more daringly these past few days, opting instead towards loose summer robes that hung off her shoulders and showed lots of cleavage rather than buttoned-up blouse tops like she was used to wearing these past few years. At least she still wore panties beneath those flowing fabrics though... He wasn't sure if he was ready for a look at the forbidden fruit just yet...
One of the girls that had foregone underwear altogether was Hermione herself, who seemed intent on showing off every inch of her body today if her current pose was anything to go by. As his legs carried him closer to where she stood, Harry noticed how far her little crop top had risen due to her arm movements, revealing an ample amount of soft flesh along the way.
Her plump breasts bounced softly as she continued reaching higher, giving him quite the show indeed. In fact, he could practically hear her moaning already, imagining himself touching those luscious mounds before sinking deep between her cheeks until she came all over his shaft.
"You look amazing," Harry called out without thinking, causing Hermione to jump slightly before turning around to face him. Her cheeks turned bright red instantly, making her blue eyes sparkle with delight. "Thank you," she replied coyly, smiling broadly at him.
She played with the bottom edge of her skirt nervously, pulling it lower only for it to snap back up again, exposing her bare thighs to his gaze. It sent a shiver down his spine, knowing full well that she wasn't wearing anything underneath those thin layers of fabric. Just the thought of seeing her naked, willing form again brought a smile to his lips.
"Actually, you're exactly the person I wanted to find," Hermione added, taking a step forward towards him. "I wanted to thank you properly for helping us record our videos." Before he knew it, she leaned into him, pressing her chest against his own and placing a small kiss on his cheek. "We wouldn't have gotten nearly as many views without your contribution."
Harry felt his heart skip several beats as her warm breath tickled his ear, sending shivers running down his spine. She smelled delicious, her sweet perfume filling his nostrils and making him want to burrow deeper into her embrace. Instinctively, he wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her even closer. She didn't resist, allowing him to pull her tight against his chest and grind his bulge into her hip.
"There are plenty of ways you can thank me..." Harry murmured seductively, leaning in close to whisper directly into her ear. His words caused her whole body to tremble, her nipples stiffening instantly at the mere suggestion.
Without waiting for a response, he took hold of her hand and guided it down between their bodies, pressing it firmly against his growing erection. She gasped quietly, feeling the heat emanating from within as well as the length straining against her palm. "Oh my god..." she breathed softly, squeezing gently as she explored its shape and size.
Within seconds, Harry found himself lifting her up by her ass, carrying her effortlessly across the room towards a secluded corner hidden behind a tall bookshelf. He pressed her up against the bookshelf, trapping her hands above her head as he kissed her deeply, exploring every inch of her mouth with his tongue.
Their tongues duelled fiercely while he ground his hips into hers, letting her feel just how ready he was for action right then and there. She moaned loudly, unable to contain herself anymore, surrendering fully to his touch.
"Fuck, I need this so bad!" she panted desperately, grinding herself against him harder. Her wetness soaked through his clothes, leaving a dark patch on the front of his shorts.
He grinned wickedly at her eagerness, dropping his hands from her wrists and sliding them down her arms slowly. When he reached her elbows, he pushed her sleeves further up her arms, revealing the milky globes of her tits completely. They looked incredible, large and heavy with perky pink nipples begging for attention.
He wasted no time, cupping one in each hand and massaging them tenderly. Each pinch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, bringing colour to her cheeks and igniting fire in her loins.
"Mmmm... Yes! Squeeze them harder, Harry!" she pleaded huskily, biting her lip as she watched him play with her sensitive mounds. The sensation was driving her wild, pushing her ever closer to orgasmic release.
Harry obliged, kneading them roughly while teasing her nipples mercilessly. Then, when he couldn't take it anymore, he lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it lovingly.
Hermione cried out in ecstasy, bucking her hips uncontrollably against him. Her nails dug into his shoulders, urging him to continue faster and deeper. And so he did, switching between each breast until they were both slick with saliva and dripping milk.
"Please... Take me now!" she whimpered, spreading her legs wider apart to give him better access. Her leaking scent filled the air around them, making Harry dizzy with anticipation.
Slowly, he slid his fingers down her stomach, tracing invisible patterns across her skin until he reached her drenched folds. A single digit slipped inside easily, curling upwards to stroke her g-spot gently.
Her muscles clenched around it immediately, gripping tightly as if trying to keep it trapped forevermore. But instead of fighting her grip, Harry merely increased the tempo, fucking her steadily with two fingers now.
"Ahhh... Yessss!" she screamed, arching her back and thrusting herself onto his invading digits. "I've been dreaming about this since you fingered me here last week!"
Harry chuckled darkly, adding another finger inside her entrance and stretching her wide open. She squealed in delight, loving every second of being stretched beyond belief.
"Did you imagine what it would feel like having my cock filling you up instead?" he growled into her ear, increasing the pace even more.
"Yes! Oh yes, please!" she begged, riding his fingers furiously. "Give me that big fat cock, Harry!"
And with those words alone, Harry decided enough was enough. He needed to fill her completely, claiming her as his very own fucktoy right then and there. So, without any warning, he dropped his shorts and boxers, freeing his throbbing shaft before her eyes.
It sprang forth eagerly, slapping against her lower belly and causing her to jump slightly. A small smile played on her lips as she admired its sheer size and thickness, knowing full well that she had never taken anything bigger than her wand before.
"Are you sure you can handle all of this?" Harry asked jokingly, giving her a wink.
But Hermione wasn't amused; she wanted nothing more than to have that meat deep inside her right away. "Just do it already," she huffed impatiently, turning around to present her plump ass to him.
As soon as she bent over, her little skirt flipped upwards, exposing her bare bottom to his gaze. It was perfect, round and firm with just the slightest hint of pink blushing along its surface.
Without hesitation, Harry positioned himself directly behind her, rubbing his tip against her slippery folds. His hands roamed freely across her curves, feeling every dip and curve as he prepared to impale her.
"Ready?" he whispered huskily, pulling back slightly only to surge forward again.
When he finally pushed forward, he felt her walls resist momentarily before yielding completely. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips as she adjusted to his size, but within seconds, she began pushing herself backwards, wanting more.
"Yesss..." she hissed softly, pressing herself backwards to meet him halfway. Their bodies met with an audible squelch, marking the beginning of their union.
For several minutes, Harry fucked her hard and fast, enjoying the way her flesh rippled under his hands and how her moans grew louder with each passing moment. Every inch of him was coated in her juices, lubricating his movements perfectly.
"Fuck! FUCK!" she shouted suddenly, grabbing hold of the bookshelf for support, burying her face into the spines beside her. "I'm gonna cum!"
Her body shuddered violently, signalling her imminent climax. In response, Harry quickened his pace, drilling her relentlessly till she came all over his length, screaming loudly at the top of her lungs.
The rhythmic sounds of flesh smacking flesh echoed throughout the library, growing louder with every thrust. But Hermione didn't seem to notice or care; she simply let go entirely, surrendering herself to the pleasure coursing through her veins.
Just when Harry thought things couldn't get any hotter, however, another voice entered the mix - this time belonging to none other than Emma Granger who seemed to have walked into the library during their heated session.
"Hermione? Are you in here?" she called out innocently, not realising that her daughter was currently getting railed by her best friend's son just a few feet away.
Luckily for them, they were hidden behind the tall bookshelves, allowing them to remain undetected while still keeping tabs on whoever might enter. Harry slowed down considerably, letting her relax fully before resuming once more.
Emma continued searching for her daughter, calling out her name from time to time. Eventually, she passed close enough to where they were hiding, prompting Harry to pull out of Hermione's sloppy cunt and push her down onto her knees to hide her from view.
And not a moment too soon either, because just as he stuffed his cock down Hermione's eager throat, Emma stopped directly opposite their bookshelf, seemingly having heard something strange going on nearby.
Knowing that the game was about to be up, Harry decided to take the initiative.
"Emma! There you are!" Harry said cheerfully, pushing deeper into Hermione's mouth until she gagged softly. "What brings you here today?"
Emma looked puzzled for a brief moment, as if wondering where his voice was coming from, before spotting Harry between the books on the shelf. Her expression changed immediately, becoming much softer and warmer. "Oh, hi Harry!" she replied warmly, smiling brightly at him. "I was just looking for my daughter... I thought I heard her somewhere around here."
Harry feigned ignorance, pretending to search for her too. "Really? Well, I haven't seen her yet. Maybe she went outside?"
"Maybe..." Emma agreed, taking a step closer to where they hid. She reached out and took one of the books off the shelf, to make it easier for them to talk.
As she did, Harry noticed how short her summer dress was, leaving plenty of thigh exposed for his viewing pleasure. The sight brought another wave of lust crashing through him, making him want to bend her over right then and there.
Unfortunately, such thoughts would have to wait, especially since he was still buried deep inside Hermione's willing throat. He could feel her swallowing him hungrily, desperate to taste every last drop of pre-cum oozing out of his shaft. And desperate to get her reward before her mother whisked him away.
"Anyway," Emma continued, unaware of what was happening mere inches away from her. "Do you fancy giving me another ride on your broom later today? The way you it made me feel last time was simply amazing!"
Hermione, still obediently on her knees and between his legs, suddenly choked on his manhood, causing Harry to grin wickedly. Apparently, she had been eavesdropping on their conversation too. And if her reaction was anything to go by, she wasn't exactly expecting to hear about her mum riding his cock anytime soon.
But despite her initial discomfort, Harry knew better than to stop now. Instead, he grabbed hold of her head firmly and started fucking her face harder, determined to finish off inside her eager mouth.
"Sure thing, Emma!" he groaned deeply, thrusting himself even further down her daughter's throat. "We can go whenever you like."
His words caused Emma's eyes to light up instantly, and her face broke out into a wide smile. "Is fifteen minutes okay?" she asked hopefully, biting her lip excitedly.
Harry nodded, feeling his balls tighten as he neared release. "Perfect," he growled lowly, gripping Hermione's hair tightly as he prepared to flood her throat with his load.
And that was what did it. Seeing Emma's angelic face so eager and happy at getting to spend time with him was simply too much, triggering his orgasm almost instantly. Within seconds, he grunted loudly as rope after rope of thick white seed shot forth, filling Hermione's waiting maw completely.
The girl swallowed quickly, drinking him down thirstily while trying to keep quiet so as not to alert her mum to their presence. Finally, when the last droplet escaped his tip, Harry pulled free from her throat and smiled triumphantly down at her.
"Good girl," he praised quietly, patting her cheek gently. Then, turning back towards Emma, he added, "So shall we meet outside then?"
Emma beamed at him, nodding enthusiastically. "Absolutely!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement, her breasts jiggling enticingly within her thin dress. "See you soon!" With that, she put the book back onto the shelf and left the library, leaving Harry alone with Hermione once again.
For several moments, neither spoke nor moved, both simply enjoying each other's company without interruption. But eventually, Hermione looked up at him, her cheeks flushed pink from exertion.
"Thank you, Harry," she whispered softly, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing herself against him lovingly. "That was incredible..."
He chuckled lightly, stroking her hair tenderly. "No problem, Hermione. It was my pleasure."
Then, leaning in close, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead before helping her stand back up. Their bodies entwined once more, tangling together passionately as they shared one final embrace before parting ways.
"Now, you'll have me excused," Harry murmured huskily, pulling away slightly. "It seems I have a date with your mum awaiting me outside..."
Hermione giggled quietly, blushing even redder than before. "Of course," she replied coyly, reaching down to adjust her skirt properly, though it didn't do much to cover her bare bottom any better than before. "Have fun!" she said before she could think twice, realising too late what she had just suggested.
Harry laughed heartily, shaking his head playfully. "Don't worry, Hermione," he reassured her, giving her firm bubble butt a gentle squeeze. "I will definitely enjoy myself."
With a playful wink, Harry turned around and headed for the door, leaving behind a satisfied woman who couldn't help but stare at his departing form longingly. She watched until he disappeared from view entirely, knowing full well that this wouldn't be the end of their encounters. Not by a long shot...
Chapter 10: A Wild Ride With Emma! - Emma has been fucking herself silly on Harry's replica dildo ever since Anastasia gave it to her. And now, having gained an insatiable thirst for Harry's cock there's nothing stopping her from hitching a ride on the real thing!