Chapter 13: Sister's Bounty
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The kitchen bustled with activity as Harry approached it, his senses immediately assaulted by the combined scent of sweat, perfume, and something far more tantalising. His eyes immediately flicked towards the source: Iris, Daphne, and Hermione. They sat around the large table in the centre, laughing and talking animatedly amongst themselves.
Fuck, they're all dressed to kill, he thought, his gaze tracing the outlines of their bodies provocatively.
Iris was clad in a loose, flowing skirt that barely covered her ass, her long legs crossed casually. A simple white blouse tied beneath her generous bosom accentuated her cleavage, the fabric straining against the weight of her breasts. Her nipples pressed firmly against the thin material, betraying the absence of a bra. She was a vision of seductive innocence, and Harry couldn't help but feel his shorts tighten uncomfortably.
Hermione wore a bright yellow, one-shoulder top, the plunging neckline revealing most of her ample bosom. Like Iris, she too seemed to have forgone a bra, her nipples poking against the fabric defiantly. A short, pleated yellow skirt barely covered her thighs, giving him plenty of flesh to feast his eyes upon. Her legs were crossed, one foot swaying gently back and forth, threatening to reveal more of her secrets at any moment.
Daphne's outfit was the most revealing of them all. A white, sleeveless, backless top was held up merely by thin straps around her shoulders, her tits spilling out generously from the plunging v-neck. The matching pleated mini skirt barely concealed her ass, her long legs stretching out elegantly before her. She sat upright, her back ramrod straight, making her tits stick out even more enticingly.
Hell, it's like walking into a wet dream, he mused silently, spectating the trio from the entrance. They didn't notice his appearance, too engrossed in their own conversation.
"I can't believe it!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly, waving her hands animatedly. "We're finally blowing up on WitchTok!"
"I know, right?" added Iris, smiling widely at her friends. "We've never had this many views on any of our videos before!"
"That's because we have quality content now," replied Daphne matter-of-factly, leaning back comfortably.
"Oh, definitely!" agreed Hermione, nodding enthusiastically. "And it's all because of Harry's... massive contribution!"
"Oh, come on, you guys!" laughed Iris, blushing slightly at the mention of her brother's manhood. "It's not like it's all all Harry's monster cock, is it?"
"Well, mostly..." teased Hermione, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. "I mean, we didn't get nearly as many views when it was just the three of us in our bikinis. But when we started incorporating Harry's fat cock... well, let's just say, the numbers speak for themselves!"
"Exactly!" agreed Daphne, nodding in approval. "And while we're still the main attraction, obviously, there's no denying that a sexy woman posing provocatively in front of a massive cock is a hell of a lot more enticing than just a bunch of girls in bikinis!"
Fuck, they're really going all out with this WitchTok thing, thought Harry silently, watching the trio intently from his place by the door. I wonder if I should leave a comment on their last video... Make another suggestion...
"I wonder what else we could do to keep our followers engaged..." pondered Hermione aloud, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
"More spicy content, obviously!" suggested Daphne quickly, winking mischievously at her friends. "I mean, we can't just keep showing off our tits and asses forever, can we? Sooner or later, they'll expect something... more."
Like my cock deep inside your pussy, you naughty witch, he thought, feeling a growing desire to join in on their little conversation.
"Oh, I dunno about that..." countered Iris, shaking her head lightly. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I love having all those eyes on us, but I'm not really sure if I'm comfortable with... going too far, you know?"
"Aw, come on, Iris!" encouraged Hermione, reaching out to take her hand gently. "This is our chance to become truly famous! We can't just let it slip away because you're shy!"
"Yeah!" exclaimed Daphne loudly, rolling her eyes dramatically. "You're always the first one to suggest sexy outfits and poses for our photo shoots. You can't fool us, Iris! You're a horny little slut just like the rest of us!"
"Well, maybe so..." muttered Iris softly, averting her eyes guiltily. "But that doesn't mean I want to start fucking my brother on camera or something, okay?"
Does that mean she's open to the idea of fucking me in private, though? wondered Harry silently, his cock twitching eagerly at the mere thought.
"Iris, you were cumming so hard last time, you nearly passed out!" pointed out Hermione, laughing softly at her friend's expense. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy having Harry's massive cock rubbing against your pussy like that!"
Iris blushed crimson at the memory, squirming uncomfortably in her seat. Perhaps reliving the sensations of that day. "Well, that's... that's different!" she stammered nervously. "That was just... just a one-time thing, okay? I didn't mean for that to happen!"
Fuck, I wish that could happen every day, thought Harry, adjusting his shorts discretely as his cock threatened to tear through the fabric.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe," replied Daphne dismissively, waving her hand in the air casually. "But the fact remains that we need to keep our content fresh and exciting if we want to stay relevant on WitchTok. And I, for one, have some fantastic ideas for our next shoot."
"Great, then it's settled!" declared Hermione, not giving Iris any further opportunity to object. "We'll discuss Daphne's ideas later tonight. Now, who's up for some lunch?"
"Me!" announced Harry loudly, pushing himself off the door frame and entering the kitchen proper. "I was just thinking about making myself something to eat. Would you guys like me to whip something up for you too?"
The trio turned towards him simultaneously, their eyes widening in unison at his sudden appearance. For a moment, nobody spoke, the tension in the air palpable. Then, just as suddenly, Iris laughed nervously, breaking the silence.
"Harry! I didn't know you were there!" she exclaimed, her blush deepening visibly. "Um, yeah, sure, if you're making yourself something to eat, could you make us something too?"
"No problem, Sis," he replied easily, moving towards the fridge. He couldn't help but notice the way her gaze lingered upon his crotch, her eyes widening ever so slightly upon noticing the bulge tenting his shorts.
If there were any doubt that he had been listening in on their conversation, it evaporated instantly upon catching sight of his erection. Her cheeks turned an even darker shade of crimson, and she averted her eyes quickly, looking anywhere but at him.
While Harry rustled around in the kitchen, preparing a light lunch for everyone, Hermione found herself busy with the task of setting the table. The kitchen was well-equipped, with an abundance of dishes, silverware, and glasses at her disposal. She selected an elegant place setting for each of them, complete with a gleaming fork, knife, and a shimmering glass for their drinks.
Harry, oblivious to what was happening behind him and deep in his own thoughts, only turned when the sudden sound of something hitting the floor cut through his reverie.
"Oops, clumsy me!" exclaimed Hermione, bending over quickly to pick up the errant piece of cutlery.
Harry watched in silent amazement as Hermione bent over, her ass presented perfectly for his viewing pleasure. With each tantalising inch she bent, her short skirt slowly rose, revealing more and more of her delicious ass.
With her head tilted downward, her ass was thrust upward, giving Harry a stunning view of her pussy and ass. She was clearly not wearing any underwear beneath the short skirt. He could see every detail of her moist, delicate folds, the colour of her lips, and her clitoris peeking out from the top, eager and sensitive.
The view was mesmerising. He had never seen Hermione so unguarded, so vulnerable, and yet so beautiful. His cock throbbed painfully in his shorts, straining to be free from the confines of his shorts.
Fuck, she's such a tease, he thought, biting back a groan. Ever since he had fucked her silly in the library, it was as if she was begging for another round. Does she have any idea what she's doing to me with this kind of display?
"Hermione, you're such a slut," Iris agreed, giggling at her friend's expense. Harry wasn't surprised to hear that Iris had noticed the same thing. "Bending over just to flash Harry like that? Really?"
Hermione, too busy picking up her fork to notice Harry's intense gaze on her, turned towards Iris with a frown. "I did not!" she protested weakly, though her excited face betrayed her feigned indignation.
Daphne, having watched the scene unfold in amusement, couldn't help but make a contribution. "Well, I'd say it was quite effective either way," she chuckled, winking lewdly at Harry.
Harry could only swallow hard, his eyes never leaving Hermione's glorious ass. His mind was awash with fantasies, each more obscene than the last. He wanted to bend her over the table, flip her skirt up, and thrust his throbbing cock into her from behind. He wanted to see her face, flushed with desire as he filled her completely.
He wanted to taste her, to lick her, to hear her moan and cry out his name. He wanted to pin her down and make her his own, make her admit that she wanted him just as badly.
And perhaps most importantly, he wanted Iris to watch it all happen. He wanted her to look on as his massive cock ploughed into Hermione's tight pussy, to see her face filled with lust and longing, to hear her whimpers as she watched her friend writhe in ecstasy. And he wanted her to wish that it was her beneath him, her feeling the weight of his shaft, the girth of his head, the slickness of his seed.
Lost in his fantasies, he barely noticed Iris and Daphne gathering around Hermione, commenting on her attire. "It's not like you're wearing anything underneath either, Iris!" Hermione pointed out, a note of defiance in her voice.
Harry's heart skipped a beat at the revelation. Iris wasn't wearing any underwear beneath her tiny skirt either? That's an accident waiting to happen!
He watched as Daphne, always the boldest of the three friends, reached out and grabbed the hem of Iris' skirt, tugging it upward. Harry's breath hitched as he caught a glimpse of Iris's bare, glistening pussy. It was shaven, wet, and leaking, the lips swollen with arousal. He could almost feel the heat wafting off her.
Fuck, he thought, his cock aching, throbbing with unfulfilled need. He was going to explode before he even had a chance to touch either of them.
Iris, flustered, tugged her skirt down quickly, her face flushed an even deeper red. "Well, it's hot, isn't it?" she stammered, giving a weak excuse. "And I can wear what I want in my own home, can't I? Besides, I'm not the only one here not wearing underwear," she added, casting a pointed look at Daphne.
Daphne, nonchalant, shrugged. "Well, it's hot," she echoed, parroting Iris' words back at her.
"And besides, our mums are all doing it too," added Iris, her tone more confident now that she wasn't the only one being put on the spot.
Harry felt his heart leap in his chest. His mum was also letting her pussy breathe freely? The thought of Lily, his own mother, letting her own pussy air out in the open was too much for him to handle. His cock jerked painfully, and he had to lean against the counter for support.
"I agree, it does feel nice in this heat," chimed in Hermione, her voice thick with excitement. "Nothing quite compares to the feel of the breeze on your skin, the sun on your back, and the sensation of the fabric brushing tantalisingly against your bare pussy."
Harry couldn't help but groan at her words. The imagery was too much for him. He watched as Hermione's eyes met his own, her lips curling into a wicked grin. She was having him on a string, leading him on like a puppet master.
With a struggle, he regained his composure, clearing his throat before speaking up. "So, lunch is ready," he announced, turning back to the counter and putting the finishing touches on the dish.
The women, thankfully, seemed none the wiser to his internal struggle, their minds equally filled with lewd thoughts, fuelled by the intoxicating combination of the hot summer heat and their own lust. They gathered around the table, their appetites whetted not just by the scent of the food but also by the anticipation of what the day might bring.
They served themselves, the clinking of cutlery against plates echoing through the room, punctuated by the occasional sighs and moans that slipped from their lips as they savoured the dishes that Harry had prepared for them.
The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, the room filled with the kind of tension that could be cut with a knife, or bonked with a fat cock. Harry was on edge, his senses hyper-aware of every little detail, every little nuance.
He couldn't help but steal glances at each of them as they ate, their expressions filled with desire and longing. And all the while, he could feel his erection throbbing painfully in his shorts, a constant reminder that he was every bit as turned on as they were, if not more so.
"Well, this has been fantastic, Harry," exclaimed Hermione, pushing her plate away and leaning back against her chair with a satisfied sigh. "But I should get back to my studies. I have quite a bit of reading to do before tonight."
"Yeah, we need to get moving too," added Iris, finishing off the last of her drink. "We're going to work out for a bit," she informed him, getting up from the table and stretching languidly before him.
The stretch showed off every inch of her body, from her tits to her long legs and her shapely ass. Harry's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary, his mind already running wild with fantasies of them tangled together in sweat and lust.
Iris must have noticed his gaze, because she suddenly blushed, her face flushing a bright red before she quickly turned away. It was a stark contrast from the times when she used to call him a pervert for looking at her, but now she didn't seem to mind anymore. In fact, Harry had noticed that she even encouraged him sometimes, flaunting her body before him like a peacock showing off its feathers.
Daphne, noticing their heated exchange, couldn't help but laugh at the situation. "Well, you're always welcome to join us, Harry," she offered, winking suggestively at him.
"Oh, really?" asked Harry, his eyes light up, surprised at her suggestion.
"Sure, why not?" replied Daphne, her tone flirtatious. "It's not like we're doing anything special. Just some core exercises and some squats. I'm sure you can keep up."
Harry couldn't help but gulp at the thought. Core exercises and squats? He could only imagine the kind of workout they had planned.
"Right," replied Harry, gathering his composure. "Sure, I'd like that."
Iris, who had been unusually silent, seemed to stiffen at the suggestion. It was subtle, but Harry caught it.
Why does she seem so flustered? he thought, intrigued by the sudden development. Was there more to their workout than what they were letting on?
"Great," beamed Daphne, clearly pleased by his response. "We'll meet you in the gym in fifteen minutes. Don't be late!"
The women left the kitchen in a rush, their scent of arousal lingering behind them. Harry, still reeling from the sudden turn of events, couldn't help but feel like he was walking into something far more dangerous than he could have ever imagined.
And I have a feeling that this won't just be a regular workout, he mused, a mischievous grin forming on his lips.
But before he could join them, there was something he needed to attend to. He needed relief, and fast. He couldn't be working out with a raging erection, now, could he?
Chapter 14: Stuck in the Living Room! - After the most sexually frustrating workout of his life, Harry walks in on Daphne split naked in the living room, with just a towel over her shoulder. Luckily for him, she is just as hungry for his thick cock as he is for her dripping cunt!
Harry's workout with Iris and Daphne had been intense to say the least. His muscles burned with exertion, and his heart pounded in his chest. But it wasn't just the physical activity that had him so worked up. No, it was the memory of their sweat-slicked bodies, their heaving breaths, and the teasing glimpses of their bare skin that had him feeling like he was about to burst. Which was exactly why he had decided to call the workout early.
He had desperately tried to work away his aching erection with his hand in his bedroom, but it was no use. He had become too accustomed to the girls' stimulation by now, and nothing he did could bring him to his release. And so, he had decided to take a dip in the pool, hoping that the cool water would help calm his raging libido.
So Harry made his way through the hallway, his swimming trunks snugly hugging his waist. He had been so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he had barely noticed the figure standing near the living room entrance until he was almost upon it. It was Daphne, standing there with nothing but a towel lazily slung over one shoulder, her lithe figure completely bared for his gaze. Her perky breasts were on full display, the rosy nipples hardened in the cool air. Her narrow waist led down to her curvy hips, a tantalising hint of her bare pussy visible between her long legs.
She looked up as he approached, and her eyes twinkled mischievously. "Enjoying the show?" she asked, a playful smile gracing her lips.
Harry's face flushed, his eyes locked onto her exposed flesh. He could feel his cock stirring in his swimming trunks, the desire to take her on the spot overwhelming.
"I, uh... I was just... going for a swim," he stammered, his gaze lingering on the smooth skin of her stomach, the only prospect on his mind that of bending her over the nearest piece of furniture and plunging his aching cock inside her.
"Mhm, sure," she replied teasingly, her eyes tracing over his athletic form. "I just finished the workout," she greeted him with a sultry tone. "I was going to take a shower, but then I realised I might have left my wand in the living room, and I need it for my shower if you get what I mean. Would you mind helping me find it?"
Harry was too flustered to reply, his eyes glued to her delicious curves. Daphne took advantage of his temporary silence, her hands casually cupping her bare breasts, her fingers gently teasing her nipples. Harry's gaze followed the motion, and he could feel his cock pressing aggressively against his trunks. He nodded eagerly, unable to form coherent words.
Daphne giggled, knowing exactly the effect she was having on him. She turned around and made her way into the living room, her curvy ass swaying with each step. Harry followed behind her, his gaze fixed on the perfect globes of her ass. With every step she took, her long legs stretched, and her pussy lips peeked from between them. Harry's cock throbbed, his mind a whirlwind of naughty thoughts.
"I think it's around here somewhere..." Daphne mused aloud as she entered the living room, turning to face Harry. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in loose curls, framing her face. The towel slipped off her shoulder as she moved, falling to the floor unceremoniously. But Daphne didn't seem to mind, her attention focused solely on Harry. She stood before him, her naked body on full display, her breasts perky, her nipples hard, and her pussy glistening with excitement.
Harry's mind was racing as he looked at Daphne, her body a vision of perfection. He couldn't help but feel a surge of desire course through him, his cock aching with need. But he knew better than to act on his desires, at least not right away. Daphne was a tease through and through, and she loved to play her games. Harry knew he had to bide his time and play along. So instead, he focused his attention on the task at hand.
"Let me see if I can find it," he offered, his voice trembling slightly.
Daphne's eyes sparkled with excitement as she stepped closer to him. "Thank you, Harry," she purred, her voice like velvet. "I'd really appreciate that."
Harry nodded, his gaze flicking over her body once more, taking in every inch of her perfection. Then he cast the Accio spell, summoning her wand towards him. It flew from its hiding place, landing neatly in his outstretched hand. He turned to pass it to Daphne, but she seemed to be distracted. Her eyes were fixed on his crotch, her gaze hungry and wanting. Harry's cock twitched in his swimming trunks, growing harder under her intense scrutiny.
He cleared his throat, trying to break the spell that seemed to have fallen over them. "Here you go," he said, extending his arm towards her.
Daphne blinked, her gaze snapping back to his face. She smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Thank you," she replied, taking the wand from his hand. But as she did, she fumbled, the wand slipping from her grip and clattering to the floor. It rolled under the sofa, disappearing from view.
"Oh, no!" Daphne exclaimed, her voice laden with feigned shock, like she was acting out a play for his benefit. "I can be so clumsy sometimes..."
Harry couldn't help but chuckle at her predicament. He could have always just cast another summoning charm to retrieve it anew, and Daphne knew that just as well as him, but for some reason, she seemed to enjoy the charade. Harry watched as she bent down, her ass raised in the air, her pussy lips spread, and her wetness glistening in the light. She stretched out her arm, her fingers just inches from the wand, but it was still out of reach, the sofa too low for her to retrieve it in her awkward position.
Daphne stretched with all her might, trying to grab the wand. She twisted and squirmed, her body contorting in ways that made her breasts jiggle and her ass bounce. All for that final inch. But as her fingers finally found purchase, she seemed to lose her balance, toppling forward under the sofa. Only her ass and her pussy were left exposed for Harry to see, her legs spread wide and her wetness dripping onto the floor. Harry could hardly contain his mirth as he watched the spectacle, Daphne's teasing act making him even harder.
"Daphne, are you okay?" Harry asked, barely containing his laughter. There was no way she hadn't done this on purpose, but Harry was going to play along nonetheless.
"Oh, Harry, I'm stuck," Daphne exclaimed, her voice muffled as she tried to speak with her face pressed against the floor. "I think I can't get up on my own... Could you help me?"
He knew he should help her up, but he couldn't help but enjoy the view. She was so close, her pussy lips mere inches from his reach. He could feel the heat of her desire, her wetness seeping onto the floor. He was so close to taking her that he could taste her in his mouth.
Harry took a step closer, crouching down behind her. He reached out, his fingers finding her hips, his touch gentle. He could feel her tremble under his touch, and he knew she was enjoying this just as much as he was. She was one kinky witch after all. But still, he wasn't about to give in just yet. He knew that Daphne loved to tease, and this time, he was eager to play along.
"Sure, let me help you out," he murmured, his voice low and deep. He wrapped his arms around her hips, pulling her closer to him. Her bare pussy pressed against his swimming trunks, and he could feel her heat seep through it. She jolted, her body quivering in his arms, her pussy grinding against him.
Harry held her there for a moment, letting her feel his arousal, his erection throbbing in appreciation of her beauty. He could tell she was enjoying this, her breaths coming in short bursts, her body writhing in his arms.
"Harry, your swimming trunks... They're grating my pussy lips," she murmured, her voice strained. "Take them off!"
Harry laughed. A full-blown, genuine laugh. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying this as much as he was, but he couldn't help it. Daphne was irresistible, her teasing ways a siren's call that he couldn't help but abide by. He reached down, pulling his swimming trunks off, his cock springing free. It throbbed in the air, eager and ready, its tip slick with pre-cum.
Harry reached out once more, his fingers curling around Daphne's hips. He pulled her closer to him, his cock sliding teasingly along her pussy lips. She jolted, her body trembling in his arms, her pussy grinding against his shaft.
"Oh, Harry, yes!" Daphne moaned, her voice strained as she arched her back, pressing her ass against his cock. All semblance of her teasing act was gone, her body eager and willing for his big fat cock to finally spear her insides.
But Harry couldn't help but tease her back. He knew he had her right where he wanted her, her body trembling in his arms, her pussy practically flooding the floor beneath them in her juices. So, he pulled back just a little, letting her feel his absence.
"Yes? Is it working? Are you almost free?" Harry asked, his voice playful. He could see her hips gyrating, her pussy searching for his cock, eager to feel it again.
"Yes... I- I mean no! I mean, yes! Harry, just keep pulling!" Daphne moaned, her voice strained. "I'm so close, don't stop now!"
Harry laughed. His hands found her plump ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He pulled her closer to him once more, his cock sliding along her pussy lips, teasing her with his manhood. She jolted at the sudden contact, her knees practically giving away beneath her in relief.
He could feel her wetness spreading onto his cock, her pussy so slick with desire that it coated his shaft from his bollocks to the very tip. Harry groaned, the sensation almost too much to bear, his cock throbbing in his hand. He couldn't resist the temptation, not anymore.
Letting go of her for a final time, he grasped his cock in one hand and positioned himself at her entrance. Daphne was still on all fours, her ass in the air. Harry couldn't believe he was here, finally about to penetrate her.
"Okay, on the count of three, I'll pull you back," he instructed, trying to maintain his composure. This was it. "Ready?"
"Yes! Yes, I'm ready! Just... push your- I mean, pull me back!" Daphne whimpered, her voice full of longing as she pushed her hips back, trying to impale herself on his cock.
Harry counted down, his voice steady, his heart thumping in his chest. He had to set a precedence here. Show her who the boss was of this relationship.
"One."
He could feel another round of her wetness seeping onto his tip, her pussy lips parting in anticipation, her body eager for his cock.
"Two."
Her hips jolted, her pussy grinding against his tip, her body yearning for his manhood.
"Three."
And with that, he pulled. Daphne's body jerked backward, her pussy speared by his shaft, taking him in all at once. Harry groaned, the sensation of her hot, tight pussy too much to bear. He couldn't contain his pleasure, his hips thrusting forward in response, burying himself to the hilt.
"YES, HARRY!" Daphne screamed, her voice full of ecstasy as her pussy spasmed around his shaft, her muscles contracting and releasing, her juices flowing down his cock and onto his balls and the floor. She jerked in his arms, her hips gyrating and grinding, her body moving with his, her pussy milking him for all he was worth. "I'M CUMMING!"
Harry groaned, his hips bucking and thrusting as he tried to keep up with her movements. He could feel the tremors of her orgasm, her pussy rippling around his shaft, squeezing him. It was too much, too intense, too real.
But that wasn't going to stop him from enjoying this moment. He had waited years for this, to finally be able to take her, to feel her pussy around his cock, to be one with her in the most primal way. And now that he had her, he wasn't about to let go.
He drew back his hips, letting her feel the length and girth of his shaft until only the very tip remained inside her. Then, with a powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt once more, his balls slapping against her ass. Daphne cried out, her pussy fluttering beautifully around his cock, her muscles milking him for all he was worth.
Harry's hips bucked and jerked, his thrusts deep and powerful, his cock slamming into Daphne with a force that shook her to her core. Her body shivered in his arms, her pussy rippling around his cock as she took every inch of his length, every ridge and vein, every inch of his girth. Again, and again, and again...
"Fuck, Daphne, you're so fucking tight!" Harry groaned, his voice strained as he thrust into her, his hips bucking and jerking in a rhythm that he couldn't contain.
Daphne moaned in response, her voice full of pleasure as she took him in, her body moving with his, her hips gyrating as she met him thrust for thrust.
"Yes, Harry, yes! I want it all! I want you inside me, I want your cum, I want to feel you cum!" she cried out, her voice full of longing and desire, letting everyone within a mile's radius know exactly who owned her.
Harry couldn't believe it. He had waited so long for this moment, and now she was begging for his cum, begging for his release. He could feel it building in his balls, the pressure and tension coiling in his groin, the heat spreading through his body.
Harry's hands found her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her back onto his cock, his hips bucking and thrusting as he tried to fuck her into the floor. He could feel the tremors of her orgasm, her pussy rippling around his shaft, squeezing him and massaging him. And now it was finally time for him to join her.
"Okay, Daphne! Here it comes!" Harry moaned, the words wrenched from his throat as his orgasm finally tore through him.
Daphne screamed, her body writhing in pleasure as she felt his warm seed flood her pussy, his cum filling her to the very brim. Her knees buckled, her hips jerking as another orgasm suddenly tore through her, her muscles contracting and releasing, her pussy fluttering around his shaft.
Harry groaned, his hips jerking as he thrust into her one final time, his orgasm still rolling through him, his cock still pulsing as he emptied himself into her. He could feel her pussy milking him, her muscles working to wring every last valuable drop of cum from his shaft.
Slowly, Harry's orgasm subsided, his hips coming to a halt as he pulled out of her, his cock slipping from her pussy with a wet sound. Daphne collapsed onto the floor, her body trembling and spent, her pussy still spasming as the last ripples of her orgasm faded away.
"Oh, Harry, that was... that was incredible," Daphne murmured, her voice full of satisfaction, though still muffled from her position under the sofa. "I never knew... I never knew it could feel like that..."
Harry watched as she lay there, her legs still spread, her pussy still leaking his cum onto the floor, her body still trembling as the afterglow of her orgasm finally subsided. And he couldn't help but marvel at what he had just done, at the sight before him.
It was a work of art, a masterpiece of the most beautiful kind. Her pussy was still wet with their combined juices, her folds still flushed and swollen from their lovemaking. And there, right in the middle of it all, was his cum, glistening in the light and proof of his conquest.
Harry barely registered the sound of the footsteps, his mind still lost in the sight of his handiwork. But then, suddenly, there was a voice, a voice that he recognised.
"Harry? Is that you? I heard some noises from here, and I was wondering if everythi- Oh!"
It was Emma. Harry's heart skipped a beat as he turned to face her, his mind suddenly snapping back to reality.
She was wearing a tiny skirt, one that looked more like a belt than anything else. Harry could see her bare pussy peaking out from beneath the skirt's lower edge, glistening in the light, a hint of her wetness running down her inner thigh. Her top was a red, lingerie bra with a cut-out for her breasts, the article of 'clothing' likely more for the sake of propriety than for actual coverage. The bra merely pushed her tits up, presenting them on a platter for his viewing pleasure. And her legs, oh, her legs, they were divine. She was wearing a pair of red, high heels that made her legs look even longer and more slender, her toes painted in a matching shade.
Harry's cock twitched at the sight, his mind still in a daze from his recent conquest. These girls were dressing sluttier by the day.
"This is not what it looks like," Harry tried, the only excuse that came to mind.
But he knew it was no use. There he stood, buck naked, his cock hard and coated in his lover's juices, with said lover's ass sticking up from under the sofa, her pussy leaking his cum.
Emma chuckled. "Ooh, I think this is exactly what it looks like," she purred, her eyes twinkling with amusement and desire as she stepped closer, her hips swaying with each step.
Chapter 15: Nothing Beats Experience! - Emma catches Harry balls-deep in Daphne's freshly-fucked cunt, and rather than running, the cock-hungry MILF decides to prove that nothing beats experience! This married slut rides Harry into oblivion, her big tits bouncing in his face while she milks every last drop of his seed into her desperate married womb!
Harry? Is that you? I heard some noises from here, and I was wondering if everythi—Oh!"
It was Emma. Harry's heart skipped a beat as he turned to face her, his mind suddenly snapping back to reality.
She was wearing a tiny skirt, one that looked more like a belt than anything else. Harry could see her bare pussy peaking out from beneath the skirt's lower edge, glistening in the light, a hint of her wetness running down her inner thigh. Her top was a red, lingerie bra with a cut-out for her breasts, the article of 'clothing' likely more for the sake of propriety than for actual coverage. The bra merely pushed her tits up, presenting them on a platter for his viewing pleasure. And her legs, oh, her legs; they were divine. She was wearing a pair of red, high heels that made her legs look even longer and more slender, her toes painted in a matching shade.
Harry's cock twitched at the sight, his mind still in a daze from his recent conquest. These girls were dressing sluttier by the day.
"This is not what it looks like," Harry tried, the only excuse that came to his horny mind.
But he knew it was no use. There he stood, buck naked, his cock hard and coated in his lover's juices, with said lover's ass sticking up from under the sofa, her pussy still leaking his cum.
Emma chuckled. "Ooh, I think this is exactly what it looks like," she purred, her eyes twinkling with amusement and desire as she stepped closer, her hips swaying with each step.
Harry couldn't help but stare. Emma was a sight for sore eyes, her body a feast for the senses. Her full, round tits were a perfect handful, the nipples pebbled and begging to be touched. Her waist curved inward, her stomach flat and toned, leading down to a pair of wide, childbearing hips. And her ass, her glorious, heart-shaped ass, so firm and plump, begging to be squeezed.
Memories of fucking her on his broomstick came flooding back, making his cock twitch in anticipation. He couldn't wait to bury it in her once more.
Emma smirked, her gaze flicking down to his still-erect cock, a playful grin lighting up her face. "Looks like I missed quite the show," she pouted, disappointed.
"It was amazing!" Daphne agreed, climbing to her feet with her wand in hand, her pussy still leaking Harry's cum down her legs. Harry had been too busy staring at Emma to notice Daphne's escape, but she had clearly not been as stuck under the sofa as she had let on.
"I can imagine," Emma chuckled, her eyes tracing over Harry's form, taking in every inch of his naked body; from his broad shoulders and toned chest to his ripped abs and long, muscled legs. But the real show-stopper was his cock, the thick, long, and veiny member standing proudly in all its glory, dripping with his and Daphne's combined juices, throbbing with desire in her direction.
"You've had him in you, haven't you?" Daphne suddenly asked, her eyes flicking between Harry and Emma as if reading her thoughts, a knowing grin lighting up her face.
"What?" Emma blushed, her eyes flicking to Daphne's face, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment at being caught. "No, of course not, I'm a married woman! I would never—"
"Liar," Daphne accused, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she interrupted Emma's protest. "Deep down you're little more than a slut, just like the rest of us, Emma; always hungry for a big, fat cock to fill you up and leave you begging for more."
Harry couldn't help but agree with Daphne's assessment. Emma was a slut, through and through, a woman who craved cock in every hole, and Harry was more than happy to oblige.
"Fine," Emma pouted, rolling her eyes in defeat. "Yes, I've had his fantastic cock spearing my tight cunt before, okay? Satisfied?"
Daphne smirked, her eyes taking on a playful glint. It was amazing how she always turned any situation to her advantage. And even the mature and very experienced Emma wasn't safe from her teasing ways.
"So, you've had a taste of Harry's big cock, have you?" she asked, circling the other woman, her eyes tracing over Emma's body, taking in the curve of her breasts and the flare of her hips. She stopped behind her, her eyes locking with Harry's from over Emma's shoulder.
"Tell us, Harry," Daphne purred, her voice a sultry whisper as she spoke. "How does Emma's cunt compare to mine? Is she just as tight and hot as I am? Does she grip your cock just as hard and squeeze it just as right as I do?"
Harry couldn't help but laugh. Daphne was just as insatiable as she was shameless, a true slut and a vixen to the bone. He couldn't wait to see the two of them together.
"Emma, I don't think Harry remembers what your dripping pussy feels like," Daphne teased, her hands tracing over the woman's body from behind, her fingers dipping below the waistband of her tiny, belt-like skirt, to play with the lips of her wet cunt.
"Maybe it's time for a little reminder?"
Emma's breath caught in her throat as she felt Daphne's hands on her, her fingers tracing over the lips of her wet pussy, her touch sending waves of pleasure through her body.
"Mmm, I think you're right, Daphne," Emma agreed, her voice trembling in anticipation.
And before Harry could respond to the naughty scheme of the horny women, Emma had taken a step forwards, her hands pushing against his chest, guiding him backwards until the back of his knees hit the sofa. She pushed him down, her hands on his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles.
Harry didn't resist. He didn't want to resist. Instead, he let himself fall back onto the sofa, his cock slapping against his stomach as he landed. He was in for the ride of his life, and there was nothing that would stop him from enjoying every second of it.
"I think you should get reacquainted with my married pussy, Harry," Emma purred, her eyes blazing with desire as she climbed onto the sofa, straddling his lap. "We don't want you to forget what realexperience feels like, now, do we?"
Harry couldn't help but chuckle at her words. Despite the reluctance of a married woman, Emma was just as bold and brash as Daphne, a true slut who would stop at nothing to get her fill of cock.
Emma lowered herself onto his lap, her pussy pressing against his throbbing cock. Harry groaned in pleasure as he felt her warm, wet lips press against his shaft, her pussy lips parting to swallow the tip of his manhood inside her.
"Fuck, you're so wet, Emma," Harry groaned, his hands finding her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"That's because I've been thinking about this all day, Harry," Emma gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she sank down onto his shaft, taking him in all the way to the hilt. She groaned in pleasure as she felt him fill her, her pussy stretching to accommodate the thick, long cock.
Harry had forgotten just how tight Emma's pussy could get, the pressure of her grip intense and just right. It was easy to see why she was a veteran slut, her body built for cock and sex. And he hadn't even started thrusting in her yet.
"Judging by the way your cock is twitching inside me, I would say you've missed me just as much as I've missed you," Emma moaned, her lips curving into a mischievous grin as she arched her back, her tits thrusting out towards his face.
"You have no idea," Harry groaned, his hands roaming over her curves. His cock twitched inside her, eager to get back to what it was built to do; breeding tight, wet pussies.
Emma groaned as she felt his cock shift inside her, her muscles gripping him hard, refusing to let him go.
"I can't believe I went this long without it," she moaned, leaning forward, her hands on Harry's shoulders for balance as she began to rise from his lap, her pussy lifting from his cock, his shaft emerging from her depths inch by inch.
Harry gasped as he felt her muscles ripple over his length, her body spasming, contracting as she slid off his shaft, leaving only the very tip of him inside her.
"You're such a slut, Emma," Harry growled, unable to keep the awe out of his voice. "It was just yesterday I fucked you senseless and yet you're already begging for another go! You can't get enough, can you?"
Emma moaned, her head thrown back in pleasure as she felt Harry's words wash over her, a reminder of what she was and why they were there. "You have no idea, Harry," she gasped, using his words against him as she slammed back down onto his cock, impaling her snatch with his rock-hard shaft.
She moaned loudly as she took him all the way to the hilt, her hips pressed against his, her ass smacking against his balls. The sound echoed through the room, filling their ears with the juicy sounds of their sex.
"Get on with it," Daphne commented from her spot beside them, her own hand down between her legs, fingers rubbing lazy circles over her swollen slit. "Why aren't you fucking her like you mean it, Harry? Get your horny hands on her curvy hips and pound that pussy with every inch of that big, fat cock of yours, damn it!"
Harry couldn't help but chuckle at Daphne's antics. She always knew just how to get him in the mood.
"You heard the lady, Harry," Emma whined, her nails digging into Harry's chest as she rose from his lap once more, her pussy almost free from his shaft. "Let's give Daphne a show, shall we?"
And then, as if on cue, she plunged her pussy back down on top of Harry, his shaft thrusting deep into her depths, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body as his manhood parted her folds and reentered her depths.
Harry groaned as he felt her pussy clamp around his shaft, her muscles gripping and milking him, her wetness coating every inch of his cock as she sank deeper inside her.
"Merlin, Emma, you're still so fucking tight!" Harry growled, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft, creamy flesh.
"Only the best for you, Harry," Emma purred, her hips rising and falling as she began to ride him in earnest, her body bucking and jerking as she fucked herself on his shaft.
She was a woman possessed, her body moving with a frantic urgency as she took him inside her, her pussy rippling around his shaft, her muscles contracting and releasing, milking him for all he was worth.
Harry couldn't believe it. He had been teased and tormented all summer long, his eyes feasting on displays of feminine flesh his body craved, but never got the pleasure to touch until now. But over the last couple of days, he had finally been given the chance to appreciate every inch of the women around him; feasting on the best meals of his life, his lusty tastebuds satisfied like never before.
And if there was one thing he had come to realise over the past few days, it was that these horny ladies were in fact nothing but shameless little cock-whores, the kind of women who would walk around naked just hoping he would stick his fat cock inside their wet, sticky pussies and fuck them to his heart's content; as long as he stretched them out and left them leaking, their pussies stuffed and their holes gaping and overused.
It was a beautiful discovery and, as he watched his cock shuttle into Emma's married cunt time after time, he wondered if nothing could ever quite compete with the kind of sluttiness these whores were capable of.
Lost in his own thoughts, he dug his fingers into Emma's soft, round hips and began to thrust up into her from below, driving every last inch of his hard, veiny cock deep into her snatch with a pace that should have been impossible for any mortal man.
But Harry wasn't like any ordinary men. He had had many monikers over the years. The-Boy-Who-Lived, The-Golden-Boy, The-Man-Who-Conquered... But over the past couple of days, there had been one name that seemed more fitting than any other; The-Chosen-One, chosen not by any higher power, but by the horny, insatiable, insufferable whores he had surrounded himself with, who just couldn't get enough of his big, fat cock.
"Unh! Uhh! Unnngh!" Emma grunted in pleasure as Harry's cock invaded her depths, the head of his manhood bumping up against her cervix with every powerful thrust of his hips. She felt herself falling into a stupor as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her, the sensations flooding her mind and body.
Harry could feel her breasts bouncing in his face, the soft, pillowy globes slapping against his cheeks as she rode him, her nipples hard and begging to be sucked.
Unable to resist, he leaned forward, his mouth finding one of her nipples, his tongue circling the hardened bud as he sucked it into his mouth.
"Aaaah!" Emma howled, her head falling back, a silent scream of pleasure escaping her lips as she felt his mouth on her, her body writhing in his arms, her pussy spasming around his cock as he sucked on her tits and fucked her from below, their bodies moving in unison.
"I'm close! Fuck, Harry! I'm so fucking close!" Emma panted, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her body trembling as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses.
"Then cum!" he roared, thrusting up into her with one final, powerful stroke, his cock bottoming out in her pussy just as she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure.
Emma's pussy spasmed in ecstasy around his cock, her muscles clenching, her inner walls rippling in release. Her back bowed, the pleasure rolling off her body in wave after wave as it crested to the heights of orgasm.
And with one last cry of ecstasy, she came all over Harry's big, fat, virile cock, her pussy spasming around his shaft in tight pulses as she left him covered in her sweet, sticky, female emissions.
Harry grunted in pleasure as he felt her pussy milking him, the sensations of her climax rippling along his cock as her muscles pulled at his manhood.
He groaned as he felt his balls churn, the cum in them gathering force, building up and up, ready to unleash.
"I'm not done with you yet," Harry grunted, his hips slapping against Emma's luscious ass as he continued to drive in and out of her, the thrusting motions of his cock fucking the sweet cunt of his most recent conquest.
"Harry," Emma gasped, her mind addled from pleasure, unable to form a proper response. Her hips jerking and bucking as her own orgasm exploded out from between her legs.
"Your married cunt deserves a big orgasm before I let you go," he said through gritted teeth, his cock growing harder, his balls preparing their final offering for the slut on his lap.
"Ooooh!" Emma cried out, her muscles squeezing and spasming as the first strand of his white, hot seed blasted from his cockhead and into her womb.
Emma bucked wildly on top of Harry, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt his first blast fill her deep up inside.
"TAKE MY SPERM, YOU WHORE" Harry shouted out, his hips bucking forward once more as he spent every last drop of his seed into the waiting depths of her hungry, married pussy.
With a series of animalistic grunts, Harry's cum blasted into Emma's eager snatch, filling her up to capacity and then some, until it spilled out of her lips in long, gurgling streams.
Harry felt her pussy spasm with the last of his seed, her cunt massaging the jizz, pulling every last drop from his testicles.
"Morgana," Daphne gasped, her pussy still wet from her own dose of his seed and prior orgasm as she leaned against the sofa, her face a mess of sated pleasure and glee. "I think I'm getting wet all over again."
And Harry couldn't help but laugh. These women were shameless, shameless to the very last second.
But for now, he needed a breath of fresh air. He wanted to stretch, to let his dick get a nice break in the hot summer weather. After all, if the ladies were all flashing their pussies, why couldn't he flash his manhood?
Slipping out from under Emma's exhausted body, he stood and made his way towards the open balcony doors, his shorts left behind, his hard, never-softening cock swaying with each step he made.
Stepping onto the balcony, he took a deep breath of air, inhaling the scents of the summer breeze.
"There you are, Harry. I've been looking for you," Iris said from behind, the sound of her voice making his cock twitch in delight.
Harry turned to face her, unable to believe the sight he was seeing. She was standing there, barely dressed, her full, round tits bared for his hungry gaze, her pink nipples hardening in his presence. Usually, that would have been plenty to make his cock awaken. And yet, that wasn't even what caught his attention.
It was her skirt. Her skirt was barely more than a scrap of fabric, hiked up high on her waist to reveal every inch of her perfect, hairless slit; the lips of her wet pussy practically dripping, her glistening sex exposed for his viewing pleasure.
Chapter 16: A Teasing Display! - Iris insists her barely-there skirt counts as clothing while her dripping pussy and bare tits say otherwise, and when Harry's fat cock accidentally slots between her trembling thighs, the bratty little tease forgets every insult she's ever thrown his way!
Stepping onto the balcony, Harry took a deep breath of air, inhaling the scents of the summer breeze.
"There you are, Harry. I've been looking for you," Iris said from behind, the sound of her voice making his cock twitch in delight.
Harry turned to face her, unable to believe the sight he was seeing. She was standing there, barely dressed, her full, round tits bared for his hungry gaze, her pink nipples hardening in his presence. Usually, that would have been plenty to make his cock awaken. And yet, that wasn't even what caught his attention.
It was her skirt. Her skirt was barely more than a scrap of fabric, hiked up high on her waist to reveal every inch of her perfect, hairless slit; the lips of her wet pussy practically dripping, her glistening sex exposed for his viewing pleasure.
"Iris, what the hell are you wearing?" Harry asked, his eyes wide with shock and desire.
"What do you mean?" Iris asked, feigning innocence. She performed a quick, not-so-subtle twirl to let him see the back. The fabric not even trying to cover her doughy behind, leaving her bubbly arse cheeks on full display. "It's a skirt, Harry. Don't tell me you've never seen one before."
Her grin spoke louder than words and Harry found himself becoming increasingly aroused, his massive cock engorged and pointing accusingly at her. He could not believe his eyes as he watched the wet slit of her pussy glisten, the lips swollen with desire.
"You look like a Knockturn Alley whore," Harry blurted out, his eyes unable to tear away from her perfect body.
"I do not!" Iris retorted, suddenly flustered. Her face burned red with embarrassment, a beautiful shade that matched the fiery colour of her hair and only added to the eroticism of her current appearance. She desperately tried to fix her skirt, pulling at the hem and tugging it down, but to no avail. It was simply too short to hide her glistening charms.
"I guess you're right," Harry agreed, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "The whores at Knockturn Alley probably wear more clothes than this..."
Her emerald eyes flashed. "Oh, like you're one to talk, Harry!" Iris said, pointing accusingly at his throbbing erection. "At least I'm wearing something. You're just strutting around with that... that monster out and about!"
Harry laughed. His cock was indeed proudly jutting out, thick and veiny, the massive head shining in the bright light. And at the mention of his manhood, his shaft twitched, happy to be the centre of attention once more.
"Well, you see, Iris, that's because I just—"
"La la la, I don't want to hear it!" Iris cried out, holding her hands over her ears. "You're a pervert, I get it! I don't need to hear an excuse every time I catch you ogling me!"
"Ogling? Me? You're the one who can't stop licking your lips like a slut in heat," Harry retorted.
"That's right!" Iris said, before she had realised what she was agreeing with. "No—I mean... I'm not!" She whined, nervously licking her lips again. Harry's cock jumped at the sight.
"Whatever," Iris continued. Then, gathering her resolve, she took a step closer to him, getting in his personal space, making his heart quicken. "Look, Harry... You can stare all you want, it's not like I care. So—stare. Gawk! Look, all you want. It doesn't bother me at all! If anything, I'll just take your throbbing cock as a compliment!"
Harry didn't dare move an inch. Her being that close, the sweet smell of her arousal, the heat from her close presence—he felt entranced. And if his cock as much as twitched in that moment, he was sure she would've felt it against her inner thigh.
"Iris..." Harry muttered, his voice suddenly a low growl.
But before she had a chance to respond, a voice interrupted them.
"Iris? Are you there?" The sultry voice of Lily cut through the heavy air from the gardens below.
Iris visibly jumped in surprise, and as she turned around to face the stairs, where Lily would be appearing any second, she instinctively took a step back without thinking, stepping straight into Harry.
In the blink of an eye, his cock had slipped between her thighs, sliding along the length of her dripping pussy lips from behind, the hard, hot flesh of his rod separating the folds of her sex as it protruded proudly from between her legs.
Harry closed his eyes, fighting the urge to grab her by the waist—to smack his hips against her tight arse and grind his rod against her sex.
"Ah!" Iris gasped, unable to move away, frozen in place as her pussy spasmed, the sensations of his manhood pressed tightly against her sex making her whole body tremble with a sudden jolt of pleasure. "No... uh—uh... there's nothing to see here, Mum!" Iris said, trying to discourage Lily from coming up to the balcony, her voice growing tense, her thighs tightening around Harry's thickness as if trying to contain him.
Harry held in the groan building up in him, fighting with all his willpower. But Iris was like a furnace against him, her wet pussy radiating an intense heat as every pulse of her heart sent waves of warmth caressing his length.
He had to get her away, quickly, before his cock would burst, drenching her in a gush of hot white cum just as Lily would make her entrance...
But, damn, it felt good...
Doing the only thing he could think of in that moment, Harry mustered all of his willpower and drew his hips back, letting his cock slide along the moist slit of Iris' cunt, the head of his manhood leaving a slick trail of his pre-cum along her tender folds as he pulled back.
Then, when just the tip of his manhood remained lodged between her thighs, Harry gave a shaky sigh, his heart still racing like a madman inside his chest, before gathering every last ounce of strength he could muster, and driving his hips forward with a sudden thrust.
"Haaaarr—" Iris groaned out, her eyelids fluttering, her hands balling into fists at her side, her pussy spasming as Harry's cock suddenly made its reappearance between her thigs, sliding against her wet slit and sending shivers of pleasure running down her spine.
But unlike when Iris stepped into him, Harry's hips carried enough momentum to smack against her perfect, bubbly arse cheeks and send her stumbling forward, pushing her out of their intimate embrace.
"Oh!" Iris squealed, catching herself by leaning on the balcony for support, her tight body bent over, her delicious behind up in the air and her glistening cunt exposed, her pussy leaking her arousal like never before.
Harry's manhood throbbed, his body tense with a hunger to fuck her right there on the balcony, to breed her until his load dripped down her thighs.
"Harry! Iris! Oh, there you are! Harry, honey, what a lovely surprise," Lily said as she walked up the stairs, her face the picture of a happy woman, oblivious to the intimate scene that had just taken place.
And as she came into view, Harry's eyes widened, his cock twitching with a sudden surge of arousal as his eyes took in the sight of his mother.
Fuck, she's gorgeous, Harry thought, drinking in the sexy display, his cock throbbing wildly in the air.
She was dressed in a skirt much like Iris', though it was slightly longer than her daughter's, barely covering the prize between her legs, while leaving her pale, delicate thighs on full display. Her tits were also bared, her large, perky breasts with their pale pink nipples heaving with every breath she took.
Her fiery red hair flowed like a river down to her slender waist, while her green eyes sparkled with a youthful playfulness as she looked at them both.
And Harry couldn't deny the fact that her presence only increased the arousal coursing through his veins.
"Harry, you're naked!" Lily said, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of his throbbing manhood. She shook her head, clearly flustered, as she quickly averted her gaze.
Harry thought that an unfair accusation, considering her own lack of clothing. "And so are you," he said, raising his eyebrow at her. And it wasn't exactly like she hadn't seen his cock like this before.
Lily visibly blushed, her hands moving to cover her tits, her eyes flicking down to her skirt, as if to make sure it was still in place. "I am not. I'm wearing a skirt."
Harry chuckled at the absurdity of her words as they tumbled out.
"That's what I said!" Iris blurted out, her emerald eyes flashing as she stuck her tongue out at her brother. "I'm wearing a skirt too—see?" she said, pointing at her own outfit. But to Harry, it looked more like she was advertising her naked cunt instead, drawing his eyes down to her juicy slit.
Lily couldn't contain a burst of laughter. "Iris, sweetheart, your 'skirt' is hiding practically nothing! You might as well be naked. At least my skirt still covers my privates."
Regrettably so, Harry mentally corrected.
Lily's comment made Iris snort indignantly, crossing her arms under her tits, huffing in apparent exasperation. But then, the smallest, tiniest of grins played across the corners of her lips, as if she had just thought of a genius retort.
"Oh, really, Mum?" Iris asked, waving a hand through the air. "Did you miss the part where your skirt hides absolutely nothing, either?"
And then, Iris stepped forward and lifted the hem of Lily's skirt.
Harry's eyes widened as she revealed her mum's perfect, hairless sex, the glistening lips of her tender pussy finally fully exposed.
Lily gasped, her hands moving to cover herself, her eyes wide with shock. "Iris!" she gasped, blushing furiously. Her attempt to cover herself was futile, however, as Iris kept the skirt lifted, exposing her nonetheless. "Let go, Iris!"
"What?" Iris said, the triumphant grin on her face speaking volumes. "It's just as you said... We're both wearing skirts. It's not like you're naked, is it?"
And in that moment, Harry could not help but marvel at the scene playing out right in front of him. His younger sister, dressed in nothing but a scrap of fabric she called a skirt, standing beside their mother, who was also barely dressed; their wet pussies, toned stomachs, and full, round tits utterly exposed, a sight that made his manhood throb harder than it ever had in his life.
Lily caught the motion, her eyes flickering down to his cock. She managed to hold back a smile, but a soft blush spread across her cheeks regardless as she watched his hardness throb.
"Iris, stop it," Lily said, though it was less of a protest than before. Knowing that Harry liked looking at her body seemed to embolden her. "We're supposed to be gathering in the garden. The others are waiting for us."
"Gathering for what?" Harry asked, his eyes still trained on his mother's glorious figure.
"Hermione had an idea for a new WitchTok challenge and we need you to judge," Lily replied, her voice shaking, her eyes flicking between Harry and his impressive manhood.
"Oh?" Harry asked, suddenly intrigued.
Then, slowly, Lily stepped forward and reached out her hand, laying it on his throbbing erection.
Harry almost groaned out loud at the warmth from her hand. He could barely contain the tremble running through his body as she gently—oh so gently—started stroking him.
Her hand, her soft fingers, their tender touch was driving him insane with lust, her teasing a pleasure that was only second to the sight of her practically naked body.
"Oh, shit, Mum—" Harry groaned out, his hips bucking forward involuntarily, his erection jumping in her grasp.
But the smile on her lips was the icing on the cake.
Shit, I've lost my mind. I'm seeing things. I have to be dreaming...
"You are up for a challenge, aren't you, Harry?" Lily whispered with a grin, the sudden lust in her eyes shining.
She gave his cock a final, quick stroke, sending shivers down his spine, before pulling her hand away.
"Let's go," she said, beckoning Iris to lead the way and started the trek towards the garden.
Harry's cock throbbed in agreement, swelling at the thought of judging whatever challenge had Lily so hot and bothered that she felt the need to tease his manhood that way.
"Harry! You can't just accept bribery like that!" Iris interjected, reaching out with her own hand to stroke the bulging veins of his rock-hard cock. "That's no way to judge, right, Harry?" she said with a grin.
"I suppose you're right," he sighed, trying to fight the urge to groan in relief at her touch. "It wouldn't be fair if only Mum got to stroke the judge. I suppose I need to give both of you a turn, right?"
Iris blushed, a radiant red spreading across her gorgeous face, her hand suddenly moving away from his cock as if seared.
"I... I didn't—" Iris stuttered out. "I was just saying... you know what, never mind! Let's just go!" she said, a furious blush burning on her cheeks as she marched ahead down the stairs and along the path.
Harry chuckled, his eyes glued to her perfect arse, the bounce of her delicious cheeks hypnotising him as he watched her walk ahead of him.
"Iris? Harry? Come on, we're waiting!" Anastasia's voice echoed from the garden.
"We're coming!" Iris called back.
"I sure hope to be," Harry muttered, his mind filled with images of Daphne, Anastasia, Hermione, Emma, Iris and Lily, all prancing around practically naked, their tits bouncing and their cunts dripping.
What a glorious summer this is turning out to be, Harry thought with a grin, his fat cock throbbing proudly from side to side as he walked, eager with anticipation. Whatever challenge Hermione has cooked up, I'm sure it'll be a blast!
Chapter 17: WitchTok Challenge! - Hermione and her mum are going head-to-head in the ultimate mother-daughter WitchTok showdown, but Emma's experience is no match for her daughter's insatiable hunger for Harry's fat cock, and only one of these desperate sluts walks away with his thick load dripping down her triumphant face!
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