Chapter 4 - Garden Escapades
Harry sighed contentedly as he stretched out on the lawn chair in the garden, enjoying the warm sunshine on his skin and the soft breeze that gently blew across the neatly trimmed grass. He still wasn't fully recovered from the previous night's antics, so the fresh air and the soothing atmosphere did wonders to clear his mind and rest his body.
He closed his eyes, letting his thoughts drift lazily as he relaxed, feeling his exhaustion ebb slowly away with every breath he took.
That was when a soft giggle from nearby caught his attention, stirring him from his peaceful repose. His eyes snapped open, searching the area until they landed on Hermione, who stood before him in a skimpy bikini that accentuated her lithe form to perfection.
A wicked grin spread across her lips as she approached him, swaying her hips suggestively, drawing his eyes to her luscious curves. Harry gulped, suddenly feeling anything but relaxed as he stared at the alluring vision before him.
Hermione looked incredible, the sun casting a golden hue across her honeyed skin, highlighting the tanned lines that ran tantalisingly across the surface. She was barely covered by her skimpy bikini, revealing more than it concealed. Her firm round breasts stood perky and erect, her dark nipples visibly puckered with excitement.
Her narrow waist flared temptingly towards curvy hips, leading to smooth thighs clad in thin strips of material that left very little to the imagination. Atop those slender legs sat an impossibly small scrap of cloth that served merely as decoration rather than actual coverage. It hardly qualified as underwear, offering no real protection against prying eyes or wandering hands. In fact, if not for its presence, one could easily mistake her attire for nonexistent altogether.
Harry swallowed hard, his throat bobbing nervously as he continued drinking in her splendid vision. It was difficult to keep from reaching for her, yet he resisted the powerful urge to do so, remembering where they presently resided and with whom. One wrong move, one misstep, and they could find themselves caught by her unaware father, Daniel, who lay snoozing peacefully just a few feet away.
Hermione, however, didn't seem nearly as concerned about discretion as Harry. Instead, she appeared emboldened by the danger of their situation, eager to test the limits of her newfound freedom. Already, her fingers had begun tracing idle patterns along her thighs, slowly sliding higher and higher, until they reached the edge of her bikini bottoms.
"Careful," Harry warned softly, his voice low and hushed, attempting to dissuade her from continuing further down such a dangerous path. "Your dad's right there."
She only laughed quietly, before leaning in closer, resting her elbows on either side of his chest, effectively trapping him beneath her lithe form. Harry could do nothing but look up at her, utterly ensnared by her bewitching charm.
"I can't stop thinking about yesterday," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that sounded like silk brushing against skin. "Knowing that we could have been caught at any moment made everything so much hotter, so much more exciting..."
Her tongue darted out to wet her plush lips, drawing his gaze to follow the moist trail left behind. "Don't you think so too?"
Harry blinked, struggling to focus on what Hermione said instead of simply staring transfixed at the gorgeous creature currently looming above him. Swallowing again, he nodded silently, understanding exactly what she meant. Yesterday had indeed been exhilarating; edgy and risky, knowing full well how close they had come multiple times to being discovered in the act. Yet, with Daniel just a few feet away, this was taking things to a whole new level altogether.
A devilish grin spread across Hermione's lips as she seemed to read his thoughts. Before he knew what was happening, she had already dropped to her knees between his thighs, her fingers busy at work on his swimming trunks, tugging them downwards until his hardening length sprang free from its confinement, standing proudly at attention for her perusal.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" Harry hissed, glancing nervously towards Daniel, hoping against hope that he wouldn't wake up and catch them in the act.
But his protests fell on deaf ears, for Hermione seemed determined to prove something to him, her eyes gleaming with unspoken desire and determination.
Without another word, she leaned forward, wrapping her full, ripe lips around his tip, seizing his swollen head firmly within her warm embrace once more. Slowly, sensuously, she began to suckle upon him, teasing his sensitive crown with gentle flicks of her tongue while massaging his shaft with long strokes of her hand.
"Mmm," she hummed softly, her voice low and sultry, the vibrations tickling his manhood as she purred her pleasure. "You taste so good, Harry."
Harry groaned helplessly, watching as she serviced him with such skill and enthusiasm. He could hardly believe what was happening, unable to fathom how quickly events had spiralled out of control. Only moments ago, he had been enjoying the peaceful serenity of the garden, basking in the glorious sunlight, yet now, here he was, mere inches from being caught by her sleeping father, his cock buried in her daughter's willing mouth.
"Oh, gods," he panted, his hips bucking slightly as she sucked him deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth as she swallowed him down, inch by glorious inch.
She took him deep into her throat, burying herself on his manhood, swallowing him whole until only his base remained exposed. Then, slowly, regretfully, she lifted her head, her mouth releasing him with a soft pop, leaving him glistening wet and dripping with her saliva.
As soon as he slipped free from her grasp, Hermione immediately dove back down, engulfing him entirely once more, desperate to take all of him inside her wanting maw. She moaned wantonly, letting loose an animalistic growl as she sank lower still, striving to consume every last inch of him, hungry for each delicious drop of pre-cum leaking steadily from his slit.
"Fuck, Hermione," he choked out between hitched breaths, fighting to keep himself coherent, holding tightly onto his fraying sanity.
As if sensing his struggle, Hermione suddenly plunged downwards, taking him even deeper into her mouth, impaling herself upon his pulsating length until her lips met the base of his shaft, swallowing him whole without abandon or hesitation.
Unable to take it any longer, Harry cried out hoarsely, giving into the overwhelming pleasure coursing throughout his overloaded system.
"I'm going to cum!" he warned roughly, barely managing to give her fair warning before he succumbed to his building orgasm, spurting rope after rope of white-hot seed down her gulping throat, flooding her insides with his essence.
Hermione squeaked in surprise as Harry unexpectedly pulled out of her mouth, leaving her bereft of his presence. Before she could protest, however, more warm ropes of cum splattered across her face, painting her features a ghastly white.
It covered her from forehead to chin, forming artful streaks that adorned her cheeks like modern art installations, beautiful vandalisms of her visage. Another stream followed shortly, lashing across her mouth and nose, before a final hot load splatted right on the bridge of her petite nose, dribbling down to either side of her nostrils before plunging unceremoniously to the ground.
As if on cue, Daniel suddenly stirred from his nap, blinking blearily up at the sky above him, attempting to adjust his blurry vision.
"What was that?" he muttered groggily, rubbing sleepily at his eyes.
Instantly alert to the threat nearby, Hermione wasted no time reacting, plastering a smile on her face as she started frantically smearing Harry's cum into her skin.
"Just putting on some sunscreen, Dad," she called cheerily, her voice high-pitched and strained as she rubbed his semen all over her body, drawing attention away from Harry's nude body and discarded swimming trunks.
Harry stared in disbelief, unable to believe what he was seeing. Was she seriously trying to pass off his cum as sunscreen? And what's more, was it actually working?
To his utter shock, Daniel merely grunted noncommittally, seemingly satisfied with her explanation. With another stretch, he settled back against the chair, closing his eyes once again, returning to his previous state of repose as if nothing unusual had transpired.
Beside him, Hermione grinned mischievously at him, still daubing Harry's semen across her skin.
Meanwhile, Emma chose just this moment to step outside. Dressed only in her skimpy bikini bottoms, her ample bosoms left fully exposed, jiggling enticingly as she moved towards them. Her warm gaze flickered interestedly between him and Hermione, a mischievous twinkle sparkling within it.
"Well, what do we have here?" she purred lasciviously, her gaze roving hungrily over Harry's body, taking in every inch of his exposed flesh.
Desire burned fiercely in Emma's eyes as she approached, every step drawing her closer, bringing her voluptuous form nearer and nearer. Without waiting for an invitation, she straddled his thighs, trapping him firmly beneath her shapely figure as she sat down onto his lap, grinding herself against him.
Hermione watched in amazement at her mother's audacious actions, barely believing what she was seeing.
"Mum!" she yelped softly, half-scolding, half-surprised by such bold behaviour. "Dad's right there!"
"Mmm, I know, dear," Emma replied, her voice sultry and smoky, filled with unspoken promises. "But sometimes, a girl just can't resist a little harmless fun, now can she?"
Before Harry could respond, Emma leaned forward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue snaking out to dance wickedly with his as she explored the depths of his eager mouth.
His hands found their way to her generous curves naturally, palming her breasts, teasing her nipples to hardened peaks while they kissed deeply. All around them, the world seemed to fade away, disappearing behind a veil of red-hot desire, enveloping them entirely within its scorching embrace.
Emma broke free first, gasping slightly as she panted heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly, causing her full, round breasts to quiver tantalisingly mere inches from his hungry gaze.
"Do you want me, Harry?" she whispered seductively, nibbling softly at his earlobe, eliciting a soft groan from low in his throat.
Harry swallowed hard, feeling his heart pound wildly within his chest as he stared into Emma's eyes, trying desperately to hold onto his waning control.
He had been just moments away from Daniel catching him and Hermione, and yet, barely minutes later, here he was, about to fall right back into the very same situation once again.
Yet even knowing the danger, despite understanding exactly how close they were to being discovered, Harry couldn't bring himself to care. Not when faced with the temptation currently ensnaring him so completely, not when held prisoner by the intoxicating scent of her perfume, by the hypnotising grind of her hips, or by the irresistible pull of those succulent, ripe breasts swaying pendulously mere inches from his famished mouth.
"Yes," he rasped hoarsely, his voice rough with barely-restrained lust. "Yes, I want you."
Emma smirked knowingly at him before standing up, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her bikini bottoms, pulling them downwards slowly, revealing her freshly-shaven mound, glistening with her wanton arousal.
Once they lay in a heap at her feet, she stepped free of the fabric, her sculpted figure bared for his viewing pleasure.
Without hesitation, she lowered herself back onto his lap, impaling herself upon his awaiting length, engulfing him whole within her slick warmth. She moaned loudly as she sank lower still, swallowing him deep inside her core until she finally came to rest upon his base, fully seated upon his manhood.
A soft whimper fell from her lips as she adjusted herself, growing used to his impressive girth, savouring the delicious fullness that his length provided as it stretched her completely.
Then, with a wicked grin, she began to move, starting a slow, steady rhythm, undulating her hips, grinding herself upon him as she rode him hard right there in front of her sleeping husband and daughter.
Behind her, Hermione stared in silent amazement, her eyes wide as saucers as she watched her mother fuck him openly, displaying her blatant act of cheating for all to witness without shame.
It looked very much like she wanted to speak up, to deny her mother her relief, but her fear of rousing her father kept her quiet, forcing her to bite her lip instead, holding her protests firmly behind clenched teeth.
Instead, she reached out tentatively, touching herself beneath her bikini bottoms, massaging her clit as she mirrored her mother's movements, rubbing herself faster and harder as she matched each one of Emma's thrusts.
Meanwhile, Emma paid her daughter no mind, her entire focus riveted upon the pulsating shaft buried so intimately within her. With every roll of her hips, she ground herself hungrily against him, desperate to draw forth another orgasm from deep within her core, craving release above all else.
Harry groaned loudly, gripping Emma's hips tightly as she rode him shamelessly, eliciting soft whimpers from deep in her throat. He could feel himself nearing his limit, each thrust threatening to push him past the brink of no return.
Heedless of the danger, Emma discarded all inhibitions, throwing caution to the wind. Grasping hold of his shoulders, she steadied herself, clinging tightly as she rose higher, her thighs tensing beneath her weight as she bounced even harder still upon his straining shaft. Soft cries tumbled from her lips each time she slammed back downwards, the impact driving him in deeper, piercing her far enough that the brush of her cervix teased his tip.
The smacking of flesh against flesh echoed loudly in the garden, the sound of their lovemaking reverberating throughout the air, filling the space around them with the wet, lewd sounds of their coupling.
Emma's moans grew louder, more desperate with each passing second, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to maintain her composure amidst the rising tide of pleasure surging throughout her.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, she threw her head back, letting loose an animalistic cry as she climaxed powerfully, coating his cock in her hot juices, drenching him thoroughly in her feminine essence.
Harry cried out hoarsely, the sensation of her climax sending him spiralling over the edge, pushing him past the point of no return. With a final thrust, he flooded her insides, spilling his seed deep within her womb, filling her up completely as he emptied himself inside her, bathing her in his potent essence.
Beside them, Hermione felt her own orgasm rising, the mounting pressure within her building uncontrollably towards its zenith. Her breathing hitched in her throat, her body trembling as she approached her breaking point. And then, without warning, she plunged over the edge, her vision going white as she convulsed violently, wracked by spasm after shuddering spasm as wave after intense wave of ecstasy washed through her, leaving her breathless and disoriented.
As if on cue, Daniel suddenly stirred once again, lifting his head wearily as he blinked blearily about him, struggling to regain his bearings.
Emma pulled off Harry with a lewd pop, climbing off of him as she hurriedly searched for her abandoned bikini bottoms as Harry's recently-deposited essence leaked down her toned legs. When she found them lying discarded in the grass nearby, she quickly snatched them up, wrapping them around her hips before tying a knot near her waist.
Harry meanwhile, fixed his swimming trunks, trying desperately to look normal despite having just experienced such incredible, incendiary sex, mere feet away from her snoring husband.
By some miracle, they managed to compose themselves in time, rearranging their clothing and appearance moments before Daniel managed to open his eyes completely, looking about him in slight confusion.
As the group moved indoors to prepare for lunch, Daniel never noticed the cum leaking down Emma's legs, nor did he notice the way she walked with a slight limp, her thighs still trembling from her powerful orgasm. He also didn't notice the way Harry's swimming trunks were still tented, nor the way Hermione's bikini bottoms were soaked through with her own juices. But that was probably for the best.
Chapter 5: Hermione's Backdoor! - Hermione wants to one-up her mum by fulfilling Harry's greatest sexual fantasy... Anal!
Chapter 5 - Hermione's Backdoor
Hermione pulled Harry into her room and closed the door gently, flicking the latch across to lock them both safely away from any chance interruptions. Once certain they were fully alone, her face contorted in frustration. Harry regarded her quizzically. "Everything alright?"
"No," she huffed irritably, crossing her arms beneath her chest and scowling petulantly. "I can't stop thinking about yesterday."
"Yesterday? What happened yesterday?" Harry asked curiously, unsure where this sudden change in mood stemmed from.
"Mum," she replied simply, rolling her eyes expressively. "She's... I don't know how to describe it. It's not fair! Why does she have to be so much better than me at everything?"
Harry blinked at her in surprise. "You think your mum's better than you at everything?"
"Well, no," Hermione admitted grudgingly. "But when it comes to pleasing men, yes!"
Harry shook his head, raising his hands in surrender. "Look, I don't think your mum's better than you just because she's older. You're both amazing in your own ways. Besides, I don't know where you're getting this idea from."
Hermione frowned at him, her arms folded resolutely beneath her chest. "You're just trying to be nice. Don't worry, I know the truth," she insisted. "When I decided to suck you off right next to my dad yesterday, I thought I was making the play of my life! I thought I was being so daring, so bold, so... so... sexy!"
Harry smiled wryly. "You were being all those things, Hermione. I was blown away."
Hermione didn't look convinced.
"Really, I did enjoy it. The danger made it even hotter. Knowing we could have gotten caught at any moment made every second feel incredible. And then your dad woke up and caught us, and I thought that was it. But you just looked your dad in the eye and started rubbing my cum into your skin pretending it was sunscreen, I couldn't believe my eyes!"
Hermione flushed scarlet at his crude description, looking down bashfully. "Yeah, I guess that part did turn out okay... But then mum came out and started riding you right there in front of dad, and I just... I just couldn't compete with that..."
Harry sighed heavily. "Listen, Hermione, you are incredibly attractive. Sexy doesn't begin to cover it. There's nothing you need to do or prove here. You're drop dead gorgeous, and I want you just the way you are. Okay?"
Hermione glanced up shyly through her lashes, biting her lip nervously. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely positive," Harry assured her fervently. "But if there's anything I can do to help convince you, I'd do it in a heartbeat."
"Really?" Hermione asked, her eyes lighting up with hope.
"Really," Harry confirmed, nodding his head firmly.
Hermione chewed on her lower lip for a long moment before finally speaking again. "Well, there is something that could convince me..." Hermione began. "I- I want to please you in a way mum never has. I want to do something for you that she's never done before. Something that will make you feel good, something that will make you feel special. Something that will make you feel like I'm better than her."
Harry swallowed hard, his throat bobbing nervously as he stared at her, his eyes wide with surprise. "What did you have in mind, exactly?"
"You tell me," Hermione replied, her voice low and sultry, her eyes smouldering with unspoken desire. "What's something you've always wanted to do with me or mum that you've never done before?"
Harry blushed slightly, feeling a little awkward at the sudden turn of conversation. "Well... Actually, there is one thing," he admitted bashfully. "But it's a bit..."
"I'll do it," Hermione declared firmly, cutting him off before he could finish. "Whatever it is, I'll do it. I trust you, Harry. I want to do this. I want to prove to you that I'm just as good as mum, if not better."
Hermione's eyes were filled with determination as she stared at him, her gaze unwavering. Harry sighed, knowing there was no way he could talk her out of it now.
"Alright," he conceded. "There is something I've been dying to try..."
Hermione waited patiently for him to continue, her eyes sparkling with excitement and curiosity, eager to learn what it was he desired most.
"I've always wanted to try anal," Harry finally confessed. "I've always thought it looked really hot, but I've never had the chance to actually try it. I'd love to give it a go with you, if you're up for it."
Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't look upset or disgusted. Instead, she blushed prettily, her cheeks flushing a soft shade of pink as she considered his request. After several moments of contemplation, she nodded slowly. "Okay," she agreed. "I trust you, Harry. I want to make you happy, and if that's what you want, then I want to try it."
Harry grinned widely, unable to contain his happiness. "Really? You're sure?"
Hermione nodded, her cheeks still flushed with colour. "Yes, I'm sure."
Without another word, Harry leaned forward, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, their mouths melding together hungrily as they lost themselves within each other's embrace. Hermione moaned softly, her lips parting beneath his, allowing his tongue to probe deeply within her, exploring her warm, soft depths.
As they kissed, Harry reached down, grabbing hold of her plump bottom beneath her tiny skirt, giving it an appreciative squeeze as he held her close against him. She gasped softly, breaking free of their kiss long enough to catch her breath once more.
Her nipples stood proudly at attention, hard peaks jutting from her full breasts, visible proof of her growing arousal. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, drawing in ragged gulps of air as she struggled to maintain control over herself.
Sensing his desire mounting, Hermione began stroking him gently through his trousers, massaging his thick length as best she could while fully clothed. He groaned softly, his hips bucking involuntarily towards her touch, desperate for more contact between them.
Hermione looked up at him with a mischievous grin. "I think we should get naked," she suggested slyly.
Harry nodded in agreement, watching intently as she stripped off her crop-top, revealing her pert, perky tits, capped by small, dark nipples that beaded tightly under his hungry gaze.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he rasped, his throat dry as he stared openly at her bare flesh.
Hermione blushed prettily, her cheeks flushing a soft shade of pink as she grinned at him, clearly pleased by his reaction.
Turning around and bending over, she reached back, unfastening her skirt and letting it slide down her curvy hips, pooling around her ankles before she stepped free of the fabric, revealing her fantastic ass.
It was round and firm, dimpled lightly where her thighs met her buttocks, smooth and supple under his admiring stare. The sight alone made his cock throb painfully inside its tight constraints, straining desperately to break free so it might sink into her welcoming warmth.
Hermione glanced coyly over her shoulder at him, her lips curling into a flirtatious grin as she swayed her hips invitingly, shimmying her bottom enticingly for his viewing pleasure.
Harry couldn't help but grin wickedly at her playful tease, his hands already working to free himself from his own clothes, desperate to feel her smooth, soft flesh against his own.
Within seconds, he was standing fully naked before her, his rampant erection pointing accusingly at her lithe form, dripping pre-cum like a leaking faucet as it waited impatiently for its turn to plunge deeply within her depths.
Hermione's eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of his thick, pulsating length, her lips parting in a soft gasp as she stared at his impressive girth. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like inside her, filling her ass so completely that she would struggle to contain him, feeling every inch as he slid deep within her bowels.
Hermione's thoughts were interrupted as Harry playfully smacked her ass, causing her to jump with a high-pitched squeak of surprise. Instinctively, she threw herself onto the bed, ass in the air as she propped herself up on all fours, her back arching as she wiggled her bottom enticingly, motioning for him to join her.
He eagerly obliged, crawling across the mattress until he knelt behind her, staring at her perfect heart-shaped ass, barely contained by the thin strip of lace covering her most intimate area.
Slowly, reverently, he leaned forward, pressing his nose to her panty-covered mound, inhaling deeply as he breathed in the intoxicating scent of her arousal.
Hermione whimpered softly as he explored her secret space, her pussy dampening further beneath her panties as she felt the heat emanating from his breath against her most sensitive flesh.
Unable to resist any longer, Harry hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her thong, tugging them slowly downwards, baring her glistening slit to his greedy gaze. As soon as her panties cleared her curves, he tossed them aside carelessly, leaving her exposed entirely for his visual delight.
Taking in the sight of her fully bared pussy, Harry couldn't help but stare at her perfect form for a long moment, taking in every detail of her swollen labia, her pink, glistening folds, and her puckered hole.
Without warning, he dove face first into her snatch, burying his tongue deep within her core, savouring the taste of her musky essence upon his palate.
Hermione cried out loudly, throwing her head back as she moaned wantonly, overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion of his probing tongue. She writhed wildly before him, grinding her hips against his mouth as he feasted ravenously upon her juicy twat.
As he lapped and sucked at her slickened folds, Harry reached around, seeking out her swollen clit hidden amongst the folds of her labia. When he found it, he began to circle her little bud, pressing lightly against it, eliciting further soft, needy moans from the petite witch.
Hermione's moans grew louder, her breath coming in ragged, hitching gasps as she panted before him, writhing and wriggling on the bed as he worked his magic upon her.
With each lap of his tongue, her pussy quivered and shook, her arousal rising higher and higher as she approached her inevitable climax.
Just when Hermione thought she could take no more, Harry slipped one long, slickened digit between her rounded globes, pushing gently past her resisting ring of muscle, breaching her final barrier.
"Harry!" she screamed, her voice hoarse and raw as she came hard, her entire body convulsing uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy washed through her trembling frame.
Her pussy clenched and unclenched around nothing as her muscles tightened in response to her powerful orgasm, grasping desperately for something to fill her, some form of relief from the overwhelming pleasure threatening to consume her entirely.
Before she had even finished cumming, Harry replaced his tongue with two fingers, sliding easily within her still spasming cunt, fucking her gently as she rode out the last vestiges of her intense release.
Once she finally calmed enough to speak again, Hermione glanced over her shoulder at him, her cheeks flushed with colour, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath once more.
"Fuck me," she demanded huskily, her voice low and sultry as she begged him for more. "Take me up the ass, Harry. I want to feel you inside me."
Harry grinned wickedly, withdrawing his fingers from her drenched channel, bringing them to his lips to suckle clean her tangy nectar off his digits. Once satisfied, he shifted position, moving himself directly behind her prone figure, aligning their bodies perfectly.
He brushed the tip of his cock against her moist entrance, rubbing gently as he coated his manhood in her slick fluids, ensuring a smooth entry when he finally penetrated her tightly stretched opening.
"Ready?" he asked her huskily, his voice thick with want.
Hermione nodded eagerly, her eyes bright with excitement as she looked back at him, her expression filled with desire and longing. "Yes, please, Harry. I want you inside me. I want to feel you fill me up completely."
Harry didn't hesitate, pressing firmly against her rear passage, feeling her tight ring of muscle yield reluctantly to his insistent pressure. Slowly, carefully, he pushed deeper, inch by agonising inch, watching intently as her dark ring gradually widened, swallowing the head of his cock as he sank steadily into her depths.
Hermione groaned aloud, biting her lip nervously as she fought to relax herself, trying not to tense too much as he invaded her untried orifice. It was an unfamiliar sensation, the pressure of his thick shaft breaching her tender opening, filling her completely, stretching her out to accommodate his incredible length.
Finally, Harry reached her limit, lodging his full length deep within her, buried to the hilt as he filled her ass, her bowels contracting eagerly around his throbbing shaft, squeezing him in greeting.
Harry paused for a long moment, allowing her to adjust to his presence, giving her time to grow accustomed to the feeling of his thick cock buried so deeply within her.
Hermione panted softly, her face flushed with arousal, her nipples hard peaks rubbing against the bed sheets beneath her as she glanced back at him, her eyes bright with hunger and need.
"Fuck me, Harry," she begged, her voice husky and low, dripping with desire. "Please, I need you to move. I need you to fuck me."
Harry didn't have to be told twice. Gripping her hips firmly, he began to pull back, slowly withdrawing from her snug depths, watching as her tight ring of her entrance clung to his shaft, unwilling to let him go.
Slowly, tantalisingly, he withdrew until only the very tip remained inside her, clinging tightly to the rim of her puckered hole, threatening to slip free at any second. Then, before she could protest his withdrawal, Harry thrust forward once more, sinking back into her plush embrace, filling her anew with his impressive girth.
Hermione cried out loudly, throwing her head back as she moaned shamelessly, revelling in the delicious sensations coursing throughout her abused body. Her whole form shook with every thrust, her entire existence centred around the thick rod pistoning in and out of her virgin hole.
She couldn't believe how good it felt, how incredibly satisfying it was to have him buried so deeply within her, filling her fully, claiming her wholly.
Harry worked her tirelessly, moving in long, languid strokes, fucking her leisurely as he explored her depths, learning every inch of her anal passage as he slid easily back and forth.
Each time he bottomed out, her cheeks rippled enticingly, her puckered hole clenching and unclenching around his shaft, massaging him gently as he thrust within her. It was a mesmerising sight to behold, his heavy balls slapping against her slick labia, coated in her glossy fluids as he fucked her ass shamelessly.
Hermione moaned louder, her voice rising in pitch as she approached her inevitable climax, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she panted beneath him, writhing and wriggling on the bed as he plundered her depths. And then, just as she thought she could take no more, Harry reached around, seeking out her swollen clit once more.
As soon as he found it, he pressed down upon it firmly, eliciting another loud cry from Hermione as she came powerfully, her entire frame convulsing wildly as wave after intense wave of pleasure washed through her trembling form.
"Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! Don't stop, Harry! Don't you dare stop!" Hermione screamed, her voice hoarse and raw as she rode out her orgasm, her pussy spasming wildly around nothing as she came hard, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching as she struggled to contain the overwhelming sensations coursing throughout her.
Harry didn't let up, continuing to thrust within her even as she fell to the mattress, still buried deep within her ass, unwilling to let her escape his grasp. He knew her climax had only just begun, that she was still far from finished, that there was much more to come, and he intended to bring her there, to send her crashing over the precipice, to force her to face her limits, to make her scream his name as she broke apart beneath him.
Just as Hermione finally settled down from her intense climax, Harry changed the tempo, increasing the pace as he hammered into her tight channel, relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure, desperate to draw forth another earth-shattering release from the wanton witch beneath him.
He grunted and groaned with each hard thrust, the sound of flesh slapping wetly against flesh filling the room, punctuated by Hermione's soft cries and whimpers as he pounded her mercilessly into the mattress, pushing her closer and closer to yet another explosive orgasm.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, she toppled over the edge once more, crashing violently into her third release, her ass clenching around him as she writhed and writhed, shuddering and shaking wildly beneath him.
Hermione screamed her release to the heavens, calling out his name as if in prayer, her climax ripping through her like an inferno, tearing her asunder. "Oh, God! Oh, Fuck! Yes, Yes, Yes!" Hermione screamed, her voice hoarse and raw as she cried out her pleasure for the entire neighbourhood to hear.
Harry groaned deeply, feeling his own orgasm building, his balls drawing up tight against his body as he neared his breaking point, his shaft swelling impossibly thicker.
"Hermione, I'm going to cum," he warned her hoarsely, his voice strained and rough as he fought to maintain control over his impending orgasm.
"Do it," she begged, her eyes bright with desperate need, her voice low and husky. "Cum inside me, Harry. Fill my ass with your hot seed!"
With a roar, Harry finally gave in, losing himself in the tide of rapture, his climax ripping through him like wildfire, setting his insides alight as he spilled himself deep within her bowels, filling her fully with his hot load.
Hermione cried out one final time, her entire form convulsing uncontrollably as she shattered completely, breaking apart beneath him as she came once more, her inner muscles milking him dry, wringing every last drop of semen from his balls.
As they finally came down from their high, Harry slipped free of her ass, watching as his cum dribbled out of her gaping hole, running down her thighs, and pooling on the bedding beneath her.
Exhausted and drained, Harry collapsed onto the bed beside her, pulling Hermione into his arms. Together, they cuddled closely together, limbs tangling as they savoured the quiet intimacy of their post-coital bliss.
"That was incredible," Hermione murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she snuggled even closer to him, her head resting on his chest as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear. "Thank you."
Harry smiled warmly at her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before replying quietly, "No, thank you, Hermione. That was amazing. Absolutely perfect."
Chapter 6: Surprise Visit! - Emma, jealous over her daughter's anal conquest, decides to make a surprise visit to Harry bedroom in the middle of the night! Can she quench her thirst for cock without waking her daughter and husband?
Chapter 6: Surprise Visit
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It had been a long day, and Harry couldn't help but feel content as he drifted off to sleep, his mind replaying happy memories of him pounding Hermione's ass again and again. The warmth of her body pressed against his, the sweat glistening on her skin, the tightness of her anal passage clenching around him - it was all too much to handle. But in the best possible way.
He fell asleep with a smile on his lips, dreaming of their illicit affair and how much closer it had brought them. Little did he know, however, that his day wasn't quite over just yet.
As Harry slept peacefully, dreaming of Hermione's perfect body, he could suddenly feel his cock becoming wet in the dream. It was an odd sensation, one that didn't make sense in the context of what he was dreaming about. And as his dream began to fade, he slowly opened his eyes, trying to figure out where this new sensation was coming from.
But when he looked down, he saw something unexpected. There, between his legs, was Emma, her soft lips wrapped around his shaft, sucking him off like there was no tomorrow. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, tickling his thighs as she worked her magic on his manhood.
"Fuck," Harry breathed, completely taken aback by the sight before him. "What are you doing here?"
Emma pulled off his cock with a 'pop', grinning mischievously up at him. "I couldn't resist any longer," she admitted, licking her lips lasciviously. "You two were so loud earlier, I couldn't help but want a taste for myself."
She slid her tongue along the underside of his shaft, causing Harry to shudder in delight. His cock twitched in response, already rock hard under her expert touch.
Without warning, Emma took him deep into her mouth once more, swallowing him whole until her lips met her fingers. Then, without breaking eye contact, she started bobbing her head up and down, sliding her lips along his length as she sucked him off with practised ease. Harry groaned in pleasure, his head falling back against the pillow as he let her work her magic.
God, she was good. Years of practice had made her a pro, able to take him all the way down her throat without gagging or choking. And that suction... it was like nothing he'd ever felt before. She knew exactly what she was doing, milking him for all he was worth.
Just as Harry felt himself getting close, Emma pulled off, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. She smiled wickedly up at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"I want you to cum in my mouth," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I want to taste you, to feel you coat my tongue and throat. Will you give me that?"
Harry nodded eagerly, unable to speak as he watched her slide her lips back down his length. She took him deep into her mouth once more, sucking him off with renewed vigour.
Emma moaned around his cock, her throat vibrating deliciously as she swallowed him whole. She sucked hard, the walls of her throat massaging him rhythmically as she hollowed her cheeks, pulling back on him until only the very tip remained between her lips. Then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, she swallowed him down again, taking him all the way to the base.
Harry groaned in pleasure, his hands reaching down to tangle in her hair as he held her head steady, guiding her movements. He could feel his climax building, his balls drawing up tight against his body as he neared his breaking point.
"Oh, fuck, Emma, I'm going to cum," he warned her hoarsely, his voice strained and rough as he fought to maintain control.
At his words, Emma redoubled her efforts, sucking harder than ever before. With a final thrust of her head, she sent him tumbling over the edge, sending him crashing into oblivion as he exploded into her waiting mouth.
Emma drank him down eagerly, moaning around his shaft as she swallowed every drop, never once letting him slip from between her lips. Harry cried out, his entire body shaking as his orgasm tore through him like wildfire, setting his insides alight.
When he finally came down from his high, Harry looked down to find Emma grinning up at him, her lips still wrapped around his now-softening cock. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she pulled off him with a 'pop', a string of his cum connecting her lips to his tip.
"Delicious," she murmured, licking her lips clean.
Harry grinned back at her, feeling completely sated and content. "Glad I could please you," he chuckled, his voice still hoarse from his intense climax.
He reached out to brush a stray lock of hair away from her face, marvelling at how gorgeous she looked right then. Her lips were swollen and pink from their recent activities, making them look even fuller and plumper than usual. And her hair was tousled, sticking up in places where they'd been tugging on each other during their passionate lovemaking session. It gave her an air of carefree abandonment, one that suited her perfectly.
As if sensing his gaze upon her, Emma glanced up at him, her own eyes shining bright with lust and longing. Without saying a word, she crawled up to straddle his hips, grinding her wet pussy lips against his hardening rod to bring him back to life.
Her breasts hung heavy and full above him, nipples pebbled tightly with need. Harry couldn't resist reaching up to cup them in his hands, squeezing gently as he rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Emma gasped at the sensation, arching her back as she ground herself against him harder, seeking relief from the fire burning within her core.
Within moments, Harry was fully erect once more, ready for another round of passion play. Emma slid her slick folds along his length, coating him in her juices as she prepared to take him inside her.
Emma lifted herself up slightly, positioning his tip at her entrance. Then, slowly, almost painfully so, she lowered herself down onto him, inch by agonising inch, feeling him fill her up, stretching her inner muscles wide as he invaded her depths.
Harry groaned at the sensation, feeling her hot, tight pussy enveloping him, gripping him tightly as she sank down onto him. When she'd taken him all the way inside, she paused, adjusting to the feeling of being filled so completely.
Then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, she began to move. Slowly at first, then faster and harder, slamming her hips down onto his, burying him to the hilt inside her. Harry watched in amazement at the sight before him, a beautiful woman riding him with reckless abandon, the sound of her ass hitting his cock filling the room.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Harry growled, his hands moving to grip her hips as he helped guide her movements.
"You like that, do you?" Emma purred, her voice low and sultry as she rode him harder, slamming her hips down onto his with wild abandon. "You like feeling my tight pussy wrapped around your big, thick cock?"
Harry nodded, unable to speak as he watched her tits bounce enticingly before him. They were magnificent, large and firm, the perfect size to fit perfectly in his hands. Her nipples were a dusky rose colour, already hardened into stiff peaks from their earlier activities.
Unable to resist, Harry reached up to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently as he massaged them, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Emma moaned at the sensation, her pussy clenching around him as she ground herself against him harder, seeking more friction, more pleasure.
It wasn't long before Emma was panting heavily, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she chased her release. Harry could feel her inner muscles starting to quiver, signalling her imminent climax. He knew what was coming next, and he was determined to push her over the edge.
Grabbing hold of her waist, he pulled her tight against him, her tits pressing against his chest as he thrust up into her with renewed vigour. Emma gasped at the sudden change in tempo, her pussy clenching around him as she felt him hit just the right spot.
"Oh, fuck, yes, Harry, right there," she moaned, her voice hoarse and raw as she begged for more. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop."
Harry didn't plan on stopping anytime soon. He pounded into her with everything he had, fucking her harder and faster than ever before. His balls slapped against her ass with every thrust, leaving her gasping and moaning beneath him.
Just as Emma started to crest the wave of her climax, Harry felt his own release building once more. His balls drew up tight against his body, his shaft swelling impossibly thicker. He gritted his teeth, holding off on his own orgasm as long as possible, determined to make Emma cum first.
Finally, with a scream of pure ecstasy, Emma shattered apart above him, her entire frame convulsing uncontrollably, her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice as she came hard. Harry held on for dear life, letting her ride out her climax as he continued to piston in and out of her, prolonging her pleasure for as long as possible.
But when she finally came down from her high, Harry couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar, he finally let go, filling her depths with his hot seed as he shot his load deep inside her, feeling her pussy contracting around him, milking every last drop from his balls. Again and again, he pumped himself into her, flooding her insides with his essence until it leaked out from around his cock.
Panting and drained, Emma collapsed on top of him, her head falling forward to rest on his shoulder as they both struggled to catch their breath. Harry wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he hugged her tightly to his chest, relishing in the warmth of her skin pressed against his.
Harry wasn't done yet, however. He was still hard and ready for more, determined to make the most of their time together. Carefully, he shifted their positions, rolling Emma onto her stomach on the bed. Then, with a wicked grin, he positioned himself behind her, lining up his cock with her slick entrance.
"You're not done yet, are you?" Emma asked, her voice muffled by the pillow beneath her head.
Harry chuckled softly, nipping at her earlobe as he spoke. "You can't just wake a man up in the middle of the night with a blowjob and expect me to be done after one round, now, can you?" he asked, his voice husky with desire as he rubbed the tip of his cock along her folds, teasing her entrance.
Emma giggled, shaking her head slightly, her pussy clenching around nothing as she felt him press against her, seeking entry. "I suppose I did kind of ask for this, didn't I?" she admitted, looking back at him over her shoulder, her eyes shining bright with excitement.
"That you did," Harry agreed, giving her a wink as he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her with one swift motion. Emma cried out beneath him, her pussy clenching around him as she adjusted to his thickness once more.
Then, with a wicked grin, Harry began to move, sliding his length in and out of her slowly at first, then picking up speed as he found his rhythm. Soon enough, he was hammering into her with wild abandon, making her scream out in pleasure as he fucked her senseless.
This wasn't making love; this was pure, raw passion, two bodies moving in perfect harmony as they sought mutual satisfaction. It was rough and primal, an act born purely of lust and need, driven solely by their basest desires. And neither of them cared - all that mattered was the moment, the connection between them, the way their bodies moved together in perfect sync.
The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, punctuated only by Emma's cries of pleasure as Harry slammed into her again and again. Her ass rippled each time he drove into her, muscles flexing and releasing as she took every inch of him. The sight was mesmerising, beautiful in its intensity, hypnotic in its display.
Harry reached forward, gripping her hips tightly as he fucked her from behind, watching as his cock disappeared inside her over and over again. She was so tight, so wet, so incredibly hot that he could barely think straight anymore. All he knew was that he needed to keep going, needed to feel her inner walls grip him tighter and tighter as she approached her inevitable climax.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Harry groaned, his voice strained as he fought to maintain control over his fast-approaching climax.
"Harder!" Emma demanded, pushing herself backwards to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper within her.
With a growl, Harry obliged, slamming into her harder than ever before, making the bed shake beneath them as he pounded her mercilessly. Emma screamed in delight, her entire form quivering beneath him as he plundered her depths, fucking her with reckless abandon.
"Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes," Emma chanted, her voice hoarse and raw as she rode out her impending climax, her inner walls fluttering around him as she squeezed him tightly.
"You like that, do you?" Harry grunted, his voice strained as he continued to thrust into her with wild abandon.
Emma nodded, unable to speak as she chased her release. Harry could feel her muscles starting to quiver once more, her inner walls gripping him tightly as she prepared to crest the wave of her orgasm.
And then, without warning, Emma threw her head back and screamed for the entire neighbourhood to hear, her entire frame convulsing uncontrollably as she shattered apart beneath him, her pussy clamping down on his shaft like a vice as she came hard. Harry held on for dear life, letting her ride out her climax as he continued to piston in and out of her, prolonging her pleasure for as long as possible.
As she came down from her high, Harry felt himself teetering on the edge once more, feeling his balls drawing up tight against his body as his climax approached. Gritting his teeth, he pushed through the building tide of pleasure, determined to fill her depths with his essence one last time before collapsing beside her.
With a final roar, Harry let go, flooding her insides with his seed as he shot his load deep within her, filling her to overflowing with his essence. Emma moaned in delight, feeling her pussy contracting around him as she milked every last drop from his balls.
As Harry pulled free of her depths, a stream of his seed followed, leaking out from around his cock as it dripped down her thighs, pooling on the sheets beneath her. Harry grinned wickedly at the sight, feeling an intense sense of satisfaction wash over him. He had well and truly marked his territory, claiming her as his own.
Exhausted and drained, Emma collapsed onto the bed, unable to move after the intense fuck session. Harry spooned her from behind, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close as they both fell asleep in each other's embrace. It had been a long day, but somehow, Harry couldn't help but feel content as he drifted off to sleep, knowing that he'd satisfied not just Hermione, but also Emma.
For now, at least. There would always be tomorrow, after all...
Chapter 7: Teamwork Makes The Dream Work! - Harry is tired of the two women's constant competition for his cock. Instead, Harry proposes the mother and daughter work together to get off!
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