Chapter 40
September 3rd 1994
Hogwarts, Scotland
When they went down to breakfast on the morning of the third of September, they found that the Great Hall had been decorated overnight.
Enormous silk banners hung from the walls, each of them representing a Hogwarts House: red with a gold lion for Gryffindor, blue with a bronze eagle for Ravenclaw, yellow with a black badger for Hufflepuff, and green with a silver serpent for Slytherin.
Behind the teachers' table, the largest banner of all bore the Hogwarts coat of arms: lion, eagle, badger, and snake united around a large letter H.
Harry was excited for the foreign students to arrive so he could see Fleur again.
She had told him in a letter that her twin sister Gabrielle was also interested in seeing him after having heard from Fleur the details of what happened at the World Cup.
Harry couldnt wait to fuck another veela pussy.
And introduce the Delacours to his girls.
There was a pleasant feeling of anticipation in the air that day.
Nobody was very attentive in lessons, being much more interested in the arrival that evening of the people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang;
When the bell rang early, all the students deposited their bags and books as they had been instructed, pulled on their cloaks, and rushed back downstairs into the entrance hall.
The Heads of Houses were ordering their students into lines.
Once they where all assembled Professor McGonagall took the lead.
"Follow me, please," said Professor McGonagall. "First years in front . . . no pushing. . . ."
They filed down the steps and lined up in front of the castle.
It was a cold, clear evening; dusk was falling and a pale, transparent looking moon was already shining over the Forbidden Forest.
They scanned the darkening grounds excitedly, but nothing was moving; everything was still, silent, and quite as usual.
And then Dumbledore called out from the back row where he stood with the other teachers —
"Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!"
"Where?" said many students eagerly, all looking in different directions.
"There!" yelled a sixth year, pointing over the forest.
Something large, much larger than a broomstick — or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks — was hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.
"It's a dragon!" shrieked one of the first years, losing her head completely.
As the gigantic black shape skimmed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and the lights shining from the castle windows hit it, they saw a gigantic, powder blue, horse-drawn carriage, the size of a large house, soaring toward them, pulled through the air by a dozen winged horses, all palominos, and each the size of an elephant.
The front three rows of students drew backward as the carriage hurtled ever lower, coming in to land at a tremendous speed then, with an almighty crash, the horses' hooves, larger than dinner plates, hit the ground.
A second later, the carriage landed too, bouncing upon its vast wheels, while the golden horses tossed their enormous heads and rolled large, fiery red eyes.
Harry just had time to see that the door of the carriage bore a coat of arms (two crossed, golden wands, each emitting three stars) before it opened.
A boy in pale blue robes jumped down from the carriage, bent forward, fumbled for a moment with something on the carriage floor, and unfolded a set of golden steps.
He sprang back respectfully. Then Harry saw a shining, high-heeled black shoe emerging from the inside of the carriage — a shoe the size of a child's sled —
followed, almost immediately, by the largest woman he had ever
seen in his life.
The size of the carriage, and of the horses, was immediately explained. A few people gasped.
As she stepped into the light flooding from the entrance hall, she was revealed to have a handsome, olive-skinned face; large, black, liquid-looking eyes; and a rather beaky nose.
Her hair was drawn back in a shining knob at the base of her neck. She was dressed from head to foot in black satin, and many magnificent opals gleamed at her throat and on her thick fingers.
Dumbledore started to clap; the students, following his lead, broke into applause too, many of them standing on tiptoe, the better to look at this woman.
Her face relaxed into a gracious smile and she walked forward toward Dumbledore, extending a glittering hand. Dumbledore, though tall himself, had barely to bend to kiss it.
"My dear Madame Maxime," he said. "Welcome to Hogwarts."
"Dumbly-dorr," said Madame Maxime in a deep voice. "I 'ope I find you well?"
"In excellent form, I thank you," said Dumbledore.
"My pupils," said Madame Maxime, waving one of her enormous hands carelessly behind her.
Harry, whose attention had been focused completely upon Madame Maxime, now noticed that about a dozen boys and girls, had emerged from the
carriage and were now standing behind Madame Maxime.
They were shivering, which was unsurprising, given that their robes seemed to be made of fine silk, and none of them were wearing cloaks. A few had wrapped scarves and shawls around their heads.
Harry also spotted Fleur and smiled.
" 'As Karkaroff arrived yet?" Madame Maxime asked.
"He should be here any moment," said Dumbledore. "Would you like to wait here and greet him or would you prefer to step inside and warm up a trifle?"
"Warm up, I think," said Madame Maxime. "But ze 'orses —"
"Our Care of Magical Creatures teacher will be delighted to take care of them," said Dumbledore, "the moment he has returned from dealing with a slight situation that has arisen with some of his other — er — charges."
"My steeds require — er — forceful 'andling," said Madame Maxime, looking as though she doubted whether any Care of Magical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts could be up to the job. "Zey are very strong. . . ."
"I assure you that Hagrid will be well up to the job," said Dumbledore, smiling.
"Very well," said Madame Maxime, bowing slightly. "Will you please inform zis 'Agrid zat ze 'orses drink only single-malt whiskey?"
"It will be attended to," said Dumbledore, also bowing.
"Come," said Madame Maxime imperiously to her students, and the Hogwarts crowd parted to allow her and her students to pass up the stone steps.
Harry and Fleur smiled at each other while the group passed.
They stood, shivering slightly now, waiting for the Durmstrang party to arrive. Most people were gazing hopefully up at the sky.'
For a few minutes, the silence was broken only by Madame Maxime's huge horses snorting and stamping. But then —
"Can you hear something?" said Daphne suddenly.
Harry listened; a loud and oddly eerie noise was drifting toward them from out of the darkness: a muffled rumbling and sucking sound, as though an immense vacuum cleaner were moving along a riverbed. . . .
From their position at the top of the lawns overlooking the grounds, they had a clear view of the smooth black surface of the water — except that the surface was suddenly not smooth at all.
Some disturbance was taking place deep in the center; great bubbles were forming on the surface, waves were now washing over the muddy banks — and then, out in the very middle of the lake, a whirlpool appeared, as if a giant plug had just been pulled out of the lake's floor. . . .
What seemed to be a long, black pole began to rise slowly out of the heart of the whirlpool . . . and then Harry saw the rigging. . . .
Slowly, magnificently, the ship rose out of the water, gleaming in
the moonlight.
It had a strangely skeletal look about it, as though it were a resurrected wreck, and the dim, misty lights shimmering at its portholes looked like ghostly eyes. Finally, with a great sloshing noise, the ship emerged entirely, bobbing on the turbulent water, and began to glide toward the bank.
A few moments later, they heard the splash of an anchor being thrown down in the shallows, and the thud of a plank being lowered onto the bank.
People were disembarking; they could see their silhouettes passing the lights in the ship's portholes.
The man who was leading them up to the castle called out to Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore!" he called heartily as he walked up the slope.
"How are you, my dear fellow, how are you?"
"Blooming, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied.
Karkaroff had a fruity, unctuous voice; when he stepped into the light pouring from the front doors of the castle they saw that he was tall and thin like Dumbledore, but his white hair was short, and his goatee (finishing in a small curl) did not entirely hide his rather weak chin.
When he reached Dumbledore, he shook hands with both of his own.
"Dear old Hogwarts," he said, looking up at the castle and smiling; his teeth were rather yellow, and Harry noticed that his smile did not extend to his eyes, which remained cold and shrewd. "How good it is to be here, how good. . . . Viktor, come along, into the warmth . . . you don't mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a slight head cold. . . ."
Karkaroff beckoned forward one of his students.
As the boy passed, Harry caught a glimpse of a prominent curved nose and
thick black eyebrows.
Harry, Daphne. Astoria, Pansy and Tracey walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down.
He noticed that Fleur had sat at the Slytherin table along with a girl that he guessed was Gabrielle.
Up at the staff table, Filch, the caretaker, was adding chairs.
He was wearing his moldy old tailcoat in honor of the occasion.
Harry was surprised to see that he added four chairs, two on either side of
Dumbledore's.
When all the students had entered the Hall and settled down at their House tables, the staff entered, filing up to the top table and taking their seats. Last in line were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime.
Dumbledore remained standing, and a silence fell over the Great Hall.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and — most particularly — guests," said Dumbledore, beaming around at the foreign students. "I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable."
"The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the
feast," said Dumbledore. "I now invite you all to eat, drink, and
make yourselves at home!"
He sat down, and Harry saw Karkaroff lean forward at once and
engage him in conversation.
The plates in front of them filled with food as usual.
The house elves in the kitchen seemed to have pulled out all the stops; there
was a greater variety of dishes in front of them than Harry had ever seen, including several that were definitely foreign.
Harry then engaged all his girls in a conversation introducing them to the Delacour sisters.
Once the golden plates had been wiped clean,
Dumbledore stood up again. A pleasant sort of tension seemed to fill the Hall
now.
Harry felt a slight thrill of excitement, wondering what was coming. Several seats down from them,
"The moment has come," said Dumbledore, smiling around at
the sea of upturned faces.
"The Triwizard Tournament is about to start."
"The casket, if you please, Mr. Filch."
Filch, who had been lurking unnoticed in a far corner of the Hall, now approached Dumbledore carrying a great wooden chest encrusted with jewels. It looked extremely old. A murmur of excited interest rose from the watching students;
"There will be three tasks for this tournament, spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways . . .their magical prowess — their daring — their powers of deduction — and, of course, their ability to cope with danger."
At this last word, the Hall was filled with a silence so absolute that nobody seemed to be breathing.
"As you know, three champions compete in the tournament," Dumbledore went on calmly, "one from each of the participating schools. They will be marked on how well they perform each of the Tournament tasks and the champion with the highest total after task three will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be chosen by an impartial selector: the Goblet of Fire."
Dumbledore now took out his wand and tapped three times upon the top of the casket.
The lid creaked slowly open. Dumbledore reached inside it and pulled out a large, roughly hewn wooden cup.
It would have been entirely unremarkable had it not been full to the brim with dancing blue-white flames.
Dumbledore closed the casket and placed the goblet carefully on top of it, where it would be clearly visible to everyone in the Hall.
"Anybody wishing to submit themselves as champion must write their name and school clearly upon a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet," said Dumbledore. "Aspiring champions have the next two months in which to put their names forward. On Halloween, the goblet will return the names of the three it has judged most worthy to represent their schools. The goblet will
be placed in the entrance hall tonight, where it will be freely accessible to all those wishing to compete.
"Finally, I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through to the end. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion. Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now, I think it is time for bed. Good night to you all."
Chapter 41
September 1994
Hogwarts, Scotland
The next day Harry got to see the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Alastor Moody in class for the first time.
He was interested in seeing what he did as someone who fought in the war.
Soon they heard Moody's distinctive clunking footsteps coming down the corridor, and he entered the room, looking as strange and frightening as ever. They could just see his clawed, wooden foot protruding from underneath his robes.
"You can put those away," he growled meaning their text books, stumping over to his desk and sitting down, "those books. You won't need them."
They returned the books to their bags,
Moody took out a register, shook his long mane of grizzled gray hair out of his twisted and scarred face, and began to call out names, his normal eye moving steadily down the list while his magical eye swiveled around, fixing upon each student as he or she answered.
"Right then," he said, when the last person had declared themselves present, "I'm here to bring you up to scratch on what wizards can do to each other. I've got one year to teach you how to deal with Dark Creatures"
He gave a harsh laugh, and then clapped his gnarled hands together.
"So — straight into it. Curses. They come in many strengths and forms. Now, according to the Ministry of Magic, I'm supposed to teach you countercurses and leave it at that. I'm not supposed to show you what illegal Dark curses look like until you're in the sixth year. You're not supposed to be old enough to deal with it till then.
But Professor Dumbledore's got a higher opinion of your nerves, he reckons you can cope, and I say, the sooner you know what
you're up against, the better. How are you supposed to defend yourself against something you've never seen?
A wizard who's about to put an illegal curse on you isn't going to tell you what he's about to do. He's not going to do it nice and polite to your face. You need to be prepared. You need to be alert and watchful.
"So . . . do any of you know which curses are most heavily punished by wizarding law?"
Several hands rose tentatively into the air,
Moody pointed at Astoria,
"Er," said Astoria tentatively, "Is it called the Imperius Curse, or something?"
"Ah, yes," said Moody appreciatively.
Moody got heavily to his mismatched feet, opened his desk drawer, and took out a glass jar. Three large black spiders were scuttling around inside it.
Moody reached into the jar, caught one of the spiders, and held it in the palm of his hand so that they could all see it. He then pointed his wand at it and muttered, "Imperio!"
The spider leapt from Moody's hand on a fine thread of silk and began to swing backward and forward as though on a trapeze. It stretched out its legs rigidly, then did a back flip, breaking the thread and landing on the desk, where it began to cartwheel in circles. Moody jerked his wand, and the spider rose onto two of its hind legs and went into what was unmistakably a tap dance.
Everyone was laughing — everyone except Moody.
"Think it's funny, do you?" he growled. "You'd like it, would you, if I did it to you?"
The laughter died away almost instantly.
"Total control," said Moody quietly as the spider balled itself up and began to roll over and over. "I could make it jump out of the window, drown itself, throw itself down one of your throats . . ."
"The Imperius Curse can be fought, and I'll be teaching you how, but it takes real strength of character, and not everyone's got it. Better avoid being hit with it if you can. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" he barked, and everyone jumped.
Moody picked up the somersaulting spider and threw it back into the jar.
"Anyone else know one? Another illegal curse?"
Moody picked on Tracey
"There's one — the Cruciatus Curse,"
Turning back to the class at large, Moody reached into the jar for the next spider and placed it upon the desktop, where it remained motionless, apparently too scared to move.
"The Cruciatus Curse," said Moody. "Needs to be a bit bigger for you to get the idea," he said, pointing his wand at the spider.
"Engorgio!"
The spider swelled. It was now larger than a tarantula.
Moody raised his wand again, pointed it at the spider, and muttered, "Crucio!"
At once, the spider's legs bent in upon its body; it rolled over and began to twitch horribly, rocking from side to side. No sound came from it, but Harry was sure that if it could have given voice, it would have been screaming. Moody did not remove his wand, and the spider started to shudder and jerk more violently —
Moody raised his wand. The spider's legs relaxed, but it continued to twitch.
"Reducio," Moody muttered, and the spider shrank back to its proper size. He put it back into the jar.
"Pain," said Moody softly. "You don't need thumbscrews or knives to torture someone if you can perform the Cruciatus Curse. . . . That one was very popular once too.
"Right . . . anyone know any others?"
Harry looked around. From the looks on everyone's faces, he guessed they were all wondering what was going to happen to the last spider.
Harry raised his hand.
"Yes?" said Moody, looking at him.
"Avada Kedavra," Harry said.
"Ah," said Moody, another slight smile twisting his lopsided mouth. "Yes, the last and worst. Avada Kedavra . . . the Killing Curse."
He put his hand into the glass jar, and almost as though it knew what was coming, the third spider scuttled frantically around the bottom of the jar, trying to evade Moody's fingers, but he trapped it, and placed it upon the desktop. It started to scuttle frantically across the wooden surface.
Moody raised his wand, and Harry felt a sudden thrill of foreboding.
"Avada Kedavra!" Moody roared.
There was a flash of blinding green light and a rushing sound, as though a vast, invisible something was soaring through the air — instantaneously the spider rolled over onto its back, unmarked, but unmistakably dead. Several of the students stifled cries;
Moody swept the dead spider off the desk onto the floor.
"Not nice," he said calmly. "Not pleasant. And there's no countercurse. There's no blocking it.."
"Avada Kedavra's a curse that needs a powerful bit of magic behind it — you could all get your wands out now and point them at me and say the words, and I doubt I'd get so much as a nosebleed. But that doesn't matter. I'm not here to teach you how to do it.
"Now, if there's no countercurse, why am I showing you? Because you've got to know. You've got to appreciate what the worst is. You don't want to find yourself in a situation where you're facing it. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" he roared, and the whole class jumped again.
"Now . . . those three curses — Avada Kedavra, Imperius, and Cruciatus — are known as the Unforgivable Curses. The use of any one of them on a fellow human being is enough to earn a life sentence in Azkaban.
That's what you're up against. That's what I've got to teach you to fight. You need preparing. You need arming. But most of all, you need to practice constant, never-ceasing vigilance. Get out your quills . . . copy this down. . . ."
They spent the rest of the lesson taking notes on each of the Unforgivable Curses. No one spoke until the bell rang — but when Moody had dismissed them and they had left the classroom, a torrent of talk burst forth. Most people were discussing the curses in awed voices — "Did you see it twitch?" "— and when he killed it — just like that!"
They were talking about the lesson, Harry thought, as though it had been some sort of spectacular show, but he hadn't found it very entertaining.
SCENE CHANGE
Their next lesson Professor Moody had announced that he would be putting the Imperius Curse on each of them in turn, to demonstrate its power and to see whether they could resist its effects.
"Dumbledore wants you taught what it feels like," said Moody, "If you'd rather learn the hard way — when someone's putting it on you so they can control you completely — fine by me. You're excused. Off you go."
Moody began to beckon students forward in turn and put the Imperius Curse upon them. Harry watched as, one by one, his classmates did the most extraordinary things under its influence.
Not one of them seemed to be able to fight off the curse, and each of them recovered only when Moody had removed it.
"Potter," Moody growled, "you next."
Harry moved forward into the middle of the classroom, into the space that Moody had cleared of desks. Moody raised his wand, pointed it at Harry, and said, "Imperio!"
It was the most wonderful feeling. Harry felt a floating sensation as every thought and worry in his head was wiped gently away, leaving nothing but a vague, untraceable happiness. He stood there feeling immensely relaxed, only dimly aware of everyone watching him.
And then he heard Mad-Eye Moody's voice, echoing in some distant chamber of his empty brain: Jump onto the desk . . . jump onto the desk. . . .
Harry bent his knees obediently, preparing to spring.
Jump onto the desk. . . .
Why, though? Another voice had awoken in the back of his brain.
Stupid thing to do, really, said the voice.
Jump onto the desk. . . .
No, I don't think I will, thanks, said the other voice, a little more firmly . . . no, I don't really want to. . . .
Jump! NOW !
The next thing Harry felt was considerable pain. He had both jumped and tried to prevent himself from jumping — the result was that he'd smashed headlong into the desk, knocking it over, and, by the feeling in his legs, fractured both his kneecaps.
"Now, that's more like it!" growled Moody's voice, and suddenly, Harry felt the empty, echoing feeling in his head disappear. He remembered exactly what was happening, and the pain in his knees seemed to double.
"Look at that, you lot . . . Potter fought! He fought it, and he damn near beat it! We'll try that again, Potter, and the rest of you, pay attention — watch his eyes, that's where you see it — very good, Potter, very good indeed! They'll have trouble controlling you!"
SEPTEMBER 20th 1994
Harry opened the door and saw Fleur, Caroline, and Gabrielle huddled on Caroline's bed, They were wearing sleep clothes from Caroline's closet. With their hair down they looked like three girls at a slumber party
On the bed, there was sweet and petite Gabrielle, wearing an old purple pair of pajamas that were far too small for her.
Caroline was the second girl on the bed, her killer curves barely hidden by the overlong sleep shirt that her bare legs emerged from.
And Fleur was wearing a bedtime oversized sleep shirt and sweatpants,
"Hey Harry" Gabrielle said "You wanna make out with me"
"Sure," Harry said
"Sweet," Gabrielle said, pulling Harry down to the bed so he was on top of her, as they mashed their lips together.
Harry quickly found out that he liked making out with Gabrielle and he liked how energetic and fun Gabrielle was and how she just loved kissing, favoring quick, rapid kisses with a tongue that was all too eager to dart in and play with his.
Harry met her in kind, pulling her in close and pushing his tongue into her, trying to slow her down with longer kisses and loving the way she made it into a playful battle.
Harry ground his rock-hard cock against her pajama-covered pussy.
There were then hands on Harry's shoulders as Caroline pulled him off of Gabrielle and into a sitting position.
"Hey!" Gabrielle complained.
"Oh, be nice and learn to share," Caroline said, sitting in his lap and pressing her full, sensual lips to Harrys.
Harry was surprised when that was interrupted by Fleur taking Caroline and making out with her which he was perfectly fine with seeing.
Fleur also decided to first grope Caroline's breasts, pinching at her nipples through her shirt, then pulling the long t-shirt all the way over Caroline's head, exposing her nude form to all of them.
Fleur then pulled Caroline's hair back so they could make out some more. The sight of Caroline naked and being dominated by Fleur while on his lap was fucking surreal, to say the very least for Harry.
Harry leaned forward and took one of Caroline's nipples into his mouth, sucking on it as she ground her naked pussy against his sweatpants-clad cock.
Harry suckled and nibbled, enjoying her muted groans as she made out with Fleur.
Feeling a presence at his side, Harry opened his eyes and saw Gabrielle at Caroline's other breast, suckling as eagerly as only she could, while Caroline's moans took on a more frantic tone, her grinding against his cock picking up speed.
Around Caroline's nipple, Gabrielle smiled. Harry smiled back. She looked so good there, so tasty, Harry had to let Caroline's tit go, leaning over and kissing Gabrielle, first around Caroline's nipple, then on her own when she let go. They made out, giggling and joyful, unmindful of Caroline or Fleur, lost in each other and loving every second of it.
Wanting some more tit, and not wanting to get in Fleur's way as she cupped and squeezed Caroline's tits, Harry pulled Gabrielle's top off, her breasts popping free.
It didn't take more than the lightest circling of her pink areolas with his tongue to get Gabrielle to squeal, throwing her head back.
"Fuck, yes," Gabrielle hissed as he licked and sucked more forcefully.
Caroline was grinding against Harry's cock more forcefully now, her juices starting to soak through the front of his sweatpants enough that Harry could feel her wetness on his cock. He knew if she kept going like this, she'd probably cum right on him.
He knew it, Gabrielle knew it, and Fleur sure as hell had to have known it which was why he found it confusing when she put her hand on his shoulder and said, "Stop."
Caroline was moaning and panting like an animal. "Sorry? Stop? Stop? STOP?! I'm, fuck, so I'm so fucking close... please...
"I think we should all get naked, let's all get in bed, and let's get to the part of the night where we all make each other cum. How does that sound?" Fleur said.
"Fine by me!" Gabrielle squealed, hooking her thumbs under the elastic of her pajamas, pulling them and her panties to her knees in one swift move, then completely off with another.
Harry pulled off his shirt at the same time as Fleur.
Caroline moaned from the bed as Gabrielle started to finger her.
Fleur then took off her sweatpants.
Harry at the same time pulled down his sweats and underwear to pull down and he stood naked with his thick cock standing out.
"Hey, Gabrielle" Caroline said "I've got some strap-ons in the blue box beneath my bed, feel free to try one out, though don't touch the big purple one! That's my favorite."
Gabrielle jumped off the bed and started rummaging for the blue box.
"Oh, wow, you got a whole toy box down here!" Gabrielle exclaimed, clapping.
Harry walked up to Fleur and kissed her and they both started to make out.
Harry wrapped his arms around her back, running them up the perfectly smooth skin of her back, exploring the flare of her hips as she did the same to Harry.
He ran his hands up under the sides of her chest, cupping her breasts, enjoying their heft and running his thumbs along her nipples. They hardened in response, a slight gasp escaping her lips.
In response, Fleur ran a hand along his outer thigh, tracing it along his inner thigh.
Fleur cupped Harry's balls, weighing them, before mostly closing her hand around the root of his cock with her hand drifting up his cock and settling around the head, running circles around it as she slowly jacked Harry.
Harry reached down and pressed two fingers into Fleur's moist cunt. They slid in easily, almost as if she were pulling him in. Fleur and Harry held onto each other tightly as they manually pleasured each other, lost in their own world in the middle of the room.
Had they been alone and left to their own devices, they probably would've come right there, collapsing to the floor a mess, but utterly pleased.
Instead, their attention was stolen by Caroline yelping, "Hey, be careful with that!"
Still pleasuring each other, Fleur and Harry looked to the bed. Caroline was on her back, naked and lewdly spread out, her eyes wide. Gabrielle crawled over to her, an eight-inch long, hot pink strap-on bouncing in front of her pussy as she tried to line herself up with Caroline.
"Lie back and, like, let me fuck you. I always wanted to try one of these..." Gabrielle said, slowly, awkwardly thrusting the strap-on dildo into Caroline's pussy. Caroline groaned, her eyes rolling back into her head as Gabrielle slowly worked the rubber cock into her cunt.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, that's nice," Caroline moaned as Gabrielle built up a rhythm, awkwardly getting the hang of fucking Caroline missionary style.
"I can tell right now, this is gonna be great for my core!" Gabrielle exclaimed, fucking into Caroline harder. The two of them stared into each others' eyes for a moment before Gabrielle darted in, sloppily making out with Caroline.
"We should join them. Don't want them having all the fun," Fleur said.
"I don't know about you, but I am having fun," Harry said.
"I can tell," she said, squeezing his cock. "But there's always more fun."
Fleur sauntered on over to the bed, sashaying her ass as she went, before lying down on her back next to Caroline.
"Now, are you gonna eat my pussy, or aren't ya?" Fleur asked, spreading her legs and opening her pussy lips with her fingers.
Who was Harry to turn down such an eloquent request?
Harry crawled onto the bed, mindful of Gabrielle awkwardly fucking Caroline with a strap-on next to them.
He slid between Fleur's legs, sliding his hands under her thighs, cupping her ass, then wrapping them around her waist as he pulled in closer.
His face was now only inches from her pussy, Harry breathed in her scent, intoxicated by the musky aroma, wanting desperately to taste her. He stuck his tongue out, tauntingly hovering it over her clit, close to touching her but not quite, frustrating her to no end.
"Do it. Come on,lick my fucking pussy," Fleur growled.
Harry dove in, running his tongue all over her lips, wanting to drive her to the edge and past that edge.
"Fuck, yes, good, very good, keep going, like that, like that, fuck," Fleur said urging Harry on.
"Come on, do it, fucking do it, I know you can make me cum, fuck, master, make me cum before Caroline, she's got a head start but we can finish first, make me cum, do it, do it you fuck, merlin, fuck me with your mouth, fuck me with your mouth, do it, come on, MAKE ME FUCKING CUM!" Fleur roared, her ferocity enough to throw even Gabrielle and Caroline off their game.
Harry did as he was told, eating her more energetically, sliding two fingers into her cunt and twisting them, searching for her G-spot. Caroline had taken Fleur's dirty talk as a challenge and fingered herself while Gabrielle fucked her. Both Caroline and Fleur began to shake and shudder, their moans rising louder and louder, transforming them into the inevitable screams as they both came.
Harry couldn't say who came first, but he knew they were both loud, and that even in their combined screams he could pick out Fleur's voice easily.
Her orgasmic cry, a heavy grunt followed by a wail of intense pleasure that went on like a siren. Even as her pussy spasmed and gushed pussy juice onto his face, flooding his mouth with the sweetest nectar Harry kept digging, twisting his fingers and sucking on her clit, wanting to draw out her orgasm as long as she was physically capable of having it.
Throughout the seemingly never-ending orgasm, their eyes locked onto each other.
Harry reached up with his free hand to take one of hers, only to find that she and Caroline were already clasping hands tightly through their mutual orgasms. Harry joined his hand to theirs as the orgasms ran their course, winding down to a post-orgasmic bliss, only to be shocked out of that bliss when Gabrielle put one of her dainty hands on top of all of ours.
"Yay, we're like a team now!" Gabrielle squealed.
They all started laughing.
"So, that was fun," Fleur said.
"Fun for you, maybe, but Gabrielle here doesn't know how to use a cock for shit," Caroline said, pushing Gabrielle off of her.
"Hey, you try fucking with one of these! They're harder than they look," Gabrielle said, turning to Harry. "I don't know how you guys do it."
"It's easy with a little practice," He said.
"Fuck practice. I need some real cock," Caroline said, getting up on her knees, grabbing Harry by the shoulders and rolling him onto his back.
His cock, dripping and slick from Fleur's abbreviated hand job, stuck up in the air, bobbing expectantly. Caroline crawled next to him, licking her lips while jacking his cock.
Caroline straddled his hips and rubbed her soaked cunt lips up and down his shaft, filling Harry with a most exquisite agony of anticipation.
Caroline descended on Harry, thrusting her tits in his face. He latched onto them with his mouth, alternating on sucking each of them as she slowly lowered her pussy onto his cock.
Her pussy, so familiar it felt like home now, parted for Harry easily, all ten inches buried up to the base with one easy stroke.
"Now THIS!" Caroline declared, rocking her hips back and forth. "THIS is the cock I need!"
Harry couldn't argue with her about that, because her pussy was, as always, amazing. For all the fucking they did, it still felt infinitely tight, so hot, so wet.
Caroline pounded down onto Harry, and he made to match her every move,
Caroline did not see though Fleur sneaking up behind her until she'd wrapped her arms around Caroline's chest and squeezed her tits.
"What the, oh, oh, fuck yeah, you wanna, mmmm, you wanna join in too?" Caroline purred as Fleur flicked her nipples.
"Something like that," Fleur said, rubbing her breasts against Caroline's back. She had a mischievous grin that Caroline couldn't see, and though Harry was lost in fucking Caroline, He was definitely interested in seeing what she had in mind.
"Mmmm, what's that?" Caroline asked.
"That, Caroline, is an eight-inch-long and very thick, very well-lubed strap-on rubbing up against your asshole, and this is what is a double-penetration."
As Fleur thrust forward slowly, Caroline's eyes went wide and she screamed, "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
"What, you can't handle two cocks at once? Fleur said, wrapping a hand around Caroline's neck. She pulled her up to her face so she could kiss her deeply while forcing more of the dildo into her ass.
"Fuck that's big, it's so fucking big, and master's so fucking big, you're tearing me up and, fuck, FUCK IT'S SO GOOD!" Caroline yelled.
Soon Harry got the idea that Fleur had bottomed out in his sister's ass, and Fleur slowly started to move in sync with Harry, both of them fucking in and out of Carolines obscenely stretched holes.
"Ye...ye...yeessssss," Caroline whimpered, barely a whisper as her eyes rolled back in her skull in pleasure.
"We're gonna fuck you raw," Fleur said, pounding in and out of Caroline's ass with long, hard strokes that were difficult to match, yet Harry somehow kept up with. Looking into both Caroline's eyes and Fleur's eyes at the same time while they both fucked Caroline was intense,
Caroline whimpered, "Please, bro, can you fuck my slutty, tight little ass?"
"I'd love to," Harry said, nodding to Fleur. They both pulled out of Caroline simultaneously and with weak legs, Caroline flipped over, turning around so she squatted above his cock. Lining it up with her asshole, rubbing the head of his cock against it,
"OH FUCK, FUCK ME, GOOOOOOOOOOOD DAMN IT FUUUUUUUUCK!" Caroline yelled as his cock head first stretched her asshole, then plunged inside with a couple of inches of cock. Slowly she descended on his cock, her ass stretching obscenely as it took inch after inch until she was finally sitting against Harry's thighs.
Fleur pushed Caroline back against Harry's chest. He couldn't see what Fleur was doing, but going by Caroline's moans and the pressure against his cock, Harry gathered that Fleur had pushed the strap-on back into Caroline's pussy and had recommenced fucking her. Though Harry couldn't keep up the same pace in her ass, he tried to match Fleur as best I could, keeping going as long as he could, wanting to make Caroline cum screaming before he exploded.
Gabrielle then decided to join them.
No longer content with just fingering herself while they had our fun, Gabrielle squatted over them, her ass high in the air at Fleur's face level. Getting the picture, Fleur ate her sister out for a little while before Gabrielle turned and sat lightly on Caroline's face.
"Oh yes, FUCK YES!" Gabrielle squealed as Caroline ate her pussy mere inches away from Harry's face.
He was happy with the show, but Gabrielle didn't want to leave him out either it seemed, since she then dropped her pussy down on his face. Harry was happy to lick and suck and let her fuck his face.
Soon they pushed Caroline to the brink. Not long after Gabrielle resettled her cunt on Caroline's face, Caroline let out a muffled cry, shaking violently, her juices running down Harry's legs as her ass squeezed his cock uncontrollably. This set off a chain reaction to Gabrielle, who came on Caroline's face, and finally, Harry couldn't hold it in anymore.
"FUCK, FUCK, I'M CUMMING TOO!" Harry roared. Hands grabbed at his cock, pulled it from Caroline's quivering asshole, and jerked him off. Pleasure coursed through his body as Harry shot shot after shot of cum.
One after another they all came down from the depravity we'd just pulled off. Sweaty and panting and covered in sex juices, one by one they fell to the bed. Gabrielle lay down on her back right above Harry, while Caroline slid off to lie down next to him. Even Fleur was exhausted, falling down at the foot of her bed, unstrapping and setting aside her strap-on.
Harry then saw from neck to crotch, and with a little even splashed on her face, Caroline was covered with ropes of his cum.
"Fuck," Harry said.
"Yeah," Fleur said.
Idly, Caroline ran her fingers through the cum on her stomach, making no real effort to clean it up, seemingly just amusing herself by making designs in it.
"So, Gabrielle, Fleur, I don't know if either of you noticed, but I am completely drenched in cum. Help me clean it up?" Caroline proposed, arching an eyebrow at Harry. If she meant to put on a show that would make his cock harden again, well, she suggested a pretty good one.
"Yeah!" Gabrielle agreed.
"Hell yeah!" Fleur said.
Fleur and Gabrielle crawled over to Caroline and started licking the cum off of her body. Or, at least that's what they started out doing, but after a while they just started having fun licking Caroline, making her moan as they lapped the cum from her nipples and pussy.
The three of them finished cleaning his cum off of Caroline and just started pleasuring each other, licking, fingering, teasing, playing and giggling, often stealing glances at his half-hard cock hopefully. Finally, it came down to Gabrielle just looking at his cock and saying, "I don't know about you two, but I totally want some of this."
"Sounds good to me," Fleur said. Gabrielle crawled over by Harry's side and began licking his cock, Fleur lay down next to her, just looking at it.
Caroline lay down on the opposite side of his cock from Gabrielle and started licking it with her. When their tongues met, the two would kiss around his cock, which only seemed to make it harder.
Fleur then joined the others in licking his cock. Having three girls at once working on his cock was a pretty intense pleasure on its own.
Gabrielle was the first to eagerly take his cock into her mouth, getting all ten inches down her throat until she choked on it, choked on it while smiling around it as best she could and giving a damn good blowjob to boot.
Caroline didn't let her choke for long, though, greedily pulling her off his cock only to inhale it all the way down to the balls herself, wanting to show up the other two girls with her gusto.
Not one to be outdone by either Caroline or Gabrielle, though, Fleur pulled Caroline off of Harry's cock, leaving it bobbing, soaked in precum and Caroline and Gabrielle's saliva.
Teasingly, Fleur kissed the tip, running only the tip of her tongue from the base of the head down to the root of his cock. Fleur teased each of his balls with the lightest brush of her lips before working them slowly up his shaft, driving Harry crazy as she reached the head and took it into her mouth. Inch by agonizing inch, his cock disappeared into her mouth.
Her cheeks bulged outward, her eyes watering with the effort, but she took Harry into her throat until her chin touched his balls. Fleur began to bob up and down on his cock.
The three girls then began warring for Harry's cock, fighting each over as to who got to suck what and how, one set of lips usually wrapped around the head, one on his shaft, one sucking on his balls.
Each of them tried to prove they were better than the others, but when their lips met, when they tried to win his cock by touching each other, kissing each other, stroking each other, Harry knew they were all lost to the pleasure.
It was in a moment when Fleur and Caroline were making out that Gabrielle made her move, rolling Harry to the other side of the bed and climbing on top of him, sinking her pussy onto his cock.
She rode Harry enthusiastically, taking all of his entire length with each bounce while he grabbed onto her hips and savagely fucked up into her.
Seeing that Gabrielle had stolen Harry, Fleur rolled Caroline onto her back and sat on her face. At first, Caroline struggled, but when Fleur grabbed onto her nipples and twisted them like dials,
Caroline calmed down and began to eat her out. Now that she was behaving, Fleur returned the favor by fingering Caroline. Fleur moaned lusciously as Caroline ate her pussy, looking down into Harry's eyes while he split her sister open with his massive cock. She looked impressed at how well Gabrielle took his cock.
Harry rolled Gabrielle off of his cock and got her on her hands and knees and he got up behind her, rubbing his juiced up cock against her asshole.
She squealed appreciatively, opening up her ass cheeks and rubbing her asshole enthusiastically against his cockhead.
Harry obliged her enthusiasm by pressing forward, sinking his cock all the way into her exquisitely tight hole. Grabbing Gabrielle's hips, Harry savagely began to fuck her tight little ass, while Fleur ground harder against Caroline's face.
The rest of the night was a blur.
Caroline and Fleur licking his cum out of Gabrielle's pussy.
Caroline and Fleur rubbing their tits on his cock, bringing it back to life.
Fucking each of them, one at a time while the others goaded him on.
Fucking Gabrielle in the ass while she fucked Caroline in the ass with a strap-on while Caroline fucked Fleur's pussy with Carolines favorite purple strap-on.
Cumming over all three of their tits, watching them rub his cum into each other, licking and sucking on each other and only getting more excited for another round.
It was one hell of a night, and the only thing that could've put an end to it was exhaustion. The four of them slept on the bed and they slept like the dead.
Chapter 42
October 1994
Hogwarts, Scotland
Harry heard the toilet flush and the water of the shower start up. Toothbrush in mouth, Fleur swung the door open.
"Come on," she said, waving Harry over. He joined her in his dorm bathroom, sharing the limited sink and mirror space with her as Harry used his toothbrush
Harry spat out his toothpaste and rinsed in time to see Fleur stripping off her pajamas, revealing her luscious, naked body to him. 32GG-cup tits with wide, pink areolas, a pretty little pussy, pale skin, and a nice, round ass, Fleur Delacour was, and always would be, a sight to behold.
"So, you wanna join me or what? Save some water?" Fleur said, stepping into the shower.
"Sure," Harry said, stripping out of his sleep clothes and soon he was naked and joined Fleur under the hot water. Fleur liked the water a shade too hot for Harry's tastes, but the way she looked under the showerhead more than made up for it.
At first, they were actually trying to shower. Harry and Fleur soaped and scrubbed and helped each other soap and scrub, but, well, this turned into one of those one-thing-led-to-another situations in a hurry, and soon the two of them were making out under the hot water.
They kissed passionately, their hands roaming over each other as they first made out, then ground Harry's cock against her pussy lips. Fleur looked up into Harry's eyes, nodding, urging him on as Harry pressed inside of her.
"Oh, fuck yeah, gimme that cock!" Fleur exclaimed as Harry fucked her against the wall.
"Fuck," Harry grunted, fighting for footing as he pounded into her, her slippery, wonderful breasts crushed against his chest. It was hot, she was hot, but that didn't stop their feet from threatening to slide out from underneath them.
"Fucking shower sex," Fleur complained.
"It's never as hot as you'd think, is it? Kinda awkward?" Harry replied, still fucking into her.
"It is if you know how to do it. Here, pull out of me."
"Okay."
Harry did as she said, and Fleur turned around, spreading her legs and bracing her arms against the wall. Harry lined himself up behind her, running his hands over her magnificent ass, squeezing it, loving how she cooed in response to his handling.
Still bracing herself, Fleur looked over her shoulder and reached between her legs for his cock. At first, she rubbed it up against her pussy lips, but then she arched her back, spreading her ass cheeks slightly enough to give Harry a great look at her puckered asshole and pressing the head of his cock against it.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" Fleur roared as Harry pressed the head of his cock into her tight, so tight, so hot asshole.
Fleur bit her lip and forced back against Harry. An inch at a time, his cock slid into her ass, and though she grunted and squealed, she gritted her teeth and urged Harry on. Fleur let out sounds of pleasure and Harry let her set the pace until he was balls deep in her ass.
Harry leaned over her, kissing the back of her neck and squeezing her tits, marveling at the tightness of her ass as he started to slide in and out of her. It was a slow, deliberate pace at first but soon Harry sped up.
The heat in the shower hardly mattered, only the tightness of her ass, the wet slapping of their bodies against each other, and her moans which were no longer moans but savage screams urging Harry onward.
"Fuck my ass, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Fleur cried out, rapidly fingering herself while Harry fucked her harder and harder. Carefully, Harry bent over, grabbing her breasts, squeezing her nipples, tweaking them ever so slightly to make her scream while he pounded her harder and harder.
Harry bent over and kissed her. She kissed Harry back, not a friendly, sweet kiss but the kiss of a ravenous beast.
"GOD, FUCK ME!" Fleur screamed, pressing back harder against his cock.
Harry thrust into her, blind by his need to fuck her harder, suddenly getting dizzy, from the buildup, from the heat,
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCKING FUCK I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMING!" Fleur screamed, her body tensing, then bucking against Harry, her legs nearly giving out.
He held her up, barely, but he wasn't able to do much more than that as he grunted with his own orgasm.
Opening up the floodgates as Harry filled her ass with his cum felt amazing, but with the heat and exertion, it took everything Harry had not to black out.
Both of them panting, Harry leaned up against her, kissing the back of her neck.
"Thanks," Fleur said huskily.
"No problem," Harry replied.
SCENE CHANGE
Harry was surprised to come back to his bedroom and find Fleur lying down on his bed and reading a magazine.
On her stomach and facing away from Harry he was given a perfect view of her luscious body, her beautiful round ass, her long, lithe legs, even the slightest swell of her tits pillowing out underneath her.
She was dressed in a tight, white, long-sleeved top, a short, blue skirt, and knee-high white socks, her hair tied back in a ponytail. From the angle Harry approached, her skirt was hiked high enough that he could see her matching blue panties.
"Hey," Fleur said, turning around to Harry and giving him a kiss as he came closer to her.
The two of them made out as Fleur rubbed his cock through his jeans as Harry touched her breasts, feeling her nipples rock hard even through her top.
"Come on," Fleur said, breaking apart from Harry and turning around, bending over the bed, and thrusting her ass out at him. Reaching back, she pulled her skirt up over her perfect bubble butt. "Come on and fuck me."
A fine invitation, wouldn't you say?
SCENE CHANGE
"OH GOD, KEEP FUCKING MY ASS, KEEP FUCKING MY ASS, DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING STOP, I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Fleur roared as Harry pounded down into her ass.
Lying flat on her back on his bed with her legs on Harry's shoulders, He was able to penetrate deep into her ass, all ten inches of his cock disappearing with blinding speed with each stroke.
They'd been at this for close to an hour now their clothes were strewn about the room, and though Harry was dripping sweat he fucked her like a machine, living for her grunts and groans and the way her tits swung with every impact of their bodies.
Her pussy and tits were covered in Harry's cum and he was sure his lips tasted permanently of her ass and pussy, but he didn't care.
All he lived for was making her cum and cumming himself, and that wasn't far off for either of them.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Fleur screamed as her body shook with yet another orgasm. Her asshole squeezed his cock tightly, milking out what was probably the last orgasm he'd be able to pull for a little bit.
Still, since this meant he'd cum in all three of her holes today, that felt like a day well spent.
Harry rolled off of her, his cock pulling out of her ass with a small river of cum following it.
Panting, Harry said, "I'm really gonna have to clean these sheets."
"Yeah, not sorry," Fleur said, running her hands over her body. "Fuck that's nice."
"Agreed," Harry panted. he looked over at her, hair all messed up, makeup streaked down her face, looking at that pretty face that'd been gagging on his cock not but twenty minutes before and asking for more.
He leaned in and kissed her. It wasn't a passionate kiss, nor was it a slow, tender kiss, more of a quick sign of affection. Fleur's eyes went wide at the gesture, but in that brief moment their lips were locked, and she more than returned the favor.
OCTOBER 20th 1994
Fleur's smile broadened and she threw her arms around Harry and practically shoved her tongue down his throat
The two of them made out savagely as if it had been years rather than days since they had seen each other last, first with her pressing Harry against the wall, then Harry her.
His hands found first her tits, then her ass, groping her through her clothes as she skillfully pulled all ten inches of his thick cock from his sweatpants and started jacking him.
"Oh, you've missed me too, huh?" she cooed.
"Missed, no. Wanted, maybe," Harry said cheekily, kissing her passionately and squeezing her ass playfully.
Harry dropped one hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her pants.
Fleur kissed Harry desperately, letting go of his cock so she could undo her pants and pull both them and her panties to the floor.
"I need to be fucked, please, please fuck me, right now, please fuck me hard, make me cum... please?" Fleur begged.
Grabbing her by the hips, Harry turned Fleur around and bent her over slightly. She braced her hands up against the wall, spreading her legs as much as the pants around her ankles would allow her while Harry lined his cock up with her steaming entrance.
Sliding into Fleur's pussy, still so lusciously tight, hot, and wet was an amazing feeling for Harry
Harry then pounded into her with long, hard strokes, reaching around to grope her tits with one hand while fingering her clit with his other to help her find her pleasure.
Both of them were only naked from the waist down, pants and underwear around their ankles as they hastily fucked, wanting, needing that release.
For Fleur, her first climax came quickly. Crying out with a sharp burst of ecstasy, she bucked against Harry. Her legs went weak, almost buckling underneath her.
Harry did his best to hold her up in their awkward position, and it was only through experience and a minor miracle that both of them stayed standing, panting and holding close to each other as she rode out the rest of her orgasm.
Fleur then pulled Harry out of her pussy. Though he was aching for her moist slit, when she instead turned around and dropped to her knees, taking the entire length of his cock into her throat with practiced ease, Harry was hardly going to complain.
As with their fuck, it was a frantic, almost desperate blowjob, the kind that made her eyes water, makeup run, and strands of drool drop down from her mouth onto her coat and the tight sweater-clad tits beneath.
Fleur looked up at Harry with the prettiest eyes, blowing him so expertly that made him want to cum.
Thankfully Harry didn't have to wait long. Though he warned her when he felt it coming on, that didn't stop a cocksucker as expert as Fleur.
If anything, it only motivated him to go harder, sucking and bobbing with a greater intensity, her tongue swirling around the cockhead on every backstroke, playing with the bottom of his shaft as she sucked even more.
She was an expert at taking Harry to the edge, pushing him toward it, and leaving him teetering.
Harry was about ready to burst when she took her mouth off of him entirely, looking up at Harry oh so sweetly and sticking out her tongue to oh so slightly graze the underside of his cockhead.
That did it. That set off a stronger orgasm than Harry expected. Fleur, the skilled slut that she was, kept her mouth wide open and managed to catch quite a bit of it, but that didn't stop the stray spurts that painted her cheeks, chin, and even a few stray shots landed on her neck and sweater-clad breasts. Now it was Harry's turn to be the one who had a hard time standing, but the sight of her coated with his cum, holding her mouth open so proudly to show off the lake of cum inside, was enough to keep him going.
Once he finished, once she'd coaxed the last drop out of Harry with the tip of her tongue she finally swallowed, then looked down at herself.
"Wow," She said
OCTOBER 25th 1994
Daphne was wearing a tight-fitting blouse and a short skirt that showed off her long legs. Harry couldn't help but feel his dick stir in his robes as he looked at her.
"Hi, Harry," she said, her voice breathy and excited. "I've been waiting for this moment all day."
Harry led her to an abandoned classroom, eager to get her alone. Once they were inside, he turned to her and pulled her close, kissing her deeply. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth.
Harry reached down and started to undo the buttons on her blouse, revealing her lacy bra. He cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in his hands.
Daphne moaned as he tweaked her nipples through the fabric.
Harry then pulled down her skirt and panties, revealing her naked body. She was wearing a garter belt and stockings, and Harry couldn't help but feel his dick grow harder as he looked at her.
He then put her panties in her mouth to gag her before he spanked her ass hard.
She yelped into her gag as he spanked her again and again, leaving red handprints on her pale skin.
Harry then pushed her down onto the desk, spreading her legs wide.
He knelt down between her legs and started to lick her pussy, tasting her sweet juices.
She moaned as he licked and sucked on her clit, her hips bucking up against his mouth.
Harry then stood up and slid his dick inside her, feeling her tight pussy wrap around him.
He started to fuck her hard, slamming his hips against hers. She moaned around her gag as he fucked her, her eyes rolling back in her head.
Harry then pulled out and turned her over, bending her over the desk.
He slid his dick back inside her, fucking her from behind. She moaned as he fucked her, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
Harry then reached around and started to play with her clit as he fucked her. She moaned louder as he played with her, her orgasm building inside her. Harry could feel her pussy clenching around his dick as she came, her juices flowing down her legs.
Harry then pulled out and came all over her ass, his cum dripping down her legs. She moaned as he came, her orgasm still echoing through her body.
"Open your mouth, Daphne," Harry commanded
Daphne obeyed, sticking her tongue out eagerly. Harry positioned himself in front of her, his hard cock throbbing with anticipation. He grabbed her head, forcing her to take him deep into her throat.
"Fuck, you're so good at this," Harry groaned, his balls tightening as Daphne's tongue swirled around his shaft.
He pulled out, slapping her face with his dick before shoving it back in. Daphne gagged, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she didn't try to resist. Harry continued to face fuck her, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he felt himself getting closer to climax.
Suddenly, he pulled out, leaving Daphne gasping for air. Harry grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard. Daphne whimpered, her nipples burning with pain.
"You like that, don't you, slut?" Harry growled
Daphne moaned, her pussy clenching with need. Harry chuckled, enjoying the power he had over her. He reached down, spreading her legs apart before plunging his fingers into her wet pussy.
"You're so fucking wet for me, aren't you?" Harry said, his fingers moving in and out of her at a punishing pace.
Daphne nodded, her breathing becoming more ragged as Harry added a third finger.
He curled his fingers, hitting her G-spot as he continued to finger fuck her. Daphne's legs began to shake, her orgasm building up inside her.
Harry pulled his fingers out, leaving Daphne panting and desperate for more. He grabbed her hips, flipping her over so that she was on all fours.
Harry positioned himself behind her, his cock poised at her entrance.
"Please, Harry," Daphne begged, her pussy aching to be filled.
Harry smirked, teasing her by rubbing the tip of his cock against her wet folds. Daphne whimpered, pushing her hips back, trying to get him to enter her. Harry finally relented, plunging his cock deep inside her.
Daphne cried out, her pussy stretching to accommodate Harry's size.
Harry grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as he began to thrust in and out of her. He pounded into her, his balls slapping against her clit.
Daphne moaned, her orgasm building up inside her once again. Harry could feel her pussy tightening around his cock, her walls pulsating with pleasure. He reached down, rubbing her clit as he continued to fuck her.
Daphne came undone, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She screamed, her pussy clenching around Harry's cock as she came. Harry groaned, his own orgasm building up inside him.
He pulled out, his cum spurting all over Daphne's back. Daphne whimpered, her pussy still aching for more. Harry chuckled, collapsing onto the bed beside her.
"Good girl," Harry said
Daphne looked up at Harry, her gaze filled with adoration. Harry smiled, leaning down to kiss her.
"I love you, Harry," Daphne whispered.
Harry chuckled,
"I love you too, Daphne," Harry replied, his fingers tracing her cheek.
"Get on your hands and knees," he told her, his voice low and husky. Daphne obeyed, her heart beating faster as she wondered what Harry had in mind. Harry's eyes roamed over her body. He reached out and ran his hand over her ass, squeezing it gently.
"You have such a nice ass, Daphne," he said, his voice filled with desire. Daphne blushed, feeling a thrill run through her body at Harry's words.
Harry knelt down behind Daphne, his hands still on her ass. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek, then moved down to her neck, biting and sucking on her skin.
Daphne moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. Harry's hands moved down to her pussy, and he started to finger her, his fingers sliding in and out of her wet folds.
Daphne pushed back against Harry's hand, wanting more. Harry chuckled
"I'm going to fuck your ass, Daphne," he said, his voice filled with desire. Daphne gasped, her body trembling with anticipation.
Harry slowly pushed a finger into Daphne's ass, and she moaned as he started to move it in and out.
He added a second finger, then a third, stretching her out and getting her ready for his cock. Daphne pushed back against his fingers, wanting more.
Harry finally pulled his fingers out and positioned himself behind Daphne.
He pressed the head of his cock against her rosebud, then slowly started to push inside. Daphne moaned as she felt him enter her, the feeling of fullness making her pussy clench with desire.
Harry started to move his hips, fucking Daphne's ass slowly at first, then faster and harder. Daphne moaned and pushed back against him, wanting more. Harry reached around and started to finger her clit, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts.
"Fuck, you feel so good, Daphne," Harry groaned, his voice filled with desire. Daphne moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
Harry and Daphne continued to fuck, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was both primal and beautiful. Harry's fingers moved faster on Daphne's clit, and she felt herself start to build towards an orgasm.
"Oh, fuck, Harry, I'm going to cum," Daphne moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. Harry groaned and thrust harder into her, his own orgasm building.
"Cum for me, Daphne," he growled, his voice filled with desire. Daphne moaned and let herself go, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
Harry groaned as he felt her tighten around him, then he followed her over the edge, his own orgasm ripping through his body.
Harry pulled out of Daphne's ass and laid on the floor next to her, both of them panting and sweating. Daphne turned to look at him, a smile on her face.
Harry then pushed Daphne back and started licking her pussy.
Daphne moaned loudly as Harry's tongue flicked over her clit and he pushed two fingers into her pussy, and he started fucking her with his fingers.
Daphne came hard, and she screamed out as she cummed.
Harry then pulled his fingers out of her pussy, and he got up.
Daphne had looked at him with a dazed expression on her face. Harry had smiled at her and had gotten on top of her. He had pushed her legs apart, and he had pushed his dick into her pussy.
Daphne had moaned loudly as Harry had started fucking her.
Harry had started moving his dick in and out of her pussy, and he had been going slow at first.
However, he had started fucking her harder and harder. Daphne had been moaning loudly, and she had been going crazy. Harry had started fucking her harder and harder, and he had been going faster and faster.
Harry then took a but plug vibrator and had handed it to Daphne. Daphne had looked at him with a confused expression on her face. Harry smiled at her and had said, "Put it in your pussy, and turn it on.."
Daphne took the but plug vibrator from Harry, and she had looked at it and looked at her pussy which she saw that was still wet.
She took the but plug vibrator and pushed it into her pussy.
Turning it on, she felt the vibrations inside her pussy. Daphne moaned loudly, and she started playing with her clit.
Daphne was in heaven, and she never wanted to take the but plug vibrator out of her pussy.
She looked at Harry. Harry looked at her, and he smiled. Daphne smiled back, and she walked to him. She wrapped her arms around him, and she kissed him. Harry kissed her back,