Chapter 6
Harry grunted and raised his hips in pleasure as Aurora Sinistra's tight pussy squeezed the everloving fuck out of his cock. The sensation was so heavenly that he almost couldn't take it.
"Holy fucking shit!" Harry groaned out as his Astronomy professor rolled her wide hips. He slid his hands from her silky smooth thighs up to her hips, squeezing them tight. Aurora collapsed down onto him, her sweaty, naked chest mashed up against his as she claimed his lips in a quick kiss. Her hips continued to bounce on him even when he wrapped his arms around her back and held her close.
"You shouldn't use such language," she moaned into his ear. "It isn't appropriate." Harry could feel her rock-hard nipples grazing his chest as her body slid against him. His hands gripped her fat ass cheeks, and he squeezed them while pulling them apart, making her gasp as the sudden cool air hit her asshole. Her plump lips found his neck, and she began to suck, marking him with her lovebites. She shuddered as her pussy clamped on him, but she was able to hold off and continue their fucking. She was pleasantly surprised at the level of his endurance. They had been going at it for more than half an hour straight, and he still wasn't tiring out. She needed to play dirty. Smirking, she gently bit down on his Adam's apple and squeezed her pussy muscles as hard as she could while bouncing on him as fast as possible. She giggled when he shuddered violently and nearly bucked her off. "Can you feel that Harry?" she nibbled on his neck. "Can you feel how slippery your cock is?" She rolled her hips making Harry grip her ass tightly. "Do you know why you're so slippery, love?" She leaned up and kissed him. "It's because you made me cream all over your big cock," she moaned and sat up.
Aurora placed her palms on his pecs and began to urgently slide her hips back and forth. In Harry's less than humble opinion, she looked fucking fantastic from below. As her body moved erotically against his, her breasts bounced and jiggled, and when she arched her back, she proudly displayed them to him. Unable to help himself, he reached up and squeezed both of her glorious tits. He loved the way that they felt in his hand. They were heavier than he had thought as he groped and played with them. He used his fingers to tickle her nipples and trace the circumference of her areolas, causing her to tremble in pleasure. It seemed that she really enjoyed having her nipples toyed with. Every time he squeezed, pinched, or pulled on them, her pussy would tighten. Harry was the one smirking now. He brought the pads of his thumbs to his mouth and coated them in saliva, then pressed them against her hardened nubs and began moving them in circles.
Aurora shuddered at the sensation of his fingers toying with her nipples. However, when his thumbs began vibrating, she nearly jumped right off of his lap in surprised pleasure. Her thunderous squeal hurt his ears slightly as her pussy clamped down on his cock. Her sexy body was trembling and spasming as she tried desperately to keep riding him. Her hands were pressing roughly against his chest as she leaned forward. Harry watched her eyes flutter and roll into the back of her head as her pussy drenched his lap. Breathing heavily, she collapsed on top of him, her pussy still fluttering around his cock. Harry, however, wasn't done. He wrapped his arms around her slim waist and began to furiously thrust into her. She was shrieking against his shoulder as a puddle of drool formed and started to roll down his chest. She was mewling and pawing at him, trying to get him to stop, or finish, or anything really. Her pussy was too sensitive! She tried to push away when his vibrating finger began to circle her virgin asshole, but it was no use. The bastard wasn't going to stop until he sated his desires. Squelching sounds emanating from her pussy were drowned out by the pleasured bellows coming from her open maw as her pussy was being reshaped to fit his thrusting cock. Desperate for it to be over, she squeezed her pussy muscles as tight as she could as spasmed when he began to fill her with his valuable seed. Gaining her strength, she rolled off of him and grabbed another jar. Holding it underneath his head, she stroked him as he spurted his seed into the glass jar. Harry wanted to glare at her for not letting him finish inside of her but was unable to because of the wonderful handjob that was making him feel so good. With one last deep stroke, she milked every last drop from him. He held his cock up to her lips, and she kissed the tip before cleaning him off.
She moaned as she sucked her juices and girl cum from his hard dick, her hand fondling his low-hanging ball sack. She took him all the way to the base before pulling off and letting go with a pop. She stood up and caught her breath. "We need to shower and dress. We have class in an hour, and I can't be late," she told him as he pressed against her from behind. She rolled her eyes as she felt his cock harden against her fine ass. Reaching back, she took hold of his erection. "Come on. I'll give you a hand job in the shower. I'll even let you soap up my tits." She giggled when he cheered. Sometimes she forgot how young that he was.
After their shower, Harry was making his way back to the dormitory to grab his books before heading down to breakfast. He wouldn't have time to eat a full meal, but he should be able to grab something.
"Hey, Harry!" he heard a voice call out. He turned to see Lavender standing there, rolling a long, blonde tress around her dainty finger. Harry smiled at the ditzy blonde. She may not be the brightest bulb around, but she was nice enough, not to mention really fun at a party. At the end of the year party that the girls of Gryffindor had thrown last year, Lavender made it well known that she was willing to give herself to him any time that he wanted. She was all over him that night. It was an enjoyable experience. As she stood there, his eyes lowered, and he checked out what she was offering. Lavender had an incredible pair of legs. That was probably why she wore such short robes. It was smart to play to your advantage and show off your best features. Her legs were long and silky smooth. The creamy pale color looked stunning in contrast to the black knee socks that she was wearing. If he hadn't spent the morning getting his balls drained, then he probably would have taken her upstairs and given her a good, hard fucking. Still, he watched as she gently played with the delicate skin of her thigh with her fingers, and gulped when she "accidentally" lifted the hem of her robes and flashed her teeny tiny pink panties. From the quick look, he saw that she was slightly damp and was rocking a very sexy camel toe. There was also a tiny bump telling him that her clit was engorged and ready to be sucked. Harry cursed the inventor of classes. Very soon he would make time for the bubbly blonde.
"Hey, Lav," Harry smiled, giving her a hug and pulling her against himself tightly. Lavender giggled girlishly when he buried his face in her neck and inhaled her fruity scent. "How about sometime this week you come up to my room so we can study a bit?" Harry asked. Lavender looked up at him with her big, blue eyes.
"That sounds good. Just let me know when you want me," she twirled around causing her robes to flare up and showed off her thong-clad ass. Harry was hard, very hard. She looked over her shoulder at him and wiggled her fingers to say bye. Harry huffed in annoyance. Now he was horny and would have to sit through a day of classes before he could find any relief.
Just as suspected, the day dragged on forever, and Harry remained horny through most of it. 'Stupid Lavender,' Harry thought as he gave his potion a counterclockwise swirl three times before lowering the flame. He watched as the potion in his cauldron turned from green to an aquamarine color, letting him know that he had done the first steps correctly. He was actually very surprised that he didn't mess it up. His concentration was shit at the moment. It wasn't his fault however, it was his table buddy, Daphne Greengrass' fault. She was sitting opposite him with her sexy, little foot sliding up the leg of his trousers. Most days he would find this kind of cute, but today it was torture. His cock was damn near about to rip through the flimsy fabric of his trousers. Today was not a day to play footsie with him. He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead as he added five frog's toes and some ground-up bowtruckles to his potion then turned up the flames. He could feel Daphne's dainty, little bare foot tickling the skin of his calf muscle. He shuddered when she wiggled her toes against him and rubbed her smooth, delicate sole on him. He looked at the witch in question. She wasn't looking back at him at all. In fact, she was perfectly content to work on her potion, which by the way, looked better than his. Daphne was one of the best students when it came to potion-making. From what he knew, her family had been in the potion business for at least a couple hundred years.
Due to his horniness, Daphne was looking more beautiful than normal. Her pale skin glistened as the firelight shimmered in the sweat on her face. Her hair was pulled back so as to not get caught in the flames, but that only made her more attractive in his opinion. With nothing to block his view, he studied her slender, delicate neck and cute, little ears. His eyes drank her in as he looked upon her big brown eyes and long, thick eyelashes. Her plump lips were pink and glistening from the lip gloss that she liked to use. Her eyes caught his, and she smiled with a lovely blush gracing her cheeks. She moved her foot even higher until it was almost on his knee. He gulped audibly, and she giggled.
"Harry?" she said sexily.
"Yes, Daphne," he asked with stars in his eyes, gazing upon her cuteness.
"Your potion is bubbling," she told him, pulling her foot from his leg. He looked at his potion. The entire cauldron was shaking and rattling. Potion was spilling out of the side, and bubbling dangerously. When he heard someone yell, "She's gonna blow!" he decided to get the hell out of there. Daphne had already scampered away to safety, as did everyone else. Harry took a flying leap headfirst over the adjacent table as his cauldron erupted in a volcanic blast of burnt, greasy goo. The table tipped over, and Harry hit the ground hard, even smacking his head.
"Oof!" he grunted as his body slammed into the hard, stone ground. He breathed heavily as his vision swam in his head. He tried to sit up but collapsed back down. He was too dizzy to do anything but lay there. There were people around him, asking him questions, but he was too out of it to answer any of them. All that he could say was, "I really need to get laid," before falling unconscious.
Chapter 7
Harry woke up in a bed which was strange because he remembered being in Potions class. The back of his head felt sore, so he reached back and touched the offending spot. He winced from the tenderness of it.
"Be happy that it's not worse," came the voice of the Matron of the Hospital Wing, Madam Poppy Pomfrey. Harry knew the school Healer to be a no-nonsense kind of woman. She wasn't mean or anything, she just didn't like it when kids were stupid.
"What happened?" Harry asked, playing with the bump on the back of his noggin. His hand was slapped away by Madam Pomfrey.
"It appears that you were careless with your potion-making. Thanks to you, there's now a thick coating of gelatinous goo that has stuck to the ceiling of the Potions Lab and hardened into something that even a hammer and chisel cannot break through," came another voice entering the fray. Madam Pomfrey rubbed something that stung on the back of his head making him close his eyes and hiss.
"It wasn't my fault, Professor McGonagall," Harry said, blinking the pain from his face.
"Oh, and why not, pray tell?" McGonagall asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because Lavender Brown got me all worked up before classes. Then I had to sit there all day thinking about her, and then Daphne Greengrass got me even more worked up during Potions class and distracted me," Harry answered. "If you wish to punish them, I fully support it. Damn Temptresses!" Madam Pomfrey snorted in response.
"I take it that you are blameless in this whole affair?" McGonagall smiled.
"Of course, Professor! I'm an innocent victim. If you prefer, I can punish them," Harry added naughtily.
"And just how would you do that?" she asked, crossing her arms underneath her bosom.
"I'm thinking something involving a paddle and their bare bottoms," Harry said, licking his lips at the thought. McGonagall rolled her eyes.
"Well, I'm not here to chastise you, nor am I here to punish them. Though, I do hope that you will be more careful in the future. Please try to keep your mind on your studies, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said sternly, making Harry gulp and nod his head.
"Good. Now, the reason that I am here is to offer you a chance to earn a bit of gold. I don't know if you're aware of this or not, but sometimes women will offer gold or other valuable objects for the chance to get impregnated by a male. If you were to accept, then Hogwarts would get a piece of the pie, so to speak," the Headmistress told him. Harry had never heard of this before. She could clearly see the confusion on his face and explained further.
"Narcissa Black wants to have a child. She's getting to the age where she'll need to have one now, or risk health problems for her and the baby if she decided to wait. Obviously, she can't force anyone to help her have a child, but she can offer gold. As you are still a ward of the school, a fee would be required along with any payment that you require. She has offered you either twenty thousand galleons or a beach house in Southern France," McGonagall explained to him.
"So she wants to have a baby with me, and she'll give me gold or a house in exchange?" Harry asked, wondering if he heard correctly.
"That is essentially correct, Mr. Potter. She has chosen you as the donor," she told him. "Narcissa always liked them young," she added under her breath. She handed Harry a folder that had pictures of the beach house. It looked incredible! It wasn't huge or anything, but it was very well taken care of. It had five rooms with five baths, a fancy kitchen, and even quarters for House-Elves.
"What would you do, Professor?" Harry asked, wanting to hear her opinion on the subject. Harry knew that she would give it to him straight.
"If I were you, I would agree. Twenty thousand galleons are nothing to sneeze at. Personally, I would take the beach house though," she added. Harry nodded, thinking the same thing. Harry knew how the whole baby thing worked. He wouldn't be expected to "be a father" to any child that he fathered. Some women may not even want him in the picture at all. Every woman knew that it was his duty to have as many children as possible, and there was no way that he could have a relationship with all of them. Eventually, Harry did want to be a real father though. That was still years away. In the meantime, he could do his duty and get a beautiful beach house out of it. Maybe this summer he, Susan, Tonks, Andromeda, and Amelia could go for a visit. He would love to see them all in bikinis. Harry smiled stupidly at the thought.
McGonagall saw the look on his face and rolled her eyes. "From the look on your face, I can see that you've made a decision."
"Yes, Ma'am. I want the beach house," Harry stated clearly. The Headmistress nodded.
"Excellent! I'll arrange for you and Narcissa to spend the weekend together here at the castle. I'll arrange for the payment once the deed is done," McGonagall said, taking the folder back and putting it away.
"By the way, how much does the school get?" Harry wondered. McGonagall smirked.
"Five thousand, Mr. Potter. And the school thanks you," she smiled.
"It will be my pleasure," Harry added lewdly, thinking about the sexy older woman. He'd seen Narcissa Black many times at various Ministry functions. She was a good-looking woman.
"I'm sure that it will," McGonagall snorted. "Now, I believe that Poppy will allow you to go if you promise to be more careful in the future."
"I promise," Harry quickly responded. Madam Pomfrey wasn't a woman that he wanted to get on her bad side. The Healer nodded.
"Good. Then you may go," Madam Pomfrey said, and Harry and McGonagall exited the Hospital Wing.
"I'll send you a message with the details on Friday morning, Mr. Potter," she said, walking the opposite way as him.
"Alright. Thanks, Professor!" Harry called out as he quickly made his way back to the dorm. Once he entered the warm Common Room, he was surrounded by females checking him for injuries and asking him if he was okay. He spent the next half hour assuring them that he was indeed fine and dandy. When they had calmed down, Harry slipped out of the room and made his way to his dorm. Going up to his bed, he flopped down on it and stretched. He was getting a bit tired. He had been unconscious for only a few hours, but somehow, that took a lot out of him. Harry heard the door open and saw that Hermione had crept in. She came up and sat on his bed next to him. She was fidgeting a bit and not saying anything. Harry didn't know what she was doing. The next thing that he knew, she undid his trousers, pulled them down so that his hard cock sprang up, and then she got down on her knees between his parted thighs. Harry smiled widely as he flopped back on the bed and enjoyed the privilege of being him.
After Dinner, Harry went back to his dorm room and got ready for bed. He was only slightly surprised to see Hermione naked in his bed. It seemed that now that she was no longer a virgin, she didn't want to go without sex for any long period of time. It was an attitude that Harry could completely understand. He spent the next few hours exploring every crack and crevice on her young, supple body.
The Witches World
The week passed slower than Harry would have liked. He was itching to get his chance with the sexy, older woman. Harry had always been a sucker for women older than him. His first crush was Andromeda Black. It was a shame that she and her sister Narcissa weren't on the best terms. Harry could have spent his childhood around both gorgeous women. Eventually, the week ended and it was Friday afternoon. Harry only had another hour to finish getting ready and meet McGonagall at the place that she indicated on her note. Apparently, there were rooms in the castle for just such occasions. Both he and Narcissa would be spending the entire weekend in a private suite. Even if he did get her pregnant right away, the rest of the weekend was still hers. She paid for it, so she would use it. No woman in her right mind would turn down sex with a living, breathing male.
Harry stood in front of the mirror looking at his reflection. He looked the same as always. His hair was damp and still messy as hell. He raised his arm and sniffed his armpits. He cringed. 'Definitely need some deodorant,' he thought, rolling some on. He finished getting ready then met the Headmistress on the seventh floor, close to her office. She led him to the sixth floor where a fancy looking door was waiting for him. She said goodbye and left him to his devices. Harry's heart was beating faster than normal, but he gathered his courage and opened the door.
There stood Narcissa Black, as gorgeous as ever. Her long blonde hair fell down her shoulders in loose curls. Her plump lips held a cute smile, and her eyes were big and lovely, colored in a deep blue. She was wearing a shimmery, silver robe that stopped mid-thigh. It gave off only a hint of cleavage, but it was enough to harden Harry's cock. "Mr. Potter, welcome."
Harry blushed and replied, "You can call me Harry, Narcissa. There's no need for us to be formal. We're in private after all." There were times for formality, but this certainly wasn't one of them. She softly laughed.
"Very well, Harry. My, my … you certainly are a scrumptious piece of meat, aren't you?" She walked around and studied him, like a tigress waiting to devour him. Harry gulped. "But I'm going to need to see more. I have very high standards after all," she added, smirking as she reached down and began unbuttoning his trousers. His face was red as she lowered them, his cock springing forth and bouncing happily. It was as hard as it had ever been.
Her warm hand reached down and gripped him, giving a deep stroke and making him shudder. "Mmm, yes. I think that this will do," she smiled, letting him go and turning her back on him. He watched the sexiness of her walk as her hips swayed back and forth. As she was about to reach the large, comfortable bed, she dropped her robe and exposed her nude backside. He was in shock as she crawled on the bed on all fours, parted her knees, arched her back and stuck her ass up in the air, then reached under herself and spread her puffy, hairless lips with two fingers. As she wiggled her ass, he took that as an invitation to join her. His clothing went flying in every direction as he stripped naked as fast as humanly possible. Once nude, he joined her on the bed. Crawling up behind her, he took a moment to study her backside.
Her cheeks were thick and rounded, held together by wide hips that were made for childbirth. Her wet pussy was perfect looking with plump lips that hid her lovely pink insides. He blushed as he got into position … her insides weren't hidden to him. She had herself open to his gaze, and now she was open to his cock. Harry placed the tip at her entrance and slid inside. A shuddering moan escaped his lips as he went balls deep on her, easily bottoming out due to her incredible wetness.
"Oh! Merlin, help me," she cried out, finally being fucked after many years of going without. His thick cock stretched her out in ways that she hadn't felt in years. She bit down on the silk bed sheets as he began thrusting. It was only the beginning and already her pussy was making lewd noises. The wet squelching and schlicking of their rutting were turning her on as much as the act of fucking itself. Not only that, but she was turned on by the fact that he was so young. She was old enough to be his mother, and here she was, bent over like a cheap whore and getting pile-driven from behind. The warm room became filled with the scent of her arousal as he reshaped her insides, making sure that she was a perfect fit for him and him alone. Narcissa's body trembled as an orgasm got closer and closer. Her hands were gripping the sheets tightly, and Harry continued to pick up speed. His pelvis was slapping against her bare bottom making wonderful ripples in the meat of her fat ass.
"Does my cock feel good, Narcissa?" Harry's courage grew as he got deeper into the pleasure zone. She only squealed when the tip of his spongy head battered against her G-spot. "Well?" he asked again louder. When she didn't answer, he lifted his hand and brought it down hard.
SMACK!
Narcissa's eyes went wide as she squealed, her pussy clamping down on his thrusting cock, and she sprayed her pussy juice all over his stomach. She couldn't believe that he had the nerve to spank her perfectly shaped buttocks!
SMACK!
"Answer me," he said in a sing-song voice. He spanked her again, and finally, she answered.
"Yes! I enjoy it! I love being used like a whore!" she admitted, cumming on his cock. With every powerful thrust, her pussy would explode in juices, spraying him, the bed, and even the walls across the room. Such was the force of her ejaculation. Her body trembled and thrashed around. He even had to hold her around her midsection to keep her from hurting herself. Unfortunately for her, this gave the bastard the perfect opportunity to squeeze and grope her big, bouncy tits. Narcissa opened her mouth, but only a pathetic squeak came out. Harry pinched and rolled her hard, sensitive nipples as he brutally fucked her doggy-style. Finally, she ran out of fluids and the squirting stopped, but she had already drenched everything around her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she became dizzy as he continued to fuck her. "Please," she squealed out, and Harry took mercy on her.
He grabbed her butt cheeks and squeezed them hard enough to leave a mark, making her cry out in pain and pleasure as he pumped her full of cum. He thrust hard, going as deep as possible and spurting his potent seed inside of her. Harry spasmed from the pleasure as he coated her innards with his gooey, white seed. Looking down, he saw that Narcissa was shivering uncontrollably. He smiled. If only she knew that this was just the beginning of a very long weekend.
Chapter 8
Narcissa closed her eyes tightly and bit down on the bedsheets as she was speared from behind. She grunted and moaned as her backdoor was stretched further than it had ever been. Her back was arched, and her ass was lifted as high as she could as her young lover's cock pummeled her asshole into submission. Her eyes watered from the pain and pleasure of getting buggered by the young man. It had been so long since she was taken anally that she had completely forgotten how naughty the sensation was. Her insides felt so incredibly full every time that he penetrated her, and every time he pulled out, she would mewl in protest. Eyes fluttering, her body trembled as he picked up speed. His hips were striking her shapely bottom with such force that it made her cheeks and thick thighs ripple.
Harry leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. "You're such a naughty girl, aren't you, Cissy?" he teased as he reached under her and brushed against her wet slit, then tickled her clit with his fingers that were lubed up with her own arousal. Narcissa opened her mouth to speak, but only a chittering sound came out. Harry kissed in between her shoulder blades, his fingers rubbing her hard clit. "I know that you're naughty. I can feel you clench my cock every time I sink into you," he groaned, her asshole squeezing his cock again. One thing that he had learned during his weekend with the blonde cougar, it was that Narcissa loved dirty talk.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she squeaked, her body falling flat onto the mattress. Harry continued to fuck her all the way down. Now his hand was pinned between her and the bed. He pinched and rolled her clit as his lubed cock violated her puckered hole. He was slamming into her as her body thrashed and spasmed, her legs kicking as her pussy squirted on his fingers. Still, he thrust in long, deep strokes, penetrating her as deeply as he could. Her incoherent wails of pleasure increased in volume when his fingers pinched her clit then began vibrating.
Narcissa had never felt such pleasure. Her mouth was open as she screamed into the pillow, drool dripping down onto the soft fabric. Her body was being jerked this way and that as he used her for his own pleasure. The things that he was doing to her clit was incredible. Her pussy was so wet that she was ready to explode again. Her weekend with him had been magnificent. It had been confirmed just that morning that she was indeed carrying his child. To celebrate, they had been fucking nearly nonstop since. He had taken her in every way possible. Now he was about to claim her ass as she felt him shudder. She cried out and wailed into the pillow as he pinched her throbbing clit and penetrated her as deeply as he could. He grunted and moaned out in relief as she felt her bowels fill with his warm, potent seed. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came on his hand. She just laid there letting him seed her as she came over and over. Not so secretly, she was over the moon about her pregnancy. Secretly, she hoped that he wanted to be in the baby's life. Not for the child's sake, but for her own. Selfishly speaking, she wanted easy access to him for her own pleasure. She wanted him there so she could tempt him into bed. From the way that he continuously pawed at her all weekend, she didn't think that he would mind.
There was a problem though. News of her pregnancy was sure to get out into the public. She would be surprised if it wasn't already. Many women her age would be contacting him to give them a child now that it was confirmed that his seed was potent. She needed to think of a way to get an edge over these other whores. She would think on it. In the meantime, she would send him periodic updates about her pregnancy, and perhaps offer him a night that he wouldn't be able to resist. She giggled as Harry rolled her over and sucked on her nipples.
The Witches World
Harry walked down the hall with a spring in his step. He had just spent the weekend fucking the gorgeous cougar, Narcissa Black. At the moment, he didn't have much to complain about. As he entered Gryffindor Tower, he was bombarded with sexy females wishing him a happy return. It took awhile talking to them all, but eventually, he retired as it was getting late and they had classes in the morning. As he passed Hermione, he told her, "Meet me in my room in five minutes. Leave your panties behind." Hermione blushed fiercely but quickly scampered off in the direction of the girls' dorm rooms. Harry entered his room and got ready for bed. He washed his face and brushed his teeth. Removing his clothes, he laid on top of his bed and stroked himself to full hardness. All he had to do was think about Hermione's taste and scent, and her cute body, and he was instantly hard. He looked up as the door opened. Hermione walked in, pink-cheeked and wearing a long, thick nightgown. Stopping at the foot of his bed, she blushed harder and pulled it off of her shoulders. He watched as her nude body was revealed to him once more. Harry beckoned her forward, and she crawled onto the bed and over to him. He kept his eyes on her small, perky breasts and they hung down and jiggled as she moved over to him. When she was next to him, he grabbed her and flipped her over onto her back, earning a surprised squeal from her. He leaned down and kissed her lips.
"I can already smell you," he teased her, kissing her down her supple body. She shivered as he kissed between her breasts and down her tummy. A gasp left her lips when he attacked her belly button with his lips and tongue. Her fingers snaked through his dark, messy hair and pushed his head lower, desperate to feel him pleasure her. Her smooth legs parted as his face dipped between them. Hermione blushed as he took a few moments to savor the situation. He placed featherlight kisses around the junction of where her hips met her pussy. Harry inhaled deeply, loving her wonderful scent.
Hermione Granger was in desperate need of pleasure. Now that she had finally given herself to Harry fully, she was loathed to go even a day without the incredible feeling of sex. Going an entire weekend was torture for the young bookworm. Hermione blushed thinking about what her mother would say. Her mum was a more conservative woman, and despite being beautiful, she still dressed and acted "properly". Hermione was certain that she would have something to say if she could see her daughter now. Seeing as how Hermione was completely nude in bed with a boy, and his face was currently nuzzling her dripping vagina, Hermione imagined that what she had to say wouldn't be good to hear. As he nipped at her lips and kissed her clit, she flopped back onto the large, comfortable bed and ground her pussy against his face, giving him a clear hint as to what she wanted. Her body writhed, and she moaned as her hands slid up her silky body and cupped her still budding breasts. They were only a handful, but that didn't matter to her … as long as Harry liked them. From the way that he constantly pawed at them, she knew that he did. She chittered in pleasure as Harry's tongue traveled the length of her wet slit, and her fingers rubbed her hard, crinkled nipples. As his hands slid around to the front of her thighs, and he pulled her roughly against his face, Hermione arched her back in the first orgasm of several that night.
The Witches World
Harry was sitting in the Headmistress's office listening to her go on about his arrangement with Narcissa. He was munching on his favorite sweets that McGonagall provided. He noticed that almost everyone went out of their way to provide him with his favorite things.
"The Goblins have confirmed that the deed to the French beach house has indeed been signed over to you."
"That's good," Harry said, enjoying the peanut butter and chocolatey goodness. "I'm gonna write to Amelia and try to convince her to take us there over the summer hols," Harry said, popping another bite-sized cup into his mouth. "You can use it as well, Professor. I don't mind," Harry told her, looking up and meeting her gaze. She just chuckled.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter, but believe it or not, I'm not very fond of the ocean," she said, smiling at him. "Now, I have received more than a few requests from other women to provide the same service." Harry thought about it and nodded.
"Could you make a list and write out their names and what they're offering? I think that would make it easier," he asked her, sitting back in his chair.
"I'll see that it's done," she said, writing something down in her notebook. "Also, expect a letter from a woman named Apolline. She's a woman that lives in France and wants you to impregnate her oldest daughter. Fleur, I believe her name is."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Isn't there someone a little closer that could do the job?" He found it strange that they would need to bring in someone from the UK to do the job.
McGonagall shook her head. France has just ended a severe drought of born males. The males in France are either too old for her comfort, or they're too young. The closest to her age hasn't even started school yet," she told him. With that information, he could see why she would contact him.
"What's your opinion on them and the situation?" Harry asked the Headmistress, interested to hear what she had to say.
"The girl, Fleur Delacour has Veela blood in her, which of course makes her stunningly beautiful. I've never met her or her mother, but I have heard of them. They are quite rich and are truly nice people. Apolline has donated a small fortune to further research into fixing our ratio problem. I think that they deserve it more than just about anyone," McGonagall told him, and Harry nodded.
"How old is she?"
"She's sixteen years old and in her sixth year at Beauxbatons," she answered. It seemed that Fleur was fairly close to his age. In his opinion, she was still a bit young to be having children. He didn't know if it was her idea, or if her mother was pushing her into it. He'd like to meet her and find out.
"I think it would be best if we met during the summer since we're both students. If Apolline has already given so much, I don't think it would be right to charge her for it. I'd really like to meet her first before making a final decision though. Maybe they can meet me at the beach house this summer!" Harry said excitedly. Madam Bones would have no choice but to say yes, Harry thought happily.
"A fine suggestion, Mr. Potter. I'll write to Apolline and Amelia and have everything set up." McGonagall wrote some more stuff in her notebook. Their meeting continued until they had everything sorted. As he was about to go back into Gryffindor Tower, he was suddenly pushed against the wall and kissed deeply. He closed his eyes and kissed her back. Whoever it was had incredibly soft lips. Breaking the kiss, he saw that it was Lavender Brown.
"Don't forget to invite me up to your room for our "study" session, Harry," she said, sultrily. She giggled and disappeared into the Tower. Harry entered Gryffindor Tower a moment later sporting the biggest, dopey grin.
Chapter 9
In a hidden nook in one of the many corridors of Hogwarts, Harry Potter was leaning against the wall with his head tilted back in pleasure. His hand was resting on the bobbing head of Angelina Johnson as she took him down her throat like a pro. Her pretty face was bumping into his lower belly as she sucked him like her life depended on it.
"Holy shit, Angie! Your mouth is fantastic," Harry groaned as the tip of her tongue tickled the underside of his head. She hummed around his cock and took him back down her throat. Harry wrapped his hand around her long hair and made a ponytail with it. Angelina smiled in appreciation and bobbed her head faster. "I can't last much longer," Harry told her desperately, his breath hitching as his balls churned. Reaching up, she cupped his low hanging testicles and gently massaged them. She felt them crinkle in her palm and knew what was coming next. She pulled back enough that only his head remained in her mouth. Her other hand grabbed him around the base, and she quickly stroked him, trying to coax a heavy load from him. Hearing him grunt and feeling his body shudder, she was prepared when a thick spurt of cum filled her mouth. She drank it down as she milked him with her hand. Spurt after spurt filled her greedy mouth as she sucked him dry. Angelina knew that she should probably collect his load as a valuable potion ingredient, but she was too caught up in the action. Her plump lips kept him inside of her mouth until he had been milked dry. She let his cock go, but not before licking the complete underside of it. Lifting his cock up, she even kissed his balls. He loved it when his girls worshipped his cock. Harry was breathing heavily as Angelina kissed his cheek, fixed herself up, and scampered off to her next class. Realizing that he was probably late, Harry buttoned his trousers and ran off as well.
After lunch, the Headmistress caught him before he made it to class.
"Mr. Potter, I need a word with you. I'll inform your teacher that you won't be making it today," she told him, placing a hand on his back and leading him to the stairs.
"What's wrong, Professor? I hope that I'm not in any trouble," he said, looking at her with some concern.
"Nothing like that. We just have some more tests that need to be run," she smiled at his annoyed look. She wanted to chuckle but felt like it would be too unprofessional. Harry had always disliked these tests. Even as a small boy, he would much rather run around and play than sit there and let someone poke and prod him. She couldn't blame him. She would be just as annoyed if she were in his place. Together they went to the Hospital Wing to see Madam Pomfrey, who would be supervising this round of tests. Once in the Hospital Wing, Harry already knew what to do. Seeing a hospital gown already laid out, he grabbed it and walked to the changing area. Stripping down, he put the gown on and went back into the infirmary. Sitting on one of the many beds, he waited for them to start.
These tests were one of the few things that he disliked about his situation. Most of the negatives could be worked around, but not these. He understood why they had to happen, and even agreed with the reasons. That didn't make undergoing them any more pleasant. Soon, Madam Pomfrey was coming at him with a needle. He sighed and offered his arm. He didn't like giving blood at all but knew complaining would fix nothing about the situation. For the next hour, Harry sat there undergoing what felt like "Alien Experimentation" as they asked him questions and took samples of various bodily fluids. Madam Pomfrey gave him a very thorough health check to make sure that he was physically fine. Health checks were something that he had lived with for his entire life. He received them twice monthly. They couldn't risk anything happening to him. Unsurprisingly, he came back with a clean bill of health.
"Okay, Mr. Potter. Now it's time to measure your penis. You know what to do," Madam Pomfrey said, standing back as Harry dropped his gown. His soft penis was on display to both her and the Headmistress. Walking up to him, she reached down and gripped his cock. Giving it a few experimental strokes, she watched as it began to harden. Faster her hand moved until she coaxed it to full hardness. Quickly grabbing a tape measure, she held it up to his cock.
"Mmm, seven point three inches," she said out loud while McGonagall wrote down the measurements. Next, Madam Pomfrey wrapped the tape measure around his cock to measure the thickness. Again she called out the number and McGonagall wrote it down. She measured the size of his testicles, and even stroked him to completion, taking his semen as a sample to test. Harry huffed when he was told to put his clothes back on. At least now that he was older, he at least got a "happy ending" out of it. Harry left the Hospital Wing and walked around a bit. He was always grumpy after these tests, and he thought that it was better if he didn't talk to anyone while annoyed. He wasn't going to any classes for the rest of the day, and if anyone had anything to say about it, he would tell them to pound sand. It was later that Harry made it back to the Common Room. He smiled as Lavender Brown was one of the first to make it back after the day's classes had ended.
"Hey, Harry! I'm …," she was cut off by Harry taking her by the hand and leading her up the stairs to his room. When the door was shut behind them, he turned to look at her. Her pretty face was blushing as he stripped himself of his clothing. The best way to fight off annoyance was to do something that made you happy. Fucking made Harry very happy. Harry sat down on his bed and grabbed her by the hips. Pulling her between his legs, he slid his hands up the back of her silky smooth thighs. Lavender placed her hands on his shoulders as he cupped her bum, squeezing the firm flesh of her cheeks. His fingertips slid between her cheeks, and he felt the g-string that she was wearing.
"Still wearing teeny tiny panties for me?" he teased the bubbly blonde earning a blush from her. He chuckled at the sight of her pink cheeks, his hands still mauling her tight ass. "How about we get those panties off and really have some fun?" he said, not waiting for her to answer. He gripped the waistband and pulled them down. He watched as her light purple panties appeared from under her incredibly short school robe and were pulled halfway down her thighs. Leaving them there, Harry groped her sexy ass while his other hand lifted up the front of her robe. The scent of her arousal hit him like a ton of bricks as her bald, wet pussy was presented to him. He thought that her pussy was lovely. Her mound looked perfectly smooth and soft while her plump, hairless lips hung below. His hand snaked its way up the inside of her thigh until he reached her lips. Gently he stroked the damp flesh making the blonde shiver in excitement. Using his fingers, he stroked her moist folds while rubbing her engorged clit with his thumb. Lavender trembled and ran her fingers through his hair.
"Harry … oh … that feels really good," she gasped as he placed more pressure on her clit. Leaning in, he kissed her belly and around her hips, enjoying the curves of her lovely body. His eyes fluttered the more her heady scent filled his nostrils, and he moaned into her belly button. Grabbing her ass, he spun her around and tossed her on the bed. Lavender squealed out as she bounced on the comfortable mattress. Before she could right herself, her foot was grabbed, and she watched as Harry removed her shoe. He then moved to her other foot and removed that shoe as well. With a hungry look in his eyes that made Lavender gulp, he leaned down and began unbuttoning her robe. Once he had reached the last button, he flipped the material open exposing her nude body. Lavender blushed profusely as she watched him examine her. The only parts of her body that weren't exposed were the parts that were covered by her ankle socks. She shivered as he placed his hands on her hips and slid them up her slim waist and over her ribs. As his hands reached her underarms, he lifted her and pushed her further back on the bed. Now that she was right in the middle of the bed, he removed the school robe that was hanging off of her body.
Lavender tried hard to hide the blush constantly forming on her cheeks. She couldn't help it though. She liked being manhandled, and she liked when he was rough with her. To prove her point, she happily squealed when he flipped her and lifted her ass into the air.
"Wow! Your pussy is really wet, Lav," Harry sounded amazed as he used a finger to tickle her drenched slit. Lavender hid her face in shame as she felt beads of her arousal roll down the insides of her thighs. She squeaked when her bottom was suddenly softly bitten, then kissed better. Harry's hands were squeezing and groping her cheeks while he kissed and nipped at her soft skin. Lewdly, he buried his face between her cheeks and rubbed his face back and forth. Lavender was so embarrassed but was still turned on by the perverted action. She was sure that his face stunk of her pussy juice. She bit her lower lip when she felt him spread her cheeks apart, then gasped like a whore when he licked her from clit to asshole.
Harry stared at Lavender's exposed areas as he kept her cheeks apart. Her pussy was of course sexy as hell. Her plump lips were pushed together tightly making for a very sexy view. A tiny bit of her light pink inner lips was poking out from the pale skin of her outer lips. That was enough to make his cock as hard as a rock. It was, however, her perfect asshole that truly drove him mad with desire. Her puckered hole was only a few shades darker than the rest of her pale skin. Obviously, it was yet to be touched by another man and looked tighter than he could imagine. Experimentally, he used the tip of his finger to toy with the rim and even poked her directly on the hole. He watched fascinated as her asshole puckered any time that his finger came close to it. Unable to control his perverse desires, his hands gripped the front of her creamy, white thighs and pulled her to him. His tongue came in contact with her puckered hole making her gasp out in surprise.
Lavender looked over her shoulder at him in shock. She couldn't believe that he would do something so naughty. She watched amazed as his face pressed against her and licked her for all that he was worth. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her breathing increased. She couldn't keep herself from slightly wiggling her backside as she felt his tongue rim her crinkled hole. Every so often, her body would spasm from the naughty sensation of his tongue on her.
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned when he pinched her clit and suddenly felt vibrations that sent such wonderful pleasure straight to her pussy. She gripped the bed tightly as her pussy leaked juices down her thighs. Her body bucked as he pinched and pulled her poor, abused clit. Finally, he pinched and rolled her hard clit as he stuck his tongue directly inside of her asshole. Lavender squealed and came as her pussy squirted against his neck and chest. His tongue still wiggled inside of her as he slowly ramped down his clit-play until she was able to collapse on the bed. Tiredly looking back, she saw him getting into position while stroking his large, hard cock. Lavender bit her lip and prepared for a long night.
Chapter 10
A gasping moan was let out as the ditzy blonde, Lavender Brown was penetrated deeply. Harry had her legs straight up with her ankles crossed as he thrust viciously inside her squirting cunt. She choked out a gasp, unable to form any coherent words as her tight little pussy squeezed his cock trying to milk the seed from his balls. The back of her hand came up and wiped off the sweat that was forming on her forehead. Her body trembled mercilessly as orgasm after orgasm rocked her young body. It was the following morning after their initial tryst, and Lavender wanted to end their meeting in the best way possible. She wanted to make sure that he would always come back to her for more. That was one thing that her mother had beat into her brain. She was to get Harry into her bed and do her best to impress him. Her mother knew that one day she would want a child, and it would be a lot easier if she already had some sort of relationship with him. They weren't rich enough to be able to offer a male anything of significance to tempt them into giving her a child. Lavender blushed and smiled as she was getting railed. She was happy to have completed at least the first step of her plan. She had gotten into Harry's bed, and she thought that she did a good job. At the very least, Harry looked to be enjoying himself immensely as he grunted while going balls deep inside of her very wet pussy. She would study up on new positions and techniques and such and try again.
She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation of Harry's hands sliding up her smooth legs and gripping her thin ankles. Spreading them apart, his hands slid down until they were on the backs of her knees. Pushing her legs forward and splitting them apart, she was now opened up for him to brutally fuck her. Lavender mewled as her back arched, and she presented her lovely tits for him to look at. She was taught by her mother to read his actions and facial expressions for things that he liked and disliked. One thing that he loved was her breasts. He took every opportunity to watch them as they jiggled and bounced around. Even now, his eyes were glued to her chest as she stuck those lovely mounds out. In truth, she enjoyed that he liked them so much. Lavender was a girl that wanted attention from him. It turned her on when he gave it to her.
"Oh God, Harry! Deeper," she moaned as her eyes fluttered. Harry looked down and saw his cock streaked with her cream. Giving her what she wanted, his hips collided with her's over and over, hitting spots that had never been reached. Leaning in, he kissed her passionately. Lavender wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him there for a while. Her pink tongue invaded his mouth and battled his tongue for dominance. Their lips danced together as her pussy squeezed his cock that was violating her in such wonderful ways. She pushed as much passion as possible into her kisses wanting him to remember them, even when he kissed other girls. Lavender gasped into his mouth as his cock slammed against her g-spot, triggering another powerful orgasm. Her body shook and trembled as she came on his cock again.
The Witches World
Harry smiled at Ginny Weasley as she told him about how a Garden Gnome bit her toe during the summer. He chuckled at her story and watched as she blushed under his gaze. She was still too young for anything physical, but he could see the beginnings of puberty overcoming her. She was leaving the "kind of cute but still awkward" phase and becoming prettier. His eyes didn't stay on her for long, however. Instead, his eyes glanced over to the Slytherin table where the gorgeous Daphne Greengrass was eating. Her eyes were on him as well. Just looking at her made him horny. It didn't help that Hermione's hand was on his thigh. His poor, neglected friend had had to go without sexy time for a while now. It was starting to wear on her. He would give Hermione a hand after classes, but he wouldn't spend the night with her. No, he decided that it was time for a little rendezvous with the sexy snake.
After lunch was over, Hermione had gone to one of her electives and left Harry alone. Walking up behind Daphne, who was heading to one of her own classes, he placed his hands on her waist and gave her a gentle squeeze. She jumped slightly in surprise. He pressed his lips against her ear, loving the scent of her hair, and whispered, "Meet me at my private quarters tonight at nine."
He could see Daphne blush as her friends giggled around her. She nodded in response. "Stay the night with me?" he asked. Again, the gorgeous Slytherin nodded. Smiling, he kissed her cheek and went to class before he was late. He could hear giggling behind him as her friends teased her.
The rest of the day went by slowly as he was eager to meet up with her. First, he needed to take care of Hermione. She waited for him patiently, never getting annoyed or clingy. He felt that she deserved a reward. After classes were over for the day, they met up in the Common Room, and Harry didn't say anything as he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into his room. He gently pushed her onto his bed and chuckled as she squealed in surprise. His hands went under her robes and he peeled her wet panties down her lovely thighs. Hermione was already shivering in excitement as she spread her thighs. Harry moved the hem of her robe out of the way and saw that her pussy was indeed wet. Her tight, little slit was parted slightly with her legs, showing off just a peek of her damp inner lips. Her little clit was hard and engorged, ready to be sucked on and played with. Even from a couple of feet away, he could smell her enticing scent. Her arousal filled him, making his cock grow in his trousers. He watched her blush furiously as she used her fingers to spread her lips, showing him her light pink insides. Leaning down, he slid his tongue inside of her and felt the warmth of her body as her thighs squeezed his head, and she cried out in pleasure.
Later in the day, he left Hermione on his bed nude and shivering as cum leaked out of her violated pussy. Her eyes were open, and her chest was moving, but it seemed that she wasn't all there. She had a goofy smile on her face as her body would occasionally spasm. Harry hopped into the shower and cleaned himself as he waited for his time with Daphne tonight. Going into the Common Room, he sat down and was instantly surrounded by girls. Angelina, being the most outgoing of the bunch, sat down on his lap and was kissing his neck as he chatted with the ladies of Gryffindor. He made sure not to get too handsy. It was an unwritten rule that you keep your hanky-panky out of the Common Room when the younger students were around. Still, he let her kiss his neck as he subtly played with the silky smooth skin of her legs. He saw that Parvati Patil was eyeing him like a piece of meat. She was Lavender's best friend, so it wasn't surprising if she had heard what went down between them. It seemed that she wanted the same treatment. Harry would be happy to give it to her, just not today. Today he had a date with one of his crushes. Checking his watch, he saw that he needed to get going. Kissing Angelina deeply and squeezing her inner thigh, he got her off of him and bid them a fond farewell for the night.
Happily, Harry skipped to his room that he was given to conduct his "business" with girls from other Houses. He would prefer to have his meet-ups in his normal room but was unable to because of House rules. The only students that were able to visit House Common Rooms that they didn't belong to were the males of the school. Harry had been to all of them before. Each was nice in its own way. They weren't all that different from one another besides the decorations. Ravenclaw of course was filled with bookshelves, and Slytherin had snake motifs everywhere. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were the most similar. As he entered his room, he discovered that the House-Elves had already prepared everything. The room was cleaned and the sheets and blankets were changed. There was even a tray of cookies and snacks for them to have along with pitchers of water and pumpkin juice. He made a mental note to go to the kitchens and thank them for a job well done.
As nine o'clock rolled around, a gentle knock at the door brought him to attention. He wanted to laugh at her soft knocks. It fit her completely in his opinion. Daphne was a gentle person who was raised as a proper, high-class "princess". Princesses didn't go beating on doors. Opening it found her on the other side with pink cheeks. He smiled at the pretty girl and ushered her in. Closing and locking the door behind them, before she could say anything, he brushed her cheek with his fingers and kissed her sweetly. It seemed that the choice to be more gentle with her was the right one, because she moaned happily into his mouth, wrapping her arms around him, and deepening the kiss. He pulled away from her lips and laid soft kisses along her neck and collarbone, causing cute, little gasps to escape from her mouth. With shaking hands, she reached down and undid his trousers. Harry let them fall and stepped out of them as he took off his shirt. Daphne watched pink-cheeked as Harry stripped down to only his boxers.
Inside, Daphne was a nervous wreck, though she tried hard not to show it. Her heart was hammering against her chest as she leaned into him and placed kisses against his chest. Gathering her courage, she reached down into his boxers and gripped his penis. Her eyes widened at the size. From what she knew, he was very big for a boy his age. She gulped knowing that very soon, that thing would be inside of her. Clumsily, she stroked him inside of his boxers while he brushed the hair from her face and kissed her forehead. She let out a panicked breath as he lifted her up and gently placed her on his bed.
Harry took a moment to look at the sexy, dark-haired beauty. She was wearing a white button-up shirt with no bra and a black skirt that ended just above the knee. He could see her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of her shirt. On her feet, she wore black Mary Janes with white socks. Harry smirked to himself. This girl loved to tease him with her feet. It was only fair if he teased her the same way. Slowly he worked off her shoe as she kept her eyes glued to his actions. His hand slid up her calf muscle then back down before peeling off her sock, revealing her dainty, little foot. It was just as lovely as the rest of her.
Daphne shuddered and gasped when he lifted her foot to his mouth and kissed her sensitive sole. Her face turned bright red as his lips traveled over her soft skin. She loved teasing him with her feet since it was easiest to hide. It made sense since she almost always saw him in a public place. Now he turned the tables on her. He was peppering her toes with soft kisses, making her dampen her panties. Soon her other foot was bared, and he gave it the same treatment. She was breathing deeply as he pulled his boxers down revealing himself to her for the first time. She looked at his cock in fascination. It was thick, long, and veiny. She wasn't able to think about much more since that same cock was wedged between her feet. "I love when you tease me with these cute feet, Daph. Now it's time that you finish the job, Princess," he told her huskily. Knowing what he wanted, she blushed and got to work.
Holding his cock between the silky skin of her arches, she began moving her feet up and down. Hearing him moan quietly filled her with confidence. She bit her lower lip as she concentrated on doing a good job. Harry groaned as his hands glided over the smooth skin of her legs. Remembering what her mother had taught her, she placed the length of his cock against the arch of her foot and used her toes to stroke him.
"Mmm. Keep doing that, Daph," he groaned, closing his eyes in pleasure. Daphne was filled with happiness and excitement. Obviously, she wanted Harry in her life, but she also wanted to make her mother proud. She had taught Daphne for years, and now she was fulfilling her part by using her knowledge to pleasure Harry. Daphne agreed with her mother about keeping Harry in her life, but she also had a sneaking suspicion that her mother wanted a piece of him as well. Harry was shuddering as he grabbed her feet. Daphne watched as he held her feet in his hand and stroked his cock with the other one. Aiming his cock at the top of her feet, he groaned as a huge load of warm, sticky cum spurted out over her feet and toes. Daphne was blushing up a storm as he continued to stroke himself, further covering her feet in his seed. Once he sighed in relief, she saw that her feet were almost entirely covered in cum. There was probably several hundred Galleons worth of cum on her feet. He told her to keep her legs up as he went to get his wand. She sat there watching as cum dripped off of her toes before he returned and vanished his seed with a wave of his wand. 'What a waste,' she thought, thinking about all the potions that she could have made with the substance. Although, if she did a good job that night, she may have access to all the cum that she would ever need. Her thoughts were cut off by the look in Harry's eyes. She could see them burning with pure lust, and he was looking right at her. Blushing furiously, she began instinctively sliding back on the bed. He wasn't having any of it though.
Daphne squealed as he grabbed her thighs and pulled her forward. Before she could say anything, he reached under her skirt and ripped her panties right off of her. She shrieked in surprise as his face disappeared underneath her black skirt. Her eyes grew as wide as saucers as he devoured her naked pussy. Wet slurping could be heard as he explored every crack and crevice of her naked, hairless genitals. 'Well, I guess he's not being gentle with me anymore,' she thought as he harshly sucked on her clit, making her tremble in pleasure.
Not too much later and her skirt was gone, and he grabbed her shirt and ripped it open. Daphne squeaked as her perky tits jiggled from the violent treatment of her shirt. Her hands were lifted above her head and held there by his strong grip. He was staring at her breasts before his other hand slid up her soft belly and groped her stretched out tits. Daphne gasped and chittered as his fingers grazed her incredibly sensitive nipples. Her legs were spread, and the warm room was quickly filling with the scent of her arousal. Harry settled between her open thighs, and she felt him rubbing against her virgin slit. Reaching down, he rubbed himself against the length of her folds, coating his head in her juices. Daphne closed her eyes and bit her lip as she felt a boy slip inside of her for the first time.