A Mothers Favor by Dasteiza
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Chapter 1
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A Mother's Favor
Having just turned seventeen, Harry was finally granted full access to his family fortune. Ever since his father and godfather had died at the hands of Voldemort, it had been just him and his mother. Since she wasn't a Potter by blood, she could only access a small portion of his wealth monthly to take care of them. Even so, the amount that she was able to get as his guardian still afforded them a comfortable life. That didn't stop his mother from getting a job of her own.
She figured that a little extra money wouldn't hurt, and once he went to Hogwarts for most of the year, she would need something to keep from being bored. Because of her love of potions, she naturally gravitated toward that. Almost instantly she found success.
Lily opened up a small potion shop in Hogsmeade so that she could see her son during the Hogsmeade Weekends. Since her potions were better and cheaper than other shops, she obviously received the most customers. Of course, there were always a few idiots who wouldn't buy from a mudblood. Thankfully, those days were over with Harry's defeat of the Dark Lord once and for all.
Harry couldn't be happier now that he no longer had the spectre of death constantly hanging over his head. Not only that, but the blood purists that loved to run their mouths so much were suddenly silent. Most were either in prison, in the process of going to prison, or scared to death that they'll be the next ones arrested. For one, Harry couldn't care less. He loved seeing idiots like the Malfoys getting their comeuppance. He wasn't sure if he would be seeing Draco again for their final year, but he certainly hoped not. If the ferret did make his way back, Harry doubted even the Dark Lord's fall would stop the moron from running his mouth. Unfortunately for him, he wouldn't have dear old daddy to use as a threat anymore.
Tired of being in bed for so long, Harry got to his feet with a harsh wince. A sudden knock on his door drew his attention.
"Yeah?" he called out.
"It's me! Can I come in?" he heard his best friend's voice.
"Sure!" he said, walking up to his mirror. As the door opened and Hermione came in, she made her way to his side. Harry lifted his shirt up and looked in the mirror. Hermione winced as well.
"Not a pretty sight, huh?" Harry said, looking at his wound. Before taking down Voldemort, the bastard had left him with a parting gift. A nasty curse slammed into his side and began to make his skin rot. Thankfully, Harry got to his mother in time, and she was able to stop the spread of the curse. Not finding a magical way to reverse the damage, she was forced to use her brains and invent a potion to do the job. Being the smartest witch of her generation, she came up with one fairly quickly. It was a combination of a salve and a potion that needed to be taken nightly.
Most of the physical damage had been taken care of already. His skin had grown back, and now all that he had to deal with was the discoloration. The spot where the curse hit was still a dark purple, and he had a spiderweb of dark purple trails that branched away from the curse. His mother said that it would probably take several more months of her treatment to completely return to normal.
"It's just discolored now, so it's not so bad," she answered honestly. "Does it hurt?" she asked. Harry nodded.
"Mostly in the mornings. I take a pain potion with breakfast, so it doesn't bother me much throughout the day, but it runs out at night," he said, wincing as he poked at the dark patch of skin.
"Stop poking at it!" she scowled and smacked his hand away. Harry chuckled and lowered his shirt.
"The pain has been lessening, so that's pretty good. Anyway, are you excited about me coming to stay with you for a week?" he asked in a teasing way. Hermione blushed but smiled.
"Yes! I've already made so many plans!"
As Harry listened to her itinerary, their mothers were talking amongst themselves in the kitchen.
"So you have everything packed for your trip?" Emma asked, taking a sip of her tea. Lily nodded.
"Yes. I can't believe that I'm going to the World's Potioneering Conference! I've always dreamed of going," Lily gushed. "Thanks again for taking Harry. Obviously, he's already an adult and can take care of himself, but with his injury and the side-effects from his healing potions …"
Immediately, Emma's face turned bright red. Being best friends, Lily didn't keep anything from her. She knew that when Harry took his potion every night, his libido would skyrocket to a dangerous level. Only vigorous sexual activity could quench his lust. When Lily first told her about it, obviously she was flabbergasted. Lily explained that she couldn't ask her or her daughter to take care of him like that. Hermione was too young, and Emma wasn't there every night. Emma knew that she was right, but still … he was her son! Lily explained that these kinds of things happened in the wizarding world all of the time, and there was no other choice.
"It's no problem," she answered. "Umm … about tonight. Is it still planned?"
Lily blushed this time while she nodded. "Yes. I need to show you the ropes so that you can handle him on your own. Harry already knows."
Emma's heart was hammering in her chest as she nodded. She didn't want to admit it, but she was kind of looking forward to it. She and her husband had divorced nearly two years ago, and she hadn't had sex with him in over a year before that. Needless to say, she was going through a major dry spell. For the first time in a while, she had used the hair removal cream that Lily had brewed for her. She slathered it all over her body until she was as smooth as she had ever been. Now she just needed to wait.
Later That Night
Harry heard a knock on his door and immediately knew who it was. Hermione had been "drugged" at dinner by his mother, so he knew that it wasn't her. Of course, Emma already knew about it. In reality, Hermione had been given a modest amount of sleeping potion in her drink and had fallen asleep a few hours after they finished eating. Harry knew that she wouldn't be waking up until morning. Since this would be his first time with Hermione's mother, he was rightfully nervous. "Come in," he nervously called out.
As his mother entered, she smiled sweetly at him. Emma came next, smiling as well. She looked just as nervous as he did. The only difference was that as soon as he drank the potion, his nervousness would go away. "Are you ready, honey?" Lily asked. Harry nodded. He stood up and removed his shirt. Emma had already seen the damaged magical pathways on his torso, so it wasn't shocking to her.
"It looks better than the last time," Emma said, earning a smile from Lily.
"It's healing well," she affirmed as she rubbed sweet-smelling salve into the skin of his damaged area. Harry shivered as she did. The salve always felt icy-cold when it was first applied. "And now … your potion," his mother said, handing him the medium-sized vial of gunpowder gray liquid.
"Are you ladies ready?" Harry asked as he uncorked it. The scent of heavy rain began wafting up from the open vial. Emma and Lily looked at one another and nodded. Each undid the sashes of their robes and let them drop to the floor. Harry's cock immediately hardened in his pajamas as he saw the smooth bodies of the two women that he was about to fuck. Pressing the vial to his lips, he tilted his head back and drank it down.
Emma watched as he drank his potion. At first, nothing happened. Then, after a minute or so, he got this look on his face like he was a wild animal or something. She would be the first to admit that she was a bit nervous. His body was trembling as he stepped out of his bottoms. Emma's eyes bugged out when she saw the massive cock sticking straight out in front of him. It was hard and straining and ready to be put to use. Within a blink of an eye, he was on them. Emma squealed as she was tossed onto his bed. Somehow, she landed on Lily, and they were face to face with their nude bodies pressed together. Both women looked each other in the eye and blushed deeply. Especially so when Harry buried his face between their legs and started licking and sucking on anything that he could reach. When his lips attached to her clit, Emma squealed loudly and bucked from the intense pleasure.
She gasped when she heard him practically growl as she pulled her clit away from his lips. He roughly grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy right back to his face where he started licking down her juices. It was then that she knew that Harry was the one in charge. He was going to use her in any way that he desired, and she was just along for the ride.
"I forgot to tell you …" Lily moaned as Harry's fingers were buried deep in her and stimulating her g-spot. "The potion makes his magic incredibly strong for a few hours. It intensifies his body's natural healing, but it also makes sex with him feel incredible," she confessed as she blushed. Emma was just about to reply when her eyes nearly crossed. He was pinching and rolling her hard clit between his fingers while he stuck his tongue directly into her asshole. It felt as if an electrical charge was running throughout her body. Her asshole clenched on his tongue while her body moved on its own. She couldn't help but grind her pussy against Lily's soft and smooth thigh.
Within an instant, Harry moved them until she and Lily were on their knees facing one another. His hands were on the backs of their heads, and his cock was right between their faces. He pushed their heads closer together until his cock was sandwiched between their lips. Emma blushed deeply as hers and Lily's lips were so close that they were practically kissing. The only thing stopping that was the massive cock between them. Slowly, Harry started moving his hips. Her body was quivering as Harry took pleasure from them by fucking their mouths. Moving his hands from their heads, the two women kept their faces in the same position while he reached down and groped their naked tits. Emma moaned as Harry pinched and pulled on her hard, crinkled nipple. His hand cupped her luscious C-cup breast and massaged it, squeezed it, and fondled it to his heart's content. Lily was also moaning as her perfect D-cups were treated in much the same way.
Suddenly, his cock was pulled from between their lips, and their heads were pushed together. Her eyes widened when Lily's lips found hers. Lily pulled her in and kissed her deeply, not bothering to try and stop it. If Harry wanted it, he was going to get it. Emma moaned as Lily sucked on her tongue. She found Lily to be a wonderful kisser, and soon, she too added her tongue into the mix. She could feel Harry's hands all over her body as he groped and squeezed their lovely assets. His hand traveled from her breast, down her toned belly, and between her legs. Emma jumped slightly when his fingers slipped between her wet lips. She could feel them curl and touch her special place just before she nearly blacked out. Breaking the kiss, she screamed as her legs clamped together. The most powerful orgasm that she had ever felt rocked her body as pussy juice poured from her contracting cunt. Harry pulled his fingers from her and rapidly moved them from side to side against her swollen clit. She hadn't even finished her orgasm before she was thrown on the bed and moved onto her back.
Out of nowhere, Lily's pussy was right next to her face as Harry moved them into the sixty-nine position. Her eyes fluttered out of control as Lily's warm tongue bathed her throbbing clit. She was just wondering if she needed to return the favor when Harry's bloated balls rested against her face while his battering ram of a cock parted Lily's plump lips and slid balls deep inside of her. Back and forth his hips moved as he fucked Lily right above her, his balls dragging up and down her face. When his balls moved over her mouth, she would try her best to suck and lick on them, which he seemed to appreciate. Her orgasm was continuing to make her body buck and spasm, but it seemed that the other two didn't care. Harry pulled his cock from his mother's dripping wet cunt, and he shoved it straight into her mouth. Emma gagged since she didn't have any skills taking a cock of that size down her throat. She did the best job that she could, licking and sucking him off. Once his cock was sparkling clean, he shoved it back down Lily's sexy pussy. The smell of sex was really getting to her, and she suddenly leaned up and began licking his cock and Lily's pussy while he thrust into her. As Lily came hard, he pulled his cock from her pussy, and Emma leaned in and lapped some of her wetness up. Harry pointed his cock and let loose. Thick, white cum spurted out violently and coated Lily's ass and pussy. Next, her open mouth took a thick load, and she was forced to drink it down as his cock was stuffed into her mouth where he continued to cum.
Things started blurring together for her. At one point, she was on her back with Lily sitting on her face and holding her legs up while her son took turns violating her pussy and asshole. She squealed and grunted as her ass clenched tightly around him, and her pussy sprayed her juices all over them. Their session continued deep into the night, even after his potion had worn off. Emma promised herself that the following week would be the best of her life.
Part 2
"Harry!" Hermione squealed and laughed as Harry tickled her leg once again. "Stop, you idiot!" she cried out, smacking his hand away. Harry just smiled cheekily and placed his hand back on the bare skin of her leg. They were lounging on the couch in the reading room of Hermione's house during Harry's week-long stay with the Grangers.
"You're supposed to be a good host and entertain me, you know?" he said, as his hand gently slid over her soft and smooth skin. As it climbed over her knee, he gave her thigh a squeeze, causing her to blush.
"Reading is entertaining. Perhaps not to a Neanderthal like you … HARRY!" she squealed, not able to finish her cheeky response before he pulled her flat on her back, causing her book to fall to the floor. Harry's fingers slid up the bottom of her shirt and danced over her slim belly and onto her ticklish ribs. Hermione was laughing loudly and squirming out of control. Eventually, Harry ended up on top of her with Hermione breathing heavily with pink cheeks.
Being flirty wasn't anything new from him. Hermione was used to it by then. She often wondered if he was only flirting for fun, or if he planned to actually make a move someday. Even so, when he leaned in and brushed his lips against the side of her neck, Hermione gasped and tilted her head to the side, giving him more room to operate. She bit her lip cutely when his soft and warm lips touched her burning skin.
"You smell really good," Harry told her, gently nipping at her tender skin. Hermione's young body erupted in goosebumps as she parted her legs slightly, letting him fall between them.
"T-Thank you," she replied as her eyes fluttered. She could feel her hard nipples brushing against the inside of her bra. Now she wished that she hadn't worn the damn thing. She wanted as little as possible between her body and his. His lips opened slightly, and he began sucking on her neck. Hermione squirmed against him, feeling an ever-growing tingle between her legs.
"Oh, Harry," she gasped as she rubbed herself against him. Gently she ground her pussy on the bulge in his trousers. She desperately wished that her shorts weren't in the way. His hand continued up her stomach until his fingertips dipped underneath the bottom of her bra cup. When his fingers brushed over the underside of her breast, Hermione gasped wildly and arched her back. Just then, they heard the door to the house open up.
"I'm back!" Emma cried out. She had gone out to pick up a few things that she had needed for dinner that night. Hermione squeaked and jumped in surprise. She pulled Harry's hand from inside of her shirt and looked at him with a blush. She cleared her throat and got up. Straightening her clothes, she walked out of the room like nothing had happened. Harry chuckled at her behavior. Sooner or later, he'd have her all to himself. He couldn't wait until he was between Hermione's spread legs, taking pleasure from her beautiful body. In the meantime, taking pleasure from her mother's body definitely wasn't something to sneeze at. He stood up and adjusted his trousers so that they wouldn't be able to see his raging erection.
As he walked into the kitchen, he saw Hermione helping her mother unload the brown paper bag containing her purchases. Seeing a bottle on the table, Harry picked it up and read the label. "Red wine?" he asked. Emma smiled at him.
"I thought that we could have a couple of glasses during dinner," she told him. Hermione happily cheered.
"I love red wine!" she said, taking the bottle from him and placing it on the dinner table. Hermione then went back to her room, probably to finish reading until dinner was ready. Harry, however, was busy staring at Emma's backside as she stretched to put away something on the top shelf of her cabinet. She was on her tip-toes and struggling to put it away when Harry walked over and placed his hands on her hips. He funneled magic into his body briefly and lifted her up. Emma squeaked in fright from suddenly being lifted. She looked down at him and huffed when she saw him smiling. She put the can away and was set back on the ground. Harry didn't remove his hands from her wide hips, and Emma didn't ask him to. Instead, his hands moved up to her sides and slid underneath her sweater. His warm hands explored her soft belly and even climbed up to squeeze her braless tits. Emma moaned and leaned back against him, grinding her ass against his crotch.
"I can't wait for tonight!" Emma gasped out as he pinched her hard nipples. Her back suddenly arched as she pressed her breasts even harder into his hands.
"I can't wait either," Harry smirked as he smelled her hair. He had been there for two days already and Emma had been relentless in bed, often keeping him up most of the night. It seemed that she was taking every advantage that she could get while he was here. She had told him that she had been going through a bit of a sexual dry spell after her divorce. Harry was more than happy to fill the gap as it were. "I love how tight you are," he told her, reaching down and cupping her pussy through her jeans. Emma shuddered and ground her jeans-covered pussy all over his palm.
"That's because you're way bigger than my former husband. He could never stretch me like you do," she complimented him as her body was wracked with mini orgasms. She suddenly turned her head and kissed him deeply. She wasted no time in sticking her tongue into his mouth while they passionately made out. Really getting into it, she reached back and threaded her fingers through his hair, and pulled him in closer. Sadly, their fun had to end for the time being. As they heard footsteps coming down the stairs, Harry broke free from her, and she quickly fixed herself up before her daughter burst into the kitchen.
"Harry? What are you doing down here? Come up to my room!" she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him along. Emma rolled her eyes and continued cooking their dinner for that night.
Hermione held his hand tightly all the way up the stairs and into her room. Once in, she shut the door and hopped onto the bed. Seeing her body language, Harry smirked as he knew what she wanted. She wanted to continue their activities from earlier. He decided to tease her a bit. He got onto her bed and laid by her side as she sat Indian-style and pretended to read. He could see her peeking at him from the corner of her eye. Harry closed his eyes and relaxed as he slid his hand up the back of her shirt. He felt her shudder as his fingers began to glide up her spine. He moved his hand around onto her side and lowered it. He could feel her ribs underneath a layer of smooth and blemish-free flesh. As his hand went back up, the side of it touched the bottom of her breast. Harry wanted to chuckle, but he refrained from doing so. It seemed that his dear Hermione had decided to remove her bra during his absence. He let his fingertips gently graze the incredibly soft skin of her breast. Her body trembled under his touch, and he felt her scoot over just a tad. Harry let his hand fall from inside of her shirt and it landed on her smooth leg. Like before, he allowed it to explore the smoothness of her skin. When he began tickling the back of her knee, Hermione had finally had enough.
The sexy bookworm tossed her book aside and threw a leg over his lap. As she straddled him, she leaned down and kissed him deeply while her hips slowly started rolling back and forth. Harry moaned into her mouth before he broke the kiss.
"Jeez, Hermione! What's gotten into you?" he said, teasing her. Her cheeks lit up, but she never stopped moving against him. Instead of answering him, she just closed her eyes and kissed him again. Her tongue slid into his mouth, and he felt her moan deeply when Harry's hand went back up her shirt and cupped her dangling breast. Harry could feel the weight of her warm breast in his palm as he gently squeezed and massaged it. Her nipple was incredibly hard as he rubbed circles on it with the pad of his thumb. Hermione, meanwhile, was busy dry humping him like there was no tomorrow. She had just thrown her head back and squealed quietly through an orgasm when her mother called them down for dinner. Harry huffed as Hermione jumped off of him nervously and scampered away, leaving him with a major case of blue balls. He trudged downstairs to meet the two girls.
Dinner was wonderful. They ate while chit-chatting about this and that. During dinner, he could feel Emma's foot rubbing the crotch of his jeans as she spooned food into her mouth while trying not to smirk at his pink cheeks. When dinner was over, he felt as if he were about to blow. Emma had paperwork for her dental practice to attend to, so Hermione dragged him back to her room. Instead of "fun time" however, she preferred to watch one of her favorite movies on her television. Pushing him down on the bed, she curled up next to him and rubbed his chest and belly while watching it. It appeared that the orgasm that she had earlier really mellowed her out. Harry wished that he could claim that he felt the same way, but sadly he was hung out to dry by the devilish girl. When the time came, he felt no sympathy when Emma put a mild sleeping potion in her tea. As they both drank it, Harry remained wide awake while Hermione grew tired. After he put Hermione to bed properly, he went to Emma's room where she waited patiently.
As he walked into her room, he saw her standing there completely nude. His cock had been hard since before dinner, so he had trouble keeping himself from immediately jumping her. "Time for your treatment," she told him, smiling as she held up the salve. Harry nodded and removed his clothes. As she started rubbing the salve all over his damaged area, she decided to tease him. Her big, lovely breasts were rubbing against his skin as she massaged the salve into his chest. Emma peeked her head around him and saw his cock sticking straight out, ready to plunge deep into her.
"It looks like you're quite eager," she giggled as she finished rubbing the salve into his chest. Her hand then slid down and wrapped around his cock. With her other hand, she handed him his potion and continued to jack him off while he quickly drank it down. This time, the effects were almost immediate. Harry slowly turned around with a wild look in his eyes. Emma squeaked and backed off for a second while Harry stalked forward. Both girls had been teasing him for too long, and now poor Emma was paying the price.
"HARRY!" she screamed out in ecstasy as her toes curled painfully and her pussy clenched tightly. She was pressed against the wall of her room being viciously fucked like a jackhammer drilling through an asphalt road. She buried her face in his shoulder as his massive cock repeatedly plowed directly into her g-spot. Pussy juice was leaking out of her sloppy cunt in a non-stop stream, wetting the patch of carpet right underneath her.
An hour later, she was on her bed begging him for mercy as he brutalized her asshole. With every thrust, her pussy would eject a spray of girl cum onto her bed, making her room smell of pussy. Harry would spend hours violating every inch of her sexy body. By morning time, she was walking like she had just run a marathon the day before, and she certainly wasn't going to complain.
Part 3
Hermione blew water from her soft, pink lips as she dipped her head underneath the shower spray. The warm water felt wonderful against her bare skin. Her mother often complained about her using up all of the hot water, but she couldn't help it. That was probably why she always strived to be the first to take a shower. Thankfully, her mother had left early that morning to run the daily errands. By the time Hermione hopped into the shower, the water heater had had plenty of time to refill.
Her body shivered as she accidentally left the spray of water. The chilly morning air caused goosebumps to erupt over her smooth skin. Immediately, she jumped back into the water and closed her eyes, relishing the sensation of the hot water dripping down the middle of her back. She was so out of it that she didn't hear the door open. She didn't hear someone undress, and she definitely didn't hear someone step into the shower behind her. She did, however, feel when masculine hands slipped around her belly and pulled her close. Her loud squeak of fright echoed even louder in the small, tiled shower.
"Shit, Hermione," Harry hissed. "You're going to blow out my eardrums!" he complained, rubbing his sore ears.
"You scared me!" Hermione scowled at him and turned around. It was then that she remembered that she was in the shower … with a boy … and both of them were completely naked.
"Harry!" she squealed in embarrassment, trying her best to cover herself up. Sadly for her, there were too many things to cover and not enough hands. Even when she turned her back to hide her body, Harry took the time to look down and check out her perky ass as water dripped down her smooth and graceful back. "I'm naked!" she cried out. Harry rolled his eyes.
"As people tend to be while in the shower," he told her as he got closer and let some of the spray hit his body. Hermione couldn't help but look down. She gulped when she spotted his magnificent cock, half-erect and continuing to grow. She was speechless as it inflated to full size. She looked away in complete embarrassment, her cheeks burning red.
"B-But why are you in here?" she asked as she still tried to cover up.
"To take a shower, of course," Harry stated the obvious.
"But I'm in here!" she declared, also stating the obvious.
"I know," he told her, enjoying the warm water.
"Harry!" she huffed. Harry chuckled.
"Your mother said that you always use up the water. So I figured that I would get some of that hot water while it was still available," he told her. "Now turn around and let me wash your back."
Hermione yelped when he turned her around and began to soap up her naked back. She wanted to yell at him, but the sensation of his hands massaging the soap into her wet skin was too good to pass up. While she was still embarrassed, she slowly gained confidence in the situation. She gained enough that when his soapy hands slipped around her belly and moved up to her breasts, she moaned deeply. Her legs nearly gave out as he lathered up her bare tits.
Harry smirked into the back of her head as he felt her body tremble and jerk around in pleasure as he pinched and tugged at her hard, crinkled nipples. "Sounds like you're enjoying yourself," he teased her when her moans became more prevalent. One of his hands moved down over her smooth belly. She mewled when he used his finger to toy with her belly button.
"It feels nice," she shuddered and began slowly grinding her naked ass on his raging erection.
"Arms up," he commanded. Instantly, her arms were over her head. Harry gathered more soap onto his hands and slid them up and down her arms, slathering them in suds. His fingertips brushed over her smooth underarms which made her tingle and throb between her legs. Hermione crossed her legs at the ankles and subtly tried to rub her thighs together to help relieve the intense need that had arisen. Harry's hands moved down over her perky tits, down her smooth and slim belly, and over her hips. Her body spasmed when his palms caressed her soapy thighs. As his fingers brushed over her bald mound, Hermione squeaked and started squirming uncontrollably.
"It looks as if you need a bit of relief," he stated wisely. "Would you like some help with that?" he asked quietly, placing a soft kiss on her bare shoulder. Hermione gasped as his lips touched her skin.
"Yes, please!" she cried out, wanting anything that he was willing to give.
"Open your legs a bit," he told her. Hermione complied immediately. She obviously thought that he was going to use his hand. It's what any reasonable girl would think. However, Hermione wasn't ready for his massive, veiny rod to burst through the crevice in her slightly opened legs. Looking down, she squeaked and jumped as he forced her thighs shut around him.
'He's so freaking huge that it looks like I have my own penis!' she thought to herself as she watched him grab ahold of her flared hips. Indeed, she was correct. At least four or five inches of hard, throbbing cock was erupting from her body just below her delicate mound. She couldn't see it, but her taut lips were hotdogging his fat cock, so that when he finally pulled back and thrust forward, her clit was being constantly rubbed by his soapy shaft.
"H-Holy shit!" Hermione cried out, using a rare curse word. Harry laughed happily at that. Hermione's eyes twitched as she leaned forward a bit, placing her hands against the shower wall. She clenched her legs even tighter, wanting to increase the incredible pleasure that she was already feeling. Harry pulled back and thrust forward again. Her clit rubbed against the length of his mighty rod, sending pulses of pleasure up and down her spine. Her fingers pawed at the tiled wall, trying desperately to grab anything that she could squeeze. Harry didn't care that she was feeling too much pleasure. He didn't care about what she needed. He only cared about using her taut, teenage body for his own pleasure. Hermione was just along for the ride. Within moments, Harry was furiously fucking her wet and soapy thighs, and her poor, abused clit was taking the brunt of his onslaught. Hermione bent over even more and rested her forehead against the cool wall. Her whorish cries of pleasure reverberated loudly around the bathroom and echoed in her own head. She had never made those sounds before, not even when Lily introduced her to magically enchanted dildos. Hermione had been too shy to use them to their full effect but now look at her. 'I feel like such a slut!' she thought as she wished Harry's cock would accidentally slip upward and claim her unused pussy. At the moment, he was furiously spearing between her plump folds, which was more than good enough to make her toes curl.
"H-Harry! Something's happening!" she choked out through her uncontrollable shuddering. Her knees began to shake, and she was afraid that she might collapse. It felt as if she needed to pee. Hermione let out a crooning wail of pleasure as pussy juice sloshed out of her contracting cunt and splashed all over his thrusting cock. Her body bucked as she felt another spray leave her incredibly sensitive pussy. Harry's hips never stopped moving until finally, Hermione couldn't take any more. She collapsed onto the floor of the shower, sitting there on her butt and breathing heavily. When she saw Harry's cock coming toward her, all she could do was open her mouth and take him in.
Hermione hummed as she did her best to suck him to completion. Luckily for her, he was already close. He pulled out and began stroking his cock. "Open up!"
Hermione opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out just in time for a thick rope of sticky, white cum to squirt right into her mouth. As it hit the back of her throat, she tried not to choke, but it was no use. She began coughing as she swallowed his glob of spunk, all the while, Harry continued to spurt cum all over her face and hair. Once she was done coughing, Harry softly grabbed her by the chin and tilted her head up. Another rope of cum hit her in the face. Hermione sat there with cum running down her cheeks and lips as Harry repeatedly tapped the head of his cock on her face to knock out the last drops of cum.
"Whew!" Harry huffed in glee. "That was brilliant!" he happily told her. Hermione's body was still spasming occasionally, but eventually, Harry pulled her to her feet and helped wash her up. When they were both clean, they dried off, got dressed, and went back to her room to wait for Emma to come back.
Hermione was trying her best to put what had just happened out of her mind for the time being. She didn't want to get horny again, because she might not be able to control her hormones the next time they flared up. She laid face down on her bed while trying to read a book, but unfortunately for her, Harry was killing time by caressing the backs of her silky, smooth thighs. The sensation made her body tingle in all the right places. Harry had made her put on a cute, little summer dress. She didn't have the heart to deny his request when he told her that she looked really sexy in it. Hermione wanted to look sexy for him after all. However, Harry being the pervert that he was, demanded that she not wear any panties underneath it. Now she was laying on her belly while Harry's hand slowly scooted the hem of her already short dress higher up the backs of her thighs until the bottoms of her perky cheeks were exposed. She bit her bottom lip cutely while trying to ignore what was going on. A shuddering breath left her lovely lips as his hand began to massage her cheeks. Harder and harder he kneaded her cheeks. Not wanting to admit that it felt good, she closed her eyes and tried to think about something less pleasurable. However, when his fingers slid between her cheeks and touched her asshole, she couldn't hold her tongue any longer.
"Harry!" she cried out scandalized. "Don't touch that!" By that point, she was beyond embarrassed.
"But what if you like it?" he teased her, adding more pressure to his finger. She squeaked when the tip of his finger forced her hole open. His finger pushed forward until he was buried up to his first knuckle. Hermione buried her burning red face into her blanket and bit down. Harry did notice that she opened her legs slightly. He smiled wickedly. "That's a good girl," he praised her and felt her shiver under his touch when he lovingly rubbed the small of her back with his free hand.
His finger slid in deeper and deeper until it was fully in. He teased her by wiggling it, causing her to squeak. He slowly pulled it back until only the tip of his finger was in. He gently pushed it back in. He continued doing this, increasing his tempo slowly with every thrust. Soon after, Hermione was moaning like a whore as he finger-fucked her asshole for the first time. "Play with your clit," Harry told her. Hermione's hand instantly slid underneath her. Within seconds, she was rapidly stroking her hard clit with her fingers while Harry worked her ass. It didn't take long before she came again. As she was cumming, they heard the front door open. Hermione squealed in panic, even as she came. Harry pulled his finger from her ass.
Hermione yelped as she was turned onto her back. Harry forced her legs open, exposing her very damp pussy. "Harry! What are you …?" she got out before Harry shushed her.
"I'm cleaning you up. Do you want your mum to smell how wet your pussy is?" he smirked as he caressed her skin. Hermione blushed madly and didn't say anything as Harry lowered his head and began to give her cumming pussy a tongue bath.