Chapter 7
Apolline's breathing was still heavy as she purred and arched her back, pushing her chest out. With her hands cradling the cum-splattered underside of her tits, she glanced down in open amusement at the mess Harry had left on her. Her nipples were hard and puffy, and they jutted out against the streaks of white cum on her otherwise smooth skin. Harry swallowed, mesmerized by the sight. Apolline caught his gaze and shot him a knowing smile.
She cupped her breasts together, squeezing a glistening string of cum so that it slowly dripped from the deep valley of her cleavage. She looked up at him, unashamed. Then, with an elegant movement, she peeled the dress the rest of the way off and let it slide down her body. It puddled around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but a thin pink thong, which was already damp at the crotch. Her body was stunning. Her curves and ivory skin had his cock back to full hardness. Her thighs were shapely and smoother than anything he had ever seen, and her ass was even wider and more decadent than Fleur's. That was a feat that Harry didn't think was possible.
Apolline turned her back to Harry and slowly stepped across the bedroom floor. From behind, Harry could see her bare breasts swinging gently as she walked, and the deep curve of her back led to the round perfection of her hips and ass. Her thong was incredibly tiny, and the string vanished between her pillowy ass cheeks as she moved. As she crossed the room, Apolline trailed one hand down her side and onto her hip, glancing over her shoulder to see whether Harry was following. Of course, he was. She stopped at the bathroom door, hooked her thumb into the thin string, and tugged her thong halfway down her legs. She then looked back and winked.
She peeled off the thong and let it dangle from her toes for a moment before flicking it away. Harry's cock twitched as Apolline reached for the bathroom door and beckoned him with a crook of her finger. "You may join me, if you want," she teased. "I'll let you scrub my back." She disappeared into the white tiled en suite bathroom.
Harry kicked off his jeans and yanked his shirt over his head, nearly tripping as he hurried after her. He heard the shower turn on and the shower door open. He stepped into the bathroom to find Apolline standing under the showerhead, letting the warm water cascade down her sexy body and rinse the cum from her chest. Her hair was already pinned up, exposing her delicate neck. The water beaded on her skin, highlighting every dip and curve.
Harry stood in the doorway for a moment, just looking at her. Apolline glanced over and laughed low in her throat. "Don't be shy now," she said, crooking a finger again. He grinned stupidly and stepped inside, and the steam enveloped him. The shower was hot and smelled faintly of lavender.
Apolline reached for a bar of soap and lathered it between her palms. She then held it out to Harry with a cheeky smile. "You said you would 'elp me, so do it," she commanded, tossing the soap to him. As Harry caught it, she turned away and presented her back to him. Her arms outstretched to brace herself against the wall.
Harry pressed the bar into his hands until it foamed, then set about gently washing her shoulders and upper back. Her skin was impossibly soft, and she let out a low, appreciative moan as he worked his way downward, following the curve of her spine. Apolline's back arched as he moved to her lower back, and she pressed her ass into his hips, grinding playfully. Harry soaped her hips, then her thighs. He then finally slid his hands up to cup her breasts from behind.
Apolline giggled. "You are very eager," she said, rolling her head back onto his shoulder. Harry chuckled and soaped her tits thoroughly, squeezing and bouncing them in his palms. He marveled at the weight and warmth of them. He loved how Apolline's nipples stiffened as he pinched and rolled them between his fingers. She reached back and stroked his cock, which was already standing at attention.
She turned to face him, and her eyes were dark and hooded. She pressed her slippery, soapy body up against his. She hugged him fiercely, planting hot little kisses along his jaw, and then reached down and grasped his cock more firmly. She stroked it with both hands, twisting her wrists so the foam built up and ran down the length. "You 'ave been fantasizing about me, 'aven't you, 'Arry?" she whispered in his ear as she sank to her knees.
Harry could barely speak. She pressed his cock between her soapy tits and bounced them together, trapping his shaft in a pillowy, slick vise. She moved her chest up and down, giving him a makeshift titfuck that immediately threatened to drive him crazy. Harry moaned and put his hands on her shoulders for balance.
"Don't cum yet," Apolline cautioned. "I want to feel you inside first."
She stood up, turned around, and bent over at the waist so that her ass was right at cock level. She braced herself against the cold marble of the shower wall and looked back at him with a challenge in her eyes. "Now you can wash my 'air," she teased, as if nothing in the world were more natural.
Harry stepped in, and his cock slipped between Apolline's thighs to nudge against her slippery, soapy pussy. He grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squirted some into his palm before massaging it into her scalp. Apolline purred at the attention, relishing the firm but gentle way his fingers worked through her hair.
She reached between her legs and guided his cock to her entrance before slowly pushing herself back onto him. Her pussy was hot and tight and so slick from the soap and her own arousal that he slid in easily, bottoming out almost immediately. Apolline gasped as her pussy was stretched to its limit, and Harry groaned from the sensation of her slick walls hugging him. He held her hips and started to thrust. Harry fucked her gently at first, but his thrusts got harder and faster as Apolline pushed back to match his rhythm.
Water poured over them, and Apolline moaned louder with every stroke of her pussy. She reached back and clawed at his hip, demanding more. Harry deepened his thrusts and tightly gripped her waist as he drove into her. The slap of wet skin echoed off the tile.
He reached around to grab her tits again, squeezing them together as he fucked her from behind. Apolline's head pressed into her forearm, and she bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut in bliss. She was panting, and Harry knew she was close. He angled his hips so his cock rubbed right against her g-spot, and Apolline nearly shrieked with pleasure.
She looked back at him and hissed, "Cum in me, 'Arry, I want to feel it." He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. He slammed into her repeatedly as his balls tightened. Harry moaned loudly as Apolline's silky walls fluttered around his cock. Unable to hold on any longer, he emptied himself deep inside her. Apolline whimpered as she felt it. She braced her legs and pushed back hard, milking him for every drop.
The hot water rained over their bodies as Harry pulled back, and his slick cock slipped from her still-cumming pussy. Apolline finally straightened up, turned, and kissed Harry deeply. She stroked his chest with a soft, contented smile. Harry continued to clean her breasts, belly, and thighs while she washed out any trace of him from inside her body.
When they finally shut off the shower, Apolline toweled off and slipped her arms around Harry's waist, not caring that her breasts were still bare. She pressed herself to him, and he could see the playful hunger still in her eyes. "Take me to bed," she ordered.
Harry scooped her up into his arms, and Apolline squealed and playfully kicked her bare feet as Harry carried her back into the bedroom.
Harry tossed her onto the bed, and Apolline squeaked as her body bounced. She laughed, rolled back, and stretched her arms lazily over her head, letting her breasts flop out to the sides. Her legs fell open, and her bald pussy glistened in the morning light. The folds were plump, delicate, and pink, with a subtle cleft that seemed to invite Harry's gaze. Harry reached out and ran a finger up the length of her slit. The lips parted under his touch, revealing the gleam of her tiny, glistening pink folds and a bead of wetness at the top.
Apolline's lips curled in amusement. She watched him with a soft smirk. "You cannot take your eyes off me," she purred, her accent thick and throaty. Harry absentmindedly nodded while lowering his mouth to her mound and flicking his tongue over her clit. The taste was clean and faintly soapy, with an undertone of sweetness that made him hungry for more. He traced the outline of her lips with his tongue while sliding two fingers inside her. She arched her back and made a low, whorish moan, grabbing his hair for leverage.
He teased her for a while, stroking and licking until she was trembling. He pulled away and flipped her over onto her stomach. Harry spread her legs and planted a hand at the small of her back to keep her down. Apolline's ass was perfectly heart-shaped, and the thick cheeks were round and as pale as cream. Harry squeezed her ass with both hands, kneading the flesh and making Apolline squeal. He pressed his thumb into the crease, watching the way her cheeks spread. The little crinkle of her asshole puckered in the open air.
She looked back at him, her hair falling over one eye, and she grinned. "That is what you want, no?" She reached behind her and parted her cheeks wider, proudly showing off her pussy and asshole. The pussy lips were fat, pink, and still glistening, and the asshole was a small, perfect circle of crinkled flesh. It was tighter than he ever dreamed it could be. Apolline rubbed a finger around her rim and teased herself. She then pressed her thumb right to the center and wiggled it for effect.
"You can take me 'ere, if you want," she cooed, glancing down at his hard cock. "I know 'ow much men like that."
Harry felt his cock twitch. He knelt behind her and was about to spit on her asshole, but Apolline stopped him with a laugh. "Wait. There is lube in the drawer." She pointed to the nightstand. Harry fumbled it open and found a little bottle of clear gel, which he snapped open and squeezed onto his fingers. The lube was cold, but it warmed quickly as he smeared it over his shaft. Harry then squeezed a healthy dollop right onto her puckered hole.
Apolline reached back and rubbed some of it around her asshole. She then dipped the tip of one finger into herself, making herself moan. She pushed her hips up, presenting herself, and looked back at him expectantly.
Harry pressed a lube-slickened finger to her hole and began to work it in slowly at first. He twisted his finger deeper as Apolline relaxed under his touch. Her ass clenched instinctively, and the tightness made Harry's cock throb. He worked another finger in, spreading her gently, until her asshole loosened enough that the rim was stretched wide and shiny. Apolline's breathing grew ragged.
"That's it. More," she demanded.
Harry lined up his cock and pressed the head to her hole. He pushed, and it took a bit of effort, but the fat head eventually slipped inside. Apolline tensed and then exhaled as her body adjusted to the intrusion. Harry leaned forward and gently stroked her back as he slid his cock deeper. She shook beneath him and whimpered as her hole continued to stretch around him.
"That feels good, 'Arry," she said through a shudder. "Go slow at first."
Harry did as he was told. He pulled out and then pushed in again, each time burying himself deeper. Apolline's ass gripped him like a vice, and the sensation was so intense that he had to grit his teeth to keep from cumming right then. "It's so tight," Harry moaned as her ass squeezed his invading shaft. She groaned louder, and Harry lovingly caressed her lower back. Harry worked his hips in a slow, steady rhythm, letting Apolline get used to the fullness. It turned him on even more, hearing her squeak every time he thrust.
After a minute, Apolline started to push back, matching his thrusts. Her hands fisted the sheets, and her face was red with effort. " 'Arder," she said, looking up at him from under her lashes. "I can take it."
He complied, grabbed her wide, fleshy hips, and slammed into her ass with increasing force. The slap of their skin was loud, and the pressure made Apolline's pussy drool onto the bedsheets. Harry drove into her faster and harder, and Apolline howled in pleasure.
He reached around and rubbed her hard and swollen clit to keep her balanced on the edge of pleasure and pain. The dual sensations overwhelmed her, and her body shuddered. She hissed in French, cursing and begging for more.
"Switch," she gasped suddenly, twisting under him and flipping onto her back. She grabbed his cock and guided it to her pussy, and the tip glided in with almost no resistance. Harry fucked her hard, plunging in and out, the heat and friction of her pussy was almost as good as her ass. Apolline tossed her head back and screamed as Harry alternated between her holes, sometimes plunging back into her ass and then shoving into her pussy until she was just a mess of slick, hot flesh.
Harry put a hand behind Apolline's neck and kissed her hard as he drove into her. Her eyes rolled back, and her thighs clamped around his hips as she pulled him in tight. The bed shook with the power of his thrusts.
Apolline's cunt began to flutter and squeeze as she neared orgasm. Harry could feel it coming. Her body began quivering, and her breath came out in cute little gasps. He reached down, rubbed her clit in hard circles, and pounded her with everything he had.
She bucked wildly, grabbed his shoulders, and let out a squeal as the orgasm hit. Her pussy clenched so hard that Harry almost lost control. He kept thrusting, and suddenly Apolline's whole body spasmed, and a jet of hot liquid gushed out, splattering Harry's cock and stomach and dripping onto the sheets below.
Feeling his orgasm nearing, Harry pulled out of her cumming pussy and thrust his cock straight into her waiting asshole. Her hole squeezed him tightly as he began to thrust. It was too much to handle. After a few pumps, Harry groaned and flooded her ass with his sticky cream. Apolline whimpered as her back door was filled. He thrust all the way in and leaned down, kissing her passionately while her tight hole puckered around his shaft.
Breaking the Girl
A few hours later, the house filled with the sound of footsteps and laughter as Fleur and Gabrielle returned from their morning out. Fleur's melodic voice called out from the entryway. "We're back!"
Harry looked up from his book, stretched, and strolled to the landing to greet them. Fleur swept in with her arms full of shopping bags. Her face glowed with a faint flush from the sun. Gabrielle trailed behind, but her eyes were bright and fixed on Harry. She shifted her weight from foot to foot as if itching to bolt up and throw herself at him.
"Welcome home, loves," Harry said. He strode down the steps, leaned in, and kissed Fleur sweetly on the mouth, but Fleur deepened it. Her lips were warm and needy. Fleur's hand caressed his cheek, then dropped away as she caught Gabrielle's hopeful stare.
Gabrielle bit her lip and inched closer. Harry opened his arms for her, and she darted in, burying her face into his neck. She breathed him in and found that he had recently showered. He squeezed her tight, and Gabrielle squeaked in delight. Harry slid his hands down her back, cupped her ass, and lifted her easily off the ground. Gabrielle's legs instantly locked around his waist, and she clung to him.
Fleur watched them with a look of fondness and exasperation. "You spoil 'er, 'Arry," Fleur said, crossing her arms as she set the bags down. She tried to sound severe, but her lips were pulled into a small smile. "She will expect to be carried everywhere now."
Harry grinned, and Gabrielle's thighs flexed around his torso. "Don't be jealous, Fleur. You'll get your fair share."
"Hmmmph! I better," Fleur said with a cheeky smile.
Gabrielle beamed and stuck her tongue out at her. Harry leaned in and caught her tongue between his lips. He sucked on it, and Gabrielle moaned into his mouth. Fleur made a sound of mock disgust and muttered something in French.
"Shall I put you down now?" Harry asked.
Gabrielle shook her head emphatically. "No." She hugged him tighter and rested her head on his shoulder. Fleur rolled her eyes and bent to grab the bags, but she stole glances at Harry and her Gabby whenever she thought they weren't looking. Her cheeks were pinker than before.
Harry carried Gabrielle to the sofa and sat down with her straddling his lap. Fleur entered the living room with a shopping bag in each hand, but set them aside and perched elegantly on the armrest. Gabrielle was giggling mischievously and wriggling against Harry's lap every time Fleur looked away.
"What did you get up to?" Fleur asked. She stroked Harry's hair with idle affection, but her attention was clearly on Gabby.
"I spent some quality time with Apolline," he honestly told her. Fleur smirked.
"Did she thank you properly?" Fleur asked, gently scratching his scalp with her perfectly manicured nails. Harry took her hand and kissed it, making Fleur giggle.
"Very properly," he told her with a knowing smile. Fleur chuckled and tousled his hair.
Gabrielle snuggled harder into him. "I missed you," she said. "Did you miss me, 'Arry?"
Harry played along, pretending to think about it. "A little. Could have used a cuddle, now that you mention it." He squeezed her hips and nuzzled her neck. Gabrielle shivered and giggled. Her skirt had ridden up, and Harry could see the pale, smooth skin of her thigh. The crotch of her pale blue panties clung tightly to the shape of her pussy.
Fleur watched them with a half-smile tugging at her lips. She set a hand on Harry's shoulder, and her fingernails grazed his neck. "If you are done with your games, maybe you will take us upstairs, yes?" Her voice was brisk, and she was breathing faster.
Gabrielle pouted teasingly. "Are you jealous?" she asked, rubbing her cute nose against Harry's neck. Fleur snorted and poked her in the ribs, making her jump and squeal.
"Why would I be jealous? 'e was mine first, you know," Fleur replied with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
Gabrielle laughed and hugged Harry tighter. "Maybe 'e likes me better now," she teased. She wiggled in Harry's lap, and a small gasp escaped her lips when her pussy ground on his hard bulge.
Harry chuckled and squeezed her upper thigh. He shifted Gabrielle in his lap, pulled Fleur down, and kissed her deeply. She responded with a soft moan, and she bit his bottom lip when he pulled away.
"Enough teasing," Fleur said, her voice suddenly low and full of desire. "You will take us to bed now."
Harry smirked at her and stood with Gabrielle still clamped around his waist, her arms and legs hanging on for dear life. Fleur stalked alongside them as he carried Gabrielle up the stairs. The girls exchanged a look and burst into giggles.
Chapter 8
The manor was silent after Fleur and Gabrielle had left for their morning out. Harry spent a few minutes wandering the upstairs hall in nothing but an old T-shirt and pajama bottoms, unsure what to do with himself. He poured a cup of coffee and wandered into the study, but couldn't focus on anything in the newspaper. The kitchen was quiet and bright, and Apolline was there at the center of it, arranging a bouquet of flowers in a wide glass vase.
She wore a pale green robe that made her skin look even whiter, and her bare legs glistened where the hem swished against her thighs. Her hair was up in a messy twist, and she hummed to herself as she trimmed the stems. Harry tried to slip past her to get more coffee, but at that moment, Apolline dropped her towel. She bent to pick it up, but as she did, she gave a sharp little cry and reached for the small of her back.
Harry froze and turned toward her. "Are you alright?" he asked, setting his mug down with a clatter.
Apolline straightened up slowly, biting her lip. "Merde," she muttered. "It is nothing." She reached for the edge of the counter to steadied herself.
Harry stepped closer. "Did you hurt yourself?"
She nodded, looking almost embarrassed. "Only a little. My back, it is very tight today." She arched her spine, which only made her ass stick out more. Harry was instantly distracted by the sight of her hips shifting beneath the thin robe and the gentle bounce of her breasts as she shifted her posture. The sash dug into her waist, accentuating the flare of her hips. She noticed his wandering eyes and gave a sly little smile.
"Would you like me to look at it?" he asked. He tried to sound professional, but his voice was thick and lustful.
Apolline's smile widened, and she cocked her head in mock seriousness. "Are you a 'ealer, now, 'Arry?" she teased.
He grinned. "No, but I'm not bad with my hands. Fleur and Gabrielle both say so." The words came out with more confidence than he intended, and it only made Apolline's eyes sparkle more.
She placed both hands on the counter and gingerly arched her back again, giving him a perfect view of the deep curve above her hips. "You can try. If you are gentle," she said. "It 'urts 'ere." She pointed to a spot just above the hem of her robe, at the base of her spine.
Harry stepped behind her. He let his fingers rest lightly on the spot she indicated, then gently rubbed in a slow, circular motion. Her skin was soft and warm. He pressed a little harder, using the heel of his palm, and Apolline let out a relieved sigh.
"That is better," she said softly. She looked over her shoulder at him, her blue eyes half-lidded.
"Your muscles are really tight," Harry said, working his thumbs along the curve of her waist.
Apolline closed her eyes and melted under his touch. "You are very good at that," she said, and her accent thickened. "Much better than my 'usband ever was."
Harry's cheek heated up slightly, but he kept at it. He trailed his hands up along her sides, kneading the tension away. He could feel the heat radiating off her body. Every movement of his hands made her hips wiggle closer to him, and every wiggle made his cock twitch beneath his pajama pants.
"You should let me give you a proper massage," Harry said, not sure what possessed him to say it, but the words came easily.
Apolline looked at him, and her lips curled into a hungry smile. "A real one, on the bed?" she asked, sounding hopeful.
Harry nodded. "If you want."
"I want," she replied immediately. "Come, 'Arry." She let her hand slide into his, and her fingers were warm and strong as they led him up the stairs toward her bedroom.
Breaking the Girl
Apolline's bedroom was drenched in honey-colored sunlight, and the soft, lace curtains framed the wide bed like a stage. The sheets were white with a faint floral pattern, and the pillows were all fluffed to perfection. A faint scent of perfume and clean linen hung in the air. Apolline stepped inside first, dropping Harry's hand so she could move to the center of the room. She turned to face him, the sash of her robe clutched in her delicate fingers.
"Are you sure you are up for this, 'Arry?" she teased, drawing out the syllables with a sultry tilt of her head. Her eyes drifted down to his crotch, and she could see that he was definitely "up" for this.
Harry nodded, watching her undo the knot at her waist. The silk slipped open and fell from her shoulders. Underneath, Apolline wore nothing at all. Her body was a masterpiece, every bit as beautiful as his other girls but with a deeper, more decadent fullness. Her waist was trim and tight, but her hips flared extravagantly, and her ass jutted out with a proud, almost indecent roundness. Her breasts were large and incredibly soft-looking, with pale pink areolas as wide as galleons and nipples that were already stiff and crinkled with arousal. Her belly was smooth and flat, and her skin was the same flawless ivory as Fleur's, but even more luminous somehow. Apolline's mound was puffy and perfectly bare, and her thighs were thick and creamy, inviting Harry to stare, which, of course, he did.
She saw his awe and gave a little laugh, then climbed onto the bed and lay face down, her arms folded under the pillow and her hair fanned out. She wiggled her ass, causing the cheeks to bounce around. "Come on, then," she said, looking back at him. "I am ready for you."
Harry peeled off his shirt and shucked his pajama pants. His cock sprang free, already fully hard. He crawled onto the bed, careful not to crush her, and straddled the back of her thighs. His shaft nestled between her wide cheeks, and the heat of her body almost made him lose his mind.
He began at her lower back, just above the cleft of her ass, and kneaded the muscles with his thumbs. Apolline purred in appreciation. "Right there," she said. "Just like that." Harry's hands were strong, and he pressed deeper, coaxing every knot of tension loose as he moved up her spine. He rubbed the knots at the base of her ribs, and Apolline arched her back, grinding her hips into the bed. The movement squeezed Harry's cock between her ass cheeks, and she made a soft, whimpering noise when she felt it.
"You are very 'ard," she whispered, not looking back. "Does it excite you to touch me, 'Arry?"
"Yes," he said, and the honesty made Apolline smile even wider.
Harry leaned forward and worked her shoulders. He felt the muscles in her arms twitch, the warmth of her body, and the faint trembling that ran down her back as he massaged her. Her tits were flattened beneath her chest, but the sides bulged out, soft and tempting. He reached her neck and rubbed gently, and Apolline rolled her head from side to side and moaned.
When he finished with her upper body, Harry slid down the bed. He knelt at her feet and reached for her calves, working the knots out with slow, sensual pressure. He squeezed her thick, pillowy thighs, and every time he pressed her flesh, her pussy glistened a little more. He saw the shine on her folds, and he could smell her arousal in the air. Apolline spread her knees slightly, opening her lips just enough to show off the delicate pink flesh within.
Harry massaged her calves, then her feet. When he started kneading her soles, Apolline made a noise so desperate it almost didn't sound human. She twisted in place, her entire body rippling with pleasure. "Turn me over," she breathlessly demanded.
Harry helped her flip onto her back, and Apolline let her legs fall open. Her pussy was a perfect, hairless cleft. The lips were pert and pale, and they were pressed tightly together, glistening wet at the center. The flesh was so light pink it was almost translucent, and her clit peeked out, already hard and begging for attention.
Apolline smiled up at him, her eyes bright with lust. "You see?" she said, running her fingers down her belly and cupping her mound. She spread her lips with two fingers, and a gleam of wetness glimmered between them. "You make me feel so good. I want more."
Harry watched, entranced by her body, as Apolline gently massaged her own pussy, showing off for him, then let go and waited for him to move closer. She reached up, grabbed his hand, and pressed it to her thigh, pulling him toward her heat. "Make me feel even better," she whispered. "I need you, 'Arry."
Harry crawled up between Apolline's parted thighs, the muscles of his arms shaking slightly with excitement. She looked up at him through heavy lashes, her lips parted in a hungry smile. Her hands reached for his cock before he even had a chance to guide it himself.
She gripped the shaft with both hands, marveling at the length and thickness, then angled it downward until the swollen head nudged against her spread lips. She was sopping wet, and her pussy felt scorching hot. Apolline moved her hips to get a better angle, then slowly dragged the head up and down her slit, smearing herself along his length until it glistened with her juice.
Harry groaned, barely able to hold back. "You are so wet," he whispered.
"I 'ave wanted this since the last time we were in bed," she whispered, and the honesty in her voice made him shiver.
She angled the head to her entrance and pushed just a little, letting it pop in the first inch. She gasped, her breath caught, and her legs trembled. "Fuck me slowly, 'Arry," she said, and pulled him forward by the hips.
He let her control the pace at first. Apolline rolled her hips forward and let Harry slide inside, the heat of her body making him feel dizzy. She was tight, and the pressure on his cock was almost overwhelming. Her pussy fluttered around him, milking him before he even began to thrust. Apolline's hands gripped his back, and her nails raked gently down his skin.
Harry leaned down and kissed her deeply, and Apolline moaned into his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. Their bodies pressed so tight together that he could feel every shudder and gasp. She sucked his tongue and bit his lower lip, then giggled softly, her eyes bright with joy.
He started moving slowly, just as she requested. He pushed in and out with a steady rhythm. Apolline's heels dug into his lower back, urging him deeper, and her pussy clamped around his shaft with every stroke. She clung to him, whispering his name, and her voice was thick with lust and gratitude.
"Like that, 'Arry … just like that," she said, her words slurring with pleasure. "You are perfect … You feel so good."
He grunted and picked up the pace, but he never lost the gentleness. He kissed her and then trailed kisses down her neck and to her collarbone, tasting her sweet skin. Her breasts flattened against his chest, the nipples hard and hot against his skin.
Apolline gasped and arched her back as his cock found the perfect angle. He saw her eyes roll back, and her mouth dropped open. "There," she said, and he kept hitting that spot over and over, feeling her pussy flutter with every thrust.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she squeezed with her powerful thighs, locking him in place and forcing every inch of his cock deep inside her. She moved with him, meeting every thrust with her own, and her body was trembling now, so close to the edge.
Harry felt his balls tighten, and all he focused on was Apolline's gorgeous face. It was flushed and radiant, and her eyes were glassy with bliss. She moaned, and her body jerked against him. She then let out a loud, desperate cry as her orgasm hit. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him for everything he had.
The feeling sent Harry over the edge. He drove into her one last time and spilled inside her, his cock pulsing and twitching as he emptied himself deep into her. Apolline whimpered and clung to him, her hands tangled in his hair, and her legs trembling from the powerful orgasm.
They stayed there kissing for several minutes with Harry still buried inside her and their bodies pressed together. Apolline ran her fingers up and down his back, then cupped his face and kissed him harder. There was nothing hurried about it. Apolline took her time and explored every inch of his mouth. Her lips were soft and warm, and her cute mewls of delight had his cock hard again almost instantly
.
Harry gently rolled them to the side, careful not to slip out. Apolline curled into his chest with her breasts pressed against him. Her ass was nestled firmly in his lap. She smiled and let out a happy sigh.
"Fleur and Gabrielle are going to be so jealous," she purred blissfully.
"They'll get their turn," Harry promised, and Apolline laughed and kissed him again.
Breaking the Girl
Harry dozed in Fleur's bed, sprawled on his back with the covers draped over him. He was drifting in and out of a warm, post-coital stupor, the kind that made his limbs heavy and his thoughts foggy. He barely noticed the sound of footsteps on the landing, but the burst of giggling laughter that followed jolted him awake. He blinked at the ceiling, then looked down his bare chest to see the bedroom door fly open.
Fleur charged in first, beaming, with her hair in a silvery blonde ponytail. Gabrielle came in behind her, giggling with her arms loaded with glossy shopping bags. Fleur dropped her bags on the floor with a thud, then leapt onto the bed. The mattress bounced. Harry groaned and rolled over, trying to play dead, but Fleur yanked the covers away and kissed him hard on the cheek.
"Wake up, sleepyhead!" she sang, and her French accent was even thicker when she was happy. Harry enjoyed listening to it.
Gabrielle hovered by the footboard, holding her bags to her chest. Her cheeks were already flushed, and she stared at Harry's naked torso for a full three seconds before she managed to look away. Fleur noticed immediately and rolled her eyes.
"Gabby 'as been dying to see you," Fleur said, dropping her voice to a stage whisper.
Harry grinned, propped himself up on an elbow, and patted the bed. "You can sit," he said, "I promise not to bite."
Gabrielle gave Fleur a wide-eyed look, then tiptoed to the side of the bed and clambered up. She sat cross-legged near Harry's knee, set her bags aside, and tucked her hands primly into her lap. Fleur flopped onto her stomach at Harry's side and propped her chin on his chest.
Harry reached over and cupped Gabby's hip. Her body was warm and soft under his hand. "Did you two buy out the entire village?" he teased, eyeing the haul of bags.
"Maybe," Gabby said. Her voice was even quieter than usual. "Fleur wouldn't agree to come 'ome until we visited all 'er favorite shops."
Fleur draped a leg over Harry's. "We got so many things for Gabby. I am determined to make 'er less boring."
"I'm not boring," Gabby shot back, but Fleur just snorted.
"Prove it," Fleur challenged. "Go on, show 'Arry what you bought."
Gabrielle's face went pink, but she grabbed one of the smaller bags and pulled out a glossy box. The lid was printed with swirling script and a photo of a model in blue lingerie. She set the box on the bed and shoved it toward Harry, then buried her face in her hands.
Harry laughed. "Is this a gift for me, or for Gabby?"
"It is a gift for everyone," Fleur said, rolling onto her back and stretching her arms. She yawned, which made her tits pop out from under her loose shirt. Harry stared for a moment, then looked back at Gabby.
"Are you going to try it on for me?" he asked. Gabrielle bit her lip and looked at Fleur for backup.
Fleur grinned wickedly. "Go on, Gabby. Don't be shy."
Gabby made a whimpering noise, then slid off the bed and padded to the bathroom, hugging the box to her chest. The moment the door clicked shut, Fleur pounced on Harry. She straddled his lap and ground herself against his thigh through the thin cotton of her shorts.
"You are such a brute," Fleur whispered, kissing his neck. "Gabby was shaking the whole walk home."
"Is she nervous or something?" Harry asked. Fleur sucked his earlobe, then kissed her way down his chest. She then shook her head.
"She wants you so badly, but she is afraid to admit it. She still does not realize that she can 'ave you any time she wants. It's so cute," Fleur giggled and nipped his skin. She then ran her tongue across his chest. "You will 'ave to be patient."
"I think you want her as much as I do," Harry replied, sliding his hands up under Fleur's shirt and squeezing her breasts.
Fleur moaned and leaned into his touch. "Maybe I do," she whispered. "But you are my favorite." She sucked on his bottom lip, then pulled away. "Do you want 'er more than me?" she teased, wriggling her hips.
Harry shook his head, but he smiled. "Not possible."
"Good," Fleur said, her voice soft. She kissed him, slow and deep, and rolled her hips until she could feel him growing hard under her. She reached between them, stroked his cock through the sheets, then threw the covers to the floor.
Harry's cock was already hard and twitching. Fleur admired it with a lazy smile, then glanced down and sniffed. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"What?" Harry asked.
Fleur smirked. "You smell like pussy … and I know that it is not from me or Gabby."
Harry's face went red, and Fleur giggled. "Apolline was very frisky this morning," Harry explained.
Fleur giggled louder, then slid off Harry's lap and knelt on the bed between his legs. She licked the tip of his cock, tasted Apolline on him, and made a face. "She is such a slut," she muttered, but then she sucked him into her mouth anyway, bobbing her head with quick, hungry movements. Her hand worked the shaft while her tongue circled the head, and Harry groaned and let his head fall back.
The bathroom door opened with a creak. Gabrielle peeked her head out, then shuffled into the bedroom with her arms crossed tightly over her naked chest. She wore a pair of blue lace panties, and that was all. The triangle of fabric barely covered anything. Almost the entirety of her smooth, puffy mound was on display, and her clit bulged out at the top. The soft lips of her pussy were visible at the bottom, hanging out on either side of a very thin strip of fabric. The waistband dug deep into her hips, and the back was nothing but a thin string that vanished between her jutting ass cheeks.
Gabrielle stood in the doorway, trembling. She covered her breasts with her arms and stared at the carpet. Her eyes darted up, caught Harry looking, and she went bright red.
"Do you like it?" she whispered, barely audible.
Fleur pulled off Harry's cock with a wet pop and whistled. "Gabby, you look amazing. Show 'im your ass."
Gabrielle shook her head but turned anyway, exposing the round, perfect globe of her backside. The string cut sharply between the cheeks, and the flesh jiggled as she shifted her weight. Harry made a sound halfway between a growl and a moan.
Gabrielle glanced over her shoulder, her eyes wide and nervous. "Is it … is it too much?"
"Not enough," Harry said. He sat up, beckoned her closer, and grabbed her by the waist. He lifted her easily and set her down in his lap, face to face. Gabby squeaked and wrapped her arms around his neck for balance.
Fleur moved behind her and cupped Gabby's breasts, pinching the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. "You are so pretty, Gabby," she said, nuzzling her cheek against Gabrielle's neck.
Harry leaned in, kissed Gabby softly, then bit her lower lip. She melted in his arms, and her hips ground against the length of his cock. He grabbed her ass, squeezed, and let his fingers wander down between her legs. She was already dripping wet.
Gabrielle whimpered when Harry pressed the crotch of her panties against her pussy, rubbing slow circles on her clit. She squirmed and tried to kiss him again, but her lips were trembling too much. Fleur slid her hands down Gabby's ribs and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the panties.
"Can I take these off?" Fleur asked, kissing the tip of Gabby's ear.
Gabrielle nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Fleur peeled the panties down over her hips, and Gabby helped her take them off. Fleur let them fall to the floor. She cupped Gabby's pussy with her palm, spreading the lips and showing off the pink, glistening folds. "Look at this," she purred to Harry. "She is so wet for you."
Harry licked his lips, then pushed Gabby back onto the mattress. He yanked her legs apart and buried his face between them. Gabrielle shrieked and clamped her thighs to his head, but Fleur gently pushed them back open. Harry licked her pussy from clit to ass, savoring the taste of her arousal. He then sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it with his tongue.
Gabrielle grabbed the sheets and squealed into the pillow. Her hips bucked, and her toes curled. Fleur knelt at her side, stroking Gabby's hair and whispering encouragement in her ear.
Harry didn't stop, even when Gabby's thighs clamped tight around his head. He pushed two fingers into her pussy, curled them just right, and kept sucking on her clit until Gabby started to shake and babble in broken French. The sound was desperate and hungry, and it only made Harry work harder.
Fleur moved down the bed and kissed Harry on the mouth, sharing the taste of Gabby's pussy with him. Then she crawled behind Harry and latched onto his swinging sack. She sucked his balls into her mouth, rolling them around with her tongue while Harry went back to devouring Gabby.
Gabrielle came hard, and her body went stiff. She screamed, and her pussy squirted onto Harry's hand, soaking the sheets. Fleur laughed out loud and clapped her hands together.
"It was well worth the wait, yes?" Fleur said, grinning. She licked the spray off Harry's fingers and crawled up next to Gabby. She kissed her sweetly and whispered, "You look so sexy when you cum. Did you like that?"
Gabrielle nodded and panted, her body still shaking. "Yes," she gasped. "So much."
Harry crawled up the bed, cock in hand, and hovered over Gabby's face. "Open up," he said, stroking her cheek with the tip.
Gabrielle stared at it, almost hypnotized. She then opened her mouth and took him in. She gagged a little, but Fleur stroked her hair and coached her through it. Harry groaned at the sight of Gabby's lips wrapped around his cock, her blue eyes wide and full of desire.
Fleur joined in, licking Harry's shaft wherever Gabby couldn't reach. They took turns, each trying to outdo the other. Fleur teased the head by swirling her tongue, while Gabby sucked hungrily, desperate to please him.
Harry lost control quickly. He thrust into Gabby's mouth, fucking her face with slow, careful jerks of his hips. Fleur licked his balls and then sucked them into her mouth. The sensation almost made him collapse.
"I'm going to …" he warned, but Gabby shook her head and kept going, her nose pressed against his pelvis.
Harry came with a shout, and his whole body went rigid. Gabby swallowed every drop, her throat jerking with every deep gulp. Fleur kissed her and licked a bit of cum from the corner of her mouth.
They collapsed in a heap, all breathing heavily. Fleur giggled and cuddled up to Harry's side. Gabby curled against his chest and buried her face in the crook of his arm.
"I can't get enough of you girls," Harry said, barely able to breathe.
Fleur nipped his ear and purred, "Good. Because you are never leaving this bed again."
Gabrielle smiled and closed her eyes, feeling utterly content. Harry's warmth made her feel safe and wanted, and that was something she didn't want to live without.
Chapter 9
Fleur and Gabrielle cut through the maze of hedges, following the winding path as they made their way back home. Gabby's skirt snagged on a bramble, but she ignored it. The shopping trip was a disaster. They'd meant to buy a cake for Apolline, but Gabby had panicked in the bakery when the clerk asked if they wanted a receipt, and Fleur's only response was to wink and lean over the counter so the poor old man could peek down her top.
"I am going to die of embarrassment," Gabrielle muttered as they emerged onto the lane. "Why do you have to be like that?"
"Like what?" Fleur asked, squinting at the sky. The late-afternoon sun was bright and warm, and her hair seemed to glow in it. "It is not my fault that I am beautiful." She snorted and shot Gabby a sly look. "You should try being less shy, Gabby. You are pretty enough to bring men to their knees, but you act like a scared little rabbit."
Gabby snorted. She stomped ahead, but Fleur caught up and hooked their arms together. The smell of blooming flowers followed them as they walked.
They said nothing for a few minutes. Gabby tried not to think about Harry, but all she could see was his face between her legs last night. She absolutely loved the way he licked her so tenderly and then so roughly. The sensation of the two techniques was incredible. She shuddered and pulled her cardigan tighter.
Fleur looked over. "You are making that face again."
"What face?"
Fleur grinned cheekily. "The one you make when you are thinking about his cock."
Gabby's ears went red. "I am not!" she protested, but it sounded weak even to her.
"I do not blame you," Fleur said, smiling naughtily. "He is very gifted. Even Maman says so."
That thought made Gabby's legs weak. She pretended to trip on a root, just so she could let go of Fleur's arm and compose herself. She squinted at the horizon and mumbled, "Can I ask you something?"
Fleur fell in step beside her, her hands behind her back. "You can ask me anything, Gabby."
They rounded the bend where the lane opened onto the front path, and Gabby's heart started pounding. She'd been rehearsing the question all afternoon, but now that the time came, the words refused to come out.
She glanced at the ground. "Does it hurt?"
Fleur blinked in confusion. "Does what hurt?"
Gabby made a flustered noise, then whispered, "When he … puts it … in your, you know …"
Fleur burst out laughing, but not cruelly. She hugged Gabrielle tightly and kept walking. "Mon dieu, you are so cute," she said, ruffling Gabby's hair. "You mean in the ass, yes?"
Gabby whined. "Yes! But you do not have to say it so loud!"
Fleur smiled and leaned in to whisper, "It is only us. Besides, most women try it eventually." She pulled back and looked at Gabby's mortified face, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "It does not hurt if you do it right. At first, a little bit, maybe, but then it is …" She made an obscene gesture with her hands and laughed even harder. "It is amazing, Gabby. You feel so full you can barely breathe. It is dirty and hot and makes your whole body feel like you are on fire."
Gabby's face was so red she thought she might faint. "But … it is wrong, isn't it? I read …"
"Who cares?" Fleur interrupted. "If it feels so good, how can it be wrong?" She gave Gabby a look that was sweet and affectionate. "You want to try it, don't you?"
Gabrielle hugged her bag to her chest and shuffled her feet. "Maybe." She peeked up at Fleur, almost trembling. "But only with him. I would die if anyone else …"
Fleur softened and put an arm around Gabby's shoulder. " 'Arry will be gentle. He is always gentle with me when I ask him to go slow. And I promise, you will love it if you let yourself enjoy it."
Gabby nodded. She didn't know what to say. She was more terrified now than ever, but also excited in a way she had never felt before. The conversation died as they crossed the gravel drive and mounted the front steps.
They could hear the moaning before they even opened the door. The sounds were unmistakable. They could hear a man's grunts and a woman's high, warbling cries. Fleur rolled her eyes. "Maman must have gotten home early," she said. She nudged Gabby's arm. "Prepare yourself."
Gabrielle giggled and tried to look unimpressed, but her hands were trembling as she pushed open the door. The entrance hall was bright and sunny, and they followed the noises through the foyer and into the sitting room. What they saw stopped Gabby in her tracks.
Apolline was naked and on her knees on the living room couch. Her hands gripped the back cushions tightly, and her long, blonde hair hung down over her face. Harry knelt behind her, one hand braced on her hip, the other snaking up to grip her breast. He was slamming into her ass, and his cock gleamed with lube. Each thrust sent a ripple through Apolline's thick, perfect thighs.
Gabrielle could see the tight little ring of Apolline's asshole stretched around Harry's cock. Every time he pushed in, Apolline shrieked and squirted a jet of fluid onto the tiled floor, and some of it arced up and splattered the bottom of the painting over the hearth. Apolline's whole body shuddered, and she squealed with pleasure.
Fleur glanced at Gabby and grinned. "It seems that someone else enjoys anal sex as well," she whispered.
Gabrielle tried to answer, but she could only make a small, strangled sound. She felt dizzy with shock, and her own pussy tingled in a way that made her squeeze her thighs together. She couldn't stop staring. She wanted to look away, but the sight of Harry's shaft plunging into Apolline's ass, and the way she moaned and howled with every thrust, made Gabby's heart pound with longing.
Apolline gasped, then turned her head. Her cheeks were flushed, and her blue eyes were glazed with lust. She saw them standing in the doorway and gave a wobbly, blissful smile. "Do not just stand there, girls," she panted. "Come and say 'ello to 'Arry." She braced her forehead on the couch back and shuddered as another spasm wracked her body.
Harry didn't stop. He looked over his shoulder and smiled sheepishly, then went back to fucking Apolline with hard, deep strokes. "Sorry," he said breathlessly. "She, uh, asked me to …"
Fleur laughed and stepped into the room. "You look busy," she said. She eyed Harry's cock and Apolline's spread ass with open approval. "I told Gabby it does not 'urt if you do it right."
Apolline moaned, then cried out as she squirted again, soaking Harry's balls and the white upholstery beneath her knees. "It is divine," she crooned. "If you trust your man, it is the best thing in the world."
Gabrielle hovered in the doorway, red-faced and silent. Her hands covered her mouth, and her eyes were huge as she watched. She knew Fleur was right. She did want to try it. She wanted Harry to do that to her. She wanted to feel his cock stretch her and fill her up until she was blubbering with pleasure. The thought made her dizzy.
Fleur leaned against the back of the sofa, close enough to brush Apolline's hair away from her face. "You are such a show-off," she teased, but her voice was gentle and affectionate. She watched as Harry slowed, then slammed into Apolline one last time. He groaned and gripped Apolline's waist tightly, and his cock throbbed inside of her. Apolline shrieked and bucked, and another torrent of fluid sprayed from her pussy onto the floor.
Gabrielle stared, almost hypnotized at the sight of Apolline's asshole pulsing and quivering as Harry pumped the last of his cum inside. When he finally pulled out, his cock glistened, and Apolline's gaping ass closed to a very tight puckered hole almost instantly. She whimpered, then collapsed forward onto the cushions, shaking and smiling.
Harry caught his breath, then reached out a hand for Gabby. "Come here," he said softly.
Gabby quickly made her way over to him. Her knees trembled, and her heart pounded. Fleur gave her a look of encouragement. Gabby went to Harry's side and looked up at him, her face burning. He touched her cheek, and the heat of his hand sent a shock through her.
Fleur knelt by Apolline and patted her on the ass. "You are a mess," she said, laughing. She used a corner of the throw blanket to wipe up some of the squirted fluid, then kissed Apolline on the forehead.
Apolline smiled dreamily. " 'e is a wonderful lover, isn't 'e?" She looked at Gabby, who was still staring at Harry's glistening cock. "You must try it, Gabrielle. It is very special."
Gabrielle swallowed, nodded, and whispered, "Maybe later."
Fleur gave her a hug, then turned and grinned at Harry. "She will need a lesson first, I think."
Gabby groaned and buried her face in Harry's shoulder, but she didn't protest. Her mind was spinning with images of what had just happened, and she felt a new, powerful hunger curling through her belly. Harry put his arms around her, and Gabby relaxed into him. She was thinking about what Fleur had said, and what Apolline had shown her, and all the possibilities that had just opened up. She smiled shyly, then leaned up to kiss Harry on the cheek.
Fleur noticed and winked. "Next time, Gabby, you will be the one making all the noise."
Gabrielle snorted, but she didn't say no.
Breaking the Girl
Gabrielle sat cross-legged in the center of her bed, staring at the gold pattern in her comforter. The lace canopy overhead billowed with the faintest breeze from the open window. She tried to steady her hands by pinning them beneath her knees, but they shook anyway. A soft, persistent panic fluttered in her chest, and every so often her thighs would tense and squeeze together like she could suffocate the anxiety away.
Fleur looked through her dresser drawer, humming a tune under her breath. She rifled through Gabby's undergarments until she found something she liked. She pulled out the tiniest thong imaginable. Fleur had bought these for her last week, but Gabby hadn't had a chance to wear them for Harry yet.
"Are you nervous?" Fleur asked in English.
Gabrielle made a squeaky little sound and shook her head. It was a lie, and they both knew it. "No, it is just … I 'ave never …" she trailed off, biting the inside of her cheek.
Fleur grinned, crossed the room, and flopped onto the mattress beside her. She tossed the panties next to Gabrielle. "Mon dieu, Gabby, you would think you were meeting a dragon, not 'Arry," she said, giggling and nudging Gabby with her hip.
Gabrielle groaned and buried her face in her hands. "It is not funny. I do not even know if I want to do it anymore. What if it 'urts? What if I 'ate it?" The last word came out as a whine. "I will look like an idiot."
Fleur moved over and kissed Gabby on top of the head. "You will not look like an idiot. You will look like a goddess. Besides, 'Arry will not let anything bad 'appen to you. I told 'im you are nervous, and 'e will be very gentle."
Gabrielle's belly fluttered. "You told 'im?"
Fleur laughed. "Of course! I tell 'im everything." She tugged Gabby's hands away from her face and squeezed them. "You want to be 'is completely, don't you?"
Gabby hesitated, then nodded, blushing furiously. "Oui."
"Then do not worry so much," Fleur said, her voice suddenly soft and intimate. "If you don't like it, you tell 'im to stop. But if you do …" Fleur winked. "You may like it more than you think."
Gabrielle didn't answer. She just stared at the window, listening to the muted birdsong outside and the pounding of her own heart. She counted Fleur's breaths and tried to match her own breathing to them. It didn't help. Her hands still shook. Her body tingled in ways she'd never felt before, and the anticipation made her whole body ache.
Fleur checked the bedside clock, then kissed Gabby's forehead again. "I am going to get 'Arry. You get ready. Wear those," she said, pointing to the panties on the bed. " 'e will like that." Fleur smiled, then sashayed out of the room, her hips rolling with purpose.
Gabby waited until the footsteps faded down the hall. She let out a long, quivering breath. She stood up on wobbly legs, shrugged off her bathrobe, and let it slide to the floor. Now she was totally naked in the cool air, and she hugged her arms over her chest out of habit, even though no one was there to see her.
She reached out and snatched the tiny thong off the bed. It was so insubstantial it could fit in the palm of her hand, and she was embarrassed even looking at it. She stepped into the leg holes and pulled it up over her hips. The thong hugged her mound tightly and left almost all of her pussy on display. She turned and checked herself in the full-length mirror. Her thin frame was surprisingly curvy. Her ass was high and round, and her skin was almost shockingly pale. The thong vanished between the cheeks, framing her little asshole perfectly.
She knelt on the bed, then hesitated and pulled her hair out of its bun. The pale blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders. She practiced smiling at herself in the mirror, then gave up and let the nervousness overpower her. She pulled a pillow to her chest and hugged it tightly.
She heard voices in the hallway, and Gabby's breath caught. She listened as Fleur's voice faded and Harry's heavier steps stopped just outside the door. There was a moment's pause, then a gentle knock. Gabby squeaked, and her whole body tensed.
"Can I come in?" Harry asked, and the sound of his manly voice made Gabby's stomach flip.
She stammered out a "Yes," and the door clicked open.
Harry stepped into the room, wearing black jeans and a thin white t-shirt. He looked at Gabby, then stopped and stared. His eyes widened, and his mouth parted just a little. Gabby tried to look away, but she saw the way his gaze roamed over her body. She saw his chest rise and fall, and she saw the outline of his cock press against his jeans.
"Hi, 'Arry," she said, her voice trembling.
"Hi, Gabby," he replied, still stunned at her beauty.
She crawled toward the edge of the bed, her knees rumpling the comforter, and stopped just short of the footboard. Harry approached her and ran his fingers under her chin, making her shiver.
"You look incredible," he said, taking her all in. He reached out, cupped her cheek, and kissed her.
Gabby melted into the kiss, and her nervousness dissolved under the heat of Harry's lips. She moaned quietly, and Harry deepened the kiss, his tongue darting between her lips. His hands moved down her neck, over her shoulders, and then stopped at her waist. He hesitated for a second, then slid his hands down her hips to her thighs.
Gabrielle's skin tingled pleasantly. She clung to him, and her body trembled with anticipation. Harry kissed down her throat, nuzzling the hollow above her collarbone, then bit her shoulder with a gentle nip. Gabby shivered and made a desperate, needy sound.
She reached for the hem of his shirt, tugged it up over his head, and tossed it aside. Harry's chest was warm and broad, and she ran her hands over it. She then moved them down to his stomach, feeling the muscles flex under her touch.
Harry kissed her again and slid his hand between her thighs, stopping at the strip of blue lace. He stroked her over the fabric, and Gabby whimpered while letting her thighs fall open. The thin material was already damp, and Harry traced the shape of her lips with his finger.
He slipped his hand inside the waistband, and Gabby sucked in a breath as he touched her bare pussy. He slid a finger along the length of her slit, then circled her swollen clit. Gabby moaned and tried to grind against his hand, but Harry kept her pinned in place with his other arm.
"You're so wet," he teased.
"I can't 'elp it," Gabby whispered back, her cheeks burning.
Harry smiled, kissed her, and tugged the thong down her thighs. Gabby watched him peel it off, then toss it to the side. Now she was naked with her legs wide open, and her pussy glistened brightly. Harry's gaze dropped to her mound, and Gabby felt like she was being devoured whole.
He kissed down her stomach, then licked a long, slow line up the inside of her thigh. Gabby gasped, fisted the bedspread, and arched her hips up. Harry hovered for a second, letting his breath tickle her skin, then flattened his tongue against her clit and licked her softly.
Gabby nearly screamed. She bit her lip and shuddered, barely able to hold still as Harry's tongue toyed with her. He licked her up and down, then flicked her clit with the tip. He pressed his tongue inside her and sucked her lips into his mouth. Harry then tongued her clit until Gabby was panting and writhing. Harry kept licking until Gabby's whole body locked up, and she came with a trembling, shuddering whimper. Her thighs clamped around his head, and her pussy twitched against his mouth. Harry licked up every drop, then crawled up the bed and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips.
Gabby was barely coherent. Her body hummed, and she clung to Harry like she might fall apart if she let go. Harry kissed her face, her cheeks, and her neck. He stroked her hair, murmured sweet things in her ear, and let her recover. When she finally calmed down, Gabby opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Do you want to stop?" Harry asked.
Gabby shook her head. "No," she said. "I want to do it. I want you to …" She bit her lip, then said in the smallest voice, "I want you to take me 'ere."
She reached down, grabbed his hand, and guided his fingers to her asshole. Harry smiled softly. "Gabby, are you sure?" She nodded, her throat too tight to speak.
Harry kissed her gently, then rolled her onto her hands and knees. He positioned her so her chest was flat against the bed, her ass high in the air, and her knees wide apart. Gabby hid her face in the pillow, mortified that he could see how aroused she was. She could feel her cheeks flush as Harry knelt behind her and spread her ass with both hands.
He caressed her cheeks, kneaded them, then trailed his fingers down to her asshole. He stroked her slowly, letting her get used to being touched there. Harry then dipped his finger into her pussy and gathered her wetness. He brought it to her asshole and circled the tight rim.
Gabby whimpered. She squeezed the pillow in her fists and tried not to make any embarrassing noises. Gabby then felt Harry lube her up with a bottle that he had brought. Harry rubbed the tip of his finger against her asshole, then pressed in. The lube made it slippery, and it popped through with almost no resistance. Gabby gasped, feeling the strange, hot pressure of his finger stretching her open.
Harry worked the finger in and out, twisting it, then added more lube and worked it deeper. Gabby could feel herself trembling. Her whole body felt raw and exposed, but the naughty pleasure was there to be felt. She then felt him move, and she looked over her shoulder and saw him removing the rest of his clothes. She hid her face in the pillow again.
She felt Harry's cock nudge against her ass. She tensed, unsure if she could take it. Harry leaned over her back, kissed her shoulder, and assured her. "It's okay. I'll go slow."
Gabby nodded and bit down on the pillow as she felt the head of his cock press against her asshole. Harry pushed, and for a moment, nothing happened. Then, with a sudden, hot pop, the head forced its way through. Gabby yelped into the pillow as she felt herself being stretched. Her asshole burned, and her whole body tensed.
Harry's hands grabbed her hips and held her steady. He leaned over her back and kissed the nape of her neck, whispering, "It's okay. Just breathe. I'll go slow."
She whimpered and nodded. She felt his hand gently stroking her lower back. The touch calmed her a little, but the pressure in her ass was incredible. She tried to relax, but her body kept clenching around the invading heat.
He held still, letting her get used to the sensation. After a minute or so, he rocked his hips forward again. The head of his cock stretched her open, then slid deeper. The discomfort was sharper this time, and Gabby grunted. It felt like she was being split in two. She couldn't believe how much she could feel. She gripped the sheets, shaking uncontrollably.
Harry stopped, held her tight, and said, "You're doing so good. You're so beautiful, Gabby."
The praise made her flush all over. She squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to breathe. The ache in her ass started to fade, and it was replaced by a deep, thrumming pressure. Harry's hands kept stroking her back and hips, and it helped her remain calm.
She gasped as he pushed in just a little more. It burned, and she could feel herself stretching around him. He was so big. She couldn't believe it would ever fit, but he just kept sinking deeper, always being patient and careful.
Gabrielle lost track of time. She whimpered and whined with each little push. Sometimes he would pull back until it was almost out, and she would groan at the sudden emptiness. Then he'd press forward, and the burn would start all over again, but she could tell she was getting used to it. The discomfort was still there, but it began fading into something else. Her asshole throbbed around the thick, slippery length of his cock.
At some point, the ache turned into pleasure. She felt it first as a spark in her lower belly. It was a hot little rush that made her squirm. The sensation was dirty, intense, and almost overwhelming. Harry was all the way in. His hips pressed tight to her ass, and his balls rested against her bare lips. She felt completely stuffed, and every nerve ending was tingling.
He held her there, still buried deep. He gave her time to get used to his size. Gabby could feel him throb inside her. He reached under her body and cupped her breast, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching her nipple between his fingers. The touch sent a bolt of pleasure through her body, and she gasped, her pussy clenching reflexively.
Harry slowly pulled out, dragging his cock through the tight grip of her asshole. He then pushed back in, just as slow. The sensation was incredible. The stretch, the friction, the fullness … she had never felt anything like it. Gabby started to pant, and she pressed her face into the pillow.
He fucked her with a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust made her shudder, and each withdrawal left her empty and needy. Gabby's body started to react to the sensation as everything was drowned out by the raw, pulsing pleasure.
She moaned, " 'Arry … it's too much …" The pleasure felt strange and naughty.
Harry stroked her side, kissed her back, and asked, "Do you want me to stop?"
She shook her head violently. "No … don't stop …"
He kept going. His cock pushed into her ass, stretching her with every thrust, and Gabby lost all sense of embarrassment. She wanted it. She needed it.
When he started to go faster, the friction in her asshole set her nerves alight. Her body jolted with every slap of their skin. She whimpered and squirmed, but Harry held her steady, driving into her with slow, controlled power. Her pussy dripped onto the bedsheets, and her juices soaked the mattress beneath her.
Gabrielle's whole world narrowed to the feeling of Harry's cock in her ass. She squealed into the pillow, her mind blank with pleasure. She nearly lost control when Harry reached around between her legs and rubbed her clit. The intensity of the pleasure made her body buck wildly. She squealed into the pillow, her hips quivered, and her ass clenched down hard on Harry's cock.
"Mon Dieu!" she cried out, and the sensation of her asshole pulsating around his cock made Harry groan.
He fucked her harder, matching the motion of his hand on her clit with his thrusts into her ass. Gabby's vision blurred. Her arms gave out, and her face pressed hard into the bed. Her whole body convulsed as she came, and her pussy gushed, a hot, wild spray that splattered the sheets and dripped down her thighs.
She didn't have time to recover before Harry's cock drove back into her ass. The pleasure was too much. She wanted to beg him to stop, but she wanted him to keep going even more.
He fucked her harder now, and his hands gripped her hips possessively. Each time he bottomed out, Gabby squealed. She loved the feeling of being helpless, stretched to her limit, and filled up and used by him.
She orgasmed again, and this time it was even harder. Her asshole clamped down and squeezed him, and she squirted again, the wetness running down her legs and pooling between her knees. Harry groaned her name and started to lose control, slamming into her ass with wild, desperate thrusts.
Gabrielle lost herself in the pleasure. She came again, and again, and again, the orgasms rolling through her in hot, shuddering waves. Her asshole twitched and spasmed around Harry's cock, and the pleasure never stopped.
She didn't know how long it lasted. She just knew that when Harry finally groaned, "Gabby, I'm gonna …" and spilled inside her, the heat of his cum made her whole body go numb.
He collapsed onto her back, both of them panting and slick with sweat. Harry kissed her bare shoulder, then pulled out slowly, letting his cock slide free with an obscene, wet sound. Gabby whimpered at the naughty sensation.
Gabby gasped at the emptiness. She felt the sticky mess inside her, and she was filled with a strange, prideful delight. She rolled over, dizzy and practically limp. Harry kissed her, and she leaned into the kiss, opening her mouth to invite him in.
She giggled through her deep breaths. "Did I do good?" she asked, her voice tired and dreamy.
Harry smiled and kissed her again. "You were perfect."
Gabby glowed. She curled up in his arms and fell asleep, her body still tingling.