"Hello~~,"
Andromeda Tonks entered the restroom behind her other three companions, closing and warding the door as well. Though she cringed as Bellatrix mimicked that horrible baby's crooning voice, and she wasn't the only one. She only allowed Bella to continue in the past because of its effectiveness in unsettling their adversaries. But hearing that again after so long was as atrocious as it was nostalgic.
"Nice evening isn't it~~,"
When Bella opened her mouth again, Narcissa edged past her and cut her off.
"Good evening, Mademoiselle. Please, pardon my companion. She…she isn't completely right in the head."
"Hey!"
Andromeda snorted. Of course, Narcissa wasn't constrained by nostalgia.
She shuffled inside the enormous restroom, standing beside the Greengrass matriarch while her two sisters stood before her, blocking the way forward for the blond woman who had just come from a cubicle. The same woman whom she and her conspirators had to watch for the last few days laughing and hanging out with their intended target, having the time of her life. She had thought the veela would be the one they had to convince to vacate her claim over what was rightfully hers, well…theirs. But she hadn't thought that a new woman would come from nowhere and become the bone of contention for them. A British witch of all things.
She narrowed her eyes, trying to remember ever seeing the woman standing there before, but thoughts evaded her as if covered behind a veil that her mind couldn't just breach. The blond woman shouldn't be someone that could be forgotten with her gorgeous looks, so her incompetency there only flummoxed the eldest Black sister. They should have been aware of a woman their age who could rival their stunning looks, but they were entirely at sea regarding their adversary's identity.
Her sister hadn't taken the news well. Narcissa, the vain little girl that she always was, thought herself the most desirable blond witch of the isles, but now with a direct competitor for her title…
"Hello."
Andromeda had to give it to the witch. Confronted by the four of them, her voice didn't waver for even a bit. Then she remembered that all of them were under disguises, so that might have been the cause for the blond's nonchalance.
"Mrs...?" Narcissa asked.
"It's Ms. Ms. Dorsey." The unknown blond stated as if challenging them.
So a muggleborn. That's even more impressive. Or maybe suspicious. A pureblood homeschooled would have been more believable. A lot of unscrupulous purebloods had been caught craving a muggleborn of such beauty after the war. The amount of young muggleborn girls that had to be rescued from sick death eaters' manors after the dark lord's fall—Andromeda shivered. She wouldn't wish that fate even on her greatest enemies. If a muggleborn had been cunning and skillful enough to evade their notice, then their aim of intimidating the witch would be doubly difficult.
"Ms. Dorsey, we couldn't help but notice your closeness with a particular young man…" Narcissa turned toward her eldest sister for a second before continuing. "And we here would like to ask you to cease this inappropriate behavior with the said wizard."
"And you are…?"
"We are his well-wishers who would like to see him not getting taken advantage of," Narcissa said snidely.
"Oh, Really?" the blond gave a challenging smirk at Narcissa's way. "And what right do you have over him? He is of age—well, he told me so and supposedly graduated from Hogwarts; why should I care what four elderly women thought of?"
"Who are you calling old—"
Narcissa dragged Bella's robe back, who almost lunged at the smug woman.
"I assure you, he is still in Hogwarts. And about our identities, we're his mother, Lady Potter's closest friends."
"Yeah, and she asked us to look after him while we're here," Bella added after her youngest sniffed dismissively.
"I see…" The blond ground out. "And you must take your friend's request very seriously? Stalking a man of your son's age?"
Andromeda's eyes narrowed as the beautiful blond woman clenched and unclenched her fists which were hanging by her side, her sea-green eyes glaring at them, which turned venomous emerald for just a second before Andi thought that was some light trick.
'Is she going to attack us? Has she already gotten a hint of Harry's impressive masculinity that she was rearing to fight a losing battle?' She asked herself, not intimidated by the slightest. Few opponents could go toe to toe with her in a battle of wands and with the presence of her two sisters… pfft… even Dumbledore could be held on.
"He is almost like a son to us. So we must care for him."
"You…" Andromeda backpedaled a bit as a magical aura manifested around the blond, cackling with a barely suppressed anger. She swallowed. The witch must be really powerful to do that and a clash of wands here…she had no intention of getting kicked out of the stadium permanently.
Andromeda watched as the blond took deep breaths before giving them a victorious smirk.
"Thanks for your advice, and I would have loved to chat with you all but Harry had just asked me to accompany him to a local bistro and after that… who knows? Maybe I will take him to my place and reward him for being a good boy for the last week."
"You bitch!"
Ignoring Bellatrix's fierce cry, the woman sidestepped their rooted bodies before sauntering to the locked door, waving her wand and breaking Andromeda's powerful ward with a dismissive wave.
Andromeda's eyes were fixed on the clothed rump of the woman who seemed to sashay extra hard to rub salt in their wounds.
"Do you think she caught our lies?" Anastasia asked no one in particular, filling the silence with added awkwardness.
"Don't be a fool, Ana. How would someone know about our plans?" Narcissa said, huffing at the nervous-looking Greengrass matriarch. "Besides, we are under a foolproof disguise, remember? That bitch most probably had gotten a whiff of the biggest bone of her life, that fucking slut!"
"Andi, let me show that bimbo what happens when someone crosses Lady Black!"
"But…but didn't you see how unmoved she was? Not knowing our identity is fine, but what about our greater numbers? Why didn't it phase her?" Anastasia stuttered.
"Andi, what should we do now?" Andromeda stared as her youngest shuffled beside her, staring at her pointedly.
Andromeda just stared at the pristine walls of the restroom, not sure how to discourage such a determined woman.
"No point in going back to the masses when Harry won't be there. Let's head back."
She felt Narcissa nodding beside her before her youngest fell behind her stride, both frowning.
They were almost at the entrance of the restroom when their other two companions' absences registered on their minds.
Whirling around, they were greeted by the sight of Bella and Anastasia whispering into each other's ears.
A clearing of her throat and both sprang apart, like caught in the middle of doing something incriminating.
"Umm… we have to do something. See you in the cottage."
Andromeda groaned. What had her sister's devious mind cooked up now?
"Wait, Harry, aren't you going to watch your friend's match?"
Harry Potter just kept dragging the woman along the entrance of the stadium, thankful that the hall was sparsely occupied.
"Nah! Nev will win this one for sure. Let's visit the bistro." Harry said, smiling widely at the raised eyebrows of the blond.
"Not a good friend, are you?" Harry could hear the amused snort in the older blond's voice even though she was tut-tutting.
"On the contrary, I am such a good friend that I just know he will win the next round," Harry said. Before he dragged her away from the stadium and toward the bistro that he saw on his way from the hotel, hoping the sophisticated woman would be impressed by the effort he had put to memorize the tongue-twisting names of the French dishes from their menu.
"Wait!" Harry halted as his companion pulled her hand in his grip. "I'm not that hungry. Let's go to that park."
Harry's heart jumped in his throat as the blond murmured to him, her head glancing back periodically. Spending time alone in the sparsely populated vast green park or the bustling bistro—the choice wasn't even worth thinking about.
He could barely contain his excitement as they changed their destination and veered to the fenced garden to the side of the road. A few raised eyebrows from some old judgmental cronies and Harry dragged his companion to the park's east side, toward the unoccupied bench that he could see, hidden between two large hedges.
"That place looks nice."
"I'm not sure about it." Harry ignored Lisa's attempt to drag her feet and steer them toward a place where there was a bunch of kids playing around, thankful for his superior strength this instant.
"Oh, common. We have just escaped the madness of the stadium. Let's enjoy some tranquility for once."
"But…" Harry just gave a wink at his companion, holding her hand and marveling at the softness of the female skin for the umpteenth time.
'I wonder what these soft hands will feel like on my—' Harry shook his head. No need to get ahead of himself.
A reluctant blond and an overenthusiastic young wizard took seats on the empty bench, with Harry shuffling closer to the woman and taking hold of the retreating hand of his companion with fervor.
"So…"
"So…"
Both giggled after the stuttering start, with Harry looking at his companion in awe as she tucked a strand of her hair with her free hand.
"You're gorgeous!" He blurted out before flushing slightly when she ducked her head. "I'm…mean…"
Harry could kick himself for that blunder. Yes, he had complimented the blond a few times, but never had he been so frank.
Great going, you fool.
"You should think before saying something like that." Harry watched as she shied away from making eye contact with him again. He had noticed throughout the week the blond had been quite bipolar in her actions, regarding him, at least. Sometimes she chided and glared at him after he cursed a few times watching the dueling matches but got shy and shifty the moment he tried to turn on his charm, which helped him in the past to strip three older witches out of their clothes. He found that endearing, especially every time he thought about how would she react after seeing him naked.
"I'm old enough to be your mother." Harry could hear the hesitation in her voice.
As if that just didn't make this even hotter?
"I honestly don't care." The blond looked at him with wide eyes. "And let me tell you the truth. I am more attracted to older women."
"What? You don't mean that!" Harry guffawed at her scandalized expression.
"I mean that with my heart. Young witches—" Harry sighed and closed his eyes. "They just don't make my heart race, you know. There's something special about the mature witches that just hit me…"
"Really?" the blond squeaked trying to pull her hand out of his grasp.
"And what about you? Don't tell me you don't find me attractive. I saw you brushing aside all those persistent admirers of yours." Harry gave the wide-eyed blond a roughish grin. "And believe me, you haven't seen my most impressive attributes yet."
"Ohhh!"
"You have kept me company throughout the week, without a single exception. And I am thankful for that." Harry squeezed her palm. "Believe me, I was just physically attracted to you at first…" He blushed after saying that, his eyes going to the high-collared blouse that Lisa must be very fond of as she had worn similar styles her entire time. "—But after spending the week with you, I want something more. I don't want a fling but a genuine relationship."
"What?"
"And my mom would probably be upset at me dating a woman of her age but I'm sure she will come to like you, eventually." Harry gulped; hoping, praying that would be the case.
"So…" Harry finally looked at his companion's face after his confession, his heart doing jumping jacks.
Harry looked at the familiar gorgeous face of the woman who was looking at him like seeing him for the first time, her eyes roving across his features while droplets of sweat formed on her brows as she gulped loudly.
"Harry…"
"Hmm…"
"Harry…umm…I think I should confess something on my part as well." She crossed her legs, inadvertently dragging his eyes toward the toned and pale calves and the long plaid skirt. "You…you…see, I'm not who you—"
A ruffling from the bushes on their left stopped her in her tracks, with both of them springing apart at the sudden noise. Harry almost fished out his wand and blasted a Confringo in the general direction of the disturbance, wanting to obliterate whoever or whatever had dared to interrupt his magical moment. The ruffling of the bushes continued for a few seconds before halting. Harry stared at his frowning companion who was glaring in the disturbance's direction.
So I'm not the only one who is angry. Harry barely contained his elation at the wonderful discovery.
"Lisa…lisa…LISA!"
The blond finally turned back, her face gaining the previous red hue at his attention.
"So you were saying something?" Harry asked, wanting to bring the conversion back on track.
"Well…Harry…you see…"
"Woof! Woof!
A small whining bark followed the arrival of a small pug who glared at them both as if they had stolen that dog's bone. And in front of their astonished eyes, the pug got in its haunches and dumped a vast pile of smelly shit just in front of their bench.
"You fucking mutt! Who let you out of your leash, you dipshit?" Harry almost jumped to his feet and glared down at the tiny dog who glared back even more. Harry swallowed. What's up with this mutt?
"That uncouth language is unbecoming of you, young man—"
Harry got a whiplash searching for his admonisher considering for a moment he had thought that was his mom. He sighed in relief after learning it was his older companion, whose expression screamed—Apologize.
Harry was wondering if he had some kind of mommy complex when an elderly lady huffed her way through their front with a loud cry of 'Mr. Kibbles'. The pug looked back toward the approaching lady once and as if it was just waiting for its moment, sprinted into the bush that was a few yards away from them.
"Young man, can you please bring back my dog? I fear he will run to the busy street." The despondent woman begged him after watching her dog hightail out of there.
"No, thank you. You should have brought that devil in a leash." Harry wrinkled his nose as the smell of shit wafted through his nose. "And if you can't tell, I am very busy now."
"No Harry! Don't be rude. Go help that woman."
"But…"
"No, but."
"Yes, Mum!" Harry grumbled petulantly, grinning as a gasp echoed from the woman.
If she wants to treat me like a kid, then let's see if she likes being called that. And he would, of course, take reign of her in bed and show that he was not some little boy on a leash.
He sidestepped the dirty puddle and without waiting for the old lady to catch up, rushed toward the dense bush. Seeing the old woman still quite far away, Harry pushed his wand into the foliage and without notice performed a small summoning charm, causing the menace to thud inside his mitten with a whine.
"Got you, you bastard." And in response to his insult, the pug just bared his teeth almost making him drop that little hellion.
"There you are, Mr. Kibbles." The old woman cried in joy before beckoning him to place her dog in his hands. "Thank you, young man."
Harry was too happy to put the dog in his owner's hand. Right when he was giving the little critter to the old lady, he felt himself get poked with something sharp. Harry almost flinched back, a minor flash of light in between the woman's long sleeves sheared his retina.
"What…what was that?"
"Hmm…I think you just got his claws." The old woman replied shaking her sleeves and pushing the pug deep inside her embrace.
Harry opened his mouth to argue before rolling his eyes and sidestepping the woman. No point in arguing with an old lady.
He rushed toward his bench and breathed a sigh of relief after watching his companion still seated at one end of the bench. Though he was thankful that she had vanished the dog excrements.
His plopping beside her finally broke her out of whatever trance she had gone into and Harry was hoping to continue wooing the busty blond when the woman with the dog came to them in halting steps and sat beside him.
"You don't mind, do you? I have rheumatism."
"Isn't it too late to ask for permission? You have already taken a seat." Harry deadpanned.
"Don't be rude to the old lady, Harry. It's unbecoming." His companion chimed out.
The old woman seemed to brush that comment aside before asking out loud.
"So are you mother and son? Strolling through the park?"
Harry gritted his teeth about to give the presumptuous old lady a tongue lashing when a mocking voice from Lisa stopped him in his tracks.
"Mother and son? No…no my lady. What gave you that idea? We are lovers planning to engage in a round of outdoor sex. Well at least until your arrival."
What? Where did that come from?
Harry stared openmouthed at his blond companion, watching the old lady like a hawk. And speaking of the old lady—she started to cough and choke at the blond's sudden uncouthness.
Harry sat flummoxed as Lisa smirked at the watery eyes of the old woman before she sprang to her feet.
"You know what, now that our plan is all messed up, Let us go back to my place and fuck each other's brains out."
It took Harry exactly thirty seconds to register her words and he stumbled to his feet with such alacrity that he almost face-faulted, before steading himself and taking the blond's beckoning hand.
Damn… what happened? From matters of the heart to matters of flesh…so quickly. Harry was torn between thanking the old lady for making his day or cursing her for ruining the romantic things he planned to say to Lisa.
Now with his situation reversed with the blond dragging him by his hand Harry just turned to the old lady and gave her a wink.
Thanks, old lady.
With a loud crack, both the blond woman and the black-haired man vanished after getting in the shade of the bushes, leaving an old woman choking her pug which thankfully turned into a leather bag.
Harry gasped as he was side along apparated to a small cottage's balcony, his eyes took in the crest of two peaks that the cottage was situated in between.
Damn, that's a view!
But an even better view greeted him as he turned around to face his companion, whose face was flushed, her chest heaving.
"Sorry… I don't know what came over me…there…" Harry barely listened to her as he closed the distance between them and took hold of her thin waist causing her to look upwards to his eyes.
"Harry wait—"
But Harry was already craning his neck down, his lips puckered for a kiss. His demanding young lips swallowed the protest of the woman that Harry had become familiar with for the last week. Harry could feel the palms of her dainty little hands pushing against his pecks but as the intensity of their kiss grew and the picturesque balcony's serenity got replaced by the lewd smacking of two conjoined lips, her feeble protest also got replaced by hesitating hands, roaming, mapping his musculature like feeling a male specimen for the first time in her life.
A smirk formed on his face, the young wizard placed his hands under the bum of the blond and hefted her above the ground. Ignoring her yelp of surprise, Harry blindly stumbled through the door behind him, following his dick's arguing rather than his eyes' direction. Lips glued together he somehow stumbled into the small kitchen of the cottage, hands mauling a pair of surprisingly toned bottoms over the thick skirt. His peripheral vision turned out quite sharp as his legs pushed the pair towards the countertop, dumping the busty woman over the marble surface.
"No waiting! No! I want you!" Harry growled out. "Right now!"
Lisa's eyes showed surprise before they dilated as he put both of his hands on her large tits and squeezed the firm, round pair with savage intentions.
Harry's 'Tcchhh!' of annoyance at the presence of so many layers of garments was drowned by a gasp of pleasure as the blond bit her lips, gorgeous eyes still afraid to shed their hesitation.
This won't do.
Harry wanting his partner's complete compliance quickly shed his shirt, flinging it behind him. And it seemed to have the desired effect as Lisa's eyes quickly latched onto his muscular pecs and cut abs, hands which were idle on the countertop rose at a snail's pace and traced the contours that his gleaming muscles presented to the enamored blond.
All those hours of back-breaking exercise for the last month certainly paid off. Harry wondered about how much that unfortunate potion accident helped in his recent physical growth. They were certainly eyecatchingly radical.
Harry smothered a full-blown smirk, his hands mauled her round globes, fingers creeping closer toward the center of her bosoms which usually contained a woman's most sensitive nipples.
Thirsty witches always seemed to fall for muscles… and doubly so if they are deliciously aged.
Her distraction was the exact opportunity he was looking for. He grabbed the hem of her blouse and tugged it upward almost salivating as the cream-colored full bra only highlighted the perfect shapes of his partner's tits.
"Harry! Mmpphh…" He wasn't in any kind of mood for her antics, bending down and kissing her furiously to stop her token protests while his hands crept behind her back, skillfully unhooking the bra with his masterful fingers. He felt more than saw her bra fall off her torso, unveiling something that his heart had been calling out to experience for the last week. Like a blind man chancing his first vision he quickly disengaged from the smooch with the busty blond. And his eyes saw…
Absolute Perfection!
With her rolled-up blouse framing her breasts from above Harry actually gulped as his eyes fisted upon his next pair of mammaries.
The blemish-less and milk-white skin, the unusual perk for their weight, and cherry red and pulsing thumb-sized nipples—Harry's mouth watered just by staring at those perfect orbs for a few seconds.
"Merlin's balls! They are…the most perfect tities I have ever seen!" Harry's vicious crowing finally seemed to jolt the blond out of her funk where she hastily tried to cover her boobs with her arms, atomic red hue slowly spreading across the vast expanses of her milky perfection.
"Don't…Don't you dare Lisa!" Harry growled. A lightning-fast hand swatted her hands aside and his middle and index fingers clamped on a red, swollen teat, making the older blond whimper pathetically.
His hand grew a mind of its own while his eyes refused to move away from the blond's breasts. He would have been ashamed of his weakness but honestly, Harry's mind was whirling away in a maelstrom of past memories—from the simply otherworldly huge and obscene melons of Molly Weasley and Amelia Bones to the astoundingly rotund sizes of Andromeda Tonks and Susan Bones. Still, his current objects of fascination were probably a bit smaller than all of them, only larger than Narcissa Malfoy. And that was big maybe. But still…
It was an attraction so sudden, an obsession so primal, that Harry had to search his mind for why he found Lisa's pair so astonishingly perfect.
Maybe because of their perfect geometry? Harry doubted it, considering all of his previous partners were perky as hell despite their size. Maybe the skin tone? The perfect blemish-less divine spread unmarred by even a single freckle. Harry was sure Molly, Amelia, and Susan all had specks of cute freckles on their oversized breasts. Though he wasn't sure. He was too busy to take notice of such minor things. So why did the pair in front of his eyes seem so captivating—
"Just suck on them already!" The shout of a furiously blushing blond broke his hypnosis. Even though the busty woman was red in her face a smug sort of victorious smirk clung to her lips, puzzling him a bit.
"Gladly!" Harry dived into the buffet of tit-flesh like a hungry piranha, sloppy lips and clacking teeth assaulted the red nubs and goose-pimpled flesh of her areola with utter desperation. "I vucking wov if!"
A feminine hand shoved his head even deeper, cutting his ramblings amidst a mouthful of melony goodness.
"Oh…Morgana…" Lisa's muttered whine reached him. "So forceful… I haven't felt this good for so long…"
'Oh…I have barely started!' Harry's victorious thoughts were cut off by another feminine moan.
Just elevated womanly moans reverberated around his skull for the next five minutes as Harry lost himself in the tit-worshipping—loud slurping sounds emanating where he imitated a suckling baby, his lips soothed the achingly hard nipples after his partner grunted in pain.
A loud pop of displaced air and Harry Potter disengaged from his manly duty, a grin spreading across his face as the blond whose bosom he was relishing sat completely vulnerable above the marble countertop, her hands bunched, eyes crazy with her long blond hair plastered over her face with sweat.
"Damn! Woman… you are looking like a goddess right now, you know." A proud and lusty grin finally blossomed on her face, seemingly very pleased by his appraisal. "A goddess I plan to thoroughly ruin!"
"You think you can handle me, little boy?" A challenging smirk crossed the panting blond. "Maybe I will turn out to be too much woman for you?"
"I will make you eat those words!" Harry glared at his partner, but his eyes gave away the teasing mirth. "You hear me? You will beg me to stop!"
"Never!"
Harry escalated their encounter to an even greater degree, taking a couple of steps back and putting his hands on his hips, giving a model-worthy pose.
"Prepared to be wowed!" Eyes brimming with confidence Harry barely hid his anticipation as his fingers unbuttoned his trousers. He took hold of his trousers along with his boxers and dragged them both downward in a single breath, his mammoth, fleshy appendage bobbed and glared, free for the evening.
He winced as the cold air from the open windows caressed his hyper cock, his weeping cockhead red and raw with a large dose of precum spitting from his hole. His trousers and boxers still pooling around his feet, Harry for a second thought of properly taking them off before shrugging himself. They hardly impede his mobility.
Now that his greatest weapon was out in the open, a dozen thoughts crossed his head. His manly appendage had always enthralled his partners after they had got a whiff of it's magnificence. Would it maintain its unassailable streak? Harry wondered for a second what if he had whipped his junk out in the restroom that day? Would he have conquered a married veela also? Damn… he should have just undressed… But what if his ploy had failed?
Harry gulped. He was in no hurry to get neutered.
Shaking his head and burying those unpleasant thoughts Harry decided to focus on his current gorgeous partner. And blinked in astonishment.
Rather than stupid gawking or stuttering wonderment, the busty blond had somehow gotten on her knees while he was too busy reminiscing about his past, her gaze held such a steadfast determination that Harry almost jerked back in surprise.
"Umm…Lisa?"
Harry's nervous titter was either completely ignored or the blond simply chose to not indulge him. Though he got his response soon when the crazy-eyed blond took hold of his dick with both of her hands and smacked it right on her face.
What?
Her hands caressed the bottom part of his dick with surprising familiarity while his dick's thickness eclipsed almost half of her face as she nuzzled his bitchbreaker, nose rubbing against the middle of his dick. Harry blushed as he could hear loud sniffing sounds along with a small tongue that spread wetness along his dickflesh. Her hands enveloped the lower third of his dick tightly before she corkscrewed her hands in the opposite direction, her tongue mapping the bulging vein running along his dick.
"Fuck…thats…" His voice struck in his throat as she finally reached the head of his dick where her surprisingly nimble tongue collected every single drop of his precum before she hollowed her cheeks, pillowy lips stretching around the massive mushroom head.
"Mppphhhh…"
His dick jerked in her hands as the blond painstakingly took millimeter after millimeter inside her oral cavity, her beautiful eyes staring straight into his.
A pleased grunt escaped him as the blond's tongue writhed against his sensitive head like a snake sending heavenly vibration through the entire pillar of flesh. What was that? Harry's eyes rolled in his head. Fucking hell! He really had lucked out this time, didn't he? Though far from his first blowjob, Harry couldn't think of a single of his partners that had blown him with such relish. Most of them were overwhelmed by his size or trying to stuff everything at once, choking and gagging and making a whole lot of mess. Not that he found those things unpleasant.
But this… Damn…
The same smoky eyes daring him, his blond partner took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring before she forced his thickness inside her gullet—rivulets of her saliva escaped the tight confines of her lips and spread around his twitching reddish cock skin, bathing it in her throat slime.
Inch by inch, his brawny cock entered the busty blond and Harry had to bite his lips to stop himself from making any embarrassing sound. But like every good thing it had to come to an end.
"GAAAAKKKHHHH!" A wet retch and exactly half of his dick seemed to be her limit as pinpricks of tears formed at the corner of her eyes but she ignored it with a vengeance, glaring at him with a red face like a jilted lover.
Five seconds turned into a dozen. But when that dozen crept to well over half a minute with half of his dick inside her furiously dilating throat and her still twisting hands, Harry's gasping elation turned into a panic. His hands which were limp, jumped to her long tresses, and taking hold of them Harry dragged the red-as-a-tomato witch back, wincing as she let out a choked cough, a thick stream of saliva still connecting his dick with her lips.
Harry's eyebrows raised as the couching blond's hands picked up speed and intensity even while she was in the middle of her coughing feat, spreading the slimy saliva all over his aching cock.
"That…that was something else…Lisa!" Harry's slow caress of her hair forced her to look upwards, only slow gasps following the cough. "But don't overdo it. We have the entire night."
"Was that good?" Harry had trouble comprehending the scratchy voice of the blond. "Better than your usual sluts?"
"Umm…" Harry blushed a bit, wondering if he appeared as a philandering manwhore to her eyes. "Good? That was the fucking best!"
Harry grinned as a victorious smirk crossed across his partner's face before he quickly added, not wanting her to think of himself as a jerk.
"Not that I have too much experience!"
"Of course..." The slow drawl of the beautiful woman left no doubt in his mind that he had failed to convince her of his character.
Harry's next attempt to make her understand his virtuous nature was cut out when Lisa resumed her attempt to swallow his dick. She quickly matched her best attempt; tongue wiggling and throat constricting, enough to drive Harry mad in lust. But rather than trying to overcome her previous best, she dragged herself backward barely keeping his dick inside her esophagus for more than a couple of seconds. As if that was her clue, the blond set a furious pace of swallowing and withdrawing cock—the warm constrict of a lusty witch's throat and the sudden coolness of evening air wreaked havoc on his libido leaving him a groaning mess of overstimulation.
After a few minutes of furious dick-sucking, Harry was absolutely sure that he would be hard-pressed to last another five minutes without blowing his load.
He cursed the lack of sex or masturbation for the last dozen days. Would it have even mattered?
"GAAAKKKKHHH! GAAAAKKHH !GAAAKKKHHHHH!"
No! It wouldn't have!
His hands still entangled in her hair, caressed the lovely strands, hoping it would divert his mind and allow him to last a bit longer. And it would have probably succeeded until—
The bottom half of his dick was suddenly squeezed tight by two heavy masses and Harry just let out a defeated groan at the renewed assault on his male pride.
"Lisa…" Harry groaned as his eyes flicked to the scene in disbelief. The blond had somehow positioned herself properly so most of his dick was smothered by the round marshmallowy tit flesh of hers while simultaneously her head would crane down and gobble the peeking upper half which looked more like a glazed fuckstick rather than a human dick. Her jumping on her haunches caused her red fucking nipples to repeatedly drag across his burning cock-flesh and Harry almost cursed out loud when he realized she was angling her tits intentionally to make that happen.
"You are something else…."
Harry could feel her impish grin, her lips spreading and contracting at the speed of light.
Harry was sure he was seconds away from his explosion, eyes crossing in seer ecstasy when a small voice in his head reminded him to not concede the first round to the blond witch. Sure he would get hard again in no time, but he wanted to see her writhe in pleasure, on the verge of losing her mind before he let loose for the first time. He was prideful just like an asshole.
He bunched her hair tightly and forcefully wrenched her away from her self-imposed mission of giving him the best head ever, grunting and wheezing as the haze of lust evaporated too slowly for his liking.
Harry forced the blond on her feet by tugging her hair, ignoring her disgruntled glare.
"Enough for now!" Harry hoped his tough guy act would be convincing enough that Lisa wouldn't get the hint that he was seconds away from dumping a big load inside her belly. "Let's get to the main event, shall we? After all, we have to see if your lower lips are as adequate as the upper ones."
"Hmmpph! Maybe your young cock would belch its measly load within a minute inside my tight, little cunt." Lisa's condescending look just proved how good his misdirection had been. "After all, young men are always impatient and unskilled."
Damn! That hurts!
"I will show you unskilled—" Harry lifted her body into his arms and hogtied her to the small dining table that was situated a few feet away.
"Hey…unhand me…!" Harry could hear the silent laughter in his partner's voice.
Harry dumped Lisa over the sturdy-looking table, his previous experiences of fucking the shit out of Aunt Andi over the kitchen table allowed him to position her facing toward him, while her feet dangled below, her weight rested on her elbows.
Even though her torso was properly feasted upon, Harry realized her lower half was still clothed, which couldn't continue for even one more second. The plaid skirt which was long enough to hang below her knees had to go. And it did. Harry took hold of the seams and 'Pfft'—the buttons scattered underneath their position. All that remained was a small little thong, clinging to her mound, drenched to its last fabric.
Drenched in the syrup that the gorgeous blond had secreted throughout their encounter.
Harry took a few seconds to thoroughly smooch her brains off to get into the act again before his descent started. His journey to her sacred core was first interrupted when he suckled and nibbled against her vulnerable-looking collarbone. Next, his brain scattered when his lips ghosted across those delicious-looking mounds on her chest. Harry sighed. His desire to suck on those nipples warring against his mission to reach her womanhood. What a conundrum!
He had some doubts about his godmother's allegation of his voracious appetite during his babyhood. But maybe there was a carnal of truth in them?
Two vicious sucks and nips later and ignoring the pleased moans from above Harry continued his journey, his tongue ghosting over her taut belly before he finally reached his destination. The heavy panting of the blond stopped abruptly and Harry just had to smirk at the absolute stillness that greeted his ears. Barely holding a laugh Harry Potter lips were inches from the ruined knickers of the blond when he ducked his head and started kissing the insides of her right calf. His pace was tortuously slow, lips moving upward at such a speed that would make a tortoise proud. The growl from above followed by the throaty whine only emboldened him to keep going. At least until his partner begged him to.
Minute after minute, he stubbornly ascended at his leisure, his lips leaving a wet trail behind her knees before the toned inside of her thigh became his attack's recipient. Ghosting to the middle of her right thigh, Harry had almost reached the junction where her upper thigh started when he completely overhauled his journey, starting against the skin of her left calf.
"Harry…" Lisa's desperation rang through the cabin. "Damn…you! Just get it done already!"
"Hmm… Now look who's impatient." His gloating was apparent enough to taste and judging by the frustrated growl, the busty blond could feel his smugness.
Rather than torture the blond goddess anymore Harry finally reached his destination, mouth attaching to the sodden piece of clothing like the liquid gathered there were the last drops of water of a deserted oasis. The Potter heir was really surprised when a musky and thick liquid gradually seeped into his tongue. His surprised moan of pleasure was joined by an even more delirious hum of ecstasy. Pinching the fabric between his teeth, Harry dragged it sideways of the blond's mounds. Nose twitching as the smell of an aroused cunt multiplied, Harry's tongue darted out and dragged from just above her bright red anus to the apex of her pristine-looking flowers, collecting her nectar with relish into his taste buds.
"Oh…Morgana and Maeve…" Harry's dick throbbed as his partner let out the most arousing sound he had ever heard in his life. "Keep going… suck that nub." And an added bonus she took a handful of his hair in her grip and shoved his head downward. Or tried to.
Harry swatted the hand that had again forced his head into her muff, huffing irritatedly.
"So impatient. Just wait for your present like a good little witch."
His tongue poked and prodded along her petals before settling over his bright pink nub. His lips followed next as he sucked around the area while his tongue pushed and tickled the clit with surefire strokes.
"Hnngggggg!"
Harry shook his head from side to side, not stopping the quick vibration of the tongue or the noisy suction of his lips. Lisa's thighs suddenly trapped his head between them, cutting off his escape while his warm breath during struggle made the stimulation even more potent. Harry at least hoped so. He had stopped his struggle, simplemindedly focusing on her clitoris while his tongue periodically left their teasing and took long swiped just into her pink pussy lips. Harry swallowed the continuous stream that leaked from the tight-looking hole every chance he got. His hands which rested against his thighs rose after he truly felt claustrophobic. His left hand took hold of her thighs and pried it away from his head while his right hand joined his lips with his middle finger slowly entering inside the vice-like furnace. Harry could feel the delight that spread through his partner at his digit's entrance and like a good little lover, he quickly added his index finger alongside the middle one.
'Thump.'
A muted sound followed by the sudden relaxing of the blond's muscles, Harry Potter finally rose to his feet. The continuous stream of female nectar that Lisa had sprouted for the last few minutes seemed to have sapped her strength as he could see her panting above the table, lying down with closed eyes.
"Don't tell me you are already knackered?" He tried to push his digits past their second knuckle which seemed like an impossible task by the way the burning ring of muscles inside her cunt clenched around his digits. "I can't wait to fuck that perfect pussy loose. Hell, it looked like you haven't ever taken anything inside!"
Harry was partially serious as he doubted even Susan's pussy was this tight or wet or hot for that matter. Seriously, how did a woman of that beauty and age be like this?
Her pussy and brain both got jolted awake at his exclamation. With renewed vigor, Harry watched as the busty blond woman got up on her elbows again and stared at him with hooded eyes. "Maybe that's because it's true. My perfect little pussy had been left untouched for the last two decades."
No…No fucking way!
Harry's eyes widened to round saucers but the most dramatic effect of her statement was his dick. It jumped around and started weeping its characteristic male musk, enveloping the entire home in its pheromones.
"That's it!" Harry bellowed, before standing straight and pulling out his fingers. He sucked clean his digits before taking hold of the smirking blond by her waist to drag her to the corner of the table. Both of her legs rested against his shoulder while her sodden pussy blossomed like a flower in front of his eyes, vibrating and quivering, unlike anything he had ever seen. Harry released an explosive breath before hefting his huge fucking cock and smacking it right above the blond's pussy.
"Oh…Oh…. Now it's almost touching the undersides of my breasts!" His dick rested way past above her belleybutton and because of her folded state, it was indeed almost on the verge of going inside her cleavage. Did Harry hear any fear in Lisa's voice? No! Harry didn't hear a single note of panic at his partner's exclamation. If anything there was just untold anticipation.
He shuffled backward dragging the underside of his dick along her belly before his massive head rested over the small opening of his partner. Though it was probably because of his size, Harry's girth and heft eclipsed the entire pussyhole of the blond. A shiver of delight rushed through his entire system. And that only increased after he remembered her earlier claim.
Two decades! That was the phrase echoing in his empty skull. That's even longer than the time he had spent on this earth. Did that mean that she could be technically called a virgin? Surely two decades of celibacy should be as good as, if not better than a virgin?
Harry's imagination ran through entire scenarios, his blood thrumming through his veins at the thought of claiming such an untouched fruit. He hadn't thought about his partners' experiences before meeting him and he had thought himself above such insecurities.
Maybe it was just his natural male response. After all, it was the biological desire of a male to be the one and only partner of the woman he wanted to mate with. Even that scientific jargon didn't kill any kind of rush, merely exacerbating the lust.
His body quivered, eyes jaded in desire, Harry noticed Lisa was similarly panting and staring at his cockhead bullying her tiny opening. Harry Potter firmed his stance and squeezed the massive head of his dick inside the quivering lips of the blond, an embarrassing whimper escaping him as unbearable pleasure gripped him just by the few inches that he had pushed into. Just pushing the rotund head inside and the effect of her mindblowing blowjob seemed to come out of nowhere. Harry panicked as for the first time in his life, he was on the verge of ejaculating prematurely inside a woman. He shook his head. No! That can't be! Even as a virgin he had blown Ron's mother's brain out with his stamina. He just had to dig deep.
He pushed another few inches inside, sweat poring from his forehead, his teeth clattering in determination.
Fucking hell! Even tighter vice gripped his appendage, squeezing and messaging with it so much vigor that Harry turned his head upward and grunted out loud.
A small moan from Lisa at least helped him realize that he wasn't the only one feeling the heat.
"Is…Is… that it lit… little Boy?" Harry squinted as a mocking smile shadowed the tired visage of the blond who seemed hell-bent on her revenge for his earlier stunt of keeping her waiting. "Maybe you still need to grow up to satisfy a real woman."
Even though Harry could hear her gritting her teeth to strive off her ecstasy, that mocking tone lit a fire under his loins. His balls which were almost on the verge of exploding held back its load with sheer will alone. Harry withdrew every inch of his dick until just the first few centimeters were distending her cunt petals.
He had had enough. It was the last time he would allow this beautiful older woman to rile him up about his age. For the entire week, she had multiple times treated him like a little kid in the presence of a guardian rather than the equal partner that he wanted to be. Well, two could play this game.
"Little boy this, little boy that! Do you get on this, you old bitch?" Harry finally had enough. "Maybe you like that you could boss me around like a little kid and fulfill your whims on my innocent self. You like that, Huh? Do you want me to call you Mommy, also? Huh? Do you like your son's big dick, mommy? Want you cute kid to ruin your nasty hole, mommy?"
Harry did a pretty good impression of his young self if he was honest. He also felt immeasurably prideful when the smug smirk on Lisa's face slowly transformed. Her eyes widened from their half-lidded state, her flushed visage turning an alarming shade of puce. Harry panicked when her expression rapidly turned from lustful to sheer horror.
What the?
Harry was still confused when the legs resting on his shoulders suddenly jerked downward. The young Potter only felt a strong shove before he tumbled on his ass, a yelp of surprise escaping him. He stared upward at the ceiling of the cottage, a small lump forming behind his head where his skull had impacted with the floor none too gently.
Still, the injury wasn't anything serious so he shook his head, wondering how he went from shoving his dick inside Lisa to lying prone on the floor.
Hurried shuffling and panicked breathing jolted his brain back into motion and he sprang to his feet. His confusion only increased after he saw his blond partner scurrying along the kitchen snatching the buttons of her skirt from the floor, her arms covering the abused red bosoms.
"Lisa… What—"
Harry gulped as the blond turned away from him rapidly, hands balling into fists at her sides. Wait…did she take offense by his words?
"I'm really sorry if I offended you—" He would rather apologize than anger the older woman but unfortunately he was cut off.
"You should go." Harry thought the mumblings were his ears playing tricks before the blond pointed toward the door opposite the balcony from where they had stumbled inside.
"Lisa, wait…Hear me out…" Harry's panicked expression quickly killed off any expectations of his to continue their activities.
"Out! Right now!" Harry just stared at the back of the blond he had become so enamored with. Such extreme reactions for just a few teasing sentences?
"But…why?"
"It was a mistake. I should have stopped earlier. I should have never started this." Harry thought those mumblings were for her benefit than rather his. He was doubly offended when she refused to even turn around to address him as if repulsed by the sight of him.
What the hell is wrong with this woman?
Harry huffed and plucked his strewn clothes, somehow adorning them without any conscious thoughts.
His feet carried him through the shown door and through a small garden before he crossed the perimeter of the property, quite surprised to see the disrepair that had fallen the old cottage that could be seen from the front.
Perhaps he could offer to assist her in fixing this place if she comes tomorrow.
Though he doubted that would be the case.
Harry Potter shook his head, a despondent sigh releasing from his lips.
What a strange… strange country…
He stared at the countryside road ahead, not sure where the hell he was present currently.
Wait a second! How on earth would he find his way back to his hotel?