Chapter 10
"Is something wrong with the Weasley boy?" Daphne asked him, standing there outside of his private room on the seventh floor. "He called me a Slytherin slut as he ran past me."
"He was born wrong," Harry joked. Daphne snickered. "Don't worry about him." She didn't say it, but she was already planning to get her revenge on the redhead. No one called her such names and got away with it scott-free. "Any way … Do you want to come in?" Harry asked her. Daphne gave him a small smile and nodded. Harry stepped aside and let her enter. As she did, he closed the door behind him.
"Is there anything I can do for you, Daphne?" Harry asked, wondering why she had stopped by.
"Didn't Granger tell you?"
"Tell me what? I haven't spoken with her since earlier in the day," Harry responded.
"Oh … Well, I talked to her and set up an appointment with you. Private time, you know?" she said, standing there kind of awkwardly. She watched as Harry walked over to his desk and checked a clipboard.
"Hermione wrote it down right here for me. I just forgot to check my schedule. Sorry," he apologized. "But I'm very happy to have you here tonight." Daphne's face began to feel slightly warm. "C'mon, let's get you comfortable," he smiled at her. Harry took her by the hand and led her to his big bed.
She could suddenly feel her pussy fluttering as the backs of her legs hit the mattress. Harry gently sat her down on the bed and placed his palm in the middle of her chest. He eased her down until she was lying on her back with her legs dangling over the side of the bed. "So, Daphne …" he began. He lifted her leg into his hands and started caressing her smooth skin. Her body immediately goosebumped from the sensation. He unblocked her Mary Jane shoe and removed it from her foot. He tossed it on the ground before slowly peeling the thin, white sock off of her foot. "Is there anything particular that you want to work on? What are your plans for after graduation?" he asked while gently dragging the tips of his fingers up and down the length of the silky-smooth sole of her foot. Within an instant, Daphne was dripping wet.
Daphne let out a shuddered breath when he kissed the bottom of her foot. His fingers were tickling the sensitive area behind her knee. She could feel her panties wetly clinging to her damp pussy. "Everything," she moaned as he nipped at her soft skin. Harry looked at her with amusement while setting her leg down. He then picked up her other leg and began giving it the same treatment.
"Everything?" he teased. Daphne blushed red.
"Both my younger sister and I are going to be High-Class escorts just like our mother. I need to be an expert at everything," she gasped as he pulled her other sock off. Her eyes fluttered as he massaged her bare foot. With her free foot, she reached out and began rubbing the crotch of his trousers. She could feel his long, hard cock trapped inside of the thin, black fabric. She desperately wanted to get it out. Sure, she had gotten to play with it in class, but now it was hers for the entire night, and she didn't want to waste a single second. Harry seemed to be of the same mindset. He put her leg down, removed his shirt, and took off his trousers. He was now standing before her, his cock proudly sticking straight out in her direction. Harry then grabbed her legs and placed her feet on his hard, muscled stomach. His hands slid up and down her smooth calves which made Daphne squirm. He was looking her in the eyes, and Daphne couldn't help but look away embarrassed. She knew that if Professor Lestrange had seen her turn away, she likely would have received an earful. Daphne couldn't help it though. She was still new to all of this.
Daphne did, however, look back when she felt his cock sliding between her two bare feet. She gasped at the ticklish sensation as she looked over to see Harry fucking her feet. His massive, veiny cock was thrusting between her small feet, making them seem even smaller than they actually were. She knew that as a High-Class whore, men would expect to have unfettered access to her body. She also knew that she had cute, little feet that were begging to be fucked, as Bellatrix had privately told her. Bella and her mother had been friends for a long time, so Daphne was quite pleased when she was awarded the job as professor of Magical Sexuality. The Slytherin side of Daphne was thrilled to have an ally in a position of power. As such, Bella, which was what Daphne called her in private, had begun tutoring her beyond the confines of their classes. She was given tips and was told what to expect. Bella even examined her nude body in search of the "best parts" for her to highlight. Daphne was told by Bella that she had perfect, little feet that many wealthy men were going to pay big money to cum all over. Harry was just the first of many, Daphne realized. A moan left her lovely lips as his cock pistoned back and forth. She hadn't given it much thought, but she never would have dreamed that she would actually like it. In fact, Harry's cock felt amazing rubbing against the delicate skin of her soles. Daphne closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, creating an incredibly sexy look for Harry who was staring at her beautiful face. Her shaking hand crept up her thigh and underneath her mini-skirt. Her trembling fingers found the waistband of her panties just before she shoved her hand down the front.
Harry let go of her feet and just stood there. Daphne opened her eyes and looked at him in confusion. It was then that she realized what he wanted. She was supposed to be the one giving him pleasure. She was supposed to be the whore, and he was supposed to be the client. Daphne blushed in embarrassment, but nonetheless, she got to work. She thought back to the lessons her mother gave her over the last couple of years. She had made Daphne watch many Pensieve memories of many different sex acts. She had watched them over and over until she could remember them by heart. Daphne thought back to one particular memory, and she did her best to act it out. Daphne lifted her legs up and worked her skirt up her gorgeous legs. Then she unbuttoned her blouse before pulling it off. His eyes locked in on her young, supple breasts. Daphne then pulled her panties over her ass and lifted her legs up. As her panties climbed up and over her ankles, she pulled them off and flicked them at Harry's face. She giggled when they hit in directly in the mouth. Harry's hand snatched them up before they had time to fall. Daphne watched as he inhaled the scent of her wet pussy. She noticed that his cock jumped as he sniffed her wet panties.
"I love the smell of your pussy, Daphne. You smell like a girl that's ready to be fucked," Harry told her. Daphne tried her damnedest not to blush. Instead, she opened her legs and used two fingers to spread her wet pussy lips apart. She then trapped his cock against the arch of one foot while she used the toes of her other foot to jerk his cock against it. Using the fingers of her other hand to rub her hard, throbbing clit, Daphne worked the length of his cock, earning a deep moan from him.
"Does it feel good, Harry?" she asked, genuinely curious how she was doing. Harry moaned again and a long rope of thick, white cum spurted out from the tip of his cock. She watched in amazement as it flew through the air and landed ten feet away on the floor of his room. As her foot pumped his cock again, another long rope of cum erupted from his cock. Over and over, she worked him until only a dribble came from the tip. Daphne absolutely flushed in pride. She couldn't believe that … "HARRY!" she squealed as he grabbed her and manhandled her into a doggystyle position. Her knees were forced apart, and she felt him grip her ass cheeks.
Daphne pressed her face against the pleasant-smelling sheets of his bed as Harry spread her cheeks open. Her tight, virgin asshole puckered repeatedly, drawing his attention. When she felt his tongue tickle her hole, she gasped loudly and gripped the sheets tightly. Suddenly, his thumb began massaging her slit while his tongue wiggled all around the rim of her ass. Daphne couldn't help but grind her ass against his mouth while he licked her naughty hole. Two of his fingers then slipped inside of her and curled. Her pussy squeezed them tightly as her body was already close to cumming. The insides of her thighs were soaking wet as beads of pussy juice rolled down and dripped onto his bed. "Which hole do you want me to take tonight?" Harry asked when he pulled his tongue from her ass. Daphne squealed when he lightly tugged on her clit.
"My pussy!" she choked out as his fingers continued to massage her pink insides. He pulled his fingers out of her and grabbed a hold of her hips. Daphne looked over her shoulder, breathing heavily as Harry's hulking body towered over her. His hands held her waist possessively, and Daphne found that she kind of liked it. His shaft landed between her cheeks before he grabbed it and rubbed the thick, domed head the length of her wet slit. She could feel his head forcing her lips apart as he rubbed her. Then she felt his head slip between her lips and enter her for the first time.
"Show me what skills you have," she heard Harry say. Daphne found it hard to concentrate. All she could think about was the fact that a small portion of his cock was inside of her. Daphne pressed her face against the sheets and bit down on them just as she threw her ass back. She squealed as she fully took his cock inside of her. Her taut lips closed in around him as the sides of his shaft rubbed against the walls of her pussy. Her body jerked when she experienced a massive spike in pleasure just before his cock hit the deepest part of her. She whimpered into the sheets while her walls fluttered around him. Harry, thankfully, wasn't pushing her to continue so quickly. He lovingly rubbed her naked back as she took a few moments to get used to having a cock inside of her, especially one of his abnormal size. Her body quivered as his hands slid up and down her back and over her sides. His fingers grazed her hard, aching nipples, causing her pussy to squeeze him tighter. He then gave her ass a gentle slap.
"Start bouncing your ass. Let's see what you can do," Harry told her. Daphne shuddered but followed his orders. She wiggled a bit to make sure that he was properly lined up inside of her before her ass began to bounce. Daphne let out a deep moan as she pulled away until only his head was inside of her. Her ass then dropped back, and she took him all the way in again. Her perfectly-sculpted cheeks clapped against his groin as her pussy sucked him in. Harry's hands continued to caress her nude body while she slowly worked his cock. As the minutes passed, Daphne became more confident with her moves, and before long, she was wildly twerking on his cock, taking him like a raging whore.
Harry couldn't believe how skilled Daphne was without ever having any actual experience. As he looked down, he could see that his cock was smeared with her pussy cream. Her insides were choking his cock and attempting to milk the cum straight from his balls. Her cheeks would spread open, giving him just a glimpse of her tight asshole before clapping shut and creating a loud smacking sound. Placing his hand on her lower back, Harry pressed his thumb against her last virgin hole and began massaging it. A gasping moan told him that she enjoyed what he was doing to her, and if possible, she tightened even further. Her ass moved faster, taking him in harder than he thought possible during her first time. Harry heard Daphne's muffled cry as her pussy suddenly became drenched. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, and he was forced to close his eyes from the intense pleasure. Thrusting his hand underneath her parted legs, Harry's fingers started rubbing her swollen clit.
Daphne's body bucked wildly. Her pussy, asshole, and clit were all being simultaneously stimulated, and that was way too much for a recently deflowered virgin. Her pussy closed shut around his thrusting cock, choking him tightly. Her back arched, and her ass rose higher into the air. She heard Harry grunt right before a sudden flood of hot cum filled her orgasming pussy. Her insides refused to let him go. Instead, her body spent long moments milking the cum from his balls until her pussy was dripping with his seed. Even through all of this, Harry continued to fuck her. Daphne begged and pleaded for mercy, but it was of no use. Harry claimed her pussy over and over until she finally blacked out several hours later.
Red Light District
"You're doing pretty good, Harry!" Hannah happily chirped as Harry and Susan waltzed around the room to the sounds of classical music coming from an old-fashioned Victrola. "When you've mastered Ballroom dancing, then we'll move on to the more contemporary moves," she promised him.
"Where did you girls learn to dance?" Harry asked as his hands rested right above Susan's wide hips. He found it hard to talk and concentrate on his steps at the same time. Thankfully he still had over two months to keep practicing.
"My Auntie taught us some moves, but we also took dance classes when we were younger," Susan explained, her arms wrapped around the back of his neck.
"Most purebloods and even a decent portion of halfbloods teach their kids to dance when they're young. There's a lot of parties and Balls in our society, so it's good to be prepared," Hannah added.
"I wish someone would have taught me when I was young," Harry grumbled. Susan giggled.
"Yes, but then I wouldn't be pressed against you right now," she said, wiggling her chest so that her big, luscious tits rubbed his chest.
"Thank the Goddess for small mercies," Harry joked and squeezed her shapely ass.
Red Light District
The weekend arrived and Harry took the opportunity to visit the village of Hogsmeade early Saturday morning. Hermione planned on taking Neville later that day so that he could do a bit of shopping. Apparently, Ron was getting on her nerves, so Harry didn't see Hermione taking him to Hogsmeade any time soon. Harry made sure to keep tabs on how Ron was treating Hermione. Harry wasn't joking when he said that he would beat the shit out of Ron if he started treating Hermione like shit. So far it appeared that he was just being snarky and annoying.
The reason for Harry's early morning visit was to stop by Gladrags Wizardwear for a set of dress robes for the dance. Most, if not all, of the students had purchased theirs during the summer break, but the previous Harry hadn't been able to get his relatives to take him to Diagon Alley. By the time Harry had arrived to pick up his things, the selection was quite sparse. Only the overly gaudy and the rather plain ones were left to choose from. Harry had decided against them, remembering that there would be a wide selection in Hogsmeade once the shop owners had time to replenish their stocks. As he entered the shop, a middle-aged witch appeared with a smile on her face.
"Can I help you, young man?" she asked, looking him over. In fact, she looked him over twice, and Harry could see a slight blush creep up her neck and lightly paint her pale cheeks.
"I was hoping to check out the Dress Robes for the upcoming Yule Ball," Harry said, looking around. He didn't see many Dress Robes on display. She seemed to know what he was thinking and addressed his concern.
"Don't worry. We have plenty in stock. They're just currently in storage. We won't be bringing them into the shop until the first of November, but I have this catalog that shows everything we have. All you have to do is choose which ones you want, get measured, pay, and you can either pick them up here or have them sent to you by owl," she smiled at him. Harry nodded and took the catalog from her.
He flipped through the pages, skipping over the boring, plain ones and the ones with ruffles and tassels. Harry particularly liked looking at the girls' robes. The pictures had sexy, female models that wiggled around in their tiny robes while blowing him kisses. Finally, Harry found a great set that was quite pricey. Harry pointed them out. "These are the ones I want," he told her. She scooted closer and looked at him over his shoulder. The shopkeeper may not have been the sexiest witch around, but she did smell really good. He felt his cock twitch in his trousers.
The set he chose was form-fitting and silver in color. The silver shimmered in a very light iridescent blue when looked at from a different angle. The robes were trimmed in charcoal gray. He specifically chose a neutral color so as to not clash with his future date, whoever she may be.
"An excellent choice!" the shopkeeper said exuberantly, seeing the fat commission that she would receive from selling such an expensive set of robes. "Is it just the robes, or do you want …"
"I want the Deluxe Set," Harry told her.
"Of course, sir!" she said, straightening up. The Deluxe set came with a matching Acromantula silk tie, a white dress shirt, black dress trousers, black dress socks, and black Dragonhide dress shoes. "That will be … two hundred and fifty Galleons."
Harry took a few minutes to count out the correct amount of gold coins, but once he did, the shopkeeper appeared to become even more eager. "Now that that's taken care of …" she said to him. "We need to get your measurements. A robe like that needs to fit like a glove."
Soon after, Harry found himself in the back room, standing there with his arms and legs apart. The shopkeeper was down on her knees measuring his inseam. Her hand crept up the inside of his thigh, and she gave him a squeeze. Harry didn't even jump, he was so used to being felt up by passing females. "Sorry," she giggled with a handful of his junk. "I have to move it out of the way to get a proper measurement."
"It's alright," Harry said with a straight face. She wasn't merely moving it out of the way. Her hand was fondling his groin which made him grow hard.
"My, my …" she giggled again. "You're certainly going to make your date a very happy girl."
Harry was forced to spend the next ten minutes getting groped by the shopkeeper. It wasn't the worst thing that had ever happened to him, he thought as he left Gladrags. With nothing left to do, he was planning on visiting Tonks to do a bit of flirting when he saw a cute redhead peeking around the corner of a shop. She looked from right to left, making sure the coast was clear before she ran down the lane a bit. Harry smirked and ran after her. She didn't notice him coming up behind her until he loudly called out, "GINNY WEASLEY!"
"EEEP!" Ginny yelped and jumped. She turned around, wild-eyed until she saw his smirking face. Her surprised look turned into a glare.
"SHHHH!" she shushed him.
"Are you allowed to be wandering around here during a non-Hogsmeade weekend?" Harry chuckled at her. She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into a side alley.
"Stop being so loud!" she quietly yelled at him. "No, I'm not supposed to be here, hence the reason for me trying to be quiet!" she complained. Harry guessed that her brothers, Fred and George, had told her how to sneak out of the castle. Harry shook his head sadly and tutted.
"Poor, little rule breaker," he said sadly. "That'll be a month of detention you know?"
"It won't be if you can keep your big mouth shut!"
Harry snickered. "Why'd you sneak out here? And by the way, aren't you friends with Hermione? Why didn't you just ask her to bring you out here?"
"I am friends with Hermione, but she already promised to take Neville today and Lavender tomorrow. She won't be able to take me until next weekend at the soonest. The reason why I snuck out is that Madam Laurraine's Boutique is getting their fresh stock of dresses in," she said, suddenly blushing red.
Harry knew that that particular boutique sold secondhand dresses as well as new ones. "And you want to get first choice?" Ginny nodded.
"I don't have much money, and I'm hoping they have some good secondhand dresses for cheap. The dress I have is a bit old-fashioned," she said, embarrassed.
"So you know about the Ball already?" Harry asked. Again she nodded.
"My mum told me this summer."
Her mother likely wanted her to get a headstart on trying to score a date with Neville. From what Harry had seen, Neville didn't look too interested in Ron's little sister. Perhaps that would change someday, but for the time being, Ginny would have to find another date for the Ball.
"Isn't the Ball for fourth-years and above?" Harry suddenly remembered.
"Yeah, but there's several fourth and fifth-years that like me. I'm certain I'll get asked by someone," she told him honestly. It made sense, and he nodded.
"Hey, I was wondering … What are your plans for after school? Do you have a job or a contract lined up?"
Ginny's first instinct was to tell him to mind his own business, but this was Harry Potter. Harry would most likely still be the Magical Sexuality assistant for the rest of his time at Hogwarts. That meant that if she annoyed him now, he might just pay her back later when she needed his help. As such, she decided to be honest with him.
"Well … My mum worked at Milkies when she graduated, but I don't think I have the bust to follow in her footsteps," she told him. She blushed slightly when he looked at her breasts. "And I haven't been offered a contract with anyone else."
"I'm planning on opening several businesses. Maybe you can come work with me," he told her. She perked up slightly.
"Oh? What kind of businesses?" she asked. Harry shook his head.
"I'm still making plans. How about I meet up with you and your mum this summer, and we can talk about a contract?" Harry asked her. Ginny blushed slightly but looked pleased.
"That sounds okay," she said, sounding a bit shy now.
Harry was going to need many girls to work for him. Ginny would certainly be a good worker and could earn him quite a bit of gold. She would grow up to be quite sexy, he knew. It was smart to get her locked down with a contract early on before her fifth year when she really blossomed. A bonus was that it would likely infuriate Ron to know that his sister was one of his whores, and that he could use her body any time he wanted. He was thinking about doing the same to Hannah. The girl was turning into a top-notch anal-whore.
"As far as your dress is concerned, how about we make a deal?" Harry suddenly asked. She raised her eyebrow.
"What kind of deal?"
"I'll buy you the dress of your choice, brand new if you come to my room tonight and try it on for me?" he teased her. Ginny blushed madly. Harry would have bought it for her out of loyalty alone, but Ginny Weasley would never accept charity from a near stranger. Harry didn't want to date her or anything like that, but she had been a really good friend to him in his past life. He would make sure that she was properly taken care of. Though she wouldn't accept charity, she would definitely believe that he was a sexual miscreant ready to take advantage of her situation.
"Just try it on … Nothing else, right?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. Harry smiled innocently.
"Of course," he lied easily. Just because he wanted to make sure that she lived a safe and easy life didn't mean that he wouldn't pound her from behind like a ten-knut whore.
"I guess that'll be okay," she told him. Ginny knew that he would want more than to just look at her. Still, she didn't have to do anything that she didn't want. She would give him a sexy, little show and nothing else.
"Excellent! Come on," he said, taking her hand and pulling her into the lane. "Don't worry about being seen. I'll tell everyone that you're with me."
Together they spent the next hour buying her the sexiest outfit that Ginny Weasley had ever seen.
Chapter 11
"Did you really have to talk Ginny into coming here tonight?" Hermione huffed with her hands on her hips. "Ron's already on the verge of busting a gut. This may very well push him over the edge," she told him. Harry just smiled stupidly at her, and she rolled her eyes.
"Ron needs to learn to relax. Perhaps if he got laid, then maybe he wouldn't be such a pain in the ass," Harry responded.
"Yes, but for him to get laid, he must have a willing partner. He's been very annoying lately, and I doubt there are many girls that would want to be around him for any period of time, much less offer their bodies to him," she honestly replied.
"True, but that's still his problem … not yours and not mine."
Hermione huffed again and relented. She then smiled at him. "It was very nice of you to buy her that dress. She wouldn't shut up about how beautiful the dress is and how sexy she's going to look at the dance."
Harry smiled back at her. "It is a very sexy dress. By the way, I heard that you're taking Lavender to Hogsmeade tomorrow. Is there any chance that you're also buying a new dress?"
Hermione blushed fiercely and refused to answer. Harry had recently given her a large sack of Galleons to buy whatever she needed for the upcoming Ball. "I want my assistant to look her very best," he told her. Harry chuckled as she looked away, her face cherry red.
"When is Ginny coming over?" Hermione asked, changing the subject. There was a knock on the door.
"Now, I guess," Harry said, checking his watch. He told her to come over sometime after dinner, but he didn't expect her to show up almost as soon as they left the Great Hall. Hermione walked over to the door and opened it up. Sure enough, Ginny Weasley was standing there holding a dress bag. The two girls whispered for a moment before Hermione grabbed her stuff and left. When the door closed behind her, Ginny's face began to turn slightly pink.
"I'm here," she announced herself.
"So it would seem," Harry said, amused. "There's the bathroom right there." Harry pointed at the door. "You can put on your dress then come out and show me," Harry told her. Ginny blushed and nodded. Once she was in the bathroom, Harry poured a couple of glasses of wine. Harry made sure to always have several bottles of quality wine on hand. It was something told to him by Bella. She said that it was a good way to get girls to relax. Ginny was in there for about five minutes until finally, the door opened.
Red Light District
Ginny's heart was pounding when she stepped out of the bathroom. She hadn't told anyone that she was coming to see Harry that night. All of her girlfriends would have squealed and teased her relentlessly, while her brother would have probably gone mental. She definitely didn't want Neville to know that she was coming to see another boy, although, he would know about it eventually. The following year, she would be joining the Magical Sexuality class, and he would definitely know that she was having sex with another boy. Her dream was that he would declare his love for her and keep her from offering her body to another. Sadly, that's all it was, she thought … a dream. Neville didn't spare her a second glance even on her best days. While she would continue to hope, she was content to move on and live her life. 'Maybe he'll change his mind when he sees me in this dress,' she thought as she stood in front of Harry Potter.
She saw his eyes roam down her body, and Ginny's face began to heat up again. Her dress, which was very dark green … Sacramento Green is what the saleswoman had called it, covered little and displayed a lot. Her dress was basically a tube of stretchy material that clung to her body so tightly that Harry could see the exact shape of her form. Every curve of her body was fully on display. Truthfully, she felt like she was almost naked. The top of the dress barely covered her nipples, and the bottom was so short that her panties could be seen if she bent over slightly. She watched his eyes travel the length of her smooth legs all the way down to her matching high heels. Ginny trembled slightly, never having had a boy look at so much of her before. "Do you like it?" she asked before she could stop herself. Harry smiled at her.
She found him handsome, and from what the older girls in Gryffindor said, she knew that he had a really nice body. Ginny would go quiet and listen intently whenever Angelina Johnson and her friends gossiped about him in the Common Room. They talked about the size of his penis, which supposedly was very large, and giggled about the amount of orgasms they had during class. Their conversations embarrassed her to no end, but another part of her found them thrilling. In less than a year's time, she thought, she would be in the same class, crying out as he ravaged her body over and over. A shuddered gasp left Ginny's throat as Harry closed in on her. His hands gripped her slim waist, and he slowly spun her around. Her breath hitched as his hands lowered slightly, moving from her waist down and over her curved hips. Her dress was so short that his fingertips accidentally brushed against the soft skin of her upper thighs. The moment they did, her body erupted in goosebumps.
"I love it," he finally answered her. "You look very sexy," he told her, and her face burned. "You look like a woman," he whispered into her ear while caressing her thighs.
Any words that she might have responded with became caught in her throat. All she had ever wanted for the last few years was to be seen as a woman. She wanted to be treated as an adult by her parents. She wanted her brothers to stop treating her as their baby sister who needed to be coddled, and she especially wanted to be seen as a sexual being by the Boy Who Lived. Now, it seemed that her dreams were so close that they could almost be touched. When he took his hands from her body, Ginny turned around. "Let's have a drink," he said.
Following him to the couch, she sat down and took the offered glass. When she took a sip, she must have pulled a face, because Harry laughed lightly.
"It's wine," he told her. Ginny blushed again, upset that she acted like a child in front of him after he had just called her a woman.
"I-I know. I was just caught off guard," she lied and was happy to see him drop the subject. Ginny steeled herself and took another drink. This was her first time having alcohol, and it wasn't as good as she thought it would be. It wasn't bad per se … She just wasn't used to it. She took another drink and listened to Harry chit-chat with her. Before long, her glass was empty, and she was feeling quite light while her head was buzzing a bit. She didn't notice that she was giggling at his jokes much more than she had been earlier in the night. She also didn't notice that she was being quite a bit flirtier than normal. At some point, one of them scooted closer. Ginny couldn't remember which one had done it. What she did know was that his hand was massaging the inside of her thigh while his lips placed soft kisses on her neck and bare shoulder. Ginny giggled happily.
Red Light District
Once Harry noticed that Ginny was tipsy after only one glass, he decided to hold off on any serious physical activities. After all, it wasn't like they had already done it before and this was just another night of fun for them. As far as he could tell, Ginny was still a virgin, and he didn't want to take advantage of the situation. Besides, there would be other nights. Still, he would work his magic and leave her coming back for more.
She was squirming against the couch cushions as he let his fingers crawl up the inside of her thigh. He could feel the heat emanating from between her legs. He could smell the scent of her arousal drifting over them as he kissed and nipped at her neck. She shuddered violently when he moved his lips to her shoulder. Her hand was squeezing his forearm as his hand gripped her thigh tightly. He couldn't tell if she wanted to push his hand away or pull it in and force his hand to her panty-covered crotch. From her shaky moans, Harry guessed that it was closer to the latter. Harry had to end this before he decided to say fuck it and strip her of her sexy, new dress. "It's getting late," he stated with his lips still tasting her sweet skin.
"Uh-huh," she breathlessly agreed.
"I'll walk you back to your Common Room," he told her. "But first …"
Ginny turned his way, and he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Ginny moaned deeply into his mouth, then groaned when he broke the kiss too quickly for her liking. "Don't worry," he told her. "You can see me again later if you want. All you have to do is talk to Hermione and set up a meeting," he explained, kissing her lips again.
"Okay," she responded softly, her lips quivering as she desperately wanted another kiss. Harry gave her what she wanted and once again ended it too soon. He was sure that she would be contacting him for another meeting sooner rather than later.
Red Light District
"OH!" a feminine moan cried out through the classroom. "Slow down, Harry! It feels too good!" Bella begged as she faced the class who was eagerly watching. The bed was once again front and center with Bella in the doggystyle position. She was facing the class as was Harry who was plowing into her asshole from behind. Harry answered her by giving her shapely ass a hard slap. The loud smack echoed off of the stone walls. He pushed all the way in, drawing a whorish moan of delight from his gorgeous "boss". Bella clawed at the bedsheets as her body bucked. This was her third orgasm of the class.
Bella flicked her head and flipped her hair out of her sweaty face. "Now … What was my mistake?" she asked, breathing heavily while Harry was still balls deep inside of her ass. Harry was toying with the soft skin of her ass while slowly thrusting back and forth.
Harry looked around the room and saw many faces with pink cheeks. By then, all the girls were used to being completely nude. They sat there straight-backed with their teenage tits proudly displayed. Some of the girls sat there breathing heavily while their hands sneakily moved underneath their desks. Harry knew that they were masturbating while watching him defile their professor. Bella's back was nice and slick from the sweat, and he couldn't help but lean down and kiss her shoulder. She tasted of salt, and her body was very warm to the touch. While down there, he fondled her tits and rolled her hard nipples between his fingers.
"You asked him to slow down," Hannah called out instinctively then blushed as the rest of the class giggled. She liked it better when he was rough with her ass, so she assumed that every other girl would as well.
"You're exactly right, Miss Abbott. If a client pays his hard-earned money for anal sex, he expects you to take it hard and fast … unless, of course, he wants it nice and slow. While anal sex might not be everyone's cup of tea, if you have a good partner, they can make the experience magical EEP!" Bella squealed as Harry pushed deep inside of her while reaching underneath and pinching her clit softly. The class burst into a giggle fit as Bella came on his cock again. Harry moaned as she tightened her ass around him. She could feel his hips begin to move faster again. "Not inside my ass, Harry," Bella instructed. "I have a meeting after class, and I'd prefer it if my bowels weren't full of your cum." She studied the girls who were all watching intently. "Miss Davis. Up here, please," she ordered.
Tracey Davis stood up, and her heart began beating fast. She moved quickly to the bed, not wanting to annoy the teacher. "Harry is going to cum on you. Show us what you've learned," Bella said to her.
The cute, dark-haired girl slowly dropped to her knees while Harry was still fucking Bella's ass. Tracey was nervous and wanted to get this right. Remembering their previous lessons, Tracey tilted her head up slightly. She placed her hands underneath her perky tits, cupping them. She lifted them up and presented them to Harry. Tracey then opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.
Bella squealed as Harry's cock was pulled from her lubricated asshole. She then looked at Tracey and nodded, satisfied with the girl's position. "Very good. Let him choose whether to cum on your face, in your mouth, or on your tits."
Harry, meanwhile, stroked his long, thick cock and grunted as he began to release. A thick rope of cum slashed across her pretty face, some of it landing on her tongue. Harry grunted again and this time, his aim was a bit better. A fat glob of hot cum hit her directly in the mouth. Tracey gagged slightly when it hit the back of her throat. More cum erupted from the tip, painting her face and the tops of her tits. Cum slid down her breasts and dripped into her cleavage. When she was done, she stood up feeling proud. Covered in cum, she swallowed what was in her mouth while Harry tickled her wet pussy with his talented fingers.
"Excellent job, Miss Davis. Your mother would be proud. She was an upper-class whore at the High Roller if I remember correctly. Her specialty was giving blow jobs, correct?"
Tracey nodded her head as Harry waved his wand and vanished the mess on her face and tits. She smiled appreciatively at him before answering. "Yes, ma'am. She taught me a few things this summer, but there's only so much you can learn without an actual partner," she said, blushing slightly.
"That is true. A practice partner is crucial during your training. That's why I suggest that you talk to Miss Granger and arrange for some time with Mr. Potter here," Bella said, climbing off the bed and fluffing her hair. Tracey nodded and agreed that she would talk to Hermione sometime soon. She wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps and become the best cocksucker in Diagon Alley. Her mother told her stories about how rich men would come from all over the world just to experience one of her legendary blowjobs. Her ability to make men cum with her lips and tongue was the reason why she retired as one of the richest whores in the country.
Red Light District
After classes had ended but before dinner started, Hermione was having a meeting with Harry in his room.
"Harry!" she squealed and arched her back. She was on her hands and knees looking through her notebook while Harry brutally fucked her from behind. "I can't work like this!" she cried out as her pussy began massaging his thrusting shaft.
"A good assistant can work under any conditions," Harry teased her as he angled his hips and rammed the head of his cock right against her g-spot. Hermione squealed again, and he felt her pussy tighten around him. The wet sounds of her pussy being fucked were getting louder, telling him that she was getting wetter by the second. Hermione huffed angrily, but it came out sounding more like a pleasured moan. The notebook was bouncing around on the mattress while her body was being jerked back and forth. It was nearly impossible to read, she thought with some annoyance. Hermione decided to trust her memory rather than her eyes.
"Daphne is begging for another night with you. She needs to learn to not be so greedy," Hermione stated. It was easy enough for her to say that when she had almost unrestricted access to his cock.
"The Gryffindor girls are planning to throw a party, and they want you there for a bit of … entertainment," Hermione said before a deep moan left her lips. Harry's thumb began rubbing circles around her puckered hole. Angelina and Alicia said that she needed to convince him because she owed it to their House as a Gryffindor herself.
"When is this?" Harry moaned as her pussy walls were fluttering. Her tight, little cunt was already starting to milk his cock.
"Weekend," she moaned. "Saturday night!" Hermione bucked as pussy juice began liberally dripping from her stuffed twat. The blanket underneath her crotch was completely soaked through, and his room reeked of sex. The inside of her thighs were glistening wet and quivering in delight.
"That sounds good," Harry groaned, slapping Hermione's ass cheek and making her cry out in pleasured pain. "Anything else?" he asked as his hips moved faster. The sounds of her tight suction were getting louder. Harry leaned down and pressed her body flat against his bed. Her face was mashed into her notebook, crinkling her important schedule and notes. His hand slid between her belly and the mattress, and Harry eased it down until it was between her legs. He found her clit swollen with arousal, and it only took a few seconds of playing with it until she screamed in orgasmic bliss. Hermione was pinned to the bed, getting fucked like the little slut that she was. Her pussy was clamping down on him, fluttering around him, and attempting to milk the cum from his balls.
"G-Ginny was asking about you! And Cho Chang wants an appointment!" Hermione squealed as her body tried to thrash around but was unable to do so. Harry's front was pressed against her naked back, and his cock was furiously thrusting into her cumming pussy. Finally, Harry grunted and filled her slutty pussy with his seed. When he pushed himself up and pulled out of her, he wiped the cum still clinging to the tip of his cock against her asshole, making her jump in surprise.
"Cho would be good," Harry said, breathing heavily while wiping the sweat from his forehead. He got up and poured himself a glass of water which he downed in one go. He then filled it back up and handed it to his assistant. Hermione gratefully took it when she too sat up. Having a sexy Asian girl in bed definitely wouldn't be a bad thing. "And what was Ginny asking about?"
"She said that you offered her a job," Hermione answered, rubbing the cold glass against her sweaty forehead. Harry rolled his eyes.
"I said that I'd meet with her and her mother this summer and talk about it. What do you think about it? As my Business Manager, you'd be in charge of her," Harry asked her. Hermione blushed fiercely at being called a Business Manager.
"Well … She's quite clever and headstrong. She doesn't let anyone push her around, especially her brother, Ron. She's pretty, and I'm sure she'll do well in training next year. She's a good friend whenever I stay at the Burrow. That's what Ron's home is called by the way. At school, we don't spend as much time together, but she's still a friend. I imagine that she'll be a good worker," she told him. Harry already knew all of this, of course. He just wanted Hermione to feel included in the decision-making. He nodded at her.
"I'll keep that in mind. We better take a shower. Dinner will be served soon," he reminded her and smacked her on the bare ass when she stood up and began walking toward the shower. Hermione squealed and clenched her butt cheeks. She looked back at him with a small glare, and Harry laughed and followed her into the shower for a bit more fun before dinner.
Chapter 12
The music was loud and the bass was thumping, and Harry was sure that one of the older girls had done some magic on the abandoned room to keep the noise from penetrating the corridor. The room was larger than a normal classroom by at least double. Harry suspected that it might have been a dueling chamber at one point. Now, however, it went unused and forgotten, tucked away in a far corner of the castle. At the moment, it didn't look abandoned. Large, comfortable couches were placed along walls and angled to create seating sections. The cold, stone floor was covered in thick, Persian rugs, and the fireplace was bright and crackling with flames. A metal grate was placed over the front to keep any drunk teens from falling in. He thought that was a mighty good idea since more than one girl was stumbling around with a bottle in their hand.
A loud feminine squeal was followed by loud laughter. On the other side of the room, several girls cried out, "Oooooh!" in their warbling, girlish way when something sexy happened or was said. Harry was unable to look over and see what was going on. He had his hands full.
Katie Bell tilted his head back while Alicia Spinnet poured firewhiskey down his throat. She was a bit too tipsy and ended up splashing some down his chin. That was okay because Angelina grabbed the back of his head and mashed her naked tits against his face. She wiggled them from side to side, motorboating him while Ginny and Parvati took turns on his cock.
"Wiggle your tongue right here where his balls meet his cock," Parvati instructed Ginny who was sucking on his sack. Ginny did as she was told and moved her mouth up. She could instantly tell that Parvati was correct by the way Harry's body stiffened under her gentle ministrations. While she swirled her tongue on his special spot, Parvati wrapped her lips around his head and began bobbing up and down.
Harry moaned into Angelina's pillowy tits. Her perfume was delightful, and for some strange reason, when she stuffed one of her nipples into his mouth, it tasted sweet. 'She must be wearing some kind of sweet-tasting body lotion or something,' he thought happily. He couldn't wait to taste the rest of her sweet body. Harry moaned against the hard nub as Ginny sucked his entire sack into her mouth. Angelina pulled his head harder against her tit, and her fingers threaded through his hair. Harry let her dark, crinkled nipple go with a wet pop before pushing her breasts together and making them jiggle. Angelina giggled, "I told you he was a 'tit-man'."
"I thought he was an 'ass-man'," Alicia giggled, and when he turned his head to look at her, she pressed her naked ass against his face and began to bounce it. Angelina pushed against the back of his head until his face had spread her cheeks apart. Alicia squealed happily when she felt his warm tongue lapping at her asshole. Katie was pawing at his body and waiting for her turn to have her hard, pink nipples sucked on. Her hand was between her parted legs, and her fingers were sliding over her warm, wet pussy lips.
Hermione was watching from a couch and rolled her eyes. The three Chaser girls were always the horniest of all Gryffindor girls. They even outmatched her roommate, Lavender, which was really saying something. Hermione tipped her head back with her lips against the rim of the bottle. She drank deeply which only added to her slightly drunken demeanor. Girls clapped on the other side of the room, and she saw Lavender spinning around a silver, metal pole while upside down. She was always bragging about her pole dancing skills. Hermione had thought that she was exaggerating, but now, it appeared that she was telling the truth. Her big tits nearly spilled out of the top of her bra as she hung upside down before she flipped back to right-side-up. As she slid down the pole, her body rotated, spinning around it in circles. Behind her, her long, blonde hair fanned out as she spun. When her high-heeled feet hit the floor, all the girls around her clapped and cheered again. Even Hermione was slightly impressed by her skills on the pole. It also made her kind of nervous since they all would have to learn pole dancing… including her. She saw Harry stand up, and she heard Ginny whine pathetically. There was no doubt that Ginny wanted to remain on her knees until Harry finished in her mouth. The young redhead kept her hand on his cock and slowly tugged on it while Angelina kissed him deeply.
She had watched him fuck over a dozen girls already. It was amazing to her that he still had the stamina to continue. It also amazed her that Angelina kept coming back for more. All three of her holes had been stretched wide that night, and one would think that she had had enough. Instead, she would come back, rub her big, bouncing tits in his face, and Harry would fuck her again. Truthfully, she was a bit jealous, but not of him having sex with all those other girls. Hermione was jealous of how sexy Angelina was, and how she was able to get what she wanted with only a few shakes of her big breasts. It wasn't fair, she sighed to herself … but then again, life in general wasn't fair.
"You alright, Hermione?" Harry suddenly asked. Hermione softly gasped and jumped, not hearing him sneak up on her. He plopped down on the couch next to her, his legs slightly open. He didn't care one bit that his long, hard cock was sticking straight up from between his legs. Hermione looked at it and blushed slightly before looking away. She was pretending like it wasn't a big deal. He placed his hand on her thigh and began gently moving it up and down, caressing her incredibly soft skin. Hermione's face grew warm, and her pussy started to tingle.
"Yeah … I just drank a bit too much and got buzzed too quickly. I was just sitting here to calm down," she told him which was only partly true. She was wearing a tiny, white dress that Lavender had picked out for her during their Hogsmeade shopping trip. Her face flushed, both from the alcohol and from Harry's hand slipping underneath the hem. She felt his fingers touch the crotch of her cotton panties. Hermione opened her legs slightly and rested her thigh on top of his.
"Well, then … just relax," he told her and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side. With her wet pussy uncovered, he began rubbing his finger back and forth over her slit. Hermione shuddered under his touch. Harry whistled appreciatively, and Hermione looked at him. She followed his gaze and saw two sixth-year girls going at it on one of the couches. They were both nude and vigorously scissoring with each other. Both of their pink pussies were shiny with wetness. Hermione gasped out loud when Harry's finger brushed against her throbbing clit. One of the girls had her eyes closed and was biting her lower lip sexily while her hands massaged her perky tits. Harry loved watching her pinch and pull on her little, pink nipples as she slightly arched her back in pleasure. "That's quite the sight, isn't it?" Harry asked her.
Hermione squeaked softly as he pinched her clit. Her hand clamped down hard on his forearm as he stroked her slick pussy. By then, a very upbeat song had come on, and the three Chasers were dancing together, their nude bodies rubbing. Girls off to the side were drinking deeply from their cups while another girl was sucking malted firewhiskey from a tube and funnel while others were yelling, "Chug! Chug! Chug!"
By then, Lavender had shed her clothes and was shaking her ass while gripping the dancer's pole. Harry could see her thick cheeks slapping together and occasionally giving him a peek at her tight, little pussy. His vision of the naked blonde was suddenly blocked by Ginny Weasley. Her hair was slightly messy and the front of her white t-shirt was wet with spilled beer. Over the last few minutes, she somehow lost her skirt and was wearing only a purple g-string to cover her pussy. In her hand was a plastic cup freshly filled with beer. Harry saw her taking several peeks at his hard cock.
"Umm … Harry? … Can I …?"
"You want to suck on it again?" Harry asked her. Ginny blushed pink and silently nodded. Harry smiled wickedly and held out his hand. "Cup," he ordered. Ginny looked confused but handed it to him nonetheless. Harry took it from her and chugged it down before tossing away the empty, plastic cup. Harry then scooped Hermione up and placed her on his lap.
"Harry!" Hermione squeaked as some of her wine cooler spilled on the couch. Another thing that he noticed about this reality was that their choices of alcohol in the magical world were much greater than before. Hermione seemed to prefer wine coolers … the Pink Dragon flavored ones. As her ass touched his belly, he stopped her from squirming and placed his hands on her knees. He pulled them open and hiked up her dress, revealing her damp, white panties to Ginny.
"First, help me take Hermione's panties off, then you can suck on my cock as much as you want," Harry told her. Ginny's face was bright pink, but she used her shaky hands to pull Hermione's panties down over her hips and off her legs. Harry had his hands on Hermione's thighs, keeping her legs wide open. He could see that Ginny had a hard time not looking at Hermione's pussy. Instead, she stayed quiet and ducked her head down beneath Hermione's ass. Harry felt Ginny's soft, warm lips engulf his throbbing shaft. Harry moaned and kissed the side of Hermione's neck as his fingers began playing with her soft, wet petals. Pleasured moans made him look over and see that Sally-Anne Perks was furiously thrusting into Parvati's pussy from behind using a long, thick dildo.
Ginny wrapped her lips around it tightly and began sucking while bobbing her head. She angled her eyes upward and saw Hermione's puckered hole staring right back at her. The smell of pussy was strong, which was unsurprising given that Hermione's incredibly wet pussy was only inches away from her nostrils. She could hear Hermione's soft gasps and moans along with the slight hitches in her breathing. Being so close to Hermione's pussy really embarrassed her. She wasn't used to being this open … sexually that is. She knew that she would have to do stuff with girls eventually, but up until then, the most she had ever done was sharing Harry's cock with Parvati. There was also the time when she and Luna had practiced kissing when they were younger, but that was only kid stuff, she thought. Ginny lowered her head until Harry's cock was all the way down her throat. She gagged and instinctively pulled away. Harry's cock emerged from her throat, wet with her saliva. Looking up, she saw Harry's fingers toying with Hermione's pussy. Her lips were spread open, and Ginny could see the light pink color of her insides. She could see Hermione's clit swollen with need. Ginny blushed again, and her face heated up even more. Hermione's pussy looked pretty and clean. She knew that was a strange thought to have, but she couldn't help it. Hermione had a beautiful pussy, plain and simple. She briefly wished that hers was as sexy as Hermione's. Her inner lips hung down a little more than Hermione's, and her outer lips weren't as cute and puffy either. She suddenly wondered who was tighter, her or Hermione. Then she remembered that she was still a sad, little virgin while Hermione was constantly getting fucked by this beast, she thought as she rubbed her thumb against the underside of his shaft. Harry's cock was massive, and there was no doubt that he had stretched Hermione's pussy to the breaking point. Still, she had learned that, thankfully, the girls were provided with potions and creams to regain previously lost tightness. If not, then most girls would be sent to the brothels with pussies the size of the Great Hall after Harry had his fun stretching them out of shape. Ginny almost snorted at the thought before remembering that her pussy would soon be stretched out of shape as well. Wet, sloshing noises made her look up, and she saw that Hermione was now being finger-fucked right in front of her. She lowered her head and licked the underside of Harry's bulbous head, making him shudder with pleasure.
Bringing him pleasure made Ginny feel good … like she was doing a good job. All she wanted was to be with Neville, and it seemed that her only shot was to fuck him so incredibly well that he absolutely had to keep her with him. She may even have to tempt him with threesomes. In order to do that, she first had to learn how to fuck, and she needed to get used to being with other girls. She reminded herself to talk to Hermione again after the party … and after they've recovered from their hangovers, she thought as more girls shouted, "Chug! Chug! Chug!"
Red Light District
"Wake up!" Harry heard the annoying whine of one, Miss Susan Bones. He felt his body jerk from side to side as she shook his shoulder. Harry groaned in annoyance and tried to roll over. He could hear Hannah's amused giggles as she stood off to the side.
"Go … Away … " Harry pleaded in a gravelly, tired voice.
"But it's Sunday morning, and I want you to take me to Hogsmeade!" Susan begged him, still shaking his shoulder. Harry groaned again.
"Too tired," his muffled voice said from the pillow.
"But you took Hannah yesterday morning!" she whined. "And you had been partying the night before," she said accusingly.
"I hadn't even gone to sleep. I was still drunk when I took her," he replied.
Harry had gone straight from the Friday night, Gryffindor party back to his dorm, expecting a good night's sleep. Instead, he found Hannah begging him to go to Hogsmeade so she could buy some new type or color of makeup that had just come out. He wasn't really paying attention. Not wanting to disappoint, he took her and suffered through the long, drunken trek to the little village.
"Well then, now you can take me," Susan chirped and pulled his blanket off. Harry's eyes snapped shut when the bright, morning light hit his face.
"But I've barely slept!" Harry complained. Hannah giggled loudly.
"You've been asleep for fifteen hours," Hannah told him, unable to quell her giggle fit.
"Just five more minutes then," he begged just as Susan jumped onto his mattress which made his body bounce around. His stomach still felt a bit queasy from the party. He promised himself that he would never duel-wield two 40 oz bottles of malted firewhiskey again. His stomach churned just thinking about it. Susan snuggled up to him and nuzzled his cheek with her cute, little nose. Her hand was tickling his belly, which immediately woke up his cock. In less than a second, he was at full erection. Harry closed his eyes, enjoying the way she was touching him when he felt a pair of lips touch the head of his cock. He looked down just in time to see Hannah begin to suck him off.
Red Light District
Harry shivered and pulled his thick, winter robes tighter. The wind was whipping through the cobbled lanes harshly, making Susan's auburn locks flow out behind her as they walked.
"You really picked a good day to come out here!" Harry called out over the loud wind.
"Stop complaining!" she called back, brushing away the few hairs that were whipping against her face. "It's not that cold!" she said just before the bottom of her winter robe got caught in the wind, lifted up, and smacked her right in the face. With her robe up, there was nothing to stop her short skirt from flying up as well. The few people who were brave enough to walk around on such a day were gifted with the sight of Susan's naked ass and perfectly smooth mound. One old man looked like Christmas had come early. Harry burst out laughing while pulling her clothes down while Susan struggled. "It's not funny!" she cried out, her cheeks already a brilliant pink. "That was soooo embarrassing," she huffed. Harry calmed down and wrapped an arm around her waist. He loved feeling the curve of her wide hips.
"Let's go get warm! Sydfeid's Shop of Sex is right over there! We can look around for a while!" he said loudly as the wind was blowing even faster. Susan held her hair down to keep it from continuously smacking her in the face. To be truthful, she was having her doubts about coming to Hogsmeade that particular day, but she wasn't about to tell Harry that. Still, a few minutes out of the wind was very welcome indeed. Susan quickly nodded her head, and she was led over to the shop.
"Wotcher!" a voice called out from behind the counter.
"Heya, Tonks! Miss me?" Harry happily said.
"Like an outbreak of herpes," she smirked. "Two days in a row? Seems like you're the one that misses me." Harry had stopped by to visit Tonks the previous day while Hannah shopped. "You look a lot better. Less drunk, at least," she snorted.
"You remember what the parties back at Hogwarts were like," Harry explained while Tonks nodded. She had been through some ragers back then. More than once she had stayed up all night partying and then visited Hogsmeade the next day. It was brutal, but she wouldn't trade those memories for anything.
"Do you have this shirt in small?" Susan asked, holding up a white shirt that didn't appear to have any front buttons. There was only an excess bit of material at the bottom of each side where they tied together. No doubt her tits would be falling out of that shirt. Tonks looked at her chest.
"You might want to shoot for a medium. These shirts tend to run small, and I don't know if it can keep your tits from exploding out," she explained while Susan blushed slightly.
"I'll try both sizes," Susan said.
"There's more on the rack in the back … right next to the changing room," she pointed where to go. Susan thanked her and walked back there, leaving the pair alone.
"So, Tonkie-Poo," Harry teased her before she punched him on the shoulder. "How'd you end up with this job?"
"This is Mum's shop," she told him while leaning over to check her inventory. Harry could see right down the front of her low-cut shirt. "The shop was given to her when she graduated from school. Did the name confuse you?" she asked and Harry nodded. "She just kept the same name when she took over," she explained. Harry heard Susan pawing through the racks in the back of the shop.
"I was wondering why you didn't get a job in a brothel. You're certainly sexy enough," he told her. Tonks shot him a sexy smile.
"You have no idea …" she laughed lightly. "I didn't work in a whorehouse because I could make more money here. I also do some modeling on the side for extra money," she said.
"Oh? Maybe you'd send me a few photos sometime," he said cheekily. Tonks snorted and flicked his forehead with her finger. Harry hissed in pain and vigorously rubbed his forehead. A red spot was beginning to form.
"If only you were so lucky," she chuckled and heaved a heavy box onto the counter. Harry took the opportunity to check her out. She was quite sexy, and Harry was already making plans to get her to work for him in some manner. While waiting for Susan, Harry chatted with her some more to help build up their blossoming friendship. When she finally came back, Susan paid for a size medium.
"I'll see you later, Tonks!" Harry called out as they left the store. He'd make sure to write to her a few times every week to keep him on her mind.
"Bye, Harry!" she called back right before they went back out into the fierce windstorm.
Red Light District
As it turned out, Susan was quite eager to go back to school not long after. Her hair was a complete mess, and they had been chilled to the bone.
"Back already?" Hannah asked as she started following him back to his room. Susan followed as well. Once in his dorm, Harry shrugged off his thick robe and shivered as he rubbed his bare arms.
"Yeah …" Susan's teeth chattered.
"Weather's bad," Harry finished her sentence. "Poor Suzie's freezing her tits off," he chuckled, teasing the cold girl. The cute redhead glared at him.
"Doesn't look like it to me," Hannah giggled and squeezed Susan's big breast causing her to squeak.
"If y-you are both d-done teasing me …" Susan sniffed airily.
"How about we warm you up a bit?" Harry smiled at her and immediately began stripping her down. Hannah quickly joined in, and within a few moments, all three got into Harry's bed completely nude. Harry pulled the curtains shut, blocking them from view. Susan laid back with her head on Harry's fluffy pillow with Harry and Hannah settling on each side of her. They lay at her side, and each of them pulled a leg, spreading her open. Harry leaned in and started laying soft kisses all over her right breast. Hannah followed his lead and did the same to her left one. Susan closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. The bed was so warm, as was their soft lips. Each of their hands moved to the junction between her legs. Hannah instinctively went for her tight, puckered hole while Harry's fingers found her sopping wet pussy lips. Susan gasped loudly when Hannah began rubbing her asshole while Harry lightly bit down on her hard, aching nipple. Susan arched her back as Hannah started kissing down her belly. Harry watched as she sexily wiggled her tongue inside Susan's belly button. Susan's pussy was drenching his fingers. When Hannah's lips lowered even further, Susan's pussy began squeezing his thrusting fingers tightly.
Just as Hannah reached her hairless mound, Harry pulled his fingers from within and found them completely soaked in her juices. Susan bucked as Hannah began kissing her swollen clit, and Harry placed his fingers at her lips. Susan took his fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean. He could feel her wet tongue swirling around them. When he pulled them from her mouth, he leaned in and kissed her passionately. She moaned into his mouth as he massaged her tongue with his. Down below, he could hear the sounds of wet slurping as Hannah began lapping at her drenched folds. When Harry looked over at her, she had Susan's knees wide apart as she devoured her wet pussy. Breaking the kiss, Harry moved behind Hannah. As soon as he did, her knees spread open wide revealing her glistening folds. Harry took a cheek in each hand and spread her open. Her asshole looked virgin-tight even though he stretched her out several times a week. He already knew that she was on the potions that would tighten her back up. Hogwarts girls wouldn't normally do that since they wanted their assholes stretched out so that the pain was minimal. Hannah, however, was a true-blue anal whore and loved the pain that came with the exquisite pleasure. She also loved to make Harry moan with her tight ass. It was something that made her stand out from the rest of the girls.
Harry grabbed the bottle of peppermint anal lubricant and squirted it all over Hannah's wiggling ass. He then squirted some on his cock and rubbed it in. When the tip of his cock touched Hannah's winking hole, Susan was already bowing her back as she came hard on her friend's tongue. Harry plunged in and immediately began thrusting. Instantly, Hannah began moaning like a whore and squeezing his cock with her ass. He loved the way her wide ass jiggled as he viciously pounded her into sexual oblivion. A hard slap on her ass made her cry out in pleasure, and she answered by throwing her ass back hard and taking him to the hilt. It wasn't long before Harry felt the sweet coil of release creeping up on him. "Here it comes!" Harry called out.
The girls scrambled until they were both on their knees, the sides of their heads touching. They both opened their mouths and stuck out their tongues. Harry shot a thick rope of cum at their faces, coating their tongues. He worked his cock rapidly and shot another rope onto Hannah's forehead. Another load hit Susan directly in the mouth. When Susan held up her tits, Harry couldn't refuse and shot another load onto her beautiful breasts. He then grabbed the back of Hannah's head and shoved his cock down her throat. Hannah dutifully sucked him clean while Susan licked the cum from her face. His Sunday was turning out to be a good one.