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Harry's Perfect Summer (Ch. 4 - Playing with Hermione)
🕑 Added 2024-01-31 05:24:20 +0000 UTCHarry woke up early the next morning, already hard and wanting more of what he experienced the night before. He rubbed himself off in the shower and got dressed before going down to breakfast, a jump in his step at his newfound confidence from yesterday's events. The three mothers were already there, sitting together and chatting quietly amongst themselves.
The women were dressed beautifully as always, each one showcasing their own unique style. Lily wore a flowing summer dress that accentuated her curves perfectly while Emma donned a tight pair of short shorts paired with a cropped tank top that left her midriff exposed. Meanwhile, Anastasia had opted for a sleek, form-fitting gown that clung to her figure like a second skin.
As Harry sat down at the table, he couldn't help but wonder if the three mothers remembered anything from the previous night. He knew that Lily had been quite drunk, and Emma and Anastasia had been drinking heavily as well.
"Good morning, ladies," Harry said, smiling at the visions of beauty before him as he took his seat.
Lily looked up at him and smiled warmly. "Good morning, Harry! Did you sleep well?"
Harry nodded. "I did, actually. It was the best night of sleep I've had in years, to be honest."
Emma blushed slightly at Harry's words, but met his eyes with a grin nonetheless. "That's good to hear," she replied, her voice soft and sultry. She was wearing a knowing smile, as if she remembered very well what had happened the previous night. Her cheeks flushed with a deep blush as their eyes met, remembering all to well how she had flashed him her tits the previous night.
But the woman who caught Harry's attention the most was Anastasia. She winked at him mischievously from across the table, protruding one of her cheeks with her tongue and discreetly mimicking the act of giving a blowjob with her hand. Harry felt his cock twitch involuntarily at the sight, his thoughts immediately returning to the image of the milf sucking him off under the table.
It was clear that Anastasia remembered very well what had transpired the previous night, and she seemed to have no regrets about it either. In fact, she appeared to be rather proud of herself, judging by the self-satisfied look on her face. Harry blushed at the thought, his mind racing with thoughts of all the things they could do together if given the chance.
Lily, as the heaviest drinker of the group, seemed to be completely oblivious to the events of the previous night. She was chatting away with Emma and Anastasia as if nothing had happened, completely unaware of the fact that she, too, had flashed her tits to her son and the rest of the group.
As they ate, the topic of conversation eventually turned to flying, and how Emma, being a muggle, had never had the experience of flying on a broom before.
"Oh, you really must give it a try sometime, Emma," Anastasia said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "There's truly nothing quite like it - the feeling of freedom, the wind rushing past your face, the sense of exhilaration... it's simply indescribable."
Emma nodded, her eyes wide with excitement. "Yes, I'd love to try it sometime! Would you take me?" she asked, looking at the three of them with a hopeful expression on her face.
Lily looked at her friend thoughtfully for a moment before speaking up. "You should go with Harry, Emma," she suggested. "He's the best flyer out of all of us, so he'll be able to guide you safely through the skies, while giving you the best experience possible."
At Lily's suggestion, Emma turned to Harry, her eyes pleading with him. "Please, Harry," she implored, leaning forward in her seat slightly, causing her large cleavage to nearly spill out of her crop-top. "Will you take me for a flight? I've always wanted to try it, but I've never had the chance before."
Harry felt his cock twitch at the sight of Emma's ample breasts, which were now on full display thanks to her leaning forward. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his thoughts focused on the conversation at hand.
Had she asked him this the day before, he would have been a stuttering fool, unable to form coherent sentences due to his nerves and her tantalising sex appeal. But now, after last night's events, he found himself basking in a newfound sense of confidence. If there was ever a time to change up his approach, it was now.
And so, with newfound confidence, Harry grinned back at Emma, his gaze lingering on her cleavage just long enough to make her blush. "Of course, Emma," he said, his voice steady and sure. "I'd be happy to take you for a flight."
Emma squealed with delight, clapping her hands together excitedly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed, before leaping out of her chair and throwing her arms around Harry's neck.
Harry felt his cock twitch again as Emma hugged him, her large breasts pressing against his chest. He could feel her nipples hardening against him, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal wash over him, his erection pressing against her tight body.
"When can we go?" Emma asked, her voice breathless with excitement as she leaned into him.
Harry tried to suppress the images flooding his mind, fearing he might lose control otherwise. "Just let me know whenever you want a go at my broomstick," he told her, smirking playfully. "And I'll be happy to oblige."
At these words, Emma's cheeks flared up in a deep shade of pink, and Harry knew that she had caught his meaning. She pulled away from him, giggling nervously as she took her seat once more.
"How about in an hour?" she suggested, still smiling widely through her blush.
Harry nodded. "Sounds good to me," he replied, grinning back at her. "I'll be in the library, so just come find me when you're ready."
With that, Harry excused himself from the table, making his way to the library to read for a bit. As he walked, he couldn't help but think about the upcoming flight, imagining the two of them soaring high above the ground, their bodies pressed close together as they flew through the air. The mere thought made his heart race with anticipation, wondering where the afternoon would lead them.
As Harry entered the library, he found that he wasn't the only one who had decided to spend the morning reading. Hermione was already there, lying on her stomach on one of the sofas, engrossed in a large tome.
Harry smiled to himself, appreciating the view as he approached her. Hermione's ass was on full display, the tiny skirt she wore barely covering anything at all. Harry couldn't help but stare at the doughy cheeks of her ass, admiring the way they jiggled as she shifted her weight on the sofa.
"Morning, Hermione," he greeted her as he drew near.
Hermione looked up from her book, surprised by his sudden appearance. Her baggy crop top and lack of bra meant that her tits weren't fully covered as she sat up, revealing her perky nipples to his eager gaze for a split second.
"Oh, hello Harry," she replied, her cheeks flushing as she realised what she had unintentionally exposed. "I didn't see you there."
Harry couldn't help but chuckle at her embarrassment, finding it endearing. "Don't mind me," he teased, winking at her mischievously. "I'm just here to do some reading myself."
Hermione rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't hide the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Well then, don't let me disturb you," she said, turning her attention back to her book, making herself comfortable by laying down across the couch again.
And while his initial intention was indeed to sit down and read, Harry quickly discovered that he wouldn't get much actual reading done today with a barely-clothed Hermione lying just next to him. Instead, Harry decided to have a bit of fun. With his newfound confidence, he saw no reason not to seize the opportunity Hermione had presented him with.
And so, without further ado, Harry drew a random book from the shelf and sat down on the same sofa as Hermione, putting her feet in his lap to make enough space for the both of them.
The young woman seemed a little embarrassed by the sudden proximity between them, but didn't protest or move away. Instead, she simply continued reading, trying to ignore the fact that Harry's hands were now resting on the smooth skin of her calves.
From his vantage point, Harry had a perfect view of Hermione's lower half. Her short skirt barely covered her ass, giving him a clear view of her soft, plump cheeks. Harry couldn't help but stare, his mind quickly filled with dirty thoughts.
Experimentally, he started massaging her legs gently, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin beneath his fingers. At first, Hermione seemed to tense up slightly, unsure how to react to this unexpected intimacy. But soon enough, she relaxed into it, letting out a content sigh as Harry's strong hands kneaded her calves.
As he continued massaging her legs, Harry noticed that Hermione's thighs began to move slightly apart, allowing him a glimpse of her tiny thong. Harry couldn't help but stare, his cock twitching in his pants as he imagined what lay hidden beneath the thin strip of fabric.
Before he knew it, he noticed a strange smell wafting through the air. It smelled exceedingly feminine, like the scent of a woman's pussy juices. Harry couldn't believe it - could it be that Hermione was getting aroused? He breathed in deeply, taking in the intoxicating smell and letting it fuel his growing arousal.
Without thinking, Harry moved closer to Hermione, positioning himself so that her ass was now directly over his crotch. He could feel her heat radiating through her shorts, warming his own crotch in response. Harry couldn't resist any longer - he had to touch her.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Harry reached for the hem of Hermione's skirt, lifting it ever-so-slightly to reveal the bottom of her round, fleshy ass, before flipping it gently over her back. Harry swallowed hard, staring at the sight before him, unable to tear his gaze away. He felt beads of sweat form on his brow as his cock throbbed with desire.
"H-Harry?" Hermione stammered, her voice quivering with uncertainty, but never leaving the book in front of her.
"Anything wrong?" Harry asked, feigning innocence as he lightly brushed his fingers against her firm, round asscheeks.
Hermione blushed at Harry's touch, looking around nervously. "N-no, nothing's wrong," she answered, biting her lower lip.
With a sly grin, Harry began massaging Hermione's ass, feeling the soft, pliant flesh beneath his fingers. The girl gasped at the sudden contact, but made no attempt to pull away.
Encouraged by her lack of resistance, Harry started massaging her ass gently, loving the feeling of her soft, warm flesh beneath his fingertips. He went slower, caressing every inch of her thighs, traipsing through her plush bum gently, centimeter by centimeter.
It wasn't long before he heard Hermione's breathing quicken, telling him all he needed to know about her excitement. She tried to keep still, focusing on her book, pretending to read, but her body betrayed her true feelings.
Daring to go further, Harry moved his fingers to Hermione's waistband, gently sliding his hand along her tiny thong. He could feel her heat radiating through the thin fabric, making his cock throb with anticipation.
Slowly, Harry slid his fingers under Hermione's thong, brushing against her wet, swollen labia. Hermione gasped at the sudden contact, her whole body tensing up as she instinctively clamped her thighs shut, trapping Harry's hand between her legs.
Harry chuckled at her reaction, not minding the slight discomfort. He waited patiently, letting her adjust to the sensation, knowing that she would soon open up to him again.
Sure enough, after a few moments, Hermione's thighs slowly spread apart once more, allowing Harry to continue exploring her sopping wet pussy. Slowly, he began rubbing her swollen lips, eliciting another moan from the young woman.
"Harry...what are you doing? Someone might see..." Hermione mumbled, her voice filled with both excitement and trepidation.
"Don't worry, no one's around," Harry reassured her, not bothering to mention the fact that he had told her mother to come find him here in just a few moments. "Just relax and enjoy yourself, Hermione."
Harry smiled as he continued to explore Hermione's most intimate parts, continuing to massage her hips as he kept stroking her slit from behind. Little by little, her inhibitions faded away, replaced by sheer pleasure.
Soon enough, she started grinding her hips into his touch, rubbing herself against Harry's hand as she lost herself in the moment. Harry grinned, his cock throbbing uncontrollably inside his pants as he watched her writhe in delight.
Knowing that they didn't have much time left, Harry decided to take things to the next level. Carefully, he inserted two fingers into Hermione's sopping wet cunt, causing her to gasp in surprise.
"Oh, Harry...!" she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure.
Harry couldn't help but smile at her reaction, realising just how much she was enjoying this unexpected encounter. Feeling emboldened by her response, he started fingerfucking her slowly, revelling in the feeling of her tight, wet pussy wrapped around his fingers.
As he picked up the pace, Hermione's moans grew louder and louder, filling the library with the sweet sound of her pleasure. Harry could feel her inner walls contracting around his fingers, squeezing them tightly as if begging for more.
He loved how responsive she was, how easily aroused she became. As he rubbed her, he finally let his other hand sneak its way underneath her top, groping one of her luscious tits. Hermione cried out softly, gripping the sofa tightly, her book long forgotten, as she pushed herself back onto Harry's fingers.
Her reaction was all that was needed to know what came next: Harry flicked his thumb across her clit as he pumped two fingers deep inside her, plunging into her hot, silky depths again and again, sending waves of euphoric sensation coursing through her whole body.
"Fuck, Harry! You're going to make me cum!" Hermione gasped, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she felt her orgasm building within her.
"That's the idea," Harry smirked, increasing the tempo of his thrusts as he fingered her even faster.
Within seconds, Hermione was cumming hard, her juices flowing freely down Harry's arm as she screamed out her release. Her whole body shuddered violently, shaking with spasms of pure bliss as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
As she came down from her high, Hermione looked up at Harry with a dazed expression, her eyes half-lidded and her cheeks flushed red. "Wow...that was amazing..." she whispered, panting heavily as she caught her breath.
Harry simply smiled at her, pulling his fingers free from her dripping snatch. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, bringing his glistening digits up to his mouth and sucking off every last drop of her delicious nectar.
Hermione blushed bright red at the sight of Harry licking her juices off his fingers. She couldn't believe what had just happened - she had never been so turned on before, and she certainly hadn't expected it to happen like this.
Without thinking, Harry reached out and gave her ass a playful slap. The loud crack of flesh on flesh echoed throughout the library, drawing a surprised yelp from Hermione.
She looked back at him, her face beet red with embarrassment. "What was that for?" she demanded, trying to sound angry, but failing miserably.
Harry grinned wickedly at her, his eyes shining with mischief. "Just making sure you don't forget this moment," he replied, giving her a cheeky wink.
"Oh, and to let you know that Emma should be arriving soon," Harry mentioned casually, almost forgetting about the impending arrival of her mother.
At these words, Hermione suddenly sat bolt upright, looking absolutely mortified. She scrambled to fix her clothes, trying to cover herself as best as she could. "You - you deviant!" she gasped, trying to look stern, but failing.
And not a moment too soon, either. Just as she finished fixing her skirt, Emma walked into the library, calling out Harry's name cheerily.
"Hey there, Harry! Are you ready for our flight yet? I can't wait any longer!" she exclaimed excitedly, completely oblivious to the scene that had unfolded mere moments ago.
Harry grinned at her, hiding his smirk behind a nonchalant facade. "Sure thing, Emma. Let me just put this book away first."
As he stood up, he glanced over at Hermione, who was still sitting on the couch, wide-eyed and shocked. Harry winked at her, mouthing 'see you later' before turning around and leaving the library with Emma.
His only regret was that he couldn't find release himself. Well, he would just have to take his raging hormones out on an unsuspecting Emma instead...
Comments
Daeron Targaryen
Hmm, very interesting haha not sure how I feel about Lady Greengrass sleeping around though, seems a tad odd. Good for Harry though he's going to get some love.
