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Brooms and Cocks ch.7
🕑 Added 2023-12-25 11:00:03 +0000 UTCMILF's eyes widened in surprise, and her pupils dilated. She parted her lush lips and moistened them with her tongue, and her gaze scanned Harry Potter's face. A throaty sound came from her throat as she tried to speak, but excitement or shock turned her words into a sensual murmur.
Harry couldn't believe the words that had just left his mouth. And when Amelia gracefully stepped down from her chair, falling to her knees before him, his heart threatened to burst out of his chest.
Behavior that might once have shocked teenage girls seemed to ignite the desires of these mature women. Harry couldn't quite pinpoint why, but it filled him with the confidence to reveal his true self.
Hermione, initially turned the other way, turned her head when she heard the older woman's knees hit the floor. Harry reached down and placed his hand on the woman's slender back, causing her to freeze in place.
"Mirror," whispered Harry, and Hermione's head turned toward the mirror on the wall. Her beautiful face was inflamed with passion, but she maintained a mask of submission. Desire smoldered in her eyes, which made Harry have to resist the urge to break free and thrust into her hot insides.
With a self-control he had no idea he had, Harry kept one hand at his side while the other went down to appreciate Hermione's firm buttocks. Meanwhile, Amelia came closer and, with trembling fingers, undid the first button of his jeans. When her warm fingers made contact with the taut flesh of his belly, she let out a high-pitched giggle that suddenly quieted.
"For someone who was so composed just a few moments ago.... You're revealing a passionate side now," her eyes pleaded with Harry as her fingers rummaged around the second button. Harry leaned over and ran his rough thumb over her soft lips, making her tremble and freeze in place. "Tell me, is it your lack of restraint.... Or is it my age that makes you so nervous?
"I don't know," the words seemed to be pulled out of her, her cheeks flushed, and the blush flowed down her neck. The contrast with her olive skin looked stunning, prompting Harry to reach down and grasp one of her ample breasts, lifting its weight in his hand, and teasing her nipple with two fingers. Surprisingly, the woman only took a sharp breath, and her eyelids grew heavy, but she didn't voice any complaints or protests. She knew about the "free use," Harry thought.
Sliding his hand under her blouse, Harry stretched the fabric, freeing her breast. His excitement pressed against his jeans, making Amelia's gaze briefly shift down its considerable length as she looked at her ample bosom. The flesh was fair, and the nipple had a lighter shade, with a distinct bud that stood out on the smooth skin.
Amelia breathed heavily as Harry's fingers explored her silky skin, and when the tips of his fingers touched her nipple, she took a sharp inhale. Her eyes reflected a mixture of pleasure and longing as Harry withdrew his hand and gestured towards his still buttoned fly. "Continue."
Harry Potter felt Hermione relaxing under the hand that held her back. The petite woman was eager, but the prolonged anticipation seemed to intensify her excitement, judging by her moving knees and the wet trace on her thighs. Running his fingers along her smooth cheeks, he allowed two of them to descend down her slender thighs and between her legs. Hermione let out a soft sigh of pleasure as his fingers slid over her moist lips. However, she hissed in frustration when he only teased her clitoris and labia before pulling back.
Amelia's trembling fingers finally unbuttoned the second button, and she gasped sharply when her eyes revealed the thick base of Harry's erection. The hard shaft pressed along his leg, and the woman's eyes widened with every exposed centimeter. Finally, she pulled down his jeans, and Harry felt a cool breeze on his back.
"Amazing," she breathed, her eyes tracing the length of his substantial member. Then it was Harry's turn, who released a pleasurable hiss when her cool fingers slid along his length.
With green eyes locked on his face, the woman watched with intent as pleasure enveloped Harry. She leaned forward and ran her long tongue over the tip. Trying to hold back, Harry allowed Amelia not to rush with his erection. He could see that her size and girth intimidated her, and she worked on taking the thick head into her mouth. She peppered kisses along the entire length, slid her tongue up and down the underside, and swirled around the head.
The actions of the older woman filled the office with sensual sounds that only intensified when Harry slipped his hand back between Hermione's legs and inserted a finger. He was surprised by how tight this petite woman was, and her intimate grip on his finger resembled the clasp of a cock, drawing it in deeply.
"Oh my God!" Hermione's words were filled with desire, and Amelia moaned in agreement as she finally took Harry's erection into her plump lips and began to suck.
Watching the thick, red lips of the attractive MILF move along the length of his cock was an incredible sight. Her face was flushed with desire, and her expression was incredibly lustful. Harry desired nothing more than to cum on her face. Instead, he reached down and ran his fingers through her thick hair, gripping it firmly.
"MMhhmmm!" Amelia's eyes widened, a hint of fear appearing in them as she sensed what Harry intended to do.
Despite her fear, the woman reached out and grasped his thighs, pulling him closer to her hot mouth. With one hand at the back of her head, Harry gently pushed her, but his movements became increasingly insistent. The wet sounds grew louder, and the rhythmic "gluk, gluk, gluk" from her throat only encouraged him to push his thick cock deeper into her throat.
Harry Potter could feel his balls tightening, and pleasure reached the point of no return. He withdrew his erection from her mouth, a thread of saliva connecting her tongue to the tip of his cock. As he released her head, Amelia lunged forward and ran her tongue over the tip, reaching the drops of cum that had gathered around the tip.
"Mhmm, you taste so sweet," the surprised MILF whispered.
"That's good that you enjoy the taste," Harry replied, moving closer to the petite woman. Hermione let out an expectant moan as the fingers teasing her intimate area withdrew, and he pressed the thick head of his cock against her hairless lips. "You can lick it off my assistant's pussy when I'm done with her."
"Oh God, yes!"
From the side, Harry heard a heavy thud and looked down to see Amelia flipping onto her back, one hand hidden beneath her skirt. The wet sounds and quick movements indicated what she was doing. Smiling at the sexy MILF, he watched her ample breasts sway as she pleasured herself before returning his attention to the petite woman in front of him.
Hermione's rear was so small and tight that it resembled a teenager's behind, and her pussy was tighter than he had expected. When Harry pushed his erection into her wetness, the grip was astounding, and he had to pause when only half of his cock was buried. He allowed the intense pleasure to subside before slowly pushing it back into her with shallow thrusts.
Covering his erection with her moisture was the only way to fit into her pussy, and initially, he was concerned about hurting the petite woman. As he watched her squirm on the desk, her hands gripping the edge, he smiled as her moans turned into weak cries of ecstasy. When he pulled out of her pussy, her pink lips clung to his cock so tightly that he thought it might bruise him.
Watching this woman climax on his erection was the most intense experience Harry had ever had, amplified by Amelia on the floor, indulging herself in a chair. The sensation of being watched as he slowly worked on his erection in his new assistant only made the experience more exciting.
Grabbing Hermione's slender waist, Harry hitched up her skirt with his thumbs, observing her petite bottom arch with each short thrust. The dimples at the base of her back were enticing, but nothing compared to the sensations flowing through his hands on her sides. Fumbling at her bra strap, Hermione reached up and discarded it, tossing it to the floor. She arched her back in a curve, allowing Harry to embrace each of her breasts.
"You're stretching me... so damn good," his assistant whispered with a sigh barely audible over the rhythmic thrusts of their hips and the wet sounds of her arousal. "Oh God, hsss!"
Reaching back, she grabbed Harry's wrist, and he halted his movements. He felt something brushing against the head of his erection and realized it was her cervix. Running his fingers over her smooth abdomen, he confirmed that about a centimeter of his cock was still outside her.
Gently, so as not to cause her discomfort, he pulled back by a centimeter, then pushed forward gently. Hermione's eyes widened, and another sharp gasp escaped her lips, loud enough to make Amelia sit up. His finger continued to work on her clit in small circles, feeling her tight walls clench even tighter around him.
"Sir... sir, may I..." She turned her head to look at Harry, her neck trembling, anguish visible in her expression as she teetered on the edge of orgasm, her willpower fighting to delay it as long as possible.
"Release for me," he growled, nearly reaching his own climax at the sight of her delicate features contorting in what appeared to be agony but was, in fact, pure pleasure. "YES!"
Her nails dug into his shoulder as she clung to him, and amidst her cries of pleasure, he heard Amelia's soft moans. Then the world exploded in white euphoria as his erection began to throb inside her. His balls ached with pent-up need, and his knees trembled as he felt the first powerful surge of release inside Hermione.
The petite woman's eyes crossed, and her tongue hung out as his cock pumped her depths with semen. Moaning incoherently, she went limp in his arms, her face contorted in bliss.
Backing away, he nearly collapsed into a chair before regaining his composure. The sight of Hermione's swollen, dripping pussy, battered from their intense lovemaking and drenched in their combined fluids, was incredibly arousing. However, it paled in comparison to the moment when Amelia leaned forward and pressed her face into the younger woman's sex.
Hermione arched her back in ecstasy, her small hands clenched into fists as Amelia's tongue delved into her pussy. After a few moments, Amelia surprised Harry by taking his softening cock into her mouth and cleaning it of cum. Her eyes were fixed on his face, and she smiled wickedly. "You're quite wild," she murmured, catching her breath. Hermione turned her head, watching the MILF who struggled to take his entire cock into her mouth before sliding off the desk onto his finger. Joining Amelia, the petite Englishwoman began stripping them both of their remaining clothes, showering their olive skin with kisses and caresses, ensuring Harry had an uninterrupted view of their excitement.
"I need that cock inside me," Amelia moaned, her full lips trailing along the underside as she teased him with the tip of her tongue. "Please!"
"And what are you willing to do for me?" Harry Potter asked, raising an eyebrow at the beautiful woman.
The absurdity of his question didn't even register with Amelia as she focused on his stiff member. Moaning, she withdrew her mouth from his head, simultaneously stroking him rapidly with both hands.
"Anything, darling... anything! Just fuck me! Oh God, Harry, it's been so long, and I need it so badly." Hermione removed the woman's skirt, revealing the smooth curve of her hips and the swaying ample breasts. "Do you want my ass, baby? I've never tried it, but you can have it!"
"He wants your loyalty," Hermione murmured, rising to her knees and pulling the larger woman into an embrace, her lips teasing Amelia's neck. He watched as the older woman's face reddened and contorted with pleasure when the younger woman's hand slipped between her legs. "Swear. Bind yourself with body and honor to his cause and help us build something great!"
"I swear!" Amelia said, her long nails digging into his thighs as she writhed with him. "Ever since you were a boy, I knew you would be someone great, and I want to join you on this journey... please, Harry." Before she could say another word, he leaned down low and kissed her. He wasn't prepared for the butterfly storm that stirred in his gut when their lips met, and he didn't have to wait long to notice her fiery tongue sliding over his. Desperate hands pulled him down, and he pulled Amelia beneath him.
