Harry talked the two Granger women into having a very late lunch. He was starving and Hermione was having her first case of the "munchies". Jean had put on a short tennis skirt. She wore a thong underneath, as Harry found out as she bent over to pull out some baked chicken warming in the oven. She also wore a form fitting spaghetti strapped thin athletic top, low cut in front and back, that hugged her breasts well. Jean was braless; it was obvious in her bounce as she moved around the kitchen. Even as a busy medical professional, she seemed very comfortable and in her element in the kitchen. Harry could tell she enjoyed it immensely. Hermione was right alongside her, working as Jean's sous-chef, like mother like daughter, a natural in the kitchen.
Hermione had gone with different fashion choice. She felt that her father's white "wife-beater" undershirt, fresh out of the dryer was enough clothing for her. It hugged tightly her high firm little bubble butt. It barely came down to two inches below her sex, Her hard pink nipples on her small but high firm tits poked through the thin cotton material of the tank top, revealing both color and shape. Harry like how everything on Hermione was so firm and high, including right now, her little noggin which was firmly high as well. He persuaded both Hermione and Jean to smoke a spliff of the heavily laced hashish and tobacco. He had never had hashish before- this was something new to all but Jean. Harry did not realize how intense this high would be. It was both a body and mind high, but started out very intense on the cerebral high. For someone brilliant like Hermione, she was very quiet, but giggling constantly at what she was doing, seeing, and thinking. Harry was as always thinking ahead, wondering about what he would do next. He had a feeling that Mr. Granger was not going to show up until late in the evening after downing a quite a bit of liquid courage.
He needed to get these two either on the same page or apart. With their age differences and Jean's obvious more experienced and darker view point, He thought that it would probably easier to divide and conquer. He had an idea, but he had to get Hermione to focus on something other than sex with him. He thought that he might be able to do that at the moment, as high as they both were.
Hermione picked that time to look up at him, "Harry, I was wondering, how on earth did you convince your Aunt and Uncle to let you spend four days away with us?"
''I would like to talk to you about that, can I show you something? It is in the hall in my jacket."
"I guess... mum, are you okay with where things are at on your own?"
"Hmmm? Oh, yes, dear, go ahead and show Harry around. Not too long though. We will be eating in ten minutes." Jean was very stoned and had a million thoughts going on in her head from wondering if Wendy would really come home, to what would happen on Monday if they did not have this potion under control, to what she would like to do with Harry before Wendy came home. Then she wondered if he did take the mist, would he more amiable to having a threesome with Harry? Her thoughts jumbled together, but since he was in most of them, Jean knew that she had an unhealthy attraction to Harry. So young, yet so strong and tall for his age, and that cock... that beautifully huge cock... She was getting horny again, but she took some comfort in knowing that her outfit did well to keep his eyes on her in the kitchen. She was feeling slightly bitchy toward her Hermione, and wondered how slutty she dressed at school, because she certainly knew how to flaunt her hot little body here at home. Harry was probably putting his talented tongue into her tiny ass right now. Or perhaps she was sucking his big prick. She would love to go peek in on them, but she knew that she should try to behave herself, if only for a little while.
Harry pulled the velvet bag out of the protective pocket of the long coat. He gave it to the curious Hermione who had somehow got the shirt now pulled up so that it was no longer covering the very bottom of her lovely ass cheeks and the tip of her sex. Her little slit could be seen easily by anyone who looked down. Harry was looking down quite a bit. He like that his big cock had pulled her tight labia out a bit, they created a small fringe of rippled pink flesh along her honey slice. Her surprise shook him out of his sexual reverie.
"Harry! A time-turner... a very complex one! Look, this has an incrementor for hours, days, months, and years! Omigod, I heard these existed, but they are incredibly rare... in fact the only one known in the British Isle was stolen about three months ago... Harry! How did you get this?
"Off a Death-Eater in the Reading Railway Station. It was situation. I will tell you about it some time!"
'Harry! This was set for months! , how far did you turn it?
"Just about an eighth of a turn... sent me back four days in the past."
"You are lucky, Harry, if it had been set on years, you would have sent back almost forty six days at an eighth of a turn... That might have been a bit of a problem."
"So currently you are both here and in little Whinging..."
"Yep. So, how do we turn this thing back to hours?" She this little brass loop here?"
"The once that looks like a crescent moon?"
"Yes, turn it until it moves to this Old English D."
"Wouldn't it be the H?"
"If you want to make full turns for each hour... or you can do partial turns for a Day setting and go back hours with a small twist! It depends on how precise you need to be."
"Ah, right! Yes, it is a good thing I only did a partial turn or I could have ended up more than a month in the past. What? A whole month doing what I want? How horrible!"
"Harry, you could severely change events in time... time travel takes careful planning! Where would you have lived, where would you have gone? It's not like you could have just strolled into Diagon Alley without some protection with you... Voldemort would have had you kidnapped before you had a chance to withdraw money from Gringott's. You know I love that you are here, but who knows what you have changed for us by being here at this time."
"OR- I was meant to go back in time so that I could be here with you at this exact time... Let's face it, I am not doing anything life changing right now back in Little Whinging. You know I can make a case for that based on what we did in our third year, it was like it was meant to be for us to go back and save Buckbeak and Sirius."
"Okay... possibly."
"Besides, I know what would have happened if I had not showed up here today..."
"What?"
"You and your mother would have ruined all the veggies in your house!"
Hermione punched Harry repeatedly in the arm, as Harry laughed until she was giggling too. They could hear Jean calling them for lunch just as Harry had his hand caressing between Hermione's beautiful butt cheeks and they were kissing passionately.
Hermione looked at Harry. "Go ahead, I am going to go freshen up a bit before we eat. "
Harry walked into the kitchen. Jean looked up from the large island where she was finishing preparing the plates of food for all three of them. An uncorked bottle of wine was on the counter near the kitchen sink where Harry went to wash his hands. "Where is Hermione?"
"She will be along, said she needed to freshen up."
Jean turned back to her plating. Harry stealthily walked up behind her and wrapped his hands around her waist as she worked. He kissed the back of her neck. His hand traveled up from her waist and held and caressed the underside of her full breasts through her top. He could feel her nipples rise, and his fingers circled the hardening buds. He continued to kiss the base of her neck and across her shoulders and back. " Mmmm, that feels very nice Harry."
Harry moved his hands back, and flipped up her tiny skirt, running his hand under the tiny band that ran up her lovely bum to her waist. He pushed her legs further apart with his own, and ran three fingers into the wet fleshy folds of her sex and found the entrance to her honey pot. He pushed two fingers deeply inside her, pushing them in and out of her roughly. She stopped what she was doing and bent over, moaning, offering her sex to him as he added a third finger. Her pussy was dripping wet very quickly. Harry pulled out his hand after a bit more time. Jean grabbed his hand. "You have time... I know how long it takes Hermione to freshen up." Harry put his fingers, now four back into Jean as she moaned in approval. He worked her honey hole, and then moved to rub up underneath her to find her clitoris, and to rub there, making her moan more deeply. Harry was hard, and pulled his cock out of his fly, and pushed himself into Jean's wet slice. He had eight inches up inside Jean quickly, pumping hard and fast strokes He held her by her shoulders. She was crying out in lust. In five minutes, Harry came quickly, and let his rod continue to throb to completion inside her. He pulled out, and wiped his cock across her buttocks. He watched as his cum dripped slowly down Jean's legs, as she panted and continued to moan. She must be in orgasm he thought. Jean recovered and Harry handed her a towel. She wiped her legs and said, "Now it is time for me to go freshen up. Bet you I beat Hermione back to the kitchen."
"It is a bet... she should be back any time now."
"Winner gets to pick my next fantasy." Jean smiled slyly and rolled her eyes.
"You have a bet." They shook hands and Jean went off to the small water closet off the back hall. She returned three minutes later and Hermione was not back.
"Ha! As I told you, Harry Potter! I win the bet! Now come pour the wine and we will start eating if Hermione is not here in the next five minutes."
They had started eating when Hermione showed up. Harry could tell she went back and finished the pipe he left in the spa. She had a dreamy look, but she had also changed again. She wore a tiny tight black skirt, and a gingham shirt that was not buttoned at all and hand tied underneath her perky braless breasts. She joined them, and was not her chatty self, but attacked her plate with fervor. Her wine went quickly, and she asked Harry for another glass. Jean looked up, a bit of furrow in her eyebrows that came and went quickly, but Harry caught had seen it. Jean did not say anything and Harry filled her glass only half full. Hermione did not seem to care and went back to eating dinner quickly. They were quiet, and all three only made a few comments on how good the food was, and Jean was gracious in her acknowledgment of their compliments. All seemed to be lost in their own thoughts and it was probably due to the strong hashish, and perhaps some guilt or reflection on all that they had done in the short time Harry had been in the house. They finished their meal. Jean offered up some choices for dessert, and they all chose a simple bowl of ice cream with fresh mixed berries.
As they neared the end of their desserts, Harry cleared his throat. The two women looked directly at him. "Jean, Hermione... I am hoping that it would be alright if I took some time to myself after this. Perhaps a couple of hours. I would like some time to rest if that would be okay?" Hermione looked relieved, and Jean looked a bit disappointed, but volunteered. "I will take you up and get you settled in."
"Hermione smiled tightly." That would be fine; I have a couple of things... I need to take care of on my own." Actually, Hermione had a moment of clarity after calming her Spanish fly frenzy. It dawned on her that she had not actually started her birth control. Although her lust had been out control, she had been lucid enough to know that when Harry had pulled out of her, he was already cumming at the time. She was concerned. She had some birth control potions on hand and had taken one to use as a "morning after" while "freshening up" but she needed spend the next half hour at rest for it to take full effect. Any additional contact with a male during this time could break its spell. She took Harry aside to explain this while standing an arm's length away from him. She excused herself and went to her room, looking distraught.
Harry was worried about Hermione, but knew she had to do what she had to do. He grabbed his duffel bag and coat, and followed the sashaying Jean in her little tennis skirt and tight top to a room on the corner on the same hall as Hermione, and just around the corner from the master bedroom. At the end of the hall of the master bedroom was the stairs that led to the spa bathroom.
Jean turned on the light, and turned back the bed, bending over often while smoothing the sheets to give Harry an eyeful, except this time instead of showing her breasts as she did at the living room table, she was showing off her very lovely derriere. She turned back the covers to a perfect 45 degree angle. " I was hoping we could have some time to spend alone before... oh it sounds terrible... before my husband comes home. "
"How do you know that will end our time together?"
"I just have that feeling. Especially if you are correct, and this potion helps to cure his erection... challenges."
"Don't you have any fantasies the required multiple partners?"
"I don't know if Wendy would allow that..."
"If he takes the mist, that won't matter anymore. Really. I know that. It will be all about what will make You happy."
"I think Wendy has always been about that- making me happy. When he really feels down about his ability... he often suggests I take a lover. He said as long as we remained together, he did not care how many lovers I had as long as I was happy sexually."
"Did you ever act on it?" The two were now sitting on the bed, facing each other. Harry looked at her, he was attentive. He really wasn't tired... he had a plan, a rather elaborate one depending on what he found out from both Hermione and Jean, but he was trying to keep the activity down with the two for at least an hour and half. He was at a bit of tricky point here... his bond with Jean was screaming at him to spend this time with her, that she not only wanted it, but that she needed it too.
"No, I seriously considered it, but never acted upon it until today." She placed her hand on his, caressing it gently with her fingertips. "When I talked to you on the phone, it was like you were the answer to our prayers. A big strong young man who knows magic and can be very noble and discreet. I knew at that moment that if I would ever do this outside of my marriage that it would have to be with someone like you." She looked up, biting her lip, "when you were touching me so gently in the kitchen... it felt wonderful. It has been so long... Wendy has become so withdrawn from me physically... it was like any kind of romantic touch reminded him of his problem. He stopped touching me altogether, except when we hold hands some times when we walk. Our walks are very special to me now..." She had a faraway look for a moment, and then her watering eyes flitted back to meet Harry's eyes. "Please could we do that for awhile...? I do not have to expect anything else."
"Stand up and take off that top of yours." Jean complied. Harry enjoyed being in control. This was such a different situation than his relationship with Petunia. He would have to see how this flew back on Privet Drive. He didn't think it would go well, but you could never tell. "Now that cute little skirt of yours. You can leave your thong on... for now."
Harry pulled her down on the bed, and grabbed a pillow. He had her lay her across his lap, so that her buttocks and sex were right in front of him. He put the pillow underneath her chest and stomach. She grabbed another and place it until was comfortable for her. He had her arms crossed under the pillow as she lay upon it. He began to simply caress her body. He ran his fingers along her blemish free back, she only had few freckles here and there, but her porcelain skin was flawless, just like the young skin of her daughter. Harry ran his fingers down her spine to her lower back and the start of her round, firm ass cheeks. He took his whole hand and palmed and pulled firmly on her buttocks, massaging them, along with her lower back. He ran his finger down her ass, and she instinctively widened her legs to give him better access to her sex. He gently ran his fingers around her rectum, just lightly touching, not penetrating. He went back again to massaging her ass cheeks, and then back down to her honey slice. He gently rubbed there, feeling how wet she already had become from his touch. He pulled on her labia, rubbing them with his thumb and forefinger, pulling on them, stretching them out from her sex. She moaned slightly at the feeling. A bit of pain, a bit of pleasure. He continued to pull and stretch her lips gently as bent over and began to kiss and lick the top of her buttocks. His finger moved down and around her honey slice rubbing, but again not penetrating to her insides. His fingers found her clitoris, and he rubbed in circular motion around the outer rim of her engorged pink love nerve. He did it lightly, then with pressure, then lightly again, never running his fingers over the face of it, just teasing it gently. Jean was whimpering quietly, and moaning a gentle "yesssssssss."
He continued this for awhile with his one hand, while his other was busy again massaging her ass and lower back. He stopped the rubbing of her clit, and moved down her legs, gently caressing the backs of her legs and inner thighs, and down to her calves, which he found the muscles to be tight, so he worked them to a relaxed state with a massage. Harry was incredibly hard, but ignored the discomfort in his trousers.
He then had Jean turn over onto her back. Her ass now seated in the middle of his lap as he sat cross-legged. She closed her eyes and his right hand went up her taut tummy to begin gently rubbing in a circular motion using the width of his hand, then to just using his fingertips as he caressed her torso. His fingers caressed up to the bottom of her breasts, just grazing them, then down to her vulva where his finger tips ran through and over, and then out-lined the close-cropped pubic hair of the exclamation point adorning her vulva.
The other hand went to her neck. He ran his fingers around it, gently, and then gripped it firmly In a hard but not painful chokehold. He wanted to remind her he was in control. She gasped, her eye widened, but then he let go and smiled. He worked his fingers gently down her upper chest to her breasts. He wrapped his hand around her left breast, his palm over her hardened nipple and puckered areola, and rubbed it with firmness. His roughened palm scuffed over her sensitive nipple and areola. Jean again moaned her pleasure as his touch. His right hand again dipped down into her pussy, running its fingers over her clit, gently teasing and touching it. He pulled and stretched her cunt lips some more, and she widened her legs again. This time he chose to push his fingers into her wet velvet folds and up and into her hot little box. Jean let out a loud guttural moan as he began to finger fuck her as his left hand and plucked and pulled on her nipple and grabbed and grasped her breast. Jean's right hand went to caressing her right breast and pulling on its erect nipple. Harry took his left hand and placed it around her back and pulled her up so that he could kiss Jean, as he continued to run his fingers in and out of her now dripping pussy. Jean pulled his hand out of her, and crawled into his lap facing him, and they began to kiss passionately. She pulled his face to her breasts, and He licked and sucked her nipples as she moaned in pleasure.
It was too much for Jean, she needed Harry's cock up inside of her. Jean crawled off Harry and began to unbutton his jeans. She had them pulled off quickly, and was gripping and stroking his cock. She pushed him back on the bed and crawled on top of him, on all fours, her hands on either side of his head, her breasts in his face, as her legs straddled his torso. She let him suck and roughly palm her breasts again, and then moved back down until she could feel the monster hardness of Harry's prick against her sex. With her left hand on his chest, she reached back with her right hand to guide his large meat rod into her very wanton cunt hole. She moved back and grimaced as the large crown of Harry's cock stretched her dripping opening and pushed its mushroom head up inside her vagina. She gasped and she straightened her torso up and let the weight of her body push down as more and more of his long thick shaft shoved its way slowly up her tight little hole. Her pussy was the casing to his sausage meat and it was being stuffed fully and completely up inside of her. She cried out in pain and pleasure as his head found and pushed against her uterus, is tip rubbing along the thick cock head. She began to sway her body back and forth, and side, and his cock slid more painfully into her, until she did not think she could take anymore into her, she could feel him pushing against her pelvic bone. She leaned forward a bit, to give him room to stroke himself inside her, enjoying the relief of not feeling like she was painfully impaled upon a huge staff. She moved her hips in time with his strokes, and could feel his massive cock head rub against that magic location atop of her vaginal wall that sent sparks of pleasure along her spine and into her hips and cunt. She moaned her pleasure as she pressed and contracted her muscles to insure his cock continued to rub along her g-spot. She soon felt the waves of pleasure build until the dam broke, and the flood of endorphins overwhelm her senses and she was left moaning and shaking as if in seizure. A flood her honey juice sloshed around Harry's shaft and with each rocking movement, dripped out her pussy, along her lips and down to his full balls.
She continued to rock her pelvis, to allow him to push and pull his staff in and out of her, her pussy and all its parts electric and sensitive, the crown of his cock continuing to rub against her g-spot, driving her wilder, until again she feels the crest of pleasure that leads to the crash of ecstasy, yet the ebb and flow is not over and it brings is crescendo two more times, leaving her weak, and collapsed against Harry's chest, yet his long hard cock is still partially in her, and he continues with small thrusts that allow his large head and third of his shaft to slide in out of her dilated hole. Harry is close, and feels the overwhelming urge to cum and it wells from deep inside and erupts with great pressure and bliss. He pulls out, erupting a great geyser of sperm, jolting white gobs of spunk that cover Jean's cunt, ass, and back. She flinches as the warm sticky goo continues to speckle her back and ass cheeks, then her thighs and the calf of her leg. She holds onto Harry, spent, like a shipwreck victim adrift on a raft in the middle of an ocean. Harry wraps his arms around her, his breathing heavy, his cock still giving slight jerks as sperm continues to flow out of his long shaft.
They hold each other for awhile, and Jean looks up at Harry from his chest. "That was much more than expected... thank you again Harry, for touching me in so many ways." She smiles contented. "I must leave now. I think I will go back to the spa and soak awhile before I change and get ready for Wendy to come home."
Harry grabbed her hand after she had slipped back into her skirt and top, leaving her thong on his bed purposefully. "Make sure you wear something he finds very sexy... you will want to keep his attention on you."
"I have something in mind. Something slightly slutty. I hope you may enjoy it too." She smiled knowingly, and kissed him on the cheek. She ran her hand down along his member, and fingered a dollop of cum still dripping from his head. She ran her finger to her mouth, licking it with the tip of her tongue as she again swung her hips seductively in her skirt as she exited his room.
Harry dropped back into his bed thinking that he needed to clean up a bit. There was a water closet with both toilet and sink off his room, and he washed himself with a washcloth. He collapsed into his bed, and set his alarm for an hour and half. He actually felt tired. And he fell asleep deeply, only next to awake to the sound of the alarm going off. Could it have already been an hour and half?
He pulled out the time turner which he placed on the top of his bag. He wrapped the chain around his neck. He set the incrementor on the time- turner to the Hour mark, and twisted the turner precisely one full and one half turn. There was a rush of time he watched himself sleep heavily, rise to set his alarm, enter his bed and then walk backwards into the bathroom. Time quit spinning and Harry was standing in the empty guest bedroom. He could hear himself in the bathroom washing. He waited on the bed, for this is where he had decided to wait while he was in the bathroom, washing, cleaning up from his sex with Jean, which was almost two hours ago to him, and only a few minutes to the lad washing the musk of their cum and sweat off his body. He heard himself brush his teeth, and he thought that he should have done so shortly before he turned back time, and not before his nap.
Old Harry came back from the bath, and nodded at himself on the bed. He chuckled, "I just thought about that bit... where I should be in the room when I came back. So, should we head out?"
"I would like to brush my teeth again, 'should have waited until I turned back time."
"Well then, I would be the one with the bad breath. Guess we are the same bloke... help yourself. I have to get dressed anyway."
Harry from the future quickly popped into the w.c. to brush his teeth. He came out a couple of minutes later. "Right!" they said at the same time. "Off to see Hermione!" They said in unison. "No- wait!" again in unison, both looking very annoyed with one another." Harry from the future held up his hand. Old Harry acquiesced, nodding to his future self and stayed quiet.
"I will go to Jean. You can go to Hermione. You know what we need to find out." They nodded in unison, and both Harrys left the room. Old Harry turning right to go around the corner to Hermione's room, and Future Harry to the left to head to the spa. Both turned back around and looked at each other at the same moment. "The weed!" they said in unison. Old Harry took a pre-rolled joint, and Future Harry the pipe. they had one lighter and a book of matches. Future Harry took the lighter and gave Old Harry the matches. Old Harry shrugged, and said, "It makes sense." They both cracked a crooked smile at each other. "Right!" they said in unison, both made a face and said, again in unison, "This is getting to be a bit feckin' aggro!" They both shook their heads, and again left the guest room. Old Harry was off to see Hermione, and Future Harry was off to surprise Jean in her bath.
