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"Anywhere, just out of this crazy place," she said. Harry noticed - or rather, his penis noticed - that this girl was young and fresh, smelled like a virgin, and was gloriously sexy as hell. There was a twitch in his cheeks, and he wanted to fuck her in a field of flowers. He thought she was clumsy and sturdy, but it was just the layers of her clothing. When she leaned in, he saw her beautifully built collarbones inside the swinging sweaters and shirts, just above a huge pair of heavy breasts.

She was athletic. She was busty. She was a virgin. She was exactly the kind of girl he shouldn't be hitting on if he was serious about getting away from the problems the city presented.

But maybe in a different place it would be different? What did they call it? A geographical cure? If it didn't work, they wouldn't call it a cure, right?

"What's your name?" Padma asked.

"I'm Luna. I'm eighteen. I'm completely alone, and I'm a virgin?" She giggled and pushed her hand through her thick, shiny mess of blond hair, smiling and looking directly at Harry. "Sorry. I don't know why I said that. I just wanted you to know? Is that okay?" Harry suppressed a moan of desire. "Get in."

THE CABIN WAS IN THE MOUNTAINS, but as often happens, at the base of the mountain road there was a small center where people could restock. It was there that Harry offered to drop off Luna, and she agreed; it was only an hour away.

That was an hour and a half ago, when Luna still had all her clothes on, sat in the backseat, and didn't move her hands up and down Harry's body, whispering in his ear how much she needed his cock.

Now she was wearing only a tight tank top and a pair of panties. She looked like a student, her clothes lying next to the car door, and her blonde hair was loose and in a mess hanging on his knees.

"It's so big," she whispered, squeezing him through his pants. "Look at it. I need it. Please? I didn't know how much I needed it, but really..."

As soon as they reached the mountain base, she asked to go with them to the cabin so she could use the trails. She was a tourist, hence the backpack, and always looking for some great place in the wilderness "to hang out".

Luna and Padma swapped places, with Padma requesting to sleep in the back seat. Now, as they drove up the mountain trail, Luna was right next to Harry, gazing at him with big, needy, blue eyes, whimpering and moaning. He couldn't stop or turn onto a narrow mountain road, nor could he devote much attention to fighting off Luna.

All of his attention had to be focused on the road. It was already early evening, and daylight was not visible on this side of the mountain.

No sooner had Luna switched places with Padma than the beautiful teenager began to undress. First, she felt too warm, then she was too dirty, and then she simply started explaining that she really wanted Harry to see her legs. Did he want to see them? Oh, did he ever. They were long, flexible, and slender, and the gap between her thighs looked as if it could accommodate a coconut.

"Do you think my mouth can even fit that?" Luna asked him.

She was referring to his manhood. Everything she said was in a soft, melancholy whisper, her lips gliding across his ears. Large, soft breasts pressing against his sturdy shoulder, teasing on both sides. They felt full of milk; they smelled that way, too.

"This is so big. I feel how big it is," she squeezed his cock through his pants. "I'm not sure if it would even fit in my mouth or pussy. You'd probably break me forever."

"Fuck."

His pants were slick with his pre-cum, his cock straining, begging to be freed. Padma seemed perfectly asleep in the back. Exhausted from the day's ordeal. A bit of embarrassing drool dribbled from the corner of her mouth onto her shoulder. Despite Luna's constant whimpers and pleas, the blonde beauty's decibel level remained quite low. The car on low gear, the gravel path of the mountain road, and the constant wind must have drowned out everything she said. But then all it would take was a simple opening of Padma's eyes to expose them.

"Sir?" She whispered again. "Please? Please, let me just touch it. Would that be so bad?"

He struggled to find a reason why she couldn't. His thoughts clouded by desire. If he were more sober, more aware, he could ponder how this hitchhiker seemed to have the same need for him as the city women did. He could also wonder why it wasn't as instant with her.

Instead, he could only think of her lips, shiny, pink, and so close, and how he couldn't kiss them because it would mean taking his eyes off the road and risking all three of their lives.

Her hand still stroked his cock, encouraging more pre-cum to soak through his pants. The fabric was now so thin there that she might as well be stroking him for real.

Might as well. That was a strong way to describe someone like him

Might as well have a few more drinks at the party; his wife was already angry at him, and he'll sober up for good tomorrow. Again.

Might as well hit on the secretary; she seemed to have a low opinion of him and would likely disappear from his life soon anyway, might as well see what could happen while he still can.

Might as well let that gorgeous eighteen-year-old virgin fox stroke him if she's going to stroke his cock through his pants anyway. Besides, wouldn't it just make sense? Wouldn't it be better to stop being torn between two worlds? He could just let her suck his cock, and then his thoughts would become clearer again, just like with Hermione. Wouldn't that be a responsible decision for him?

This virgin, tempting beauty, so eager for his mission. It made his cock pulse even harder, thinking about it. She was everywhere - touching, kissing, teasing - but to truly touch or taste his cock, she needed his permission, because he was responsible for her. And the way she acted, sounded, and moved indicated that he was in charge of her entire life. He sighed. "It's j-just..."

"Yes, Sir? Tell me, please. I'll do anything." He didn't know how to explain it.

"You're younger, I'm taking care of someone your age, like an adopted daughter."

"Oh, I understand." Her voice became even lower and more sultry, squeezing his cock harder. "Do I remind you of her? Do you want to call me by her name?" "...fuck."

"You can call me by her name if it pleases you, Sir. I'll dress like her. I'll be her friend. If she doesn't want to fuck you the way you deserve, I'll hold her down. She should have a little fuck-friend, right? Someone whispering sin into her ear all the time?" Her voice only changed octaves slightly. "You're lucky you have such a hot daddy. I wish I could surprise him in the shower in the morning and suck his cock like a good daughter. You're lucky you can do that. Do you like that, Daddy?" "...fuck...fuck..."

"Do you want me to help her learn later? Do you want her to have a special secret slave-cook to serve you, Daddy?"

That...that was too much.

He let go of one hand for just a moment and unzipped himself, leading her hand to his cock. She started stroking it expertly right away. She snuggled into his body and let out a happy sigh, loving every second of touching his cock.

"Thank you," she whispered. "This is so amazing. It's so big. Look at my fingers. They don't even touch. You're so huge, Daddy."

He couldn't look - but he was so tempted. But it would be too easy to stop looking at the road completely. Her fingers were heavenly. Soft, long, and nimble. They didn't remind him of what he would have thought her rough hitchhiking life could have done to her.

"What's going on with your girl?" Luna asked. "Why isn't she doing this for you, Daddy?"

She called him daddy again. Fuck. Was she really under the same spell as everyone else in town? Was it because of his proximity? But if that was it, why was Padma still resistant?

"No," he shook his head. "No, we're more like...I don't know. Kind of enemies. Business competitors."

She laughed. "What a bitch."

As she said that, her stroking became more elaborate and prolonged. As if she was showing him what she could do that Padma couldn't. Her hand was already slick with his pre-cum. A long, sticky, warm stream of saliva dripped from her mouth onto his entire cock and balls.

His resistance evaporated. He needed to cum, he needed her mouth on him.

"Take it," he commanded her. "Take all of it."

She made such a joyful sound in response that he almost worried she would wake up Padma. But as her mouth found purchase over his quivering, spurting cockhead, Padma's eyes remained closed. She looked almost as if she was having a nightmare. Her hands stretched out over her knees and turned intensely in one direction, her eyes tightly shut and her head pressed against the window.

In another world, another time, he might have been worried. Something definitely seemed off about her, but he couldn't pinpoint what.

Instead, while Padma was living in a nightmare, he was living in a dream with the talented lips of Luna, which moved up and down his shaft.

"He quit because he wasn't sure he could handle Luna's beautiful lips and the steering wheel. Every ten seconds or so, her tongue and lips delivered a fresh wave of pleasure he had never experienced before. When he climaxed - which he did three times during the extra hour it took them to get to their destination - so did she. He fought not to watch as her body became tighter, longer, her breasts sexier, wedged between his crotch and the steering wheel with every load that entered her eager, submissive throat.

In the back seat, Padma was clearly enjoying herself. He had put her back together after his first orgasm. Her fingers were caught between her legs, even from behind, as she tried to shield him from her position. Her eyes were fixed on the distance outside the window - but as she did so, she caught Harry and Luna's reflection.

Helpless. Lost in desire. Sweating, shaking, moaning, shifting. She didn't even hide it when the cabin came into view.

The parking space in front of the cabin was marked with stakes and stones. He drove in longitudinally and sharply, pulling Padma off her seat like poorly arranged groceries. She landed in the space between the rear and front seats, legs spread, her head impaled vertically with her eyes fixed purely on Luna's mouth, worshipping her new god's cock.

He pushed Luna onto the seat, but there wasn't enough room. Somehow he was getting bigger. He barely fit behind the wheel. With a growl, he kicked open the door, the metal bending and cracking from the impact, and grabbed her by the hair. She screamed, but loved it, the quick pain only intensifying the pleasure of being manipulated.

He got out of the car, still pulling Luna by the hair. He felt violent; he felt like an unrealized conqueror. He slammed Luna onto the hood of the car ass-first, spreading her legs wide open and entered her violently and easily.

"Yes!" she screamed. "Oh fuck, yes!"

The bulge of his cock was visible all the way down to her stomach. She was so damn proficient."

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