Hannah was lying face down on Harry's bed while he applied Murtlap essence to her bottom.
"That feels so much better Harry. Are you almost finished?"
"I was finished ten minutes ago. I just like playing with your bum."
She swatted his hand aside and turned onto her side. "What does it take to satiate you… Oh!"
There before her face was a very erect and very familiar cock. By sheer instinct she reached out and began to stroke it. "You promised me lunch. I don't think what nourishment you can offer with this pussy stretcher will even begin to quell my hunger." But she leaned forward and took him into her mouth nevertheless and had him moaning quickly enough. Reaching down he groped for her tits. She swatted his hands away again. "No you don't. I'm going suck you so empty your balls are going to shrink to the size of peas and you won't be able to fuck anything for a month. Then you're going to take me downstairs for a proper lunch. So don't hold back and no funny stuff." Stuffing his shaft back into her mouth she sucked, bobbed, stroked it with one hand, and caressed under his balls with the other. But when she probed his asshole with her little and ring finger while continuing to rub his secret spot with her thumb he exploded and shot his cum down her throat in copious ejaculations.
"See, big boy? Look down here and see how small your balls are now."
Harry hurriedly glanced down with unconcealed concern in his face as she lifted his sack so he could see it. Nothing had changed and the relief on his face was palpable. Hannah laughed so hard that Harry couldn't help himself and laughed too.
"Ok, big boy, get your clothes on." With that she got up and started to dress, then went to the bath to make herself decent. Harry reluctantly obeyed; a.s he was dressing an owl arrived at the window and Harry retrieved the message. It was from Cho.
Harry,
Florean Fortecuse's tomorrow at 11:00 AM. Can't wait!
Cho
As they entered the kitchen Harry called Kreacher. The elf popped in and Harry asked him, "Kreacher, Miss Abbott is hungry. Would you please serve her a nice lunch?" Kreacher bowed low and scurried into the pantry. Harry and Hannah sat at the table and chatted about her family. Pure blood families were so unlike what Harry had expected. There were so many social expectations and, to Harry, they seemed foolish.
Kreacher soon served them poached salmon in honey and dill sauce. For desert he served pumpkin pasties. The beverage was a proper pot of Irish tea. They both dug in. Hannah was amazed at the first bite. "Kreacher, this is simply delicious. I appreciate your skill in the kitchen."
Kreacher bowed very low. "My mistress would be disappointed in Kreacher if he did not extend the full hospitality of the Ancient and Noble house of Black to an esteemed member of the venerable Abbott family. Your pleasure is Kreacher's reward."
After Kreacher popped off Harry turned to Hannah and said, "I'm going to have you visit more often. You definitely make life easier around here because Kreacher will be now in a good mood for at least a week."
"That's not the reason you'll have me back, Harry Potter. You're a liar. You'll have me back because I owe you a supply of my throat fuck potion that you can't wait to use on your other fuck buddies and because next time I come I'm going to bring a spanking paddle with me, just so you don't feel the need to contact that ginger witch. By the way, I took her letter and photograph."
"Can't fool you, can I?"
"It will be a sunny spring day in Azkaban when a Gryffindor successfully lies to a Hufflepuff."
"Are you going to let your other fuck buddies paddle you?"
"That wouldn't work very well. They're not alpha males. They're eager, which is fun, but they're not the dominant type. Now, what might work is if I use the paddle on them. I'm willing to bet I could make Nigel so hard and horny by paddling his ass that he'll squirt as soon as he penetrates me, if I allow him too. Might be fun to deny him for a while; I could probably train him to be a proper sex slave. What a great idea, Harry. How does it feel to be responsible for corrupting a pure blood slut?"
"Next time I turn your bum red I'm going to fuck you in your bum, so don't taunt me." There was no response but the expression told him her pussy just got wet with the idea of it.
"Harry, there's a couple of things I want your advice about. Can we talk in private?" Hannah pulled in her lower lip and bit it, so sexy.
"Sure."
They got up and he led her to the library. Harry waved his wand brining lamps and sconces to light. The room was vast, containing thousands of volumes. Hannah was astounded. The Black family library contained bookshelves two stories high with sliding ladders all around for access. Most of the volumes on the shelves were very old. There were books in Latin, Greek, Italian, and German. There were even a few in Russian and Hungarian. Most of the lower shelves contained books in English and some of those were in a form of Olde English in use between the ninth and fourteenth centuries. The center of the room contained leather bound chairs and couches with side tables and lamps.
Making an inspection tour of the room, Hannah had temporarily forgotten her original purpose. She found books on every magical subject and many on geography, politics, both muggle and magical history, medicinal remedies, and on the shelf above medicinal remedies: potions. She quickly examined the potions books in more detail, even pulling a few off the shelf to examine contents. Then, on the shelves to the left of medicinal remedies and potions were old volumes on alchemy. These touched on subjects she never realized had been explored by alchemists, such as transfiguration, exorcism, transmogrification, and blood rituals. Harry sat patiently in one of the chairs while she investigated, feeling a little guilty because Hannah would be the first he had shown the library. He should have shown it to Hermione first, his excuse being he had only discovered it recently and Hermione was out of reach in Australia.
Almost an hour later she emerged from her hyper‑focused state and excitedly addressed Harry. "Some of these books are one‑thousand years old, Harry. This is an extraordinary repository of magical knowledge, perhaps unequaled. Here, for example, is a hand written book authored by the alchemist to the court of the Holy Roman Emperor Charlemagne. Harry, can I borrow these books?"
"Probably not, I wouldn't feel comfortable allowing any to leave this library. However, I will instruct Kreacher to grant you free access to the house and library and you can study here all you want. Just be sure to pay respects to the mistress whenever you stop by and let me know if you find anything of interest. Oh, and one other thing, as soon as Hermione returns I'm going to show her this library. She already has full rights of access to the house but she doesn't yet know about the library. You should plan on sharing this space with Hermione in the future."
Hannah ran across the room, jumped into Harry's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep and passionate kiss. "You and me and Hermione are going to be very good friends, I'm sure."
"You should know, if you haven't guessed already, that I have a special relationship with Hermione. I love her very much. In many ways I love you too but Hermione will always be number one. I just want you to know this so there won't be any misunderstanding or conflict."
"I know that, Harry. Again, it isn't brain surgery to figure that out. I do want to get to know her better and I won't cause any trouble between the two of you. I'm happy for both of you."
"Ok. Good girl. Now, you wanted to ask me about some things."
"Yes. I wanted to ask if you thought my talent with potions could be profitable. I assume that you've tried my special little potions. What do you think?"
"Yes. I don't need to think about it. They're amazing, Hannah, but a little dangerous. I don't recommend selling them in the greatest strengths. But the low and medium strength could very well be popular. You could probably sell the low strength at one price and the medium strength at triple that."
"Say more. How much should I charge?"
"How much do basic ingredients cost?"
After thinking quietly she said, "Depending on the potion, I can usually make a small caldron full for between ten and fifteen sickles. My newest potion for throat fucking might cost me as much as a galleon."
"Well, let me think. A small two liter cauldron will probably produce about 1 liter of finished potion. You could divide that up into small vials of, let's say, 25 cubic centimeters. That's probably good for 10 to 15 uses. The throat fuck potion might last for 50 uses but its effect is only 3 minutes duration so that's fair. So each batch could yield 40 vials. I think the low strength potions should price at 5 galleons and the medium strength at 15 galleons. So a single batch can earn, at retail, 200 galleons for the low strength and 600 galleons for the high strength. Not a bad profit for an investment of 1 galleon and some brewing time. Use a larger cauldron to increase your efficiency."
The look on Hannah's face was a combination of disbelief and shock. "Do you really think they can command a price that high?"
"I admit the price is high. But we don't want to flood the magical world with these concoctions. Think of the price as helping to enforce a rationing so we don't cause everyone to be fucking like rabbits in the street. You asked me for my opinion. That is my opinion," was Harry's answer.
"She leaned in and kissed him ever more passionately than before. "I could be rich, Harry. You're a total sweetheart! Oh you are so going to have me anywhere, anytime, and anyway that you want me. We'll be partners."
"No. I don't need the money. I'll be your test subject and a part time consultant and that is reward enough. Keep me stocked up with samples as a form of return on investment. Thinking about this a little more, you probably can't open a shop with so few product offerings. You'll need to sell through an established shop. They'll probably want at least 50% of retail sales but you'll still make a very large profit. I have an idea George Weasley would sell your potions in Weaseley's Wizard Wheezes. He's already separated one or two of his products into an adult's only room in the back with restricted access. The love potion he sold was causing chaos among teens and young adults. He's thinking about discontinuing it and your potions would fill a need the store has for an adult product. He may be able to reconfigure his adult product line with your concoctions at its core."
"I always knew you were brave, kind, and generous but I have learned so much more about you this summer. You're also a smart and deviant sexual beast. You could have a full harem of witches who would grovel at your feet, Harry Potter. Would you like that? We could change your name from 'The Boy Who Lived' to 'The Master.' How do we get started with our business enterprise?"
"Your business enterprise," he corrected her. "Prepare 25 cubic centimeter vials of each of your potions and package them as a sample set; include written instructions for their use and the appropriate cautions. We'll visit George at the store and present our idea, along with the sample set, and let him test them. I'm sure he'll love them. I understand he as a stable full of fuck buddies and he'll report results to us quickly enough. I'm sure."
"Right away. Can we do this tomorrow?"
"I have a date with Cho Chang tomorrow at Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour at 11:00 PM. Come by at 11:30 PM and we can all talk to George together. You never know, we might just shock Miss Chang and have some fun with her. By the way, does the stamina potion work with girls?"
"It's a date. Cho Chang, Harry? She's only one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. You really do have a stable of adoring witches already. Oh, and the stamina potion. It's not quite compatible with a girl's physiology. A girl doesn't really need anything like that. Once we get going we can fuck as long as our physical strength holds out without anything like that. However, I am working on an arousal potion that would turn a girl into a rapacious succubus. It's tricky getting the strength right. It's one of a few new potions I have under research and development. I'm sure this library will be most useful with my research."
"I can't wait to try it on you. Ok. Is that all you wanted to ask me."
"Actually, no, there is one more thing. Harry, I'd like to have a three‑way, maybe a four or five way and I want you to be the alpha. In fact, I can't imagine doing it without you. Are you game?"
"Say more. Do you have anyone in mind?"
"As I said, you. Then I was think Dennis Creevy, Nigel Wolpert, and Kevin Whitby, as you know all current fuck buddies of mine. I think I can convince at least two of them to join. Can you think of anyone else?"
"Let's see how it goes with George. You could offer this as an opportunity for him to do some potion testing. He's maybe a little too old for your tastes but you should expand your interests."
Hannah punched him on the arm. "I'm not a pedophile, Harry Potter. How dare you. It's a good idea, George. I'd love to try a few older and more experienced men, a few women probably as well."
"Let me think about it. We'll talk about it later. You'll probably be spending more time here so you'll be easy to reach." Harry then called, "Kreacher!"
A moment later the elf popped into the library. "Master called?"
"Kreacher, Miss Abbott here wants to make use of the Black family library and I've granted her full rights of access to the house and library. She can come and go as she chooses from now on. She's being granted equal privileges as Miss Granger. Would you be so helpful as to afford her the full hospitality of the Ancient and Noble House of Black whenever she is here and to obey her commands as you would mine?"
Kreacher bowed very low and addressed Hannah, "Kreacher is honored to serve so noble a member of the esteemed house of Abbott, mistress."
"Thank you Kreacher," she responded. "I'm sure you will exceed all my expectations. You will also ensure that I pay honor and my respect to your Mistress when I visit?"
Kreacher, who rarely displayed delight or joy, responded with undisguised enthusiasm. "I shall, my mistress." He bowed low once again.
Harry then said, "That will be all Kreacher." With that he popped off.
"Thank you Harry, my dear, dear Master. Thank you so much. You won't regret this, my Master. Can you loan me parchment, ink and quill so that I can take notes. I want to spend a few hours researching now, if my Master will allow it."
Pointing to two very large mahogany desks near the bookshelves furthest from the door, "You'll find everything you need in those desks: parchment, quills, ink, blotters, and even pencils. There is even a parchment with instructions for performing a spell that will magically translate pages written in other languages into modern English. You'll find the spell instructions on the first page of the oversized book on the table here (pointing) and you will practice using that book so you don't damage anything valuable before you gain proficiency with the spell. There's also a small book rack next to each desk where you can keep books you're currently using. Keep in mind that Hermione is probably going to use one of the desks so restrict your use to one desk only."
Hannah began to kiss his face, his forehead, his lips, his neck, his ears and his nose over and over with butterfly kisses, all the while making mewing sounds and contented sighs. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," she was saying between kisses.
"Ok. If you don't stop that you're going to be raped on the floor right now. Either you want to do research or you want to get raped. It's your choice."
Taking out her wand, Hannah locked the door, executed a silencing charm, then stood up, knelt down between Harry's legs and pulled his pants off. Then she stood up and stripped, teasing him with a show as she did so. Finally, she turned around and squatted over his lap facing away from him. Reaching down she directed his cock at her wet little pussy, and sank down upon it. Grasping his hands she pulled them up to her tits. Putting her hands on the arms of the chair she leveraged herself up and down on his swollen member. This was going to be quick, sharp, and intense. Harry knew he wouldn't last because she was flexing her cunt muscles tight onto his dick with each down stroke. Pinching and rolling her nipples he pulled and stretched the hard little nubs out forcefully, making her scream. The more he abused her boobs and nipples the faster she bounced on him. Suddenly, she dropped down on him and soaked his cock and balls with her fuck juice, her cunt contracting in rhythmic pulses on his rigid pole.
When it stopped she began to bounce again. Harry reached down and began to play with the hood of her clit, avoiding the clit itself. She began to moan. Wedging his hand under her bum he wet his fingers in her juices and then plunged his thumb up her anal cavity. She screamed and increased her pace. Bouncing frantically she came again screaming as she did. When she stopped cumming she dropped forcefully down and impaled his thumb even deeper into her ass. She was breathing hard and sweat was running down her back. Harry began to lick her back, delighting in her salty sweat and making her shudder at the eroticism of his tongue strokes.
Now she began again, determined to make him finish. Pulling out his thumb he replaced it with his index and middle fingers and began to wriggle and stroke them while his other hand finally found her clit and began to flick it back and forth forcefully. He was close now. Hannah screamed loudly. "OOOOOHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCK YOU EEEEVVVVIL PEERRRVVVEERRT." She was cumming again and, finally, his cock swelled up and began pumping his thick cum deep into her cunt. Soon, they both stopped and spent several minutes catching their breath. Finally she tipped off his cock and laid out on the floor in the fetal position. Several minutes later she began to dress and Harry did too. Releasing the charms on the door and the room they both went to the bathroom and cleaned themselves.
Returning to the library Hannah summoned Kreacher and requested tea and biscuits. Harry left her there and returned to his room. He had an appointment later with Pansy and he wanted to shower, put on new clothes, and take a nap.
It was after 6:00 PM when he awoke and he was hungry again but he knew that he and Pansy were going to the tea shop in the arcade. He could probably buy sandwiches there. Downstairs, before he left, he looked into the library to check if Hannah was still there and found her sleeping on one of the couches. There were books open on one of the desks and a couple of pages of notes. Satisfied, he left for the haberdashery shop.
Arriving at the shop a little early was a good thing because he left his keys behind. Also, he had the opportunity to sit in one of the comfortable chairs and watch Pansy work her magic with a client: flirting, and complimenting, and displaying an impressive depth of knowledge about the in‑stock merchandise. The unfortunate clients were putty in her hands and did not stand the ghost of a chance resisting her charms. It could also be said that they were well outfitted and their wardrobe was enhanced by the time she finished with them so there was a fair value received; it could fairly be said it was a win‑win outcome. Certainly Harry himself was looking great now because of Pansy.
Once the client had been dispatched, the door locked and the window sign flipped over tp say closed, Pansy turned her attention to Harry. "Hello, partner. Come, I have a surprise for you in the back room." Taking his hand she led him into the back room where, sitting at Mister Fanshawe's desk and working on the computer was Tracey Davis. "Tracey, I want you to meet our Lord and Master, who needs no introduction." Tracey turned to look at them and immediately stood up.
Tracey was a beautiful half‑blood Slytherin who had suffered in Slytherin house due to her half‑blood status. Her father was a muggle and her mother was a Korean immigrant. Their family was a struggling middle class family and her mother, though a witch herself, had lacked the magical education available in the British Isles. This put Tracey at a severe disadvantage to the pure blood bigots in Slytherin house and would have been far worse off had she not been befriended by Daphne Greenglass, the Greenglass family being perhaps at the highest echelon of the Sacred Twenty‑Eight social hierarchy. Daphne, for her part, had treated everyone fairly whether Slytherin or no but was extremely stand‑offish and had a reputation that was reflected in her moniker of 'The Ice Queen.'"
Tracey, having grown her beautiful shiny black hair down to her waist and blessed with among the most attractive and exotic looks Harry had ever seen. She was every bit as beautiful and sexy as Cho Chang. Her round face betrayed her Korean heritage and her figure was delicately round, curvy and sexy. Harry and Tracey had not exchanged words during their school days but what surprised him most about her presence here was that Pansy had been a chief tormenter of Tracey's. Harry closed the gap between them, offered his handshake, and declared, "How nice to see you again, Tracey. I hope you've been treated well?"
"Thank you, Mister Potter. I have."
Pansy interjected, "Yes, about that. You're right. I was not kind to Tracey in school. The only thing that held me back was her friendship with Greenglass, who was untouchable. But, as you know Harry, I want to make amends for my inexcusable behavior and Tracey has been a project I've been working on all summer, hoping to gain her trust."
Addressing Tracey, Harry spoke, "I've certainly found her to be sincere, Tracey. Hope you have too."
"No question, Mister Potter. She has convinced me, so far."
"So," Pansy continued, "like you Tracey grew up in the muggle world and she knows how to relate to muggles, who are our clients, and has some skill with the computer too. I'd like to bring her on, with your permission, as our head sales associate. Come, let's go get tea and we can discuss the details."
"I'm hungry, so I hope there are sandwiches at the tea shop. Tracey, you're to call me Harry. Drop the Mister Potter."
With that Tracey shut down the computer and they all left the shop. After locking the door Pansy pulled Harry out into the arcade and called his attention to the doors that were positioned between each storefront. "Those doors, Harry, are at the bottom of a set of stairs leading to the rooms above the shops. As you know, the rooms may be used as flats. I've spoken to the landlord and he's making plans for some remodeling that I am suggesting. This will eliminate the need to go through the shop to reach my flat and, if you approve of my plans, two more flats will be created above the adjoining shop accessible by the same stairs. Tracey will occupy one of the new flats. Let's go get tea."
The tea shop did indeed have sandwiches, scones, tea, biscuits and a menu full of nibble food. Tracey went to the counter to place their order and Pansy took the opportunity to badger Harry. "What do you think, Harry? She's absolutely beautiful and you should see her in the Slytherin green bustier and sales outfit that we wear. Her boobs are bigger than mine and her eyes are almost hypnotic. I've been introducing her to clients on an apprentice basis and, Harry, they are enraptured by her. She's picking up an understanding of our merchandise and the sensibilities of our clients very fast. You know I need the help, she's practically a muggle, and she needs the job. Please say yes."
"Of course it's yes. I trust your judgment, Pansy. I know you want to succeed and I am excited that you're trying to build bridges that you once burned. I'm a little confused about the extra flat, although I'm OK with that too; I just wonder what the story is behind these plans."
Tracey had returned with their orders and had to make two trips. When she was seated Pansy asked her to explain about the arrangements that had been discussed.
"Yes, Mister Potter."
"Harry"
"Ok, Harry. As you know, I'm basically a muggle. My family is not poor but they're not rich either. I needed a job and I found Pansy when my dad and I stopped in to buy him a tie. She asked me to return at shop closing to discuss possible employment. You know, Pansy and I were never close. I was very skeptical. But, she began by apologizing with tears and sobs and accepted full responsibility for her unforgiveable behavior. She promised she would make up for all the abuse if I gave her a chance. She begged me for a second chance. I'm not a vindictive person, Harry, so I thought I'd give her at least the benefit of the doubt."
"It turns out she was going to be the new owner of Fanshawe's Men's Fashions with you as her partner. The very fact that you and her would form a partnership was deeply shocking. This is the woman who shouted to the assembled student body to seize you and surrender you to the Dark Lord. Of all the people in the magical world this would be the last person I would think you could trust, except for Draco Malfoy."
Harry interjected, "Tracey, were you aware that I saved Draco's life?" Her expression was one of utter disbelief.
"No, I did not know that. Anyway, Pansy began to train me for the job as a sales associate. I couldn't help but admire her sales pitch. But, I also thought I could do as well or better. I'm a pretty girl, at least to those who like Asians. I have also been aware that I attract the male gaze of middle class British men of a certain advanced age. With the right makeup and costume, such as Pansy uses, I could certainly over perform as a sales associate servicing those clients." Harry noticed that she wore her hair so that half fell down her back and the other half fell over one shoulder and dropped down to her waist. Her eyes were spellbinding. He had no reason to doubt what she said.
"Pansy has offered twice the wages that I can earn in a restaurant plus a 5% commission on all my sales. She's also offering lodging in the flat above the adjoining store for half the price of an equivalent London flat. It's a deal I really can't refuse. More than that, I love what I've done so far as her apprentice and I'm looking forward to forming relationships, business relationships, with the clients."
Harry was impressed by her self‑assurance and honest manner. "I'm sure you're perfect for the job. Welcome aboard."
For the first time Tracey smiled. It seems the tension between them had been broken.
Now Pansy picked up the conversation. "Tracey has a boyfriend and she wants to move out of her parent's home so they can enjoy some privacy together. So she really appreciates the flat at a reasonable cost. He'll probably live there with her."
"There's a third flat. Are we planning to rent this to the general public?"
"No," Pansy said.
At this point Harry had to say, "We seem to be dancing around the purpose of the third flat. You do have a purpose for it, don't you?"
Tracey began to answer, "We would like it to be a kind of sanctuary for a friend of mine, one that will afford privacy and security to act out some fantasies."
"Can you say more?"
Tracey answered. "Before we say more we need you to promise us you will not betray our confidence in you. This is vital, more than you can possibly imagine. We should ask you to take an unbreakable vow but Pansy says your word of honor is just as binding. So, can you promise that, number one you will not judge, number two you will never discuss this with anyone other than the two of us, and number three you will seriously consider the role that we want you to play?"
"I won't lie to Hermione. She's out of the country but, when she returns, I won't lie to her. I can see that, whatever it is you have in mind, I must tell her eventually. Her discretion will be as binding as mine. I will not betray her trust and she will not betray mine. So, whatever confidence you want to share with me you should understand it will eventually be shared with Hermione, once I understand the nature of the role you ask me to play. Also, I'm not agreeing to play any role until I know more."
Pansy spoke, "I warned you. I knew it would come down to this. My opinion is that his loyalty to Hermione and her loyalty to him is a demonstration of their integrity. I think that you should trust them. Harry, can we give you a memory, a dream actually, and ask you to examine it. It should be obvious what the mystery is about here once you see it. This, because it is someone else's private dream, we ask you to tell no one about, even Hermione. If you choose not to play the role we are asking, we'll understand and our transaction will remain between the three of us."
"I can agree. But I won't go any further than this if you can't agree that I may confide in Hermione anything else beyond this once."
"Ok." Tracey then produced a vial that contained silvery threads of the memory of a dream. He was going to need a Pensieve. She gave it to Harry.
"One more thing, Harry, Tracey is an employee and neither one of us will be having sex with her. That is not part of the deal. Anyway, it's not right to use an employee that way because of our position of authority over her. It's best not to complicate the relationship and its best to keep it on a professional level. Agreed?"
"Yes," said Harry. "That's the way it should be. I agree."
Pansy answered, "Thank you, Harry. I can't think of anyone I trust more."
"Welcome aboard, Tracey," Harry said. "You're going to be a high achiever, I'm sure."
Tracey smiled.
After they left Tracey went one way and Harry and Pansy the other, heading on the way back to the shop. "Coming up, my stallion?"
"For a little while but I can't stay the night."
"Come along then. If you're still hungry I have something you can eat that won't make you fat."
Entering Pansy's flat, she stripped quickly and then impatiently stripped Harry down. Then he stopped her. "I want to take you slowly and sensually tonight, just a gentle and carnal fuck. Nothing fancy and we'll take our time."
"I am yours, my stallion. I'm horny, wet, and ready. Take me however you want. First, let's bring your standard to full mast, shall we?"
Assuming the subservient position before him she licked him and sucked him until his staff rose to full height. Taking both her hands and bringing her to her feet he guided her to her bed and laid her down. Then, lifting her hips, he put two pillows under her bum and penetrated her with his erect dick. "You really have a stallion's cock. I always feel completely stretched and totally full when you're in me." She gave a loud, contented sigh. Lying on top of her he didn't move or thrust but spent at least fifteen minutes just tongue wrestling and licking her sensitive breasts. Soaking his cock in her warm wet cunt, skin to skin contact along the length of their bodies, licking and kissing her face, mouth, neck and tits, with wandering hands and grasping bums, these are all sensual pleasures in their own right and are often rushed as lovers want to get quickly to the banging away in pursuit of orgasms. But, tonight, he was going to soak in her carnal charms and she was going to soak in his.
Their passion grew despite the absence of friction between their genitals. Pansy was approaching her release and finally was so close she demanded that he fuck her. Harry was ready too. Rising up he hooked her legs with his arms and brought her feet up next to her ears. Then he began fucking her as hard and fast as he had ever fucked anything. It only took four thrusts and she was spewing cum all over his cock and balls. Six thrusts later he pumped her full of his cum.
They lay together spooning in the afterglow, another important and sensual pleasure in its own right. Finally, after half an hour, he got up and dressed. She was half asleep when he leaned over, kissed her gently, thanked her, and left. She was asleep before he closed the door.
When Harry arrived home, Hannah was sleeping peacefully in his bed. After showering he joined her and spooned up close, holding one of her beautiful breasts in one hand and, with the arm that he snaked under her neck he held one of her hands. Just before he drifted off Harry realized that all of his sexual exploits with the women in his life led to some intimacy between him and them. Perhaps he was hardwired that way but even the most deviant and debauched sex between him and any one of them resulted in him feeling some tenderness and caring for them and they for him. Then he drifted off, joining Hannah in sleep.
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