I can't believe how slowly this series has taken off. I thought for sure it would be more popular, only 14 followers, eek. Just a warning, I might abandon the story if it doesn't take off.
Ok Let's Go
Chapter 2
Narcissa came to stand at the counter where Harry sat. She paid for her session before corralling Draco out the door. Harry and James both offered a friendly departing as Harry felt tension building. His father turned to him with a stern eye, Harry was busted.
James grabbed Harry lightly by the shoulder, leading him to the back office. This was bad, James didn't want any witnesses to what he was about to do to him. His father had no intention of this, he just wanted more privacy should someone walk into the parlour. The door opened and closed as the two entered the private business section of the parlor space.
Jame's desk sat on the back wall, moved into the corner to make as much space as possible, 3 chairs sat in front of the desk, 2 directly in front with one more off to the side. James pulled out one for Harry as he took the one off to the side. Speaking softly, he asked "What did you see?"
"Enough." Harry answered shamefully, his fidgeting hands trapped between his knees as he stared down at them shamefully.
"Why were you looking?" James asked, he knew his son, this wasn't normal behavior for his son. Harry explained what had happened, even showing his fingers to his father to prove it. Paternal instincts took over, he didn't want to see his son in pain any more than any other good father in history. He got up, went behind his desk and pulled out a drawer, a small bottle of healing salve emerged, much to Harry's relief.
Stepping back around, he handed it to Harry who cautiously reached for the healing ointment. Uncorking the small vial, he dabbed some onto his burnt finger, rubbing the contents into the burn with his thumb.
Harry never grew tired of watching flesh heal itself. He still remembered the time he had skinned his knee up while on their jog, James had carried the limping boy home before applying the remedy. His skin stitched itself together until there were no signs of his injury.
Handing the ointment back, James returned it to the door, closing it softly before returning to his chair. "Do you have any questions"
Harry began rattling them off, "Why was he having sex with Mrs. Malfoy? Was he having sex with all the women? Why was he doing this? When did he start?" On and on the questions rang out. James raised his hand, stopping the onslaught so he could answer.
He explained to his son the origins of the parlour, after Lily's death, he had travelled abroad to seek refuge. Harry had been left in the care of Albus and Minerva until he returned. Harry vaguely recalled this, having been so long ago his brain was fuzzy, the trauma around the events did little to help.
During James's travels, he found himself in China where he studied the healing magic of the area. The Chinese taught him their ways, he learned to heal and present healing auras through his hands. He discovered he was quite adept at massage techniques and studied them further. It had earned some ire from the wizards of China as it was viewed as a practice better suited to witches. Still he studied under the tutelage of a slightly older witch who taught him magics that had been passed down for generations.
During one of his training sessions, he massaged his Chinese instructor, bringing moans of bliss from the woman's throat. His roaming hands travelled too far south as he loosened the chakras of the stomach with his healing hand. His palm came to rest above her vagina as he channeled the healing aura into his hand. The effect caused the woman to unleash an orgasm that sprayed out covering the bottom half of the table and reaching the wall.
The woman had the strongest orgasm of her life, she begged him to do it again and again. Eventually the woman begged him to fuck her, his pants fell from her delicate fingers undoing the clasps. His large length initially shocked the woman who became terrified of the huge meat. Her skepticism was quickly overcome by her need to be filled. He filled her with his cock, bringing her to many more orgasms that left her dehydrated for days.
James eventually found his way back to England where he opened his parlour. Through years of experience, he honed his craft, becoming the best masseuse in Magical London. Harry listened, though he felt slightly awkward by the tale, but was eager to learn more.
"What about mom?" he asked softly, not wanting to upset his father.
"While I loved your mom, she's gone." He replied sorrowfully, leaning in and placing his hand on Harry's leg. "While I doubt she would approve of my practice, she would have not wanted me to live my life pining for her departed soul." He loved his wife dearly, he would give everything up to hold her in his arms again.
James stood up again, going to a small bookshelf that sat opposite his desk. It was lined with all of the healing books that one would expect to find, but one was different. Pulling the leather bound pages out, he presented the book to Harry who flipped it around to read the front, "A Guide to Chinese Healing and Massage for Witches."
"I've been looking for a way to break the ice and tell you everything for a while now. Fate has a way of bringing about what needs to be done." James offered as he sat back down. "This book will teach you how to focus your aura in your hand, I suspect you will be able to do what I do with a little time."
Harry opened the book and instantly started scanning the words, fresh information cataloging into his mind. "How will I practice?" Harry asked, unsure how he would be able to hone his own skills to meet his father's expectations. James stood before sliding the office door open again. They walked back to the massage room James had just occupied with Mrs. Malfoy.
As Harry came into the room behind his father, the aroma that always prevailed after his father's sessions started to make sense now. It was the smell of sex and the female cum that sprayed from James's clientele. James stood at the table that Narcissa had just been on, waving a hand the messed up sheet disappeared leaving only the vinyl upholstery. Waving his hand again a body appeared on the table.
It was a lifeless form that laid on the table, a medical simulacrum of a human body. Stepping up, Harry pressed his hands to the faux flesh, it felt just like real flesh, it was even warm. "You will practice with this until I can allow you to perform a massage on someone. I suggest you start reading." James instructed, pointing to the book that Harry grasped in his hands.
Harry quickly reopened the book and started reading, heading back out to the counter as James headed back to the washroom. Another spike of realization hit Harry as he figured out why James always took a shower after a session. It wouldn't do to smell like another woman when he was trying to provide a special service to another.
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The day was filled with Harry performing his cleaning duties of the rooms. He should have been appalled at finding out what and why the rooms needed to be cleaned after a session, but he didn't. In between his cleaning duties, Harry would read the text discreetly from his spot at the front counter.
Each woman who entered sent an enticing shiver racing down his spine as he now knew why they were there. He had finished reading the textbook by the end of the day, marking out spots with page markers to return to should he need to revisit them in the future. As the final client left, James could see Harry was eager to practice.
Entering the room that had remained vacant since the morning, James sat in a chair to observe his son. Harry was nervous at being scrutinized by his father, his inexperience clearly evident even to himself as he began rubbing. But James could see a natural affinity for massage in his technique. It would need to be honed with practice, but would come easily to the gifted young man.
James let Harry continue for half an hour, displaying the techniques from the book with ease. Halting Harry, he indicated for him to approach James. He instructed Harry to place his hand palm out to the inspecting eyes of James and demonstrate an aura. Harry struggled to form an aura on his hand despite James demonstrating his own with ease. Harry was a gifted man, but this wasn't something that could be forced, it had to be formed.
Gripping Harry's hand, James lowered it to the young man's side. Harry looked dejected at having failed the task, but James was proud, he knew Harry would get to it with time. They did a final cleanup as the day grew late, the darkness of night fought off by flickering lanterns along Diagon Alley.
Locking up, the pair departed for their house, arriving in the backyard, they trekked inside, knocking their slippers off at the back door as they entered. James began pulling out food to cook as Harry headed off to take a shower. The meal was prepared and laid out as Harry came back down.
They ate their meal in comfortable silence, neither needing to say anything to the other. Upon finishing, Harry remained to clean the kitchen while James headed upstairs to shower one last time and get ready for bed. With the kitchen clean, Harry sought the comfort of his bed, dressed in his sleep shorts, he fell to the padded mattress, wrapping himself in the sheets and allowed slumber to quickly overcome him.
The next morning was a repeat of the first, almost verbatim, the only difference being Harry eagerness to go into work for the first time since his father let him start carving runes. They arrived at the parlour, unlocking the door and entering the themed space. Harry was eager for the day, though he had little expectation of anything actually happening.
As the day progressed customers walked in and out, some were there solely for the charms that Harry pedaled, while others sought the services of James. Hours grew long as Harry rested his head on the counter, his hands providing less than comfortably padding against the stone. His tranquil dozing was brought to an end as a fiery head of hair announced the arrival of their 1PM appointment.
Amelia Bones entered with a nervous Susan Bones behind her, Harry greeted the pair as James walked up, likewise greeting his next customer. As Amelia was about to head back, Susan spoke up, "Aunty, may I get a massage too?" Amelia sputtered trying to find a reason to deny a seemingly innocent massage.
"If I may Madam Bones" Jame interrupted the conversation, "Harry has been studying massage, I could offer a complimentary massage to the young lady from Harry, if you approve." Amelia looked aghast at James, seeing if he was serious or not. His steadfast face returned her questioning gaze, surely nothing unseemly would be done to Susan by Harry.
"That is fine I guess." Amelia relented, Susan let out a triumphant squeal at being allowed to receive a massage. The two women entered into their respective rooms leaving Harry and his father standing in the hallway.
James turned to Harry hoping to give last minute advice, "Don't force anything to happen, let it happen naturally. If she wants to get your extra I will allow it, but don't go in there expecting it". They both headed back and washed up, grabbing the wet towels before returning to the door. Harry's knuckle rapped lightly on the doorframe, before he cautiously slid the door open.
Susan lay face down on the table, a sheet draping across her body, hiding it from Harry's gaze. He walked over to the heater box, nervously fumbling with the controls as he loaded the unit with the wet towels. Coming to stand at the head of the table, his hands came out to smooth the sheet. "Have you given a massage before?" Susan asked, turning her head to the side.
"Yes I have." Harry fibbed, he technically had on the simulacrum, but this would be his first with a real person. "I'll make sure this is an amazing massage for you." he continued, trying to boost his own confidence with the statement. He began rubbing her back with his hands, tracing the curves of her supple body as he went.
Why did it have to be Susan? he asked himself, she was the most voluptuous girl in their year, maybe in the school. Every boy eyed her body hungrily as her curves enticed them, she even managed to make the baggy uniform of Hogwarts look sexy. Harry's nervousness returned, he attempted to squash it, but it just caused his hands to shake as they rode along her frame.
He brought his hands back up, rubbing them together before slightly shaking out his upper body, he couldn't show how he was nervous to Susan. He continued rubbing down her body, earning appreciative groans from the young woman. Deciding it was time to move on, Harry turned and pumped a few globs of lotion into his hand.
Turning back around, he pulled the sheet up, folding it over to crease at her waist, the sheet now doubled up over her legs. His gaze found her back, flawless skin spread out to the edge of the sheet. Her bra remained affixed behind her back, interrupting her otherwise unblemished skin.
Rubbing his hands together to spread the lotion from one to the other, he eventually placed his hands on her shoulder blades as he began rubbing the lotion in. Susan felt the slippery substance contact her skin, warmth and relaxation spread from the source, releasing tension as it went.
Harry began tracing the chakras over her skin, attempting to remember everything the text had mentioned. As he traced the one in her upper back along her spine, his fingers kept bumping into her bra strap, causing it to snap back onto her skin. She hissed at the sting it left behind, "would you mind unsnapping my bra?" she requested. She was face down anyway, it wouldn't hurt anything.
"Ye-yeah, sh-sh-sure." Harry stuttered out, normally it was his father who stuttered, apparently the trait had passed down to Harry during his time with his father. His fingers fumbled gently with the clip, eventually releasing it and folding each end away. A sigh left Susan as the pressure from the strap eased, she hated wearing bras, but her enormous bust made it necessary.
Harry continued rubbing along her skin as he worked out her tension. She relaxed further as her strained back muscles were finally given the necessary attention they deserved. Harry came to kneel up on the padded table, her head resting beneath his knees. Starting down the middle of her back tracing her spine, Harry worked his splayed hands down the length, pushing her energy lower into her body.
He came back up, spreading his hands apart slightly as he pushed down the length of her back again. He repeated the action, going further apart each time until he went a little too far. As he pushed, he felt his fingers that curled around her side contact something. He could feel her sideboob meet his phalanges, pushing softly into her supple flesh.
Susan dismissed it, too engrossed with the blissful relaxation to address Harry brushing the sides of her breasts. If she was to be honest, she didn't care, she had fancied the young man for a while now. His carefree demeanor while still remaining at the top of his class brought admiration from the young woman. He never had a bad word to say to anyone, he was always kind and jovial, never condescending. He even helped the older kids to work through their homework.
Satisfied with her back, Harry dismounted and came around to the side of her. He flipped the sheet back up to cover her back before flipping the bottom up to reveal her legs. No one deserved to have legs this sexy, Harry noted. They were somehow mature and youthful in the same instant. Their full nature beguiled that of an older woman whose body had stored fat to pad out aging skin.
In contrast to an older woman, her skin remained young and youthful, unblemished by the life normally lived to earn such plush thighs. Harry's mouth watered at the tempting sight, following the curves down to arrive at her dainty feet. Somehow they were sexy too, the soft soles of her feet rolling to meet her bent foot against the table.
He pumped out more glops of lotion, returning to lather them into her legs. He started with her right side, starting up at her thighs before tracing down past her knees to her feet. He returned to massage the chakra pockets that resided within, pushing the corralled energy down to her feet where it would be expelled.
After massaging the pockets, he grabbed more lotion before doing the same to her left leg. Her flesh felt delectable under his touch, soft and supple, firm yet forgiving. Did all women feel this way? Did everybody feel this way? He manipulated her skin as he traced out the chakra pockets, opening them up to flowing energy.
Having opened the pockets, he climbed up onto the table, kneeling over her lower back facing down toward her feet. He pushed his palms into her legs, pushing down the length to force the energy through the chakra pockets. He came back up and did it again, his hand tracing down the outside of her legs.
It was time to go inside, as his hands pushed down the center of her legs, another groan left Susan as her meaty legs were kneaded. Harry continued to push the energy down, drifting further inside her legs with every pass. Susan's legs naturally parted to give access to his hands. Coming up a little too far, Harry brushed against her ass, nervous that she might call foul to his touch, but she remained quiet beneath him.
He dismounted again, walking around to the foot of the table to stand at her feet. Grabbing her ankle, he pulled down to her heel, tracing down to the ball of her foot and her toes. His hands gripped her foot as he pulled it up, knee kinking to allow it to bend up. Delicate toes met his gaze, well manicured nails capped each one.
His hands pulled his finger across her foot as his eyes remained on her foot, he had a subtle desire to suck them into his mouth, but resisted the urge. He quickly set the foot down before doing the other one. His process of energy flushing completed, he came back up onto the table, his knees resting between her feet.
Running his hands up her legs, he admired the way the curvaceous flesh shone in the dim light of the room. His fingers dared to travel under the sheet, grazing her panty clad flesh, the cotton pulled snug over the surface of her ass. He couldn't help but give it a quick squeeze, what any guy would give to be where he was right now.
Susan had enjoyed the massage excessively, her body hummed in approval at the kneading of her flesh. As his fingers grazed her ass she smiled into the table's head support, she knew how sought after her curves were, who was she to deny the man that brought such contentment to her.
Having no signs of disapproval, Harry continued to run his fingers over her ass meat, the sheet drifted up as his fingers returned time and time again. Her panty clad ass was on full display to his leering eyes, combined with her legs it was a sight to behold. For the first time since he had started, he noticed his cock pulsing within his loose pants. It yearned to find out what it would feel like to be ground against the soft skin.
During Harry's pawing her backside, Susan began to moan softly towards the ground, going unnoticed by Harry. It felt so good, blissful pleasure replaced relaxed contentment, she could feel herself getting wet, hoping it would go unnoticed by the handsome young man. Afraid he wouldn't be able to contain himself, Harry rapidly climbed down pulling the sheet to cover her lower half.
Turning away to hide his boner as he instructed Susan to flip, they were both so lost in the experience that they had forgotten that Susan't bra was unclipped. The undergarment fell to the floor, unnoticed by Susan, the sheet had been pulled down slightly by her rolling action, leaving them uncovered. Harry stepped to the head of the table, lifting her head lightly to place a pillow under her, that's when her pillows surprised him.
They were huge, especially considering her age, they fell lazily to the sides of her chest, but remained up attempting to defy gravity. The perfect milky skin was topped with wide areolas that signaled she would be a good milker. In the center of each ring was a nipple about the size of Harry's pinky tip, each begged to be sucked on.
"Um, Susan…" He said, her eyes followed his to her tits.
Letting out a cute "eep" her hands flung up to cover the flesh as Harry hurried to cover her with the sheet. Susan blushed deep red, almost matching the striking color of her hair, she was so embarrassed. Harry bent down to retrieve her bra, holding it up for her.
"Would you like to put it back on?" he asked with a straight face, attempting to maintain a professional demeanor.
Susan glanced down at her now covered breasts, the thin cloth did little to provide modesty, her nipples tents out creating little bumps, even in the low light should could make out the outline of her breasts, though any detail was obscured. She really didn't want to put the undergarment on, it was nice to be free of the restraining device. She often went braless at home when her movements were typically relegated to reading in her bed.
Summing up her courage, she replied; "I think we can leave it off for now." Harry glanced around the room, finding the hooks for hanging clothes on the wall where her other clothes currently resided. His cock had previously begun to soften, but now tented his pants out comedically at the idea of a topless girl, covered only by a thin sheet, on his massage table.
He came back to the table, deciding to start at her feet to give his cock a chance to come down again, though he doubted it would. His fingers fell to her feet, caressing them gently, rubbing his fingers in between her toes to stretch out the joints within the small bones of her feet. Each toe cracked within his grip, Susan hissed through her teeth at the small pain, but let out her breath as relief from unknown stress was given.
Fingers cracked her other toes, the hiss absent this time as Susan anticipated the subtle spike of pain following relief. Harry brought her foot up, hinging her leg at her waist up and back towards him at the knee. Pushing back, he felt her hip joint pop through her leg, the sheet also fell back to pool around her groin.
Grabbing her other foot, he similarly popped her hip joint, the sheet rolled up to reveal her panties to Harry's eyes. A wet spot highlighted Susan's arousal to Harry, it clung to her lips in an enticing cameltoe. Gulping down his mouth juices, he laid her leg down and began running his hands up her legs.
Firm hands of Harry gripped her knees, rolling the joint around in his hand causing Susan's legs to roll back and forth. Her plushing jiggled erotically, the primitive part of Harry's brain wanted to lean down and trace his lips along her curves, feeling the flesh upon his lips before traveling to her juices.
Sniffing at the air, he smelt something he couldn't quite put his finger on, he had smelled it before but couldn't quite find the memory. It hit him like a brick falling from the sky, it was the smell most rooms smelled like after his father's sessions. Harry followed the smell carefully, it drew him to the ever increasing wet spot on her panties.
Susan was losing herself, she was losing control, how was it so good, his gentle hands that caressed her skin heated her up between her legs. Did all massages feel this good, or was it just because of Harry? Her face heated up, not from embarrassment, but from the pleasure that built within her nether region.
Harry eased his hands up her thighs, his fingertips landing on the cotton that separated him from her dripping lips. He wanted to rip them off of her, but managed to maintain his composure, though he doubted he could for much longer. He sat back up straight, dragging his fingernails across her skin leaving white trace marks upon the otherwise flawless skin.
Coming around to her left side, he picked up her arm, beginning to rub his hands up and down, releasing the tension. Harry witnessed the sheet shift down her frame, but refused to be dislodged from her towering bosom. Susan breathed deeply in through her nose, before exhaling through her pursed lips. "Try to relax." he soothed, Susan wanted to, but his touch just felt too good.
As his hands came to hers, his fingers interlocked with hers, spreading the small bones in her hands just as he had her feet. Susan rubbed her thighs together as inconspicuously as she could, him gripping her hand in such an intimate way did little to help the heat building within her.
Having finished with her left arm, he went to the other side, rubbing his palms down her arms, arriving at her fingers to interlace with his own. He felt a snap as the bones in her hand and wrist snapped into place, dislodged from years of gripping quills. Harry knew the damage such abuse could do to one's hand, the delicate art of carving runes on the charms were torture to his own. Learning early on to stretch out the bones afterwards to allow them to fall into their proper place and heal, he was surprised more didn't know about it.
As he went to depart, he felt Susan's fingers tighten slightly to grip at his hand, the young woman appeared to want to trap him in her grip. After a brief moment, her fingers relaxed, allowing Harry to place her arm back on the table. Having finished with her lower body and extremities, it was time to move onto her upper body.
He stood absent mindedly removing the sheet from her body, having completely forgotten about her exposed breasts. As he returned his focus, his eyes were left staring at her hard nipples that capped her breasts. Susan made no move to cover herself, her eyes blissfully closed as she enjoyed his attentive hands.
Hoping she would remain tranquil, he called no attention to her state, instead setting out to the chakra pockets in her abdomen. His hands pressed into her stomach, though she had some weight, it was spread evenly over the surface creating a flat plane of flesh. His hands created divots along the expanse as he pressed which quickly vanished whenever they were removed.
Susan felt him press into her stomach, moving around to various areas she recalled contained energy wells, chakra pockets as the Chinese called them. His hands continued their therapeutic practice, though Susan didn't care, she was too focused on the pleasure that sang within her. He might bring her to orgasm without ever touching her pussy or breasts, what an amazing feeling it was.
His hands wandered the expanse, lost in his own blissful paradise of her skin against his hands. A throb reminded him of his engorged meat within his pants, aching for attention. He jumped slightly when something touched it, looking down at his pants which tented out, Susan's hand had shifted off the table, coming to rest at his crotch. As he moved, his penis drew nearer and further from her grasp.
Rolling his hips, silk covered dick landed perfectly in her hands, Susan felt it enter her hand but dismissed it, it was probably just his legs. Flexing her fingers lightly, she wrapped around it, it was much too small to be his leg. Harry panicked as her hand gripped him, it wasn't hard so he could remove himself, but was too scared to move, fearful it might wake her from the trance she appeared to be in.
Susan idly felt up the foreign object unsure what it was, it obviously belonged to Harry's body, though she couldn't place it. Harry finally shifted uncomfortably, pulling his length from her grip, her fingers closed as they attempted to recapture whatever it was. Dismissing the encounter, perhaps it was just a lotion bottle in his pocket.
Sweating lightly, Harry forced himself to control his breathing and bring his actions back to professionalism. This was not appropriate, though nothing about this seemed to be appropriate. He departed her side, pulling up a chair and seated himself at the top of the table. Her cute face greeted him, admiring the woman who was his first massage client.
She opened her eyes, meeting his piercing green gaze, a smile hooked her lips as she said "Hi".
"Hi" he replied, dumbfounded by the cuteness of the girl. His hands found her scalp, massaging through her hair, her eyes drifted shut again as she enjoyed the experience. His fingers traced over her head, washing away all anxiety that resided within. She giggled slightly when his fingers flicked playfully over her ears before massaging the area behind them.
Groaning through slightly parted lips, she became putty in his hands, it felt incredible. Rubbing her cheeks lightly, this time the ones on her face, hair admired the way her lips shifted with the movement of her cheeks. It was slightly funny, though he maintained a straight face.
Her collarbone was the next to greet him, running along the rigid frame of her chest to her shoulders. Squeezing slightly, he felt her joints pop lightly, her youth not yet building up the tension in her shoulders. Hands palm down, he brought them along the top of her chest, perilously close to the border where her chest ballooned out.
It was too much for Susan, she shook lightly as an orgasm flushed through her body, the wet patch growing to obscene sizes as she released fluids, her mouth hung open as the pleasure overrode her circuits. Her eyes flew open again, finding Harry's face focused down at his work, unknowing the pleasure he had just caused her.
Her hand came up to grab his head which turned down to meet her, curious as to why she would grab him. Pulling down with surprising force, Harry almost fell out of his chair as she yanked him down to her. Opulen lips crashed into his surprising Harry, her tongue forcing it way into his mouth to graze across his teeth.
Harry's jaw opened, more in shock than in pleasure, allowing her tongue to plunge further in. Touching his own tongue, it grew a life of its own, battling the witch within his own mouth. His hands reached out to steady himself, falling onto plump bags of fat instead. He could feel her nipple poke into his hand.
Susan gasped through the kiss, pausing slightly as pleasure emanated from her tits. They had always been sensitive, Hannah loved playing with them during their fun times in their shared dorm room, but this was something else, this was a man's grip on them. While not better or worse than a woman's, it was just different.
Firm flesh met his fingers as they squeezed lightly, sending thrills through her frame. Having separated from the kiss, Harry stood to fix his position on the chair, though he never got the chance to sit back down. Tented pants were observed by Susan's hungry gaze, it dawned on her what had been in her hand earlier, it was this glory to behold.
Delicate hands felt at his pants, gripping the pole lightly through the silk fabric. It was so big and so hot within her hand. She knew not all men were like this, Ernie Macmillan had managed to make it to second base with her, paling in comparison to Harry he had failed to last more than a few pumps of her hand before unloading a small amount.
Curiosity got the better of Susan as her other hand pulled at the cord holding the pants up. Loosening the rope, his pants fell loosely to the floor, unleashing the beast from within. Susan rubbed her thighs together, more blatantly this time as pleasure built within her core again. This turned her on like nothing ever had before.
Harry watched dumbstruck from above, his hands still gripped her pillows as she played with his rigid shaft. Her hand pushed his penis into his crotch, guiding him around, Harry wondered what she was up to, she answered for him. Her mouth fell open, tongue rolling out to lick at his cock head.
She couldn't move him into her mouth at the angle they were at, but was sufficed to taste him. Precum dripped salty fluid onto her tongue, the naughtiness fueling the fire within her. Harry could only stare as the prehensile appendage lapped at the tip of his dick.
Susan wanted more, she needed more, she sat up dislodging the hands that played with her tits. She faced him and moved to bring her lips to his, recapturing them in a heated kiss. Her hand stroked along his length, fingernails lightly scratching on the upstroke just as he had done to her legs.
Shivers caused Harry to tremble at the sensation, he was on cloud nine. A girl every bloke at Hogwarts fancied was passionately kissing him, stroking his length as they dueled. His hand ventured to find her pussy, landing on it over her panties. Rubbing through the moist cloth, Harry chose to go further, prying into her waistband to have direct connection to her pussy.
The heat that greeted him was similar to the head that met Susan's hand, both inflamed by passion, eager for attention. Parting lips panted as they stared into each other longing eyes, Susan needed him and he needed her. Grabbing her foot, Harry swung her body around until her pussy properly faced him.
His length landed at her entrance, still blocked by the cloth of her panties. Susan pulled the bottom to the side, granting access for him. His cockhead prodded into her length sending a spike of pleasure into Susan, he was huge, she wasn't sure if she could take him, but she wasn't about to stop either.
Cock descended further into her as Harry rolled his hips forward, wedging her flesh apart as had never been done before. Her heat surrounded his cock in tremendous fashion, it was as tight as if he had gripped his cock with all his might, though its velvety soft embrace coaxed pleasure to his organ. Susan had experimented with insertions, she and Hannah had broken each other's hymens long before this, but this was totally different. Her mouth hung open as sensations inundated her brain, pain and pleasure, as she was stretched like never before.
It was slow going for Harry, he would move forward only to be stopped by friction, pulling back would lather pussy juices out onto her lips which allowed him to go deeper the next time. Every slow stroke only granted him mere centimeters of further access, but it was so good he enjoyed the torture all the same.
Groin met groin in utter bliss as Harry finally bottomed out, he could feel his cockhead pushing against something deep within Susan. She could feel the spongy head push into her cervix, nothing had ever ventured this deep into her, not even her wand. They held the pose as they panted, enjoying the sensations that radiated from the joining.
Harry leaned down and once again captured her lips with his own. Susan eagerly returned the attention as Harry slowly started rocking his hips, each time pulling a little more out before plunging back in. The cool air tingled at the moist flesh of his cock every time it ventured out, only to be reslathered when it dove back into her pussy.
It wasn't too long before their kiss was halted by Harry forcefully driving into her, he wasn't going to last too long as the pressure built. Bottoming out in her one last time, he felt himself release into her pussy. His cockhead kissed the opening of her cervix, filling her with his juices. The amount was ungodly, Susan's lips formed a perfect "O" at the sensation of being filled, her own orgasm unleashed, cascading fluids out onto their joined flesh
Pressure of another kind built within her as Harry's pulsing rod inflated her womb with sperm. He was still going, how was this possible? Her hands pushed against his shirt covered chest, lightly signalling for him to pull back. His cock retreated, still orgasming, only to fling up and send ropes of cum across her frame.
White goop poured from her pussy as he finished unloading on her, this was a hundred times as much as Ernie had spouted out. This shouldn't be possible, she thought as her hands felt her stomach. She could feel the ball of her womb, flushed with cum, through her slight fat. If she were skinny, it would probably be visible.
Harry fell back to the chair, legs unwilling to hold him up any longer as he basked in the afterglow of their fevered joining. Susan herself fell back onto the table, this was incredible. It was more pleasure than she had ever experienced in her life, condensed into an hour of passion. She would have to do this again.
End Chapter 2.
I know it got long, I didn't want to stop mid scene, and as is common, once I get going, I get too lazy to stop. LOL.