NOTE: Due to an error on my part, chapter 9 of Harry's Perfect Summer was previous a copy of chapter 8. This has now been remedied! Enjoy!
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Harry emerged from the shower, a slight spring in his step, trying his best to maintain a facade of nonchalance despite the thrilling anticipation that coursed through him. However, his charade didn't last long, and Ginny could immediately tell that he was overjoyed at the prospect of sinking his cock into the tight, wet pussies of the various witches in the cabin. She gave him a playful wink as he made his way into the kitchen, where he—slightly embarrassed at being caught so quickly—immediately set about preparing a mouth-watering roast for dinner.
The dinner itself was a rousing success, and the witches couldn't help but fawn over Harry's culinary prowess. The aroma of perfectly seasoned meat and hearty vegetables filled the cabin, setting a cozy yet charged atmosphere. Wine flowed freely, and with each sip, the inhibitions of the women seemed to dissolve, their laughter growing louder and their teasing more brazen.
Susan had been especially bold. Feeling like she had started the first day on the back foot, she had been determined to make up for lost time. While Harry and Ginny had been away for a quick shower (and other recreational activities), Susan had changed into a tight, white top that plunged low, exposing the ample cleavage of her massive tits. She had also been quick enough to secure the seat opposite Harry at the dining table, and was eager to lean forward any chance she could to give him the most heavenly view of the largest pair of tits Harry had ever laid his eyes on.
But Susan wasn't the only one eager to get Harry's attention. Each of the witches was putting their best foot forward, showcasing their assets in the hopes of winning over the Gryffindor.
"Harry, you really outdid yourself," Daphne purred, her brilliant blue eyes half-lidded as she surveyed him with a hungry gaze, a hand on his thigh, her fingers inching closer and closer to his crotch. "I had no idea you were such a skilled chef."
"Oh, that's not the only thing about Harry that is impressive," Ginny chimed in, a hand on his other thigh, her voice laced with innuendo. The table erupted in giggles, and Harry felt a flush of warmth spread across his cheeks. She really wasn't helping him.
Harry had hoped that the teasing would calm down a bit after dinner, so that he didn't have to walk around with a raging hard-on for the entire evening, but he couldn't have been more wrong. The second he had whisked away their plates, the women had leapt up from the table and dragged him into the living room for the main event. And before he knew it, Romilda's eager hands had pushed him down onto the sofa, leaving him helpless against the onslaught of attention that was about to come his way.
The women, with varying degrees of eagerness and trepidation, had gathered around him, perched on armchairs and sofas, all eyes on him. The atmosphere was palpable—a heady mix of lust, anticipation, and a healthy dose of competition.
Ginny, ever the organiser, took charge. "Alright, ladies, we all know what we're here for. It's time to decide who gets to sleep with Harry tonight!" She flashed him a wink, and Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat, doing his best to hide his already semi-erect cock.
"Harry will be the judge," Ginny declared. "You'll each take turns nominating each other and explaining why your nominee is the best candidate to share a bed with Harry tonight. The nominee with the most compelling case will win. Are we all clear?"
The women nodded eagerly, their eyes all on Harry. He couldn't help but feel like he was in for a wild night, surrounded by a sea of beautiful, horny witches, all of them eager to get his attention.
"So, who's first?" Ginny asked, looking around the room.
Susan, eager to get a head start on the competition, quickly volunteered. With a grin, she sauntered over to Hannah, who was sitting on the arm of the sofa, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. She grabbed Hannah by the wrist and dragged her to the centre of the room, much to the Hufflepuff's surprise.
"What are you doing?" Hannah squeaked, her eyes darting nervously to Harry, who was watching the scene unfold with bated breath.
"I nominate Hannah," Susan announced, her voice dripping with a sultry confidence that made Harry's cock twitch in his trousers.
"Hannah here might seem all sweet and innocent," Susan practically purred, "but she's got a wild side that's just dying to come out."
And with that, she grabbed the waistband of Hannah's trousers and tugged them down, revealing her long, slender legs and the curve of her tight ass, encased in a tiny, lace thong that barely covered her modest mound. Hannah let out a gasp of surprise, her cheeks flushing pink as she tried to squirm away.
Hannah gasped, her hands flying to cover her exposed flesh, but Susan was quick to bat them away. "Oh, don't be such a prude," she chided, clearly amused by her friend's shyness. "You've got a great ass, and it's about time Harry got a proper look at it!"
And with that, she spun Hannah around and bent her over, giving Harry an eyeful of the blonde's round, tight bottom, and the hint of pink flesh that peeked out from the edge of her thong. Susan gave it a firm slap, the sound echoing through the room as Hannah yelped in surprise.
"There," Susan said, turning to Harry with a satisfied smile. "Isn't that a sight to behold?"
Harry could only nod, his mouth dry as he took in the sight of Hannah's reddening ass cheek. His cock twitched in his trousers at the sight, and he felt a flush of warmth spread across his cheeks. He had always had a thing for Hannah's long legs and fit ass, and seeing her like this was a dream come true.
Ginny, ever the vigilant scrutineer, noticed the bulge growing in Harry's trousers and leaned over to unzip them, pulling out his thick, throbbing cock. The ladies gasped in unison, their eyes growing wide as they took in its impressive size.
"Well, that's a good sign," she giggled, giving the shaft a few experimental tugs, causing Harry to inhale sharply at the sensation.
Hannah, now fully exposed and utterly embarrassed, was determined to get her revenge on Susan. She straightened up, her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment, and turned to face her friend. "Oh, you want to play, do you?" she said, more confidently than she had sounded just moments before. "Well, two can play that game!"
And with that, she grabbed the hem of Susan's tight top and tugged it up and over her head, revealing the redhead's massive, heaving tits, encased in a lacy white bra that struggled to contain them. Susan gasped in surprise at the turn of events, but she couldn't hide the smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
"I nominate Susan!" Hannah declared. "She's got a pair of tits that were practically made for fucking, and I'd wager that her pussy is just as impressive. If anyone here can handle Harry's massive cock, it's Susan. She's got the perfect body for it, and she's not afraid to use it!"
Hannah's words were met with a chorus of gasps and giggles from the women, and Harry couldn't help but feel his cock throb in anticipation. There wasn't a single straight man at Hogwarts who hadn't fapped to the mental image of Susan's impressive bust at least once, and the thought of her riding him with those massive tits bouncing in his face was almost too much to bear.
But Hannah wasn't done yet. With a wicked grin, she grabbed Susan by the shoulders and pushed her down to her knees in front of Harry, positioning her so that her massive tits were level with his throbbing cock.
"There," Hannah said, clearly pleased at her handiwork. "Why don't you give Harry a little taste of what he's been missing out on, Susan?"
Susan, ever the eager participant, didn't need to be told twice. She leaned forward and wrapped her tits around Harry's throbbing cock, enveloping it in their soft flesh. Harry let out a groan of pleasure as she began to move, bouncing her tits up and down his shaft, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as Susan's tits slid up and down his cock. "That feels so good."
Hannah, meanwhile, was whispering dirty nothings into Susan's ear, urging her on. "That's it," she purred. "Fuck his big, fat cock with your tits. Show him what a dirty little slut you are."
Susan moaned in response, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the sensation of Harry's cock sliding between her breasts. Harry could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as the pleasure became almost unbearable.
But just as he was about to reach the point of no return, Ginny's hand tightened around the base of his cock, holding him back from the brink.
"Not yet, Harry," she murmured. "We've still got a few more nominations to get through."
Harry groaned in frustration, but deep inside he knew she was right. It wouldn't be a fair competition if he blew his load early—but that was also exactly what made the situation so unbearable; there were still six eager witches waiting in line, after all... He took a deep breath, willing his body to calm down as Susan reluctantly released his cock from her tits.
"Alright, who's next?" Ginny asked, looking around the room.
Daphne and Tracey exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them before turning to face Harry. "We are," Daphne declared, a confident smile playing at the corners of her lips.
The two beautiful Slytherins made their way to the centre of the room, Daphne's eyes locked on Harry's, as if challenging him to look away. But there was no way he could. Not when the woman before him was the epitome of the ultimate fantasy: a tall, blonde witch, with a body sculpted for sin, her long legs stretching out for miles. And her face—dear gods, her face—it was the perfect mix of innocence and allure, the kind of face that could make any man lose his mind.
And then there was Tracey, Daphne's faithful shadow. She was half a head shorter than her friend, her brown curls framing a face that was both adorable and playful. She had a body that was just as well-sculpted as Daphne's, with curves in all the right places, and a smile that could light up any room.
"I nominate Tracey," Daphne announced.
Tracey giggled nervously, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment—yet her eyes glittered with excitement, as if she couldn't wait for the show to begin.
"Harry, Tracey is one of a kind," Daphne continued confidently. "She's got a pretty face and a long neck that was practically made for sucking long, fat cocks like yours! And once you're done with her throat, you can bend her over and fuck her hard from behind."
Daphne's words were met with a chorus of giggles from the other witches, who seemed to be getting more and more invested in the competition by the second. Harry, meanwhile, was having a hard time keeping his cool, his eyes locked on the gorgeous brunette before him, his mind racing with thoughts of what it would be like to take her from behind, his cock throbbing wildly in Ginny's hand.
"And if you ever need a place to dump your load," Daphne went on, "you can always unload it on her pretty face. I promise you, the sight of your cum splattered all over her cute freckles is one you won't forget anytime soon."
Tracey's smile widened at this, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. She looked absolutely adorable, and Harry couldn't help but agree with Daphne's assessment.
"My turn," Tracey declared, taking over from where her friend had left off. "I nominate Daphne. She might seem like a bit of an ice queen, turning her nose up at every bloke who dares to look her way, but deep down, she's a naughty little slut who can't wait to unleash her true nature. She's practically as high-class a fuck as any pure-blood princess you could ever dream of sinking your fat cock into—the kind of pure-blood princess who was made for taking a good, hard pounding! And she's got the body to prove it, too."
Tracey reached up behind Daphne and slid her hand into her jumper, squeezing one of her large, perky tits. Daphne gasped softly, her body involuntarily arching into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.
"Her tits are practically made to fill your hands," Tracey continued, her fingers still kneading Daphne's soft flesh. "And her pussy..." Tracey's other hand snaked down into Daphne's skirt, sliding between her legs and finding her clit. Daphne let out a soft moan, her hips bucking at the touch, her body responding to the stimulation.
"Her pussy is super-sensitive," Tracey murmured, her fingers rubbing slow circles around Daphne's clit. "It's the perfect place for you to bury your manhood in, Harry. Three strokes of your cock, and she'll be squealing her way to the most intense orgasm of her life."
Daphne let out a soft whimper, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Tracey's fingers continued to tease her. Harry could see the effect it was having on the blonde, her cheeks flushed pink with arousal, her eyes glazed over with lust.
"She might seem a little cold on the outside, but you'll have her begging for your cock in no time!"
By this point, Daphne was practically panting, her eyes fluttering closed as Tracey's fingers brought her closer and closer to the edge. Harry could only watch in awe as the beautiful Slytherin lost herself in the sensation, her moans growing louder and more urgent with each passing second.
Ginny, meanwhile, had begun to stroke Harry's cock in time with Tracey's ministrations, her hand moving up and down his shaft in a slow, torturous rhythm that was driving him wild. He could feel his orgasm building once again, the sensation of Ginny's hand on his cock and the sight of Daphne's writhing form combining to send waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
But before he could reach the point of no return, Ginny's hand once again tightened around his cock, holding him back from the brink.
"Not yet, Harry," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. "We've still got a few more nominations to go through."
Harry could only nod, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he watched in agony as Daphne's orgasm washed over her. She screamed out her pleasure, her body writhing in Tracey's embrace, her legs shaking as the waves of pleasure overtook her.
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