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Mrs. Rose Ayola of Number Eight Privet Drive was in need of a help in the backyard, because it was just to damn hard for her to do what a man should do and her husband just wasn't interested to do those jobs. But, somehow, she could understand. He was at work all day long and when he came back at night, he was just to tired. So, she had to hire someone to do those jobs. Then she remembered something one of her friends in the neighborhood told her about the Dursley's nephew. So, after her husband left for work, she called Petunia Dursley...

=.-.=TBITE=.-.=

So, in order to get Harry out of the house, Petunia had her nephew go out and do some work for the housewife.

Harry arrived at the house, feeling angry and depressed, but at least he was out of the Dursley's house. He went up to the door to the house and knocked on it. The door was opened.

"Hello, I'm... Uh..." Harry blinked. He was greeted by a shapely woman, wearing a very, very thin silk robe. She smiled saucily at the sixteen years old boy.

"Hello... Harry was it?" She asked in a soft tone. "Won't you come in?"

"I uh..." Harry nodded dumbly and entered. "Um... Don't you have some... Uh... Gardening for me to do?"

"Oh, yeah, right this way..."

After showing him what to do, Rose went back into the house and made them a big pitcher of lemonade. Harry saw her returning with the big pitcher. It was growing warmer as the morning sun rose higher in the sky and Harry had taken his shirt off.

As she stepped up to where he was, Rose couldn't help but notice the boy's well-muscled chest as it glistened wetly in the early morning summer light.

"It certainly is getting warm, isn't it?" Rose smiled, strangely feeling like a girl out on her first date.

"It certainly is, Ma'am," Harry told her, pulling a handkerchief out of his back pocket and wiping it across his sweaty brow.

"Rose... call me, Rose," she smiled, watching him run the cold glass across his forehead. But as he did, Rose couldn't help but notice that his eyes strayed down to her bosom.

This time, she saw his eyes flare open for the briefest of moments as he took notice that she had taken the time to unbutton the top three buttons of her dress.

"Uh, okay, uh, Rose," he grinned then took a long swig on his lemonade.

"You're really doing a good job... with my garden," Rose smiled, slowly running the backs of her fingers across her large, jutting breasts.

"Uh, thank you, uh, Mrs, uh, Rose," Harry bumbled, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

"You're welcome. Well, I'll let you get back to work and I'll go up and fix us some lunch," Rose told him, taking his glass from him and lightly brushing her fingers across his hand in the process.

Walking across the backyard, Rose rolled her hips making the hem of her long dress swish from side to side as it brushed the ground. She could feel the boy's eyes on her ass as she stopped at the top step on the backporch and waved back at him before disappearing into the house. It had been years since she felt this way, she giddily thought. She felt like a teenager flirting and carrying on with the handsome teenage boy. It was fun...

"So Harry, do you have a girlfriend?" Rose asked as they sat across the table from each other eating the big ham sandwiches she had prepared for them.

"No. No, Ma'am, uh, Rose," he mumbled, with his mouth full as another blush spread out across his cheeks.

"A handsome young lad like you and you don't have a girlfriend? I find that hard to believe," Rose smiled and saw his eyes dart down to her bosom where she had taken care to unbutton another button and expose even more of the top of the cleavage between her abundant breasts.

"I don't. Uh, where is Mr. Ayola?" Harry asked her, nervously glancing down at her breasts one more time.

"At work... all day long..." she told him. "Every day, the same thing. He leaves at eight and doesn't return home until six..."

"He seams very busy and not with much time for yard work..." Harry said taking another big bite out of his sandwich.

"He does... and that leaves me with much time on my hands..." Rose smiled, batting her big, brown eyes at him. "... and that leaves me to spend my time in the presence of someone younger... much younger... like you."

Rose watched the boy blush even brighter as he nervously swallowed.

"Since my husband is gone every day of the week, maybe you could come over and keep me company. Would you like that?" Rose softly asked. "I'm sure that I could find enough... jobs to keep you occupied from Monday to Friday... if you would like."

"Uh, yeah, uh, yes, I, I think I would like that, Mrs Ayola..." Harry grinned back at her, happy for a chance to be out of Durscaban every day of the week.

It was maybe an hour later by the time they had finished the work in the backyard.

"Thank you, so much for helping me out this morning, Harry," Rose told him with a fifth button now unbuttoned.

"Uh, you're welcome, Mrs Ayola, uh, Rose. It was kind of fun..." Harry told her as he happily eyed her bosom. "The work wasn't that hard... and the company was superb," Harry laughed.

"Perhaps you have time to come up to the house for another glass of lemonade... before you leave." Rose suggested.

"Uh, sure, uh, I don't have anything else to do today... unless you have another job for me..." Harry grinned.

"Well, let me think on that. I might just have one or two things you can do for me," she laughed as they stepped up the steps leading up to the back porch.

Did she dare, she giddily asked herself? Her husband wouldn't be home for another four or five hours and she wasn't ready to bid adieu to her helper just yet. He made her feel twenty, not her thirty years of age... and also sexy the way he kept ogling her tits all the time. And by the way he filled out his trousers, what her friends told her about him... he was definitely no longer a boy. Could he be the answer to the void in her life? Could he fill the void, she laughed to herself? And fill the other void that her husband had become negligent in servicing. Pondering the situation as she went about making more lemonade while Harry sat at the table watching her, Rose secretly unbuttoned yet another button. Now her big tits were on the verge of spilling out of the top of her dress, if the right circumstances were to present themselves.

Setting the pitcher and glasses on the table, Rose made a show of straightening her dress so that he could see that another button was unbuttoned.

"Uh, that sure is, uh, good lemonade," Harry said, eyeing her breasts once again as she bent over to hand him his glass.

"I wish I could offer you some milk..." she said, pausing and suggestively running her fingertips across her breasts for emphasis, "but alas, they're empty... we don't have a farm around here..."

"Uh, oh, I, uh, I see," Harry stammered, his face reddening once again as his eyes followed Rose's fingers across her breast.

"Do you know how milking is made?" Rose asked, her fingers lingering on her breast as she eased down into the chair beside him instead of across from him as before.

"Uh, yeah, uh, yes, Ma'am, from cows that are, uh, are milked," he told her, his blush darkening.

"When I was younger, I spent a summer on a farm and I learned how to milk the cows... and the udders felt so soft and warm..." Rose told him, bending her wrist and letting her hand rest atop one of her own ample udders.

"Uh, yeah, uh, I can... imagine they felt good," he told her with a nervous, little cough.

"I was wondering... does it feel as good as touching a woman's breast..." Rose smiled, reaching over and taking his hand in hers.

"Uh, huh, uh, I, I don't know... I've, I've never touched a woman's breast..." Harry mumbled, his face the color of beets.

"Would you like to..." Rose asked, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

"Gosh, uh, Mrs. Ayola, uh, I, I don't know..." Harry stammered, obviously taken by surprise by her sudden proposal.

"Well, would you? Would you like to touch one of my breasts, Harry?" she smiled, lifting his hand and pressing it against one of her mountainous breasts.

"Uh, I, I guess, uh, uh, yes, yes, I would like to, I would like to touch your breasts," Harry was finally able to choke out, staring down at his hand as if it were on fire.

Letting go of his hand, Rose looked down and slowly unbuttoned her dress all the way down to the cloth belt encircling her waist.

Then, with teasing slowness, she peeled her dress open and exposed her firm full udders to the boy's gawking eyes.

"Mrs Ayola... uh... Rose... " Harry gasped, his eyes locked on her quivering, jiggling breasts. "They... They're... they're beautiful..."

"Do you still want to touch them?" Rose whispered, reaching for his hand and grasping hold of it again.

"Yes... Yes... please... " Harry mumbled, staring down at the quivering mountains of pink flesh as Rose eased her hand under one and slowly lifted it up off her chest. Then as Harry watched on in an almost hypnotic daze, Rose turned his hand over until it was palm up. Lifting his hand up to her breast, she pressed his palm against the back of her hand and slowly eased her hand out from under her breast. Now her heavy, firm breast rested in his palm. Letting go of the boy's trembling hand, she felt him softly squeeze it.

"How does it feel?" she asked him, smiling as she pressed her breast against his hand.

"Soft... feels wonderful... so soft, so smooth, so warm..." he mumbled, staring down at his hand as if he couldn't believe it was really happening.

Neither could Rose. This was so unlike her. Why Harry was barely half her age and here she was letting him fondle her breasts.

Then Rose felt his fingers on one of her hard, tingling nipples.

"Why is it so hard?" Harry asked with a puzzled look on his handsome face.

"My, dear boy, you are a novice, aren't you?" Rose smiled as he continued to pull and pluck at her swollen, distended nipple. "A woman's nipples get hard when she becomes excited."

"Oh..." Harry mumbled, his face somehow growing even redder.

"Just like this..." she smiled, pausing as she reached down under the table and clutched at his penis through his pants. Just as she had suspected, she found it hard and erect.

Harry's hands and fingers froze as he sat gaping at her while she squeezed and rubbed his penis through his pants.

"Mrs. Ayola..." Harry choked out, looking down but finding his view blocked by the table.

"Harry..." Rose murmured, plucking on the buttons that ran down the boy's fly.

She was going to do it, Rose feverishly told herself. She was actually going to seduce her handsome, young neighbor. The thought of doing anything so daring had never crossed her mind before. She didn't know what had come over her. The idea came a few days ago when she met her gossiping friends and now, she was actually seducing the boy. And to her amazement, she had found out that the boy was a virgin. She could barely believe that a boy as handsome as Harry could be a virgin. But if he wasn't, he was certainly acting the part, she told herself.

Harry's hands and fingers hadn't moved the whole time as Rose slowly unbuttoned his fly while he sat open-mouthed gawking at her in stunned silence.

Once Rose had the boy's fly open, she spun his chair around so that his lap was no longer hidden under the table. Then, as Harry watched on spellbound, Rose pinched the edges of his fly between her fingers and slowly spread it open. To her delight, Rose saw that the boy wasn't wearing shorts and his oversized penis jutted up out of his groin, hard and fully charged, ticking with each beat of his pounding heart.

"My, My, such a large one..." Rose murmured, gently easing her fingers down under its fat, stiff shaft and gently squeezing it.

"Mrs... Mrs Ayola..." Harry groaned out gawking down at his penis.

It was a big one, Rose giddily told herself. Bigger than her husband's, that was for sure. It had to be at least eight... nine inches long, she happily thought as she gave it a squeeze and felt it twitch in her hand.

Leaning back, Rose let go of Harry's penis and dislodged his hands from her jiggling tits as they flopped about banging against one another. Then, balancing herself with her hand on the table, Rose slowly lifted her foot and set it down in the chair by Harry's hip.

Harry glanced up at Rose's face and then back down to her swinging breasts as she leaned down and grasped hold of the hem of her long dress. Then standing with one foot on the floor and the other in the chair and a playful smile on her pretty lips, Rose slowly lifted the hem of her dress up her long legs. As Rose's plain, white panties came into view, Harry's eyes dropped down from her jiggling tits to the Y of her crotch. Holding her dress up with one hand, Rose slipped the fingers of her other hand down under the tight, stretchy leg hole of her panties.

"Have you ever seen a woman's pussy?" Rose whispered, slowly peeling the dampened crotch of her panties back away from the fat, meaty lips of her pussy.

"Once... only once-" Harry grunted, staring down at the gaping wound between Rose's legs with adoring reverence.

"Then you have much to learn, my young friend," Rose laughed softly, letting her panties slip back to cover her pussy as she slowly lowered her foot back down to the floor. "And we shall begin with that education now..."

Taking hold of Harry's hand, Rose pulled him to his feet. As she did, the boy's pants dropped down to the floor and puddled around his shoes.

"Why don't you take your shoes off," Rose smiled, dropping her hands down to her waist and starting to finish the job of unbuttoning her dress.

"Yes, Ma'am..." Harry mumbled, a tiny grin finally finding its way to the lips.

"How come you're still a virgin? I would think a good-looking young man like you would have all kinds of girlfriends," Rose matter-of factly asked as she leaned down with her big tits swinging down below her chest.

"Uh, I don't, uh, know. I've just always been... been shy around girls... and they act like you're doing them a favor to even hold their hands... they're so giggly and silly," Harry told her with a touch of anger seeping into his voice.

Rose recalled her teenage years and remembered that all the giggles and carrying on were just ways of trying to hide her own nervousness. She had been that way around boys until her husband came along and swept her off her feet. It had definitely been a spring/fall romance. Maybe that was why she had been swept off her feet. But there was no need to tell Harry all that, she told herself. She would just keep her new-found prize to herself. No use sharing that secret with him. He might get ideas...

"Yes, girls can be quite trying at times, I would imagine," Rose smiled, slowly peeling her dress back over her shoulders and dr****g it over one of the chairs sitting at the table.

"You sure are, are a beautiful woman, uh, Mrs, uh, Mrs Ayola," Harry stammered running his eyes up and down her curvaceous body as he struggled to get his shoes off. "Just about the prettiest lady ever."

"Just about..." Rose laughed softly, the melodic sound of her laugh filling the room.

"Uh, uh, you are, you are the prettiest lady in all of the world..." Harry blushed, smiling nervously as he finally got his shoes and pants off.

"And I might add, you have one of the biggest penises I've ever seen... not that I've seen that many, but still..." Rose told him, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slowly pushing them down her legs as Harry watched her big tits flop and flounder about.

Standing back up, Rose brought her panties up to her nose and took a little sniff before stretching her arm out and holding the damp crotch under Harry's nose.

"Smell," Rose laughed. "That's what pussy smells like... nice, hot, ready-to-be-fucked pussy..."

"It smells good," Harry grinned, taking the panties from her and rubbing them on his nose. "Real good..."

"Well, it looks like you passed your first test..." Rose giggled, spreading her legs ever so slightly and running a long finger up the slit between her fat, meaty pussy lips.

"Do all ladies have that much hair down there?" Harry asked, staring down at the forest of dark curls that covered the tip of her belly and surrounded her pussy. "I saw a girl's pussy at H... mmmm... my school one time while she, she was bathing. And she hardly had any hair down there at all. It was kind of like a little arrowhead above her pussy... pointing down to it."

"I don't know... I haven't seen that many pussies," she laughed, taking hold of his cock. "My husband likes mine this way. He says it makes me earthier. But I've heard it told that some women even shave theirs... maybe that is what that girl does."

"Really? That sounds kind of dangerous," Harry laughed as Rose gave his cock a rough squeeze.

"I guess it could be, but I won't have to find out because my husband won't let me shave it..." Rose grinned.

"I think I like pussy with hair better than pussy without," Harry grinned, gazing longingly at Rose's furry muff.

"Really. Tell me," she said with a mischievous smile on her lips, "since you have seen a girl's pussy, have you ever thought of making love to her?"

"What? You mean, you mean me and Mione?" Harry choked out, blushing, but unable to stop his penis from twitching down in Rose's hand. "She is my best friend... more like a sister to me... I could never think of her in that way..."

"I think you are lying," Rose giggled, squeezing his cock again. "I think that maybe you haves a thing for this girl... otherwise, why would your penis became so excited?"

"I... I... I don't know," Harry whined.

"Have you ever seen someone doing it?" Rose asked him, tugging him toward the room where she and Philippe slept.

"No, no, I've never seen that... but I hear the older boys at school bragging and telling stories," Harry mumbled, blushing royally.

"Do you ever want to be in their place?"

"I, I don't know, maybe..." Harry stammered.

"Maybe you will be the one telling the stories next time you meet them," she laughed.

Letting go of Harry's peter, Rose crawled up on the bed, pausing for a moment to shake her booty at him before she rolled over onto her back.

Lying on her back with her buttocks perched on the edge of the mattress, her long legs spread and bent at the knees with her feet resting on the floor, Rose looked up and saw that Harry's horse penis was still sticking out hard and stiff. She could hardly wait to get it inside her pussy, but first she wanted to show the boy some of the finer points of a woman's anatomy.

"Kneel down between my legs..." Rose told him, "and I'll show you my pussy."

Resting his hands-on Rose's thighs, Harry slowly kneeled down between her legs.

Sticking out a long finger, Rose gently probed her fat, meaty pussy lips apart.

"These are my pussy lips," she softly said, running the tip of her finger down the gorged, ruddy-colored labium.

"Uh, yeah," Harry grinned, gazing down at her pussy with youthful reverence.

"Touch them," Rose told him, poking them, spreading them out until they lay open and flat against the curl-covered skin surrounding her oozing pussy.

Extending a thick, stubby finger, Harry slowly ran its tip down the smooth, dew-covered folds of velvet-like flesh.

"They're so soft..." Harry said in a voice so low Rose could barely hear him.

"But this isn't," Rose told him, using the tip of her finger to peel back the little hood of flesh that covered her swollen, jutting clit. "This is my clitoris... my clit... and you've made it all hard and swollen... and ever so tender..."

"Oh, uh, I'm, uh, I'm sorry," he mumbled, staring down at the tiny, penis-shaped protrusion sticking out of its hiding place. "I didn't mean to... what did I do?"

"Silly boy," Rose giggled. "You didn't do anything; it's supposed to be that way. That's what makes it feel so good. Touch it..."

Harry brought the tip of his finger up to her clit and tentatively brushed its tip across the swollen, exposed nub.

"Unmmmmmmmmmmm..." Rose murmured. "That feels good..."

Seeing that she liked it, Harry began to slowly rub his finger back and forth across the wiggly little knob of flesh.

"Lick it..." Rose whispered, humping herself against his finger.

"Lick it?" Harry muttered, looking up to see if she was joking.

"Yes, lick it... lick my clit with your tongue," Rose told him, her voice growing husky with anticipation. "I like to have my clit licked."

"Uh, I, uh, do you mean it?" Harry hesitantly asked.

"Yes, I mean it... lick my clit... please..." Rose murmured, lifting her hand up cupping his head in the palm of her hand.

As Rose gently forced Harry's head down, she felt resistance at first, but it slowly waned as Harry allowed his face to be pushed down toward her waiting pussy.

Then Rose saw the tip of his tongue appear between his pale, pink lips as he drew nearer and nearer to the target.

"Yessssss..." Rose hissed as the tip of Harry's tongue finally brushed across her tingling clit. "Oh, yessssss..."

Overcoming his initial hesitance, Harry quickly took to his task and began to flick his tongue back and forth across Rose's swollen, sensitive clitoris. He would be an excellent lover, she giddily told herself as she used her hand to guide his head and move Harry's licking, lapping tongue to all the right places.

"Yes, Mon Amour, yes, ah, yes, there, yes, harder, yes, like that, Mon Amour, right there, oh, yes, faster, ah, yes, yes, yes..." Rose babbled as Harry eagerly attacked her clit with his flashing, flicking tongue.

The boy is a natural, Rose giddily told herself as she felt herself quickly rising toward an orgasm. So fast! It was happening so fast she could hardly believe it. But there was no denying it as the pressure down inside her womb grew and the heat inside her head grew hotter and hotter.

"Yes... yes... Sweet Harry... yesssss... " Rose hissed, shoving his head down rubbing her clit against his licking, lapping tongue as she humped herself up against him.

Suddenly Rose let out a gasping moan as her whole body twitched and then stiffened. Groaning out her gratification, she strained up against Harry's mouth as he looked up over her quivering belly with wide-eyed confusion. Just then thick, hot spurts of juice began to pour out of Rose's pussy as it dilated and contracted squeezing out more and more of the gooey cream onto Harry's chin.

Rose had her eyes tightly closed and couldn't see the frightened look in Harry's eyes as she continued to dig her nails down into his scalp and hold his tongue and mouth shoved down against her spewing pussy.

Finally, her muscles began to soften and relax as she dug her fingernails out of the boy's scalp.

"Mmmmmmmmm..." Rose murmured, looking down at Harry with a soft, dreamy look in her big, brown eyes.

"What? What happened? Did I, did I, uh, hurt you?" Harry asked her, lifting his juice-smeared mouth up off her juice-covered pussy.

"Oh, you didn't hurt me..." she softly laughed. "You made me come..."

"Come? You mean that women can come, too?" Harry asked, staring down at her pussy as it continued to ooze out her juices.

"Oh, come, Harry, can you really be that na ve? Surely you know that women can have orgasms, too..." Rose smiled, gently tousling the boy's long, black hair.

"No... no, Mrs Ayola. I didn't know. I told you that I was a, uh, a virgin," he mumbled with a hint of anger and shyness in his voice. "I have never been with a woman before this day..."

"I'm sorry," Rose apologized. "I didn't mean to tease you."

"Uh, that's okay," Harry told her running his finger down the vestibule of her pussy.

"I won't do it again," she smiled down at him.

"Uh, what, what is this?" Harry asked, rubbing his finger against the tiny opening of her urethra.

"That is my pee hole," she giggled. "That's where I pee out of..."

"Huh? You don't pee out of your pussy?" Harry asked with another confused look on his handsome face.

"Well, yes, I do pee out of my pussy," she laughed, pointing down at her pussy with her finger. "All this is my pussy. But this is my pee hole and this is my vagina. I don't pee out of my vagina... it is used for something else... as you will soon find out..."

"Oh..." Harry muttered. "I sure don't know much about a woman's, uh, uh, pussy."

"You will learn," Rose giggled. "Mrs Ayola will see to that..."

"Uh, good," Harry grinned.

"So, how does your juice taste?" Rose smiled at him as she sat back down on the edge of the bed.

"You mean... you mean you want me to pee... pee in your mouth?" he asked, his forehead creasing into a frown.

"No, you silly boy..." Rose laughed, reaching for his stiff, jutting cock. "Your other juice... your cum... your sweet cream."

"I, I don't know, I've never, uh, tasted it," he told her, smiling bashfully.

"Would you like for me to... taste it?" she asked, squeezing his cock as she slowly twisted her fisted hand up and down its thick shaft. "Would you like to come in my mouth? Or my pussy?"

"Both?" Harry snickered, stepping in closer to where she sat.

"Both," she laughed, pulling on his cock. "Both..."

"Yes, both..." he laughed again.

"I thought you were but a boy. Do you think you are man enough to do both in one afternoon?" she asked him, wrapping her legs around his and pulling him to her as she lowered her lips down on the big, purple head of his penis.

"There is only one way to find out, Mrs Ayola," he said, taking her head between his hands and pushing it down toward his jutting prick.

With her long, shapely legs curled around behind his muscular legs, she dug her long, sharp fingernails into his ass and sank her lips down over the head of his penis. Then with a loud, wet slurp, Rose began to suck as she worked her lips up and down the shaft of his penis.

"Oh, Mrs Ayola... Rose... " Harry groaned as he began to hump his cock up into her hungry, sucking mouth.

Guiding the movement of the boy's hips with her hands, Rose let the boy fuck her face as she gluttonously devoured his cock. But she could tell by the jerky movements of his tightly-clenched ass, the boy would not be able to last long. It was, after all, his first time with a woman, she giddily thought to herself as she consumed his impatient cock with her hungry mouth. And once she had taken the impatient edge off his urgency, he would be able to last much longer the next time. The next time... when he was fucking her pussy.

"Oh... oh... Mad... Mad... Mrs Ay... Mrs Ayola... I... I... it-it is coming... " Harry groaned out as his hips jerked forward and his cock exploded inside her mouth.

"Umm-huh... " Rose groaned out around the shaft of his embedded cock as a giant gush of his thick, creamy cum spewed out into her mouth. Sucking harder, Rose swallowed down his first creamy offering only to have it replaced by a second, even larger contribution of thick, gooey cream, then a third, a fourth and more. Sucking and swallowing as fast as she could, Rose futilely tried to keep up with the cum pouring out of the boy's twitching, bucking cock.

Rose didn't think that the creamy treasure pouring out of Harry's cock would ever stop, but at last the spasms undulating through his cock weakened and finally stopped.

Leaning back, Rose let Harry's rapidly softening penis slither out from between her cum-covered lips and flop back down between his trembling legs.

"My goodness, Harry, how long have you been saving it up?" she laughed, running her little, pink tongue around her lips to lick away the cream covering them.

"Only two days, Mrs. Ayola," he laughed, leaning down and brushing his lips over her full, red lips. "Only two days..."

"That was more than my husband could make in a whole month," she giggled, uncurling her legs from around his and using her hands to push herself back out to the center of the bed.

"Mr. Ayola is a lucky man..." Harry grinned down at her as she patted the bed beside her inviting him to join her, "to have such a beautiful wife as you."

"Oh, my sweet, you make me blush," Rose murmured, watching the boy's big, limp penis dangling down between his hairy legs as he crawled up on the bed beside her.

As Harry dropped down beside her, Rose reached for his deflated penis.

"Now we must do something about this, mustn't we," she told him, giving his cock a squeeze, "if you are to carry out your earlier promise..."

"What did you have in mind, Mrs Ayola?" Harry asked her, reaching for one of her breasts and gently twisting its big, rubbery nipple between his finger and thumb.

"Turn over," Rose told him. "Onto your belly."

"Why?" he asked, slowly rolling over onto his belly.

As he did, Rose pushed up to her knees and roughly shoved his legs apart. Then as he lay looking back over her shoulder to see what she was up to, Rose grasped hold of his hips, dug her fingernails in and pulled his ass up into the air.

"Sometimes this helps," she softly laughed, spreading the cheeks of his ass apart to expose the puckered opening between them.

"What?" Harry apprehensively asked.

Then Rose leaned down and blew a soft breath across his asshole just before she tickled her tongue across it.

"MRS! Mrs Ayola," Harry snorted, wincing away from her probing tongue.

"It is nothing to be ashamed of, my sweet. It is just your asshole..." she giggled, flicking her tongue across it again. "Some men find it arousing to have their assholes licked. Are you one of them?"

"I... I... I don't know..." Harry gasped.

Wrapping her hand around Harry's dangling dick, Rose flicked her tongue across his cringing asshole again and felt a surge of energy twitch through his peter.

"I think you are one of those lucky men," Rose laughed, licking him again as she gave his cock a hard squeeze.

Then she began to probe and poke at his asshole with her tongue, she felt his penis begin to harden and swell in her hand.

It seemed like only moments passed before Harry's big cock was hard and stiff once again as it stuck out of his hairy groin pointing down at the bed.

Letting the cheeks of his ass clamp back together, Rose dropped down onto her back beside him and spread her long legs apart.

"It is time for Harry to keep his promise to Mrs Ayola," she smiled up at him as he stood on his knees beside her.

"Yes, Ma'am, Mrs Ayola, Harry is ready to fulfill his promise," Harry grinned down at her, watching her reach down under his belly to where his big balls hung down in their fleshy sac.

Cupping his big balls in her hot, little hand, Rose gave them a squeeze.

"Are these filled with your sweet syrup once again?" she asked him, slowly running her tongue around her full, red lips.

"Yes, yes, Mrs, they are filled with the syrup of love once again, and Harry wishes to share more of it with the Mrs," Harry grinned, crawling over and up between her outstretched legs.

"The Mrs is ready to accept another of your generous offerings," Rose cooed, reaching down and spreading open the fat, gorged lips of her pussy.

Then, as Harry leaned over her, Rose grasped hold of the boy's hard, jutting penis and guided its barbed head down to the wet, slippery opening of her seeping womanhood.

"Such a big one..." Rose murmured fitting the rounded head of his penis down on the opening of her vagina.

"The better to please Mrs with," Harry mumbled, curling his hips and slowly easing his big cock down into the tight clutch of her pussy.

"Ummmmmmm... Mrs loves your big, hard cock," Rose groaned out, squeezing her pussy down around Harry's cock as it drove deeper and deeper into the hot, clutching muck.

"Does Mrs like Harry's cock better than Mr Ayola's?" Harry asked when his cock was fully buried down inside the depths of her pussy.

"Yes, Mrs loves Harry's big, hard peter," Rose purred. "It is so long... and so big... any man would be proud to own a weapon of such proportions..."

"Mmmmm..." Harry groaned out, straining to push his penis even deeper into her pussy.

"Does Harry like Mrs' pussy?" Rose whispered into his ear as she squeezed herself down around his cock.

"Oh, Mrs... it has to be the softest, sweetest pussy in all of England," Harry groaned, jerking his hips back and dragging his big dick back down the clutching channel of her tight pussy.

"Oh, my Sweet Harry..." Rose murmured as Harry curled his hips down and drove his penis back down into the hot clutch of her vagina.

As he drove deep inside her, he touched her in places she had never been touched before.

"Yes, my Harry. Fuck me hard and deeper than I've ever been fucked before..." Rose gushed, kicking her legs up and coiling them around his hips to dig her heels into his ass and force him even deeper into the hot muck of her cunt.

"Unhhhhhh," Harry grunted, jerking back and driving his cock into her as deep as it would go.

"Yesssss... like that... "Rose hissed, running her clawed fingers down to his ass and digging her fingernails in.

Suddenly, it was like flicking on a pile-driver as Harry's tightly clenched ass sprang into motion and began to pound his big cock in and out of the wet hole between Rose's widely splayed legs.

Exhilarated, Rose couldn't remember ever being fucked with such exuberance and energy as Harry's ass flew back and forth faster and faster.

Pulling and clawing at the boy's bounding ass, Rose could hear the bedsprings screeching and squeaking under her. She couldn't blame them, she gleefully thought. They had never taken such a beating in all of the ten years of her marriage to her husband. She only hoped that the bed could withstand such a barrage. It would be very embarrassing trying to explain its collapse to her husband...

The air was rank with the smell of sex as Harry's big peter splattered her hot juices everywhere and Rose knew that she would have to change the bed sheets once her young paramour departed.

Then Rose found herself making the climb up to the pinnacle once again. It was a giddy feeling to find herself rushing toward another climax in such a short time.

"Yes, my Sweet Harry..." she giggled out, ecstatic that the orgasm down inside her womb was building with such speed and intensity.

"Mmmmmmmm... " Harry panted as he continued to pound away at her juicy, wet hole.

Suddenly, all her muscles locked down as a torrent of pleasure spasmed through her body.

"HARRIIIIIIIiiiiiiii... " Rose screamed as her body stiffened and strained up against Harry's bounding groin taking him up to the hilt on every hammering thrust.

Falling deeper and deeper into the abyss, Rose floundered in the rushes of pleasure welling up from her womb. Fighting to hold on to consciousness, she wanted to savor it and remember every delicious moment of their first adulterous communion...

As Rose groggily regained control of her body, the boy continued to huff and puff while he pummeled her pussy with his cock. But even before the last tickles of pleasure tiptoed through her reeling brain, she felt another orgasm take seed and begin to grow down inside her womb.

But as the bubble of heat down inside her pussy grew, she could feel Harry's muscles tightening, straining as he pumped into her.

"Yes... my Harry... yes... come... come... My Sweet... " Rose whispered into his ear as she probed it with the tip of her tongue. "Come, My Sweet, come with me..."

Like coiled springs, the muscles in Harry's ass sprang forward sending his peter ripping down inside the tight clutch of her vagina at the precise moment a second fireball of pleasure burst forth from her loins. As her pussy spasmed and squeezed down around him, Rose felt his cock lurch and spew out a giant gush of warm, thick cum.

She could feel his warmth spreading out inside her, filling her with its clinging heat and overflowing the channel of her vagina.

As Harry continued to strain and thrust into her, Rose felt a stream of his warm goo trickle down into the crack and flow across her puckered asshole on its way down to the bed.

"Magnifique...," Rose whispered into Harry's ear when, at last, his cock stopped firing off down inside her cum-drenched pussy.

Keeping his softening penis down inside her soppy cunt, Harry pushed up and locked his elbows. Rose could see his sweat running down his chest, dripping off his tiny nipples and dropping down on her big tits.

Finally with a silly grin on his sweaty face, Harry eased his hips back and slowly withdrew his limp peter out of Rose's cum-filled pussy.

Rolling over, Harry flopped down onto his back beside her.

"So, my sweet, was your first time what you thought it would be?" Rose asked him, grinning as she reached over and lifted his limp penis with her finger.

"No! No, Mrs Ayola, it wasn't," Harry told her, smiling from ear to ear. "It was a hundred times better than I thought it would be..."

"So," Rose said, pausing to give his cock a little squeeze, "I can expect some of this every day then..."

"Yes, every day..." Harry grinned, leaning over and giving her a soft kiss on the lips...

=.-.=TBITE=.-.=

Mrs. Ruth Tylor was known as the local Gossip Queen. She still hadn't found out who had said that, but she would. Busybodies and gossipers needed to be brought to the neighborhood's attention, after all.

So, per her usual, she was peeking-Ahem, investigating from her bedroom window at Number Ten on Privet Drive, scanning with binoculars for anything particularly juicy.

The Potter boy going into Mrs. Ayola's home was cause for interest. Mrs Ayola greeting the boy dressed like that was the cause for a very wide grin on the blonde gossipmonger's face.

The Potter boy losing his pants elicited a gasp from the woman's lips.

"No wonder he's always wearing those baggy jeans," she murmured. She checked herself in her closet's full-length mirror. Hmm... Her workouts had kept her in very nice shape, she had to say. And while she wasn't as stacked as Mrs. Ayola, she was quite sure her bum was in fine form.

She looked back at the window, and her black eyebrows shot up nearly to her roots.

"Bloody hell...!" Mrs. Tylor's lips felt so very, very dry. She licked them, the hand not holding up her binoculars tugging at her collar.

She had heard the boy knew how to take care of plumbing at the Dursley house, perhaps she should see if he... Measured up.

Harry exited Number Eight, feeling truly relaxed for the first time in a very, very long time. All the tension seemed to have evaporated from his muscles, Mrs. Ayola had let him go with a kiss to his cheek and an invitation to visit whenever he wanted... Provided her husband was away.

Oh. There was a bit of a snag. Adultery. Hmm... Well, he had saved the Wizarding World and his friends' lives several times. Maybe it gave him a bit of leeway in regards to that kind of thing? Surely he was entitled to one sin... Unless you counted each, er, act as a sin in itself...

"Oh Harry?"

Harry turned his head. Mrs... Tylor, he thought, was leaning across the fence. His eyes drifted to her low-cut halter top, and blushed a bit at the sight.

"Mmm, uh, Mrs. Tylor?" he grunted, his eyes dropping down to her big tits that jutted out against the thin material of her halter top.

"Hi, Harry," she said, smiling as she watched his eyes feast on her unrestrained breasts. "I was just wondering if you would like to earn a quick ten quids?"

"Uh, uh, sure, I guess," he stammered, finally able to lift his eyes back up to her face. "Doing what?"

"Washing my car," she said, a knowing smile playing over her lips as she moved just enough to make her big tits wriggle and bobble under her top.

As she did, his eyes dropped back down to her tits.

"Yeah-yeah, I can do that," he muttered, looking back up at her face.

"Thanks," she laughed, tossing him the keys. "It's in the garage..."

"Okay," he said with a shrug, lunging at the keys, trying to catch them in the air before they fell on the ground. Why not? Kept him away from the Dursleys, and hey, it certainly had a better view...

Grabbing them out of the air, he watched on in stunned silence as she spun and started back down the sidewalk. Like tracking radar, his eyes locked on her beautiful butt concealed under the pair of tight, red short-shorts as it enticingly twitched from side to side.

This is too fucking amazing, he thought to himself. Was she flirting with him? He had always thought she was the hottest fucking fox in the whole neighborhood. Maybe she was just a big prick tease after all...and this is how she got her jollies...teasing, young, helpless teenagers! Teasing him, taunting him to show off her agonizing control over him? Whatever, he giddily thought, finally lurching into gear and bumbling along behind her as she led the way back to her house.

Then, as she strutted by the garage, she pointed to one of the double doors.

"In there," she laughed, the swing of her hips becoming even more pronounced as she continued up the sidewalk to the front door of her house.

When she finally disappeared into the house, Harry stepped over and shoved the garage door up. Flipping open the door, Harry crawled in and backed the car out onto the driveway. Turning it off, he crawled out and found the hose. Just then, as he rinsed the car off, Ruth came strolling out of the house in a bikini that could have easily been stuffed into a thimble with plenty of room to spare. Harry's eyes popped out as he ogled her with open-mouthed adoration.

Stepping toward him, swinging a bucket in her hand, she was a spectacular display of beauty in motion. Her big tits were openly displayed with only the big, darkened tips covered by the tiny cups of her bikini. And the material was so thin, Harry could easily make out the jutting knobs of her big nipples thrusting out against it. The top offered no support whatsoever to her mountainous tits as they frolicked and bobbled about freely, threatening to escape from the tiny cups at any moment. Running his eyes downward, he saw that the bottom of her bikini barely even covered the tiny swath of blonde curls that he knew was hidden beneath it along with her cunt. The top of the V couldn't be more that two inches across and the bottom of the V bulged out on each side with a distinct vaginal crease running down its center. And below that, the V narrowed even more, down to nothing more than a lace of red disappearing between her long, luscious legs before it curved up between the cheeks of her delightful ass. The only thing that held it secured around her waist were the two tiny little bows that rested on each hip. And speaking of legs, he giddily thought. She was fucking wearing heels! Fucking stiletto heels! A frigging bikini and heels! His mind was in a frenzy trying to take in the bounty of curves the heels arched her beautiful legs into.

"Care if I help," she smiled, dropping the bucket down in front of him.

"No! Hell, no!" he muttered, trying to regain some of his composure and stop gawking at her like some ten-year old buffoon.

Leaning down, she picked up the hose that had fallen from his numb fingers and aimed it at the bucket. As she bent over, her big tits dangled down below her while she quickly filled the bucket with water. Must have been soap in the bucket, he dizzily thought as a frothy, white foam started pouring over the top edge of the bucket.

"Here, you can have your hose back," she giggled, standing and suggestively running her hand up and down it a couple of times as she handed it to him. "I'm through with it...for now."

Staring at her in a befuddled daze, he watched her lean down again and pull out a bubble-covered sponge. Her beautiful tits jiggled and bobbled as she leaned down over the hood of her car and began to run the sponge over it in long, slow circles. Within moments, she had the hood covered in a lather of white bubbles. Then, with a wicked, little smile, she leaned down lower, pretending to reach out farther and d**g her big, heavy tits through the foam.

"Oh damn..." she fussed, standing and looking down at her bubble-covered breasts. "They're so big, they're always getting in the way. And now look, I've gotten them all wet..."

"They're gorgeous," Harry choked out, not even realizing what he had said until it spilled out over his lips.

"Why, thank you!" she giggled girlishly, running her hand up to one of the dangling treasures and brushing a finger across the jutting bud of her nipple. "You don't think they're too saggy?"

"NO!" he groaned out. "They're perfect..."

"That's nice of you to say," she said, retrieving her sponge and stepping down to the rear of the car.

As she did, Harry could see that the flawless cheeks of her delectable ass were bare. The strap of her bikini bottom was hidden down in the deep cleavage of her exquisite ass before it crept up out of the top of the crack to join the red ribbon of material wrapped around her tiny waist. Then, Harry thought he was going to have a heart attack as she bent at the waist, leaning down to run the sponge over the chrome bumper. Her long, curvaceous legs were now stretched tightly into a dizzying display of curves and swoops.

By now, Harry was almost afraid to move. Afraid that he would set off the time bomb ticking down inside his rock-hard cock.

As he stood transfixed in a testosterone-provoked trance, he could hear the water splashing on the concrete, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

Finally, he saw her stand back up and slowly turn to face him.

"Well, aren't you going to help at all?" she asked him, a knowing smile playing across her sensuous lips as she stood looking at him with her hands on her hips.

"Huh? What? Oh...oh, yeah," he muttered, wishing there was a hole he could crawl into... but only if she came along, too, he told himself!

Pointing the hose at the car, he rinsed off all the bubbles that she had been putting on it. Then he grabbed another sponge out of the bucket and began to follow her example. Running the sponge over the car, he couldn't help but keep sneaking peeks at her as she helped him wash her car. The enticing jiggle of her breasts was captivating. Almost as fascinating as the tight twitch of her ass when she stretched out to reach across the car. But finally they were through and stood looking down at her sparkling car.

"Well, guess that does it," she laughed, dropping her sponge back into the bucket.

"Fraid so," he muttered, wishing it had lasted longer.

"You know," she said, smiling, her icy, blue eyes sparkling in the bright sunlight. "I'm thirsty! Want to come in and have a glass of lemonade with me?"

"What? Yeah! Yeah, sure!" he grinned as a spasm of excitement jolted through his cock. This day seemed to get better and better... if what he did with Mrs Ayola was repeating with Mrs Tylor.

So it wasn't over yet, he giddily thought. Stepping over to the faucet, he reached down and turned the water off. Pitching his sponge into the bucket, he followed her up the sidewalk toward the front of her house. He couldn't take his eyes off the seductive swish of her gorgeous ass. With the cheeks of her ass totally exposed, it was almost as if she were naked except for the three, tiny ribbons of red snaking around her neck, back and waist.

Pushing the door open, she stepped inside. The cool of the air-conditioned air brushed across his sweaty brow, cooling it as he followed her inside. Once he was inside, she turned and pushed the door closed. At the same time she did, she spun the lock closed, too.

"Wouldn't want some thief sneaking in and taking what wasn't rightfully his, would we," she said, smiling as she brushed by him.

"No, uh, no... we wouldn't want that to happen," he mumbled, sensing that there might be some hidden innuendo in the phrase.

Harry watched her as she stepped over to the thermostat and flicked off the air conditioner.

"It's cold in here," she said, wrapping her arms around herself and hugging herself as she pretended to shiver.

"Well, you don't have an awful lot on," he said, longingly running his eyes up and down her body.

"Yeah," she said, shivering again, "and my top is wet! It just makes me that much colder... maybe I should put on some more clothes..."

What was she getting at, he giddily wondered? Was she hinting that maybe she ought to take her top off... or put on more? Should he? Should he take that next step to an already explosive situation? What the hell! He could always say he was just joking...

"You, you could take off your top... you know, if it would make you warmer," he was finally able to choke out.

She had started toward the kitchen, but stopped dead in her tracks and slowly turned around to face him.

Oops, he told himself! He had just stepped over the line and now he was going to catch it!

"Oh! Really," she said, a sensual smile forming on her lips. "I can... can I?"

"Uh, it, it was just a suggestion," he muttered. "I didn't mean anything by it..."

"You wouldn't mind?" she said with a mischievous smile on her lips, lifting her arms and slowly reaching back behind her neck. "Are you sure you wouldn't mind... mind if I took my cold, wet top off?"

"Uh, uh, no, no, I, I wouldn't mind... I wouldn't mind at all," he stammered, not believing that she would actually do it.

"Why not," she said, laughing softly. "Since you already know what they look like..."

"What? What do you mean?" he grumbled, knowing that she was about to disclose a little night time game he like to do with some omnioculars and her bedroom window since last summer that he spent at the Dursleys.

"Oh, don't act coy with me," she said as the straps of her bikini top came unlooping from around her neck. "We both know that you've been watching me undress every night since you came back."

Harry didn't know what to say or do as he looked down at her breasts. The straps of her bikini now hung down over her big tits, dangling down over her belly, but the cups wetly clung to her big tits, still hiding them from his leering gawk. Then, she pinched the straps between her fingers and thumbs and slowly peeled them down off her gorgeous, jutting tits. Another jolt of electricity fired off down in his cock as he leered down at the jiggling treasures.

"So damned pretty," he muttered, watching her reach around behind her back to untie the other strap.

"You really like them?" she asked, smiling and tossing her bikini top on the couch. "They're not too droopy?"

"Oh, God, no!" he groaned.

"Are they prettier than your girlfriend's?" Ruth asked, arching her back and thrusting her big, bobbling breasts out at him.

"Well... I don't have one... but yours are very pretty and big!" he choked out.

"To bad, but if you had, I bet she would let you play with them..." Ruth said, slowly stepping toward him, rolling her hips like a streetwalker.

"Yeah-yeah-maybe," he mumbled, watching her big tits heavily cavort as she stepped closer.

"Want to play with mine?" she asked, stopping directly in front of him.

"Yes!" he emphatically hissed, starting to reach for them.

"Maybe later," she laughed, spinning on one of her stiletto heels and strutting back across the room toward the kitchen.

Bloody hell, he muttered to himself. He'd been so close to wrapping his hands around her gorgeous tits. Maybe she wasn't like Mrs Ayola, only just a tease, he told himself as he watched her tight, little ass twitch and jiggle its way into the kitchen. Then when she disappeared into the kitchen, not knowing what else to do, he plodded over to the couch and sat down. Looking down at her discarded bikini top, he reached down and picked it up. Lifting it to his nose, he took a sniff of it. It smelled of perfume. Flowers and something else that he couldn't put his finger, or nose on. "So what do I smell like?" he heard her laugh as she came strolling back into the room with a big, frosty glass in each hand.

"Uh, flowers," he said, his eyes immediately dropping to her frolicking breasts. "Smells good..."

Wonder what the other half of her bikini would smell like, he giddily wondered as she handed him his glass of lemonade. Pussy! Hot, sweaty pussy, he told himself taking the glass from her.

"I added a little spice to the lemonade," she grinned, sitting down beside him and crossing her long, shapely legs. "I hope you don't mind..."

"No, no, I don't mind," he told her, his eyes drifting down from her dangling breasts to the V of red material that covered her pussy.

Seeing him look down, she slowly ran her hand down over the taut flatness of her belly to the tiny swatch of red material that covered her secret place. Grinning, she sensually d**g her finger up the vaginal crease in the bottom of her bikini.

"Would you like to take a whiff of this one, too?" she asked him, smiling seductively as she took a sip of her spiked lemonade.

Would I? I'd give my right nut, he feverishly thought to himself. To do that, she would either have to take it off or let him stick his nose down in her crotch.

"Yeah! Yeah, I would," he blathered, grinning like a k** on Christmas morning!

"Well, I guess... if you insist," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Then he watched her lean forward and set her glass on the coffee table. Unflinchingly staring into his eyes, she teasingly reached down to the two little bows on her hips as he took a quick gulp of his drink.

"Damn, that's strong!" he choked out, trying not to splatter her with lemonade and trying to take in a breath to cool the flames searing his throat.

"That's the way I like it," she giggled, plucking at her bikini and untying it. "That's the way I like everything... hard... hard and strong!"

Harry felt the warm glow of the alcohol fan out from his belly as he stared down at her crotch. The little V of cloth stubbornly clung to her wet pussy, hiding it from view as he watched on with impatient expectation. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to him, she reached down and teased the little wisp of cloth down off her almost hairless pussy. Another jolt of electricity fired through his cock as he gawked down at the meaty gash while she lifted her butt and pulled the long, red lace of material out of the crack of her beautiful ass.

Then, with a coy smile on her lips, she lifted the little red triangle of cloth up to her nose and took a tiny sniff. Their eyes locked for a moment, and then she slowly reached out, handing him the bikini bottom.

He immediately lifted it to his nose and took in a deep whiff. Pussy! Hot, ripe pussy, his fevered brain screamed at him. He had been right! It smelled like her beautiful, juicy cunt.

"So," she said, lifting her glass to her full, red lips and taking another sip on her drink. "What does it smell like?"

"You...you and your gorgeous, hot pussy...it smells like a wonderful, ripe pussy..." he groaned, growing more confident and brave with each passing moment.

"I thought it might," she laughed, slowly spreading her legs as she casually fingered her pussy. "Just thinking about this has made my poor little pussy leak all day long!"

Oh, Merlin, I'm going to come right in my pants if this goes on much longer, he told himself.

"See?" she grinned, spreading her long, shapely legs wider and running her finger down the fleshy rift between them.

"Damn," he cursed, staring down at her pussy as she delicately fingered it open to reveal the oozing hole that lay between the big, meaty pussy lips.

Then she slowly dipped the tip of a long finger down into the seeping hole and teasingly lifted it up to her mouth. Pursing her lips around it, she sucked it clean.

"Want to taste it?" she asked him, a naughty smile playing across her lips.

Setting his glass on the coffee table, he immediately pushed up off the couch. Scrambling around in front of her, he dropped to his knees and crawled up between her splayed legs. Wrapping his arms around her smooth, firm thighs, he dove down between them to the feast that lay awaiting him there.

"You can take your time, honey," she laughed softly, reaching down and running her fingers through his hair. "We've got all afternoon. My husband's gone at work all day and he won't be back until tonight..."

"Umpffff," he grunted out, locking his lips around the jutting nub of her clit.

It's only three o'clock, he giddily thought. And the way she was talking, they were going to spend the rest of the day in bed. In bed, fucking the afternoon away! What a way to spend the day with his other beautiful, sexy neighbor...

"Yeah, Baby... Ruth likes that," she murmured, thrusting herself up against his mouth.

The dizzying aroma of her fermenting juices welled up into his nostrils as he licked and lapped at her jutting clit. She was so freaking hot, he feverishly told himself. Hot and ready! Ready to be fucked! By him! He couldn't wait...

Slashing his tongue back and forth across the little nub of nerves, he could feel her excitement pouring out of her, coating his chin with its sticky heat. Then as he busily attacked her with his tongue, he saw her raise her hands up to her heaving breasts.

Wrapping her hands around the jiggling giants, she began to squeeze and fondle them. Her eyes were clenched shut, her head resting on the back of the couch as she gently humped herself up against his hungry mouth.

The little furry strip of hairs tickled his nose as he frantically licked and lapped away at her clit.

It wasn't long before he felt the muscles in her thighs tightening, straining against his hands. The stream of goo seeping out of her cunt was growing more profuse as she ground it against his juice-smeared chin. She was almost there. He could sense it.

Working faster, he urged her on. His tongue was flicking back and forth across the squiggly little knob harder and harder. Then, he felt her hands on his head. He could feel her long, sharp fingernails digging down into his scalp as the muscles in her thighs grew tighter and tighter.

At last, he felt it. Her body suddenly shuddered and went stiff. Loud, grunting groans spewed from her mouth as she ground herself up against his mouth. Her fingernails dug in deeper, forcing his face down into her clenched crotch as she agonized through her orgasm.

Damn, he giddily thought to himself, when she comes, she really comes. The stream of juice flowing out of her hot cunt suddenly became a river as it poured out onto his chin, ran down it and dripped down onto his tee shirt. She came and came and came as Harry kept his lips locked down around her jutting clit.

At last, Harry felt the muscles in her thighs begin to go slack.

"Damn..." she finally muttered as her body melted back against the couch. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

"I don't know, guess it just comes naturally..." he grinned, lifting his head up out of her crotch and running his tongue around his juice-stained lips. That must be it. After Mrs Ayola earlier, he didn't have other explanation to what he was doing with this ladies.

"I don't know about that," she laughed softly, wiping the back of her fingers across his chin. "My husband doesn't do it that good..."

Then, she leaned forward and reached down to the hem of his tee shirt.

"Let's get this dirty thing off," she said, pulling it up and over his head. "It's got gooey pussy-juice all over it!"

Wadding it into a ball, she wiped in across his chin, wiping away the evidence of her orgasm.

"There, all better," she giggled, tossing it down onto the couch beside her bikini.

"Thanks," he snickered, dropping his eyes to her beautiful breasts.

"Now, let's see what you have..." she cooed, clutching at the big bulge sticking out against the front of his trunks, "down here!"

Pushing up to his feet, he thrust his thumbs down under the elastic waistband of his trunks and slowly pushed them down over his hips. Pushing them lower and lower, he saw that she was watching on expectantly. Then all at once, his big, erect penis sprang out into the open, pointing straight at her pretty, pixyish face.

"Goodness..." she exclaimed. "Impressive..."

"Haven't had any complaints yet," he grinned, reaching down and wrapping his hand around the jutting slab of meat.

"I bet you haven't..." she murmured, leaning forward and giving the bloated head of his dick a long, lingering kiss. "I bet you haven't..."

Then, she lifted her hand up to his and pulled herself up onto her stiletto heels.

"Why don't we go upstairs... I have a bed up there that is much more comfortable than this old couch..." she purred.

"Lead the way, Madam," he said, stepping out of his shorts.

"Why? So you can watch my ass," she laughed softly over her shoulder as she stepped out in front of him.

"Yeah," he snickered, listening to the sexy clop of her high heels on the floor and watching her delectable ass quiver and twitch with each step she took. "It's a real beauty..."

"Have you done it before?" she asked him, starting up the steps.

"Uh, yeah," he grinned, his eyes still locked on her jiggling ass. "If you mean fucking."

"Yes, Sweetie, I mean fucking!" she laughed, continuing up the stairs shaking her head.

"Yeah, but not enough..." he complained. "Just once..."

"And what would be enough, in your opinion," she asked him as they reached the top of the stairs.

"I don't know! Definitely not just once..." he laughed as she slowed down and reached back for his bobbing prick.

"Really," she smirked. "That often?"

"At least," he said, feeling her fingers curl around his cock as she tugged him along by it.

"Well, you know that my husband is gone a lot of the time during the day..." she purred. "And I hate to spend time alone. So, if you're not getting enough from who ever you fuck... come on over and visit little Ruth... she'll do what she can to resolve your problem..."

"You mean it?" he asked, not believing his good fortune.

"Why would I say it if I didn't mean it?" she asked, giving his cock a hard squeeze.

"Crap, you'll have me over here all the time," he laughed.

"Strange," she laughed a short, happy laugh. "I like it about as much as you do! But my husband and I only get together a couple of times a week. Maybe he works to much or I don't know, maybe he's getting a little from his secretary. But I guess that won't matter as much anymore... since now, I've got my own little on the side, too!"

"But... but, don't you love him?" Harry asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Of course! But what does that have to do with the price of eggs in China?" she smiled, as he sat down beside her and she slowly ran her hand up and down his jutting maleness.