Harrys Ladies 3
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Three days after arriving home from Europe, Sierra Bycroft drove along the waterfront and recognized Harry by his rear-end half a second before seeing his face side-on to confirm it was him.
This was unexpected. She slowed her sexy red steed, looking into the mirror.
Lip gloss was good but oh, her crazy hair was a mess. She also cursed knowing she was bra-less – uplift would catch his eye. Their initial meeting wasn’t supposed to be like this, it wasn’t according to plan.
Sierra decided to avoid the meeting, to quietly U-turn and drive away. She’d intended her master plan to become operational when he’d predictably enter her office to greet her later this morning. She’d have her dress front unbuttoned and perhaps hook a leg in light-gauge fishnet over her desk.
She winced, thinking that in all the time she’d spent on the aircraft planning for re-engagement, this first-meeting aspect was full of holes – totally inadequate.
Hmmm if she over-did the flashing hints of breasts and leg at him, he’d suspect she was up to something as to him she usually presented herself as a person of total indifference. If she wanted to be permitted to capture his dick and have her tits mangled to hold his attention and induce him to really befriend her then her total seduction would have to fall within his parameters, not hers.
Try to be clever darling, she urged, ready to turn and head back the way she’d come but then, realizing Harry had spotted her.
Sierra reluctantly nosed the car in by him and adjusted speed to match his jogging gait, looking ahead occasionally to avoid parked vehicles.
After a reasonably affable chat she drove off, amazed that it had been so easy, he agreeing to admit her into his home although then belatedly attempting to withdraw the invitation He’d agreeing to tutor her about preparing the monthly accounts summary and she manipulated it so she could stay the night at his apartment although perhaps he’d thought he’d canceled that invitation
Within ten minutes she’d achieved what she’d earlier estimated could take up to three weeks to accomplish. Either she was brilliant or he was on a high, induced by jogging which had switched off the defense system he used to moderate his behavior.
Sierra was painfully aware he thought her too irresponsible and too promiscuous for his tastes – not saying as much as a word but over the years during her rebellious outbreaks and her disinclination to follow office procedures, his disapproval had shown.
When they’d sat together in the newsroom he’d practically prepared to bolt whenever she forgot herself and talked above a whisper on the phone to girlfriends in exciting detail about her latest sexual liaisons. Whenever her comments became too hot he would hurry away from her.
Initially she’d rejected any thought of taking him to bed. But that changed when father raised the possibility of it – yes, her father – during one of those seemingly obligatory conversations fathers feel compelled to have with their sexually over-active unmarried daughters.
Duncan had unloaded it well.
He’d said he was worried about her reputation of being something of a hell-raiser, reminding her only by sheer luck had the police officer confronting the couple in that indecent behavior in the public place had recognized the female was Duncan’s drunken daughter.
Sierra presented to have no recall about that incident.
Duncan reminded her of the allegation was she was being screwed over the trunk of the guy’s car outside the 24/7 café. The officer was a member of the same golf club as Duncan and several times had seen Sierra collecting him from the bar after playing golf.
Sierra said no one believed all the things that cops claimed.
Duncan said Arnold was as straight as they come.
‘Oh come off this witch-hunt dad, you were a disaster for your parents when you were young. They’ve told me about many of your appalling escapades.’
‘Yes young woman, but you are now thirty-two. I was married and gaining respectability by the time I was thirty. You should be married by now. I’ve already hinted there’s a man I approve in the wings.’
Oh shyte he was thinking Harry!
She knew not to tell her father she had a plan to roll Harry out of her existence in due course but her mouth ran ahead of her brain but at least her outburst diverted her father,
‘While I was away I slept most of my nights alone, I needed to work on my comprehensive strategic plan.’
‘What plan? Go on.’
‘I am aware I’m being taught a lesson – that control of the newspaper will not pass to me until I demonstrate maturity and prove to the board I can run the operation competently.’
‘But stupidly the board has made that difficult for me by sticking Harry in the boss editor’s chair. I figure I have two options – try to roll him with the possibility of failure or to systematically learn from him and then convince the board to move him sideways or better still make him deputy CEO to widen his experience and I can leapfrog him when I succeed you.’
Her father beamed.
‘Thank God for that. Sierra I was beginning to wonder if you were in danger of screwing away your brain with your orgasms.’
‘That’s foul daddy and apologize now you foul-mouth bastard.’
Without waiting for a response, Sierra leant over and squeezed his arm and kissed his ear, then outlined her plan although omitting her contingency plan for having sex with Harry – hopefully until either his eyes dropped out or he became her slave.
She didn’t much care which way it went.
Daddy then sent Sierra’s mind spinning like crazy.
‘You know, I really approve of Harry becoming my son-in-law, so do it soon, baby.’
She sat stunned until he growled for her to say something.
‘What about mommy?’
‘I don’t really know except she sees him as being a very nice man who stands head and shoulders above your usual sidekicks.’
‘That’s not difficult, he’s six-three.’
‘Don’t be a smart-ass. Your mother also thinks your award-winning Single Best Personality Interview eighteen months ago had the influence of his writing style all over it.’
‘Doesn’t mummy go on at times? I think she should find a job rather than fill her mind with garbage like that.’
‘Did he?’
Sierra sucked in air. She had to make him bail out of this.
‘Daddy, when we were in the newsroom, by design we were seated as a duo to operate as a team – he made suggestions about my articles as I wrote then because I invited suggestions, but never did he solicit my help, even for the feminine point of view, because he considers himself so superior, erroneously I might add.’
‘Hmmm,’ her father responded and changed the subject, asking did Sierra want to join him and her mother on a summer holiday. They were thinking the Greek Islands.
All in all that had been an interesting ride home and now it was time to put stage one of her action plan into effect.
Sierra knew with her academic business studies and work experience during university semesters, she ought to pick up the company’s specific financial reporting procedures for the editorial department quickly. It would substantially involve verifying figures, aligning them to the actual figures for the similar period for last year and providing the budget forecasts for yet another comparison and having any discrepancies noted and researched by the accounts department.
Then it was only a matter of writing a summary that made sense to the directors, most of whom would dwell on bottom line results.
Then Harry could become her plaything but that posed a bigger problem than picking up on financial reporting.
She had doubts about coming on strongly and taking him to bed too quickly. If she did that he’d really think she was a slut.
She’d just have to wait and see what eventuate
d but then the nude image of Harry sporting a huge erection popped into her mind.
She shook with excitement. ‘Yes!’ she yelled triumphantly, gripping the steering wheel tightly, he probably hasn’t had sex for at least four very long weeks.
Her nipples tightened, as did her midriff. She emitted a very long sigh and then looking out the side window swore – though she’d been driving carefully she’d sailed past the entrance to her apartment block, now some 200 yards back.
‘What’s that boo-boo compared with a month without sex,’ she giggled aloud. Rarely did she feel so happy because life for her was mostly a bore.
Sierra called up Harry in the foyer of his apartment block at 8:30 absolutely amazed she was thirty minutes early. She couldn’t recall being early for anyone, ever. Oh boy, did she have some surprises for Harry in dressing up her body so beautifully.
Amazingly this was also her first seduction – even as an 18-year-old all she had to do was to flutter her eyelids, give a couple of heavy sighs after two wet kisses and – bingo!
Nowadays if it were a new date she only had to say a corny ‘Take me’ and he wouldn’t be the dickhead type who’d ask ‘Where to?’
Well why complicate it? Or if wanting hot action with someone she’d begin with previously, tonguing a wet ‘Fuck me’ whisper into his ear was a guarantee of full-on action.
But this one, this one was different. Although Harry was years overdue for it from her, he’d require to be seduced the old-fashion way with feminine guile layered on thickly.
Wondering how thick his dick might be made her squirm and she realized preparing for seduction had made her really excited.
Play it cool, darling, she told herself sensuously, because if she attempt to out-pace him she’d end up in bed alone with only her fingers for company. She squirmed again and heard his voice sound metallic over the totally inadequate inter-com speaker, ‘Yes?’
‘It’s me.’
‘And who’s me?’
The bastard, Harry was making her spit it out, but he sounded unsure – of course, he knew she was never early!
‘It’s Sierra darling.’
Damn that ‘darling’ just slipped out, she was already halfway towards full arousal. She smiled, the speaker was so lousy he’d not hear her response clearly.
‘So it’s darling now, you must want something?’
Oh gawd, he was on to her.
The panic rose and she glanced back at the entrance. She was hugely tempted to do a runner but to fail now what hope was there of success if she couldn’t complete an easy part of the master plan?
‘Come on you fool, open the door.’
Harry didn’t reply, the electronic lock clicked and she entered and walked to the elevator, her confidence returning. As she rode up to the seventh, Sierra looked into the mirror to attend to her hair, face and adjust the way her top was sitting thinking she looked gorgeous and could easily fall for her herself.
At thirty-two Sierra was entering her prime. Her face was a little wider than it used to be in her early twenties, her lips were fuller and her breasts certainly were larger but, dammit, so were her hips.
‘I could eat you’, she mouthed at the mirror then blew herself kisses, pleased her green eyes appeared to be glowing. Well she was sexually excited.
Back to Mr Stiff.
She giggled, taking the wrong meaning when she meant conservative. She had the plan: say a bright ‘Hi’ and comment what a lovely apartment and fabulous views. Easy. All she had to do was to knock on the door of 7-11 and her rehearsed greeting would flow but she’d have to be aware of not being thrown by unexpected responses or gestures from him.
The elevator doors opened and Harry was standing there, smiling.
Drat he was supposed to be in apartment eleven.
It didn’t matter, she only had to ad lib.
Oh gawd, he was wearing dark suit pants, a white shirt over which was a muted floral waistcoat – she just loved men wearing waistcoats, the modern kind like he was wearing.
Harry held out his hand, probably a gallant gesture to assist her to step from the elevator, but she stupidly shook it and said hi again, which prompted him to repeat his greeting.
‘Lovely foyer,’ she enthused.
There was no foyer, it was just a spartan spot in the hallway of plain grey walls broken by the finger-marked stainless steel surrounds of the elevator doors, now closed, a wall-mounted fire extinguisher and a ‘Smoking is Forbidden in Public Areas of this Building’ notice.
The carpet was stained.
‘It’s a bit austere,’ he said, looking a little surprised. ‘But it’s home.’
‘I draw. Perhaps I could sketch something for this wall opposite the elevator doors or go whacky with graffiti.’
That was meant as a joke and he smiled hugely and revealing great teeth. She imagined her nipples showing interest in those teeth.
‘I was saying let me take your carry-bag.’
‘Oh sorry, my mind was on teeth – er tea.’
‘You’d like a drink of tea?’
‘No, I hate tea…er…I meant golf tees.’
He looked astonished. ‘You play golf?’
Saved!
‘Oh yes, I often play nine holes with my mother and occasionally a full round with my father and his buddies if they are a player short.’
Impressed, and taking her carry-bag and almost dropping it because of the weight, he asked: ‘So you have a handicap?’
‘Yes twelve.’
He looked, er, stunned. He must play golf.
‘What’s your handicap – golf I mean?’
‘Eighteen,’ he said weakly.
They shared an outside interest besides sex, at least hopefully sex. Sierra was delighted and that showed on her face. Hooking her arm into Harry’s and chuckling she said, ‘Fancy that, all these years of working together and we didn’t know we shared an outside interest like golf. I wonder what other recreational and social interests we have in common?’
Harry turned to stare at her.
‘You should remember – we’ve often talked about music, theatre, film and concerts, fitness, food, favorite drinks, holidays and even clubbing.’
‘Did we?’ Sierra murmured, then biting her wretched tongue.
‘Of course I understand your indifference because of your consuming interest.’
‘My consuming interest?’ she asked, without thinking.
‘Sex.’
Sierra’s knees almost gave out but he tightened his arm hooked through hers to steady her.
‘Have you been drinking?’ he asked, smiling and looking deeply into her eyes. ‘God, your eyes are beautiful.’
She swallowed and he pushed her through the open door of Apartment Eleven and she felt his hand lightly run down her right butt. Her butt!
This guy had her off-balance. What’s going on here?
‘Nice apartment, very tidy for a man,’ she blurted and attempting to recover said, ‘Where’s the gorgeous views. Oh gawd,’ she said, seeing only the architecturally uninspiring buildings out the window. ‘Don’t answer – I don’t know what’s happening here. I think I psyched myself up so much because I was coming here that I’m over expecting.’
‘Over expecting, exactly what are you expecting?’
Sierra maintained a practiced array of special smiles for new men. She dragged out ‘ice-breaker’ and beamed it at Harry. Exhibiting a touch of vulnerability, she said, ‘I’d appreciate a stiff drink to settle me down, do you have Scotch?’
Ten minutes later they moved to the table, Harry topping up their drinks. He removed his waistcoat so she removed her jacket, fully revealing a multi-textured tight cotton top of coral color that vaguely looked like bare skin.
Her breasts were beautifully supported in a new bra, revealing the slight upward curl at the nipples. She gave the impression she was looking elsewhere but caught the sight of his tongue moving across his top lip.
She smiled, knowing at last something had gone to plan.
That was followed by another planne
d action dropping into place perfectly.
Harry held a chair out for Sierra and then physics took effect, he bent over her in the movement required to push her and the chair closer to the table, resulting in him sampling her perfume at near-maximum intake – a French fragrance obscenely referred to as ‘Plug Me’ by Jenni, her best girlfriend, who’d recommended it.
‘Lovely,’ murmured Harry, which triggered a romantic quality smile from Sierra although hidden from Harry, his nose was now almost in her hair.
As her eyes closed briefly, she pictured him – tall fair and handsome, as Jenni had called him when having coffee with her and Sierra had pointed him out in the distance.
Sierra had shocked Jenni when denying they were ‘at it like rabbits’ and her friend sighed and asked could she have him. Jenni was told to help herself.
With Harry sniffing her hair as if he were a bull about to mount her, that bovine thought diverted Sierra for a moment and almost turning her smile into a giggle. The thoughts some people have, she chided, then admitting he was almost handsome – a good strong jaw, splendid teeth but the lips were a little thin yet not cruel.
His face had too many freckles for her liking, the brown eyes were not at all sexy and his eyebrows looked clipped instead of displaying playboy ruggedness. The hair she couldn’t fault, basically fair with some darker brown streaks, plenty of it and almost always looking neat but over the years when she’d seen the fringe tumble and before he could flick it back he’d looked so boyish that momentarily she’d become interested in him, very momentarily.
The body, oh boy – too tall for her but perhaps in five inch heels she could cancel out that objection and in bed – if that was their destiny – height didn’t matter, did it?
‘What doesn’t matter?’
Oh gawd, she was horrified. Obviously she’d said that aloud. What else had escaped her mouth?
‘Ah, it doesn’t matter if whisky makes me sweat, does it?’
‘What would you be doing to make you sweat?’ Harry asked curiously.
‘Ah jogging in the morning?’
‘Of course. Now let’s hit these figures.’
A little over two hours later they were finished.
‘Now you know procedures, this monthly reporting task will be no problem for you – you’re great with figures and you have a great figure, if you don’t mind me saying so.’
Did she mind? Was he keen to see more? Sierra wanted to oblige but alas, that kind of jump forward could knock their budding relationship back a century.
This guy truly was a dinosaur, she mused. He was completely ignorant of the fact that some women love excessive sex and love being brutally frank in talking about such passions. How he’d ever managed to get laid was beyond comprehension.
Sierra yawned in despair and the twerp misinterpreted, saying she better go to bed as she was tired. Sierra groaned.
Harry showed her into the bedroom and pointed out they shared the bathroom.
‘That’s fine – this layout is pretty standard, replicates mine actually. ‘You’ll have to sleep there one night and see for yourself.’
That wasn’t a slip and Sierra had knowingly released it, but he just smiled and made no comment.
Harry made the predictable gesture, ‘Ladies have first use of the bathroom.’
‘Thank you, kind sir.’
And that was it, or so she thought.
Sierra emerged and called out, ‘The bathroom’s free’ and from his bedroom Harry replied ‘Right’, sounding if he were in front of his computer if it’s possible to identify a reply from such a location.
She giggled at her wit, and decided it was the humor of a half-wit, and perhaps that was being generous.
‘Want anything?’
Sierra was hungry, so replied, ‘A salad sandwich would be great – vegetarian.’
‘Can do.’
In her bedroom she took off her top and designer black linen double-ruffle skirt, removed her eyebrow extensions, unpinned her hair and started the ninety-six brushstrokes.
‘Ready,’ he called and bored with the brushing Sierra said ‘I’m coming,’ dropped the brush and went to join him.
Well, he reacted as if he’d been almost electrocuted – eyes bulging and gasping ‘Jesus!’
‘What is it?’ Sierra cried in alarm.
‘Y-you.’
‘Okay, okay,’ she soothed, realizing what the fuss was about. He’s one of those guys who get it on more seeing a half-naked woman than one with it all bared. Oh yeah, her tits would be larger than that last time he’d seen them and her hips would look wider if his recall was that good.
Harry closed his eyes and accepted that he now had no choice but to let himself go. The eruption from his balls was imminent. He always thought this moment was like the big duet between Florestan and Leonora in ‘Fidelio’, the two voices rising in rapture, up and up in an ecstatic crescendo. ‘O namenlose Freude’ they sing, ‘O nameless joy.’ And for Harry, the big O was precisely the nameless joy he was about to experience. He had delayed it as long as he could, proudly conscious of the way he...
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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...
Harry Potter: The Boy who Fucked - Chapter 1: A Muggle Encounter Harry Potter woke with a start, saturated in cold sweat and shaking. His nightmares involving a recollection of his parents' deaths and the other horrible things he had seen throughout the last 6 years in the Wizarding world had began to occur more often; around three times a night. Groping his bedside table for his glasses, Harry swept them on and muttered 'Lumos'. A small orb of light appeared at the tip of his...
Chapter 1 – In the Beginning Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the actual Harry Potter series, its author, characters or book and movie franchises. This story has not been sold or created for profit. Story Codes: mmfff, exhib, grope, magic, unif, voy Harry Potter’s fifth year of education was one of the most difficult times of his young life. Publicly slighted by both the Ministry of Magic and the influential magical media, Harry had been called a liar, attention-seeker and...
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Chapter One -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As the sun crept into the smallest bedroom in the house at # 4 Privet Drive, Harry Potter fought the urge to wake up. Harry was having a nice pleasant dream. He dreamt that he was sitting on the shore of the ocean with his feet in the cool water, while reading a book about lighthouses. Two odd things about the dream stood out for Harry. The...
Chapter Three by Simon Fear As the days dragged on at Grimwauld Place Harry was beginning to get anxious about going back to Hogwarts. The one thing he hated was the fact that he still could not bring himself to talk with Ginny Weasly, or Hermione. After having witnessed them having sex together and seeing their beautiful naked bodies, he always found himself blushing and turning away when either one of them approached them. Harry had shown his best mate Ron the charm that George...
As the days dragged on at Grimwauld Place Harry was beginning to get anxious about going back to Hogwarts. The one thing he hated was the fact that he still could not bring himself to talk with Ginny Weasly, or Hermione. After having witnessed them having sex together and seeing their beautiful naked bodies, he always found himself blushing and turning away when either one of them approached them. Harry had shown his best mate Ron the charm that George Weasly had given him. Ron being...
“Where am I?” Harry thought to himself as he picked up his school uniform and began to get dressed. As Harry continued to think, he realized that his last thoughts were from his 6th period potions with Professor Snape, the greasy-haired head of Slytherine, who hated him more than anyone at Hogwarts. As Harry began to think more, looking very puzzled as he scratched his messy brown hair, “Something had to have happened in potions class…” As Harry thought more and more he reached down to...
By pleasing himself and remembering every detail of Pansy and Hermione�sfemininity, Harry got through the first week of school in very good mood. AsHogwarts started for real however he felt himself fall back into depression. Hehad considered going to Pansy and try to persuade her to have sex again but hedidn�t want her anymore. She was just a last resort and Hogwarts was full overattractive nice girls.Harry slowly realised that he wanted more then sex, not much just a littlekissing and some...
There was no stopping the rumours about Harry sex life. The fact that he had fucked Pansy and then Cho spread across the school like wild fire, especially as Cho was heart broken. As Harry had suspected Hermione wasn’t too happy with him sleeping with Pansy just one day after he had been with her. But as he hardly saw her anymore he couldn’t tell any greater difference in her mood. Hermione wasn’t her old self at all, she didn’t even volunteer information in class ymorymore. Harry had never...
The morning sun was still young, yet it was already turning an uncomfortably warm evening into another damned hot July day in the midwest. Seeing the brown patches of grass in his front lawn didn't put Harry in any better of a mood as he backed out of his drive. His car's magnificent sound system played his favorite music and the air conditioning was on full blast as he started his daily commute to the office. In spite of his comfortable surroundings, Harry couldn't help but become more...
By pleasing himself and remembering every detail of Pansy and Hermione’s femininity, Harry got through the first week of school in very good mood. As Hogwarts started for real however he felt himself fall back into depression. He had considered going to Pansy and try to persuade her to have sex again but he didn’t want her anymore. She was just a last resort and Hogwarts was full over attractive nice girls. Harry slowly realised that he wanted more then sex, not much just a little kissing and...
Harry was lucky there weren�t any lessons the following day because he didn�tleave his bed at all. Ron had slowly accepted the lie that Harry was in lovewith Cho and forgiven him for hurting Hermione. Ron now thought Harry and Chohad broken up and accepted that his best friend wanted to stay in bed. Ron was agreat friend.Cho sent him several owls, each letter more desperate and more tear streakedthen the last. Harry read them but couldn�t bring himself to reply. The messagewas pretty much the...
The Prefect’s Bathroom was quite large. It actually consisted of a few connected rooms. As you entered, the entry hall split off two ways for the prefects to get changed. Harry Potter slipped through the passageway to the left. He entered a small room where a handful of benches sat on the ground. A dozen open lockers sat empty along the walls. Harry passed them by without a second glance.Re-entering the hall where the two changing rooms connected, Harry passed through a doorway to enter into...
Harry was lucky there weren’t any lessons the following day because he didn’t leave his bed at all. Ron had slowly accepted the lie that Harry was in love with Cho and forgiven him for hurting Hermione. Ron now thought Harry and Cho had broken up and accepted that his best friend wanted to stay in bed. Ron was a great friend.Cho sent him several owls, each letter more desperate and more tear streaked then the last. Harry read them but couldn’t bring himself to reply. The message was pretty much...
Chapter 11 part 1 Though there were only a few weeks to go before the summer exams, Hermione decided that she, Harry and Ron needed a break from revision; something that Harry and Ron quickly agreed with her on. It was a fine afternoon and so they made their way down to the Lake to relax in the Sun. Each of them rolled their jeans up to their knees as they let their feet dangle in the cool waters of the Lake, whilst they sat on the bank and talked. ‘I had another private lesson with...
This is a fanfic of 'Charmed' and Harry Potter, the characters are owned by their respective owners. Harry Potter gets 'Charmed' By Eric Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were trapped in Snape's Office after hours. Snape was at the door blocking their escape! "I know you're in there, Potter!" he said happily, gloating. "At last I have you red handed, Mr. Perfect Porter! This time not even Dumbledore will keep me from punishing you all!" He started to open the...
"nagini!" said valdamort in parsletounge. "make yourself known." a huge python slithered out of a hole in the floor and rapped itself around the back of valdamort's chair. " are you ready for our little indever my sweet." he said. nagini nodded, flicking her tounge . aloud sound like the backfireing of a car echoed through the room and wormtail appeared, his decreped form bent in a low bow. " master i have returned with good news." he said. " good then i won't have...
In actuality, it was the trio's last night before embarking on the final leg of Harry's journey to fulfill his destiny and rid the Wizarding world of Lord Voldemort, the most evil dark wizard who ever lived. After Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts' beloved Headmaster, was killed at the end of their sixth year, Harry had been determined to set out on this journey alone, because nearly everyone important in his life had met an untimely demise at Voldemort's hand. Harry's own parents had been...
Harry Potter and the Spell book of Desires – Chapter 1 - Camping Introduction: Harry Potter discovers the Spell book of Desires in his fourth year at Hogwarts Harry Potter and the Spell book of Desires Chapter One – Camping Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. I didn't write this i found it on the internet and wanted to share it with you Harry was having the best time...
It wasn’t just that, he suspected that magic was in play as his normal six-inch member had grown by a few inches and thickening, he also noted that his balls had gotten bigger and heavier and he had been producing larger amounts of sperm, even after masturbating a few times a day. He knew about puberty having gone few it in his second year, but this was something else. Part of him was scared another part was proud of his size and stamina. He stroked himself until he could feel his...
Chapter Fifteen – Hogwarts Champion Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mf, mf, exhib, hand, grope, spank, unif, voy The selection process for the Triwizard Cup had begun the night before, after the arrival of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students. Any student over the age of eighteen and wanting to try their hand at being selected as Hogwarts Champion had only...
Harry got out of bed and woke Ron up so that they could go down for breakfast before school started. Ron was always rubbish at getting up, but today, he bounded out of bed and stood there, proud, right up to the point where Harry said warningly, “Err mate. You’ve got a boner.” “What? Oh shit!” Ron quietly exclaimed and sat down again so as to hide himself. Ron looked around the dormitory and saw that luckily there was no one there, and he wasn’t that uncomfortable about Harry...
Chapter One – Camping Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mf, first, grope, magic, mc, Harry was having the best time of his life; he was with the people he cared about the most, and he was at the event of the year; the Quidditch World Cup. Harry, Hermione, and most of the Weasley family had just arrived at the campground, and Harry already knew it was going to...
Harry Potter opened the front door to number four, Privit Drive and stepped inside. For the first time that he could remember, Harry Potter actually felt happy in the home of his Aunt and Uncle. That was mainly because his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and their son, Dudley weren't at home. His aunt and uncle had gone out to have dinner with Uncle Vernon's employer. Right about now, Harry thought, his uncle was busy seeing how far he could stick his nose up his bosses ass. His cousin, the...
The elevator doors opened and Harry stepped back to make room before looking up. Coming into the elevator were two angels, positive angels! Harry was stunned as one of them smiled at her and the other smirked at her reaction. The angels were both in white, wearing very thin white robes over some of the sexiest lingerie she had ever seen. The tall brunette was in a teddy, the sheer white robe did nothing to cover that fact. She pulled it tight around herself, which just emphasized her amazing...
LesbianChapter Twenty-Eight – Ron’s Happy Birthday Part Three – An Evening Snack Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mmf, mf, f-mast, ncon, cream pie, grope, magic, morph, rape, spank, unif, voy Ron’s birthday had been an interesting one to say the least; not only had he gotten an early morning surprise by his very own sister, he had been given the best birthday present...
Part 9 and there was Three Harry woke feeling his wives, wives I have two wives, he smiled, laying next him, his eyes closed. Hermione snuggled up to him, her leg over his, Ginny on his other side pressing into him, their heads on his chest and shoulder, their breasts against him, he could feel their breaths on his skin, their heart beats, Hermiones wetness on his thigh, Ginnys hand gently holding his erect manhood. He laid there thinking of how his life had turned around it the last years. ...
Chapter 5 November descended upon Hogwarts and along with it came even rain and even a few flakes of snow. It was the final week of November and there was only a fortnight left before the Christmas holidays started. Ron began to feel his bad mood coming again. A month had passed since his fun with Lavender and they had been dating ever since. Though the sex was incredible, they did not really share much in common and Ron had started to lust after his true love; Hermione once more. ‘If...
Chapter 10 If anybody had happened to be passing by the 7th floor corridor, they would have heard a faint cry of joy emanate from within the stone wall itself, opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy attempting to train trolls for the ballet. The voice seemed to belong to Draco Malfoy. * Long rays of clear morning sunshine shone through the high narrow windows of the 6th year boy’s dormitory as Harry Potter awoke from a nice long lie-in. A yawning Harry stretched out his legs, as he...
She didn't want Alfred to know she has had sex, so until now, Harry was only allowed to fuck her ass. "By the way, Harry. My cousin is coming to our school as an exchange student and wants to meet you." "What's her name?" "His name is Ping, I'll introduce him to you after dinner, tonight!" "Oh, sure! I guess everyone wants to meet the boy who lived!" "It's not like that Harry. I have told him so much about you, he wants to meet my best "friend"." "Friend? Is that all you...
Ginny Weasley thought about it long and hard, and wondered what to get Harry for his birthday. What did you get for the man who had pretty much anything? For several weeks, Ginny thought about it, fished for suggestions and came up short.The answer to the question to what to get for the man who has everything is something extremely practical. The youngest Weasley smiled and waited for Harry to return home. In their bedroom, Ginny stored a surprise which would knock Harry's socks off. Along with...
Chapter 8 February had arrived and with it finally came some brighter weather as the first green buds began to appear on the trees again. A month had passed since Draco had completed the first part of his plan and all seemed to be going well. Draco however, had noticed that Luna had been acting very strangely for some time now, and sensed she may have been on the receiving end of a poorly cast obliviate spell. Curiosity got the better of Draco and with the aid of Crabbe and Goyle, they...