Chapter 32
It was the following day, and Harry sat between Hermione and Fleur at breakfast. The Great Hall was alive with chatter. No doubt everyone was eager to start their Sunday of fun. He had already eaten his fill of crispy bacon and fluffy scrambled eggs and was using the rest of his time at the table to casually caress Fleur's smooth, bare thigh. His fingertips grazed her hot skin, and he felt her shudder under his touch. She looked at him and smiled prettily, so he responded by moving his hand further up her thigh. His fingers drifted inward toward the mound covered by a thin, lacy fabric. The heat from Fleur's pussy was amazing, and he was just about to indulge himself when the morning post arrived.
Owls screeched as they flew in through the upper windows, circling the Great Hall while trying to locate the recipient of their letters and parcels. An owl landed in front of Harry, and after he removed the attached letter, he offered it a piece of bacon, which it gladly accepted. The owl quickly gobbled down its treat and took off. Harry ripped into the letter and wasn't surprised to see a letter from Molly Weasley. The only surprise was that it arrived the next day. He guessed it would take her no more than a week to get back to him. Harry guessed she was really excited about the modeling opportunity.
Dear, Harry
I have given thought to the job you offered, and I look forward to speaking with you again as soon as possible. I've talked it over with my husband, Arthur, and he agrees that it is a good opportunity to earn a bit of extra gold for the family. I hope to see you again soon so we can discuss it further.
Yours truly,
Molly
Harry couldn't help but chuckle. Yes, she was very excited about it.
"Who's it from?" he heard Hermione ask from beside him. He turned to her and showed her the letter.
"Ron's mother?" Hermione asked, confused, and Harry nodded. "What kind of job is she talking about?"
"I offered to let her model for me," Harry smirked as he folded the letter and stuffed it in his shirt pocket.
"I'm sure Ron is going to be thrilled with that," Hermione snorted in amusement. "I hope he doesn't do anything stupid. He's already a stone's throw away from getting expelled." Harry just shrugged.
"If he screws up again, that's on him. I'm just trying to be nice and cordial to help out the Weasley family," Harry told her with a cheeky smile on his face. Hermione shot him a look that indicated that she didn't believe a word of that.
"Sure you are, Harry," she said, rolling her eyes. Fleur giggled from his other side. "Anyway, when are you going to see her?"
"I was thinking I'd go today," he told her.
"But 'arry, we were going to spend the day in 'ogsmeade together," Fleur whined and hugged his arm, pushing his bicep between her pillowy tits. Harry smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Don't worry, we still will," he assured her. "We were going to leave at eleven and get some lunch in the village, so I'll leave early and be back by then. I'll meet you and Hermione at the Three Broomsticks at eleven as planned." Harry then checked his watch. "I'd better get going if I don't want to be late."
"Good. You should never keep a lady waiting," Fleur snootily told him, and then squealed loudly when he poked her in the ribs. Harry quickly left the Great Hall, gathered his equipment, and high-tailed it out of the castle grounds before apparating to the Burrow.
Red Light District
Harry walked up the worn path to the Burrow with the weak morning sun on his shoulders and the wind tousling his already-messy black hair. The Burrow looked as lopsided and mismatched as ever, but he couldn't help but feel happiness at the sight of it. It had always been his refuge from Privet Drive.
He paused at the paint-chipped front door with his camera bag slung across his chest and knocked politely. His eyes flicked to the shed where the brooms were stored, and then to the kitchen window, which was brightly lit. He then saw faint movement on the staircase landing inside. The glass window was cracked and a bit dirty, but it was clear enough to see a familiar blur of red hair.
A few seconds later, the door swung open. Molly Weasley stood before him with a surprised and excited look in her beautiful eyes. She wore a silk robe so thin it might have been a figment of his perverted imagination. It was pearly white, short enough to bare the full length of her impossibly smooth legs, and cinched at the waist in a way that made her breasts look even more enormous than usual. The fabric strained over her chest, and her mountainous cleavage glimmered in the morning sunlight. Down below, the robe clung to her wide hips and wasn't able to fully cover the entirety of her panties. The crotch of her panties hung below the hem, and Harry marveled at the way the tight material snugly hugged the shape of her fat pussy lips. All it took was being in her presence for a few seconds to cause his cock to salute her.
Harry smiled kindly and adjusted the front of his trousers. They were becoming too tight for comfort. "Good morning, Mrs. Weasley," he said, and let his eyes roam, slow and obvious.
Her heart-shaped face lit up with pleasure, a blush rising to her cheeks. "Harry, you came! I didn't expect … well, I only sent the letter last night!" She stepped forward, and her robe flapped open enough to tease him with a glimpse of her areola. The flap of her robe only stopped opening because it got caught against her hard nipple. She didn't seem to notice, or maybe she didn't care. "Come in, come in! And I told you to call me Molly, dear."
He stepped inside and accidentally brushed against her as he did. Her soft robe rubbed against his bare arm. She smelled like vanilla with just a hint of wet pussy. The camera bag bumped against his hip, and Harry resisted the urge to snap a picture right then and there.
The kitchen was as chaotic as ever. Pots were bubbling on the stove, a knife was evenly slicing a loaf of bread apart on the table, and half the chairs were askew. As soon as Molly entered, she began straightening them up. "Where's Ron?" Harry asked, stowing the camera bag on an empty chair.
Molly tutted and shook her head. "Still sleeping, lazy sod. He was up late doing god knows what." She leaned over the table, clearing a stack of plates, and the robe rode up until the swell of her ass peeked from beneath the hem. It was round and wonderfully pale. The g-string of her panties was buried deep between her plump, jiggly cheeks. Harry openly stared, not caring if he was caught. It wasn't like he wouldn't be seeing much more of her cock-hardening body. She set down the plates, then stretched even further to snag a teacup, and the neckline of her robe gaped open, displaying the inner curve of her breast.
He forced his gaze away just as she straightened, cup in hand. "Tea, Harry?"
"Thank you, Molly," he said, nodding with a pleasant smile. Molly smiled back and turned to the stove.
Molly busied herself at the kettle and then turned back to him. Her soft, thick body was incredible. She was soft and pillowy at her bust, tucked tight at the waist, then flaring into hips that would have made a lesser man blow his load straight into his trousers. The robe clung to her curves, the fabric so thin it did nothing to hide the small, pert dimples right above her ass.
"So … Molly … You said that your husband agreed to let you model?" Harry asked as he waited. Molly looked over her shoulder, her cheeks slightly pink.
"He did," she confirmed, nodding. "He was wary at first when he thought that I wanted to go back to work. When I explained that it was just a photoshoot, he was a little more receptive. When he heard that I'd be earning one hundred galleons for a day's work, well … let's just say he was a lot more receptive," she said with a smirk. Harry chuckled while tapping his fingers against the table. Harry didn't think Arthur would be as receptive if he knew what he had in store for his dear, sweet Mollywobbles.
"You did say it was one hundred galleons … right?" she asked, suddenly sounding unsure, like he was suddenly going to short-change her.
"One hundred galleons," Harry confirmed with a nod, putting her at ease. He reached into his bag and pulled out a piece of paper and a sack. He placed both of them on the table. "This is a standard contract, and this …" he said, lifting the sack and letting it drop back to the table. The heavy, coin-laden purse clanked loudly against the wood. "... is the gold," he finished.
Molly's eyes went wide at the sound of the heavy sack. She could just imagine how many gold coins it would take to make that loud a sound. She licked her lips greedily. She couldn't remember the last time they had one hundred galleons at any given time. They could do so much with that money, and who knows, maybe Harry would even have more work for her. It certainly beats staying at home all day, cooking and cleaning. "That's wonderful," she said, breathing a sigh of relief. She had worried that he wasn't serious when he made the offer, or that he would think it over and change his mind. That's why she was so quick to accept.
"I also brought my equipment," Harry told her, patting his bag. "So we can get started as soon as you sign the contract."
Molly laughed softly. It was more of a laugh to relieve the tension she had felt over the night as she waited and hoped he would quickly respond to her letter. She poured the tea and carried it back to the table. As she set it down, she leaned in close … far too close for mere hospitality … and her breast tumbled out of the robe. Her heavy tit hung there, slightly swinging right in front of his face.
Molly took it in stride, though her cheeks did blush pink. Still, she didn't rush to cover herself. Instead, she looked up at Harry, eyes wide and hoping he liked what he saw. He certainly seemed to. Harry was practically devouring her naked tit with his eyes. Her already hard nipple crinkled harder under his gaze, like it was getting ready to be sucked. Molly finished fixing his tea while Harry greedily stared at her swinging breast. Once done, she stuffed her tit back into its prison and got herself a cup of tea. She then joined Harry at the table where he pushed the contract to her.
"Mhmm … Mhmm … Yes … Everything looks good, Harry," she said, reading it over. It was pretty straightforward, and she wasn't a novice when it came to these types of contracts. She knew exactly what to look out for and what to avoid. His contract was standard, just as he indicated. Molly took a quill from him and scribbled her signature on it. With that done, Harry folded it up and placed it in his bag.
"Now, how about we finish our lovely tea and get to work?" Harry suggested, and Molly happily agreed.
Red Light District
Molly rose from her chair and wiped her nervous, sweaty hands on her robe, which had already betrayed her decency twice and looked eager to do so again. Harry finished his last sip of tea, tucked his camera bag beneath his arm, and followed her out of the kitchen and up the battered staircase.
The stairwell was barely wider than Molly's hips, which meant that Harry was treated to the sight of her ass swaying from step to step just inches from his face. The silk robe did little to hide the jiggle of her flesh, nor did it hide the smell of her damp pussy. At the landing, she paused to catch her breath before leading him to her bedroom door. She pushed it open and invited him in.
Inside, the room was only slightly messy. She obviously didn't think they would be doing this so soon. The bed was wide and covered with a thick, floral-printed blanket and mismatched pillows. A few clothes lay scattered on the floor or over a chair. It was nothing out of the ordinary. Family photographs were scattered here and there, and the carpet was soft and thick. Harry set his camera bag on the bed and did a slow turn, smiling at Molly as she fluttered about the room, trying to tidy in vain.
"Make yourself comfortable," she said, plucking a bra from the lampshade and tucking it hastily into a drawer. "I suppose I should have cleaned up before you came, but the letter … well, I was just so eager."
Harry eyed her body as she moved. "Don't worry, Molly. You didn't know I was coming so soon. Let me help you. There are some things I need to do to get the room ready."
The first thing Harry did was hide the family photos. He obviously didn't want those appearing in the pictures. He then removed the blanket and pillows from her bed and stowed them in the closet. From his magically expanded bag, Harry pulled out a thick, satin blanket the color of wine and a set of matching pillows. He made the bed and gave it a satisfied nod.
She smiled nervously and sat on the edge of the bed. The robe flared up, the white silk riding high on her thighs. For a moment, she fidgeted with the belt, then let her hands fall away, exposing the full length of her pale thighs and the narrow band of her panties underneath. They were red with a little bow at the front, and so tight they looked painted on. Harry could see the exact shape of her pussy.
Harry's cock twitched in his trousers. He cleared his throat and pulled the camera from his bag. I
"First things first," he said, trying to sound at least a little professional. "Can you place a Silencing Charm on the door? I always try to keep these things private," he explained. She stood and, with a flick of her wand, muttered the incantation. A shimmer rolled across the door like a soapy bubble. Molly turned back to him, cheeks flushed.
"Very good," Harry said, his voice steady as he checked the light. "Now, can I move a few things around for the best angle?" he asked, looking around the room.
"Oh, yes, of course," Molly said, leaping up and bustling over to help.
Together they pulled the curtains open, flooding the room with soft morning sun. Molly and Harry then moved the chair, side tables, and lamp out of the way. They moved around each other, bumping elbows and grazing shoulders as they arranged the room to the best of their ability. The air in the room was thick with anticipation. Every time Harry looked at her, Molly's cheeks pinkened, and her fingers twitched at the belt of her robe. She was eager to get started, and so was he. Finally, Harry stood at the foot of the bed, camera raised, and gave her the signal. "Whenever you're ready, Molly. Just take off your robe and do whatever feels natural."
She took a breath, straightened her posture, and in a single motion shrugged the robe from her shoulders. It slithered down her arms and pooled around her ankles, leaving her in only the red panties and nothing else. Her breasts were huge and impossibly perky, each capped with a blushing areola the size of a galleon. Her nipples were already stiff with arousal. Her stomach was soft, but not doughy. Her hips flared out, making her body seem extra fertile. Her legs were thick and pale, with a subtle dusting of freckles that faded as they approached the creamy inner thighs. The panties were so tight they looked like a second skin, and the outline of her swollen pussy lips was unmistakable.
Harry snapped a photo, then another. Molly's eyes fluttered at the attention, and she shifted her weight so that her breasts jiggled together. She then arched her back slightly, forcing them up and out.
"Beautiful," Harry said, not even bothering to hide the desire in his voice.
"You say that like you haven't seen a pair of tits before, dear," she said, making her tits shake from side to side.
"Not like those," he said, stepping closer, the camera lowered for a moment as he let his gaze wander. "Yours are special. The guys are going to go mental over these photos."
She cupped one in her hand and lifted it, squeezing so her nipple bulged between her fingers. "You're a flatterer, Harry. Arthur never says things like that. Not anymore, at least." Molly then licked her own nipple.
Harry raised the camera and caught the moment as she lifted both arms over her head, grabbing each elbow. Her tits dangling free. The posture made her breasts look even more massive, the pale curves broken only by the dusky pink of her nipples. "Maybe Mr. Weasley needs to have his glasses checked," Harry teased, snapping a burst of shots as she smiled with pleasure.
Molly leaned back, planted her feet wide, and stretched her arms over her head. The motion elongated her torso, pulled the panties tight against her mound, and made her nipples stand proud at attention. She looked like she was about to devour him. Harry had to admit, she was an excellent model. She hadn't missed a beat since her younger years. Harry kept the banter going, "So, Molly, did you ever do anything like this before? You're a natural."
She laughed, unabashed. "Sort of. I was never a real model. I used to work at Milkies. I was one of their top girls," she said with pride in her voice. It seemed that she missed the good old days. "But every so often they would take some promo shots of me and the other girls … you know, for flyers and posters and whatnot. I'm not going to lie, I really enjoyed having my pictures taken. It's a bit naughty, isn't it?" she giggled.
He snapped a close-up of her face. Her lips were parted, and her eyes were hooded with arousal. "There's nothing wrong with enjoying your work. I certainly do," Harry teased, taking a picture of her bouncing tits.
Molly arched her back and rolled her hips. The fabric of her panties slid into the crease between her lips, and a small, damp patch appeared at the front. She noticed him looking, and her confidence seemed to double. She reached down and hooked a finger under the waistband, teasing as if she might peel them down, but stopped. She gave him just a glance at her incredibly smooth mound.
"I suppose you're right about that. You should always take pride in anything you do," she wisely told him.
Molly then crawled onto the bed and spread her knees apart. She lowered her chest and lifted her ass. From side to side, she shook it, causing her fat cheeks to jiggle and clap. Harry smiled deviously and set the camera aside for a moment. He crawled onto the bed next to her, acting as if he was simply checking the lighting. The mattress dipped beneath their combined weight. The intimacy of having a man other than her husband in their bed was overwhelming to Molly. She quickly wondered if he was going to use the employer's privilege on her.
It was widely known by those who worked in the industry that the employers got to use their employees as much as they desired. It was a perk of the powerful. Everyone who worked in the industry accepted it. In fact, most of the girls even loved it. Back in her day, Molly was often brought home by the club owner. As such, she was awarded special privileges of her own, including higher pay, extra time off, and large bonuses on holidays. Molly used to love strutting around the club while the other girls stared jealously at her. She was the favorite, and every one of them knew it. Now, those old sensations were coming back. Her pussy tingled as Harry neared, and she was eager to be the favorite again.
He brushed her hair from her face, letting his fingers graze her ear. She shivered and leaned into him, her breasts pressing to his chest. "May I?" he asked, his voice soft and teasing.
"Of course, dear," Molly breathlessly stated, and Harry, with slow, deliberate care, took both her breasts in his hands and squeezed. They were warm, soft, and impossibly full. Her stiff, crinkled nipples dug into his palms. Molly closed her eyes and let out a little sigh, arching her back further to fill his hands.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him so tightly that her tits mashed against his face. Harry nuzzled her cleavage and then pressed a kiss to the upper curve of her breast. Molly made a pleased, hungry sound and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him tight.
They held there for a moment, their bodies pressed together while Harry licked and sucked on the delicate skin of her tits. Then Molly rolled him onto his back with surprising strength and straddled him, her tits swinging as she planted her hands on his chest. Harry could feel the heat of her pussy through her panties and his trousers. She ground against him, rubbing her clit over his cock, and leaned forward so her tits dangled just above his mouth. Molly suddenly felt like a young woman again. She instantly began having flashbacks to her time working at the club. She remembered how the men stared longingly at her bouncing tits as she danced and twirled. She remembered them handing over their hard-earned gold for one taste of her rock-hard nipple. It was a feeling she thought she would never get back … until now.
"Now, Harry …" she whispered, "... take another picture. I want to remember this feeling forever."
He reached behind him, grabbed the camera, and snapped a shot from below. Molly was wild-eyed and heavily aroused. Her tits filled the frame, and her panties were so wet they clung to her taut pussy lips. It was the perfect shot. They spent the next twenty minutes trying out different poses, each more scandalous than the last. Molly lay back on the sheets, knees spread, breasts jiggling as she arched her hips. She posed on her hands and knees, looking back at Harry with a wicked smile, her ass in the air. She even tried on a few of Ginny's old Hogwarts uniforms. Her body was absolutely spilling out everywhere on those particular shots. Once Harry had enough shots to choose from for the Chocolate Frog cards, he decided to get what he really paid for.
"Alright, Molly, let's get you out of those panties and really have some fun," he said with a smirk to the blushing woman. Molly pressed her legs together and lifted them up. She wanted him to take them off. He would do that and so much more, Harry wickedly thought as he crawled onto the bed.
Chapter 33
Molly's legs lifted straight up as she offered herself up. Her toes curled in anticipation, and Harry drank in the sight. Her shapely calves led to thick, smooth thighs that quivered in suspense. The cotton of her panties clung to the sexy curves of her hips, stretching taut and digging into her thick flesh. She lay there, holding her breath, her eyes fixed on him as if every second that passed only heightened her need.
He set the camera aside, careful not to drop and break it, and crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees. The mattress dipped with his weight, and Molly's legs tensed, the muscles bunching under her pale skin. His hands slid up her thighs, and his rough palms grazed the trembling flesh until his fingers hooked beneath the elastic waistband. He paused, letting the pads of his thumbs press into the soft flesh of her hips and feeling the heat rising from beneath the thin cloth.
Slowly, he began to peel her panties up her legs, inch by inch, until the waistband slipped over her full, round ass. The scent of her arousal hit him full in the face. It was sweet and musky and almost overpowering. Molly lowered her legs, and he tugged the fabric down, exposing the creamy skin beneath, and watched as her hairless mound emerged, her pale skin glistening in the low light. The panties clung stubbornly to her crotch, glued down by the wetness seeping through, and Harry's cock twitched as he saw the outline of her swollen lips pressing against the thin cotton.
Molly squirmed, and her hips rose off the bed as she helped him slide the panties down past her knees. The sodden material peeled away slowly, strings of slick arousal stretching between it and her glistening folds. Harry watched, mesmerized, as the panties finally came free and her pussy was entirely revealed to him. She spread her knees wide, heels planted on the bed, and offered her cunt. It was slick, swollen, and pink, and she allowed him to stare at it without a hint of shame.
Her lips gleamed with her own excitement, and the inner folds were like the petals of a flower. They were moist and trembling, and every tremor in her thighs made them part just a little bit more. Molly propped herself up on her elbows, looking down the length of her body, watching his reaction as he stared at her quivering pussy.
"You have a really sexy pussy, Molly," Harry told her, and Molly blushed, looking pleased.
"Thank you, Harry. I try my best to keep my body in good shape," she told him, flexing her pussy muscles for him.
"It shows," he said with a smirk.
Harry's heart thumped loudly in his chest, and his cock throbbed as he pushed her legs farther apart, spreading her wide open. Her clit peeked from beneath its hood, swollen and flushed, and a single bead of arousal rolled down from between her lips and onto the curve of her ass. He reached out and traced the slick line with his fingertip, collecting the moisture and bringing it to his mouth without breaking eye contact.
Molly shivered, biting her lower lip as he sucked her flavor from his finger. She let herself fall back, arms raised above her head, and arched her back in a silent invitation. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, the nipples pebbling as she waited for his next move. Harry's hand lingered between her thighs, his fingers toying with the damp entrance. He then circled her clit in slow, deliberate motion.
He couldn't look away from her pussy. It was perfect. The soft mound, the pouting lips, and the way her light pink inner lips peeked out when she flexed her hips made his cock strain with desire. He thought her body was a work of art. It was obscene and beautiful all at once. He wanted to taste her, to bury his face between her legs and drink her in until she begged for mercy.
He dropped to his elbows, his face level with her pussy, and blew a hot breath over her slick folds. Molly moaned and wrapped her legs around his shoulders. She pulled him forward until his lips were almost brushing her clit. She smelled like pure sexual desire, and he let the anticipation build until she was trembling beneath him.
He grinned, and his tongue flicked out to catch the bead of moisture clinging to her entrance. He felt her whole body seize and then relax as he finally gave her what she wanted. He licked her slowly at first, savoring the taste, then he increased his pace as Molly's hands twisted in his hair. She rolled her hips against his face, greedy for more, and Harry obliged, lapping at her folds and sucking her clit between his lips until she was gasping his name.
"Oh, god, yes!" Molly gasped, throwing her head back and arching her spine. Her big tits jiggled uncontrollably as her body trembled. "Please use me!" she begged.
He pulled back, his mouth and chin glistening with her fragrant juices. He propped himself up, grinning, and locked eyes with Molly. "Your pussy's incredible," he told her, his voice raw and full of desire. "And I really liked the way it squeezed my tongue." He let the compliment hang in the air before dipping his head to taste her again, licking the line of arousal that had dripped down her inner thigh. The sensation made her whimper.
Molly's hands found his scalp, and she dug her fingers in, holding him to her. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and desired in a way she hadn't since before she started working at Milkies. Her mind buzzed with disbelief and giddy pride at the way Harry devoured her, as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered. His tongue was relentless, pressing and swirling, and when he finally pulled away, his nostrils flared as he inhaled her scent. "Seriously, your pussy's almost as tight as Ginny's," he said, not just as a joke but as an honest, awed observation.
Molly trembled with uncontrolled lust. Harry slipped two fingers between her folds, sliding in with just the right amount of pressure. The sensation drew a gasp from her lips, and she watched his face as he started to fuck her, his knuckles flexing with every thrust. He knew what he was doing. Harry obviously had plenty of experience with women. Molly could see why Bella had chosen him as her assistant. He curled his fingers as he pumped, searching for the spot deep inside her that made her cry out. Molly arched her back and shuddered, her legs spasming around his head.
Harry's tongue never left her clit. He worked it in unison with his fingers, applying steady, rhythmic suction that drove her steadily toward an orgasm. Molly's moans rose in pitch, higher and higher until it was nearly a constant scream. Her pussy slurped around his fingers, and the wet, obscene noises blended with her breathless pleas.
He didn't let up, not even for a second. Molly could feel the orgasm building inside her. It was intense and inevitable, and she clamped down hard on his hand. Her muscles fluttered, and her hips jerked in time with the relentless thrust of his fingers. She had never been fucked like this … so hungrily, so professionally. It instantly brought her back to her Milkies days when her boss would fuck her for hours on end while his wife was none the wiser. She surrendered to it, letting her mind dissolve into a lust-filled haze.
Harry's tongue lashed at her clit, and she finally broke. She screamed out a sharp, animalistic sound that echoed through the room. Her body convulsed, and she saw stars. Her pussy clamped so hard on his fingers she thought she might snap them. She felt herself squirting, a gush of wetness spraying against his hand. Harry smirked madly and didn't stop until the aftershocks had left her limp and panting on the mattress.
When he finally withdrew his fingers, they made a soft, sucking noise. Molly saw how slick and shiny they were, coated in her juices. He brought them to his mouth and licked the juices from them. She felt a fresh wave of arousal at the sight. She let her knees shamelessly fall open, letting the cool air wash over her scorching pussy as she watched him, waiting to see what he'd do to her next.
Harry straightened up, looming over her. His hands went immediately to his shirt, peeling it off in one smooth motion. His chest was lean and hard, and his arms bulged as he stripped. Molly tried to say something sexy but ended up just staring. The words caught in her throat as she eyed his body up and down. The bedroom light caught the line of his collarbone, and her eyes trailed down the rest of his abdomen.
He undid his trousers, watching her the entire time. The material bunched at his thighs, then dropped to his ankles. His boxers did nothing to hide his erection. It strained the fabric and showed the thick outline of his cock in a way that made Molly's mouth water. She'd seen men naked before, but never like this. She'd obviously never had another man in the bed she shared with Arthur, but she supposed there was a first time for everything.
Harry hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slid them down, freeing his cock. It sprang out, flushed and fully hard. Molly's breath hitched at the sight of it. He was enormous. She knew it was going to be big, but not this big. He stroked himself absently, eyes glued to her pussy, which was still pulsing from the orgasm he'd given her.
Molly's face burned, but she didn't look away. She was transfixed by the sight of him and by the way he so casually stroked his cock while studying her nude body. Confidence radiated off him with every move. He crawled back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs, and Molly couldn't help but reach out to touch the head of his cock. It was hot and velvety, and she circled it with her fingers, giggling when Harry hissed with pleasure.
He let her explore his length, but only for a moment. Then he nudged her hand aside and lined himself up at her entrance. Molly's heart pounded in her chest. She wanted him inside her. She wanted it desperately, but the size of him was intimidating. She bit her lips and tried to steady her breathing as he pressed the head of his cock against her slick cunt.
Harry smirked, seeing her hesitation. He leaned forward, bracing himself on his elbows, and kissed her on the mouth. Molly tasted herself on his tongue, the tangy sweetness merging with the heat of his breath. He whispered in her ear, "You ready for me, Molly?" and she nodded, unable to do anything else.
He pushed forward, slowly, giving her time to adjust. The first inch stretched her open, and she gasped at the sensation. He carefully slid in deeper, and Molly felt herself being filled in a way that bordered on painful. Arthur wasn't even half his length or thickness. He stopped when she tensed, giving her a second to catch up, and stroked her hair with surprising tenderness. "You're doing amazing," he whispered while Molly caressed the skin of his sides.
She relaxed, and he pushed a little deeper. She could feel every vein, every ridge, and it felt so good she almost came again. Her pussy hugged his cock tightly and greedily, and Harry let out a ragged groan. He started to move with shallow thrusts at first, and then he gradually picked up speed as her body adapted. The friction was insane. She felt every slide and every throb, and it made her dizzy with need.
Molly wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer. She wanted all of him inside her. She needed as much as he could give, and Harry obliged. He fucked her slow and deep, grinding against her clit with every stroke. The bed creaked and rocked, the headboard tapping the wall in time with their bodies. Sweat beaded on Harry's brow, and Molly reached up to wipe it away, then pulled him down for another kiss.
He pistoned in and out of her, his rhythm growing more frantic as the pleasure increased. Molly couldn't stop moaning. Every thrust made her want to cum again, and she could feel herself building toward another orgasm. Harry's hands found her breasts, and he kneaded them, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. The added stimulation made her arch off the bed.
She felt herself clench around him, her pussy fluttering in time with his strokes. Harry gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, but she could feel him starting to lose control. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her womanly scent, and slammed into her with everything he had. The sensation was overwhelming, and Molly climaxed again, her cunt spasming around his shaft.
Harry groaned, and Molly felt his cock twitch right before he emptied himself inside her. The feeling of his cum flooding her set off another wave of orgasmic aftershocks, and she wrapped her arms around his back, clinging to him as her body spasmed.
They lay together, catching their breath, their bodies slick with sweat and sex juices. Harry eventually rolled off, but not before kissing her again, softer this time. Molly stared at the ceiling, dazed and deeply satisfied.
When she gathered the strength to look over at him, Harry was already watching her, his expression smug and tender all at once. For a moment, she felt like a young woman again … desired, beautiful, and powerful. It made her long for the days when she worked at the club and had every man there in the palm of her hand.
She propped herself up on her elbows and let her eyes move down his naked body, lingering on his still-hard cock. "Bloody hell, Harry," she said, catching her breath. "I didn't know you were hiding that in your trousers." She couldn't help but reach out and wrap her fingers around it. It was still slick with a thick coating of their combined fluids.
He grinned smugly. "I believe Ginny said the same thing," he teased, and Molly giggled. Harry reached over and squeezed her breast, and Molly sighed happily as his fingers brushed over her hard, crinkled nipples. "You know, Molly … I'd be happy to work with you again in the near future. Same rates, of course," he told her. Molly beamed with happiness. That was exactly what she wanted to hear.
"Of course, dear. Any time you need a model, I'll make myself available," she assured him before crawling between his open legs. Harry watched as she grabbed the base of his cock and jammed her face down on it, taking him all the way down his throat. She showed him why she was so popular in the club scene so long ago.
Red Light District
Once Harry had drained the last drop of Molly's arousal from between her trembling thighs, he swung out of the bed, humming an airy tune. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and as he dressed, he found himself grinning at the memory of the way Molly had shrieked and spasmed around his fingers. He liked leaving his women satisfied.
He yanked on his trousers, then his shirt, and finally wiped his hands on a towel. He collected his camera and equipment, giving the room a final once-over before slipping into the hallway. The rest of the Burrow was silent, except for the shuffle and squeak of his shoes on the old floorboards. He made his way down the staircase, feeling like a million galleons.
At the landing, he nearly collided with Ron. The younger Weasley looked like he'd just woken up. His hair was sticking out in all directions, and his eyes were bleary with exhaustion. He wore only a threadbare Chudley Cannons t-shirt and mismatched pajama bottoms. The sight of Harry with his shirt unbuttoned halfway and a camera bag slung over his shoulder made Ron blink twice before rage boiled to the surface.
Ron's mouth twisted into a snarl. His hands, which had been rubbing sleep from his eyes, curled into trembling fists. "What the hell are you doing back here?" he spat, planting his feet at the bottom of the stairs.
Harry considered the question for a moment, then flashed his most disarming smile. "I just finished a photoshoot with your mum. She was brilliant, by the way. Absolute legend. I think she's going to be the star of the new Chocolate Frog series. Imagine the look on the blokes' faces at Hogwarts when they get a collector's card with her on it."
He delivered the line with a wink. It was easy, almost lazy, the way he needled Ron. That's how it had always been between them since Harry had arrived in this new reality. Ron was always wound up and ready to fight, and Harry loved every minute of it.
The effect was instantaneous. Ron's cheeks, already flushed, darkened several shades further. Harry watched with amusement as the red crept up Ron's neck and settled in the tips of his ears. "You absolute tosser," Ron said, his voice raw. "You don't get to talk about my mum like that!"
"Why not?" Harry shot back, leaning against the banister with all the cocky nonchalance of a man who'd just shagged his enemy's mother. "It's not like she's embarrassed. In fact, she was quite professional. She's really coming into her own as a model."
Ron blanched, then went pale. Ron knew that Harry was being serious about the Chocolate Frogs. His mouth worked up and down, searching for something to say, but nothing came out except the faintest squeak of outrage. He looked like he wanted to hit Harry, or at least throw something at him. The only reason he didn't was because deep down, he was terrified of what Harry might do to him. He still hadn't forgotten when Harry had badly burned his face after failing to hit him with that curse.
"You son of a …" Ron started, voice climbing toward a yell.
That was when Molly appeared at the top of the staircase. She wore only a tissue-thin house robe tied loosely at the waist. Even from several steps away, Harry could see the dark outlines of her nipples and the curve of her hips. She held her chin high, but her cheeks were flushed and her hair was wild. She looked like a woman who'd been fucked senseless.
"Ronald Weasley!" she snapped. "You watch your mouth and apologize this instant!"
Ron spun on his heel. "You're taking his side? After what he just said?"
Molly's eyes blazed. She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "I heard exactly what he said …" Molly stated and turned to Harry. "And thank you for the kind words. It's nice to know that you appreciated my work," she said with a smile before turning back to Ron. "Now … apologize to Harry."
Ron gaped. "I'll never apologize to him! He's a …" He looked at Harry, who raised his eyebrows and offered a silent dare to finish the sentence.
Molly would have none of it. "Enough! If you're going to act immature, you can go outside and weed the orchard by hand. I'll not have that filthy attitude in my house." She poked a finger toward the door, her breasts bouncing with the force of her indignation.
For a moment, Ron just stood there. He wanted to punch Harry, scream at his mother, storm out, and slam every door on the way, but he was utterly powerless. Molly had spoken, and in the Weasley house, her word was law. He cast one last, murderous glare at Harry, then turned and stomped toward the back door. A few moments later, the back door slammed shut.
Molly exhaled, shoulders relaxing. She watched the closed door for a moment, then looked at Harry and shook her head. "That boy will be the death of me," she muttered.
Harry climbed down the last step and set his camera bag on the side table. "You handled him brilliantly," he said, admiring the way Molly's curves looked in her semi-transparent robe. "You really are a natural. I meant what I said. These photos are going to make you famous." Harry was really playing it up.
Molly's cheeks flushed again, this time with pleasure. She tried to lace the robe tighter, but Harry was already at her side. He placed his hands on her wide hips and squeezed. He kissed her deeply. Molly melted into him, her arms winding around his neck, and her body pressing up against his. For a heartbeat, it felt like the good old days again. Molly was confident, desired, and hungry for more.
When he finally broke the kiss, Molly was breathless and dreamy-eyed. She leaned against him, giggling, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. They lingered there in the hallway, the air thick with the scent of sex. After a few seconds, Molly straightened her robe and smoothed her hair with both hands. "You'd better go. Arthur will be back soon, and it wouldn't be right to let him see his wife being manhandled by another man," she giggled, though she made no move to step away from him.
Harry chuckled and picked up his camera bag. He headed toward the front door, pausing only to glance back and drink in the sight of her one last time. Molly lingered in the entryway, watching him with a smile that was equal parts warmth and mischief. Her robe had fallen open, revealing one naked tit. Only when the door clicked shut behind him did she finally turn and glide back upstairs, humming the same tune Harry had whistled. For the first time in years, she felt young again.
Harry strolled down the gravel path, the crisp morning air cooling the sweat on his brow. He checked the time. It was almost time to meet the girls in Hogsmeade, and he already knew what they would say if he showed up late. He was still chuckling when he Apparated away.
Chapter 34
Bellatrix sprawled on the bed, offering her body while the sheets bunched at her hips. Her knees were tucked by her ears, and her head tipped off the end, her hair trailing to the floor in black ribbons. Above her, Harry loomed, his hands planted on either side of her shoulders. He leaned in and enveloped her lips in a deep, wet, and possessive kiss. She whined into his mouth and twisted a fist in his hair.
He drove himself into her, inch by inch. Her body arched, hungry to swallow him whole. Bellatrix's pussy was hairless, pink, and as wet as the inside of a mouth. Every inch of her dripping twat was shamelessly exposed. Every girl in the room could see the raw stretch of her cunt, and the shiny shaft of Harry's cock getting coated in Bella's cream with each slow, relentless thrust.
Cho Chang sat in the front row, hands folded in her lap. Her legs bounced, and her eyes flicked from Bella's contorted face to the obscene sight between her thighs.
Pansy had kicked off her shoes and curled her toes in anticipation. She traced circles on her inner thigh with chipped black nails. Her pussy was tingling badly, and she couldn't stop herself from reaching between her slightly spread legs. Pansy shuddered and moaned softly when her fingers brushed against her hard, needy clit.
Even Hermione, who always sat up straight and stared dead ahead, let her mouth hang open. The seat of her chair was damp from the soaked crotch of her panties.
Parvati and Padma leaned together at their desk, whispering as they watched. Padma reached out and held Parvati's head. Both of them trembled as they watched Harry ravage Bellatrix's quivering pussy.
Bella broke the kiss, gasping. Her eyes rolled back, then snapped to Harry's face. "Harder," she panted, her voice raw and guttural. He obeyed instantly. He set a punishing rhythm, and his hips slammed against the upturned curve of her ass, making the whole bed shudder. The perverse squelch of each thrust filled the stone classroom, making the girls squirm in their seats.
Every time Harry bottomed out, Bella's puckered asshole winked. Cream dribbled down her crack and dripped onto the bed. Her thighs, pale and muscled, shook with the effort to keep from snapping shut. Harry leaned lower, his lips at Bella's ear. "You're putting on quite the show," he whispered.
She smiled and then shuddered when Harry hit a very pleasurable spot deep within her. "Isn't that the point?" she asked through a shaky breath.
His cock pistoned in and out, veins bulging. The girls could see the slick slide of his shaft and the way Bella's cunt gaped around him. She made a strangled noise, and her hands flew to grip Harry's biceps. Her nails left red trails on his skin. She was shaking all over.
Hermione shifted in her seat, as if she was about to volunteer for something. Katie Bell had a hand down her panties now, not bothering to hide it. She rocked her hips in time with the fucking on display.
"Look at them," Bella rasped, her voice barely more than a groan. "They have no control." Her hands cupped Harry's ass, kneading the muscle.
Harry drove in deeper, grunting with each stroke. He kissed her again, biting down on her bottom lip until she squealed. Her whole body convulsed, sweat shining on her forehead. The noise in the room had changed. Girls were breathing heavy, fingers were rustling under panties, and the occasional moan echoed off the stone walls. Every girl was staring now, their mouths slack and their cheeks red.
Bella clawed at Harry's shoulder and bit down softly. She whimpered against his skin. "Slow down," she begged. He ignored her and kept fucking her faster and rougher. The bedframe knocked against the stone wall. Bella's toes curled, and her calves locked around Harry's back. He pushed her knees further apart, exposing everything.
He was getting close. Every muscle in his body tensed, his jaw clenched, and the veins strained in his neck. Bella whimpered, "Please …" and Harry shoved in, bottoming out so hard that Bella's whole body arched off the bed. She cried out his name, her breath catching.
He unloaded inside her. The girls saw it all. They watched her pussy overflow, semen running out in thick, milky gushes. Bella's head thrashed, her arms flailing. Only when Harry stopped moving did she collapse, gasping for air. He pulled out with a wet pop. Bella stayed splayed, panting. She wiped her mouth and grinned.
"That's how you should handle your customers," Bella preached, wiping the sweat from her forehead. The girls nodded while some of them moaned.
Harry helped her upright. She scooted back and perched against the headboard, legs still spread, and her cunt leaking and raw. She pulled Harry between her legs, wrapping her arms around his bare chest. He let himself be cuddled. He could feel her rubbing her hard nipples against his sweaty back. Bella licked the sweat off his cheek and stroked his hair. "We're not done yet," she purred.
The girls leaned forward as one, hungry for the continued lesson. Bella snapped her fingers. "Miss Chang."
Cho's cheeks burned as every gaze in the room snapped to her. She stood, trembling a little, and made her way to the front. She was already mostly naked. Only the pink, lacy panties clung to her hips, barely covering anything. Bella gripped Harry's cock at the base and waggled it at Cho like a pointer. "Ready to demonstrate your oral technique?"
Cho nodded, her eyes glued to the glistening shaft, still wet with Bella's juices. She shimmied her panties down, exposing a smooth, bare mound. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Her breasts were perky, perfect, capped with hard brown nipples that stood at attention. She crawled onto the bed, keeping her head low, and scooted between Harry's spread thighs. Her hands found his thighs, and then she inched closer to his cock. She hesitated for a second.
Bella placed her fingers underneath Cho's chin and tilted her head up. "Don't be shy, Miss Chang. If you wish to be a top earner, you need to prove you're capable."
Cho bit her lip and bent forward. Her lips parted. She licked a bead of cum off the head, then lapped at the shaft, her tongue flat and eager. She closed her mouth around the tip and bobbed her head, making obscene slurping noises.
"That's it," Bella purred. "Be a good whore and clean my mess."
Cho made a muffled noise of submission. She sucked harder, working her lips all the way down until her nose mashed against Harry's skin. Her hair fanned around her face, glossy and black. The girls in the audience watched in silence, save for soft whimpers and the shuffling of hands under desks.
Bella played with Harry's stomach, letting her soft fingers glide along his hot skin. Her eyes never left Cho's bobbing head. "I want it sparkling clean," she said, her voice lazy with satisfaction.
Cho moaned, her throat vibrating around Harry's cock. She sucked greedily, using both hands to stroke what her mouth couldn't reach. Harry reclined in Bella's lap, his head lolled back, and his eyes fluttered. He raked his fingers through Cho's hair and held her steady as she bobbed up and down. Cho tried everything … the twisting suck, the tongue swirl, the deep throat … but Harry didn't cum. There wasn't even a twitch.
Bella rolled her eyes and tapped Cho on the forehead. "That's enough. Back to your seat."
Cho pulled off, coughing a little. Her lips were swollen and shiny. She wiped her mouth and slunk back to her desk, red-faced. Bella rummaged in the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a fat bottle of lube. She popped the cap, squirted a thick line down Harry's cock, and worked it in with both hands. The whole class watched with rapt attention. Harry moaned, his hips twitching.
Bella smiled wickedly at the girls. "Miss Johnson," Bella purred, "You're up. Try not to disappoint me."
Angelina stood, completely naked except for a ring of gold around her wrist. Her body was incredible. She had wide hips and perky breasts that were round and soft, and they were capped with rich brown nipples. Her abs flexed as she walked, hips swinging. A faint strip of dark hair ran between her legs. She made her way to the bed and mounted it in a single, fluid motion, like climbing a broomstick. She knelt next to Harry and glanced over her shoulder, waiting for instructions.
"Turn around," Bella said, waving a lazy hand. "I want to see you fuck him with your ass. You do all the work."
Angelina nodded, not breaking eye contact with Bella. She straddled Harry's lap, back to him, and presented her ass. It was jutting and jiggly, and the cleft was deep and inviting. Bella took the bottle of lube and drizzled it over the curve of her ass. She massaged it into her crack, spreading Angelina's cheeks and exposing the tight star of her asshole. Harry stared, mesmerized. He reached to steady Angelina's hips.
Bella gripped Harry's cock and lined it up. "Ready?" she asked. Angelina didn't answer. She braced herself, bit her lip, and started to lower. Bella held the head of the cock against her tight, puckering hole. Angelina pressed back, her face twisting in concentration. The tip dimpled the surface, then popped in with a wet suction sound. Angelina gasped, her body tensing.
"Go on," Bella commanded. "Show us what you've got."
Angelina did not want to lose her composure or her dignity … not in front of that bitch Pansy, not in front of their professor, and least of all not with Harry's cock buried in her ass while the rest of the girls watched on. She breathed slow, shallow breaths, so that her chest barely moved. The first inch or two went in easily enough. She could hear the soft gasps and the jealous mewling of the others, and she could feel the heat of Harry's hands braced around her hips, trembling a little, as if he could feel the tension through her skin.
She eased down, letting each new depth settle before daring another fraction. The head of Harry's cock had already forced her open so wide she felt like she was about to split in two. She bit her lip, riding out the pleasant sting while being grateful for the obscene slipperiness of the lube soaking her insides. Every inch felt like a foot.
Bella hovered at her left side, one hand stroking Harry's thigh while the other guided Angelina's hips downwards. Bella held her steady as her body began to tremble. The most embarrassing thing was how much her body responded. Her pussy was soaked, her clit throbbed, and her nipples were so stiff she could've cut glass with them. It was humiliating, how much she wanted it.
She could feel the eyes of every girl on her. Cho had her legs spread, her gaze hungry and jealous. Both Padma and Parvati were biting their knuckles and breathing heavily. That cunt Pansy watched on with half-lidded eyes, her own hand buried between her thighs, working like a metronome. Hermione watched too. Her lips were tight, her hands clasped in her lap, and her forehead beaded with sweat.
When Angelina reached the base, she held herself there, refusing to breathe. Sweat trickled down her back and across the curve of her ass. She looked over her shoulder and saw Harry's face. His eyes were twinkling, his lips were pulled into a cheeky grin, and he had the kind of dumbstruck expression that made her want to either smack him or kiss him. Behind Harry, Bella gave her a lazy smile. "Bottomed out, did you?" she murmured, dragging her nails down Harry's inner thigh. Harry groaned, shivering.
Angelina's ass felt impossibly full, but there was a relief to it as well. Now that she was fully impaled, she could focus on the next task … motion. She braced herself, hands flat on the mattress, and started to rock her hips. She rolled her hips in tiny circles, as if testing her range of motion. At first, it felt like nothing moved, as if her body was locked around Harry's cock. However, as time passed, the muscles loosened and she could move. She moved half an inch up, then a quarter down. She did this again and again, until she built a rhythm. Her breath became a ragged series of shallow, lustful pants.
She risked a glance at the girls. Hermione had widened her legs, and Angelina could see her wet panties clinging to the shape of her taut pussy lips. Cho's fingers moved with frantic speed over her clit, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide in fascination. Pansy was leaking all over the seat of her chair. Her pussy was wet enough to glisten in the soft lights, but she pretended not to care. Parvati and Padma were both arching their backs and breathing hard, a finger or two buried inside themselves.
Angelina wanted to moan. She wanted to cry out in pleasure, but she knew Bellatrix would be none too pleased with her if she did. She didn't know how long she could hang on.
Bella's voice rang out from just above her ear. "Go on. Grind on it. Show him what that ass can do."
She started to move up and down. Harry grunted each time she bottomed out, his hands digging hard into her hips. She could feel the thickness of the cock inside her and the ridge of the head. It was a miracle she didn't cum on the spot.
Bella let go of Harry's thigh and reached between Angelina's legs. Two fingers pressed flat against her swollen, needy clit. She rubbed it with slow, lazy circles, rolling the hood back and forth while keeping the sensation at the front of Angelina's skull.
"Don't you dare cum," Bella said, loud enough for the class to hear. "Not until I say."
Angelina nodded, her jaw clenched as she fought to keep her hips moving. Sweat dripped off the tip of her nose. Her thighs trembled so hard her knees nearly buckled. Harry pumped up into her, keeping pace, but never taking control. He was lost in the sensation. She could see it in the way his head lolled and the way his eyes rolled.
The perverse sound of skin on skin echoed in the cavernous room, punctuated by gasps and squeals from the audience. The rhythm grew faster and more frantic. Bella's fingers sped up, rubbing Angelina's clit in tighter, faster circles. Harry's groans deepened, and Angelina could tell that he was close. Angelina could feel it, and she could feel her own orgasm building. The hot, tight coil in her belly was becoming impossible to hold back.
Angelina whimpered desperately, but did as she was ordered. She focused on the pleasant ache, the stretch of her skin, and the wonderful heat of Harry's cock. She kept grinding harder and faster. Everything narrowed to the wet slap of flesh and the unbearable need for release as her pussy dribbled all over his balls. Angelina whimpered again, but this time, she couldn't hold back. Her whimper turned into a loud, whorish moan as her back arched violently.
Angelina came so hard she saw white. Her pussy clenched empty air, her entire body bucked, and she collapsed forward, her ass still firmly gripping Harry's magnificent cock. Her orgasm shot out in a jet, splattering the sheets and Harry's thighs, and she lay there, gasping, shaking, and unable to move.
She heard Bella's mocking laugh and the jealous, awe-struck murmur from the class. Even Hermione had both hands between her legs, shuddering through a silent climax.
Angelina's mind floated for a long, empty, and blissful moment before she looked down between her legs. The mess was epic. Her thighs were sticky, her ass still twitching, and the sheets beneath her looked to have been soaked through.
Bella sighed, unimpressed. "That was truly a pathetic showing," she said. "Back to your seat, Miss Johnson."
Angelina peeled herself off his cock as her pussy continued to squirt. She didn't make eye contact with the class as she staggered back to her desk, still twitching. The room was silent except for heavy breathing and the sounds of fingers sliding along damp flesh. Bella looked at the clock. "We have time for one more," she said, her voice sharp.
Bella's voice snapped the silence. "Miss Granger. Show us how it's done."
Hermione stood and tugged her panties down, letting them slide to the floor. Her pussy was flushed and glistening, and her labia plump and ready. She kicked the garment aside and marched to the bed.
She climbed onto Harry's lap, facing him, then reached down to line up his cock. She gave Harry a pleading look. It was obvious she wanted to impress Bellatrix.
"Would you kindly make Mr. Potter cum?" Bella said, voice teasing but with an edge. "I want to see if anyone here can follow instructions."
Hermione flushed pink, then sank down onto Harry, taking him all the way in a single motion. Her wet pussy squelched loudly. "Yes, Professor," she said dutifully. Her walls clamped around his cock, instantly milking him.
Harry gasped, his head tipped back. Hermione grabbed the back of his neck, pulled his face to her tits, and shoved a nipple into his mouth.
"Suck," she begged. Harry greedily obeyed, his tongue swirling around the sensitive, crinkled flesh.
Hermione rolled her hips, slowly building a steady rhythm. Her breath was measured, and her eyes flicked to Bella, who watched with hungry approval.
The audience watched, too. Cho's hand was buried between her legs, moving frantically. Pansy had gone slack, fingers limp, and her mind dazed. Padma and Parvati had their arms around each other's waists, squeezing tight. Bella leaned in and pinched Hermione's other nipple, adding to the stimulation.
"Faster," Bella said. "He's close. Don't lose it."
Hermione increased her tempo, slamming down with sharp, precise bounces. She was a machine. Harry caressed her wide hips and flat belly while her healthy tits bounced in his face. Sweat glistened on her forehead and her thighs. Harry moaned, his hands gripping Hermione's ass. His cock throbbed inside her, ready to explode.
Hermione held his head to her chest, gasping as the orgasm built. She worked her muscles, squeezing and pulsing, milking him for all he was worth. At the last moment, she clenched down hard and let out a sharp, high-pitched squeak. Harry came, flooding her pussy. The girls watched wide-eyed as Hermione's white cream leaked down the shaft and onto his balls.
Hermione's face was filled with pure joy. She bounced a few more times, milking out the last drops. Then she let herself go, crying out as her own orgasm ripped through her. Her whole body shuddered, and she collapsed onto Harry's chest.
Bella clapped slowly. "Excellent job, Miss Granger. Extra credit for you."
Hermione beamed, pride radiating off her in waves. She didn't move from Harry's lap. Instead, she stroked his hair and let him nuzzle at her breast, like a reward for good behavior. Bella surveyed the room, satisfied. "Consider today's lesson complete. Any questions?"
Nobody spoke.
"Good." Bella grinned, reclining on the ruined bed, her legs splayed. "See you all next week."