Harry's Perfect Summer (Ch. 15 - Nothing Beats Experience)

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Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter has defeated Voldemort and is exploring life after Hogwarts. All characters featured in this story are 18+, and none of them are related.

"Harry? Is that you? I heard some noises from here, and I was wondering if everythi—Oh!"

It was Emma. Harry's heart skipped a beat as he turned to face her, his mind suddenly snapping back to reality.

She was wearing a tiny skirt, one that looked more like a belt than anything else. Harry could see her bare pussy peaking out from beneath the skirt's lower edge, glistening in the light, a hint of her wetness running down her inner thigh. Her top was a red, lingerie bra with a cut-out for her breasts, the article of 'clothing' likely more for the sake of propriety than for actual coverage. The bra merely pushed her tits up, presenting them on a platter for his viewing pleasure. And her legs, oh, her legs; they were divine. She was wearing a pair of red, high heels that made her legs look even longer and more slender, her toes painted in a matching shade.

Harry's cock twitched at the sight, his mind still in a daze from his recent conquest. These girls were dressing sluttier by the day.

"This is not what it looks like," Harry tried, the only excuse that came to his horny mind.

But he knew it was no use. There he stood, buck naked, his cock hard and coated in his lover's juices, with said lover's ass sticking up from under the sofa, her pussy still leaking his cum.

Emma chuckled. "Ooh, I think this is exactly what it looks like," she purred, her eyes twinkling with amusement and desire as she stepped closer, her hips swaying with each step.

Harry couldn't help but stare. Emma was a sight for sore eyes, her body a feast for the senses. Her full, round tits were a perfect handful, the nipples pebbled and begging to be touched. Her waist curved inward, her stomach flat and toned, leading down to a pair of wide, childbearing hips. And her ass, her glorious, heart-shaped ass, so firm and plump, begging to be squeezed.

Memories of fucking her on his broomstick came flooding back, making his cock twitch in anticipation. He couldn't wait to bury it in her once more.

Emma smirked, her gaze flicking down to his still-erect cock, a playful grin lighting up her face. "Looks like I missed quite the show," she pouted, disappointed.

"It was amazing!" Daphne agreed, climbing to her feet with her wand in hand, her pussy still leaking Harry's cum down her legs. Harry had been too busy staring at Emma to notice Daphne's escape, but she had clearly not been as stuck under the sofa as she had let on.

"I can imagine," Emma chuckled, her eyes tracing over Harry's form, taking in every inch of his naked body; from his broad shoulders and toned chest to his ripped abs and long, muscled legs. But the real show-stopper was his cock, the thick, long, and veiny member standing proudly in all its glory, dripping with his and Daphne's combined juices, throbbing with desire in her direction.

"You've had him in you, haven't you?" Daphne suddenly asked, her eyes flicking between Harry and Emma as if reading her thoughts, a knowing grin lighting up her face.

"What?" Emma blushed, her eyes flicking to Daphne's face, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment at being caught. "No, of course not, I'm a married woman! I would never—"

"Liar," Daphne accused, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she interrupted Emma's protest. "Deep down you're little more than a slut, just like the rest of us, Emma; always hungry for a big, fat cock to fill you up and leave you begging for more."

Harry couldn't help but agree with Daphne's assessment. Emma was a slut, through and through, a woman who craved cock in every hole, and Harry was more than happy to oblige.

"Fine," Emma pouted, rolling her eyes in defeat. "Yes, I've had his fantastic cock spearing my tight cunt before, okay? Satisfied?"

Daphne smirked, her eyes taking on a playful glint. It was amazing how she always turned any situation to her advantage. And even the mature and very experienced Emma wasn't safe from her teasing ways.

"So, you've had a taste of Harry's big cock, have you?" she asked, circling the other woman, her eyes tracing over Emma's body, taking in the curve of her breasts and the flare of her hips. She stopped behind her, her eyes locking with Harry's from over Emma's shoulder.

"Tell us, Harry," Daphne purred, her voice a sultry whisper as she spoke. "How does Emma's cunt compare to mine? Is she just as tight and hot as I am? Does she grip your cock just as hard and squeeze it just as right as I do?"

Harry couldn't help but laugh. Daphne was just as insatiable as she was shameless, a true slut and a vixen to the bone. He couldn't wait to see the two of them together.

"Emma, I don't think Harry remembers what your dripping pussy feels like," Daphne teased, her hands tracing over the woman's body from behind, her fingers dipping below the waistband of her tiny, belt-like skirt, to play with the lips of her wet cunt.

"Maybe it's time for a little reminder?"

Emma's breath caught in her throat as she felt Daphne's hands on her, her fingers tracing over the lips of her wet pussy, her touch sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Mmm, I think you're right, Daphne," Emma agreed, her voice trembling in anticipation.

And before Harry could respond to the naughty scheme of the horny women, Emma had taken a step forwards, her hands pushing against his chest, guiding him backwards until the back of his knees hit the sofa. She pushed him down, her hands on his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles.

Harry didn't resist. He didn't want to resist. Instead, he let himself fall back onto the sofa, his cock slapping against his stomach as he landed. He was in for the ride of his life, and there was nothing that would stop him from enjoying every second of it.

"I think you should get reacquainted with my married pussy, Harry," Emma purred, her eyes blazing with desire as she climbed onto the sofa, straddling his lap. "We don't want you to forget what real experience feels like, now, do we?"

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at her words. Despite the reluctance of a married woman, Emma was just as bold and brash as Daphne, a true slut who would stop at nothing to get her fill of cock.

Emma lowered herself onto his lap, her pussy pressing against his throbbing cock. Harry groaned in pleasure as he felt her warm, wet lips press against his shaft, her pussy lips parting to swallow the tip of his manhood inside her.

"Fuck, you're so wet, Emma," Harry groaned, his hands finding her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

"That's because I've been thinking about this all day, Harry," Emma gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she sank down onto his shaft, taking him in all the way to the hilt. She groaned in pleasure as she felt him fill her, her pussy stretching to accommodate the thick, long cock.

Harry had forgotten just how tight Emma's pussy could get, the pressure of her grip intense and just right. It was easy to see why she was a veteran slut, her body built for cock and sex. And he hadn't even started thrusting in her yet.

"Judging by the way your cock is twitching inside me, I would say you've missed me just as much as I've missed you," Emma moaned, her lips curving into a mischievous grin as she arched her back, her tits thrusting out towards his face.

"You have no idea," Harry groaned, his hands roaming over her curves. His cock twitched inside her, eager to get back to what it was built to do; breeding tight, wet pussies.

Emma groaned as she felt his cock shift inside her, her muscles gripping him hard, refusing to let him go.

"I can't believe I went this long without it," she moaned, leaning forward, her hands on Harry's shoulders for balance as she began to rise from his lap, her pussy lifting from his cock, his shaft emerging from her depths inch by inch.

Harry gasped as he felt her muscles ripple over his length, her body spasming, contracting as she slid off his shaft, leaving only the very tip of him inside her.

"You're such a slut, Emma," Harry growled, unable to keep the awe out of his voice. "It was just yesterday I fucked you senseless and yet you're already begging for another go! You can't get enough, can you?"

Emma moaned, her head thrown back in pleasure as she felt Harry's words wash over her, a reminder of what she was and why they were there. "You have no idea, Harry," she gasped, using his words against him as she slammed back down onto his cock, impaling her snatch with his rock-hard shaft.

She moaned loudly as she took him all the way to the hilt, her hips pressed against his, her ass smacking against his balls. The sound echoed through the room, filling their ears with the juicy sounds of their sex.

"Get on with it," Daphne commented from her spot beside them, her own hand down between her legs, fingers rubbing lazy circles over her swollen slit. "Why aren't you fucking her like you mean it, Harry? Get your horny hands on her curvy hips and pound that pussy with every inch of that big, fat cock of yours, damn it!"

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at Daphne's antics. She always knew just how to get him in the mood.

"You heard the lady, Harry," Emma whined, her nails digging into Harry's chest as she rose from his lap once more, her pussy almost free from his shaft. "Let's give Daphne a show, shall we?"

And then, as if on cue, she plunged her pussy back down on top of Harry, his shaft thrusting deep into her depths, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body as his manhood parted her folds and reentered her depths.

Harry groaned as he felt her pussy clamp around his shaft, her muscles gripping and milking him, her wetness coating every inch of his cock as she sank deeper inside her.

"Merlin, Emma, you're still so fucking tight!" Harry growled, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft, creamy flesh.

"Only the best for you, Harry," Emma purred, her hips rising and falling as she began to ride him in earnest, her body bucking and jerking as she fucked herself on his shaft.

She was a woman possessed, her body moving with a frantic urgency as she took him inside her, her pussy rippling around his shaft, her muscles contracting and releasing, milking him for all he was worth.

Harry couldn't believe it. He had been teased and tormented all summer long, his eyes feasting on displays of feminine flesh his body craved, but never got the pleasure to touch until now. But over the last couple of days, he had finally been given the chance to appreciate every inch of the women around him; feasting on the best meals of his life, his lusty tastebuds satisfied like never before.

And if there was one thing he had come to realise over the past few days, it was that these horny ladies were in fact nothing but shameless little cock-whores, the kind of women who would walk around naked just hoping he would stick his fat cock inside their wet, sticky pussies and fuck them to his heart's content; as long as he stretched them out and left them leaking, their pussies stuffed and their holes gaping and overused.

It was a beautiful discovery and, as he watched his cock shuttle into Emma's married cunt time after time, he wondered if nothing could ever quite compete with the kind of sluttiness these whores were capable of.

Lost in his own thoughts, he dug his fingers into Emma's soft, round hips and began to thrust up into her from below, driving every last inch of his hard, veiny cock deep into her snatch with a pace that should have been impossible for any mortal man.

But Harry wasn't like any ordinary men. He had had many monikers over the years. The-Boy-Who-Lived, The-Golden-Boy, The-Man-Who-Conquered... But over the past couple of days, there had been one name that seemed more fitting than any other; The-Chosen-One, chosen not by any higher power, but by the horny, insatiable, insufferable whores he had surrounded himself with, who just couldn't get enough of his big, fat cock.

"Unh! Uhh! Unnngh!" Emma grunted in pleasure as Harry's cock invaded her depths, the head of his manhood bumping up against her cervix with every powerful thrust of his hips. She felt herself falling into a stupor as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her, the sensations flooding her mind and body.

Harry could feel her breasts bouncing in his face, the soft, pillowy globes slapping against his cheeks as she rode him, her nipples hard and begging to be sucked.

Unable to resist, he leaned forward, his mouth finding one of her nipples, his tongue circling the hardened bud as he sucked it into his mouth.

"Aaaah!" Emma howled, her head falling back, a silent scream of pleasure escaping her lips as she felt his mouth on her, her body writhing in his arms, her pussy spasming around his cock as he sucked on her tits and fucked her from below, their bodies moving in unison.

"I'm close! Fuck, Harry! I'm so fucking close!" Emma panted, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her body trembling as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses.

"Then cum!" he roared, thrusting up into her with one final, powerful stroke, his cock bottoming out in her pussy just as she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure.

Emma's pussy spasmed in ecstasy around his cock, her muscles clenching, her inner walls rippling in release. Her back bowed, the pleasure rolling off her body in wave after wave as it crested to the heights of orgasm.

And with one last cry of ecstasy, she came all over Harry's big, fat, virile cock, her pussy spasming around his shaft in tight pulses as she left him covered in her sweet, sticky, female emissions.

Harry grunted in pleasure as he felt her pussy milking him, the sensations of her climax rippling along his cock as her muscles pulled at his manhood.

He groaned as he felt his balls churn, the cum in them gathering force, building up and up, ready to unleash.

"I'm not done with you yet," Harry grunted, his hips slapping against Emma's luscious ass as he continued to drive in and out of her, the thrusting motions of his cock fucking the sweet cunt of his most recent conquest.

"Harry," Emma gasped, her mind addled from pleasure, unable to form a proper response. Her hips jerking and bucking as her own orgasm exploded out from between her legs.

"Your married cunt deserves a big orgasm before I let you go," he said through gritted teeth, his cock growing harder, his balls preparing their final offering for the slut on his lap.

"Ooooh!" Emma cried out, her muscles squeezing and spasming as the first strand of his white, hot seed blasted from his cockhead and into her womb.

Emma bucked wildly on top of Harry, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt his first blast fill her deep up inside.

"TAKE MY SPERM, YOU WHORE" Harry shouted out, his hips bucking forward once more as he spent every last drop of his seed into the waiting depths of her hungry, married pussy.

With a series of animalistic grunts, Harry's cum blasted into Emma's eager snatch, filling her up to capacity and then some, until it spilled out of her lips in long, gurgling streams.

Harry felt her pussy spasm with the last of his seed, her cunt massaging the jizz, pulling every last drop from his testicles.

"Morgana," Daphne gasped, her pussy still wet from her own dose of his seed and prior orgasm as she leaned against the sofa, her face a mess of sated pleasure and glee. "I think I'm getting wet all over again."

And Harry couldn't help but laugh. These women were shameless, shameless to the very last second.

But for now, he needed a breath of fresh air. He wanted to stretch, to let his dick get a nice break in the hot summer weather. After all, if the ladies were all flashing their pussies, why couldn't he flash his manhood?

Slipping out from under Emma's exhausted body, he stood and made his way towards the open balcony doors, his shorts left behind, his hard, never-softening cock swaying with each step he made.

Stepping onto the balcony, he took a deep breath of air, inhaling the scents of the summer breeze.

"There you are, Harry. I've been looking for you," Iris said from behind, the sound of her voice making his cock twitch in delight.

Harry turned to face her, unable to believe the sight he was seeing. She was standing there, barely dressed, her full, round tits bared for his hungry gaze, her pink nipples hardening in his presence. Usually, that would have been plenty to make his cock awaken. And yet, that wasn't even what caught his attention.

It was her skirt. Her skirt was barely more than a scrap of fabric, hiked up high on her waist to reveal every inch of her perfect, hairless slit; the lips of her wet pussy practically dripping, her glistening sex exposed for his viewing pleasure.

Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter has defeated Voldemort and is exploring life after Hogwarts. All characters featured in this story are 18+, and none of them are related.