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Minutes passed. When Fleur finally opened her eyes, she saw that her mother was sitting up on the bed, Harry standing in front of her with his cock in Apolline's mouth.

Fleur scrambled closer and grabbed Harry's dangling balls. Pulling her mouth off Harry's cock, Apolline smiled at Fleur. "Suck him off, darling," she said. "I want ze Chosen One coming in your mouth. Go ahead, you’re not married yet, do it!"

A shiver of anticipation rushing up her spine, Fleur looked up at Harry.

"Would you like that?"

"I think you’re the one he would like it," he said, almost mockingly ‘humble’.

Fleur put her hand on his meaty cock. She squeezed the shaft until his cockhead swelled out like a large, reddish-purple plum. She stroked the loose skin up and down, her eyes on the fluid seeping from the slit. The thought of tasting him, drinking his delicious jism, washed away whatever inhibitions she might have had about it. She extended her tongue to lick the precum from his cockhead.

Harry's thighs quivered as she polished the head of his cock with her tongue. He groaned when she closed her mouth over his glans and sucked on them lovingly. Her tongue swirled over the throbbing cockhead, rasping the tight skin.

Fleur shuddered with pleasure. His cock felt marvelous in her mouth—a warm, filling mass of Chosen One cock. She could feel the jism leaking out of the tip onto her tongue. She sucked it in until she had the spongy knob pressing at the back of her throat. When she pulled back, she let her saliva dribble down the shaft. She bobbed her head up and down, the ring of her lips stretched over the fleshy pole.

Harry's hips lurched as he gently fucked the daughter's face, knowing she wasn’t so experienced as to take it the way her mother had. Still, the view of his cock moving in and out of her mouth was bewitching. He could tell it was the first time she had taken such a big prick. He hoped for Fleur’s sake that Bill just didn’t believe in fooling around before the wedding…

Pulling back so that only the fat, fleshy cockhead remained in her mouth, Fleur grasped his shaft and began to jerk it. She wanted his cream, she wanted his hot jism spurting into her mouth. Harry groaned at the feel of her tongue lapping his cockhead while her hand pumped his turgid shaft.

When Fleur felt the first stiffening of the tube on the underside of his cock, she knew he was about to come. Suddenly, there was the first warm gush of his cum into her mouth. Quivering jets poured from his cock, filling her mouth and sliding down her throat. She savored the delicious smell and flavor of it. She swallowed as slowly as possible, rolling his cum with her tongue, sucking stream after stream of it, pulling at his thick pillar and milking his bloated balls.

Her hand pumping and squeezing, she coaxed the last of his cream into her sucking mouth, and then she sat back to lick the sticky remnants of his jizz from her lips.

"Oh, Merlin’s beard!" Harry groaned.

Fleur smiled. "I've been dreaming for years about doing that," she said. "We've certainly thanked you for saving my sister, have we not?"

“But perhaps you should also thank me for the big load I dumped down your mother’s throat. It seemed like she was starving for it.”

Fleur giggled along with Apolline. “I think you English are not so very repressed after all!”

Harry pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Around you, how can we be?”

“And how,” Apolline asked, “can I not thank you for letting my daughter practice her wifely duties upon you?”

“I think Fleur deserves the thanks,” Harry said, “if she hadn’t jerked me off, I don’t think I’d ever have been hard enough to fuck that tight throat of yours.”

“It was your idea, M’sieur ‘arry,” Fleur reminded him. “But p’rhaps we should stop giving credit and start receiving it, n’est ce pas? Unless poor ‘arry is too tired?”

“Not for you, Apolline, to show me how to perform a few husbandly duties. If Fleur would be so kind…?”

Apolline put her arm around Fleur and kissed her cheek. "You really want me to suck my little girl’s pussy for you?"

"Yeah," Harry said. "That's exactly what I want."

Apolline had something special in mind. She whispered in Fleur's ear, and Fleur giggled. The blonde knelt on the bed with her head down and her ass in the air. Pulling over a chair, Apolline sat down directly behind Fleur's ass.

"Jesus Christ!" Harry muttered. He sat down to watch, his cock twitching with anticipation of the excitement to come. The view of Fleur's exposed cunt and asshole was the most thrilling thing he'd seen in years. And he loved the thought that Apolline was so turned on she would fuck her own daughter.

Apolline in fact, was as excited as Harry. She pushed her face between Fleur's asscheeks and in a few moments, the presence of Harry no longer mattered. Drilling her tongue deep into Fleur's cunt, she began sucking, searching out the dripping cream brimming in the pink hole. She pulled open Fleur's sensitive cuntlips with her fingers and pushed her nose and mouth into the sopping wet gulch.

She loved sucking Fleur this way, sucking her from the back so that her tongue could drive deep into her channel while her nose tickled Fleur's sweet little asshole.

It wasn't long before Fleur was moaning.

Apolline continued sucking, then suddenly pulled her face away from Fleur's ass. Her nose and cheeks wet with cream, she looked at Harry.

"Go ahead," she said. "Suck her. Suck my Veela whore daughter!"

Harry blew out his breath in a long whistle. Why not? he thought. She'd sucked him, why not return the favor?

Favor, hell, he was dying to do it!

He took Apolline's place on the chair. Having Fleur's ass spread out like this in front of him was a delicious treat. He ran his palms over the smooth white cheeks. Her cunt gaped open, the lips loose and trembling from Apolline's sucking. 

Merlin, she turned him on!

Leaning forward, he slowly ran his tongue up the groove between her cunt and asshole.

Fleur moaned. She knew Harry was behind her, and the image of his face there between the cheeks of her ass was almost too much to bear.

"Do her ass," Apolline said. "She likes to have her ass done."

Harry was consumed with lust. He ran the flat of his tongue over Fleur's asshole, thoroughly wetting it. Then he curled and stiffened his tongue and drilled the point into the muscular ring of her ass.

Fleur hissed, relaxed her asshole, and suddenly his tongue was inside.

"Oh, sweet Calcutta!" Apolline said. "How beautiful!" The sight of the Wizarding World’s greatest hero squirming his long tongue into her baby girl's asshole was the most exciting thing she'd ever seen. Her eyes fixed on the tongue-fucking, she moved a hand down to her cunt and began masturbating.

"Somebody put something inside my cunt!" Fleur hissed.

Crooning with delight, Apolline gnarled up three fingers under Harry's chin and pushed them into Fleur's sex.

The fucking of her asshole and cunt by Hogwarts’ favorite son and her own mother drove Fleur wild. She began gurgling and moaning, her eyes rolling up and her throat venting hoarse sounds of lust and pleasure.

I'll never be the same again, she thought. I'll be ruined for any other wizard.

Then she decided that was nonsense. A knowledge of the heights of ecstasy never ruined anyone. She was in her prime, her sexuality fully turned on, and she was enjoying every moment of it!

"Mama, let me suck you!" she cried. "Please, come here and let me suck you!"

Apolline's fingers were suddenly gone, and in a moment, Fleur had Apolline's cunt under her nose. It was a good cunt, the warm juicy cunt of a hot blooded woman. Fleur buried her face in it and slurped and slobbered at its dripping juices. She had the tickling, squirming tongue of Harry fucking Potter deep in her ass and the steaming hot cunt of his other conquest—her own flesh and blood—filling her mouth.

Already halfway to oblivion, none of the three people on the bed could possibly hear the door open. For a long, drawn-out moment, Bill stood there on the threshold with his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide with amazement.

He had no idea a bachelorette party could run so long.