The Potter Weasley Arrangement (Harry Potter)
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Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Alone in a dark bedroom, Fleur and Hermione offer themselves up to the hero of Hogwarts. All the while a mysterious third mouth sucks him off in between.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fan Fiction School Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching DomSub FemaleDom Group Sex Swinging Cream Pie Facial Oral Sex Big Breasts Leg Fetish
In his personal suite lit only by candlelight, Harry lay down on his bed. He didn’t need the Elder Wand, not when the wand he was granted at birth was sticking right on up. No small wonder for that, not with the two ladies in his presence. His good friend Hermione Granger and the always captivating Fleur Delacour.
And they were looking gorgeous. They were only wearing white sleeveless transparent nightgowns that let anyone lucky enough to see them to gaze upon their naked bodies underneath. Fleur Delacour with her unique quarter Veela heritage was already a stunner that could capture any man’s attention, but coupled that with her human descent, her human beauty coupled with her shimmering silvery blonde hair and the supernatural allure in her eyes and lips made her look exotic and foreign even compared to her mother and grandmother, like she was a legendary nymph come from her otherworldly haven to visit such mere mortals. Hermione Granger was looking fine too, bearing nothing of the other girl’s ethereal beauty, but those ordinary girl next door looks, long brown hair and cute dimples, to have a girl like this want you and appear to you now, you’d feel like you had just accomplished every childhood dream you could have ever wanted and now here she was offering herself to him. A true hero’s reward.
They were the seeds of the future. Once mere learners, they had all come forth and emerged as heroes. History would never forget them. But for Harry, there were other seeds he was looking to sow.
“‘Arry...” Fleur seductively cooed at him. She was still a bit behind on learning English but her thick French accent and her natural good looks, he already found himself falling under her spell. “I never did properly thank you for saving my sister. And now you went and saved us all...!” She stepped forward and leaned forward to look at him. “I never knew how to say zis but you are my hero.”
“Yes he is quite the hero isn’t he?” said Hermione. “I always had a bit of a crush on you since when we first met. But I never thought you would come this far...”
“What would you like to do first ‘Arry?”
“Me,” Hermione said, stepping forth. She looked at the other girl and smiled wryly. “I’ve known him longest so I get to have first dibs on him. And I’ve grown up so much, haven’t I?” She looked right at Harry and moved her hands under her chest. Nowhere near as big as Fleur’s, but she was so far from the little girl she used to be. And the way she was looking at him, Harry was looking to go beyond them being just friends.
“You’ve waited too long,” said Harry. He beckoned her with his finger. “Come on Hermione.”
Her practiced confidence gave way to a little girl’s joy. She ran on over to him, and in her little gown, Harry loved the sight of her breasts jiggling and her pretty legs sprinting on over to him. Sprinting on over to his bed, she jumped right on top of him.
Hermione was giggling as soon as she plopped onto him. Harry’s glasses had gotten a little messed up from the impact of her landing but she showed no regard for that. Very aggressive, she started making out with him from the beginning. With this cute girl on top of him half naked, he didn’t object one bit.
She looked up at him and said, “I’ve wanted this for so long...” in a breathy sigh. They locked eyes for an instant, he seeing her as not his cute little friend but a feisty vixen in need of satisfaction and she not seeing the awkward boy on his first day but every girl’s dream guy before she promptly went back to snogging with him. Harry only returned her affections, slipping his tongue in her mouth, wanting it as much as she did. Cupping her bare ass and feeling her back through the thin and transparent gown, he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
While they were getting into it, Harry felt his undershorts being pulled down. His penis sprang on right out, he was already getting stiff after just getting a glimpse of Hermione and Fleur in their racy nightwear, and it had only gotten worse once he got his first taste of his dear friend now all grown up. But all that was nothing compared to what he was feeling now. A hot and wet mouth had taken his penis into their mouth and was devouring his member.
Harry had to take his face away from Hermione’s just to gasp. She giggled seeing him in this moment of weakness and kissed all up his neck, onto his face. Holding onto him, she teased him with her nails.
His face looked so weak. “Which do you like more?” she said, giggling to herself. “My mouth or hers?” she said.
Just as she said that, that mouth left his dick. He felt like a man deprived of water, it was all he could think about. Desperate for more, he pulled Hermione close and kissed her deeper, feeling all over her body.
As much as she was enjoying it, she was wanting far more. Breaking their kiss, she crinkled her brow at him and wagged her finger at him like he was a naughty little boy who needed to learn some restraint. Moving herself upright over top of him, Hermione grabbed the base of shaft and stroked it, he was now fully hard all over. That close, the heat of his organ was making her wet deep down inside.
Moving herself on top of it, she slowly slid it into her vagina. With how hot and thick his organ was, she found it difficult to move that thing inside of her, even as wet as she had become. Their genitals touching each other, she had to move her slit around on top of it just to begin to fit him inside of her. The way she was only getting started on getting him inside of her, she couldn’t believe that she would be fucking so much more of him.
As soon as Hermione began to fully fit the cockhead inside of her, Harry put his hands on her thighs. Caressed them, massaged them, his hands stroking her bare skin touched someplace tender inside of her and she looked at him. The way he was touching her and the cool look on his face, even as she was trying to properly get herself down on his dick, she turned away and blushed.
Enough for her to finally move herself down onto the rest of his shaft. Hermione breathed in hard, it was her first time having a dick inside of her for the first time. His massive length was sitting at the end of her cunt and his member split her walls apart to levels she didn’t know were possible. It was such an intense moment that she barely felt her hymen rupture on top of him.
Harry was still feeling up her legs. His gentle touches were a stark contrast to the giant thing sitting inside of her, and she looked at him again. He was looking right into her eyes, but he didn’t have that cool collected look on his face anymore. He looked just as messed up as she did, and then she realized that she was the first person he had ever been inside of.
In spite of her just taking his dick in for the first time, that knowledge touched something inside of Hermione. After all her adventures, she was far tougher than when she had first arrived at Hogwarts. It was her first time taking a dick but she wasn’t let herself going to be beaten back by something like this.
Looking at him, she slowly rocked back and forth with him. Hermione moved awkwardly, she moved like a virgin alright and despite her taking initiative, she was making low tiny moans, sounding nothing like the experienced woman she wanted to be. It was more than just pleasure in riding him, it was the knowledge that she was having her first time with the one and only Harry Potter. A nervous excitement fluttered in her heart.
Harry was just getting used to her, she was that tight. That pretty mouth that licked and ate all over his organ was nothing compared to this. But his fortitude was no small thing either and soon he recovered very fast. As she was riding him, he began pumping inside of her.
He was just as awkward as she was. But looking at her fine self on top of him, feeling her pussy tight around his dick, and seeing how awkward she was, Harry was beset by the want, the need to mess her up even more now. Holding onto her legs, he moved inside of her harder.
Each second he went at it faster. Having just found a rhythm to it, Hermione suddenly found herself thrown off a little bit by his tempo. That big thing moving back and forth inside her at such a pace, it was stirring up inside of her vagina. At first she could only cry out even louder, it was driving her crazy. But whatever restraint she once had was gone, all her lusts were coming back on overdrive. Far from put off by Harry’s initiative, she rode him just fast as she was getting it.
Harry couldn’t believe how things were turning out. Hermione was so tight and wet and just being inside of her was testing his limits but the way she was riding him now was driving him crazy. Her tits were jiggling as she gave it to him, and her moans became more helpless and high pitched. She sounded like she was in love.
As they continued going at it, she looked at him again. Even as she was getting drilled so badly, there was something like a smile on her face. He didn’t smile back but he reciprocated the feeling, she just felt so good. No matter what ordeal he was facing or who he was with, Harry always harbored some attraction to Hermione. Now that he was consummating it with her for real, those feelings were burning hotter than he could have ever imagined.
She was getting louder. He knew she wasn’t going to last much longer and the speed they were going at it, he wasn’t either. Grabbing her hips, he pushed her off him and then he was up on his knees over her. Grabbing his wet dick, he jacked it off faster and faster until he was spurting his cum all over her face. Hermione just closed her eyes, welcoming the white flood that washed over her face.
Harry remained in that position, looking down at her. Hermione was breathing hard and took some of the semen that stained her face, looked at it closely dripping on her hands before she licked it off her fingers. The thickness and heat in it, the smell, it was all so good.
Rising up, Hermione looked at him. Her beautiful face stained in white, she giggled to herself. As per the rules of their little arrangement, she got off him. There was another lady waiting to have her turn.
Fleur stepped forward. Just looking at her would capture your attention but after having had his fill of Hermione, he wanted her even more. In spite of her naturally seductive aura, she looked so flustered around him. Harry had just busted one hell of a nut all over Hermione and he was wanting so much more. This other girl, her natural good looks and her captivating quality that hung in the air without her even trying, her naked body, those thick thighs and her big tits visible to his eyes in the transparent veil of her robe. He had to have her.
There was a more bestial aspect to Harry now. Beckoning her forth with his finger just like he had Hermione, she bashfully walked forward at her lover’s command. Licking his lips, he moved on up and taking her forearm, and seized her, taking her forth. Holding her by the small of her back, Harry sucked all over her tits like an animal. It was so intense for her that she had to hold onto his shoulders.
But he had only very recently lost his innocence. He was far from eloquent in pleasing a woman like the smooth ladykiller he wanted to be, the kind of man that a little bastard like Malfoy only wished he was, and he was doing it very sloppily. He was so far from touching a woman like her husband was used to doing.
Even as her nipples were getting hard into his mouth. She patted his head and made him to look at her. The tit he had been sucking on fell out of his mouth and she smiled sweetly at him. “‘Arry,” she said. “Please do it slower.”
Fleur was only a few years older than him. But it was clear she wasn’t a helpless damsel at his power like Hermione had been. She looked like the beautiful girl you always pined for from the sidelines and could never have along with a loving mother who would never judge you. That look in her eyes had him hypnotized.
“Al-alright,” he said, suddenly finding himself feeling very nervous and unsure of what to do. Like he hadn’t just fucked Hermione something fierce, like he hadn’t just sucked all over her tits and he didn’t have a mean meat right under her ass.
Harry licked slowly this time on the surface of the breast he had just been inhaling. All over it as though he was were sampling a fine dish. The taste of her skin and the size of it, he could enjoy all of it. He was already stiff but having to temper his needs in this way with such a beautiful woman, he wanted to indulge in his temptations all over again.
And yet the current tempo he was setting was making him enjoy it more than ever. He had fucked Hermione like a beast, ever since seeing her practically naked he had wanted her so bad, but having to deny himself and pay attention to his lover’s needs was making him feel like more than a beast, he felt like a man. The fire in his loins was just as potent as ever, and yet he wasn’t in the mood to satisfy himself on the spot. He could relax and enjoy himself.
Fleur was still holding onto him, but it became so much worse. “‘A-’Arry...” she whimpered. A married woman she was nothing quite as innocent as Harry or Hermione had been until recent moments. Yet his gentle caresses were making her hold onto him tighter, as if they were genuine lovers.
Harry could feel her body trembling. Remembering that it was his slow pace that was bringing this out of her, he did not give into his urges to ravish her hard and fast. Slowly kissing all over her breasts, he held her close. Fondling her big tush, he jiggled it around his hands and then he slapped it.