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An Odd Crush	By : harrypegger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Pansy Views: 192134 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Thank you every one for continuing to review, this story is definitely not dead, I just have far less time for writing than I did a while back. I think we're nearing the end, I have maybe 3-4 more chapters planned. Stay with me!
You will probably need to know these during this chapter. If you already know them (all of them, be honest!), have a gold star.
Esoteric - rare, obscure
Copacetic - satisfactory, agreeable
Inscrutable - mysterious, hidden
In response to the mountain of reviews I got overnight a couple of days after posting the last chapter, I don’t know if it was a lot of people or just 2 or 3 people posting lots of thoughts as they occurred to them, but here we go…
You know what teenage boys tend to think with? Their penis. Shocking, I know. And teenage girls can get pretty damn horny and indiscriminate as well. I don’t feel like that makes a girl a slut, but if you do then that says more about your attitude to women. As for Harry suddenly being a god of sex, why? Because he can cum 3 times in a night? No, that’s just 16 year olds.
“I'm not feeling Hermione in this fic, and if that's your intention, mission not accomplished.” - I don’t understand this one at all, which is why I’ve quoted it. It’s been Harry/Pansy from the start, why would you think my intention was suddenly to make it H/Hr? I feel like it is mission accomplished actually, you’re not feeling Hermione because Harry isn’t feeling Hermione.
As for its only sex, and Harry gets to fuck everyone - 12 chapters in and he’s had sex with 3 girls, plus a blowjob from one mystery girl. Two of the girls he’s had sex with once, at the instigation of his kinky girlfriend. And yes, teen relationships tend to be pretty lusty, particularly in a situation like this where they actually can’t go public with their relationship for fear of being ostracised by their friends.
If you have constructive comments to share then do feel free, if you just want to gripe, please do it elsewhere.
Also, this chapter is going to include some pegging. Feel free to skip that section if it’s not your thing.

Pansy knew she was slipping, and didn’t care. All these years she had been focussed on keeping her position in the Slytherin hierarchy, making sure she was properly respected or feared, either one was the same to her, and now it was all crumbling. She probably wouldn’t even have succumbed to Harry if it hadn’t been for Draco arriving at school all distant and too busy for anyone, even his best friends. And now here she was practically floating around the school like that lunatic Lovegood who declaimed to all who would listen about the wonderful powers of flurgawump oils, or whatever it was. Well, she was sure she wasn’t going to be declaiming about the wonderful effect of Harry’s sperm in her belly, so she only looked mildly concussed at times, but people were starting to notice.
“Pans, you are so loved up it’s actually making me want to vomit,” complained Daphne as they sat in the library working on an essay for Snape. “Can you please concentrate on this? Or tell me when I might get a chance to join you again?”
“Oh?” smiled Pansy.
“Well for fucks sake, do you know what it’s like seeing you wander in at some random time of night with a big goofy smile on your face and know you’ve just had your brains fucked out?”

“Jealous much?” asked her friend.
“Well duh. How did you manage to get a super kinky guy who also happens to treat you really quite nicely and is a fantastic shag? It’s just not right,” she moaned.
Pansy smiled. “Tell you what, I’ll bring it up and see what he says. He didn’t mind the last person I brought in, so I doubt he’ll object to seeing you again.”
“You brought someone else in?” demanded Daphne incredulously. “Damnit Pansy, what was wrong with me?”
“Well like you said, he’s a bit kinky. You weren’t quite right for the kink,” shrugged Pansy. Daphne’s eyes narrowed.
“And you enjoyed this kink too did you?”
“Oh yes. He was actually a bit reluctant to go through with it at first, but I convinced him he’d enjoy it,” she said airily.
“And did he?”
“Oh yes,” smiled Pansy. “Quite definitely. Repeatedly, in fact,” she emphasised, making Daphne snort in frustration.
“Fine,” she grunted. “See what he says. Otherwise I’m going to strap that dildo to you and rape you where you sit one day soon.” Pansy snorted with laughter, earning her a reproving glance from Madam Pince, the Librarian.
“I don’t think that will be necessary. It’s my birthday next week. If he remembers, then he might be due a small reward.”

“If he remembers?” frowned Daphne. “Have you even told him when it is?” Pansy’s face fell.
“Bollocks,” she muttered. “No, I don’t think we’ve ever mentioned stuff like that. All I know about his is that it’s during the summer!” she almost wailed. Now it was Daphne’s turn to smile.
“Don’t worry,” she said in a mock airy tone. “For a potential reward like that, I think I can probably find a way to let him know.” Pansy cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes.
“I don’t know whether to thank you or slap you,” she sighed, making Daphne chuckle.
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The next morning she watched as Daphne shadowed Harry out of the great hall after breakfast, though it was a few minutes before she returned with a smile on her face.
“Trouble?” she asked.
“No,” said Daphne. “Why would you think that?”

“You just seemed to take a while is all.”
“No trouble, he just wanted to get my opinion on something,” replied Daphne off-handedly.
“Like a birthday present?” asked Pansy. Daphne smiled sweetly.
“Unfortunately I’m sworn to secrecy,” she said, taking a bite out of a slice of toast. “So I’m afraid you’ll just have to wait and see.”
Daphne proved hard work that day. No matter how much she badgered, threatened, cajoled or just plain begged, she remained unmoved. They ended up in the library again that evening, and Daphne rolled her eyes as Pansy started on yet another round of questioning. “You never were good at taking no for an answer, were you Pans?”
“No, I don’t see why I should have to,” she said waspishly.
“Maybe that’s why you like him. He tells you what he wants and then takes it from you.”

“Maybe. Is that your professional opinion, Healer Greengrass?” she asked sarcastically.
“Fine, I’ll tell you,” said Daphne with a sigh, putting down her quill.
“Really?” said Pansy excitedly.
“No,” replied Daphne, picking up her quill and returning to her essay. Pansy wanted to scream, but her friend really did seem totally immovable on this. She returned her attention to her essay, trying to do something other than sit and fume. After trying to read the same paragraph about six times, she gave up.
“I’m going back to the common room. I can’t concentrate,” she declared.
“Okay,” said Daphne, looking up from the book she was looking through. She grinned wickedly. “You look like you could do with relieving some stress. Look in the box under my bed. Start up spell is ‘mergo’, and just a finite to end it.”
Pansy glared at her, but stress relief was stress relief, no matter the source. She had only managed one quick tryst with Harry in Myrtle’s bathroom since the evening with Cora last week. Packing up her things, she shot a final glare in Daphne’s direction although the girl seemed totally unmoved by it, possibly even slightly amused.
She headed back to the common room, ignoring everyone en route to her dorm, which fortunately was empty. She tossed her bag onto her bed, and got down on her knees to look under Daphne’s bed. There was a plain brown box under there, which she pulled out and opened. Inside were two dildos, one was the attachable one, the other was new. Assuming it was the new one that Daphne had been talking about, she pulled it out and pushed the box back under the bed. It didn’t look too remarkable, it was really just a penis and balls, though extremely realistic looking. Decent size too. She returned to her bed, closing the curtains around her and casting a silencing charm. She was feeling rather frustrated right now and might just let out her feelings. She stripped off her clothes and settled back against the pillows, spreading her legs and touching her slit. She closed her eyes, imagining that it was Harry who was doing the touching, readying his tongue to lap up her juices. Her left hand found its way to her breasts, teasing her nipples with light touches and gentle squeezing. Her pussy was already wet and her whole body was getting hot with desire. She grabbed her wand, and placed the dildo at her hole.
“Mergo,” she said. Instantly the disembodied penis came to life, lifting itself into the air and pressing at her entrance. She spread her legs as it entered her, enjoying the feel as it filled her hot tunnel. “Oooh, fuck,” she moaned as it started to thrust into her. She reached down to touch her clit and stopped. No, she was going to let this thing fuck her until she came without touching herself once. She reached up and slid her hands under her pillows, determined that they would remain there the whole time.
Now she moaned again as the fake cock started to fuck her in earnest, pounding into her without respite. Even Harry couldn’t last more than a few minutes at this pace, so she lay back an let it happen. Her pussy felt like it was buzzing almost, and she brought her knees up to her chest to allow the toy deeper access. Now the balls were slapping against her arse and her whole crotch felt like it was heating up. She moaned louder, glad for the silencing spell that allowed her to be as loud as she wanted. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted as the toy plowed her body deeply. In her mind she imagined Harry on top of her, calling her a dirty whore for wanting this so badly.
“Gods yes Harry, I’m a dirty whore,” she moaned.
“You want me to fill your cunt with my sperm, don’t you?”
“Yes, please fuck me!”
“You want my babies don’t you, you little slut?”
“Yes Harry, but only your babies, no one else’s! God Harry, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!”
She realised she had shouted this last sentence aloud, but didn’t care. She shrieked out her orgasm, her vaginal walls clamping down on the toy buried inside her. In response to its cleverly crafted spells, the toy buried itself in her to the hilt as she came, and she felt it twitching like a real cock would, spewing hot cum into her fanny. She moaned again, wishing she had a body to wrap her legs around and draw into herself as she was filled up like this. As the waves of pleasure subsided, the toy inside her gradually pulled out and resumed a very gentle thrusting. Ohh, that was nice, thought Pansy. Maybe another night she would see how long she could keep going with it. But not tonight. Pulling her hands out from under the pillows she grabbed her wand and muttered the finite spell, and it stopped moving instantly. She pulled it from her snatch, moaning slightly as it left her feeling empty, followed by a flood of sticky white fluid. She blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected it to actually be cumming inside her, she thought it had just been replicating the feel of it. It was a nice touch though. She was actually coming to quite like the feel of cum running out of her holes. It made her feel dirty and abused and sexy and powerful all at the same time. Tonight in fact, she wasn’t even going to clean it up. She pulled the covers over herself and rolled onto her side, feeling the thick fluid trickle out of her and across the back of her thigh. Sighing with contentment, she drifted off to sleep.
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It was two days later when Pansy received a note from Harry via one of the school owls in the morning. Obviously he felt like they were bumping into each other by deliberate accident a bit too often, and a brown barn owl brought her a note telling her to be at the Room of Requirement at 9pm that evening. Even Daphne looking smug the whole day hardly annoyed her at all.
“Do you know what he’s planning then?” she asked her over dinner.
“What who’s planning?”
“Harry, you moron,” she prompted with a roll of her eyes.
“Why would I know what Harry’s planning?” she asked absently, concentrating on her food.
“Because you cooked something up with him, I know you did. You were gone for far longer than you needed to tell him when my birthday is. Ergo, you’re plotting something.”
“Ergo?” asked Daphne, looking at her. “What books have you been reading to get a fancy word like that?”
“Ergo is not a fancy word,” said Pansy with a theatrical roll of her eyes. “Esoteric, now that’s a fancy word. Copacetic, that’s another one.”

“Really? Use them in a sentence then.”
“Fine. When I find out what you’re plotting, I plan on devising some esoteric yet nevertheless quite copacetic method of paying you back for being an enormous pain in my arse. Mark my words you will not find my reasons for doing so to be inscrutable,” she added.
“I bet you looked those up yesterday in the library,” sniffed Daphne as they finished their meals and headed back to the common room, bickering the whole way.
At a quarter to nine she got ready to head out, and briefly looked for Daphne so she could rub her face in the fact that she was going to get laid tonight. Nowhere to be found. Oh well. She headed out and the groups of milling students thinned out and disappeared as she drew near to her destination. The door was visible, so she assumed Harry was inside and had intended it to be visible to her. Pushing it open, she stepped inside. There was simply a large bed in the middle of the room, the floor being thickly carpeted. Oh, and Harry, sitting stark naked on the edge of the bed. She raised an eyebrow.
“Planning on getting going right away?” she asked mildly. He smiled. Urgh, his smile did things to her.
“It’s part of the plan,” he answered.
“Oh?” she said as she took a couple of steps his way. “What plan is this?”
“Funny you should ask that,” said a voice from behind and to her right, startling her. She jumped and turned around, so see another naked Harry padding towards her.
“But we think it’s an excellent plan,” said another voice, this time on what had been her left. She jumped again and whirled around, to be confronted with yet another naked Harry.
“Surprise,” said the Harry on the bed with a smirk.
Pansy’s mouth worked but no sounds came out, she was too stunned by this turn of events.
“But…but…” she managed
“Yep,” answered Harry. “We will be doing your butt. And your pussy. And your mouth. One at a time and then all at once, and then I’ll be able to say that I fucked Pansy Parkinson in every hole she has, at the same time. Quite an achievement, don’t you think?”
By now the two other Harry’s were at her side, and she didn’t protest as they began to strip her, both of them copping a feel of her bits as they did so. Quite soon she was naked in front of them.
“Put her on the bed boys.” A firm push in her back propelled her face first onto the bed where she lay, still unsure of how to proceed. She was about to be gangfucked by three versions of Harry. How had he managed it? Polyjuice or time turners seemed the most likely options, she didn’t even know of any others. If polyjuice, who was it? Daphne and Cora? They were the only two who knew about them. Well, or Granger, but she didn’t imagine that Harry had gone to her with this particular request.
“Okay, who wants first crack at her?” asked one of the Harry’s, followed by all three of them saying “I vote me,” in unison, then a pause. “Yes, I probably should have seen that coming. Okay, rock, paper scissors? Okay. One, two, three!” There was silence, and then a whoop. “Fine, go on. Have your way with her. We’ll watch for now.”
Pansy felt someone climbing on the bed, and her legs being spread a little before a finger ran along her slit, gently probing at her pussy. “Is she wet?” came a voice. “Oh yeah,” said the Harry behind her. “Soaked.” She sucked in a breath as a finger probed her, but it was quickly removed and she felt him position himself at her hole. She moaned as he pressed inside her, she really was turned on by this whole situation. He worked his way into her until he was pressed against her buttocks and then began to thrust. She moaned again as he filled her, and clutched at the sheets. Another Harry came round and crouched down in front of her.
“Are you looking forward to being triple teamed?” he asked. What did you even say to a question like that? She shook her head. “No?” he asked in surprise. “Hmm. Maybe we should work you up to it. Would you prefer that?”

“Probably,” she managed to groan, distracted by being pounded from behind. He grinned.
“No problem.” He stood, and presented his cock to her, the bed being (conveniently, thought Pansy) at just the right height for her to suck on it. Obediently she opened her mouth and immediately he slid himself past her lips. The angle wasn’t really the best for her to work on him but she did her best, despite the distraction of a second Harry on top of her slamming his cock into her. Soon the Harry behind her began to grunt, and she knew what was coming.
“Think I’m gonna cum,” he muttered. She would have told him to do it inside her, but unfortunately her mouth was rather full. She was saved the task by the third, currently unoccupied Harry who spoke up.
“Give it to her. We want her dripping by the time we’re done!”
The boy behind her jerked spasmodically and let loose some sounds that almost seemed surprised as Pansy felt him jerk inside her, and she knew he was cumming. She felt him pull out, and the Harry in front of her pulled out of her mouth.
“Get on all fours,” he instructed her. She complied, and he got on the bed in front of her. She guessed what might be expected of her, so she started sucking on him again. She could feel cum sliding out of her pussy and down her thighs, and wanted something inside her again. The mattress shifted, and she felt hands on her arse. The third Harry was behind her, apparently come for his share. She moaned around the cock in her mouth as she felt pressure on her arsehole. She wanted to protest, but at the same time she wanted to be taken and used. She was dirty and right now, didn’t care. She tried to keep up her blowjob as her arse was stretched until the dick popped inside her sphincter, but apparently not quite well enough for Harry, who ran his fingers into her hair and started to fuck her face. This was so intense, felt Pansy. Were they really all going to try and do her at the same time? She was being spit roasted by two Harry’s and already it felt like more than she could handle. Suddenly the Harry in front of her grabbed her hair and held still. She looked up at him as best she could from this position and found him looking back at her before hot cum spurted into her mouth. She held his gaze while he came, making sure he saw that she swallowed it after he pulled away. Seconds after that, the Harry behind her plunged into her arse and held himself there, spurting his own seed into her bowels. She heard him gasping behind her and pushed back against him, grinding her bum into his crotch and making him groan.
“I think she likes it,” commented one of the two Harry’s now just watching. Gently, her arse was emptied and she fell forwards onto the bed before rolling onto her back in a languid pose, her head turned to watch Harry and his doppelgangers as they each took a drink of a potion.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Stamina,” said one of them with a smirk. “So we can do it again.”
“I hope so,” she said challengingly. “I still haven’t cum you know. What’s a girl got to do to get an orgasm round here?”
The triplets looked at each other and grinned. “Right you are then,” said one. “Lets see what we can do about that.”
The one who had most recently been in her arse got on the bed and pulled her on top of him, so she obligingly sat up and guided his dick inside her, but before she could start to move, another of them was behind her. She bit her lip as she felt pressure against her anus, and a guttural moan tore from her throat as he slipped into her. She felt so full! She barely even registered that the final one was climbing on the the bed to stand in front of her until his cock bumped against her lips, but she opened her mouth and took him as deeply as she could.
The three guys developed something of a rhythm between themselves with the two in her arse and pussy alternating thrusts so that only one of them was buried in her at a time, though sometimes one of them would deliberately slow down and them ram himself back inside her at the same time as the other, producing a muffled cry from her. She was doing her best to give the Harry she was sucking a decent blowjob, but that went out the window when the one behind her reached around and started rubbing her clit. She was already so horny it took hardly any time at all for her to cum, and cum hard enough to see white spots in her vision. The guys all knew she was cumming, but didn’t let up. Harry behind her stopped rubbing her clit, but was replaced by the Harry beneath her. She tried to suck in a breath and reset herself after her orgasm, but they weren’t giving her the chance. The Harry behind her put both hands on her hips and started really fucking her hard, oblivious to what the one in her pussy was doing, so she found herself with two cocks rammed deep inside her every few seconds. The stimulation of her clit was pushing herself to the edge again and she found herself completely frazzled, barely aware of anything but the cocks inside her, occasionally a nipple being tweaked. Without warning, the cock in her mouth erupted with cum, shooting onto her tongue before pulling out and depositing a couple more bursts on her face. She tried to swallow, but she was so distracted by everything else that she felt some dribbling down her chin. Abruptly she shrieked out her second orgasm, and probably would have jerked off the guy below her had Harry not had his hands firmly on her waist from behind her, keeping her in place. She jerked uncontrollably before flopping down onto the Harry below her, desperately trying to stop him rubbing her clit which had become massively sensitive. Finally he stopped, and she was dimly aware of the cock in her arse twitching and spilling its load in her rectum, followed not long after by the one in her pussy. She lay there, completely wiped out. The Harry behind her pulled out of her arse, and she felt her sphincter convulse as it tried to adjust to the emptiness. Warm fluid spilled out of her stretched hole, but she couldn’t muster up the energy to do anything about it.
“How are you feeling?” asked one of the Harry’s, sitting down on the bed.
“Nnngh,” she grunted in response.
“Well if you could roll off of Harry underneath you here, that would be a great help.”
With what seemed like enormous effort, Pansy pulled herself up and rolled to one side, feeling more cum leaking from her pussy as she lay on her back. The Harry who had been underneath her slid out of the bed and disappeared, leaving just one Harry to climb into bed with her and pull her into his arms.
“So you liked it?” he asked her.
“Fucking right,” she muttered. “That was incredible. I thought I was going to pass out,” she confessed. “How do I look?” she asked.
“Well, there’s cum everywhere,” replied Harry with a grin. Pansy made a face at him. “You look seriously sexy. And seriously well fucked.”
Pansy giggled. “I feel pretty seriously well fucked. I think I might be sore tomorrow. Worth it though,” she added with a grin.
Pansy was indeed sore the next day, and a couple of days after that. Daphne was completely unsympathetic, as well as very uncommunicative as to whether she had been one of the extra Harrys who had been involved. In fact it was a full three days before Pansy felt back to normal, which was just as well really, because that was when she received an invitation to the room of requirement. What really got her excited was that the invitation also happened to coincide with her birthday. Daphne was actually quite helpful, even loaning her a couple of things for use that evening. Birthdays at Hogwarts were usually a bit of a plain affair for Pansy, with some presents from her family and maybe a few small things from the girls like Daphne or Tracy. Of course today was her seventeenth birthday, her coming of age in the wizarding world, and so her presents included a beautiful watch from her parents along with several small but obviously expensive items of jewellery. Daphne told her she would have to wait until later for her present, as she didn’t want her trying it out before having a chance to study it properly. She would say no more than that though. On top of the general feeling of well being was a constant state of butterflies in her stomach for the rest of the day, wondering what was planned for the evening. She was practically twanging like a bowstring when she headed up to the room of requirement, opening the door that showed that Harry was already there and waiting.
She smiled goofily as she stepped inside. There was her bedroom with streamers proclaiming ‘happy birthday’ on them around the room, and an enormous cake on a table in the middle of the room, next to Harry himself.
“Happy birthday!” he exclaimed as she closed the door. She shrieked in delight and ran over to hug him, and Harry pulled her into a deep kiss. “I got you something,” he said when he released her.
“You did?” she asked with a smile. “Where is it?” Harry smiled back and handed her a small box, wrapped with red and gold paper. She rolled her eyes theatrically at the colours, but carefully unwrapped it to reveal what was obviously a jewellery box. Almost holding her breath, she opened the lid. Her mouth dropped open an inch, and she looked at Harry. “Seriously?” she breathed. She gently lifted the necklace out of the box to take a closer look at it. It was a black stone, no more than half an inch long and oval shaped, set in silver. There were ribbons of green running through it, changing in shape as she turned it around in the light, as well as fine threads of brilliant red that caught the light as she moved it. It must have cost him a fortune. “Harry,” she breathed. “This is incredible. Thank you!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him again.
“You’re welcome,” he said. “Now, how about some delicious cake that Dobby and the other elves made for you?”
After eating the cake, they laid on her bed and kissed, neither seemingly in any hurry to move things along. After a while though, both teenagers hands began to wander, and Pansy pulled away after the third or fourth time Harry’s hand had investigated between her legs.
“Clothes off?” she asked. Harry nodded.
“Clothes off,” he agreed. They both began to disrobe quickly, tossing their clothes to the floor until they were both completely naked before wrapping their arms around each other again. Harry’s hand quickly found her clit, and she moaned as she reached for his cock. He was rock hard, and she stroked him slowly as he fingered her. He certainly knew exactly what he was doing these days, and it was only a few minutes before she shuddered as an orgasm ran through her. She stopped what she was doing and pulled back from him.
“I want to try something new,” she said, looking him in the eye. “Something I haven’t done before with you.” He raised himself up onto one elbow.
“What’s that?” She smiled slightly at him and slid off the bed, walking to her discarded robes and pulling out Daphne’s magical strap on dildo.
“I want to use this on you,” she said. “I haven’t had a chance yet, and Daphne has.”
Harry grimaced slightly. The memory of being fucked up the arse by Daphne was not one of his favourite ones. “You really want to do this?” he asked reluctantly. Pansy nodded. He supposed he couldn’t complain too much, he’d fucked Pansy in her arse several times now. “Okay then,” he agreed with a sigh. “But be gentle all right?”
“I will be, lover,” she said with a smile. She grabbed her wand to attach the fake cock to her body, shivering as it melded to her crotch before quickly catching on to her arousal and hardening to full mast. Harry got onto all fours on the bed, and she climbed up behind him. “Glissando,” she muttered, feeling the sudden lubrication on her temporary penis. She lined up with Harry’s arsehole and pushed gently. He yielded slightly and she pulled back before pushing again a little harder. She heard Harry’s breathing become a little sharper as she pushed very slightly deeper with each thrust, watching his anus spread slightly around the head of her cock, when without warning the whole head suddenly disappeared inside him.
“Ahhh,” moaned Harry roughly. Pansy held still as she knew exactly what had happened, she’d pushed through the ring of muscles of his anus, which had probably hurt a bit, even as gradually as she’d built up to it. “Okay,” he muttered, which Pansy took as a sign that he was ready for more. She pushed further, enjoying the tightness around her cock. No wonder Harry enjoyed doing this to her, it felt magnificent. Slowly she worked herself fully into him, until her full length was buried inside her boyfriend. Her hands on his hips, she began to thrust slowly, building up speed. Mostly she kept her thrusts short, but every so often she would pull out almost all the way before sliding back home, making Harry moan every single time. Her hand found his cock, which to her surprise was rock hard still, and she began to stroke him slightly. It didn’t take long before he spoke up. “I’m going to cum if you keep that up Pansy,”. Instantly she stopped, and also pulled out completely, prompting another groan.
“Turn around and lie on your back,” she said. “I want to see you cum.” He did as he was asked, drawing his knees up to his chest so she could line up her cock with his now rather stretched arsehole again. She pressed forward, smiling to herself at the feeling of being in charge for once and producing a grunt from him as she slipped inside. Normally she was happy to let Harry take control, even to extremes at times, but it was nice to reverse that every so often. She resumed her stroking of his cock as she fucked him, feeling a tightness in her own groin that she recognised from previous experience using the dildo on Daphne. Within thirty seconds Harry grunted again, his face contorting with pleasure as his cock erupted with cum, thick streams of it landing on his chest and stomach before trailing off, and Pansy felt the warm liquid running across her fingers as she kept hold of him. With a grunt of her own she buried herself to the hilt inside him, her own orgasm spilling cum into her boyfriends bowels. She opened her eyes to find him watching her, and deliberately she brought her hand to her mouth and cleaned the cum from her fingers. Without a word, she pulled out, producing another moan from him, before she leaned down to take his softening cock in her mouth, sucking the remaining cum from it. Looking into his eyes she released him, before running her tongue over one of the cum trails on his body. His stomach muscles twitched slightly, and she repeated the action until he was mostly clean.
“How was that?” she asked with a smirk on her face.
“Pretty incredible,” he admitted. “Not sure I’d want it every day, but I could be okay with it every so often.” Pansy smiled.
“That’s good to hear,” she almost whispered as the leant over him, her breasts brushing his chest as she placed some kisses on his neck. “I rather enjoyed it too.” She looked down. “I think I better clean you up,” she declared, looking at the cum that had spilled from his arsehole. Grabbing her wand she cast a quick scourgify, before also detaching the dildo. “Ready for round two?” she asked. Harry looked down at his flaccid penis.
“Not quite,” he said with a wry smile. Pansy gave a saucy grin in response.
“Let’s see what we can do about that.” Without waiting for a response, she took his cock into her mouth and started sucking him. She enjoyed the feeling of him hardening gradually in her mouth, until he was once again at full mast. She slowly slid her lips from his shaft, before moving to straddle his cock, only to be held at bay by Harry’s strong arms.
“I think you’ve had just about enough control for tonight,” he told her with a raised eyebrow. She sat back with a challenging expression of her own.
“And what did you have in mind?” she asked.
“On your back,” he said firmly, getting up and leaving space for her to lie down. She did as she was told, and Harry took hold of her ankles, spreading her legs and pushing them up. “How flexible are you?” he asked with another smirk. With a smug expression she grabbed her ankles from him and pulled them up towards her head, holding her feet just over her head.
“Flexible enough for you?” she asked. In answer he took one ankle and pushed it a little further, making her wince as he pushed it behind her head, then took the other one and pushed that behind her head too. Pansy winced again at the stretch, she had done this before, but not for some time. Apparently satisfied, he positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed, sliding home into her soaking wet cunt and drawing a deep moan from Pansy as he penetrated her what felt like deeper than ever before. Placing his hands either side of her shoulders and holding himself above her he began to move, slowly fucking her. She looked up at him, feeling totally powerless now in complete contrast to earlier.
“Harder,” she hissed at him, crying out as he responded instantly by drawing almost all the way out of her and slamming back into her, experiencing a slight stabbing pain as he just bumped into her cervix with the head of his cock. Again and again he pounded her until she couldn’t help but release a constant torrent of noise, pleasure and pain blurring together until she came, her pussy clutching at the invader within her. As the feeling receded, she realised that Harry was still moving gently on top of her.
“You haven’t cum?” she asked. He shook his head.
“Where do you want it?” he asked. Pansy thought for a second.
“On my face,” she said quietly. It would be an appropriate end to being fucked like this, she felt.
“Slut,” Harry said with a smirk, before speeding up very slightly, making her moan again before he pulled out and positioned himself with his cock pointing at her face. She closed her eyes as he stroked himself, and felt the first thick rope of sperm drape itself across her face, followed by another, and another, before they got progressively smaller. She opened her eyes to see him squeezing out the final few drops of cum, letting them splash onto her lips. She licked it off before groaning loudly as she brought her legs back from behind her head, stiff muscles protesting at being moved. Harry moved behind her to cuddle up to her, and she rolled onto her side, enjoying the feel of his warm body against hers, his cock still slick from her own juices pressed against her bum and his sticky cum painted on her face. Easily best birthday ever, she thought as she drifted into a contented doze.
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