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Barmaid
By : indivisible_soup
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Chapter List
- 1-First Chapter
- 2-Second chapter
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Chapter: Girlfriend?
"Give me a few moments," said Jane, her chest heaving after an orgasm.
Harry nodded. Jane grabbed Harry's hand and slowly licked off that bit of her cum that landed over it. She grinned and resumed riding on him.
"Mind if we switch?"
"Switch?" she asked not stopping moving her hips.
"Just like last time, by the wall."
"Ah, sure..."
She got off him, sauntered around the couch and leaned onto the wall, arching her back while standing on her toes. Harry stepped behind her and without a word pushed his cock back into her.
"Give me just a minute or two," said Harry almost apologetically as he started thrusting into her, knowing from his own experience that getting fucked after cumming wasn't as fun.
"It's... okay... Take your time... It still feels nice."
Holding Jane by her hips Harry fucked into her at a punishing pace for several minutes.
Jane's knees almost buckled as Harry put a lot of his weight on her as he came, giving her the last few thrusts.
"God... That was good..." said Harry. He grabbed his cock firmly by the base Harry and slowly pulled out. Then took off the condom and after tying it into a knot threw into the bin. "Still feel weird doing it without a condom?"
"Yes, sorry."
"No-no. I don't mind. So don't apologize."
Both returned to a couch and Jane lay down with her head on Harry's lap. Harry played with her hair for several minutes as they were silent, almost identical small smiles on both of them.
"Say, I..." began Jane. "Don't get me wrong, it's not I'm dying to do it, but if there's a -"
"Quit stammering as say what you want," said Harry.
"Well, since last month I became your girlfriend."
Harry waited for her to continue, but she remained silent as if waiting for him to prompt her. "Yes. And?"
"We're sort of dating, right?"
"Right. Without the 'sort of' part."
"Ehm... May I still give head to somebody else?"
"Sure. You're a free person."
"But you've said that we're together now!" she said, getting off Harry's lap and sitting upright.
"So? I'm going to keep sleeping with Ginny. Meaning also having sex with her. So what right do I have to tell you what or what not to do?"
"But you wouldn't like it?"
"Don't fuck without a condom, but you're already don't. So otherwise, do what you want."
"I'm not going to have sex! I was asking about blowjobs only."
"I've said already, it is your choice."
"You won't get mad? I mean jealous?"
"No."
She looked at him sourly. "So I'm not really your girlfriend."
"What??"
"Those are just empty words for you..."
"A minute ago you asked me to blow somebody, and now you're mad because I'm not mad at you for asking??"
"And for giving me green light! Because it means you don't see me as your girlfriend."
Harry sighed. "What one has to do with another?"
"Everything!"
"If I can like two people. Why would I forbid you the same? Equality. Hello?"
"I'm not liking two people. I meant only blowjobs. And nothing else."
"Then it's even simpler."
"But how are you not jealous?"
"Are you jealous of Ginny?"
"She's your wife. I know that you love her."
"This wasn't the question."
"She was there before me, so I don't have a right to complain."
"We're not talking about rights. Let me rephrase it - do you want me to leave her for you?" Jane looked away with shame. "I take it as a yes..."
"Sorry."
"No. It's my fault. Turns out I wasn't clear enough. I was thinking that you understand. ... I shouldn't have asked you to become my girlfriend, even if such terms sound a bit dumb in my opinion, before clarifying it more."
"Asking me?! I asked you! You forced me to!"
Harry grinned. "You know what I mean." Jane huffed. "I think we should put this on hold."
"This?"
"This boyfriend-girlfriend thing of ours."
"What?! No!"
"Yes."
"Are you breaking up with me?! Because of this?"
"I said on hold. Nobody's breaking up with anybody." Jane visibly relaxed. "There's a book that you need to read. I'll ask Ginny if we still have it."
"Book? About what?"
"About me."
Jane grinned. "You want me to read your biography?"
Harry laughed. "No-no. I meant about me and Ginny. Or better say about polyamory. Don't remind me of those abominable things."
"Read some of them?"
"Like hell I would."
"But no to putting anything on hold. I know where it can lead to. Just explain me with your own words."
"I'm bad at explaining."
"No you're not."
"Sure I am. I've been thinking that I explained it all already. And overall all this boyfriend-girlfriend terminology seems kind of childish. We're dating, yes. But, to be honest, it's a bit weird to be your boyfriend."
Jane looked with hurt in her eyes. "Because I'm not a complete woman?"
"Merlin! Honestly, would you forget that part? I mean, I hardly remembered it myself. And no, not because of that. I mean, look at us, at our age. I was a boyfriend when I was dating in Hogwarts. And now that word seems a bit weird. That is what I mean."
Jane smiled with relief. "That's just how language works. You don't have to take it literally. I see that you're not a boy. If that's what hurts your ego."
Harry snorted. "My ego? No... Not because of that. Just you're not a girl and I'm not a boy anymore."
"Yeah-yeah. I got it. But as I've said, it's how language is. We give words meaning, not the other way around. You're my boyfriend simply because we're dating. The fact that you're 35 doesn't go into the equation. But if you don't like it so much... I dunno. You can be for instance my partner instead of a boyfriend. But that sounds way too official."
Chapter: A dinner
"Didn't want to wake you. Sorry," whispered Harry as he was putting on his trousers. He stepped away so that the buckle of his belt wouldn't hit the bedframe again.
"It's okay," Jane mumbled.
"Go back to sleep."
Jane sat up yawning. "Nah... Want to eat something?"
"Going to eat at work."
"Oh, come on. I'm already up."
Harry stared at her for a second. "Well, okay. Then something light as usual."
...
They were finishing breakfast as Harry remembered what he had to ask last night. "Almost forgot. Want to come to dinner?"
Jane raised her sleepy eyes away from her half-finished cup of coffee, and looked at him a bit confused. "Haven't we been to a restaurant just this Wednesday?"
"No-no. I was talking about having dinner at my place."
"Huh?"
"Meet Ginny and stuff."
Jane stared at him like he has grown a second head, her vestiges of sleepiness evaporating in an instant. "Are you out of your mind?"
"Why? Don't want to?"
"I..." She stared at Harry with wide eyes, trying to find the right words. "Nevermind me, what she's going to say to this??"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Have some shame! You want to bring me, essentially your mistress, to have dinner with your wife!!"
"Merlin, Jane." Harry sighed deeply. "You're not my mistress, but girlfriend. And Ginny's boyfriend is going to be there too." Jane's jaw now truly dropped. "What's with the reaction? How many more times do I have to say that I and Ginny are open? I'm not cheating by being with you! Merlin, I'm going to buy that book for you since we can't find it. It's like my words bounce off you sometimes."
"And you... I mean her boyfriend... And..." Jane huffed at the way she stammered. She took a few breaths and asked calmly, "Have you met him?"
"Sure. Couple of times. He's a muggle though, so you'd have to keep yourself in check in that regard."
"I... Well, thanks for asking, but I don't think others would appreciate me in a group setting."
"What? Why not?"
"Harry, I'm grateful that you're the way you are. But others not like that. Believe me, I know."
"You can just say no if you don't want to come. I'm not forcing you, right? That's why I'm asking."
"That's not the problem. I'm not saying that this is necessary going to be the case, but it's likely others won't like me because of it."
"It? What are you talking about?"
"I have a penis!" She almost screamed, her face got red.
Harry squinted at her. "And?" And then it downed on him. "God, Jane, I meant dinner as I said dinner. There won't be a group sex before or afterwards, or anything like what you seemed to have imagined."
"Really?" Jane said smiling, feeling like a lot of weight got off her shoulders.
"I can ask if you want, but we practically never do it."
"No. Don't ask."
"Either way they wouldn't agree to fool around before they even got to know you."
"No-no. Forget about it."
"Good. But, Merlin..." Harry chuckled shaking his head. "I'm asking her about dinner and she assumes it's going to be an orgy..."
"Sorry," she mumbled blushing a little.
"Dirty mind you've got there." Harry patted her head.
"I have?!" she said dismayed. "You've made me masturbate in public on our... How should I call it? A date?"
"Mmm... Yes, you may call it that."
"... On our fifth? ... Yes, on our fifth date!"
"Oh... Don't act as if you didn't like it."
"That's not the point. I don't have a dirty mind. At least you're not the one who can accuse me of that."
"I'm not accusing. It's a praise. You're a cumslut after all." Jane blushed heavily. "Those were your own words."
"I can't believe I've said it to you so easily that day. The first day we met!"
"That wasn't the first day. I mean, even if we disregard Hogwarts because I don't remember you, I -"
"Yeah-yeah. I forgot. Still. It's like after cumming my tongue got loose."
Harry grinned. "Plus there was alcohol."
"I think I wanted to impress you, Merlin knows why I was thinking that was the way to do it."
"I was plenty impressed with your blowjob technic." Harry hugged her tightly and kissed her temple. "I can only be grateful that you're so good at it, ain't I? My cumslut."
"Thanks," she mumbled.
"Not many, and I sure don't blame them, let me use their mouth as if it were a twat, like you can." Harry felt her stiffened in his arms and pulled away to look at her. "What?"
"Nothing."
Harry grunted. "Oh, come on... This again? Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I'm perfectly fine with the way you are! More than fine!"
"No-no. Forget it. Just touched a bad memory."
"Anyway, it was actually Ginny who asked me to invite you."
"Really?"
"Sure. We've been dating for eight months. So she knows that we're serious. Before you, the longest relationship I've had went for less than half a year. Not counting Ginny of course. So, coming to dinner or not?"
"Yes. It's going to be awkward, but I'll manage."
"It won't be. Just be yourself and Ginny's going to like you. I don't know Brian all that well to judge though. I just hope it's not going to be like the last time."
"Last time?"
"Remember I told you about Lisa?" She nodded. "Well, we had a similar dinner. One thing led to another and Ginny's boyfriend at that time, I don't remember his name, started a thing with Lisa. A month later he left Ginny and Lisa left me." Jane's face contorted as she tried to keep herself in check and not burst with laughter. Which didn't escape Harry's notice. "Yeah-yeah... Laugh all you want."
Finally she wasn't able to hold back anymore and began to laugh. "Sorry-sorry..." she mumbled through chortling as she tried to stop.
Harry waved his hand. "Whatever. I see how it might be funny. So try not to fall for him."
She grinned. "Don't worry."
Chapter:
"Do I strike you as somebody who's going to have kids? And Ginny?" said Harry.
"Really? Not even one?" asked Jane with surprise. Harry nodded. "But... If you can have them, then why not?"
Harry chuckled. "You sound like Molly, it's Ginny's mom. Every time she sees any of us the first question is when are we going to get kids already. Ginny doesn't want to tell her that we don't plan on having any."
"Well, accidents happen."
Harry smirked. "Such accidents get unhappen pretty easily. Have in fact several times."
"You mean abortions?"
"Sure..." Jane stared at him with wide eyes and Harry raised an eyebrow at her reaction. "Don't tell me you one of those."
"Those?"
"On the other hand. I doubt one of those would have Peter Singer on their bookshelf. So I guess you aren't."
"I still don't get who THOSE are."
Chapter:
"When I'm going to meet your mom?" asked Harry.
"I'm sure you already have," she said grinning.
"I'm serious. You said yourself that she's been asking about me."
"No, she's been bugging me about somebody I'm dating. She doesn't know it's you. That's the problem."
"An easily rectifiable one."
"I don't ask to meet your parents, right?"
Harry stared at her pointedly for several moments. "Gonna rephrase it?"
"Why?" And then she gasped. "Merlin! I'm sorry! I..."
"Relax. It happens."
"I really fucked up. Sorry."
"I said already, relax. Back to your mom."
"You aren't mad?"
"I don't get mad at non-malicious stuff. Forget it already."
Jane sighed, once again thanking heavens for the way Harry was. In the past 10 months, ever since she first saw him stepping into the Three Broomsticks, he hasn't raised his voice at her even once, but deep down she still feared that one day he might.
"I myself only recently understood what we're having. My mom though... I know her. There's nothing we might say that would make her not to look at me as your mistress in our relationship."
"Well, it's you who's been complaining that she bugs you about me. So if you don't want to, I won't insist."
"Thanks."
"But keep in mind that one day, and I'm not saying that I'm going to do it intentionally, but it's going to happen."
"Happen? What's going to happen?"
"Ah, I didn't say? I meant that she's going to find out. Just last week ago she almost barged in as I was dressing up."
"I remember, I'm sorry. I asked her not to do that again."
"You have nothing to be sorry about. Mainly because it's you who's hiding me."
"I'm not hiding I just..."
"I never had a girlfriend who's ashamed of me before," he said and pouted playfully.
"I already said that it's not that."
Harry pouted even more.
Chapter: Soggy biscuit
"Not since February?!" said Harry taken aback and raised himself on his elbows looking at Jane. But he was barely able to see her outline in the darkness of the bedroom.
"Yes," said Jane.
"But that's..." He dropped back onto his pillow. "I got to know you in January, so it's been over a year!"
"So?" She reached to her right and turned on a bedside lamp on a dim setting.
"What do you mean SO?!" Now being able to see her, Harry propped himself on one elbow and looked at her. "Why not? You even asked me, if I remember correctly, if I was against it. And I said that I was not."
Jane shrugged. "Seemed like a right thing to do."
"Right thing?" Harry squinted at her. "If you're restraining yourself on my account, then it was just a stupid thing to do." Jane shrugged once again. "You've never mentioned it, so I just assumed you didn't want me to pry and never asked. But I was sure you weren't leading a celibate life."
Jane chortled. "Celibate life?"
"I meant besides me."
"Why is it even important? I'm perfectly content with you only." Harry huffed. "Why? How many women... or men have you slept with over the last year?"
"With you AND Ginny I don't have time anyway. And you know that it isn't easy for me to go straight to sex, so I don't really seek one-night stands."
"And I have you, that's enough."
"How can it be? I'm with you barely half the time!"
"I like my alone time as well. It's perfect for me."
"But you like giving head. When I'm not around, don't you want to blow some of your customers like before?" Jane shrugged nonplussed. "I recently even wanked thinking of you blowing someone during working hours."
"Really?"
"Sure. It wasn't very realistic, but you know how fantasies can be."
Jane grinned. "Do tell."
"You don't want to know the details." Harry berated himself for mentioning it now.
"Now that you say this, I think I actually do."
"Some of them are... Well, not the kind one tells his girlfriend."
"Oh, it's me who you're talking to... And you already said that you imagined me with some other man."
"That's not the problem."
Jane started to rub his upper arm gently. "Come on, just one? The last one?"
Harry hesitated for a moment, but then covered his eyes with left hand and mumbled, "Ah, what the hell. But beware, you asked me, so -"
"Yes-yes. Out with it." She with excitement sat upright with her legs crossed.
"Well, you were working morning shift and -"
"I work only evenings."
"I know. It's a fantasy, okay? It's the least unrealistic thing in there." Jane grinned and made a zip-motion over her mouth. "Anyway. A couple came for breakfast. Husband and wife, or boyfriend and girlfriend. Doesn't matter. Anyway, they ordered a big plate of pancakes for the two of them. Then... No. It's really too embarrassing."
"Harry!"
Harry huffed. "Then after you brought them their pancakes, they bickered who was going to do it. Finally you mediated them and bla-bla-bla, so both ended up alternating sucking you off."
"What?!"
"Yep. They argued about who was going to stroke your cock, but you said you were going to let them suck on it if they stop arguing. You tucked your skirt under your belt and they took turns blowing you in broad daylight with lots of other customers around, then you finished on their pancakes. Much more than normally possible. You drenched their pancakes. Then they ate them."
"So you like the idea of a witch going down on me?"
"Ehm... Is this the thing that bothers you in my fucked-up fantasy?"
Jane waved her hand dismissively. "I know that you've got a thing for exhibitionism. Well, at least for exhibitionism of me. ... Wait! You said that in your fantasy I was blowing somebody, not the other way around."
"Well, I have a rich imagination. You asked me to tell the last one. This thing with pancakes was it. But about you giving head - it's quite mundane. Like - oh, I don't have change to give you, you're the first customer today, so maybe a blowjob will do? Or a small group was celebrating a bachelor party, one thing led to another, and they played a soggy biscuit, only this time you were the biscuit."
"Soggy biscuit?"
"You don't know?" She shook her head. "It's a game in which blokes... I never played in one, but sure would've given the chance. Anyway, blokes wank simultaneously and finish on something edible, usually a biscuit, thus the name, and the one who cums last has to eat the thing." Jane's jaw dropped. "It doesn't even have to be on food, maybe just in a cup. Really haven't heard of this one? Maybe under a different name?"
"Not even close..."
"So in that fantasy you played a role of a biscuit, meaning that they came in your mouth, but you spit it into a glass for the loser to drink. Naturally you ended up swallowing half of their cum in the process."
"Sounds like fun..."
"You said you weren't going to judge!"
"I wasn't! I really do find it hot."
"Really? You like it too?"
Jane shrugged. "Why not? I haven't been more than with one man at a time though."
"And what about the original soggy biscuit game?"
"Hot too!"
Harry grinned. "Exactly! Damn shame that I never got to participate in one. I would've tried to lose on purpose."
"You don't like cum."
"Stop repeating it like mantra. I like it fine, just not as much as you and not its taste. I still find it hot." He sighed wishfully. "My roommates watching me eat their cum and -"
"Roommates?"
"Well, it's sort of a chicken game that's supposed to be played by straights. And my friends now know that I'm bi, so it loses most of the original appeal. And the chicken part wouldn't work on me now. I know it's a bit weird saying this at my age. And it's not like I imagined it at my first years in Hogwarts. I learned about the game in my eighth year after all. On the other hand, if winning, the idea of a straight bloke eating my cum is also quite exciting."
"You seem to have really liked the idea."
"Like you wouldn't believe. I can't count the amount of times I wanked imaging some version of that game. ... For instance - the main one - I'm the last one, everybody's eyes are on me as I keep wanking - hot! Then I cum and everybody watches - hot! Then they watch as I eat the biscuit - hot! You get the idea."
"Yeah-yeah. Your inner exhibitionist shows his true colors."
Harry grinned. "You can say that. Although I'd put it further down the list. Anyway, months go by, we keep playing this game and I always end up losing, but I want to keep playing saying that one day I'm going to win and that they have to give me a chance to win - they do. I, of course, wank before each game, to let out some steam and not blow too early. Some time later I with resignation admit that I'm not going to win, but since we all have been wanking every Saturday for many months I -"
"You're saying as if that all really happened. And why Saturday?"
"I just like my fantasies to be thorough. And in Hogwarts it was always the least hectic day, at least that was how it was in Gryffindor. But it isn't important. Anyway, I suggest to just keep wanking, only skip the middle part and for them to finish straight into my mouth, and they... No. Stop. I forgot a detail. My fantasy progressed gradually as I accepted my bi-ness so to speak. Anyway, another Saturday night and we were about to play the game, as we discover that Neville forgot to bring any biscuits, it was his turn or something."
"The one that's now works at Hogwarts?"
"Yep. He's known for his forgetfulness. And since we can't conjure or transfigure edible food, we can't play the game. Someone starts to argue and accuses Neville that it's his fault. I try to appease them and say that given the record I either way most likely am going to lose, so if they want -"
"Merlin, you do like those corny-porny situations," she said grinning.
"You asked for it. Should I stop?" She shook her head. "Anyway, as to not to ruin the evening I suggest for them to wank as usual but to finish in my mouth. They agree." Harry grinned. "It's nice that in fantasies they always agree. They surround me as I kneel, they wank and all cum in my mouth. And as to keep in spirit of the game, I finish in my hand and also eat it. Bla-bla-bla, time goes by, we use actual biscuits less and less, and they get so used to finishing in my mouth, and for me sometimes to lick a stray drop of cum right off their cocks. One of them accidentally misses and blows a half of his load on my face. I pout and he says that he's sorry, while three others are watching, he with his finger scoops his cum off my face and lets me suck it off, again and again, until there's nothing left. You know how it is with fantasies, one has to up the ante or come up with completely new ideas.
"One of them after wanking for a while laments that something-and-something, and he doesn't think he can finish from wanking for whatever reason, so after some back and forth I" - Harry made air-quotes - "reluctantly agree to help, and end up blowing him while others watch. Justifying it by saying that I got used to finishing last and can't until all four of them cum. Then others, who already came, protest that it isn't fair, so I agree to blow them as well next time we play the game. After that day handjobs and blowjobs take place of them wanking. I even imagined getting my face fucked, up until I learned that I gag too easily and can't do it at all. I still find the idea hot though. Back to the game - some months later we reach the culmination of the fantasy and I can't raise the stakes no more. And we still call it a soggy biscuit to keep appearances, mind you, only by the updated rules I end up being spit-roasted."
Jane furrowed her eyebrows. "Spit-roasted? You want to take it up your bum?"
"Sure, why not? Once in a while I don't mind to."
"You mean not in a fantasy?"
"Yeah. I did have a few of real cocks up there."
Jane stared at him with wide eyes. "But you've never said that!"
"I know that you don't want to do it, so why mention it? And you haven't asked."
"I..."
"Don't worry about it."
"Would you want me to?"
"Only if you want to."
Jane hesitated a little. "... I don't really."
"Big news. I said I know it already. Besides, Ginny pegs me from time to time."
"Okay-okay, lets leave it for another time. Back to the biscuit game."
"This was pretty much it if we're talking only about how the fantasy started."
"No, that I got. I kinda feel a bit weird that you've got all those elaborate fantasies involving your Hogwarts roommates."
"Why?"
"I mean not with the fact that they were your roommates in Hogwarts, but that it takes place in Hogwarts."
"It's just the origin of what I told you about soggy biscuit. It's not like I wank to teens or something. Honestly, at first before you said that you were just three years younger than me, I had thought that you were too young for me. So it doesn't mean what you implied. It was my first fantasy involving me and men."
"Really?"
"Yep. I didn't know I was bi until the year Voldemort was gone. Maybe a bit earlier. And even then I didn't use this term at first. I just heard about this so-called fucked-up game, and, for unknown to me at the time reason, was not just disgusted by the idea, but excited too. Although at first, if I remember right, there was a girl involved. Not that it was according to the original rules, but without any reason a girl ended up eating the result of me and somebody else playing. Which quickly turned into me imaging being that girl. And then myself. It's like at first, before I accepted that I'm bi, this game gave me a permission to eat cum, to watch others wank. As if I wasn't doing it because I wanted to, just because those were the rules and I kept losing. So I HAD to do it as an honorable thing and bla-bla-bla. The same with giving blowjobs and so on."
Jane listened to him and at first she wasn't able to understand what exactly didn't sit right with her with what Harry said, but then it struck her. "Wait a second! You've said that you don't differentiate between men and women! On our first -"
"Well, I don't NOW. But like most I was taught that boys liked girls and not boys or both. So I lived my life by it, until I couldn't anymore. I did fancy boys too, but just kinda didn't know what it was at the time." She stared at him with evident skepticism. "Don't be surprised. A few years back I had a small thing with a man who was also bi, and my cock was literally the first he ever sucked. He was about my age, so close to thirty at the time. And not that he avoided men until then; according to him, and I believed him, he just didn't know that he was bisexual. I showed him the ropes. He even fucked me a few times." Harry smiled dreamily. "Good lad. He moved back to New Zealand, so I haven't seen him since."
"Why am I learning about this all only now?"
"I once tried to ask about your fantasies, but you switched the subject as you often do when you don't want to talk about something. So I didn't push and never shared mine."
"I'm not talking about that. Although that too. But mainly I mean that you could've told me that you like being bottom at anal sex."
"We're already established that you're not interested in this."
"I still would've liked to know it."
Harry shrugged. "Didn't think you would. Sorry."
"Is there something like this that I don't know about you?"
"I don't think there is. But you're free to ask anything you want."
"Okay-okay. I might've overreacted."
"You don't mind that I fantasize about you being with other men?"
Jane shrugged. "Not really. Why? You've got more of such fantasies?"
Harry snorted. "Loads. Should I keep going?"
"Why not? We rarely stop at just one thing most of the time anyway."
Harry grinned. "Okay... Let's see... Another bachelor party in the Three Broomsticks. They invited a stripper-slash-prostitute who hasn't showed up, so you took her place to some extent. Ah, and also they paid you beforehand to serve topless, so the transition for you to give them blowjobs wasn't too out of place. They become more and more drunk and made more and more passes on you, until you relented and agreed to blow the groom. You're all flustered as you suck the groom off surrounded by a cheering crowd of his friends. Then one of them writes with a marker CUMSLUT just above your tits and between serving them drinks, you satisfy any willing with your mouth."
"You know, while I work, drunks do try to flirt, if this term is even applies here, it isn't fun to say the least."
"It's a fantasy..."
"Yes-yes. Just wanted to say it. Anyway, and where are you in all this or just like incorporeal observer?"
"Naturally I'm there as well. Watching as you get face-fucked. Nothing too rough. You know that I'm not into that. Just gently nudges helping my favourite barmaid to swallow some cock."
"It's a night of revelations! First I learn that you want to have a cock in your bum, now that you're into cuckolding."
"Huh? No I'm not. I mean the second one. It isn't cuckolding at all."
"It kinda is from what you told me."
"Nope, but first of all -"
"You literally said that you want be present and watch me give head to others. I kinda missed that as you mentioned that you wanked thinking of me blowing my customers."
"Okay, even if it is cuckolding, what's wrong with that?"
"Ehm... I'm just saying that you kept if for yourself for so long."
"That's beside the point, but my motive... Can I even call it motive? Anyway, you get the gist. My main thing is to watch you to enjoy yourself. And it can't be cuckolding if I don't consider it cheating and don't feel humiliated by it. I mean, by that logic you should've said that I'm into cuckolding because Ginny has a boyfriend."
"Mmm... Yes, I guess you're right. Although you don't watch her having sex with somebody else, right?"
"Barely ever now, but at the beginning we were often swinging together. I mean at the beginning of opening up our relationship. Then we talked and sort of came to an agreement that is our current one. It suits us better."
Jane went silent for a while, digesting everything. Then she said as if to make sure, "You really want me to give somebody else a blowjob? And watch it?"
"Sure. But only if you would do it for your own sake, not because I want to watch. Otherwise it loses all the appeal."
"I mean not in a fantasy, but in real life."
"I was talking about real life. But! I know you well, so don't try to pull some shite on me and blow somebody because you think I want to watch."
"I w-"
"I would see the difference. And I would not like it one bit."
"I didn't even say I was going to do it. It's just a hypothetical."
Chapter:
"Merlin, how I missed your blowjobs..." said a ginger towering over Jane. She looked up, and she would've smiled, if her mouth wasn't so wide open as she with both hands was also stroking the thick long shaft. "I had thought that I wouldn't experience your deft little tongue ever again."
Harry was slowly rubbing his cock through the pants standing about five steps away from them under his invisibly cloak. They agreed to have fun right afterwards, so he decided only to watch, even though now and then his primitive side tried to make him stop with the nonsense, pull his cock out and wank already.
But the man was too quick. Before even the third minuted ended he let out a few stifled grunts and then the blowjob ended.
Harry didn't know if this was because he wasn't looking at Jane from the top down as he was while she went down on him, or she just so longed for a cock other than Harry's, that she practically glowed as the man orgasmed into her mouth. Either way Harry was glad to be able to see that.
Jane clearly enjoyed the blowjob almost as much as the man himself, and with relish swallowed his load. She didn't forget to turn a little to the spot Harry was standing at, to show him her mouthful before she gulped it down, just like Harry asked her to.
Jane took the man's hand and helped her to stand up. Her cheeks were blazing, mainly because she knew that Harry was witnessing it, as she held an open palm of her hand to the man. He smiled and after rummaging in his pocket put a coin on her hand. After saying that he was ready for a repeat at any time and thanking her, the man left.
"I didn't think it was so overtly transactional," said Harry taking off his cloak.
"Ah, this." She smiled looking at a coin and pocketed it. "It's just nominal."
"Does he know that?"
Jane snorted. "Of course he does. No prostitute, well, certainly not anybody like me, gets paid so little. He knows that I just like getting paid. Makes me feel vindicated."
"Huh? What for?"
"Talk about it later. Let's go upstarts or I'm going to explode."
Harry smirked. "Liked it?"
"I always like giving head. I just never did while being watched. It was HOT! Did you like it?"
He snorted. "Are you asking whether I enjoyed watching my girlfriend sucking on an enormous shlong?"
"I want to hear it."
"Yes, damn it, very much so!" Harry slapped her bum gently, prompting her out of the door.
Jane looked out of the pantry, cast a Homenum revelio and satisfied with the result, cast locking charm at the entrance. Harry followed her to the back door and then upstairs.
They lunged at each other and started to make out just as they stepped through the entrance the her flat. Stumbling while eating each other's face they gradually reached the couch. Harry sat down, spun Jane around and pulled her panties down. Then pulled her down to sit on him with her back on his chest. With her on his lap he started stroking her cock gently.
"Better fuck me," she mumbled.
"No. I wanna make you cum first."
"That's exactly what I want. I feel that you're hard."
Harry snorted. "Of course I'm hard. But no. I want to do it like this." Harry nibbled on her earlobe and then whispered straight into her ear. "You were glorious. Working such a giant cock..."
"You asked... for somebody... with a big one."
"I know. I didn't expect him to be this big."
"He has the... biggest cock I ever seen with my own eyes."
"Me too. The only drawback is that I wanted to see a proper deep-throating with face-fucking."
"There's no way I can do it... with him."
"Yes. I get it. As I've said, I just didn't expect him to be this enormous. I bet he can lick it himself."
Jane chuckled. "I haven't even thought about it... He might be able to." She grabbed his wrist, stopping the stroking, and turned back to look at him. "Come on, why don't you want to fuck me?"
"Today you're cumming like this."
She pouted. "Is it because I was with another man?"
"Don't talk nonsense. You know very well that I would've joined you. I mean blowing him. And now you're -"
"Really?!"
"Why are you even surprised? I mean, he's not that attractive to me. Can I even say it like that? Better say that I'm not that attracted to him, but his cock looked nice, even if it's too big. ... Get off me for a moment."
Jane obeyed and Harry started to unbuckle his pants. As they with the boxers were off Rose's face brightened. "So are we going to have sex -"
"No." Harry patted his lap. "Hop on. Oh, and take off your skirt as well."
Jane looked a bit miffed as she sat on Harry's lap, this time facing him. Harry grabbed her bum and pulled her closer, until their cocks touched. Then he grabbed both with one hand and started to stroke them together.
"What's with the expression? Kiss me and it's -"
Jane looked at him now almost angry. "I'm not your toy!"
Harry stopped and looked at her taken aback. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Why you're turning me down like this?! Without even giving a reason!"
"Turning you down?"
"Yes! And don't want to fuck me!"
"You know that I don't like anal sex that often. We fucked just last time."
"That's it?"
"Well, yeah..."
"Then tell this to me instead of bossing me around!"
"Okay-okay... I was thinking that you knew and just wanted to -" Jane didn't let him finish as she started to kiss him.
Harry resumed stroking them both, each felt the heat of the other's cock on their own. For a minute they went like that, then Jane broke the kiss and sneaked her hand under Harry's, grabbing his cock. Harry followed her example and took only hers. With their foreheads connected both slowly gave each other a handjob.
"Why do you even want to fuck so often?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"No, I didn't mean it like that. I know that you like it, but you've said yourself that me going down on you feels better."
"Well yes, but I didn't say better, I said different. And nothing is as intimate when you're inside of me."
"You deep-throat me. So it's the same thing, only from a different end."
"It's not the same at all. And and you know it."
"Nope. I can't deep-throat."
"Stop being facetious, alright?"
"Want a blowjob?"
"Nah... Feels good like this too. I can give you one if you want."
"I think you've had enough cocks in your mouth for one day."
"Good thing that with his size he doesn't last long. Or any blowjob would turn into a handjob."
"Does he taste good?"
"Mmm... You I like better for sure."
"I don't doubt that. But I was asking -"
Jane squeezed Harry's cock hard. "Let's not talk about Basil now, alright?"
Chapter: Polyjuice
"I've got a question, but first, I want to say that there's no underlying meaning. I am just curious and what to know you better. Okay?" said Harry as he was lying beside Jane on their bed on Saturday morning that was slowly turning into noon.
Jane rolled her eyes. "I'm not five. Out with the question."
"It's just might be a sensitive topic for you, so... I just don't want you to get upset, so if you don't want to talk about it, say it right away, okay?"
"Treat me like an adult maybe? If it's not a loaded question, then I'm good."
"Polyjuice. ... I want to talk about it."
"Ah... Well, you want me to use it?"
"No-no! As I've said, I was just curios and -"
"Will you relax already? I'm not made of porcelain."
"Okay. I wanted to know whether you used it. Why not or why did you stop. Things like this."
"Sure... I've nothing to hide. I, of course, thought about using it for years. But I never tried it."
"Can you, you know, say your reasons?"
"First thing - who do I turn into? It's not like I can turn only waist down, or neck down. Second and more serious is its side effects."
"It has side effects?"
Jane snorted. "Unfortunately. But I have to start from different angle. You know that I love chocolate candies, bars, things like that." He nodded. "And there's never any in here." Another nod. "It's because I can't control myself. Whatever the amount I have close by, I'd eat everything quite quickly. I have no willpower to such things. I'd talk myself that one more candy is nothing, and so a big bag would disappear in a day or two. I'm like an alcoholic, but with candy. And not just candy, but any other sweets that I like. Thank Merlin I'm not like that with the actual alcohol. Anyway, my main fear is that if I try Polyjuice, I might like it, and then there's no stopping. I'll keep drinking it til death."
"You mean all your life?"
"No... Well, technically yes, but it wouldn't be a long one. Side effects, I said already."
"I used Polyjuice a few times and I'm alright."
"The key part is that it was only a few times. Frequent use leads to some sort of dementia and then death. Not right away. Witches live on average a hundred years. So if I'd start to use the potion now, I'd essentially trade my remaining 70 years to three to five or so."
"Moody's impersonator used it a lot."
"A paragon of sanity. ... I know that some like me go to drastic measures. Use questionable rituals or Polyjuice. There are also some muggle methods I've heard. But not for me. I'm just a witch with a cock."
Chapter:
"What do you think about the fact that yours down there is bigger than mine?"
"Huh?" said Harry. "You mean my cock?"
"No, the size of your shoes... Yes! Of course I mean your cock."
"My shoes are also bigger. Anyway, I dunno. I don't think anything about it really. Why the question all of a sudden?"
"I was thinking..."
"Clearly. Don't tell me you insecure because my cock is bigger all of a sudden."
Jane blushed. "What? No! The other way around! I... Well, I was thinking how good it is that mine is smaller."
"Big news... You told me this long ago."
"Yes. I sort of want to know what do you feel about it."
"I said I don't think about it at all. It is what it is. What's to think?"
"That's not an answer."
"Really? What do you feel about butter being yellow?"
"Huh?"
Chapter:
"I and Ginny talked and decided that we are done dancing around."
Jane stared at Harry nonplussed. "I don't follow."
"About sneaking and hiding I mean. So no more. It doesn't mean that you have to do it too, but if you want, we can stop going into muggle world when we want to be together outside of our homes."
"I... Mmm... But it's bound to get to the newspapers!"
Harry shrugged. "We live for others or ourselves? I and Ginny had enough. Let them write and think what they want."
"But I..."
"I said it's an option for you. I won't force you to."
"Let's put aside that my mom would freak out if she finds out, that's one thing, but they are going to dig up the fact that I... You know."
"I don't care."
Chapter:
"Get up!" came a voice from behind the rattling door followed by loud knocking. "Jane! Open up!"
Harry froze in the middle of the living-room, his wand was in the bedroom. He wondered whether she would recognize his voice if he said that Jane wasn't there or if that might make the situation worse. But that line of thought was cut short by an Alohomora and the door swinging open.
Harry was surprised a bit, after all Jane assured him that her mom would never barge in. Madam Rosmerta though was shocked much more as she immediately recognized half-dressed disheveled Harry Potter.
"Morning?" said Harry smiling weakly.
She stared at him for several long seconds. "Ehm... Mr. Potter, I assume you've had too much to drink last night, there was a problem with the Floo, and my daughter kindly let you bunk on the couch?"
Harry indeed had too much alcohol last night at Hog's Head on Neville's birthday party, that is why Jane ten minutes ago went to buy him a potion against hangovers that was at the moment splitting his head in half. He wondered whether he should play along and say Yes.
"Not exactly," said Harry shrugging.
"Please, wake Jane up."
"She isn't here."
"And she left you here alone??"
At that moment sound of keys made both look at the door as it opened a moment later.
Jane's jaw dropped and she barely was able to hold onto the glass vial as she took in the picture of her mom and Harry only in his pyjama-bottoms standing a little behind her.
She strode past her mom and thrust the vial in Harry's hands. "I said not to let her in and just ignore it if she -" her hissing was interrupted as Harry let her know, quite audibly, that he didn't get the chance to do anything before Alohomora was used.
Jane spun around and looked scandalized at her mom. "What the hell?!"
"Mr. Potter, would you leave us for a minute?"
"I'll be in the ki-"
"He stays!" said Jane. "It's my mom who's leaving. Right??"
"Not yet."
"Do I barge into your place unannounced?! Did you forget how old I am? Or should I put wards against you now?"
"I've got an owl from a reporter asking questions about you. Does..." She stepped closer and whispered, "Does he" - she motioned with her head - "know about your special situation?"
"We've been together for over 2 years."
"By together you mean..."
"Yes, exactly that."
Madam Rosmerta gasped and looked at Harry. "Mr. Potter, you're married!"
Harry rolled his eyes, deciding to let Jane deal with it. "Do I judge who you sleep with? Harry doesn't too. This is nobody's business but our own!"
"Apparently not anymore," she waved a piece of parchment.
"I'll be in the kitchen," said Harry, and without waiting left them alone.

...

Jane entered the kitchen five minutes later. Harry grinned. "Met your mom after all."
Jane pursed her lips. "This is going to wipe your grin real quick." She slapped a parchment on the table.
"The potion works already, but I'm in no condition to read still."
"Somebody has seen us together. Merlin knows where, most likely in muggle world, since we go there most of the time. And this somebody is now digging into my past."
Harry shrugged. "I've said that I don't care anymore. We might as well -"
"Take it seriously!"
"We'll do whatever you say. I really don't care. Is your mom still there?"
"She left."
"Did you tell about us?"
"In a few words. Just as I thought she called me your mistress. Warned me that if somebody has seen us, then something similar to her letter your wife also might receive." She grinned. "Said to tell you to come clean with Ginny."
"Did you tell her -"
"Of course. She said that I'm too naive, and that irregardless of your good deeds in the past, now you're clearly a cheating bastard and a liar who is leading me on."
Harry grinned. "Good deeds?"
"Killing Voldemort and stuff."
"Ah... Well, say that you know Ginny personally and we've been -"
"Said that too. She said to stop with the ridiculous lies of covering up for you. As I've said, she didn't believe me one bit."
"But why not??"
"That's just her."
"Want me to talk to her?"
"She didn't believe her own daughter, do you think she's going to trust a word of a supposed adulterer?"
"She's a nice lady, she'd understand if I talk to her."
Jane snorted. "She's a nice lady to her customers. You still haven't talked to the real HER. ... Oh, I forgot the most fun part - you are gay."
Harry grinned. "Really? Since when?"
"According to my mom at least since you started fucking me."
"I'll keep that in mind. Bi men don't exist according to her, right?"
"Yep. So don't forget to come clean with Ginny on that front as well."
"I hope she would take it well..."
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