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The Happiest Day of His Life	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 21151 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Once they’d freshened up a bit, Harry and Ginny made their way to the main room of the pub, where their guests were starting to appear. As the evening progressed, Harry couldn’t help look at his wife in a new way. True, she had betrayed him and passively humiliated him, but that was swamped by his own arousal. Knowing that his wife was a self-proclaimed slut also thrilled him, and he wanted to be sure to please her later on, though part of him also wanted to fail. With that in mind, and while guests were still arriving, he drew Horace Slughorn away from the other guests.

“Erm…Horace,” he started, “I have a favor to ask.”

“Anything, my boy!” Chortled the rotund man.

“It’s…delicate, and a little embarrassing, but…” he paused, trying to think of the best way to phrase things. “Tonight is really important, and I want to bring my ‘A Game,’ if you follow me.”

Slughorn nodded, knowingly, and Harry continued.

“I’m not saying there’s anything wrong in the, erm, downstairs department, but is there some kind of potion you know of that makes sure everything works at its top potential? Or that makes it last longer?”

Slughorn chuckled.

“Want to make sure you can keep up with the wife after a night of drink, eh? I always thought young miss Weasley was a firecracker. I know just the thing. Primes the system like nothing else and lets you go as long as you want. Doesn’t guarantee an encore, but I think I have enough for a few doses. Let me just…”

He looked around momentarily before tapping a passing house elf on the shoulder — the elves had been leant by Hogwarts for the evening to assist the staff of the Three Broomsticks with a crowd of nearly five hundred. He whispered in the elf’s ear briefly and it nodded before popping out of sight with a small crack. She was back a moment later with a stoppered bottle, which she handed to Slughorn. He pulled out the cork and gave it a sniff, nodding with satisfaction.

“Have a good swig of this right before you head for you get started. Let me know if you need more for the honeymoon, it only takes five minutes to brew.”

He patted Harry on the shoulder and headed in the direction of the canapés. Harry tucked the vial into the inside chest pocket of his jacket and returned to the crowd gathered around Ginny. He almost tripped when he saw Dudley at one of the tables with Lavender Brown nearly in his lap.

The reception was an absolute smash. Harry had booked the Weird Sisters to play, and there were enormous amounts of food and an inexhaustible supply of every kind of alcohol imaginable. He and Ginny danced and snogged, and listened to toast after toast. Harry danced not only with Ginny, but also with Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, Luna, Parvati, Padma, Cho, Professor McGonnogal, Professor Sprout, Susan Bones, Katie Bell, Fleur and Gabrielle, and several others. He’d almost been flattened by Hagrid and Madame Maxime when the sight of Ginny dancing with Dudley briefly distracted him. The two were dancing in a perfectly acceptable manner if one ignored the way their eyes stared hungrily at each other.

Harry was slightly embarrassed, but thankful, for the barrage of sexual advice that was rained down on him during the dances and in various quiet conversations. Lee Jordan, Dean, Fleur, and, to his horror, Professor Sprout, all had good advice that he filed away.

By one in the morning, the festivities were finally beginning to die down, and most of the guests had either apparated, flooed, or portkeyed home. Harry had seen Dudley leave some time ago. Ginny was sitting with Luna and Demelza, giggling, and Ron and Hermione were wrapped around each other in a corner. Harry caught Ginny’s eye and she nodded.

“It’s time for us to go!” She called out to the few remaining guests. “Drinks are on us until two, and Rosmerta has rooms for anyone who needs one. Thanks so much for coming, we love you all!”

Harry collected his jacket and Ginny’s purse from the chair where they’d been left and pulled her tight.

“Ready to go, Mrs. Potter?” He asked.

“Take me away, Mr. Potter!”

With a pop, they apparated, arriving moments later in a deserted alley outside their Paris hotel, the first stop on their honeymoon.

Harry escorted Ginny to the door, and ushered her into the lobby.

The pretty, young receptionist smiled as they entered.

“Bonsoir,” she said. “You are Monsieur and Mademoiselle Potter, non?”

Harry nodded and she slid a key card across the desk to him.

“You have the Chambre de Lune de Miel. Your luggage arrived some time ago and has been taken to your rooms. The top floor. Enjoy your stay,” she added with a wink.

Harry and Ginny teetered to the elevator and wrapped themselves around each other as it ascended. They tumbled into their suite, already deep in the throes of passion. Ginny giggled as Harry groped her breasts.

“Let me go freshen up,” she said, pushing him away playfully. Harry grinned and gave her butt a squeeze as she sashayed into the wash room. He opened a bottle of water and drank deeply and reached into his jacket pocket for the potion only to find the pocket empty. In a panic, he pulled off the jacket and felt through every pocket. He even felt around in the lining to see if the vial had slipped down.

In final desperation he apparated as quietly as he could back to the Three Broomsticks. The guests had all departed and the room was a mess.

“Accio virility potion!” He hissed, jabbing his wand.

Nothing.

He scrambled around, searching for a few moments, and trying variations on the summoning charm to no avail. He briefly considered going to Professor Slughorn again, but he didn’t know whether the man was at Hogwarts — he’d have to run all the way across the grounds to reach the castle — or his home. Either way, it would take longer than he had.

Finally, admitting defeat he grabbed a bottle of chilled elven champagne as an excuse for his departure, and apparated back to the hotel. Ginny was still in the wash room, so he popped the cork out of the bottle and poured two glasses. He downed his quickly and refilled it, sipping thoughtfully.

He’d managed to get harder and bigger than ever before that afternoon. If he got Ginny talking dirty, and ate her out until she was right on the edge, he could probably satisfy her. He could think about her and Dudley, too, if he needed any extra encouragement. After a moment, he had another thought and conjured a cock ring, thinking that the extra girth and the increased difficulty in cumming would give him the edge he needed.

Just as he was thinking that, Ginny emerged. She was still wearing the heels and stockings that she’d had under her dress, but she’d swapped her panties for a crotchless thong with two strands of pearls in place of a gusset, and had donned a lacy white bustier, which pushed up her small breasts, and a white lace collar. She grinned at Harry and accepted the champagne he offered, gulping it down.

“Ready to claim your wife?” She asked.

Harry took her glass from her and set it with his own on a side table before tackling her into the bed, kissing her hard. He pressed her into the bed and brought groped her breasts, eliciting moans from the little minx. One hand ventured down to find her pussy practically gushing, and he thrust two fingers straight in, curling them upward (as Professor Sprout, of all people, had suggested). Ginny’s eyes shot open.

“Right there! Fuck! Right there!”

Harry pumped his hand hard, latching his mouth on her nipple and biting gently. In moments, Ginny’s pussy was gushing liquid. As her first orgasm washed over her, he decided to try one of the tricks Fleur had suggested and grabbed her throat with one hand while the other continued to thrust into her pussy. He squeezed gently and Ginny’s eyes rolled in another intense orgasm. He transitioned his efforts at that point, sliding down her body to add his tongue to the equation, licking, sucking, and nibbling on her clit.

As Ginny continued to thrash in pleasure, he felt himself getting harder and harder. He was going to do it! She’d be his completely! He just knew it!

Without stopping his assault on her cunt, Harry managed to shed his clothes and secure the cock ring around his member, engorging it at least as much as it had been that afternoon.

“Come on and fuck me already!” Panted Ginny. “Fuck me, Harry!”

He stood, pulling her legs into the air and thrust into her. The feeling was indescribable. Ginny’s pussy was so warm, and tight, and wet. She moaned as he began to pump as hard as he could. He could feel her pussy contracting and spasming around his cock. Resting her legs on his shoulders, he took hold of her neck with one hand and used the other to rub her clit. Her moans continued, urging him on.

“You like that?” He growled. Dirty talk was foreign to him, but she clearly got off on it, and he was going to try. “You like getting fucked? Get on your hands and knees!”

She obeyed, presenting her ass to him. He spanked her quickly on both cheeks before thrusting back into her moist tunnel. He pushed her head down, causing her back to arch further and letting his cock press deeper into her. She continued to moan and she reached up under herself to rub her clit.

“Harder!” She ordered, and Harry did his best to comply.

He pounded into his wife with all of his strength, driving his cock in to its full length with each thrust, spanking her ass until it shone red, and squeezing her neck. The cock ring had done its work, but even so, he could feel his orgasm building. He wanted to see Ginny’s face when he came, so he flipped her back over, holding her knees up to give himself the deepest possible angle. With a deep, guttural grunt, he came, pumping his semen into her, and collapsing atop her. He rolled to the side and lay there panting.

“That was amazing!” He said.

In reply, Ginny sat up, kissed him hard on the mouth and straddled him. She stared at him hungrily for a moment and then, to Harry’s shock, jumped up, planting her pussy directly over his mouth, grinding her hairy, cum-filled hole into his face.

“You tried,” she said, “and you started off well! You’re really getting good with that tongue, but your cock just isn’t good enough! Even with a cock ring you can’t last long enough to make me cum. Now clean my pussy!”

“I’m sorry, Ginny,” moaned Harry, trying to free himself from under her. He could taste his cum and could feel it smeared on his face. She took hold of his head and held him still with one hand while the other grabbed his cock and balls and squeezed tightly.

“No apologies. I gave you a chance to prove you were enough of a man for me and you failed. And call me Mistress. Now. Clean. My. Cunt.”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Harry, despondently. He had tried so hard, but he had failed. He couldn’t satisfy his wife with his cock. The humiliation washed over him as he sucked at her pussy, tasting the cum that dribbled out into his mouth. His cock was hardening again. She swiveled around to stare at his cock and continued to gyrate on his face.

“Look at this cock,” she said, slapping it. “This is as big as it gets…even with help, and it’s barely big enough for me to feel inside of me. You pathetic little bitch…that’s it! Eat you filthy cum out of my cunt! If you hadn’t gotten so drunk last night and needed you cousin to take you back to your room, I never would have know the difference! But his cock; god! It makes me feel so good and full.”

She was jerking his cock off now, furiously beating it up and down.

“Don’t get me wrong, your cousin is a prick, and I love you, but there’s no way this little thing is going to satisfy me.”

With that, she pulled her hands away and climbed off Harry, leaving him frustrated and aching for release.

“Do you know what you’re going to do now?” She asked. He shook his head. “You’re going to apparate to London, and you’re going to ask Dudley to come here and fuck me properly.”

“What! No!”

She slapped him and grabbed his balls, twisting them.

“Oh yes you are. You’re going to do it right now.”

“Yes, Mistress,” whined Harry.

“Good boy. Now get dressed and go. I expect you back here in ten minutes.”

Harry obediently pulled on his trousers and shrugged into his shirt. He had to admit, to himself at least, that the prospect of watching Dudley fuck Ginny turned him on at least as much as fucking her himself had. While Ginny retreated to the washroom with a fresh glass of champagne, Harry turned on the spot, apparating to Dudley’s London flat. With some trepidation, and with humiliation burning inside him, he knocked on the door.

“Answer the door,” he heard Dudley say from inside, and then footsteps approached with the telltale click of high-heels. The door opened, and Harry wished he could disappear.

“Hi, Harry!” Said Cho. Harry felt his face go red. His ex-girlfriend stood in the door of his cousin’s flat wearing nothing by black heels, black tights, and a blue silk robe that just barely covered her hips and hung partially open in the chest. He could tell that the crotch of her tights had been ripped away to provide access to her pussy. There were smears of cum visible on her chest and a streak across her cheek.

“I didn’t expect you to be out tonight!” She giggled in a very un-Cho-like way. While he watched, her tongue darted out of her mouth the collect to semen that decorated her lips.

“Hi, Cho,” he stammered. “I…uh…I need to talk to Dudley?”

“Who is it?” Asked Dudley, walking out from the bedroom. He was completely naked, and Harry couldn’t help but stare. His pudgy cousin had hardened over the past few years and now stood a towering six-foot-seven of thick muscle. His cock, glistening with Cho’s juices hung down against a meaty thigh like a veiny salami: nearly eight inches of flaccid cock. “Oh, hey, cuz. What’s up?”

Harry swallowed nervously. How could he do this?

“I…Ginny…I…she sent…”

“You couldn’t fuck her good enough, so she sent you to pick me up to show you how it’s done?”

Harry nodded meekly while Cho giggled.

“What was that?”

“Yes,” whispered Harry.

“What?” Asked Dudley again, more sharply.

“Yes, Dudley. She wants me to bring you to the hotel so you can fuck her.”

“Let’s not keep her waiting then,” said Dudley, grabbing a pair of grey sweatpants off the floor and stepping into them. He pulled on a white tank top as well before grabbing a jacket and walking to the door, where he spun Cho around to face him. He thrust a hand into her crotch, and Harry could see him fingering her smoothly waxed pussy. She moaned deep in her throat.

“Take a shower and wait here,” he said, withdrawing his fingers and thrusting them into her mouth. “I still want to tap that tight little ass before I’m done with you.” He clapped Harry on the shoulder and kicked the door shut behind them.

“Well?” He asked. Harry bowed his head, grabbed Dudley’s forearm, and spun on the spot, popping back into the honeymoon suite a moment later.

“That’s a shitty way to get around,” said Dudley, shaking his head to clear it. “Where’s that whore wife of yours?”

“Right here!”

Ginny stood naked in the doorway leading to the bedroom. Dudley looked her up and down, appraisingly.

“I prefer a hairless cunt,” he said dismissively. Opening the minibar, he pulled out a bottle of Scotch and poured a large measure into a glass. “Be a good husband and help her shave it? I’ll have a little drink while you do that.” He sat in an armchair and waved his hand.

Ginny looked briefly crestfallen, but then she smiled and took Harry’s hand, leading him into the huge ensuite bathroom. She rummaged in a bag on the counter and handed Harry a razor and a can of shave gel.

“And put on something sexy!” Called Dudley from the other room.

“If he wants a smooth pussy, we’re going to give him a smooth pussy!” Ginny said, rubbing a hot, wet washcloth over herself. She sat on the toilet and spread her legs. “Get shaving, hubby!”

Harry knelt down and spread the gel across Ginny’s pubic hair before carefully shaving away every last wispy red hair. When he was done, she had him rub a moisturizing cream into her skin.

“Mmmm…it feels so good!” She moaned, rubbing a finger through her pussy lips. She grabbed his head and pulled him in. He licked eagerly at her pussy, which was dripping with anticipation.

“Tell me you want him to fuck me. Tell me you want you wife to be satisfied by a real man’s cock!”

“I want him to fuck you, Mistress,” said Harry.

“Good. Now, let’s get me sexy for him.” She led Harry into the bedroom, and started rummaging through her luggage. Suddenly she grinned. “Turn away for a minute, Harry.”

He obeyed, staring at the wall and wondering what Ginny had in store for Dudley. Clearly it would be something special. When she told him he could turn around he gaped, practically drooling. Ginny had donned a bright red, fishnet body-stocking under a black micro skirt and a bright green tube top. She’d also donned thigh-high red leather boots, a red leather chocker, had put on bright red lipstick and blue eyeshadow, and had pulled her hair into a high ponytail.

“How do I look? I bought for when we go clubbing tomorrow night in Paris, but I think this is a better use for it.”

“You look incredible! Let me get rid of Dudley, and I’ll fuck you like you deserve!”

She crossed the room to him and slapped him lightly.

“You had your chance, bitch. I might give you another one eventually, but it’s my wedding night, and I want a big cock to make me cum. Now go let Dudley in.”

Harry bowed his head in dejection, and opened the bedroom door.

“She’s ready,” he said, not looking up.

“Come in here, and give me a show,” called Dudley, and Ginny pushed past Harry to enter the living room. Dudley sprawled on the couch. The TV was playing a pay-per-view porn channel, but he seemed to be ignoring it. “Not bad. Give me a twirl, Mrs. Potter,” he said, teasingly.

Ginny spun on her heel, her skirt riding up to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any knickers.

“Come here and let me see that pussy.” Ginny skipped to the couch and pulled up her skirt further. Dudley roughly parted her lips and thrust a finger into her cunt. “Nice and wet. Are you ready to be fucked?”

“Yes, daddy!” She said.

“Good. Come here and suck my cock for now.”

Ginny practically lunged at Dudley, pulling his sweatpants down and fishing out his cock.

“Wait,” said Dudley, looking at Harry. “Ask me to let your wife suck my cock.”

Harry looked at Ginny, who returned the look with one of command and longing. Harry gulped.

“Please let my wife suck your cock, Dudley.”

“Try that again. A little more respect, cuck.”

“Please let my wife suck your cock, sir.”

“Better. Go ahead, slut.”

Ginny took hold of his cock — her hand couldn’t even circle his shaft fully — and took the head in her mouth, stretching it to the limit to do so. She slowly forced her mouth further and further down his shaft. Dudley put a hand on the back of her head, increasing the pressure on her to go deeper. He held out his glass towards Harry.

“Get me some more Scotch, Harry,” he ordered. Harry took the glass and refilled it for Dudley. As he handed the glass to his cousin, there was a knock at the the door. “Oh, good. Go answer the door, Harry: I took the liberty of asking the receptionist to go get some things for us.”

Harry hesitated, not wanting to open the door to reveal what was happening.

“Now. Get the door.”

Harry headed for the door and heard the sound of Ginny’s soft gags from behind him. He opened the door, trying to hide the scene behind him from the pretty girl who had welcomed them less than an hour ago. Dudley ruined his hope of secrecy by saying loudly: “that’s it whore! Try to take the whole thing! Bet you wouldn’t have any trouble with hubby’s cock, but it would hardly be worth it.”

The receptionist was standing there, holding a small bag and a bemused smile.

“Bonsoir, Monsieur Potter. I see that you wife is having a good time. Here are the items your friend requested.”

“You were quick! Did you get the right size?” called Dudley.

“Bien sur…there is a store only two blocks away that is run by a friend. About the size…je ne sais…” said the woman, eying Harry up and down, though her eyes kept flickering back to Dudley and Ginny with a hungry light. “Monsieur Potter,” she said, stepping all the way into the room, “I will need you to remove your trousers. Toute de suite!”

“Do it, cuck!” Snapped Dudley. He’d pulled Ginny’s head off his cock, and she was slowly jacking him off and fingering herself, while watching the pair by the door.

Blushing, Harry dropped his trousers. The receptionist dropped to her knees to tug down his briefs and help him out of his trousers. His cock stood at full mast. She clucked her tongue.

“This will not do.” She walked over to the minibar, withdrew and ice cube and returned, pressing the ice cube to Harry’s cock. He gasped and tried to pull away, but only ended up pressed into a wall as his dick deflated. The girl examined his flaccid member dismissively and then rummaged in the bag, coming out with a small box. She opened the box and removed a small, black plastic device, which she quickly pulled apart.

“What is that?” Asked Harry.

“It is a chastity device,” said the girl. “Some men wear them for play. Some men wear them so they may not masturbate. Some,” she grinned as she secured a plastic ring around the base of his cock and balls, “wear them because they cannot satisfy their wives. It is a symbol of their submission.” She fitted a pronged piece of plastic into the first, then slid the plastic cover over his shaft, securing it in place with a small padlock. She stood up, holding the key on a silver chain. “You should give this to your wife.”

Harry crossed the room to where Ginny was planting soft kisses up Dudley’s cock and held out the chain. She smiled wickedly and let him drape it around her neck.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” The girl asked Dudley.

“You free for a couple hours?” He asked, pulling Ginny’s mouth back onto his cock.

“Unfortunately not, sir,” she replied. “I am the only receptionist on duty until dawn, but I do not work the next two days, and I will leave my number,” she scribbled on a napkin. “I would love to help Monsieur et Mademoiselle Potter celebrate their marriage.”

She departed with a wink, leaving the shopping bag on a side table.

“Hot little piece,” mused Dudley. “She’ll be fun. Show me what else she got!”

Harry opened the bag and, one by one, displayed what she had purchased for them. First, there were two other chastity cages, one pink plastic, and the other metal, and both smaller than the one he now wore. There were also a variety of butt plugs, a vibrator, a “Clone-a-Willy” kit, a few dildos, a strapon harness, and a quantity of lube.

“Ought to have fun for the next few days. Now. Let’s get your wife fucked. Get the rest of your clothes off and lie down on the floor. Good. Now sit on his face, whore. I want you as wet as possible.”

Harry lay on the floor, naked except for the cage on his cock, and Ginny sat on his face, rubbing her already extremely wet pussy on his mouth. Suddenly, she started gagging again and Harry glanced up to see Dudley thrusting his cock as deep as he could into Ginny’s mouth. Drool ran out around her lips and dripped onto her exposed breasts, the key to Harry’s cage, and onto his face.

“Gonna cum, whore! Jerk me onto your tits!”

Ginny took hold of his cock and tugged it a few times, unleashing a torrent of cum onto her breasts that seemed to go on forever. Finally Ginny climbed off of Harry’s face, kissing and licking Dudley’s cock to clean off the last vestiges of his cum.

“Let’s get ready for round two,” said Dudley. He’d finally stripped out of the rest of his clothes. “Here, Potter. Drink this.” He held up a glass vial: the one containing the potion from Slughorn. How had Dudley known about it? And why was he offering it up now?

Harry took the vial in trembling hands, and, at Ginny’s glare, drank it down. Almost immediately, he felt himself becoming impossibly horny. His cock attempted to grow erect, only to push useless at the plastic confines of his cage. He moaned.

“You got that so you could please your wife, right?”

Harry nodded.

“Well, it wasn’t going to work the way you planned, but you’ll still help please her. Now: clean off her tits.”

Harry was so horny; so eager to please; so desperate for release, that he didn’t even question what he was doing. There was no thought of getting a towel of even tissues. He sank his face into Ginny’s breast, lapping hungrily at the cum that spattered them.

“Make sure you get the key, husband!”

Harry obeyed, taking the key into his mouth and sucking the cum off of it. By now, he was willing to do almost anything to enable his release: desperate to a degree he’d never known before. Ginny was dripping in anticipation, and Dudley was getting hard again.

“Are you ready to get fucked?”

“Yes!”

Dudley scooped Ginny into his arms and held her up to his chest, his cock jutting out between her legs. She squirmed, desperately trying to wriggle her pussy onto his cock. Dudley smirked again.

“Put my cock in her,” he ordered.

Still overwhelmed by lust and his need for release, Harry took hold of Dudley’s cock and pushed it upward so that it could slide into his wife’s pussy.

“So big! So big!” She groaned as Dudley slowly lowered her onto his full length. Her arms clasped behind his neck as he began to thrust upwards into her, fucking her and bouncing her at the same time. “It feels so good! So big!”

“Make yourself useful, Potter,” growled Dudley. “Lick her pussy a bit.”

Harry leaned in and began to lick at Ginny’s clit. He could feel Dudley’s cock thrusting inside her and occasionally felt his tongue graze his cock directly.

This continued for several minutes before Dudley pulled out of Ginny’s cunt, which gaped open obscenely. He spun her around effortlessly and, still holding her, forced her mouth back onto his cock while he marched into the bedroom, with Harry following like a lost puppy. Following his orders, Harry lay on the bed with his head hanging over the edge and Ginny climbed on top of his face. Dudley resumed fucking her, but now, unencumbered by holding her aloft, could hammer her with his full strength, driving her to her first shrieking orgasm almost at once and to orgasm after orgasm for the next ten minutes.

Finally, Harry saw his balls tighten and his cock spasmed, flooding his wife’s womb with virile seed that almost immediately dripped out onto his waiting tongue. Harry continued too clean Ginny’s pussy while she kissed Dudley deeply.

“That was amazing, Daddy! Even better than last night. Can we do it again? Do you want to try my ass? It’s probably too tight, but I can stretch it out for you.”

Dudley laughed and squeezed her tits.

“Not tonight my little slut. That’s all my balls have got for now…I fucked that Lavender girl and got a beej from that weird little blonde at the reception, and then I went three rounds with Harry’s ex later. Even a stallion runs out of steam eventually.” He lay down in their marital bed, stretching out. “Tell you what. I’ll fuck you again in the morning before I head back to London — you’ll buy me a first class ticket, Potter…no more of that idiotic jumping around. I’ll wrap up a few things, and then I’ll come back and we’ll have some more fun…get that girl from the desk into it. What’s the full honeymoon itinerary?”

“Four days in Paris, then we’re meeting Ron and Hermione in Greece, and staying there for a week,” said Ginny.

“Sounds good. Potter can get tickets and reservations for me and that Chinese girl to come, too.”

“Okay!” Chirped Ginny. She hurried off to the washroom to get ready for bed while Dudley stretched again. Meanwhile, Harry sat on the floor trying vainly to bring any sort of pleasurable sensation to his cock.

“Go sleep on the couch in the other room, Potter. That stays on unless Ginny or I says otherwise. If you’re quiet, you can try out some of the new toys and see if you can get off that way, you little sissy. And crawl out of here.”

Harry obeyed. In the other room, he examined the various objects that Dudley had procured and settled on the vibrator. Watching the porn that was still playing quietly on the TV — a petite redheaded girl being fucked by a group of large, beefy men — he experimented for the next hour, trying in vain to bring himself to orgasm. Finally, to the accompaniment of renewed sounds from the bedroom — Dudley clearly found the strength for another round — the rattling of the vibrator against his cage and a finger inserted into his asshole brought him to a shuddering, if less than fulfilling climax. He fell back onto the couch and into an uneasy sleep, listening to his wife scream in ecstasy from the next room.
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