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Chapter 3

Shindig

Harry was in one of the storage cupboards on the fifth floor. He was on his way from Gryffindor tower to one of Professor Slughorns dinner Parties. He had been relieved to not find Romilda in the common room on his way down. After their encounter in the changing rooms he had managed to convince her that they couldn’t be seen together in public, it was just too dangerous for her and he didn’t want her to get hurt. He was sure she had told her friends as their level of giggling had seemed to have reached new levels, but he hadn’t noticed or heard rumours from anyone else, and he assumed Hermione would have mentioned if she heard Romilda gossiping about him.

But as he made his way down the hallway to the main stairs he ran across her coming up the stairs, a book tucked under her arm. Silently cursing himself for taking the main way and not one of the secret passages he had greeted her casually.

Somehow between her fawning over him and his insistence that he was already running late for the Slugclub party he had found himself in the nearest storage closet, with his dress robes open and Romilda on her knees in front on him making small moaning noises as she sucked his cock.

Not even trying to hold himself back, Harry, with one hand braced on the wall in front of him, was breathing deeply as he slowly moved his hips forward in time with Romilda’s rhythm. The soft sound of wet sucking loud in the otherwise quiet room, Harry picked up his speed when he felt his end coming. After just a few minutes, including her playing with his balls and member to get him hard, Harry came. His fingers wound into her slightly wavy hair, he had pulled it out of its pony tail as soon as she went down on him. He felt her continue to suck on him even after he had spent his load, the sensation of her hot wet mouth on his softening member suddenly very intense.

After letting her go on for half a minute he stood back, his cock coming out of her mouth with a comically loud pop as she had still been sucking it, almost as if she had been trying to suck out every last drop of cum he had. Her hand still lightly grasping his balls she lightly rolled them in her hand one last time while looking up at him. Running her tongue over her lips she grinned up at him, seeing his eyes still closed and leaning into the wall slightly.

“Mmm.” She moaned “Just as good as I thought.” After racing back up to her dorm Saturday night and pulling her best friend Libby onto her bed and drawing the curtains, she excitedly told her what had happened between her and Harry. Hardly able to believe it they talked well into the morning about what happened and what she should do next, Libby went and got her pile of magazines supplied by her older sister and together they devoured every article on “How to please your wizard.” So it was that Romilda confidently looked up at Harry, licking her lips again like they had said to. While prepared for it, and having a small taste of it from their adventure down in the changing rooms, the experience of having him cum in her mouth was still a surprise. The hotness and taste hard not to react to, if she and Libby hadn’t of read all the articles on it, she doubt she would have been able to not pull back or spit, something they said you mustn’t do.

Harry quickly pulled his boxes up and doing up the front of his dress robes he put his hand on the door handle to the small storage room they had occupied.

“Glad you liked it. It would probably be for the best if we weren’t seen to close together for a bit, we don’t want the Slytherins to try anything with you to get to me.” Harry said just before stepping out into the corridor, leaving Romilda to head back up to Gryffindor tower.

So it was that he arrived at Professor Slughorns party fashionably late, all the rest of the students already there along with many of his special guests, most former members of the club themselves.

Grabbing a pastry off one the tray being offered around by white clad servers Harry quickly took a bite before making his way over to the Professor, hoping to seem as if he had been here for some time.

“Professor.” he greeted coming up next to the rotund Potions Master “Lovely party, you obviously have a lot influential friends.”

“Harry my boy, so good of you to make it! I see you have one of Frau Grobers lovely pastries. You know she has won Witches Weekly baker of the year 4 out of the last 7 years!” He exclaimed waving his own around.

“Let me introduce you around my lad, some very important people here, you could find your future employment here tonight!” He exclaimed, Harry assumed that if he did, he would become Slughorns new favourite story.

Slughorn proceeded to drag Harry around to several of his most important guests, junior members of the Wizengamot, journalists, academics, ministry workers and sports stars, one of the latter being Gwenog Jones, Beater and Captain of the Hollyhead Harpies.

“A pleasure to meet you.” She said shaking Harrys hand.

“You too.” Harry replied “I read about your game against Puddlemore, twenty fouls in half an hour, impressive, I don’t think even the Gryffindor vs Slytherin matches have managed that.”

“Oh I think we got close once, you Gryffindor’s were always so easy to provoke.” She laughed sipping her drink.

“You played for Slytherin? I’m surprised you got enough experience winning to play pro.” He quipped back at her.

“Ha, we were 5-2 against you little kitty cats during my time here. Although if you were playing then we might have had more of a challenge from what I hear.”

“That would be great, I don’t think anyone on your old team has what it takes to go pro.” Harry said taking a flagon from a passing server, it was honeyed mead, and very strong by the taste of it.

“Yes I hear the current team is rather lacklustre, I hear their seeker has only caught the snitch 5 out of 12 games.”

“Please let me get one of the journalists around here so they can quote you on that.” Harry laughed.

“Oh a little vindictive, I thought you Gryffindor’s were supposed to be gallant and noble.” She chuckled.

“Oh we are.” He replied offering her a small bow “May I refill your drink.”

“Why Mr Potter, are you trying to bet me drunk.” She teased.

Having just got a running blow job from one of the hottest girls in his house not twenty minutes ago Harry was feeling rather more cocky than he would have otherwise been “I hardly think I need to get you drunk.” He replied looking down at her robe which was split up one side, showing a generous but tasteful amount of leg.

She laughed and handed him her cup without another word.

Harry ditched his half-drunk mead as he went over to the small bar set up on one side of the room “Another mead please and a Sirens call.” He asked when the bartender finished serving an almost emaciated looking man a crystal goblet filled with something that looked very much like blood.

As he stood at the bar waiting he noticed Hermione deep in conversation with one of the academics Slughorn had introduced him too, something to do with making sure unplotable charms stayed up to date with muggle surveying technology. It looked like they were the only two people in the room to find it interesting. Slughorn had said he was a shoe in for the New Year’s honours and probably an Order of Merlin Third Class.

Taking the drinks from the bartender he made his way back to Gwenog “Your drink.” he said dipping his head “Is there anything else I can offer you this evening?”

She smirked at him while obviously checking him out “Not yet.”

They slipped into a comfortable chatter, about Quiddich, her time at Hogwarts, Harry giving the public and abridged version of some of his adventures that had made it into the paper. Every so often Slughorn or another would come by, introducing some late comer, all very important and well connected, several offering their services to Harry. Gwen seemed to be impressed at the many famous and well connected people tripping over themselves to help Harry.

“My my my aren’t you Mr Popular tonight.” She commented after Avarice Compton, the owner and proprietor of the largest apothecary in Great Britain had just offered his services to Harry.

“You should have been here last year, I was a glory seeking show off with delusions of grandeur.”

“And now?”

“Now they are too polite to say it out loud.”

Gwen laughed finishing off another drink “The papers don’t do you Justice Harry, with a wit like that you should have been a Ravenclaw, or better yet a Slytherin.”

“The dark décor of your common room would just depress me.” He said finishing his own drink off. Gwen took another two flagons of Mead from a passing waiter, passing one to Harry without even asking.

“Well isn’t that interesting, a Gryffindor knowing the décor to the Slytherin common room. Have you been fraternising with the enemy.” She questioned slyly.

“Now that would be telling.” He replied taking a sip of his mead, he was already feeling a bit drunk after three meads. He had to give Slughorn credit; he went all out for his parties.

“Hmm be that way then, but I’m sure you don’t know all of our secrets, there is more to Slytherin house than meets the eye.” She said.

“I think I may know more than you expect.” Harry rebutted.

“Well let’s see.” She said standing up straight, she adjusted her robe slightly showing a little more leg “How about a bet, I tell you one of the secrets I know about Slytherin House, you tell me yours, and the loser has to show the winner their secret.” She offered.

“You sure you want to play this game with me.” He offered her an out, knowing that someone as competitive as her could never drop a good challenge.

“Oh are you afraid you might lose?”

“Oh no, just being gallant as always.”

“Ha very well then, I’ll go first.” She said stepping forward slightly and leaning towards him “For the last 140 years Slytherin have had their own private potions lab in the dungeon, one of the old heads of house set it up for them to insure his house was always top of the school, it’s behind a hidden door past the common room.” She whispered.

Harry was somewhat impressed; he hadn’t really expected her to have much, with the Marauders map he thought he knew pretty much every secret Hogwarts had. The fact this room wasn’t on it, meant his father or the Weasley twins hadn’t even found it.

“Well that is impressive.” He whispered back to her raising his glass in a toast “But I think I may just have you beat.”

“Oh really, I somehow doubt you know anything as big as that, Slytherins aren’t even told until third year to make sure the lower years don’t blab to their friends about in.”

“Oh it is impressive, I’m looking forward to you showing it to me, I might even be the first non Slytherin to ever see it.” He answered confidently. Leaning forward so that his lips were hardly an inch from her ear he whispered to her “I know where the entrance to Salazar Slytherins Chamber of Secrets is and the corpse of his monster I slew in my second year.”

Gwen turned to face him, their faces still inches apart. She looked at him incredulously, before remembering all those headlines in the daily prophet several years back.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh out loud as he watched her expression go from smug, to incredulous to defeat.

“Now I believe you have a potions lab to show me.”

Harry and Gwen slipped out of the party, it was still in full swing and people were coming and going as the nearest bathrooms were one floor up.

Slipping down one of the side passages down by the potions corridor Harry recognised the route he had taken years ago to the Slytherin Common room.

Passing by the entrance they hadn’t run in to anyone, it being well past curfew for all students not invited to the party.

After another two turns past mostly storage rooms and empty vaults they came to a stretch of barren stone wall.

Stopping in front of a totally non-descript part of the wall Gwen spun to face Harry and gestured with her hand “Your prize, you may very well be the first non Slytherin to ever come here, I hope I can trust your future discretion.”

Harry looked at the wall then back at Gwen, a cocked an eyebrow at her “Remarkable.” He said dryly.

She just smiled at him before turning to face the wall “Wit beyond measure.” she said, the stones of the wall shifted, suddenly a doorway appeared, almost identical to how the one separating the Leaky Cauldron from Diagon Ally formed.

Gwen entered followed by Harry, torches sprung to life as they stepped in and the door melted back into a featureless grey wall.

Inside were numerous wooden benches, cauldron cradles and chopping boards, the walls lined with supplies and blackboards.

“Wit Beyond Measure?” Harry asked.

“Who would suspect it to be the passphrase to a secret Slytherin lab?” She responded, jumping up to sit on one of the tables.

“Using other houses for their own self-interest? I think a few people may believe Slytherins capable of such things.”

She tutted at him, taking another sip of her drink “This hostility towards Slytherins is very unbecoming of the Chosen One.”

Harry jumped onto the bench across from her, his legs dangling above the floor “Yes well it’s a flaw that’s helped me quite a bit over the years.” He remarked thinking of all the times he had avoided being tripped or hexed by Slytherins.

“Well in the spirit of House unity, I feel as if I should change your opinion of my old Alma Mater.”

“Well I am rather fond of your House losing to me every time at Quiddich, so that’s a start.”

“Well that’s too bad” Gwen replied “Because I don’t lose.”

“Neither do I.” Harry said slipping off his table and picking up his drink.

He walked over to stand in front of her, she was almost the same height as him, but sitting on the table she was a good four inches higher than he was.

Raising her flagon of mead she clinked it against his “To winning.”

“To winning.” He echoed and took a drink, seeing that she was watching him over the brim of her own flagon he continued to drink, both of them downing their flagons. Gwen managed to finish hers a moment before Harry and slammed it down on the table next to her.

“Never lose.” She announced raising her fist in the air.

Harry placed his empty flagon next to hers “I believe you lost the bet to show me this place”

“I didn’t lose.” She replied.

“I think the mead is going to you head, I distinctly remember you losing to me.”

“I let you win, a forfeit at the best.” She said reaching out and wiping a drop of mead that had rolled down Harrys chin.

“Oh really, and why would you do a thing like that?”

Gwen didn’t respond, she just brought her thumb with the mead she had wiped off Harrys chin to her mouth and licked it off, never breaking eye contact with him.

Running her finger along the inside of her flagon she offered it to Harry.

Already more than a little drunk Harry took half a step towards her, and not breaking eye contact with her, licked the mead off her finger, his tongue running up the length of her finger.

“Naughty.” She remarked.

“Anything for House unity.” he said, resting one of his hands on her leg which had slipped out of her robe up to her thigh.

“What admirable school spirit you have, I think it deserves another toast.” She removed her wand from the inside of her robe and twirling it above her empty flagon made a stream of pale white wine pour into the flagon.

She dipped her finger in the wine before offering it to Harry again who took the offered digit in his mouth. Stretching out her leg that was showing through her dress robes she let the high heeled shoes she was wearing hang loosely from her foot for a moment. Bringing the flagon of wine to her thigh she slowly tipped out some of the wine on to her leg, the wine running down her leg onto the stone floor.

Raising an eyebrow at her as she just looked at him, the only sound in the room the wine dripping off her leg on the floor, Harry broke eye contact with her and bent over, placing his lips on her thigh he tasted the wine, dry and slightly bitter, mixed with her own taste, soap and maybe some kind of crème or oil. Following one of the rivulets of wine, he let his tongue glide down her leg his hand sliding down its other side. He ended on her ankle, his tongue on the bone that jutted out the side of her ankle.

Gwen smiled down at Harry, crouched down in front of her, his tongue still on her ankle, sucking at the last few drops of wine to trail down her leg.

Pouring some more wine she brought the flagon right up to where the split in her robes were, splashing some onto her dark blue robes before bringing the Flagon up to her lips. She mock saluted Harry with it before knocking back the rest of the wine, being conjured it wouldn’t get her anymore drunk, but that wasn’t really the point.

Rather than wait for the wine to dribble down to him Harry grabbed Gwens leg and placing it on his right shoulder, he quickly trailed his tongue up her leg as he stood up, Gwen being forced back onto the table she was sitting on due to her leg being raised up.

The trail of wine that had been rolling down her leg rapidly changed course to now run up her leg, her dark blue robe had fallen down slightly, its wet hem clinging to her where it had gotten soaked in wine. Placing his right hand on the outside of her leg, he ran it along her leg up to her hip pulling the robe back with it. Her skin was warm, smooth, and under it he could feel her muscles shift as he moved his hand along it. Years of playing Quiddich having toned her body to the point of athletic perfection.

Following the trail of wine down Harry didn’t look up as he trailed his tongue up her leg now. Her robes bunched up near her waist Harry could see Black Panties with a slight lacy edge to them, where the wine had flowed all the way back it had darkened the edge of the panties, where thigh met pelvis. Not stopping Harry brushed his tongue along her panties, they were textured, rough, but with a pattern he couldn’t see in the light, not that he cared. Locking his lips on where the panties had been soaked in wine, he sucked. The taste of the wine mingling with something more, richer, musky, he managed to catch them in his teeth, pulling them up for a moment, before having them snap back down, Harry getting a brief glimpse of the pale white skin underneath.

Gwen had fallen back when Harry had pulled her leg up over his shoulder, her head spinning from the sudden movement coupled with the wine and mead she’d had. She had enjoyed talking to Harry tonight, Merlin knew there were enough rumours about him to fill a book, but his easy going attitude mixed with their talk about Quiddich and Hogwarts had taken her back to her time here, a little over ten years ago. Harrys tails of sneaking around after curfew and secret passages was undeniably exciting, even to her. It reminded her of late night trips to the Slytherin lab with her boyfriend in their seventh year.

She didn’t know if it was the wine or Harrys undeniable appeal, but when she challenged Harry to their little game, she was hoping he would win and she could relive her Hogwarts years one last time.

She had thought being over a decade older she assumed she would be taking the lead. But as he grabbed her leg, pulling up her robe and diving head first into her panties, sucking at them so hard she could feel her pussy pulse with excitement, she thought maybe she had underestimated him.

Harry had a heady rush of alcohol, and the subtle musk of Gwen as he sucked at her panties. Still sucking at them he reached down and grabbing her left leg, he pulled it up as well, throwing it up onto his other shoulder. Pulling his face back he ran both hands from her knees right down to her panties, letting them explore as much of her as possible, she legs were toned, smooth, and with a light tan from her time in the air.

Resting both hands on her hips he let his fingers squeeze into her arse a bit, hooking a single finger around the hem on either side. Looking up at Gwen he saw her looking at up at him from her prone position with a look he most associated with hunger. She was biting her lower lip and he could feel the muscle of her legs tensing against her neck.

“What are you waiting for, an written invitation?” She challenged, tightening her legs and his neck briefly, trying to pull him forward.

Harry pushed back, and without and preamble, pulled her panties down her legs in one motion, Gwen lifting her arse off the desk, when he got the panties to her knees he couldn’t get them any further with his head between her legs. Grabbing one leg and lifting it higher, Harry managed to pull her panties off past her high heels and throwing them into the corner of the room.

Dropping her leg back onto this shoulder, Harry only had a brief moment to admire the view before him, a perfectly smooth pussy with a wide tan line stretching from hip to hip, before Gwen managed to shift her legs, and pulling down on Harry neck, forced him face first into her pussy.

There was a smacking noise as Harry literally had his face slapped into her pussy, his nose brushing against the smooth skin above and his mouth landing on her pink lips.

He could instantly feel the heat of her pussy against his face, its scent so like, but unlike Hannah or Romilda. He had just parted his lips, to let his tongue taste her when he felt her legs move behind him, her knees over his shoulder pulling him forward as the heels from her shoes pressed into his back between his shoulder blades urging him forward. His face was pushed hard into her, as he felt her hips grind up a bit, pushing her pussy into his mouth.

Pushing his tongue into her pussy as he felt her grind into his face he felt it slip between her lips instantly, her pink flesh already so wet he meet no resistance. He pressed his tongue in hard, letting it take in all of her sex, his nose pushed hard just above where her pink lips finished was full of her scent.

Gwen raised herself up by pressing down on his shoulders with her legs, picking herself up and causing Harrys face to slip down. His nose dropping into the wet flesh of her exposed pussy and his lips and tongue were forced lower. Pressing in with his tongue he could feel her opening, he ran his tongue around it eliciting a moan from her, she was still pushing hard on him, making it hard for him to actually more. He ran his hands down her legs again, his right hand slipping under her to cup her arse, while the other tried to push her robe up even higher or pull it apart, but it seemed to not open at the front like Hogwarts robes.

She briefly stopping grinding herself into his face when she felt his hand on her arse, dropping down she pressed herself down on it letting Harry feel her arse as he tasted her. She was like Romilda, firm and taut. His fingers working into her but unlike Hannah had very little flesh to really squeeze. His fingers caressing her, she moved her arse around on his hand, his fingers slipped into the line between her arse, as he did Gwen pressed down trapping his hand between the table and her arse, his finger working along her cress. She seemed to be grinding slow circles into his hand as her legs held his face in place. Harry wondered if he need do anything at all or if she’d just use him how she pleased, not that he minded.

As his hand worked her arse he continued eating her pussy, his nose had actually worked itself into her wet flesh, and he could feel it pressing against something hard at the top of her pussy as he licked around her entrance. Wanting to taste as much of her as he could Harry sucked hard, managing to grab one of her lips in his mouth and with his lips around it sucked on it. Gwen lifted off the table as he did her back arching and her legs pressing down on him so he was supporting most of both of them. Her arse which he had been fondling clenched up and trapped his fingers as she drove herself into his face.

After a long moment she relaxed slightly, but Harry not wanting to let go just yet, enjoying the feeling of her wet pussy pressed into his face, pressed up with his hand on her arse, his fingers slipping into her crack, not stopping he pressed harder and could feel his middle finger press on her arse, pausing for a moment Harry worked his tongue over her as best he could as he felt Gwen stiffed for a moment before pressing down on his hand. His hand on her arse squeezed into her as he felt his middle finger press onto arse. He could hear her panting, her hips moving so his mouth and nose were being ground into her pussy while his hand and finger were groping her arse. Not sure if she liked it Harry didn’t press too hard on her hole, not sure if she wanted him playing with it. Fred and George had said all Slytherin girls had it up the arse since all the boys were benders, but he assumed they were joking, Gwen, however, didn’t seem to mind too much.

Her legs had stopped pressing on him quite so hard, maybe tired in their position, but being a professional Quiddich player, he doubted a few minutes of grinding her pussy into his face would be enough to tire her out.

Taking advantage of his greater freedom, Harry worked his tongue along her, from right down where her pink lips joined just under her opening, to where his nose had been buried a moment before. Moving his more sensitive tongue across the area, he found what his nose must have been pressed against; right under where her lips meet at the top was a fold of flesh, as he moved his tongue along it he felt her tense up again, her legs pressing around him, her heels digging into his back.

He continued to run his tongue along the area, Gwen started breathing deeply, her hand reaching down to play with his hair but she could barely reach, as he was keeling in front of her table, face firmly buried in her pussy.

He dropped down again a bit to explore her opening, after a moment of licking his tongue around the opening and pushing it as far as it would go inside her, he noticed she wasn’t grinding into him as hard as she had been. He rubbed his nose onto the fold of skin causing her to gasp softly, taking that this was what she liked, he pushed his tongue into her again before running it right up her smooth wet flesh and under the area he had found “Yes” he heard her whisper as he worked his tongue around the area, he sucked at it softly like he had to her lips, causing her to arch her back and drive her pussy into him hard, his hand still working her arse being left on the table. Letting go of her, she dropped her arse back onto his hand. Remembering that what got him off when Romilda and Hannah had jerked him off was a steady rhythm, Harry went about working on the area, after a moment he felt her grinding into him softly, matching his pace.

As much as Harry was enjoying the experience and being able to work on a pussy up close for so long, he was thinking of standing up and having Gwen do him when he felt her rapidly pick up the pace. Her legs were pressing onto the side of his head in rhythm with her grinding into him and her breathing was coming in short sharp intervals.

Harry felt her legs lock hard onto him as she pressed her pussy hard onto his tongue. He couldn’t see what she was doing but he heard her hold her breath for several seconds then gasping before dropping back onto the bench top. Her legs fully letting him go for the first time since he’d gone down on her.

“Fuck yes.” he heard Gwen say. He stood up from where he had been crouched in front of her.

She was lying back on the table, her legs spread wide with her knees at the edge and her feet hanging off the edge, swaying slightly. Her robes were pushed right up exposing her pussy and most of her midriff, while her legs had a soft tan (Quiddich robes not providing great tanning opportunities, her pussy and middle where pale white, a faint tan line across her hips, as if she spent a bit of time in the sun wearing short shorts. Her pussy which he had been working on was glistening wet, in the torch light of the room, her lips and the area around it shinning. Her lips still pulled back and showing her delicate pink flesh underneath, one of the lips slightly swollen where Harry had sucked on it.

She was still breathing deeply, her eyes closed and head rolled to one side, Harry watched as one of her hands strayed down to her pussy and she ran a single digit over herself, from her entrance to the fold of skin Harry had found, she lingered on in for a moment before letting her hand fall to the side, leaving a wet trail behind.

Harry had been hard the whole time he had been working on her and now, seeing her laid back on the bench, legs spread wide with her glistening pussy staring him in the face and her musk literally dripping on his chin, Harry just wanted to rip off his robes and fuck her.

He placed a hand on her stomach and reached down with his thumb, he easily entered her, her wet pussy taking in his thumb almost greedily.

Gwen looked up from where she had been riding out the end of her orgasm, her little trip to the potions lab going amazingly so far. She felt Harrys thumb enter her, and saw him staring down at her, robes bunched up and legs spread wide, the prefect role model for young witches everywhere ‘Fuck it’ she though ‘most of the young witches in Britain would probably love to be here now, I’ll be sure to do them proud’ she thought smugly.

Gwen sat up on the bench and with both hands pulled her robes up and over her head, throwing them onto the floor behind her.

Now in nothing but a black bra she stared at the Chosen One in front of her, his thumb still playing over her pussy ‘well he seems to know his stuff, some of the witches around here have obviously got piece of him’ she thought ‘let’s see if I can show him something new’

Harry however was in no mood for games, while over a decade older than him and both the girls he’d been with, Gwen was still exceptionally hot, lean and toned he could see the line of muscles in her arms and shoulders from her work as a beater. While Romilda had been young and lithe, smooth lines and rich tan. Gwen was somehow harder, the faint lines of muscles showing beneath her skin, her rich red lips full and sultry, she looked to have larger breasts than Romilda, although not Hannah, but being still trapped in her bra, he would wait to confirm.

At this point of time however, all Harry was concerned with was her pussy and getting his cock into it.

Gwen slipped off the bench and reaching down to her pussy rubbed two of her fingers into herself before bringing them up to Harrys mouth, he went to take them into his mouth but she pulled them away. Seeing Harry look at her questioningly she just smiled and pressed her fingers gently on his lips, she ran her hand down his chin and neck onto his chest and somehow managed to undo every clasp on the front of his robes in a single motion. Not stopping she brought her hand right down, and slipping into his boxes took a hold of him.

With her other hand she managed to brush his robes off his shoulders leaving him in nothing but a white under shirt and his boxes.

She had only stroked him a half dozen times before letting her hand slide even lower and cupping his balls. She rolled them in her hands, and with her middle finger reached between him legs, rubbing the line between his balls and arse. Pressing harder on it she saw Harry go up onto his toes, sliding over his balls once more she slid the palm of her hand over him, pressing his cock into his own stomach, then grasping the elastic of his boxes, pulled them down him in one motion, letting them drop to his feet.

She looked down at his cock now freed of their garment and noticed that he was quite a nice size, and that he appeared to already have a smudge of lipstick on his cock already “naughty Harry, here I was thinking I was special’ she thought with a wicked grin.

Harry quickly kicked off his shoes and socks and kicked them and his boxes aside, not wanting to fool around anymore he pulled his white undershirt off in one motion and tossed it aside.

He was about to step into Gwen, thinking to put her back onto the bench to fuck her when she put both her arms around his shoulders and jumped onto him, she got her legs around his middle so her pussy was pressed onto his naval, she had also managed to get over his cock which now pressed between her arse cheeks, the throbbing heat of it firm against her.

Harry stumble back a step grabbing the bench behind him before he could tip over, then, gaining his balance he steadied himself and letting go of the bench grabbed her arse.

He was a bit frustrated, having her pussy so close to him but still not fucking it, it could feel it hot and wet pressing against his middle almost like a brand.

Both his hands were on her arse holding her, she started to slowly grind her hips into him, making his cock move up and down her arse, its knob standing out behind her, almost pulsing with desire. Her pussy was rubbing slow wet circles into him, some of her wetness running down him to wet his dark brush.

He slid his right hand up her back, and feeling the back of her bra strap and no clasp like most magical bras, he hooked two of his fingers under it and like Hannah had done, pulled out and down, the strap instantly splitting in two and falling aside. He grabbed one end of it, and flicking it around her shoulder discarded their last piece of clothing, apart from her heels which he found rather sexy on her still.

Having stripped her of her bra, Harry bounced up onto his toes a few times making her breasts bounce almost directly in front of his face. He was right in thinking they were bigger than Romildas, with small pink nipples sticking out from her white flesh, apart from a light tan on her lower legs and arms, she was pale white, apparently covering up whenever in the sun, while Romildas stark tan line had been enticing, picturing her in a skimpy bikini, rubbing lotion into her. Gwen’s pale nubile body without a trace of hair was then epitome of femininity.

He took one of her breasts in his mouth, and like previously with Hannah and Romilda, was a bit disappointed to not find another secret taste. Although with his cock pressing into her arse, her pussy still grinding into his stomach and sucking on one of her tits, his disappointment was somewhat mitigated.

Gwen reached back with one of her hands, and taking one of his in hers, moved it so his fingers were right above her arse his cock pressing against their hands, and with a finger over his, pushed his finger in her.

Harry felt her take his hand, and when she pushed his finger into her arse he was a bit surprised, feeling how different it was to her pussy. Tight with no give, he only worked the very tip of his finger into it, pressing against it as she ground on him. Every time she pressed hard against him he would press into her, sometimes making her gasp and arch her back, which given the position of her breasts in front of him, just added to the show.

Finally growing frustrated he stepped forward to the bench she had been on before, and grabbing her around her waist, body picked her up and dropped her on the bench, his cock catching under her briefly before snapping back against his stomach which was glistening wet from Gwens pussy.

Gwen sat at the end of the bench with her legs spread, breathing deeply, causing her chest to rise and fall with each breath. Harry took his cock in his hand, and placing himself right under her pussy, he pressed in and felt his cock slide in. Gwen leaned back, her arms propping her up she felt Harry enter her. She positioned her legs around his arse this time, and as she felt him enter her, she pulled him forward, causing him to slide deeper into her.

Harry managed to stand up on his toes as he felt Gwen pull him deeper into her, the bench was just a bit taller than his waist and he couldn’t use get his whole length in her. Even with her pulling him in deeper with her legs he was only half in. But their position offered his the best view he had had in the last few weeks. Him standing tall and naked, his cock inside an exceptionally fit and sexy woman more than a decade older than him, her leaning back, legs wrapped around him, her head dropped back and her chestnut hair cascading behind her, her breasts rising and falling with each breath she took, Harry timing his thrusts with them, making it look as if his cock was filling her to the point of her breasts rising.

He worked her like this, reaching a hand up to grab her breast as the other lay against her hip, his finger digging into her arse trying for some extra depth.

After a few minutes of having Harry work her pussy Gwen looked down at their bodies and saw Harry not able to fully enter her. Grinning knowing he still had more she let go of him with her legs and pushed him back with a hand on his chest.

Harry slid out of her and she took a step back, his cock, stomach and face covered in her musk.

Gwen slid off the table, making her breasts bounce for him on the way down, then winking at Harry; she turned around and leaned over the bench she had been sitting on, pressing her arse out to Harry, with her high heels still on it put in her in the perfect position.

Harry watched Gwen turn around and bend over, pushing her arse out a bit, from where he stood he could see he pussy still glistening wet and pink along with her arse. He was curious about if he could get his cock in there, he had heard some of the older guys talk about it but he had thought them joking, it would be a bit… messy. But then Gwen had made him play with her arse before, stepping forward Harry let his cock run along her arse, wet with her juice it slid from her pussy along her arse, sliding over it, then with his hand he brought it down, pressing it down over her arse feeling it press into her a bit, before he brought it down and slid it back into her pussy.

He was still enticed by the hot wetness of her pussy, as he slid inside her feeling her flesh envelope him; he thought he can try that another time. Now that Gwen was standing on the ground and Harry was just a bit taller than her, even with her in heels, he was able to slide his entire length into her, as he pressed in hard against her. grinding his cock deep into her until his dark brush was pressing into her, he felt the end of his cock press against something inside her and her gasp out “Ohhh Harry, not so deep” She said pulling forward a bit, as she did though her pussy seemed to tighten around him.

Harry slid back out half way and then placing one hand on her back and letting the other one rest on her arse, he fucked her from behind. After a few strokes Gwen started pushing back with each thrust, meeting him and making their thighs slap together in a fleshly slap, their whole mid-sections slick with their juices.

While slowly fucking her, enjoying the feeling of her pussy sliding down his cock as he slid out then wrapping around him again as he and Gwen pressed together, he worked his hand over her arse. Dropping his thumb to where his cock was in her, he felt himself enter her, his thumb becoming slick with their sex, then running it up her arse he waited until he slid out, coming out almost to the tip, then sliding back in and again pressing his cock deep inside her, he pressed into her arse with his thumb, the wetness of their sex allowing it to slip into her. Gwen gasped, feeling Harrys cock press deep inside her and one of his fingers press into her arse. Harry let his cock slide out partly, and with his hips moved from side to side, seeing how much he could move his cock while inside her.

Gwen turned her head to face Harry over her shoulder, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she did. She grinned back at him, he was staring down at her arse, which she now saw had the tip of his right thumb in it while he was shifting his hips from side to side, stretching her pussy more than it had been in months.

Seeing Harry was entirely focused on her arse and pussy she pushed up suddenly causing his thumb to push harder into her and his cock to slip out of her a bit more.

“You can fuck it if you want.” She offered, shifting her hips along with him,

Harry looked up at the captain of the Hollyhead Harpies grinning back at him as she was bent over a potions bench while he fucked her from behind, his thumb playing with her arse and thought ‘sometimes it’s pretty fucking good to be me’

Looking down at his cock in her hot pussy he looked back up to her and grinned “I think I’ll stay here for now, there’s always next party.” He laughed, and slowly taking his hand off her arse he slapped it lightly enjoying the smacking sounds.

“Sounds like a plan.” She laughed and viciously ground her hips on him side to side.

Getting back into the motion, Harry slid his hand up her back and grabbing onto her shoulder started thrusting into her faster. The alcohol along with being blown by Romilda just before the party had let him last longer than he had with either of his other two girls. But now he could feel the end coming.

Gwen must have felt his change in pace or breathing because she seemed to push back on him harder, somehow avoiding having his cock knock against her inside, each time she slid forward her pussy seemed to grab his cock. Finally Harry pushed forward and grinding hard into her he felt his cock throb as he blew his load, his cock pulsing as Gwen continued to grind back on him. Finally feeling himself soften a bit he allowed himself to slip out, his cock already half down. As he pulled out he saw some of his cum mixed with her juice run down her leg and remember how they started.

“To interhouse unity.” He said slapping her arse again.

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