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The Potter Thing - Part 2
🕑 Added 2023-10-26 04:10:08 +0000 UTCAN: I don't know if it was one that leant itself to a continuation quite as well as I initially thought, but I think it came out good in the end either way. Hope you enjoy!
Casting-
Ginny- Julia Adamenko
Susan- Sarah Gibson
Waking up to an annoyingly cold bed, for a second, Harry wondered if he’d dreamed the last month of his life, and especially the last night, because it’d been something impossibly wonderful. He was quickly relieved of that thought when he heard rustling from downstairs. He only stopped to throw on a pair pants before heading down to the kitchen.
He could hear their voices before he even reached the kitchen, “You’ll probably have to force him to let you get the chance. I didn’t know he could cook until we moved into together, and I swear there are some things he does even better than my mum!” There was a melodious giggle as he opened the door and what he saw left him with a smile.
Ginny was sitting at the table in nothing but a pair of knickers, her nipples invitingly on display. Her flaming red hair was touseled from sleep, and their activities the night before. The moment she saw him, she beamed, “Morning, love!”
Susan was next to the hob, diligently cooking them breakfast. All that she had on was the button-down shirt he’d worn to dinner. Her plump arsecheeks just peaked out from beneath the hem, and it was clear that her puffy pussy was bare beneath it. At Ginny greeting, she turned to look at him, too, “Oh, darn it, you’re up.” At his quirked eyebrow, she gave him a naughty little smile, “I was planning on giving you a… pleasurable wake up call once breakfast was ready.”
No sane person would turn that down. Pointing over his shoulder with his thumb, he told her, “I’d be happy to go back and have a lie down.”
“No, no, no, you’re here now, so it’ll just have to wait until later.” She waved a spatula over in Ginny’s direction, “What you can do, is go sit down.”
Moving over to his girlfriend, well one of them now, he moved his chair close before sitting down. As he kissed her, he couldn’t help his hand from drifting up to tweak at one of her tiny, taut nipples, “Good morning, Gin.”
Biting her lower lip to suppress her moan, she breathed out, “Yes, it is.” He felt her dainty fingers squeezing against the inside of his thigh, just below the edge of his boxers.
“Hey, breakfast now, fun later.” Susan insisted as she started levitating their plates over to the table. It was a lovely spread. Rashers, sausages, baked beans, black pudding, tomatoes, toast, eggs and she even did some buttermilk pancakes to top it all off, “I figured we could all use a bit of a recharge after last night.”
Ginny snickered, “You’re right about that.”
She sat down on Ginny’s other side, and moved just as close, “I’m still a bit sore if I’m being honest.”
“In the best sort of way though?” Ginny had a knowing little smile on her face. Her first experience had been much the same after their first time together. Even after Ginny’s reassurances the first time, he felt a little guilt this second time, too but was reassured by what Susan said next.
“Bloody hell, yes.”
“Don’t worry,” Ginny patted her hand in commiseration, “you’ll get used to it.”
“I intend to get plenty of practice,” Susan threw them a quick wink, “so I certainly hope so.” With that she turned her attention back to the meal in front of them, “Now come on, let’s eat.”
Harry and Ginny both filled their plates, but as they did it, he couldn’t help but notice that Susan didn’t put any on her own, “Aren’t you going to eat, Susie?”
“Yep, I just had something else in mind.” Instead of making a plate for herself, she slid her way beneath the table and situated herself right between his knees. ‘Naughty girl wanted me all to herself this morning. Only reason she stopped us before we could get going.’
She trailed her index finger along the inside of his thigh, and his breath hitched as she rested her palm against his length. Beside him, Ginny wasn’t doing much better because their new lover’s other hand was doing much the same to her covered slit.
Fishing his growing shaft out of the hole of his boxers, she latched onto the fat crown with her plush lips and lavished attention on it with her tongue. It was hard not to fixate on the wonderful things she was doing beneath the table and left her meal largely forgotten.
Susan wasn’t having any of that, “Now, now, Harry, you have your breakfast, while I get mine.” Her nailed scraped against the crinkled skin of his ball-sack and made him twitch, “It’s all warm and waiting for me.” With that she went right back to sucking his swollen shaft with
‘Bloody hell.’ There was a wet ‘slick’ coming from between his girlfriend’s, or supposed other girlfriend’s, thighs. There was a light flush to her freckled face as she shakily brought some pancake to her mouth. Her eyes fluttered shut and she let out an adorable moan, and Harry wasn’t sure if it was because of Susan’s ministrations or her meal. ‘Probably a bit of both.’
When her amber eyes opened again, Ginny noticed his attention on her and gave a little smirk, “You might have a bit of competition for best cook in the house.”
“Well, we’ll just have to share then, won’t we?” Cooking was something he was good at and enjoyed, at least when doing it for people he cared about. But he wasn’t a dictator in the kitchen.
Deciding it was wisest to simply listen to the young woman at his feet, he started eating and could honestly say it was as good as anything he ever made. Ginny picked up enough from her mother over the years that she wasn’t half bad in her own right, but she didn’t do it nearly as often as he did, so didn’t have as much practice.
‘Glugh.’ Harry felt hot, thick spittle covering the lower quarter of his length as Susan struggled to take the rest of him in. Instead of letting it discourage her, she prodded the back of her throat with his spongy dome over and over again as she firmly fisted the rest of his length.
It took longer than was perfectly reasonable to actually eat the food in front of him, but who could blame him when the longer he took the longer he would have Susan’s lips wrapped around his girth. In both cases, Ginny finished first. Her lithe, athletic body shuddered as the lewd sounds coming from between her thighs grew louder. The heady aroma of her arousal filled the air as she leaned against him and dug her nails into his bicep as she experienced her first, and certainly not last, orgasm of the morning.
That meant that Harry became the sole focus of Susan’s attentions. She used both hands, including the creamy cum from Ginny’s pussy, and sucked him in a way that he could only describe as immaculate. The last of his breakfast sat there forgotten as he leaned back in his chair and let the sensations overtake him. He rested his hand on her copper hair and watched her pretty face bob back and forth on him.
A pinch on his nipple made him flex and his cock throbbed meaningfully. Ginny giggled at his reaction as she kissed against his shoulder, “Come on, love, cum for her.”
Groaning low in his throat, he could feel the cum racing up his cock, and so could Susan. She pulled back so that just his crown remained her mouth and stared at him as the first blasts of cum bathed her tongue. The taste of him left her moaning adorably in satisfaction as she gave his cock long, firm strokes as she tried to wring every last drop of spunk out of him.
Her cheeks bulged slightly as she tried to hold it all in, but some of it seeped from the corner of her lips before he was done. When his peak finally finished, she tilted her head back, careful not to spill a drop, showed him the creamy cum filling her mouth and swirled around with her tongue before making a show of swallowing it. With a bright smile, she told him, “Well, that was one tasty breakfast.”
All Harry could do was shake his head in astonishment, “One to remember if you ask me.”
“Can say that again.” Ginny agreed as she ran her finger along his thigh, “So… I assume this means we officially have a new girlfriend?”
Harry gave a full-bellied laugh at that, and only half-noticed as Susan slipped his softening member back into his pants, “Yeah, I’d say that’s a pretty safe assumption at this point.”
Both young women look elated at that news, but shared a look that he couldn’t quite decipher. But he certainly noticed it, “What is it?”
“Nothing… well, nothing bad.” Ginny assured him.
“There’s just something you really should know.” Susan continued. Harry quirked an eyebrow, and couldn’t help but feel mildly concerned, “But maybe we could go somewhere more comfortable before we tell you.”
Considering she was still kneeling on the tile floor of the kitchen, he could understand the suggestion. Pushing back, he offered her hand out from under the table, “You sure you don’t want to eat something?”
She gave cute little snort, “Harry, dear, I ate plenty already.” Finishing with a wink, it made the whole thing entirely absurd and more endearing than it had any right to be, considering what she was referring to.
Harry rolled his eyes, “Right, well is this more of a ‘clothes on’ sort of conversation or…” He left it hanging and decided to leave it to the two women.
“Nope,” Ginny sounded entirely confident about that, so he had no reason to doubt her. Before they shifted though, she reached over to Susan’s lip and swiped the last of his seed from the corner of her lip before popping it into her mouth. Susan didn’t seem to mind at all, if anything she was amused.
They went together into the sitting room, and he was led over to the couch before the redheads pushed him down. Susan was quite a bit taller than Ginny, and it left her impressive bust nearly at eyelevel with the younger girl. Which also meant that Ginny could rest her head against the swell of Susan’s impressive bust as she leaned against her side. There was a sort of familiarity to it that he found hard not to notice.
“So… what do you want to tell me?” For a second, Ginny bit her lower lip and she looked nervous. ‘I know she said that it was nothing bad but this is getting a bit worrying.’
Then she just got it out all in a rush, “I don’t want you to agree to this relationship without being completely honest with you. I didn’t choose Susan at random. The moment you told me about the situation with the Black family name, I knew exactly who I wanted to bring into our relationship.” That wasn’t entirely surprising and did a great deal to explain her rather calm response to the news to begin with. ‘And she did say she had the perfect person in mind.’
Ginny didn’t even take a breath “The day you told me I actually got in contact with Susan because there wasn’t anybody else, I could really think of asking. Well… that’s not true, but she’s the one that I was going to ask first, that’s for damn sure.” That made the other redhead smile, abashed.
“And why is that, Gin?” Nothing she’d said so far was anything to worry about as far as he was concerned. ‘Ginny couldn’t’ve chosen better if she tried!’
“Because… well…”
Susan’s hand snaked around her hip, and she gave it a squeeze to calm her down. Continuing for her she explained, “During the war, while you were busy fighting Voldemort,” He couldn’t help but smile at that because even after his final defeat, there were still people too afraid to say it, “Ginny and I were at Hogwarts dealing with the Death Eaters.”
Even when everyone assured him that there was nothing more he could’ve done, he still couldn’t help but feel some sense of guilt. If he’d only been quicker, how much suffering could have been avoided for innocent people.
“Don’t,” Ginny was looking at him with that fire in her eyes that he loved so much, “It wasn’t your fault. We wouldn’t have done anything differently even if we could. It was our choice to rebel, not yours, so don’t you blame yourself for one bloody second.”
It was amazing just how well she’d come to recognize his moods in their time together, and he could only give her a small, grateful smile.
“Damn right, Potter.” Susan was glaring at him too.
Harry held up his hands in surrender, “Fine, I get the point. I’m starting to see there might be times when I’m outnumbered in this little arrangement.” That caused them both to snicker.
“Anyway, we were there… together… so many times just hiding in the Room of Requirement or anywhere else we could get away from the worst of them.”
“And… we got really close.” Ginny told him, her voice strained, her eyes not quite meeting his, “You and I were broken up, and as much as I knew that if we both made it out of the war alive, I wanted to be with you… I was lonely.”
“We both were… not that, that’s the only reason we decided to get together.” Susan wasn’t remotely worried about telling him any of this, but then that made sense. ‘She’s not the one who was in a relationship with me the year before.’
Harry swallowed and kept quiet. There was a part of him that wanted to be angry, but he knew that it would be unreasonable. Whether he wanted to or not, he had broken up with Ginny, and so, he had no right to feel any way about her taking comfort with someone else. And even then, the fact it was another woman did a great deal to calm him.
“Wow… that’s quite a lot to take in…” Whatever he’d been expecting them to say, this really hadn’t been it. Looking at Ginny, he could see that as much as she tried to play it off, it had clearly been eating at her.
Standing up, he tilted her chin up so that she would look at him, “It’s alright, Gin. I promise. You didn’t do anything wrong. There was no way of knowing either of us would see the end of the war… me in particular.” She poked him in the shoulder for that, and he only smirked back, “I’m just glad that you had each other.” He ran a hand through his hair, “While I appreciate it, I’m not sure if you even needed to tell me.”
“It wouldn’t have felt right without you knowing.” He wasn’t sure if he’d ever heard anything so sincere in his entire life. Susan just nodded her agreement. Cupping her cheek, he leaned down for a kiss that she happily returned. When they pulled apart, she gave him a wicked little smile, “You didn’t quite let us finish the story.”
“I did say that it wasn’t just loneliness that drove us together.” Susan added.
“Alright… what else was it then?”
“You.” Ginny’s fingers skimmed along the waistband of his pants while Susan’s hand went back to squeeze his bum.
“Me?”
“Yep,” Ginny popped the ‘p’, “which is exactly why Susan was the first person that came to mind when you told me about this situation of ours.”
“One night, when the elves managed to sneak us some wine, I might have mentioned to your lovely girlfriend how much I wanted to squeeze your bum in your quidditch trousers.” Susan revealed as she did just that, “And I also might have told her… that I fancied you for years… without you noticing.”
“That’s… definitely new to me.” It was mindboggling to him just how oblivious he could be sometimes. ‘Could be worse I suppose, just look at Ron.’ He knew about Ginny’s schoolgirl crush, obviously, and even Gabrielle’s but he hadn’t the slightest inkling that Susan had any feelings for him.
Susan snorted out a laugh, “I’m not surprised. You only had eyes for Cho in fourth and fifth year and Ginny in sixth. Between that and everything else going on, I can’t really blame you.”
“Though she couldn’t figure out why you decided to dump me.” Ginny giggled.
“You’re gorgeous, and a proper firecracker. I can’t imagine why anyone would want to dump you.”
“I was…” He was stopped by a kiss against his lips.
“We know why you did it, you dolt.” Susan said as Ginny kept kissing him, “But she was a target either way. Her family was the most notorious bunch of bloodtraitors in the country!”
In all fairness, that was true, but he didn’t think that putting another target on her head would help her any. Ginny let him go, “Anyway, our heart to heart led to… something more. That was the first night that we slept together.”
“Yes…” Susan agreed with a hint of mischief in her voice, “after you riled me up for ages by telling me about all the things you and Harry managed to get up to in the quiet moments after you got together.”
Harry shared a look with Ginny, and she gave a little shrug of her shoulders as if to say ‘guilty as charged,’ before continuing the story, “I won’t lie, our time together was… fantastic, I won’t lie. But I still missed you… every time. So much of what we did together included you anyway.”
He felt soft fingers slip beneath the waistband of his pants to his half-hard cock, “Every time we were pumping away at our little cunnies it was as we talked about you.” Susan’s voice was laced with lust, “About your body, about your cock.”
“About all of the things that we were going to do to you when we had the opportunity.” Ginny kissed against his pectoral as she pushed his trousers down to his ankles. Together the two lovely redheads started toying with his now very erect length.
They were painting a very vivid picture. He could see it clear as day in his mind, the two of them sitting side by side, on a bed created by the Room, hammering away at their dripping slits with his name on their lips. It was enough to send a bead of precum dripping from his engorged tip.
“But after…” He couldn’t get the thought out as they stroked him with an impressive level of coordination.
“After the war, that time we had together seemed like a dream. We discussed what we would do next and decided it would be best to leave it in the past.” Ginny confided, “I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was choosing between the two of you… and there was no doubt I was going to choose you.”
“And I never would’ve asked you to. As much as I love you, Ginny, I know you love Harry more.” Susan assured her as they kept stroking him.
The girls shared a smile, “Must just be that overwhelming Potter attraction when it comes to redheads.”
They all shared a chuckle at that before Ginny continued, “But then this brilliant opportunity came along… and all I could think was that I would be a fool not to grab it with both hands.” As if to prove that point the two gorgeous girls took hold of him in a double-handed grip and started stroking him, “Plus, I know how much you love a redhead.”
Harry gave a strained laugh, “Seems… seems you’re not much different, Gin.”
“Well, I am going to be Mrs. Potter someday so…”
“So… what do you think?” For the first time, Susan appeared shy about everything. Considering he was perfectly happy to let her keep working on his shaft, he thought his answer was obvious.
His breathing came out in little puffs as he tried to get the words out through the pleasure, “I… I think… I’d be a fool… to be upset… because however this… this came about… I’m happy with where it’s ended up.” Ginny and Susan were both elated at the news as the incessant beating of their fists drove him closer and closer to that sweet release.
But they had something else in mind, as their hands slowed to a steady beating that allowed his peak to slowly ebb away. Ginny kissed against the side of his arm, “Love, there’s one thing in particular that I always wanted to see you do with Susan.”
The other redhead seemed to know exactly what she was referring to as she bounced excitedly. Harry doubted it would be anything unpleasant for any of them, so he saw no harm in agreeing, “Of course.”
They let go of him then. As Susan threw his shirt off her body, Harry was momentarily mesmerized by the bouncing of her incredible, perky tits. She laid down on the floor right at their feet while Ginny gathered the leaking precum from his tip and made sure that he was properly lubricated, “I want to watch you manhandle her fat fucking tits, Harry. I want you fuck them.”
There was no denying that he liked that idea as it sent his cock twitching. He loved everything he did with his girlfriend in the bedroom, but she wasn’t gifted enough in that department to try something like that. ‘At least not without the help of a bit of magic.’
Without hesitation, he kneeled down on the soft rug of the sitting room, straddling Susan’s chest. His swollen member ‘thwacked’ against her soft tit-flesh and left her pale skin lightly reddened. Taking hold of him, she guided his cock to the valley between her breasts before forcing her arms up to create an exquisite tunnel that was visually stunning.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Ginny stood over Susan, close enough to touch. Pulling the gusset of her panties to the side, she sat down so that her bare slit was pressed firmly into Susan’s waiting mouth. She was clearly waiting for it because her eager tongue darted out to take a taste of Ginny’s sweet juices before she even sat herself down fully. Moaning, Ginny pinched her own nipple in one hand while she reached down to tweak one of Susan’s with the other.
Their sensual moans were more than enough to spur him on. Slowly, deliberately, he worked into a steady rhythm. Ginny gave a cute little whine the first time he thrust against Susan’s soft titties, “How does it feel?”
“Bloody brilliant.” It was an entirely new experience, completely different from a mouth or a pussy and fantastic in its own way. Even Susan’s prodigious bosom couldn’t fully contain his length and on each pass the last few inches of his cock popped free and nearly prodded against her chin.
It was an obscene sight that he couldn’t take his eyes from… and neither could Ginny. Every time it poked free she let out a little moan of approval. Her finger dug into his thigh as Susan’s skilled tongue worked her closer and closer to her peak.
Together, they drove closer, second by second, to euphoria. It was Susan that came first unable to take the constant stimulation to her big, oversensitive tits. Ginny was absolutely gleeful when the other redhead moaned and shuddered beneath them, “I… I always love getting her off with just her tits. I would… suck on her nipple for hours just… just keeping her on edge.”
That was something he wouldn’t mind attempting for himself at some point, but he was more worried about the then and there. As she twitched through her orgasm, Susan became useless at pleasing Ginny’s pussy so, she took matters into her own hand… quite literally.
The next time that Harry popped free of Susan’s cleavage, Ginny took hold of him, sat down on the top of Susan’s chest and angled him right toward her welcoming heat. So, as Harry kept fucking between soft breasts, he ended up in the wet warmth of Ginny’s tiny twat. He wasn’t entirely sure how they managed to coordinate it, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if some magic were involved, but they did.
“Oh fuck, yes. Cum on, Harry! I’m so close!” It took only a dozen strokes before Ginny threw her head back in ecstasy as she fell over the edge. As she lost control of her body, her clutching tunnel slipped off his prodding prick. But he was already past the point of no return.
His balls tightened almost violently as he gave a few more snaps of his hips that left Susan’s beautiful breasts shaking. Then he exploded, covering Ginny’s pussy and thighs in his creamy cum with the first three ropes. Then she was pushed to the side with a little yelp. Staring up at him, blue eyes wild, Susan demanded, “On my tits! Cover them!”
With the rest of his massive load, he covered her creamy skin in white. Some of it pooled in the hollow of her throat as she cooed and moaned up at him. Flicking the last few drops out by slapping his crown against her nipple, she quivered at the sensation.
Instead of being put out by her unceremonious removal, Ginny stared at their new girlfriend looking ravenous. The moment he pulled away, she was on Susan, licking up every drop she could find.
It was quite the thing to see… and for the second time in less than a day, he couldn’t help but be thankful for redheads and how much they loved Potters.
