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Queens ch.23
🕑 Added 2024-02-26 11:00:00 +0000 UTCHarry felt Tracey's gaze on him, and her hand moved higher under the table, discreetly embracing him. "We can both confirm that," added Gabr
Harry felt Tracey's gaze on him, and her hand moved higher under the table, discreetly embracing him.
"We can both confirm that," added Gabrielle, sliding her hand along the inside of Harry's thigh, stopping tantalizingly close to his excitement.
"That's right," Grandpa chimed in with a knowing smile. His eyes shifted toward the table's edge, as if he could perceive the girls' secret touches. Then, he directed his wise gaze at Harry. "These past four years have been dedicated to this goal. And the result is right beside you." Harry's cheeks flushed, and his jeans grew tighter as his excitement surged. Grandpa was not oblivious; he seemed to savor Tracey and Gabrielle's actions. "What else should I keep in mind?" Harry asked, pushing the lesson forward.
"Confidence must be visible," Grandpa continued. "And that's an aspect you've dedicated a lot of effort to, especially in the last six weeks."
"Indeed," Tracey interjected, her hand still tracing the table's surface. "It's one of his most appealing qualities." Gabrielle's hand followed suit, tracing upward along his hardened shaft. "Although it wasn't easy for him at the beginning." Gabrielle's dual attention didn't escape anyone's notice, and Tracey stifled a quiet giggle. "But he has certainly mastered it by now."
Grandpa agreed. "However, that's not all. You must build a foundation of trust with Fleur, creating positive memories together. Most importantly, you must perceive her the way she wants to be seen."
Gabrielle added, "We're planning to spend the weekend at Daphne's cottage by the lake. Bill and Fleur will be there, along with Daphne and Bob."
"Excellent," Grandpa agreed. "That's the perfect scenario." He shifted his attention back to Gabrielle. "You can help by showing your sister what's allowed. Shower Harry with affection in her presence."
"Of course," Gabrielle said, her tender gaze fixed on Harry. "I'd do it no matter what."
"Great," Grandpa turned back to Harry, his tone growing more serious. "Listen carefully to the next part, Harry." As the girls' hands sensually moved over him in a rhythmic dance, his heart raced. "I'm all ears."
"Here's the most important point," Grandpa continued, "You must not be perceived as a secondary option. Instead, you must openly flirt with Fleur. And at the right moment, steal a kiss."
"Not a sisterly kiss," Gabrielle clarified.
"Right," Tracey agreed, her fingers dancing along his body. "If you kiss her the way you kiss me, Bill won't stand a chance." She sighed and pouted slightly, as if contemplating. "Unfortunately, I can't join you this weekend. I have a shift at the hospital."
"No worries," Gabrielle assured her, tightening her embrace around him. "I know exactly how to handle this." The girls and Harry had already planned to spend the night at Grandpa's house, which had many guest rooms, each adorned with a king-size plush bed. Their chosen room featured a large Jacuzzi tub that could accommodate three people.
After dinner and another bottle of wine, the trio moved to the bathtub, undressing and indulging in an hour of naked intimacy. They kissed, caressed, and explored, driving Harry into a feverish state of arousal.
Sitting in the center of the tub, Harry's hands gripped Tracey's buttocks firmly, and his swollen member nestled into her slick, pink folds. Behind him, Gabrielle's hardened nipples tantalizingly grazed his back as she wrapped her long legs around his hips, her feet sliding along his outer thighs.
Tracey sat on Harry's lap in the shallow water, his tip gliding through her wet slit. Her ample breasts bounced enticingly, nipples erect against his chest. She wrapped one hand around his erection, stroking it, while her other hand leaned in for a passionate kiss. Her hips rocked, pushing his stiff length along her slippery entrance. "Mmmm... fuck me," her breathy whisper dripped with raw desire.
Wrapping her arms around his waist, Gabrielle's fingers traced the contours of his chiseled abdomen before tightening on his well-defined chest. Her breathless moans echoed in his ear, and her warm tongue explored his neck with a force that promised a significant encounter. Pulling away with a snap, she shot a reproachful glance at Tracey. "You had him yesterday and the day before. It's my turn now."
Tracey tightened her grip around his shaft, guiding the tip along her labia, sending shivers through Harry. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her fingers manipulated his length. "But you'll have him all weekend. I have to work."
Desire pulsed through Harry as his hips thrust forward, igniting sensations that bordered on unbearable. The surreal aspect of two magnificent women vying for the privilege of taking him to bed was not lost on him. He grappled with conflicting emotions—should he let events unfold or satisfy his own desire for Tracey? He glanced behind him, encountering Gabrielle's eager gaze, and then leaned in, soft lips meeting soft lips. A gentle kiss ensued, and his tongue teased hers. The radiance in Gabrielle's blue eyes took him by surprise, sending shivers through his stomach. Moments like these emphasized Gabrielle's stunning allure, casting a mesmerizing spell. "Don't worry, darling. I'm sufficiently aroused for both of you."
Gabrielle raised an eyebrow and responded, "I don't want seconds, alright?" She shifted her hand to his member, joining Tracey in their stroking. "I want your big, throbbing cock ready and eager."
"Of course, darling," Harry assured her. "Stay right where you are. I'll take you to the stratosphere."
"Alright. I'll take your word for it." Her tongue trailed along his neck, leaving a vivid trail near his shoulder.
Lust gleamed in Tracey's emerald eyes, and her plump lips glistened in the subdued bathroom light. Her blonde hair was tied up in a high bun, with stray locks cascading down her neck and cheeks.
Slender, mature, and seductive, Tracey was the epitome of allure. His erection throbbed as he sought entry, the abyss of orgasm tantalizingly close. Squeezing her ample breast in one hand, his hips surged forward, and the bulbous head of his member nestled into her silky folds, finding solace in her warm, snug cavern.
Pushing upward, Harry plunged deeper into Tracey's depths, the warm embrace of her velvety passage stimulating his senses. The intoxicating pulse echoed in his penis, and he shifted his body weight, plunging further into her embrace.
Tracey's moans grew more intense, her emerald gaze focused on him, her fingers tightening around his shaft, enveloping it with a velvety grip. Her sensual tongue danced in his mouth, her breath washing over his upper lip, and her fingers tangled in his wet hair.
Gabrielle's proximity intensified, her hips swaying and brushing, her slick folds rubbing against his buttocks. Her hands explored his abdomen and chest, and her intoxicating moans filled the air as her lips left vivid marks on his neck. Her intoxicating jasmine scent enveloped him, heightening his arousal.
Harry's pelvis moved, pushing his erection deeper into Tracey's warm, welcoming embrace. Her sensual gaze remained locked on his, and her core clenched around his rigid member, caressing it in an undulating rhythm.
A wave of pleasure washed over Harry, his member quivered with enthusiasm. The pleasure pulsed and intensified, and he adjusted his angle, the depth of his thrusts increasing in her tight, wet depths.
The cascading water provided a soothing backdrop, the rhythmic beating of waves against fiberglass accompanying their erotic venture. The trio had chosen a steamy, yet shallow water temperature, anticipating the whirlwind their shared passion would create. Harry relished the feeling of being engulfed by two captivating women, savoring their every touch.
As Tracey rode his shaft, their bodies molded together in an intimate embrace, and their tongues intertwined in a passionate kiss. Gabrielle's proximity enveloped him in a sensual haze, her fluid movements seamlessly blending with their collective intensity. Threesomes had become their second nature, and each experience honed their proficiency. Harry's sexual endurance had doubled, and achieving two peaks in a single session was well within his capabilities. However, adding Fleur to their dynamic posed a complex challenge. Not only was she a certified goddess, but managing three women simultaneously was an art form he had yet to master. Four bordered on full-fledged orgy territory, an experience that extended beyond his scope.
Harry immersed himself in Tracey, thrusting into her eagerly, his member plunging in and out as her passionate moans mixed with the splashes of water. Her slick folds clung to him, and his familiarity with her body and the cues from their countless encounters guided him. He sensed her impending climax and was determined to push her over the edge.
Tracey's hips undulated toward him, adjusting his length to her petite frame. "Ohhhh... mmmmm... yes," she gasped, breathless and fervent. Her grip tightened on the edge of the tub.
Harry kissed her tenderly behind her ear and murmured, "I love you. Let go, darling."
A high-pitched cry erupted from Tracey as her body tensed. She was seized by a seismic orgasm, her core clenching around his member at a rapid pace. She pulled him closer, pressing her breasts against his chest, their curves melding together.
Harry cleared his throat as his thrusts plunged deep, and his own climax surged. Holding still, he turned his head, and his member erupted, releasing streams of warm, creamy release into her depths. He grabbed Tracey's creamy buttocks, kneading and pulsating as he filled her with load after load.
"Je t'aime davantage," she whispered in his ear, her voice husky as she teased his swollen member, drawing his essence into her core.
Her declaration of loving him more was a refrain of their intimate moments together. He didn't question it, but the thought of being loved more was unfathomable. Imagining a life without Tracey or Gabrielle was an abyss of fear. As his release subsided, he inhaled her sweet scent, and his member throbbed as he savored the pulsating grip of her core around him.
Behind him, Gabrielle's patience waned. Her hands slid down his abdomen, and her hips quivered, as if beckoning him. She kissed his neck, inching closer. "Fuck me, Harry. I need you inside me."
His desire reignited, Tracey slid off his member, allowing Harry to turn and face Gabrielle.
Gabrielle's jet-black hair clung to her shoulders, and her pale green eyes smoldered with desire. Her full lips glistened in the soft light, water droplets glistened on her honeyed skin. A faint smile graced her lips.
"All aboard who's coming aboard," Harry joked, embracing Gabrielle's shoulders and pulling her closer.
Gabrielle giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist as she guided his stiff tip through her velvety pink folds. "Mmmmm... nice and hard, just the way I like it," she said. She smiled, wrapping one arm around his neck as their lips met in a passionate kiss.
Meanwhile, Tracey moved closer, sitting behind his back. Her breasts brushed against his spine before her slender form pressed against him. A smile appeared on her lips as she looked at Gabrielle. "Don't worry. I've left plenty for you."
The thought of going soft was comical in the face of Gabrielle's seductive presence. His members remained fervent. Harry broke the kiss with Gabrielle, looking into her eyes. "You're too irresistible for me to hesitate. It won't happen."
Gabrielle's giggle gave way to a sensual moan as she enveloped his swollen tip with her tight core, her face contorting with pleasure. "Mmmmm... ohhhh... fuck. Baby, you're stretching me just right."
Moving downward, her core tightened around his shaft, ensnaring him in an enticing grip. His erection throbbed, and his body quivered, surrendering to ecstasy. "Oh God, Beck. You're incredibly tight."
Their gazes met, and her brows furrowed in euphoria. "I love you, darling," she murmured, then turned to kiss Tracey, their tongues intertwining. Gabrielle's hips swayed, riding his steel length, swaying in lazy circles, savoring his unwavering masculinity.
Harry let out a throaty groan as he cupped her firm breast, teasing the nipple between his fingers. He kissed her neck, and her core clenched in harmony with his heartbeat, undulating under the rhythmic waves of water.
