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[BONUS] Lord Potter-Black and his Wives Pt. 4
🕑 Added 2018-02-12 23:09:45 +0000 UTC A/N: A little bit of rest and relaxation for our growing harem~-x-X-x-
It was a nice, sunny day. The kind of day one spent outside, lounging about by a clear, cool body of water, getting a tan or getting one’s swim on, depending on just how one was feeling. Luckily, the old Potter home came equipped with a fully functioning, magically enchanted pool. The enchantments that left the pool looking pristine were wearing a bit thin when Harry first moved in, but with some instruction from a book out of the Potter Library and some help from his House Elves, Harry was able to get them back into tip-top shape.
Swimming through the water like a fish, the Lord Potter-Black kept his body moving as he made his way from one end of the pool to the other. He’d found a love for swimming, when it didn’t involve him diving deep down into a murky dark lake filled with merfolk to recover the treasure they’d stolen from him. As long as the water was clear and he could see that there was nothing waiting for him down in the depths, Harry enjoyed submerging himself very much indeed.
With the bubble-head charm, he could do underwater laps for over an hour without stopping, and that was exactly what he’d been doing, going back and forth, building his stamina and endurance and strength. He was magically quite powerful… but over the years, Harry had learned that magic was not all there was too it. One had to be able to move, and move fast, because some spells could not be blocked or deflected.
Kicking off the far side of the pool, Harry begins his journey back to the other end, his last lap as it so happens. The bubblehead charm is only going to stay up for another fifteen seconds… but in the end, he makes it to the other end with time to spare, cresting the surface of the water and grabbing onto the side of the pool as the bubble around his head pops. Smiling, he takes in the sight of his four lovely wives, all lounging in the sun, with the Potter home as the backdrop.
It reminded Harry of just how lucky a young man he was. Having such beautiful witches all to himself… his cock begins to grow hard in his swim trunks, and it only gets worse when his eyes flicker over the four women, only to stop on Daphne. Sometime in the last hour while he was swimming, the Lady Black had decided to forego her bikini entirely. Susan wore a black two-piece, and Hannah wore the same design in yellow. Hufflepuff colors, amusingly enough.
Tracy wore a red and gold bikini and Harry imagined she’d bought it solely to draw his eye, given her status as a Slytherin. House Potter did have a long history of churning out Gryffindors, after all. Daphne on the other hand, had been wearing a silver and black two piece of the same design as Tracey’s… at least, she had been when he’d first dove under.
Now the elegant bikini was crumpled quite inelegantly off to the side, and Daphne was lounging on her back, her perky tits exposed, and her legs parted ever so slightly as she touched herself quite openly. The other girls clearly saw what she was doing and were even slightly jealous that they hadn’t thought of it first… but they were all too proud to copy her at that point in time. Daphne had won this round quite handedly.
Intrigued, Harry slips out of the pool and stands up. He could have cast a drying charm on himself, but instead he allows the water to drip off of him and his soaked swim trunks, the outline of his hardening cock visible through the drenched garment as he walks over to where Daphne lays. The blonde witch has her eyes shut, but as his shadow falls over her, she peeks at him with one eye and grins salaciously.
“Ah, Harry~ Finally done with your swim? Be a dear and give me some cream, would you?”
Harry lifts a brow, glancing to the bottle of lotion at Daphne’s side. It’s closer to her than he is at this point, but he’s in too good of a mood to care. Stepping forward, he reaches for the lotion even as he comes into reach of Daphne. Before his hand can close around the bottle, he stops dead as Daphne in turns reaches out and grabs at the outline of his cock, licking her lips quite hungrily, and abruptly far more aware.
“Not that cream Harry. THIS cream.”
Snorting derisively as he finally catches onto her game, Harry turns to face the blonde Slytherin entirely, watching with some amusement as she sits up, her tits bouncing and jiggling a bit in the process. She slowly peels back his soaks swim trunks and lets out a coo of approval when his half-hard cock jumps up and very nearly smacks her in the face. Grinning just as salaciously as before, Daphne takes hold of his member, stroking it up and down with her slender fingers and smooth palm.
Harry grunts, quite enjoying the attention. He reaches out as Daphne leans in, and just as her lips close over his cockhead, he grabs one of her tits and squeezes, grinning wickedly as she moans, the sound sending pleasurable reverberations up the length of his dick. Casually playing with her breast as Daphne bobs up and down on his member, Harry tilts his head back and lets out a low, contented sigh. This is the life.
Daphne’s enthusiasm picks up, and Harry grunts as he moves his hand from her chest to her hair almost instinctively. His finger curl into her blonde locks and he holds her in place as he begins to thrust deeper into her mouth. Her eyes look up into his own and her tongue slides back and forth along the underside of his cock. He goes deeper and deeper… but in truth, it’s been a few hours since his last release. Harry’s magic has been subtly changing his body since he started picking up more and more wives. To keep all of the witches in his life satisfied, he was now capable of far more when it came to sex.
His orgasm came fast, and Daphne was quick to tear herself from his grasp as soon as she felt him pulsating and throbbing in her mouth. Harry grunts as the blonde witch takes hold of his cock with both hands and presents herself to him, directing his dick tip down at her naked chest and stroking him off for all she’s worth. A moment later and he’s cumming, his seed painting her face, her breasts, and even her belly white. The sticky, hot ejaculate gets all over Daphne, but that appears to be exactly what she wanted, judging by the wanton moan that escapes her lips.
Releasing his cock, still erect as it is, Daphne looks up at Harry with an impish grin on her face.
“Thanks lover~ This is exactly what I wanted.”
As she begins to rub it in to her skin, seeming content to leave his cum all over her front, Harry watches on, slightly amused with an eyebrow lifted in mild surprise. He’d had no idea the blonde witch enjoyed facials that much.
“Harry, if you’re done with the slut, can you come over here and put some ACTUAL lotion on me?”
Blinking, Harry looks up to see Susan with a bottle of her own in hand and a wide smile on her face. Both Tracey and Hannah look slightly disappointed that the red head has preempted them. Not even Harry imagines Susan ONLY wants some lotion rubbed into her flesh. Still, he rather likes the idea of playing with her top-heavy, voluptuous body. Chuckling, Harry walks over to where the beautiful young woman is laid out.
Susan promptly turns over onto her front and reaches back to undo the tie of her bikini top. The black top falls away from her, acting as nothing more than a bit of cloth to keep her boobs from scraping against the lounge chair. With her sizable ass, the beautiful witch’s body slanted in a positively delightful way. Grinning wickedly, Harry takes the lotion bottle from Susan’s outstretched hand and then straddles both her and the lounge chair, sitting right on her thighs, right below her ass.
A gasp leaves the red head’s lips, but beyond a bit of squirming that does excellent things to her bikini-clad behind, she doesn’t protest his action, even as Harry pours a bit of lotion into his hand, not much more than the size of a galleon. Setting the bottle aside, Harry rubs his palms together a bit, and then gets to work on Susan’s naked body, starting at her shoulders and really digging in, much to the witch’s vocal appreciation.
“Ooh, that’s the spot Harry…”
Harry smirks as he works his digits into the red head’s pliable flesh, while also applying just a bit of magic through his fingertips to really spice up his technique. His hands move along Susan’s half-naked form, sliding from her shoulders to her shoulder blades, then down further to her back and her lower back. He gathers more lotion when he needs it, but its clear its become more of a massage than an application of suntan lotion at this point.
Regardless, Harry eventually arrives at the prize. His fingers curl around the little bow ties holding Susan’s bikini bottoms together. By this point, the witch is a moaning, melted puddle of pleasure and relaxation, and she doesn’t say a word in protest when he tugs the bowties free and reveals her delectable derriere to the open air. Another bit of lotion applied to his palms and then Harry is kneading Susan’s ass to his heart’s content.
He quite likes the Hufflepuff’s behind. She’s got a superb one, that’s for sure. And the more he stares at her butt, the more he gropes and kneads it with his hands as Susan moans and writhes beneath him, the greater Harry’s desire to get some reciprocation grows. He wouldn’t want to disturb her or anything of course… best to leave her where she is. Squirting a sizable amount of lotion onto his palm, Harry slaps the lubricant down on Susan’s ass crack, and then he spreads her cheeks apart with his fingers as he begins to work it into her sphincter.
The red head stiffens for all of a moment before relaxing and letting him do as he likes. When Harry brings his hard cock to bear on her back door, Susan doesn’t protest one bit at the sudden pressure of his thick prick tip against her sphincter. Her asshole, thoroughly lubed up by this point, parts easily for him, and Harry slides in as his lotioned palms leave a thin layer of extra lubricant on his cock shaft as well.
Inch by inch, he buries himself in Susan’s ass. Pristine as always, but then with magic, there was no reason for a bottom not to be superb. Harry grunts as he finds himself lost in Susan’s big, fat bubble butt, and his hands come off of his dick as he begins to thrust in and out of her. They grab her ass cheeks instead, and he squeezes and gropes and kneads her posterior once more, even as he fucks her right there on the lounge chair, plowing her ass in front of all three of his other wives.
Lady Bones takes his ‘bone’ with all the aplomb of a moaning whore, her voluptuous naked form shaking and jiggling under the force of his thrusts. As Harry pistons in and out of her cunt, his hands come up off of her slightly red ass and slide under her body to grab at her tits. He kneads her breasts quite thoroughly, and grins wickedly when Susan’s moans turn to cries of pleasure.
She cums soon after that, and her butt muscles clench down hard around his thrusting member, until finally Harry can’t quite hold back any longer. He grunts as he pulls out at the last second, painting Susan with his seed much the same way as he’d painted Daphne. His cum centers mostly around her buttocks, but plenty of it coats her lower back as well before he’s done. Harry smirks as Susan looks back over her shoulder, first at him and then at the mess he’s made of her body.
Pouting playfully, the red head reaches back and gives her cum-coated ass cheek a wet-sounding smack.
“So mean, Harry~”
The powerful young wizard just shrugs, still grinning as he climbs off of her and her lounge chair. Before he can reply to her however, Tracey’s voice fills the air.
“Harry! You’ve made such a mess of yourself. Come here, I’ll help clean you up~”
His girls really are vying for his attention today. Grinning, Harry turns to where the Slytherin brunette is sitting up in her lounge chair, her legs dangling over the side. Her top is already removed, and her breasts are on full display as he moves over to join her. As soon as he’s in reach, she grabs his cock, taking hold of it much like Daphne did. Bringing him close, she closes her lips around his dick tip and swirls her tongue over his messy cockhead, licking up the remnants of his cum load.
Once she’s done, she pulls back and gives Harry a wicked grin.
“There’s something I’ve always wanted to try~”
Moving away from him and back onto the lounge chair, Tracey lays down the wrong way, and lets her head half-dangle off of the end of the chair, her feet up where the other witch’s heads are, as she reaches up and grabs hold of her fat tits, squeezing and playing with them right before his eyes.
“C’mon Harry~ Be a good husband and fuck your wife’s titties!”
The crass language gets an amused snort out of the wizard as he moves into position. His cock slips in between Tracey’s breasts and the young woman immediately wraps her tits around his length, sliding them up and down. It’s obvious Tracey already applied lotion of her own, because the passage is smooth, frictionless, and altogether pleasurable.
Of course, having the venerable Lady Potter licking and suckling at his ball sack helped with the pleasure as well. Tracey’s tongue swirls around each of his nuts, before her mouth closes over one and then the other, sucking them deep before releasing them to begin the process all over again. For a few minutes, the sounds of Tracey’s lubed up tits slipping along his length and her wet lips smacking at his balls are the only things he hears, even as he thoroughly enjoys the witch’s ministrations.
Letting out a grunt, Harry finds himself getting closer and closer, and as his cock throbs and pulsates yet again, he wonders very briefly where he should cum this time. In the end, Tracey takes that decision away from him quite swiftly when she goes a step further than a simply titty-job. Her breasts slide off his cock as Tracey grabs hold of his member and guides him backwards. His balls slip out of her mouth, and a moment later they’re replaced by his dick itself as she practically inhales his cockhead and more into her wide-open mouth.
His dick slides between her lips and thanks to Tracey’s current position, it keeps sliding. Inch after inch of Harry’s dick ends up going right down Tracey’s throat, the witch’s neck bulging a little as his cock finds an unimpeded path into her esophagus. Her throat squeezes on his member and Harry goes a little cross-eyed as he suddenly finds a new favorite position for oral. With a grunt, the wizard begins to thrust away into Tracey’s face hole with all the force he can muster, gagging the willing witch quite thoroughly with his cock.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
The pressure is intense as Tracey’s tongue writhes along the top of his length, her lips suctioned down hard around his shaft. He was close before, so it’s not surprise that it only takes him a couple minutes to begin to cum, his seed pouring into Tracey’s gullet. He’s impressed when the brunette witch immediately begins to swallow, her neck convulsing from the sight as she drinks down every last drop of his seed. She doesn’t spill a bit of it, and from the looks of things, that’s very much by design.
Just as with Daphne, Harry is more than a little surprised to learn just how much Tracey enjoys drinking his cum. But that does seem to be the case, with her throat milking his cock for every last bit of ejaculate and her lips suctioned so tightly around the base of his member. When he finally does pull out, her cheeks, suctioned in as well, tug at every last inch of his length, until finally he pops free of her lips, allowing the brunette witch to straighten up and give him a smile.
“Thanks Harry. That was exactly what the med-witch ordered~”
Harry just chuckles and shakes his head at her antics. At ALL of their antics, to be honest. The only one who he hadn’t gotten around to at this point was… the young wizard’s eyes finally slide over to Hannah. The blonde voyeur blushes as he stares at her. Her bikini bottoms are tugged to the side, and one half of her top is off of one of her breasts. She’s pistoning three fingers in and out of her cunt and groping at her exposed tit as she stares at him, unabashedly.
He lifts a single eyebrow, and in response Hannah just rolls her eyes and spreads her legs open before doing the same with her pussy lips.
“Just get over here and fuck me already, Harry!”
Well, he can’t say no to that, now can he? Chuckling, the powerful young wizard strides over to the final lounge chair, containing the final witch. Hannah’s blush ratchets up a notch as he follows her instruction, but she doesn’t try to pull back or stop him, even as he climbs on board the lounge chair as well, leaning over her. With her legs open and her pussy lips spread by her fingers, its quite easy for Harry to guide his cock in without having to use either of his hands.
Instead, while his cock slides into Hannah’s dripping wet cunt, one hand slides into her blonde locks so he can properly kiss her, while the other reaches up and flips her bikini top off of her tits altogether, groping at her fantastic tits and drawing pleasured moans from her mouth. All four of his wives have absolutely kick-ass bodies, that’s for sure. Susan probably has the best ass. Tracey and Daphne are the more well-rounded. Hannah’s tits though? They’re phenomenal, and even as he begins to slowly thrust in and out of her tightening cunt, its her breasts that Harry focuses on, letting go of her hair after a moment just so he can grab hold of both with each hand.
Hannah moans into his mouth as their tongues duel. Her own hands slide down between them, and she grabs at his balls with one, while frigging her own clit with the other. Both of them are making noises now, stifled by their mouths smacking up against one another, but still quite vocal as they fuck right there on the lounge chair.
Unlike Hannah, the other girls don’t get off on watching nearly as much as they do on participating. The blonde Hufflepuff is quite the voyeur in the end, but Daphne, Tracey, and Susan are more inclined to act. For Daphne and Tracey, that means turning on one another. Daphne ends up pinning her brunette friend down to her lounge chair, and the two begin to sixty-nine a moment later as the blonde witch plops her sopping wet cunt down on Tracey’s face, and then sticks her tongue into Tracey’s snatch.
Susan didn’t have anyone to pin down though, given her own best friend was currently pinned under Harry. With a harrumph, the crimson-haired witch climbed off of her lounge hair and made her way over to where her husband and her sister-wife were going at it. Running a hand down Harry’s back draws his attention, and not one to leave anyone out, the young wizard wraps an around Susan’s voluptuous body as he leans back a bit, still fucking Hannah and still groping one of her tits, but no longer kissing the moaning, panting girl, as he turns and kisses Susan instead.
His seed, half-dry and half-not, still drips off of Susan’s ass, even as she leans into his side, their tongues warring with each other as they kiss. All the while, Harry’s cock pounds away inside of Hannah’s cunt, and the blonde gets more and more into it as an orgasm suddenly hits her out of left field. With a pleasured cry, Hannah spasms and shakes as her pussy walls grow all the tighter around Harry’s cock. Her insides squeeze at his pistoning length, and Harry grunts as his balls churn once again with an oncoming release.
Pulling back from Susan for a moment, Harry looks down into Hannah’s eyes, and the flustered, pleasured blonde looks back at him, able to read the question in his gaze instantly.
“I-Inside Harry… please…”
Just the request is enough to send him over the edge. Harry isn’t sure if any of his new wives are pregnant yet. They’ve certainly fucked enough and been filled enough with his cum to be carrying his children by this point, but as funny as it is to realize how little time has passed since Daphne and Tracey met with him in his grandfather’s study, in the end it just hasn’t been long enough to know with any of them.
Regardless, Harry thrusts forward and cums inside of Hannah, filling her womb and painting her insides white with his cum. He seeds her and she cries out as she cums along with him one last time. Then she lays still, mewling but unable to really muster the strength to do or say anything else as she recovers her breath and her energy.
When Susan in turn whispers in Harry’s ear an idea of her own, the wizard can’t help but find it amusing. A few moments later, the red head is crawling over her friend, and Hannah is watching with wide eyes as Susan’s tits dangle in front of her face. Those very same tits begin to bounce and shake back and forth as Harry plunges his cock into the crimson-haired witch from behind, fucking her doggystyle right atop her friend.
For a voyeur like Hannah, it’s the epitome of ecstasy, watching someone she’s so close to get fucked by the hung hunk they’ve both married. The blonde moans right along with Susan and touches herself to the sight of the red head getting railed. Susan in turn pants and groans and cries out as Harry’s cock thrusts forward into her needy, gripping cunt again and again. The wizard’s hands are hooked into her hips, pulling her back onto his dick as he thrusts forward over and over.
He impales her, time and time again, and soon enough Susan is climaxing from the rough pounding, her eyes rolling up in her head and her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Hannah sees this all, watching Harry fuck her friend silly. It’s almost better to watch, than to be fucked herself, if she’s being honest. Seeing Susan in the throes of euphoria only brings Hannah closer to the edge, until they’re syncing up their orgasms as they cum again and again together.
Susan’s pussy juices make the passage of Harry’s member all the slicker, while Hannah’s, unimpeded by a thick meaty cock, squirt out all over the lounge chair that the three of them are fucking on. A very sturdy lounge chair indeed, but then it better be given Harry had enchanted all of them to be a bit stronger. In the end, the wizard had expected something like this to happen. After all, the day of rest and relaxation had been Daphne’s idea, and the blonde had had a conniving look on her face when she’d suggested it.
Needless to say, Harry had prepared for the best-case scenario, and that was paying off now in spades, even as he found himself getting close to yet another release, the lounge chair beneath them not even creaking or shaking under their weight. With a groan, Harry cums once more, his seed pumping into Susan’s womb just as it had with Hannah’s. The sensation of his cum filling her to the brim is also too much for Susan in the same way it was for Hannah. The red head collapses forward onto her friend as Harry slides his cock out of her cream-filled cunt, and Hannah immediately takes advantage, holding Susan tight and molesting and kissing the other woman for all she’s worth.
Meanwhile Harry… well, Harry turns to his other wives. After all, he has yet to cum inside either of them, and at this point he’s not about to leave a womb unfulfilled, not today. Grinning, Harry moves to where Daphne and Tracey are still sixty-nining. The blonde witch has her face buried in Tracey’s cunt, so she’s completely unsuspecting of what’s in store for her, right up until the point where Harry buries his cock inside of her.
A loud squeal leaves Daphne’s occupied mouth, and the blonde cums on the spot even as Tracey lays back, a wide smile on her face and her mouth open. Her friend’s pussy juices squirt out from around his cock and Tracey takes it all in, before ultimately getting back to what she did best… worshipping Harry’s balls.
As Harry fucks Daphne from behind, Daphne in turn continues to eat out Tracey, and Tracey, in the midst of pleasured moans and mewling cries, suckles at Harry’s nuts, one by one. It’s a bit of a vicious circle, though an entirely pleasurable one as all three get exactly what they want out of it. Harry’s cock plunges into Daphne’s cunt time and time again as she tightens and squeezes his length with her pussy muscles, milking him for all she’s worth.
His dick tip pounds at the entrance of her womb, ramming up against her cervix. In response, Daphne tries to slam back into him with her hips all the harder, meeting force with force even as she slides her tongue around inside Tracey’s pussy, writhing it this way and that. Her ass smacks into Harry’s crotch with a harsh slapping sound that fills the area, and her moans, even muffled by Tracey’s cunt, are loud enough to reach the ears of everyone else there.
In the end, Harry fills Daphne’s womb with his seed the same as he did with his two Hufflepuff bridges. The blonde Slytherin shudders in ecstasy, but impressively enough, never stops what she’s doing for Tracey. Ultimately, it takes Harry pulling out of Daphne’s cunt and walking around to the other side of the lounge chair to get her to stop. He reaches down and grabs a fistful of Daphne’s blonde hair, pulling her head up and rubbing his messy cock all over her facialized face.
Daphne moans and licks and laps at his dick for a few moments, but most of his and Tracey’s sexual fluids end up on her cheeks, her forehead, even her chin. It all drips down onto her cum-covered tits, and then Harry is moving into position as Daphne helpfully slides Tracey’s legs wide apart. The brunette witch is the last of his wives to get a plowing in her cunt, but she’s certainly not the least of them. Grunting as he thrusts forward into Tracey’s pussy, Harry watches in amusement as Daphne scooches back just enough that she can lick and fiddle with Tracey’s clit at the same time.
Needless to say, things go the same as they had the first three times. Harry fucks Tracey senseless, quite enjoying the sounds she makes even as Daphne pushes her leaking cunt down into the brunette witch’s face. Tracey’s pussy stretches wide to accommodate his thick shaft, and in the end, she gets a cream-filling of her own after more orgasms than she can count.
As Harry pulls out of her, Susan and Hannah are suddenly at his sides, wrapping their arms around his arms and pressing their tits against his shoulders. Glancing to each of them, Harry lifts a single brow in question, but they just grin in response before guiding him away from the pool and back towards the house. It takes Daphne and Tracey a bit of time to catch up, but eventually, they took join him and his Hufflepuff wives in bed.
The day of rest and relaxation turns into one of debauchery and depravity. Harry can’t help but think that’s to be expected at this point. Their bikinis discarded and forgotten, the girls drag Harry inside, where the rest of the day is filled with more of the same. There’s even some food play involved when Harry idly mentions he’s starving, but he’s not allowed out of the bed that they take him to. Instead, he ends up eating all manner of delicious snacks off of naked, squirming bodies, even as his cock is almost always seen to by a mouth, a pair of tits, or a lower hole.
All in all, the young wizard is quite satisfied by the day’s end. He lays back in the massive four-poster bed that lies in the Master Bedroom, and he looks to his sides, smiling as he takes in the passed-out forms of his wives. Daphne and Tracey lay on one side, while Susan and Hannah lay on the other. They all look so very peaceful… he can’t help but follow their leads in this matter, and within moments, he’s falling into a deep, comfortable slumber as well.
