building Harrys Harem – part 5

He groaned as he woke up to the light snoring of the beautiful miss bones. He was still held within her despite being flacid. at least for a few moments. Moments after waking up his insatiable sex drive was active once more and he started getting hard. It was weird getting hard when already inside someone. It gave an instant pressure engulfing the entirety of his cock all at once and she shifted as she woke up. He stroked her cheek gently and knelt between her legs, twisting her around his pole and onto her back. She smiled tiredly up at him, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. “Could you please be gentle master? I am a little sore from last night.” she requested daintily, and he smiled with love down at her, stroking her hair out of her face, leaving it to fan beneath her head.

“Of course my love. Ask and you may receive.” he slowly started rocking his hips back and forth, pulling almost completely out before sliding back in, the muscles in her tunnel squeezing him like she was still a virgin. There was one definite plus about witches… no matter the age, no matter how often they had had sex, given a night to recover and they would be tight as virgins in the morning. He kissed her gently as her muscles massaged his long, thick cock, the tip pushing against her cervix as usual, and she was gasping and grasping his back. There was a flurry of activity when she let out a moan, and the curtains were torn back to reveal all 4 of her room mates staring at them wide eyed. They made no move to stop, and the girls just stared, enchated at the sight, fixated, for the next 20 minutes, watching the pair fucking and listening to susans moans as they got louder. She had a huge climax, her back arching, her nails digging into his shoulders, her hair plastered to her face and her features twisted in exstacy. So of the girls were touching themselves without realising it. After another 5 minutes Harry came inside her once more, before realising he had forgotten the anti-pregnancy charm.. Oh well, no use crying over spilt baby batter… He turned his head, still holding himself up above Susan but looking to the girls who were so engrossed that they didn’t notice.

He watched them hungrily. On the left was a tall Brunette girl, her dark brown hair cut off at her shoulders, her features aristocratic. He remembered her to be a pureblood, and remembered she was often thought to be a slytherin due to her cold and aristocratic exterior. She had a small chest and a very slim figure. Beside her was the delightful blonde, Hannah abbot, with her ample assets. Her hips were slightly wider than most girls, but it wasn’t so bad as to be even a slight turn off. The other 2 were identical twins, like the Patils. They had pitch black hair, slim figures, and the large assets he had become accustomed to. He watched avidly. Each girls skirt was hitched up above her waist, her underwear around their ankles, and their long slender fingers sliding slowly in and out of their holes, smoothly, the juices pouring down their legs. He smirked to himself, noticing their wands all on their nightstands and with an unnoticed wave of his wand conjured a long rope behind them which glowed blue as it became a portkey. They came to at the glow and turned to see the rope just before all 4 of them were stunned and fell into it, disappearing to his basement. He leaned down and kissed the glowing susan (figuratively. You know, the after sex glow) and slid out of her with the wet pop before disappearing, not even bothering to grab his clothes.

He reappeared in his basement, at the top of the stairs, the girls slumped in a pile of bodies at the bottom.