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Harry's Perfect Summer (Ch. 1 - The Teasing Trio)
🕑 Added 2024-01-17 04:52:30 +0000 UTCHarry Potter had finally finished his seventh year at Hogwarts. He was the highest scoring student to finish Hogwarts since Dumbledore, and he couldn't be more relieved. After spending countless hours studying and perfecting his magical abilities, he was ready for a relaxing summer.
With a final, deep breath, Harry apparated to Potter Manor, landing in the courtyard near the entrance. Potter Manor had been in the family for hundreds of years, built in the Scottish Highlands by one of his ancestors. It was a massive building, made of stone and wood, with tall towers and spires reaching towards the sky.
As he walked inside, he was greeted by the warm smiles of his mother and father. Lily Potter had long fiery red hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a fiery waterfall, while James Potter had a strong build with dark hair that framed his face. Their eyes were bright and full of love for their son.
"Welcome home, Harry!" exclaimed Lily, her emerald eyes shining with pride. "We're so proud of you." She gave him a warm hug, enveloping him in her arms. As he felt her firm breasts press against his chest, he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins. His mother was still incredibly attractive, despite being married for nearly two decades now.
"Well done, my boy!" said James, clapping him on the back, "You deserve every accolade coming your way. Now go upstairs and rest. We'll celebrate properly tomorrow when everyone arrives."
The next day, the Potter household was bustling with energy, anticipating the arrival of their guests. Iris, Harry's twin sister, had invited her two best friends Daphne Greengrass and Hermione Granger to stay over for the summer to celebrate their graduation. Alongside them came their parents – Anastasia Greengrass and Emma and Daniel Granger.
After a quick breakfast, Harry went upstairs to his room to get ready for the day. As he stepped out into the hallway, he almost collided with his sister, Iris. She had just left her room and was making her way downstairs in only her underwear and in a large t-shirt that he recognised as his own. Her long fiery red hair was tied up in a messy bun, and her emerald eyes were lazily following the screen on her phone as she scrolled.
Harry couldn't help but stare at her tight ass as she walked past him, his stolen t-shirt doing nothing to hide her intimate parts. Trapped between her firm, jiggling cheeks was a tiny pink thong, which barely covered her sex. A sudden surge of blood rushed through his veins, causing an unwanted bulge in his trousers, and he knew he had to have a wank to calm himself before their guests arrived.
"Iris!" Harry called out, trying to regain his composure, "Put some clothes on. Our guests will be here soon."
Her eyes flicked up from her phone as she turned to look at him, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Relax, pervert," she laughed teasingly, her eyes flicking down to his bulging crotch, "I have plenty of time."
Harry's face turned a bright red, and he tried to hide his embarrassment. He knew he shouldn't be getting hard over his sister, but he couldn't help it. There was something undeniably attractive about Iris that had his mind racing with forbidden fantasies.
A few hours later, the Potter family gathered by the fireplace, waiting for their guests to arrive.
Iris had changed into a tight pair of skinny jeans that cupped her ass magnificently and a white, low-cut top that hugged her curves. It had thin straps and a neckline that plunged deep into her cleavage, drawing attention to her generous chest. A gold pendant hung between her well-endowed breasts and Harry couldn't help but steal glances as he noticed how it bounced back and forth between her soft mounds whenever she moved.
Lily walked downstairs dressed in a fitted pair of blue denim jeans and a form-fitting black crop-top that highlighted her toned stomach and big, perky tits. Her ass was rounder and softer than her daughter's and moved sinuously with each step she took. She looked radiant, just like Iris, and Harry could barely tear his gaze away.
When the time was ripe, Daphne was the first to come through the Floo. She was a tall and elegant woman with radiant golden hair cascading down her back in waves and pretty blue eyes that sparkled with life. Her body was toned and fit, showcasing a pair of ample breasts and a tight ass that could make any man drool. Harry felt his hormones spiking just by laying eyes on her.
But Daphne was a dangerous woman. There was nothing she loved more than to see men embarrass themselves in their pursuit of her. At Hogwarts, she would walk around in skirts so short that they barely covered her ass, and tops so tight that they threatened to burst open at any moment. Men would flock around her, vying for her attention and showering her with gifts. But despite their efforts, she remained firmly out of reach, never deigning to sleep with any of them, letting their desperation only fuel her ego.
"Iris!" Daphne greeted her friend with a warm smile and wrapped her arms around her. Harry watched as they hugged tightly, admiring the sensuality of Daphne's movements. When they finally broke apart, Daphne caught him looking at them and smiled slyly.
Harry collected himself, trying to play it cool. "Hi, Daphne," he said, trying not to let his attraction show on his face. Daphne just winked at him playfully, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking, before turning to greet the others.
Anastasia Greengrass came out of the fire next, slightly more reserved compared to her daughter Daphne. She was dressed in an exquisite robe with a modest neckline that nonetheless accentuated her well-preserved figure. Her age didn't seem to diminish her youthful radiance or elegance. Harry felt his eyes drawn to her curves and thought that she was quite a catch for an older woman. After her husband's early demise many years ago, she became known for her insatiable sexual appetite, and it was said that she had taken many lovers since her husband's death. Harry couldn't help but wonder if she would be interested in a summer fling with him.
Anastasia hugged Lily warmly, greeting her with a tight embrace. They had been good friends since they were teenagers when they first met at Hogwarts, and their closeness had led to a lasting bond that had transcended the passage of time. Anastasia's elegant figure pressed against Lily's body, their ample bosoms mushed together as they hugged.
"It's so good to see you again, dear!" gushed Anastasia, pulling back after a while.
"You too, Anastasia," replied Lily, smiling warmly. "It's been far too long!"
Anastasia released Lily from her hold and turned to Harry with a kind smile. "Hello, Harry," she greeted him, before giving him a light peck on both cheeks, causing Harry to blush profusely. Her gaze seemed to linger on his strong shoulders and chiselled jawline, sending shivers down his spine. Harry nodded awkwardly in greeting, taken aback by her unexpected affectionate gesture.
After Anastasia had greeted everyone, they waited for the Grangers to arrive.
"Remember, the Grangers are arriving by Portkey," James told everyone, glancing at his watch. "And we're expecting them any minute now..."
Just as James finished speaking, a bright flash of light appeared in the middle of the room, accompanied by a loud pop. The air crackled with energy as Hermione and her parents were unceremoniously hurled into the space by a portkey, causing them to fall into a chaotic heap on the floor. The Grangers' entrance was less than graceful, as their limbs splayed out in a messy tangle, their asses in the air, presented for the whole world to see.
Amid the disorder, however, Harry couldn't help but enjoy the ensuing free show. His eyes were glued to the sight of Hermione on her hands and knees, her plain, white summer dress flipped up in her tumble to the floor, exposing the plump cheeks of her ass, clad in nothing but a pair of lacy pink underwear. The thong did little to hide the outline of her pussy lips, which bulged suggestively between her thighs.
His cock twitched in appreciation, stiffening almost instantly. It was as if every ounce of blood from his brain rushed downwards, gathering into his groin with urgency.
In his attempt to look away, his eyes fell on Emma, Hermione's mother, who had landed sprawled on the floor facing him just next to her daughter. Unlike her daughter, Emma wore skinny blue denim jeans that fit snugly over her hips and curvy bottom. On all fours, her generous cleavage spilled out from her low-cut black tank top, revealing her large breasts squeezed inside a red push-up bra.
Harry quickly moved towards her, extending his arm out to help her up. Her soft hand found its way into his, and as she pulled herself up, Harry's gaze fell to her cleavage once more. His mind raced, overwhelmed by lustful thoughts and lewd fantasies of feeling those big soft pillows bouncing against his hard rod. He imagined squeezing her melons, pinching her nipples until they stood tall like rocket ships reaching for the skies.
He managed to tear his eyes away from her jiggling flesh just long enough to spot Daniel picking himself off the ground nearby, before helping up his daughter. Finally, the Grangers found themselves back on their feet, albeit a little frazzled and flustered.
As Harry stepped back from the Grangers, Iris caught his gaze, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. Her plump lips curled into a smirk, and she mouthed the words, "Pervert." Harry blushed, feeling his cheeks grow hot as he quickly averted his gaze. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, knowing that his sister had caught him staring at her friend and her mother. He must not have been as stealthy as he thought.
"Portkeys!" exclaimed James, breaking the awkward silence. "They're always a bit rough, but they get the job done. And they sure as hell beat Side-Along Apparition!"
The Grangers laughed nervously, trying to play off their embarrassment. "Yes, well, it's certainly an experience," replied Daniel, trying to regain his composure. "But we're glad to be here."
As the girls hugged Hermione and Lily greeted Emma, Daniel approached Harry, extending his hand toward him. Harry accepted it graciously, giving him a firm handshake.
"Good to see you again, Harry," Daniel said with a smile. "I trust you've been doing well since we last spoke?"
Harry nodded his head, replying, "Yes, I've been keeping busy with my studies. It's good to have a bit of a break now, though."
Daniel's eyes sparkled as he continued, "I must say, Hermione has been raving about your results at Hogwarts. She's been telling us all about your impressive scores and achievements."
At the mention of Hermione, Harry glanced over at where she stood talking to Iris and Daphne. The petite brunette seemed to be blushing under Harry's gaze, casting shy glances towards him every so often. Harry couldn't help but notice how adorable she looked in her white sundress, which contrasted beautifully against her tan skin. Forcing himself to tear his eyes away before he got lost in another daydream, he smiled in response to Daniel.
"It sounds like my reputation precedes me," Harry joked lightly, trying not to sound too proud. But secretly, he revelled in the fact that someone as pretty as Hermione held him in such high regard.
Despite having been in the same year at Hogwarts and graduated together, Harry had never really gotten to know Hermione or Daphne all that well. Sure, they had shared a few classes together, but they had never truly connected beyond the occasional polite conversation. Collectively, they were known as the trio of Hogwarts' Vixens, and they had a reputation for teasing boys mercilessly, making them drool as they walked past in the halls. They knew exactly what buttons to press, leaving trails of horny young men behind them wherever they went.
For Harry, however, this dynamic posed a potential problem. As much as he tried to deny it, even to himself, there was no escaping the truth - he was an extraordinarily horny individual. Spending the entire summer surrounded by three beautiful women who loved nothing more than playing games with unsuspecting males might prove disastrous for his sanity, not to speak of their tantalising mothers. Already, he felt the familiar stirrings deep within his loins, urging him to act upon his desires.
Unable to resist the mounting pressure, Harry decided to excuse himself from the group, claiming that he needed to rest before dinner.
A little while later, the smell of cooking wafted gently through the air, teasing Harry's senses and reminding him that dinner was drawing close. His stomach growled hungrily, prompting him to rise from his bed and make his way downstairs.
As he reached the dining hall, he saw that the long mahogany table was laid out with fine silverware, crystal glasses, and ornate porcelain dishes. James and Daniel were already seated, engaged in conversation while they waited for the others to arrive.
Harry had just taken a seat next to the two men as the doors to the dining hall swung open once more, heralding the arrival of the women. The women were all dressed up for the evening, their hair styled to perfection and elegant dresses cascading down their curvaceous bodies. The sight that met Harry was nothing short of breathtaking, and he couldn't help but gaze upon them with awed fascination.
Iris entered first, dressed in a stunning red gown that hugged her petite frame and emphasised her ample curves. A split ran down the leg of the gown, allowing the fabric to drape open slightly, exposing her shapely, toned legs. Harry felt his heart race as he took in the sight, his eyes travelling upwards towards her stunning face, framed by soft waves of fiery red hair.
Daphne sauntered into the room next, drawing the eye with her flowing emerald silk slip that showcased the swells of her luscious breasts. The neckline plunged deeply, invoking Harry's mind to race with sinful imaginations at the expanse of exposed skin. A pair of long stilettos adorned her feet, drawing Harry's attention towards her endless legs. Harry couldn't help but imagine running his hands along the length of her smooth calves, all the way up to her voluptuous ass, where they would finally linger, kneading the full, rounded globes of her buttocks.
Daphne caught Harry's gaze, and she smirked, knowing full well that he was undressing her with his eyes. But instead of reprimanding him, she simply winked at him slyly, sending a chill up his spine and leaving him even more flustered and intrigued than before.
Hermione entered last of the girls, her long, wavy brown hair cascading over the shoulders of her dusty rose dress. She wore a modest yet flattering attire that accentuated her voluptuous figure without showing off excessive cleavage. Harry felt his breath catch in his throat as he took in the way her dress clung to her large breasts and wide hips, and he couldn't help but recall the sight of her bare ass in those tiny pink panties just a short while ago. He could feel his cock twitch involuntarily, straining painfully against its constraints.
Rounding out the magnificent group were the three mothers – Lily Potter, Emma Granger, and Anastasia Greengrass. They had each opted for gowns that were as elegant as they were sultry. Their beauty hadn't faded even after years of marriage and children. The sight of these three milfs made Harry feel like an adolescent boy discovering the beauty of women all over again.
Lily looked radiant in a floor-length black velvet gown, which boasted a low cut sweetheart neckline that revealed the tops of her generous breasts. Her fiery red hair tumbled over her shoulders, framing her delicate features and sparkling green eyes. Beside her stood Emma, clad in a plunging gold lamé dress, boasting a fitted bodice that accentuated her broad and voluptuous figure. And Anastasia, resplendent in a vintage champagne satin dress, which hugged her form-fitting hourglass figure. Each woman seemed determined not only to turn heads but also to leave every man present utterly captivated.
As the women took their seats, Harry found himself seated opposite Iris and Hermione, with Daphne beside him, the young adults forming a little enclave at the far end of the table. The seating arrangement left Harry feeling both thrilled and nervous, wondering what sort of trouble this proximity might lead to during the course of the evening.
With everyone settled around the table, James rose from his seat and raised his glass, drawing the attention of the entire gathering. "Before we begin our meal," he announced, "I'd like to make a toast. First and foremost, I want to welcome all of you here. And as you all know, Dan and I will be leaving for the Duelling World Cup early tomorrow morning. So, while we're all still gathered, I'd like to take this chance to raise a glass to each and every one of you, wishing you a fantastic, unforgettable summer stay."
James paused, his eyes sweeping across the faces of his family and friends, a warm smile on his lips. "And to you, Harry, who will remain at home with these beautiful ladies, I wish you the best of luck." With that, he raised his glass higher, and everyone followed suit, echoing his words with laughter and cheer. "To a fantastic summer! Cheers!"
The room rang with the sound of clinking glasses, as the guests raised their goblets and cheered. At the mention of his name and the toast, Harry found himself blushing profusely, feeling his cheeks heat up at being singled out by his father in front of the women. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but he quickly regained his composure, raising his glass and joining in the toast. As he did so, he glanced down the table, catching the playful grins shared between Iris, Daphne, and Hermione.
At last, the feast began. Platters upon platters filled with delectable dishes lined the centre of the dining table - roasted meats glistening with juices, vibrant salads bursting with colour, and steaming vegetables accompanied by rich sauces. It wasn't long before everyone dug into the sumptuous spread, indulging themselves in the mouthwatering flavours.
For a time, the atmosphere became animated and lively, filled with laughter, jokes, and animated chatter. Harry found himself enjoying the company of the people around him, the conversation flowing effortlessly. Daphne shared stories of Hogwarts, with a touch of gossip and intrigue, making the guys chuckle. Lily and Emma shared tales of their youth, causing the room to break out in laughter. Meanwhile, James entertained them with hilarious anecdotes about his days working at the Ministry of Magic.
Throughout the dinner, Harry couldn't help but notice that Hermione kept stealing glances at him, her cheeks flushing every time their eyes met. She would look away hurriedly whenever he caught her staring, pretending it was nothing more than mere coincidence. Harry, being the recluse that he was, couldn't quite put his finger on the reason, but he couldn't deny the effect it had on him. Every time he saw her looking at him, his heart skipped a beat, sending waves of warmth coursing through his veins.
As the night wore on, Harry found himself growing increasingly aware of Daphne's presence beside him. She seemed determined to live up to her reputation as a tease, and Harry couldn't help but feel both aggravated and delighted by it. Whenever she caught him staring at any of the beautiful women, she would lean in and whisper in his ear, sending his heart and cock throbbing from the suggestive comments.
"They're practically falling out of her dress," she'd say, nudging him playfully as Lily leaned over to serve herself some more food. Or, "Imagine those wrapped around your cock," as Hermione's tongue darted out of her mouth to clean her delicate lips. Every time she spoke, Harry found himself squirming in his seat, trying - and desperately failing - to keep himself from becoming even more aroused.
But despite his discomfort, there was something undeniably exciting about having such a seductress sitting next to him. He couldn't deny the thrill that surged through him every time she leaned in to whisper in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. He couldn't deny the way his heart raced at her nearness, or the way his cock twitched and grew heavy beneath the table.
After they finished eating, the girls started discussing their plans for the following day in hushed whispers. From where he sat, Harry could hear snippets of their excited chatter, punctuated by giggles and laughter. From what he could gather, they were talking excitedly about taking photos together, suggesting different locations around Potter Manor where they could pose for pictures for their members. The idea of a photo shoot caught Harry's attention, and he couldn't help but peak his ears and lean in.
But just as the girls got to the most exciting part of their conversation, Harry felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him away.
"Care for a bet on the World Cup?" James asked, interrupting his eavesdropping. Reluctantly, Harry pulled himself away from the girls' discussion, turning his attention towards the two men instead.
"Sure thing," Harry replied nonchalantly, eager to get it over with quickly so he could get back to listening to the girls' conversation.
But before he knew it, James and Daniel had drawn him into a long, dreary discussion on the odds of the World Cup, analysing the various contenders and who they thought would win.
As Harry finally managed to extract himself from the conversation with the two men and turn his attention back to the girls, he found that they had already moved on to another topic. Disappointed, he resigned himself to the fact that he had missed out on the opportunity to learn more about their plans for the photo shoot.
Eventually, after hours spent talking, laughing, and drinking wine, the evening drew to a close. Harry watched as Iris, Daphne, and Hermione excused themselves from the table, eager to continue their discussion elsewhere. As they stood up, Harry took the chance to admire their figures one last time, watching appreciatively as their shapely bottoms swayed gently under their thin summer attires. With a sigh of longing, Harry followed the women's movements, unable to tear his gaze away until they eventually disappeared out of sight.
Harry excused himself shortly after, feigning exhaustion, and retired to his room. But despite his claims, sleep was not what was really on his mind. His mind was racing with thoughts of the alluring women, and he could feel his blood rushing to his loins. He needed release, and fast.
Finally reaching his quarters, Harry locked the door behind him and threw himself on his bed. In no time, he had unbuckled his belt, dropped his trousers, and grabbed hold of his throbbing erection. He closed his eyes, picturing the women's bodies in his mind, and began to stroke himself.
As his hands worked diligently on his growing length, his mind raced with the sights and sounds of the evening. In particular, Hermione came to mind, as he recalled the image of her exposed, round ass on full display as she arrived from the Portkey earlier that day. Her shapely curves haunted him, igniting a deep yearning inside of him.
His imagination continued to wander, now focusing on Daphne's elegant frame, her perfect golden hair cascading down her shoulders, and the way she smirked whenever she caught him stealing glances at her or her friends' bodies. He envisioned her curves, her beautiful blue eyes, her pale skin, all enhanced by her seductive attire. He felt his cock throbbing more strongly with each thought, urging him closer to climax.
As he continued to pull and stroke, Harry's fantasies shifted to Iris; her fiery red hair, her curvy figure, her luscious lips, and the memory of her flashing him a knowing smirk as she caught him staring at her scantily clad body and tight ass as she skipped around the house earlier that day. She looked so confident, so sure of herself, yet still maintaining an air of innocence that made her even more irresistible.
Harry's thoughts wandered further still, imagining the three mothers - Lily, Emma, and Anastasia - joining the fun. He envisioned them shedding their elegant attire, revealing their bare bodies to him. He could almost hear their sultry voices urging him to come closer, to join them in their wicked games.
The thought of the six women gathered around him, all entwined in a frenzied display of lust and desire, pushed Harry over the edge. With one final stroke, he felt himself climax, spurting semen across the bedsheets as his orgasm coursed through his body, leaving him feeling exhausted, yet fulfilled.
With a sigh, he realised that the summer was going to be a challenging one. Surrounded by these temptresses, there was little doubt that he would have quite the battle ahead of him if he wanted to keep his sanity intact. However, little did Harry know just how far things were about to escalate during this seemingly innocent gathering at Potter Manor...
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