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Huge Surprise in Swim Trunks ch.8
🕑 Added 2024-06-09 10:27:54 +0000 UTCWhen her heavy breasts pressed against the arm trapped between them, he was jolted out of the spell and turned to look at her face. His mom was panting, her eyes half-closed and her lower lip trembling as she watched the pleasure wash over his face. His hands traced the contours of her beautiful face, and when they rested on her lips, he leaned forward.
It was her turn to freeze as their lips met. The shy, uncertain kiss turned into passion as her full lips pressed against Harry’s. Her fiery tongue thrust into his mouth, and the hand stroking his stiffness resumed its work with greater vigor. Harry was close to the point of no return when she suddenly broke away, gasping, her hand still.
Harry blinked in confusion, stifling a groan of protest, and moments later, he was rewarded. She took a deep breath and cast one last glance towards the cabin, standing before him. The dying light of the fire caught the highlights in her blonde hair, and he read the shy expression on her face, but his gaze focused on her fingers, undoing the buttons and laces of her dress.
The fabric parted but didn’t fall, and he caught a glimpse of pale flesh, causing his stiff cock to throb. Her fingers trembled at the edge of her garment, and she took a deep, nervous breath.
“You don’t have to,” Harry said softly, hating himself for saying the words because all he wanted was to see the treasures hidden beneath her dress.
“No… I have to,” she breathed, letting the soft fabric slip from her shoulders and shaking her thick mane of hair back to catch the moonlight. “I’ve been afraid for so long, but I finally found a man I trust and love…” The dress slipped a few more inches, and Harry gasped as the dark line between her breasts appeared and her pale body began to spread across her shoulders.
“Tell me to leave, and we’ll never speak of this again… Or ask me to stay…”
Harry couldn’t deny her or himself and nodded. “Stay,” he choked out, and the rest of the world vanished as her wide mouth stretched into a radiant smile.
She took a deep breath, and as she exhaled, the dress dropped to her feet. Harry’s breath caught in his throat as he gazed at her incredible body. Her bra supported her massive breasts, but without straps, it couldn’t hold their weight. High-waisted panties covered her below, reaching up to her belly, and she blushed, covering the unsexy garment with her hand, but he stopped her, grabbing her wrist and moving her hand over her smooth stomach. She shivered at the contact, and Harry swallowed hard, looking into her eyes, over the curves of her breasts, biting his lip, and running his hands along her sides. She watched his face closely as his hands played with the curves of her body, and he saw her smile deepen as the weight of her breasts filled his hands.
“Sit,” she breathed, gently pushing on his chest, then reaching down to pull his shirt over his head.
It was hard to sit passively when his hands and mouth wanted to explore her further, but Harry was too excited by the situation to argue. It was his turn to watch her face as she dropped to her knees, her hands still caressing his muscles.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” Harry sighed, and her eyes met his, her mouth curling into a satisfied smile before her fingers gripped the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled them down.
“I have too… so many… so many nights… no more dreams… Just a woman who wants to take care of her man… in every… possible… way.”
Her hands caressed him, working inward as she leaned forward, her breath warming the sensitive skin of his throbbing cock. Still in shock that this was happening, Harry watched as she licked her lips, then leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on the tip of his throbbing cock. He groaned in pleasure, and she straightened up.
Her massive breasts swayed in the moonlight as she looked around. Her fingers moved around the base of his shaft, down its length, and placed another kiss before leaning back to the base.
“God, you’re huge,” she murmured, her voice a whisper in the night, mingling with the sound of her heavy breathing that warmed his balls.
Harry had no response and sat in awe as she ran her tongue up one side, slowly twirling the head. Having nothing to compare it to, he had always assumed he was average, but her words filled him with pride, and he relaxed on the bench seat, giving himself over to the pleasure of her touch.
It was a strange experience, but not awkward, which might have been the biggest shock. Harry felt more comfortable with her than with anyone else in his life, including friends, and seeing the joy breaking through her normally icy expression brought him closer to her.
“Ngghhhh,” Harry groaned, his fingers slipping into her silky hair as her tongue wrapped around the base, her thick lips enveloping the head.
Her throat emitted a joyful hum as she sucked him into her fiery mouth. Then she got to work. Her fingers rose to circle his shaft, just ahead of her mouth, and he gasped again as she sucked hard. The intense pleasure was too much, too fast, and he tried to hold back his release to savor the moment, but the sight of her trembling breasts and hips was too much.
“I’m coming,” Harry hissed, and she let out a muffled moan of agreement, pulling back but keeping the head firmly between her lips.
Her eyes glinted in the night, locking onto his as his body tensed, legs tightened as pleasure coursed through him. The world froze for a moment, and his mind was enveloped in a white haze. When he came to, he saw an expression of such love and satisfaction on her face that the embarrassment and shame melted away in the moment they woke.
“Harry sighed, and she turned her head to plant a wet kiss on his inner thigh before returning to suck his penis.
The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, but she didn’t stop until she had sucked every drop. Then she stood, her body glorious in the night, one hand grabbing her dress, the other reaching for his. Harry rose on shaky legs and let her pull him towards the cot. She cast him a shy look and entwined her fingers with his, drawing him close.
Unable to resist, Harry cupped a massive breast and stared at its firmness as his fingers stroked it. She gasped softly, then murmured in his ear.
“I want to do this again… and again… and again… until these,” her fingers brushed his sensitive balls, “are empty!”
“Fuck,” Harry groaned, unsure if he could endure such sublime torture without taking more of her perfect body.
Harry Potter was drunk on champagne, love, and a sea of desire. He didn’t care who might hear as he stole another kiss, his hands exploring more of her body. In the distance, thunder rumbled, and a stray thought wondered where the moonlight had gone, but he ignored it as his hands found her soft ass, and she moaned into him.
Her hands wandered too, and when their legs hit the cot, she shifted Harry’s weight beneath her. It was just as well, for his knee found its way between her thighs, and the dampness on her thighs testified that her defenses were already down, and his need was growing.
Light flashed in the night, illuminating everything for a moment. The image of her hungry expression, staring at his stiffening cock, and the sway of her heavy breasts was etched in his vision for a moment. Then sound returned to his ears, and thunder clapped.
“What was that?” a sleepy voice called from inside. As if the lightning had broken the spell of their intimacy, Harry watched her expression change from lust-filled to terrified in an instant. She looked down at herself, then at him, and yanked her dress up and around her. Harry thought regret flooded her, and his insides twisted for a moment, but she tossed his sweats at him and hissed in a near-silent whisper: “Quick, before they find us!”
It was only then that he heard the thudding of feet on wood, and he shoved his legs into the sweats, tearing the knees of both as he yanked them into place. Moments earlier, Tracey and her friends had burst out of the cabin, looking around in terror. She stood on shaky legs from the chair she had thrown herself into, but only Daphne seemed to notice anything was amiss, casting a suspicious glance between them and opening her mouth to say something.
The sound of something cracking nearby saved them, followed by the unmistakable snap of wood. A chill ran down Harry’s spine that had nothing to do with Daphne or her. Harry sprang to his feet, but the flames were faster. By the time he reached the car, a golden glow hovered over the driveway, and he saw brighter spots deeper in the forest where it had already spread.
She and Daphne screamed simultaneously, their voices perfect echoes of each other, and he recoiled from the fear in their words.
When Harry returned to the deck, the sky was lit by the reflected glow of the fire. He couldn’t fathom how quickly it spread, and the girls pointed at the flames chasing the treetops above.
“What do we do?” Tracey screamed as burning branches fell to the ground a few hundred meters from the cabin.
“Aguamenti,” Fleur replied, clutching her wand from which a small trickle of water flowed, her voice rising in panic. “We need water!”
“Aguamenti won’t stop this,” Daphne said, cursing quietly as her dark eyes widened, and she covered her mouth against the growing smoke.
“She’s right,” Harry said. Panic wouldn’t help now, and he couldn’t trust that the roads would be clear and free of fire. There was only one road leading down from the lake, and if a forest fire broke out, it would be blocked. He caught her gaze and found not the fear he expected but an unwavering confidence. Breaking eye contact, Harry looked around and quickly made a decision, shouting to the girls.
“The jet ski! We need to get to the lake quickly!”
“Give me my phone!” Fleur called, wanting to return to the cabin, but she and Daphne grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling the smaller blonde along with Harry to the dock.
“My stuff!”
“The cabin’s already burning, Mads,” Daphne, running behind Harry, turned to her friend, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her to look at the flames licking the roof. “We need to… cough, cough… get out of here!”
The smoke thickened, its sharp scent stinging their nostrils. As it enveloped them, Harry pushed the jet ski into the water and started the engine. There was a terrifying moment when it sputtered before roaring to life, and he sighed in relief.
Harry pulled Fleur to one side, ignoring the girl’s cry as she splashed in the cold water, and let Daphne grab the other side. The blonde friend looked terrified but followed Harry’s instructions without question, just like Tracey when he told her to hold onto the handlebars. Harry coughed as he fastened the life vest around his and her waists, then pushed them into deeper water. The engine struggled under their weight, but with a little gas and ignoring Daphne’s whimper as the spray hit her chest, they moved forward.
Balancing the jet ski with all the girls hanging on wasn’t easy, and Harry couldn’t afford to stop it, or they would sink. He turned it toward the middle of the lake, and everyone lifted their heads to watch as the cabin was engulfed in flames. It wasn’t the only structure burning, but seeing childhood memories destroyed before his eyes was a heart-wrenching experience.
“What do we do now?” Fleur asked, shivering as she clung to the side of the jet ski.
“Harry will save us,” she said at the same moment, craning her neck toward him and smiling to herself.
As Harry watched the shoreline burn and the dirty glow stain the night, he had to wonder if their faith was misplaced. It was going to be a long night and an even longer weekend, and if they were all going to survive, he had to step up and be the man.
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Casaus
I can’t find chapter 7
