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Huge Surprise in Swim Trunks ch.6
🕑 Added 2024-06-09 10:26:54 +0000 UTC"You, Blaise, and Cedric ruled Hogwarts before you graduated," Fleur said, lifting her head and catching him staring at her. "Everyone noticed the three of you."
"No, they didn't," Harry snorted and slowly swam out to join her. "I had friends, but I wasn’t super popular. I didn’t even play Quidditch."
The blonde rolled her eyes, then ducked under the water, swimming closer and slicking her hair back to lay flat against her scalp. That look transformed the cute girl, giving Harry a glimpse of what she'd look like fully mature, and he swallowed hard.
"Our Quidditch team was never good, and those guys were a bunch of wimps... there's something about a duelist's body that drives women crazy."
"Really?" Harry allowed a smile to spread across his lips, but inside he was panicking, wondering how far this would go. The cool water caressing his naked stiffness was pleasant, but he jolted when something brushed against his kicking foot, and Fleur's smile turned wicked.
"Yeah," she whispered, her movements slowing as her head lowered until her chin rested on the lake's surface. "A guy who cares for the women in his life and strives for success... That drives a girl crazy too... And..."
Harry had a retort ready, but the thing that had brushed against his leg materialized as the warm calf of a naked girl, and he moved without thinking. His hand slipped around her waist, pulling her close, and her words cut off as her legs wrapped around him.
Their mouths met, and Harry felt a jolt of shock. Her strong and hungry kisses awakened butterflies in his stomach, and he struggled to stay afloat as she climbed onto him. His hands moved up and down her back, one cupping her firm, small cheeks, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Fleur, while the other grabbed her neck.
Her hands roamed over Harry Potter's face, scratching through his hair before sliding down his body. Fleur took her time feeling his shoulders, chest, and back, just as he felt her ass and small, firm breasts. She moved like an eel in his arms, slipping and sliding until Harry felt something hot pressing against the underside of his cock, trapping it between their bodies.
He groaned with pleasure, but when he lifted her ass and tilted his hips so the heavenly warmth encased his aching manhood, Fleur clung to him tighter. She shook her head, biting her lower lip with tiny, white teeth, and her face twisted in anguish.
"I want this as much as you do," she ground out, her lips brushing his ear as she clung to him tighter, wetly rubbing against his rock-hard cock. "But I promised Daphne... oh fuck, I want you so bad!"
"You promised your friend... nghh... what?" Harry stammered, feeling the tight opening of her sex slide back and forth over the head of his cock.
Fleur didn't answer but pulled back, her mouth curling into a wicked smile before biting her lower lip again and moaning with pleasure. Harry's hand on her ass took control, pulling her closer, and the blonde was like putty in his hands. He wanted nothing more than to slide into her, but the feeling of her stiff clit rubbing against the underside of his cock while she panted and shuddered in his arms was more than hot enough.
His legs and arms ached with exhaustion, but nothing could break his focus. He watched Fleur's beautiful face intently as the water rippled around them. The sounds of birds and wind in the trees were all that accompanied her soft gasps of pleasure, and Harry watched the beautiful agony that overtook her face with pride. Her nails dug into his shoulder as she clung to him convulsively, little gasps escaping her lips.
"Nhh! Mhmmfhhhnnn!" Her eyes opened, trying to focus on him, and her small mouth stretched into a blissful smile.
Then it was Harry's turn to gasp as she shifted, her warm hand slipping between their bodies. He kicked closer to the shore, his feet brushing against the sandy bottom, allowing him to support himself as his attention focused on her delicate fingers stroking him.
"That was... unexpected," Fleur whispered in his ear. "I was supposed to thank you, you naughty boy. God... I can feel it pulsing in my hand... You're fucking huge!"
"Fleur," Harry groaned, and her eyes widened at the warning in his voice.
The waters sloshed around them faster as she increased her stroking speed, and Harry pulled her tight against him, kissing her fiery lips as he felt his climax building. Her eyes opened, watching his expression with avid interest, her mouth forming an "O" of pleasure to match his own.
"Hey! What are you two doing out there?!"
Harry groaned in protest as Fleur jerked away, releasing his cock and spotting a small cloud of curly white hair poking out from the bushes along the shore.
"I'm calling the sheriff!"
Fleur laughed, then started running through the water toward the shore. The blonde threw Harry an apologetic glance and giggled with delight as he leaped after her, the old woman screaming at the sight of his bobbing manhood.
"What the fuck," Harry growled as the woman screamed again.
"It's not our lucky day!" Fleur laughed, grabbing her suit and jacket before diving back into the water.
The girl took particular pleasure in watching Harry hop on one leg as he pulled his sandy swim trunks back on. The old woman's screams thankfully faded, but Harry blushed again at Fleur's candid look. Then he had the bike back in the water, and Fleur clung to his back as they sped away.
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Harry's sides ached with laughter as he cut the engine and they stopped. Fleur squirmed under him, her bikini still in her hands, and she frowned.
"That wasn't fair of Karen... I didn't get to finish you off."
Harry groaned in protest as another voice rose in greeting, and the pair turned to see his friend waving from the railing of the deck. Fleur chuckled dryly, her fingers releasing their grip on his aching cock, carefully tucking it back into the waistband of his shorts before she jumped onto the bike and rode off with a laugh.
Forced to swim after the girl, Harry watched her wobble toward the dock and grabbed her ankle just before the carpeted ramp. Fleur let out a cry of surprise before falling into the water, and Harry smiled as he pushed the bike up the ramp.
"You are a cruel woman," he laughed, stepping out of the water.
"True," Fleur grinned, getting to her feet. "But you still want to go out with me tomorrow, right?"
When Harry couldn't deny it, she laughed and slapped his arm as she passed, one hand tying the string of her bikini as she climbed the steps, her slender hips bouncing and giving him a delightful view of her swaying rear. Pausing at the top, she looked back, her shoulders shaking with laughter.
"Did you have fun?"
Harry looked up to see a blush on his friend's face, staring at him from the balcony a second before a cool breeze hit his crotch. He looked down, horrified to find his erection was so strong it had pulled his shorts away from his body, tipping downward and sticking out a few inches over the top.
Muttering a curse, Harry adjusted his shorts and tied them, climbing after Fleur. She ran inside, but he hesitated, feeling his friend's gaze on him, and turned to see her leaning against the railing, staring at him with an intense look. Her eyes searched his face as he tried to find something to say, her expression unreadable.
"Dinner will be ready soon," she said without a hint of hesitation in her tone, through her eyes remained locked on the tent in his shorts that refused to go down. "Maybe you should take... a cold shower while I and the girls clean up?"
"Good idea," Harry said, feeling relieved when her wide mouth twisted into a small smile and she shook her head.
The girls giggled in the corner and burst into laughter as Harry slipped into the cabin, doing everything he could to reach the bathroom with casual nonchalance. He felt his friend's and Daphne's eyes on him, though they were subtle about it, while Fleur watched him openly, a crooked smile on her cheek.
Standing under the falling water, Harry replayed everything that had happened and tried to ignore the growing anxiety. One thing led to another, and before he knew it, their hormones had taken over. He wasn't sure what he felt for Fleur, and after their encounter, he wasn't sure how to behave around her. Harry Potter felt uncomfortable. Did she expect them to hold hands during dinner? Daphne hadn't given any indication that this was what she had in mind, and Harry didn't think he could be that bold in front of his friends. He wasn't sure why it was such a big deal, but something about the thought made him uneasy. Stepping out of the shower, he wondered if he had ruined their weekend.
"Hurry up! You're not the only one who wants to rinse off," Harry growled, pulling back the curtain as the door opened. Daphne squeezed inside with a towel wrapped around her torso, tied halfway up her massive breasts, revealing a long dark line where they were pressed together.
The blonde beauty leaned against the vanity and frowned.
"Are you just going to stand there?" Harry asked. Daphne's sour expression turned into a smirk, and she glanced from the towel hanging on the wall to where he stood behind the shower curtain.
"At least hand me a towel," he demanded.
"This one?" she asked, pointing to the terry cloth robe wrapped around her chest. "Not likely."
Huffing in annoyance, Harry threw back the shower curtain and reached for a towel. Daphne gasped softly, raising one hand to cover her open mouth while the other clutched the towel at her chest.
"Take a good look?" Harry's tone was sharp, and Daphne's eyes met his. Her pale cheeks turned cherry red before she looked down in embarrassment.
"Sorry," she apologized, but there was a sharp note in her voice, and her gaze fell back on the heavy appendage between Harry's legs.
Harry stepped out of the shower and moved to pass her, but Daphne's feet tangled with his. Her hands brushed against his bare chest, and she apologized again, dragging her nails across his muscles as her breath deepened. Dark lashes fluttered, and they stood still, connected by feet, knees, and hands.
"Thank you," she whispered, though Harry didn't know what. The smile on her lips caught his attention until her wrist twisted, and the terry cloth towel dropped to a heap at her feet.
"Oops," she winked at him. "But that's only fair..."
The tall girl didn't hurry to turn towards the shower, her white teeth pressing into her thick lower lip in a way that reminded Harry of her friend. The light shining in her dark eyes was the same as what he had seen earlier, but the body his eyes devoured was dramatically different.
Harry Potter's fantasies paled compared to Daphne's naked body. Her pale skin was even brighter under the towel, with distinct tan lines marking the outline of her bikini. Her breasts, defying gravity, stood proudly on her chest, topped with pink nipples and close together, as if an invisible bra supported their weight.
Someone let out a groan of agony as Daphne, the blonde beauty, leaned forward to turn on and test the water. Her backside was larger than her breasts, and Harry's fingers ached to run along its perfect curves. Daphne glanced back over her shoulder, and the dangerous glint from earlier was replaced by a knowing smile as she stepped under the water.
"If your balls didn't kill me, I'd let you join," she threw Harry one last wink, one hand running up her side to cup a massive breast, finger tweaking the nipple before the curtain closed.
Comments
Ryan
Shouldn’t some more chapter be available for low tier subs?
