Godfather And Godson - Chapter 154

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With a slightly smug smile on his face, he dismissed himself from Cedric since there was no point in hanging out with him, now that Cho Chang was gone. He walked towards the place where the girls were talking to their friends, before swinging by the bar to pick up a small tray of butterbeer.

“Hello ladies, how are you on this beautiful evening,” he said with a smile when he arrived.

He saw that not only were his dates gathered around cathing, but some of their friends were here with them.

“Hey, Harry,” Hermione said without looking up from her conversation with Fay and Susan.

“Hello Harry,” Lavender greeted him as for no reason at all she and her best friend Parvati broke into giggling.

“Aren’t you suppose to be with Ron?” Harry asked the Indian witch.

“Oh that jealous git,” Parvati said with a snort. “He didn’t even give me the time of the day, first ogling at the french Veela s.l.u.t, then staring jealously at you the whole night.”

“Well then you have my sincere apology,” Harry said to her, feeling bad for her. He knew Ron would always and over be an a.s.s, but to ruin a girl’s perfect night…

“Don’t be,” Parvati shook her head, “I felt pity for that asshole, taking him to the ball. Now let’s see if he would get any kindness from me!”

“Yea,” Harry said as he fell into a deep silence, the night was coming to an end as people slowly cleared out. There weren’t that many people milling around anymore as everyone was hitting the haystacks.

They all agreed in varying degrees, and Harry asked if they would want him to drop them off at their dorms. The first stop was the Slytherin house where Daphne and Tracey left off at, then it was to Hufflepuff where Susan left, and finally it was the Gryffindor house.

Although he didn’t stay here most of the time it was his house, so he felt the most comfortable here.

It was past midnight when they came back to the common room. He needed to sleep, and so did the girl, however easier said than done, especially with the incredible boner he was suffering. He never did get to finish with Cho rubbing his shaft continuously against her snatch only getting to put the tip in wasn’t conducive for keeping him limp. He was horny, and needed help.

The simplest solution for that particular problem was just several feet, he watched as the girls headed up to their rooms while only getting a glimpse of their back side before they disappeared.

However there was that one annoying stairway in his way and thankfully when he has asked Sirius a worked around, the man came through. Just as he suspected, Sirius provided him with several ways of disabling the alarm on the stairway. Best of all he already tested Sirius’s methods before to get into the girls’ dorms, and they worked like a charm.

Deciding for himself, Harry put on his invisibility cloak first, then cast several spells on the stairway in rapid succession, switching the detection target from boys to girls. It was the simplest way of tricking the stairways according to Sirius, but its application was limited. He couldn’t use it during the day, as any girl that stepped on the stairs would have triggered it instead, revealing the ruse.

But in the middle of the night, that was not a problem, so he quickly climbed the stairs before the ward shifted back to its previous state.

Harry pulled out his map, checking to see where Hermione’s and Lavender’s room was located at. He knew that they both shred one along with Parvati. Locating it, he carefully tipped down the hallway and came upon the room, and then carefully opened the door, making sure to make no noise.

He peeked in to see if they were in, and bingo. Lavender was facing the mirror as she was removing her dress, and Hermione was already in her night gown cracking open a book. He didn’t see Parvati, but from the water running down, he was sure she was in the shower.

Coming up silently behind Lavender, Harry puts his invisibility cloak back into his ring, and wrapped a hand around Lavender’s waist.

“What do you want, Hermione?” Lavender askes without looking up.

“What?” Hermione asked from her bed, too absorbed with her book.

“Guess again,” Harry whispers into Lavender’s ear.

A yelp escapes Lavender’s mouth at the unknown person’s voice until she looked and saw him standing there.

“What are you doing here?” Lavender asked as she stared up at him, right in the middle of unzipping her dress.

“Here let me help you with that,” Harry said with a smile.

Hermione must heard the commotion because she called out, “what is going on Lavender…” Then she saw him standing there, helping Lavender out of her dress.

“What are you doing here?” the bookworm hissed the same exact question as her roommate.

Without a word, he pulled her into a tight embrace. Then pulled out his shaft from his trousers which was quickly hardening. Harry had his wand at the ready. He cast a spell, this one covering his shaft with a lubricant that increased his p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e immensely while making it more slippery. Then he slowly slide his shaft in place as he began rubbing up against Lavender’s n.a.k.e.d snatch.

A low m.o.a.n escaped her mouth as Hermione watched their debauchery. Shaking her head, she uttered, “you are hopeless,” as she got up and begin to undress.

She salutary came over to them once she was down to just her p.a.n.t.i.e.s and he captured her lips in a searing kiss with a lot of tongue action.

While lashing tongues with Hermione, Harry made sure not to forget about the witch in his grasp. Not willing to wait anymore, Harry stopped toying with her and plunged his shaft into her core from behind. “Oh Morgan,” Lavender exclaimed as Harry moved inside her, her eyes closed in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, her wonderful b.r.e.a.s.ts bouncing to each thrust.

“What a naughty witch you are,” Harry uttered as he broke away from the kiss he was sharing with Hermine. She now moved on to pressing kisses along his jawline and cheeks, while running her dainty fingers along his c.h.e.s.t and arms.

“You like that, huh, being taken in from behind like a bitch!” he grunted as he plowed in her like a wheat field, while Lavender is forced to take every last inch of his pistoning meat rod as he plows her senseless.

However, from her answer, she seems to be as always enjoying it very much so. “Yes,” Lavender m.o.a.n.e.d.

“Lounder,” he shouted as he raised his hand and brought it down on her a.s.s, leaving a red handprint on it.

“Y-YESSS,” Lavender all but screamed, “I am a naughty little bitch you loves being fed your massive bitch busting C.O.C.K!”

That was when the door to the bathroom slowly opened.

The three of them froze as Parvati walked in n.a.k.e.d from the shower, using her towel to wipe at her hair.

“What’s all that noise,” she began, before she laid eyes on the sight before her.

The poor witch was so shocked that she absentmindedly dropped her towel in her hand and stared at the sight before her.

Not feeling abashed in the least bit, Harry sat back on the bed edge while pulling Lavender on his l.a.p, her back pressing against his c.h.e.s.t. That way, her full glory, from her dangling b.r.e.a.s.ts to gashing womanhood, and even Harry’s c.o.c.k was out in full display.

“Care to join us,” he asked with a dark, evil grin as he went back to thrusting into Lavender c.u.n.t. If Lavender was all here in the mind, she might have felt ashamed at being caught by her friend in such an awkward position, but since she was all gone all she could do was cry out in joy and ecstasy as he plowed into her like a milk cow.

“Come on,” Hermione said as she dragged the Indian witch over.

When the shell shocked witch was brought over, Lavender who was acting on more baser instincts initiated a kiss between them.

The two best friends kissed in a way that is very much not friendship love, but Parvati found herself unable to resist Lavender’s advances. The witch melts before her playful and outgoing friend. Lavender kisses her and kisses her, and it was all Parvati can do, not to mewl needily in between lips smacking against lips and tongues intertwining almost needily.

“Parvati… come on, join us! Let have some fun! It’s no big deal. I don’t mind sharing with you, and you can forget all about that horrible date!”

There were so many things wrong on so many levels with this, but Parvati didn’t have anything to say to Lavender’s rationalization as Parvati could only helplessly open and close her mouth. Nothing could leave her mouth, and before she could try to think on this, Parvati was made to sink to her knees as Lavender brought her closer and closer to the edge. Parvati’s mouth remains open, but a low keening m.o.a.n comes from her throat as her friend brought her closer and closer to the edge in the meanwhile using her other hand to play with her b.r.e.a.s.ts.

Parvati’s legs nearly buckle as Lavender proved that she knew her friend very well and knows what makes her tick. How is she supposed to resist such p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e?

Meanwhile, Harry goes to town with Lavender pounding into her from behind, while Hermione turned his head her way to break into another kissing session with him.

Finally, Parvati all but splutters as a wave of o.r.g.a.s.mic ecstasy assaulted her mind and she let out a high keen sound from her mouth. Lavender also was near the edge and with one final hard thrust from him, she broke.

It was in that moment that Lavender finally managed to get a word out, her tone plaintive as she screams it at the top of her lungs. It’s only one word;

“H-HARRRRRYYYY!!!”

Once he is done with her, Harry drops the witch to the side, allowing her to bonelessly slip off of his c.o.c.k with a slick pop. Lavender falls to the floor with a m.o.a.n and a groan, her a.s.s still sticking up in the air and her pale white skin getting more and more defiled as his white, hot seed pumps out of her and along her sloping body.

But Harry wasn’t paying to his little s.l.u.t anymore. His eyes are focused solely on the beautiful Indian witch standing before him.

“You will get your turn,” Harry said, without looking to face her, his eyes solely focuses on Parvati.

“Hurry along,” he then said with a wave.

In the end, the witch reluctantly crawls over to the man that dared to defile her best friend right before her eye. Harry can’t help but be amused by how conflicted she was, on the one hand, he could see how clearly she wanted this as her needly p.u.s.s.y dripped with want, finally getting the attention she wanted. But on the other hand, she clearly never expected it to come in the form of this.

Spreading his legs apart, Harry gave room for Parvati to come up to him. Reaching out, Harry treats the Gryffindor like yet another one of his toys, or perhaps more like a new house pet. C.a.r.e.s.sing her blushing cheeks and stroking his fingers through her hair, taking full control of her and asserting his dominance over her. Then Harry pulls out his massive c.o.c.k and before she could put up some protest slips his invading c.o.c.k in.

Chuckling darkly at the way Parvati’s resistance crumbles in the face of his c.o.c.k filling up her mouth. She could do nothing in the end with her lips wrapped around his c.o.c.k. Pulling his fingers free, Harry slips them back into Parvati’s hair and grips down tight on the witch’s dark locks. Freezing up, the Indian witch looks up into Harry’s face with trepidation and anticipation warring in her eyes. Harry just grins and pulls her ever closer to his actual c.o.c.k, until finally he’s stuffing inch after inch of his meat rod into her surprisingly greedy mouth.

Harry raised a single eye at the way that Parvati practically inhales his c.o.c.k. It’s not long before she starts to gag and choke on his d.i.c.k though, and that’s where the powerful, domineering wizard steps in. His grip on her hair strengthens, and a moment later Harry is taking direct charge as he starts to really face f.u.c.k the witch, right there in the middle of her own room.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

All she could do was choke and gag some more and yet, despite the tears welling up in her eyes and slipping down her face, despite the drool and slobber collecting on her chin and falling off onto her exposed caramel t.i.t.s, the look in Parvati’s eyes showed how much she was enjoying herself.

Harry only confirmed that little fact when he leans over the s.l.u.tty witch, and used his free hand to play with her b.r.e.a.s.ts to which she let out a low m.o.a.n that sent vibrations down along his c.o.c.k.

With her face buried in his crotch and his c.o.c.k pounding away into her throat, Harry continues enjoying her wonderful mouth while playing with her b.r.e.a.s.ts. The Indian witch has quite the wonderful b.o.o.b.s just as superb he imagined while he goes out of his way to turn Parvati into a gargling, drooling, choking mess with his massive c.o.c.k slamming home into her esophagus again and again.

While this is going on, Hermione happily crawling under him, even as Harry stands up to get a better stance for plowing Parvati’s throat to kingdom c.u.m. Hermione’s lips and tongue fall on his hanging ball sack, and she begins to suckle on his nuts, stopping them from their continuous smacking into Parvati’s messy, slobber-covered chin.

Harry can’t help but laugh at the perversity both women are displaying. Grinning ferally, he tries to enjoy the treatments as he gets closer and closer to a release.

“F.u.c.k… I’m close,” Harry swore. “But dang, Ron be damned, I should have stolen you at the ball and shown you a good time all around!”

With a loud groan, Harry begins to c.u.m, his first release quickly overwhelming Parvati’s mouth and throat with hot, hot jizz. There was no way, not in a million years, that the witch would be able to take Harry’s entire load. That doesn’t stop her from struggling futilely to do just that.

It doesn’t help her efforts while she tries to catch her breath, Harry just keeps on spewing c.u.m, erupting like a geyser without a care in the world.

And then it’s over… or at least, that bit is over. Harry’s just getting started, and as he steps back from the pair and sits back down on his bed, his grin tells the witches that they’re nowhere near finished.

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