The Differences Between Boys and Girls
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Chap. 6: The Differences Between Boys and Girls
Lavender Brown, Slave, Slut, or whatever her Master decided to call her that day (Lavender, most of the time, which she appreciated... even if she appreciated the other names far more than her dear mother would approve of), smiled as she opened the door of her favorite room in the house, her bedroom. Well... for a little while longer. Her birthday was in a couple of weeks, and then she would be moving. That day, if at all possible. As an of-age, pureblood witch, it would likely be quite possible; she anticipated taking less than a few hours to magically pack her personal effects away in her hopefully then-expanded school trunk, and then bid her parents and brother a farewell before taking the Floo to her new residence.
But that was a plan for a few weeks later. Now, she had more urgent and pressing business, as she ushered two beautiful young women into the room after her. One was there frequently, almost daily during the summer months and many holidays, and she plopped down onto Lavender's bed without a care and reached for one of the many copies of Teen Witch Weekly that had been read and re-read throughout the last decade by both her and Lavender.
The other entered more sedately. Not truly nervous, for she was no stranger to the Brown family or even Lavender's room, but she hadn't been there nearly as often as her twin sister. Padma glanced around as always, scanning the room for changes her impeccable memory would no doubt spot before Lavender herself did.
There had been quite a lot that had been different from what she remembered a few days ago, but that was normal. Lavender wasn't a slob exactly, she took enough pride in herself that uncleanliness would simply not be allowed. She was, however, a teenage girl, and her priorities did not necessarily align with keeping things neat. When she had left for Hogwarts after the Easter break, the room had been clean, but somewhat disorganized. A stack of those same Teen Witch Weekly magazines had been scattered across her bed after she'd hastily sorted the two or three dozen she would be taking for the remainder of the term, and another near her bed had been kicked over in her haste to depart and get back to Hogwarts.
There were other, more subtle differences too Lavender had spotted, like a (falsely-signed) poster of Harry Potter in his Quidditch Uniform from the fourth year, when he'd stared to become truly handsome, had been taken down as her mother deemed the crush 'inappropriate at her age'. If only she knew. Another of Ron Weasley, newer, in his Keeper's armor and uniform, had been allowed to stay up. Her makeup collection had been gone through, some of them replaced by more full containers, and all of it organized and put away into mostly-understandable sections on her well-used vanity.
Lavender appreciated the effort, but honestly would rather her mother didn't. She was perfectly capable of replacing her own makeup these days, no allowance necessary. It wasn't that she charged for the services she provided to Gryffindor House (and sometimes the others), but many of the boys liked to ply her with gifts in hopes of winning her favor for a few hours, or to thank her for a good time. As a result, Lavender suspected she was among the most personally wealthy students in Gryffindor, excluding Harry, who seemed to have inherited a good portion of the family fortune at the very least, and was rapidly approaching the age where he could use it. If the Weasleys Twins were still students, that would bump her down at least two places, but since Lavender's personal account at Gringott's, set up when she had entered Hogwarts, now contained at least one and a half thousand Galleons, she felt it was perfectly fine to start being self-sufficient.
"Have a seat, Padma, " she told the quiet girl, "anywhere's fine. Parv, you know that article's rubbish. Green's terrible on your complexion. If you want a color like that, that stands out in that way, go with turquoise. It'll look striking, trust me. Anyway, on to important business, ladies, now that we have a moment..."
Both of the Patil twins looked up at her, Padma with some curiosity as she sat in a dark-stained wicker chair at the vanity, though she was not facing the mirror, and Parvati with amusement as she muttered, "I know, Lav..."
"If you say so," the blonde chuckled, but then turned her attention to the more taciturn of the sisters. "Alright, Padma: spill. I know you had sex with Harry at the party. How was it?"
"What?" Parvati gasped, her gaze whipping toward her sister, "You actually did it?"
"I said I would," Padma murmured, blushing a little as she turned away from her sister's intense gaze, and the more amused one of their mutual friend. "But why should I tell you about it? It's just between me and Harry."
"Come on," Lavender groaned, "That's not fair. I told you both all about our first time!"
"And every time after, in great detail," Parvati chimed in, giggling.
"Well, yeah, what else was I gonna do? Harry's amazing in bed. Besides, I had to make sure you two would go for it, too. I didn't want to leave you guys out!"
Padma, still a bit hot in the face, told her, "I'm just, um, not one to k- kiss and tell? I'm not the gossip you two are."
"Oh believe me, we know," Lavender laughed, "but come on! We're all friends- may as well all be sisters, right? We might be sisters, in a way, soon enough. I mean, obviously you two are, but you know what I mean. Besides, we all know you prefer the ladies, so I want your take on what it was like being with a man."
"Yeah, me too," Parvati added, "Did you suck his cock? Taste his cum? How did it feel when he pushed into you the first time? What about when he came, did he do it in your mouth, or on your tits? On your belly, maybe, or- or did he do it inside you? Did you let him shag your cute little arse?"
"Parvati!" Padma laughed, scandalized, "That's not- No! None of that! W- Well... I mean, some, obviously, but not- it wasn't- I wasn't wanton. It was... nice. Sweet. Romantic."
"Ooh," Lavender cooed, leaning in as she sat on the bed next to Parvati's feet, "Now I really want to know. You guys already know I basically begged him to just use me, and take me, 'cause I'm into the whole forced-thing, but romance is nice, too. Now you have to tell us."
"Yeah, come on, Pads! Don't be stingy! You know I'd tell you if I shagged him!"
"Who says I even want you to?" Padma half-shouted, "I just said I'm not a gossip queen!"
"Yet," both of the others giggled at once.
"Ugh, fine," Padma groaned, "if I tell you, will you both just drop it already? It wasn't a big deal anyway!"
"Not a big deal?" Lavender gasped.
"My sister, the biggest witch's witch I know, shagged Harry Potter, who is a wizard with a cock-" Parvati reminded her.
"An amazing cock," Lavender added.
"-And you think it's not a big deal? It's like I don't even know you, and you're my twin sister."
"Another word, and I say nothing," Padma decided, fixing both with a glare, "It wasn't a big deal. We shagged. He put his thing in my thing and that was it."
Lavender scoffed, "Please. I know him, remember? Harry is not a 'put it in and squirt' kind of guy."
"And I didn't intentionally imply that he was," Padma retorted, "My point is that sex is just sex. What's the muggle phrase? Tab A into Slot B, repeat, done? It's not that complicated. Yes, I enjoyed it. It was fun, and I'll probably be quite happy to do it again, and yes, I still prefer witches. What more do you want to know?"
"The sordid details, of course," Parvati replied with a reasonable tone, "Quit being a cow, and just tell us!"
"Fine, virgin," Padma scowled back at the insult, responding with one she knew full well would sting.
And it did, she watched with dark glee as her sister flinched, hurt. Of course, Parvati was quick with a come-back of her own, "I'm no more a virgin than you are, or were a week ago, and you know it since you were there."
"Fine, man-virgin, then," Padma answered, "Now, shut up so I can answer your damnable questions, alright?"
Both girls clammed up immediately, biting back what were, no doubt meticulously thought-out and well-formed arguments that would, ultimately, only serve to aggravate Padma herself. She still watched them for several seconds just to make sure, but while both girls seemed eager, even anxious, to hear the 'sordid details', neither made a peep.
So, with a sigh, Padma leaned back, "Well, you already know I asked you to relay the message, Parv... he came up about fifteen minutes after you left. I met him on the roof, like we planned, and yes, as you suggested, I was wearing that dark blue set- and just that. Heh, his eyes got really big when he noticed."
"Ooh, the one they called midnight blue even though it's closer to a navy?" Lavender asked, glancing at Parvati.
"Yeah, that's the one," her best friend replied, grinning, "She looks damned good in it. Weird how it doesn't really suit me, though."
"Personality matters for color, you know that," Lavender shrugged, turning back to Padma, "Go on, Pads."
"Well, we talked a bit. About the stars... why I was only wearing a bra and knickers... how we were both something of a package deal, and that I liked women more, but he was pretty good as wizards went... that sort of thing. Maybe for twenty minutes. Got to know him a bit better, he learned a bit about me... Honestly, surprised he was that good at listening, because he kept looking at my breasts."
"You do have rather nice tits, both of you," Lavender replied reasonably.
"Thank you, I think," Parvati chuckled.
Padma blushed a little, but otherwise only replied with a nod. It was no secret between them that she was attracted to Lavender, though they'd never gone anywhere with it, unlike she and Parvati. Or, more accurately, Parvati and both of them, though separately. The closest they'd ever come to doing something was when the twins had helped Lavender with a pulled muscle just over a week ago, near the end of the term, on that crazy day when Hogwarts had been attacked.
A day, she realized, they hadn't spoken of since.
Parvati would always be her closest, perhaps her first real love, but Padma would definitely be lying to herself (something she hated the very idea of as a Ravenclaw) if she said she wasn't interested in the blonde, too. They were opposite in so many ways, but she liked Lavender for many of the same reasons she liked Parvati: they complimented each other nicely. And her looks, well...
"Anyway, after we'd talked for a bit, I leaned over and kissed him, and..."
As Padma continued her tale, she had to remind herself not to leave out what the other witches would consider 'the details', fighting against her taciturn, reserved nature to come out of her shell a bit. That, after all, was one of the reasons she liked spending time with both of them: They encouraged her, especially together, to broaden her horizons and come out of her shell a bit. It wasn't always comfortable, but Padma definitely appreciated it, just as she knew they appreciated her depth and breadth of knowledge, and more calm, measured approach to things.
Both Parvati and Lavender listened raptly, of course, and for once, Padma found that she didn't mind being the center of attention. At least, for a little while. In a small group of those closest to her. Maybe.
Susan jumped off of Harry a moment after he'd pointed out that what she was sitting on was his growing erection. "I'm so sorry! I didn't hurt you, did I? Oh, I probably did, I'm so stupid, I-"
Harry couldn't help it, he laughed, which only seemed to embarrass the girl further. "No, Susan, it's alright," he said through the guffaws, "It didn't hurt at all. You aren't heavy, and you weren't sitting on it uncomfortably. Believe me, if you are hurting a bloke there, he'll let you know. It actually feels- well, felt- kind of good."
Slowly, as his laughter died, Susan calmed down. She still looked skeptical, though, and held her hands under her chin when she asked quietly, "You- you aren't lying? You don't have to make me feel better, you know, I- I can handle the truth."
"Short of whipping it out and showing you, I'm not sure how else I can prove it," Harry shrugged, more amused than anything else by her reaction, "but I'm not sure you're ready for that. How about we-"
"I'm ready," Susan interrupted resolutely, "I want to make sure you're alright. I know some basic Healing, and no matter what you said, I know I'm not light."
Harry looked at her just as doubtfully as she had him a moment earlier and, he suspected, just as genuinely. "Remember, I Must Not Tell Lies," while holding up his hand to reveal the scars everyone in the D.A. had seen multiple times in their fifth year, "It's a lesson I learned well. But if you're sure... I suppose we focused mostly on you the last lesson, so this one could be about... well, the male anatomy, I suppose."
Susan blushed deeply, but nodded, and her eyes drifted down to his crotch, which she looked at for several seconds before tearing her eyes away and turning even more red. "A- Anytime, then. Whenever you're r-r-ready."
"Alright, if you're sure," Harry agreed softly, then stood up. "Well, I assume you paid attention in Madame Pomfrey's class, so you know the basics, right?"
Susan nodded, grimacing as she remembered the too-embarrassing but thankfully rare lessons that the school's Healer had conducted once per year for each of the students in their first month. Puberty wasn't fun for anyone, and learning about it in an academic setting even less so, but at least Hermione had only a few complaints about missing information compared to the muggle version of the same type of class.
"Okay, I just wanted to make sure you had the bare bones- heh. Sorry."
Susan's scowl at the unintentional play on her name made Harry smile, but it didn't do much for his nerves. He didn't have any, which he thought intellectually should have been strange. He was about to take off his clothes in front of a beautiful young witch, after all, even while sporting most of a full erection. He should have felt at least some. But he didn't, all there was instead was confidence. A little over an hour earlier he'd been unconscious on her floor after learning Susan was struggling (from her owl in a letter, no less), and now he was taking off his clothes in the living room of the home that had once belonged to Amelia Bones, the head of the D.M.L.E. Now, hers.
And he was only a little excited to get on with it.
Thankfully, Susan didn't seem to need a show, precisely, though she watched carefully as he removed his clothing, making some small effort to fold them before putting the lot in a small stack on the couch next to him. When he turned back to Susan, he realized she must have been watching his bum, because she was suddenly staring directly at his erection, which stood up straight toward her. With a chuckle, he watched her gulp. "A- Are they all that..."
"Big?" Harry asked.
She nodded, red-faced to match her hair again. Susan blushed a lot, but Harry found that he rather liked the look on her. It contrasted well with her inherently lewd-looking figure, and innocent demeanor.
"No, they aren't. I'm... well, the largest person I know, including Dean Thomas, who's the other largest in Gryffindor. I don't know about the 'Puffs, but no one in Raven claw that I've seen- which is three, I think- stacks up either. Most are around four or five inches, I think, when flaccid."
"Flaccid?" Susan's head cocked to the side with the unfamiliar word.
"Oh, uh, not hard. Soft. Normal, you know, like your nipples when you aren't aroused or cold. They, cocks, get hard when we're excited. Not cold, that actually can make them shrink a bit, due to the testicle's sensitivity to heat and cold."
"I... see. Um... how does it...? Um... where does your, uh, stuff come out? You pee out of that hole, right?"
"Uh, what are- Oh, no. That's a difference, too. We do both out of that hole. Yes, it's a bit weird to think about... but that's also a kink for some people, according to Lilith. Not one I have, but... eh. Don't worry, it's actually really hard to get confused that way, so... can't do it on accident. Well, not without a lot of setup, I guess. Aaaannyway, back to more conventional topics: You can touch it, if you want. Get a, heh, feel for it. Notice the veins and bumps and all that..."
Harry still jumped when she reached out suddenly and grabbed hold, not just giving him a tentative touch, but wrapping her whole hand around him. Susan was the one that gasped though, "It's warm! And- and hard! But also soft?"
"Feel around. Be gentle at the tip and with my balls, but you can explore alright. Just don't pinch or squeeze those parts. The shaft itself is pretty sturdy and hard, yeah- fills with blood, all that. And- you know, that feels good."
"R- Really?"
"Yeah. Uh... I mean, you don't have to, but-"
"I want to," Susan murmured, then finally tore her eyes away from his dick to look directly at him. "You were... really good, um, last time. I want to- to do it for you, too. I just... I'm not really sure how."
"It's not super complicated," Harry chuckled, "but I'll walk you through it if you're sure. I'm happy to return the favor, too."
"No, no... not today," Susan said quietly, her fingers still dancing clumsily but not unpleasantly around his genitals as she looked back down at it. "I owe you one. Two... I didn't really even know what I was thinking when I sent that letter, but I'm glad you came. I really wasn't doing well."
"I'm glad I could help. Honestly."
"And, um... sorry about the mace."
Harry chuckled, and rubbed the back of his head before wincing in pain. "Ow! Uh... yeah. Don't worry about it. I should've announced myself, as you said."
"R- Right, well, um... how... how do I...?"
"Wha- Oh. Oh. Um... well, let me sit down. It's good standing up, but it can take a little while with a hand, so..."
Harry sat, but Susan didn't let go. Instead, she bent over to keep her hands, now both of them, on his shaft as Harry made himself comfortable. She stayed that way for a few seconds, until he prompted, "Uh, Susan? You can kneel.... or if you want, come sit next to me."
She seemed to consider the second option for a moment, then lowered herself where she was between his legs, never once letting go of him. "Like this?"
He nodded, "Yeah, exactly. There's no one right way or wrong way, really, you don't have to do it exactly how I say, or the same way every time, or anything. Change things up. Variety is the spice of life, after all, especially with, well, sex."
"R- Right."
Of course, that didn't mean her hands did anything different aside from poking, prodding, or squeezing. Which meant he would have to start basically from the beginning there. Thankfully, Susan was a quick study, attentive, and followed his instructions without hesitation. "Alright, first you'll want to wrap your hands around. It'll maybe take both with me, but if, uh, you ever do it for another bloke it might just take one."
Once again, she turned scarlet, but then looked up at him, "I won't. Just you."
"Are you sure?" he asked quietly, "I know you had a crush on Neville for a while. He's one of us, you know? You could be with him too, if you wanted."
She shook her head, but didn't elaborate. "Just you."
"Alright. Well, you're doing good, your pressure is great. Not too firm, not too soft. Firm moves the skin, and can be great, but not all the time. It chafes, you see, so best if you use it sparingly. Too light tickles a bit, and that feels good too, but it's more for teasing. If your objective is to bring me to orgasm, then in the middle somewhere is best. Listen for and watch your partner's reactions. Like... mm, that's right- just pump up and down a little."
Susan giggled as her hands moved in unison, "This is actually kind of fun. Watching it move- and that was a cute noise you just made. That's what I should be listening for?"
"Yeah," Harry said, then sighed as he leaned back, "You're doing pretty well for your first time. It's not hard, but that does feel pretty nice."
"Good, I'm glad. I want you to feel good. I mean... I, uh..." She looked away, red-faced.
Harry knew immediately why, though, it was all over her face, but also broadcast powerfully through her emotions, and his ever-increasing sensitivity to them. "It's alright to want me to like you," he said softly, "and it's alright to be excited by things like this. It doesn't make you a bad person, Susan. Normal people enjoy sex, and this is something many partners do for each other. Maybe more often early on in a relationship, but I know a lot of people who've been married for a while do it for some variety, too. It's nothing bad, or to be ashamed of, to enjoy bringing your partner pleasure. In fact, it's a good thing."
"O- Oh. Erm... How- Well, I... How do I make you orgasm? Not that this isn't fun, it is, but I want you to feel good, and that's what feels best, so I... I just... I felt really good, that- that night in the Room of Requirement, when... when we had our first lesson, so..."
"Mm. You liked that? Don't worry," Harry chuckled as she nodded quickly, blushed, then did so again a little more slowly. "By the time our lessons are done, you'll be an expert, and you won't have to ask, trust me. But you're doing just fine, Susan. Like I said, hand-jobs- wanking, like this- just take a good while for me. Your hands will probably get tired first. I'm just, uh, kind of too used to them. It's different with a girl, but... before I summoned Lilith... well, I did it a lot. A lot-lot. Sometimes six or seven times a day."
"R- Really? That's... it seems like a lot, yes."
"I mean, most blokes probably did once or twice at most at that age... not that I'm an expert in other guys. Still, you know... takes a certain mind-set to summon a Succubus to begin with, so trust me, Susan, you don't have to embarrassed around me. There's probably nothing you've ever even imagined in your wildest fantasies that would shock me."
She gave him a strange look, "Not- not even if I used, um... something else, to make you cum?"
"Like what?" asked Harry, curious, "A toy of some sort?"
"N- No, my..." her voice dropped several decibels, "Like, um... like my m-mouth... like you did..."
It took every ounce of willpower Harry had not to break into wild gales of laughter, but somehow, he kept a straight face. Still, he had to get the message across, hopefully without embarrassing the girl or making her feel bad. "That's... on a scale of one to one hundred, with one hundred being the most kinky, weird, deviant thing I've ever even heard of, but wouldn't do? A blowjob- that's using your mouth on a guy- is like, a three. I'm not saying that to make you feel bad, I'm just telling you it's not that unusual. And it's really good, at least for the guy. Most girls I know enjoy it too in their own way, but not all of them. Hannah will do it, for example, but doesn't really enjoy it for herself- she just likes being in control that way. She's more an anal girl."
Susan turned deep red. "That- that means she likes it in the bum, r- right?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded, "oh, you can speed up and slow down too, by the way. Maybe add a little twist here and there... run your hand over the cap... your thumb along the upside-down V near the top... there's lots you can do to make it feel better, just try new things and experiment. And yeah... I'm gonna have loads of fun showing you all the strange, kinky things the world of sex has to offer, Susan, I can promise you."
She swallowed, but didn't object. Instead, she started changing up her motions as he'd suggested, first by varying speeds a little, even using different speeds with either hand, then moving her thumbs to explore a bit more. "What was that about toys? Why would like, a doll, or a train, or something...?"
"Not that kind of toy," Harry shook his head with a grin, "I'll explain later, probably even next lesson, if we can do it at my place. There's a lot I can show you already there. 'Adult toys', which is a whole shopping category or even store in some places, means something entirely different. Ooooh, yeah, that spot right there- if you run your thumb sideways across when you reach the top, that- fuck. Yeah... that's nice. Anyway, if you want to suck my cock, give me a blowjob, use your mouth, or perform fellatio, which is the proper term but they're all the same thing, you can go ahead, but you don't have to. I can tell you another fun way you might enjoy... one you're particularly suited for, as well."
"Wh- What's that?" asked Susan, wide-eyed as she kept playing with him while pumping too.
"Paizuri, tit-fuck, titjob. Basically, I put my dick in between your breasts, and you use those to get me off, kind of simulating a vagina, or cunt, or pussy."
"I've been saying those," she said quietly, "every day, like you told me. Ask Hannah."
"I believe you," he chuckled, "but good girl for remembering."
This time, her blush was strangely heated, and Harry felt the urge to reach down and pat her head, which made the young woman between his knees lean into his touch and sigh. "Ooh... a head-pat girl, huh? Nice. If you want to try that last one, lift up your shirt. In fact, lift your shirt anyway, give me something sexy to look at besides just your glorious face."
"I- I'm nothing special," Susan murmured, but she did let go to lift her shirt, "Except my big breasts, I suppose, but that's just me. It runs in our- in my- family."
"And it'll run in our beautiful children's someday," Harry told her firmly, but reached down to take her chin and urge her face upward to meet his gaze, "and you are beautiful. Never tell yourself otherwise, or listen to those who say that, including yourself. I'm extremely attracted to you, Susan, and not just because of your tits. Which are glorious, don't get me wrong, but you are beautiful in every way that matters, including physically, mentally, and emotionally. Okay?"
She swallowed, nodded, and he let go. At once, she finished with her shirt, hiking it up over her mounds, then pushed her bra down before reaching back to unsnap it with skill that made Harry jealous even though he never really struggled anymore. Then he gaped once more. "Gods, I forgot how sexy those are," he chuckled, "but I meant what I said. You're far more than a pair of tits, okay?"
Susan nodded again. "How- how do I...?"
"Oh." It was weird to Harry, he decided, having to verbalize what he considered basically simple commands that would lead to the desired effect step-by-step, but it also made him stop and think about what was required in even the simplest of tasks, sometimes, for those unused to them. "Just rise up on your knees and lean in a bit. Gravity will help, but..."
Once she had, he reached up himself, hesitated a moment, but she nodded. "You can touch me whenever you want, Harry. I like it when you do."
"Alright. I'll still probably ask, at least like that, until we're more comfortable with each other, but I'll try to remember. Anyway..." He grazed and played with her nipples for a moment while she went back to stroking him, then said, "Lean in a bit more. That's it- not uncomfortable?"
Susan Bones' breasts were already surrounding him, pressing down on his cock, but she shook her head. "No, this is fine for a while."
"Alright, well, uh... let go, I guess."
That was all it took. As he'd thought, gravity did the rest, and her large, full pillowy tits surrounded him of their own accord.
She giggled, "It's really warm in there."
"It feels amazing already," he sighed, "Now, you just press in a bit- maybe toward your chest and press them together- to give it a bit more pressure. Angle your hands so I don't pop out, and just put me back in if I do, then either move them up and down... you can do it together or separately, that's it, and change it up if you want... oh, shit that's nice, Susan... or you can lift and drop your torso. I imagine that's a lot more work, but it's closer to the natural- ah- motion, I think. It's sexy as hell, though... you can make me basically disappear in there."
"This... is fun," she admitted softly a few moments later, already getting the hang of it, "and it feels strangely good, going in and out... I don't think it could make me cli- make me cum, but... but it's exciting. It's making me warmer, tingly, down there."
"Down where?" Harry asked pointedly.
She locked gazes with him, then whispered, "In my hungry pussy, Harry. I think I want you in there."
He swallowed, feeling the orgasm she'd been building for nearly half an hour suddenly lurch forward several dozen minutes, "Uh... I'd love that too, Susan, really, but let's still take it slow. At least until, say, Lesson Five. Okay? Not that I have anything really planned, but..."
She sighed, looked a little sad, then smiled anyway, "I suppose that's wise... It wouldn't do to get pregnant, yet. Not on the potion."
"Oh. That's not a problem, but I still think we should wait. I can't conceive- none of us with the second Rune-set, either- can unless we choose to. So that's one worry off."
"Oh," she murmured, then started pumping her breasts faster, lifting and dropping them as she raised and lowered her torso too, "That would be nice... just in case I was ever attacked, I mean. It's... well, it's happened before, though nothing got too far. Auntie was there to- well, she got there fast."
"I'm glad," Harry whispered, then reached out to touch her face, "and glad that it didn't scare you off of things like this. Because it'd be a shame for me, but also for you to miss out on so much."
"Me, too," she agreed almost as quietly, then leaned in to kiss him suddenly, her breasts still moving on his shaft. When she pulled away more than a minute later, Susan finally let him free... only to lower herself once more, and this time open wide.
The inside of her mouth was, in most ways, just like any other: Warm, moist, amazing. Her tongue moved on its own, without his instruction, and she started bobbing with a good seal almost immediately. Almost as if... As if...
"You've watched someone do this, haven't you, dirty girl," Harry asked quietly, "Naughty..."
She moaned and sighed in quick succession, and a moment later, was pinching her bare breasts as her other hand moved between her legs. Harry grinned, "Oh, you are naughty... you enjoy being told that, don't you? Called what you are? A dirty girl."
Susan's eyelids fluttered, and her mouth sped up. She was no master, clearly she'd never actually done it before, but her view of a blowjob being kinky suddenly made much more sense: It was likely the most non-vanilla, missionary sex act she'd ever actually seen.
But oh, the fun he was about to have, now and down the road! "Shit, I bet you touched your little pussy spying on whoever it was, too, didn't you? Who was it, Susan? Tell me."
She left him with a pop, her normally bright eyes smoky, and she told him, "I was ten, hiding in the closet, and yes, Harry, I did. It was- It was Aunt Yrida, Aunt Denise, and Uncle Caleb. Together, both of them taking turns on him."
Harry swallowed. "And... would you do that now? Is that something you want to recreate, Susan? Two- you and another woman- on one cock?"
She blushed, and in answer swallowed half his length eagerly, then went back to bobbing as she gagged a bit. Still, she looked up with watery eyes, and gave him a thumbs-up before reaching between her legs again.
He was getting close, now, too. That was a nice idea... a very nice one. "Alright, my dear," he chuckled, "A naughty, deviant little minx like you has to be punished... so I'm going to cum in your mouth soon, and I want you to swallow it. As much as I'd like to cover your lovely tits with my seed, you haven't earned that."
She moaned around him, and moved faster still, her enthusiasm well making up for any lack of experience, further spurred on by his dirty talk.
"And," Harry continued as he rested a hand on her head, though he didn't guide her movements, "I'm not going to warn you when it happens, either. You need to pay attention to my body language, even just in that dick you're so eagerly going down on. And, while I'm doing it, while you're mouth-fucking me, I want you to think about who you want beside you, too. Hannah, maybe? Lilith, so the other woman's a Succubus, like Yrida was? Ginny? Two red-heads taking turns on me would be amazing. Hermione, maybe? Or someone else?"
Her hand must have been very busy, because as Harry said 'someone', he saw and heard Susan shake and quiver, a loud, drawn-out moan as her teeth accidentally scraped his shaft, though thankfully briefly as she orgasmed. But she never stopped bobbing, and her devotion to the task was enough to spur on Harry's a moment later.
Still riding her own high, Susan flinched as the first spurt hit the top of her mouth, but she dutifully kept going, pumping his shaft up and down with her tongue and lips while he jetted again and again, enough to make her cheeks bulge a little.
Finally, she pulled off of him with her mouth tightly closed, breathing hard through her nose, and a near-panicked look in her eyes. "Swallow it, naughty minx," he commanded softly.
She did, slowly at first, but by the sixth and seventh gulps, her fear and hesitation were gone. By the ninth, her eyes were half-closed. Then Harry leaned in, patted her ginger hair, and whispered, "You're a good girl again, my dear. Show me your mouth... I want to see you swallowed it all like a good girl. A naughty girl, but a good one."
Susan obeyed at once, shivering, and he caught a whiff of his own semen, but grinned. "That's it, a very good, very naughty girl you are. You suck good cock, Susan. Talk to Hermione if you want to get more pointers, her and Lilith are the experts, but you don't seem like you have too much to learn there from me."
"Glad you- urp- enjoyed," she whispered, interrupted briefly by a semen-scented belch, "That... was gross, at first. I didn't... I didn't think it'd actually taste good, the texture's so weird. But you're pretty nice. I thought it was supposed to be bitter and salty."
"Diet helps, and being a Contractor does too," he told her, then reached out for her armpits and pulled her up onto his lap, which she straddled shyly. "Now, a good tip: after most sexual activities, it's good for relationship building to cuddle a bit. It isn't strictly necessary, but I think for you and I we-"
He was interrupted by her hands around his neck, her breasts once more pressed into his chest. "I'd love to," she whispered, "I haven't gotten a hug from anyone but Hannah since- since Auntie."
So once more, as she cried a little, Harry held Susan Bones tightly. There would be time for more later, but for now, he was glad to simply do that.