Harry walked down the Quidditch pitch with his Firebolt over his shoulder. It was a very moody early April day and the weather was perfect for flying.
“Bloody Triwizard Tournament,” he muttered in a low, quiet voice. “No Quidditch match! Almost getting eaten by a Hungarian Tree Wasp was bad enough, then almost getting skewered by a mermaid, but how can there be no Quidditch match to relax! Well, at least I’m still agile enough to catch up with the Golden Flyers without the lack of practice that the rest of the team has had.” Harry walked into the locker room to change into his Quidditch jersey and then headed for the pitch. He noticed another man riding a school broom around the pitch in quick motion, throwing ghostly fly balls across the goal before catching them. They were both wearing Gryffindor red and yellow jerseys and Harry realized it was Caddy Bell. On his way out he saw Angelina and Alicia in the common room. Harry was tired of listening to Ron and Hermione bicker and found himself always staring at Ron’s sister, Ginny.
“She’s only thirteen!” Harry kept reminding himself. “She’s Ron’s sister! She’s cute …… Damn it, Harry! She’s Ron’s sister!” Harry mounted his broom and released the golden flyer, following it for almost a very enjoyable hour, constantly catching and releasing it. It was a wonderful break from thinking about homework, listening to Ron bicker with Hermione, worrying about dying in the third event of the brawl, keeping an eye on Ginny, and …… “Damn it, Harry!” He cursed himself again. “She’s Ron’s little sister!” Harry was fourteen years old and his hormones were no different than any other fourteen year old male. He was very fond of Autumn Chang, and while she was always kind and polite to him, she was Cedric Diggory’s girlfriend, and Harry knew she was way prettier than him.
Unlike muggle schools, Harry rarely had strong bonds with girls growing up. He was too skinny, dressed in shabby clothes, and of course, he was Derek’s cousin, so girls tried to avoid him. Hogwarts was a new beginning for him, but his social skills were almost non-existent even in this “gender-equal” environment.
Of course, Hermione was different. He hadn’t realized until this year that he and Ron pretty much considered her “one of their buddies”. Her stunning appearance at the Christmas Ball had made him feel like he’d been hit in the head by a ghostly flying ball, and it was clear that Ron was completely enamored with her. Neither of them, however, had the courage to say so. Harry thought that was why they both kept bickering. He blushed at the idea that they were getting frustrated about sex.
Hermione was fifteen now, and so was Ron. There were many lovers of that age at Hogwarts who were caught in an ambiguous gesture, but Ron and Hermione never were.
Harry would love for him to be bumped into in a flirtatious gesture with a pretty girl as well, but he knew his chances were very slim. He’d always been someone who couldn’t get along, at least that’s what most of the other students made him think. He remembered a terrible performance with Parvati at the Christmas dance, and she had barely spoken to him since then. Whether it was her sister, Padma, or their best friend, Lavender Brown, Harry was happy to admit that they were both attractive young girls.
Of course, Harry also realized that he didn’t understand the vast majority of the feelings of the opposite sex either. Vernon had never told him anything about the life side of things, and everything Dally said was either disgusting or ridiculous, like his story with fucking six girls in one night. He’d just been able to ride a broom when Dally started dating.
All of this doesn’t help Harry get over his frustration with his lack of womanizing. Hermione was a good friend, he trusted her and was able to talk his heart out to her, but could never muster up the sexual desire. Besides, being Muggle-born, she had her own issues with sex. At least as Simon often claimed. Of course, Simon’s tales of sexual conquests were as unworthy of belief as Dally’s words. Harry knew full well that Simon hadn’t taken the virginity of a dozen girls in a hot hand, as he claimed. In fact, Simon was probably as much of a virgin as he, Harry, was.
Harry felt hot and sweaty, very tired after practice, but pleasant. He felt like he should go back and take a shower in the locker room. There was still plenty of time before he finished eating, and he really enjoyed leaving the common room and going outdoors.
He went to the locker room and heard the sound of a shower coming from the boys’ bathroom. He suddenly wondered who was in there.
He hadn’t noticed anyone showing up to practice, though by his own admission he was equally caught up in contemplation or completely focused on catching the golden flying thief, so it was possible that someone was there and he really hadn’t noticed.
Harry took off his Quidditch jerseys, whispered the removal spell, and hung them up. He threw a towel around his body and walked into the bathroom.
“Maybe masturbating will help me relax.” He thought with some guilt. Vernon had told him that masturbation was sinful and could even make him weirder than he originally was. If that was true, then Dali would be more than Voldemort by now. For many years, Harry had always had to sleep with a pillow pressed over his head to keep from hearing Dali’s moans as he masturbated into the obscene magazines hidden under the mattress and the creaking of his spring mattress.
This situation had gotten better since he had been in a dormitory with Ron, Dean, Simon and Neville. Harry felt as guilty as the rest of them, but what could be expected from young boys who were fourteen or fifteen and desperately wanted to release their sexuality. They undoubtedly couldn’t release it on a girl, so settling for their hands was their only option.
Harry walked into the bathroom with his glasses fogged up. He took his glasses off and placed them on the rack, taking a towel and walking under the showerhead to turn it on. The hot water relaxed his tight, sore muscles and he breathed a contented sigh of relief.
As he washed his hair and began to soap his cock, the other guy in the shower suddenly ate and laughed at him.
Harry usually didn’t care and the others masturbated under the shower. Fred and George even masturbated each other, and Harry was deeply disturbed to find them both unusually firm. But this particular snigger was so shrill that Harry’s mouth dropped open wide and his eyes almost bulged out when Katie Bell stepped under the shower he was using.
“Kay……Kay……Kay……Katie?!?” It was as loud as Harry’s suddenly parched throat could muster.
Katie stood next to him completely naked and soaking wet. Harry’s cheeks were flushed, but he couldn’t help but feast his eyes on the tantalizing sight that stood before him. A small smile hung on her lovely, plump lips and her bright blue eyes sparkled with mischief.
Katie is about 170 cm tall and has a very, very nice body. The breasts are a little too big for her weight and size, but are very firm and shapely with rose-pink areolas and large nipples. Her waist had a layer of worked out muscles and her legs were equally muscular. Her ass was very firm and round, giving her robe a very inviting curve, and in the hallways boys often turned around to see the curve of her swaying ass.
“Hello Harry.” She smiled sweetly at him, her tongue licking around her lips. “So glad to see you here.” Harry quickly dropped his hand from his cock and covered his crotch with both hands. He felt an embarrassingly grueling and long moment.
“What are you …… you …… doing …… here, Kay …… Kay …… Katie?!” He stammered, his face reddening as he mistakenly thought he had walked into the girls’ bathroom.
“Look at you, Harry.” She told him.
Harry was wrapped up in extreme embarrassment and total disbelief. She should be seething at him for running into the girls’ bathroom and, well, for staring at her, but she didn’t seem to care about that, and was even pleased. She was so close to him now that Harry could see the droplets of water stay coming down from her well-proportioned breasts, then linger for a few moments on her taut nipples before finally dripping to the floor.
Harry was too scared to move. If he moved, his hand might slip away and his cock would be exposed to her. But staying here wasn’t an option, obviously he was in the wrong locker room. What would happen if another girl came in and bumped into him? What if Mrs. Hodge showed up! He’d be grounded for the rest of the year!
“Yeah …… sorry Katie, I …… I might have made a mistake and gone to the wrong bathroom” Harry stammered. “As …… if you close …… your eyes, I …… I …… I’ll will be gone in a minute. I’m sorry! I …… don’t know how I ……” Katie laughed even harder at the way the younger boy stammered and stammered his words red-faced and whispered impishly, “Actually, Harry , it was me who was in the wrong bathroom. The shower in the girls’ bathroom ran out of water. I thought I’d be able to wash up before you came over, but, um, I got a little distracted,” she blushed like a child, her eyes looking down at the base of her legs and then at his hands, “like you were going to do.” Harry was stunned. “She wasn’t just talking about me, was she?” His head was a mess.
“She’s …… being masturbated? A …… girl?!” Before Harry could say anything, Katie actually approached him and leaned her firm, beautiful body against him. Harry was completely at a loss for words. The wet brown pubic hair between her toned thighs pressed against his hand that was covering his already erect cock. But if he removed his hand, his …… his cock was going to literally touch her!
“Katie! Katie!?” He muttered, not knowing what to do or say.
He’d never even seen a fully nude woman in person before, only pictures in Dally’s pornographic magazines. He had once stumbled across Aunt Maggie’s braless dress, and he was pretty sure that one look at it would psychologically damage any normal boy. Maybe having nightmares about Voldemort or something was actually nice.
Now it was Katie Bell, one of the prettiest girls in school, huddled against his body. Why wasn’t she mad at him? Why wasn’t she blocking her body a little? Wasn’t that what women did when they realized men saw them naked?
She stared into his green eyes with her pretty blue ones and smiled sweetly at him again.
“Harry? There’s no need to feel embarrassed. You’re not the first boy I’ve seen in the shower completely naked. Oliver used to shower at the same time as me and Angelina and Alicia.”
“He …… he …… he did that?” Harry struggled for words. “For …… why?” Harry immediately realized that the question sounded too stupid. Why? Because he had a chance to look at, maybe even touch, a pretty girl like Katie.
“Oh, if you think about it for a while, Harry, I’m sure you’ll come up with something.” She replied in a teasing tone of voice. “You have a great body Harry, almost as great as Oliver! Do you think I’m pretty?”
“Uh……, uh, uh, ah……” Harry might as well have passed out from a coma spell considering his poor diction at this point in his life.
She squeezed tightly against him and reached up to try and pull his hands away from his crotch. Harry resisted, murmuring, “Stop, Katie, don’t ……”
“Don’t be afraid, Harry,” she whispered, her voice soft and gentle and reliable. “Give me your hand.” Harry’s muscles loosened and she pulled his hand away from his cock and placed it on her waist.
“That’s …… that’s a very attractive outfit for you, Harry.” She gasped slightly and her eyes widened a bit.
“Uh, uh, ah ……” Harry let out a giggle. The pubic hair between her legs actually touched him and was stimulating his embarrassingly large cock.
“You’ve never been with a girl before, have you, Harry? I mean, a completely naked girl?” She asked. Her eyes sparkled and her voice held a hint of sympathy. Harry shook his head.
“Would you like …… to play with me a little?” Her soft lips and wet tongue kissed his earlobe while she breathed into his ear. Harry reluctantly nodded.
“Come on, first we should get to know each other’s bodies a little better, don’t you think?” She said as she turned around and rested her back against his chest, her ass cleavage pushing his cock up to his stomach.
“Get some soap and wash my nipples for me, Harry. Wash them nice and slow and gently. Can you do that?” She teased sweetly.
Harry grabbed a bottle of soap and poured it into his hand, always painfully aware of Katie’s ass around his cock.
“Almost like a sausage in a bun!” He thought. Then he blushed, startled at his own thought of this incredibly erotic scene.
Gently, very carefully, he reached down and grabbed one of her perfect breasts with one hand and began to massage the firm white flesh with his fingers, while avoiding pressing his palm against her nipple.
Katie sighed softly and placed her hands over his, pulling them tightly against her breasts.
“More soap, Harry! Press harder, Harry!” She told him. “I’m not made of glass, I won’t break. Please, Harry, squeeze, pinch, rub them hard! Please!” Harry could only obey. He lathered more soap on his hands and began to rub Katie’s breasts harder. Her nipples felt the pressure coming from his palms and he decided he wanted to stroke them more intimately. He gently pinched her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, swirling it back and forth.
Harry finally smiled a little when he heard a louder moan from Katie’s mouth. Her ass moved up and down along his cock in time with his pinching and screwing, and the whole situation was quickly becoming more erotic than Harry had ever thought in his head.
“Katie, this …… this feels great,” Harry sighed softly into her ear as he caressed her breasts and began to push his cock up and down in time with her rhythm.
“You …… you haven’t felt anything yet, Harry,” she moaned softly. “Oh, please, make me come!”
“What?” Harry said vaguely. “I …… I don’t know ……” She grabbed one of his hands and shoved it between her legs. She used a pair of his fingers to start rubbing the soft, warm folds hidden in her wet pubic hair.
“Don’t go too hard or too soft,” she ordered.
Harry started rubbing up and down. “NO! Spin around! Use some force!” She exclaimed.
He complied, and as a reward, he heard a soft, pleasure-filled hiss come from her neat, white teeth. She leaned heavily on him, forcing him to lean against the wall of the shower stall and out of the shower spray.
Harry scrutinized her lovely face, now frowning intently, her eyes closed, her plump lips slightly parted, her cheeks pale red. Low whimpers and moans began to escape her mouth, and her sharp, pink tongue came out, slowly, teasingly, circling her lips.
“Harry, Harry, Harry.” She said softly, a pleasant note in her voice. “A little more force, a little faster, yeah, like that!” Harry’s mind was always running at high speed, trying to figure out what he was doing that would make Katie so happy. His knowledge of the female body was very limited, only that breasts might be used to raise children, but it was clear that Katie liked having them rubbed and squeezed tightly. Then there was the vagina, Harry knew, a hole between a woman’s legs. Babies were born from here. At least that’s what the books in the muggle library said, before the old, mean administrator kicked him out of the children’s book section.
No one had ever explained the life side of things to Harry, except for the stories he’d listened to his roommates whisper in private and the unreliable advice Fred and George had told him last summer at the Ugly House. The twins didn’t seem to have any problems socializing with girls. They had both easily found companions for the Christmas dance and, according to Ron, didn’t return to the dormitory until the next morning, laughing at each other and whispering things like, “I can’t believe how great the sex was with Angelina” and “I think Alicia’s a virgin.”
Katie’s moan suddenly became louder, pulling Harry’s thoughts back. “Did I …… I hurt you, Katie?” Harry asked, slowing the rhythm of stimulation in his hands.
She grabbed his hand and rubbed it harder and faster against herself, gasping as she did so, “No! Harry! Don’t stop! Please! Just …… a little longer! Just a little while! Oh, God, yes! Yeah! Faster, Harry, harder! Yeah, just like that! Please! Yeah, like that. …… Like that. …… Oh, God! God! Yes!!!” Katie kept her grip on Harry’s fingers as they flew and rubbed hard against her wet hard-on, her entire body shaking. She let out what sounded like a soft sob from her nose and mouth, her breath coming in shaky gasps.
Harry felt a sticky, wet sensation as his fingers touched the two tender patches of flesh between her legs. They’re almost like lips, Harry thought.
She sighed and moaned, her toned ass still sliding up and down Harry’s now hard and aching cock. He wanted to cum, to release the tightness between his legs and soothe the pain in his balls that made him cum.
But he couldn’t just cum, not with Katie still grinding on him. She must not like his cum getting all over her. Harry didn’t even like cum getting on his hands when he masturbated, and there was no way a girl would want the sticky gunk all over her.
“Oh God, Harry!” She moaned, still breathing heavily. “Awesome! That was awesome! Oh, I’m going to come! Your hands are so strong! Those calluses are hitting all the right places!” She pulled his hand to her mouth and licked his fingers that were covered in her love juices. She put the finger in her mouth and sucked on it, swirling her tongue around it as Harry held his breath. It was surprisingly lewd, even a little erotic.
She pushed his hand to his mouth. “Taste it! Here, taste it! Harry! Come on!”
“Katie! I …… don’t want to taste your …… your, uh, your pee!” She looked at her, angry at first, then amused, and slowly getting some genuine concern.
“Harry, it’s not pee, I swear to you! It’s semen! You don’t know about semen?”
“Girl’s cum?” He asked blankly. “I thought only boys had cum. You know, that …… white stuff that only comes out when you masturbate. Oh, hell, I’m sorry, Katie, I …… I didn’t mean to be …… that rude, so ……” She couldn’t help giggling for almost a half a minute. “Harry,” she managed to get out, still snickering, but with genuine affection in her eyes and voice, “you …… you really don’t know much about this, do you? About sex?” He shook his head and muttered, “No one ever told me, no one ever sat me down and explained it all to me at all. I mean, I know that semen, uh, sperm can get girls pregnant.”
“Do you know how sperm gets inside a girl to get her pregnant, Harry?” She asked, a friendly smile on her face, but still extraordinarily seductive.
“No.” He admitted with a sigh. “I mean, all I hear is guys talking about getting laid, assuming that’s what they’re talking about having sex. I know my cock, er, penis, er, phallus is …… probably put inside you, oh god, not you, I mean, but, you know, girls!” She couldn’t help but giggle again as she looked at Harry’s completely flustered expression. She couldn’t believe that a fourteen year old boy could be so ignorant about sex. Then she thought about the stories about Harry and his upbringing and realized that indeed no one would ever explain this to him.
“Well,” she smiled a little embarrassed, her eyes shining with hunger, “I’d like to show you where you put your prick inside a girl when you make love! Would you like that?” Harry was once again dumbfounded with shock. After almost a minute, he heard his voice begin to stutter again, “I …… I, uh, let me think. I …… don’t want to hurt you or, or embarrass you or, uh, or get you pregnant or anything.”
“You won’t hurt me, or embarrass me, or get me pregnant, Harry, I want you to promise. I’m not a virgin and I really enjoy sex. I’m on the pill so you don’t have to worry about getting pregnant. You have a …… a very good looking cock, Harry. It’s nice and long and thick and I’d probably like the feel of it inside me, I know it. Do you want to come, Harry? Do you want to fuck, make love to me?” He knew he should refuse; after all, they weren’t married. Weren’t people supposed to do this after they got married? That was another thing Vernon was screaming hysterically at him to instill in him.
But, as if his mouth had a will of its own, it formed the words on its own and said, “Okay.” She smiled beautifully and stood on her tiptoes to place a long, warm kiss on Harry’s lips. He felt her tongue keep touching his bottom lip and he opened his mouth to ask what she was doing. But before he could speak, her tongue was in his mouth, flicking and flicking his tongue, licking the beds of his teeth, his cheeks, and the upper part of his mouth.
Harry grunted in surprise, suddenly having a highly unusual but pleasant feeling about Katie’s behavior. Her body pressed firmly against him, her extremely beautiful breasts squeezing into his chest, her stomach rubbing against his aching cock, and her soft, wet pubic hair tingling his balls.
It all destroyed Harry’s last shred of resistance. He groaned, his voice a mixture of horror, shyness and pleasure, and his cock shot all at once, a stream of cum that looked to him like a never-ending stream, pasting all over his and Katie’s stomachs.
His face was red, in fact there were tears in his eyes as he desperately tried to push Katie away and run out to hide.
“Yeah …… I’m sorry, Katie! I …… I didn’t mean it! I really didn’t mean it! Really! It …… it, you …… you rubbed it all the time, and it just, God, it just felt very, very comfortable, and I couldn’t help it! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Don’t tell anyone! I won’t dare again! Please!”
“Harry!” She exclaimed shaking him. “It’s nothing! It’s nothing! Do you understand!?”
“But, but, look at these things! Katie! I …… I masturbated to you! Aren’t you mad at me?”
“Oh, in other circumstances, Harry, I might be upset, but angry? Absolutely not!” She said sweetly, but in a very decisive tone. “I should have realized that you’re a, uh, virgin and may not have the ability to hold out like some boys do. That’s okay, I assure you. Here, let me clean you up!” Before he could stop himself, or even open his mouth, Katie was on her knees, and with a submissive and skillful ease, she took Harry’s still semi-hard cock in her mouth in one gulp. Her soft, sharp tongue swirled around the glans, exploring the edges of his foreskin and licking the sensitive, soft skin at the base of his glans.
Harry could barely stand, leaning back against the wall of the shower stall, his legs feeling as limp as jelly as Katie’s lovely warm mouth and the nimble, slippery tongue skillfully collected and swallowed the cum that was still out there. Her head rose and fell on him for a few minutes, and she smiled when she felt him harden again with desire. Harry groaned, feeling her warm lips and wet tongue wrap around his shaft. It felt so much better than if he had used his hand, so much, so much better.
“Oh, great,” she thought lustfully to herself, “he’s such a stud! Wow, he’s hard again! Oh, maybe I should keep him a secret from me!” She spat out his cock with a ‘pfft’, and to Harry’s surprise, she began to lick the cum off his tight, firm stomach.
“Katie!” He called out in surprise. “Stop!” You …… You don’t have to do this, do you? Why ……
…… Why would you want to eat all this …… this goo in your mouth?
She smiled up at him, her lovely blue eyes sparkling. “It’s delicious, Harry. Really, Harry, the best part of fucking is the, uh, love juice, it’s like delicious juice! That’s right, you haven’t tasted mine yet! Here, Harry, lick your other finger, please!? I promise, you’ll really like it!” Harry, forgetting that her ‘cum’ was still stuck to his hand, carefully brought his finger to his mouth. He sniffed and found the taste quite pungent, he held his breath and licked it very carefully. Katie shuddered at the sight of his long, wide tongue, imagining what it would feel like if it teased and kissed her clit.
Harry found the taste more or less pungent and a little sour, but it really wasn’t unpleasant. He put his finger in his mouth and sucked hard. He felt the unusual but very stimulating flavor in his mouth with a small smile on his face.
“This …… this is what girls smell like?” He asked. “All girls?”
“Pretty much, Harry,” she told him, now kissing her mouth and lips on his neck and shoulders. “Do you like it? Do you like the way I taste?” He nodded and moaned softly, feeling the skin on his neck respond to Katie’s soft kisses and gentle sucking. His hands began to travel gently over her body, caressing her back and sides.
She shuddered softly and murmured, “That felt great, Harry, very great. Lower, please, lower.” He tenderly placed his hands on both of her perfect ass cheeks and began to gently knead them. As she kept making pleasant and aroused whimpers and hisses, he rubbed harder.
Harry felt it was time for him to learn something further about himself, so he leaned in and kissed her gently, and in turn, more firmly. She opened her mouth and Harry slid his tongue into her warm, sweet mouth, teasing her tongue and the bed of her teeth. Katie let out a pleasant coo and pulled Harry close to her body.
“I …… think I like it!” Harry’s suddenly burning libido told him to himself. “Oh, her tongue, it feels so, so good! Her skin, how soft and smooth.” Katie’s fingers dug into his hair, teasingly playing with it as they kissed. Then she slid one hand down and pinched one of his nipples. Harry felt Katie’s actions stimulate his body, and a surprisingly intense wave of pleasure made his cock harder, even twitching a little.
Her other hand now slid between their bodies and took hold of his cock. Harry sucked in a sharp breath as her soft, warm hand gripped his cock and slowly moved it back and forth, exactly the same way he did when he masturbated.
But Katie’s hand was giving him 100 times more pleasure than he was giving himself.
“Katie, Katie, Katie, oh God, it’s great!” He sighed happily.
She held his hand in one, still gently jerking his cock with the other, and pulled him out of the shower.
She grabbed her wand and quickly turned a couple of towels into a comfy looking mattress and half a dozen pillows.
She released him and lay back, stretching out her stunning, toned body before his hungry eyes. The soft folds in the tantalizing brown and black triangle between her legs showed just a little bit, showing him her softest pink skin. Harry’s cock throbbed as he watched the scene. He may not have fully understood what he was seeing, but it was obvious that it all looked very sexy and full of lust.
“Lie down next to me, Harry,” she ordered him, her breasts heaving a little faster than normal. “Please, Harry, lie down!” He did as he was told, and she immediately rolled over on top of him, sealing his mouth with her lips once again, and began rubbing her warm, wet crotch up and down his now fully erect cock. Harry moaned in bliss, his cock, his entire body had never experienced this feeling before.
“Katie,” he asked softly, pushing her lips away, “is this …… this? Making love? This feels …… feels, God, I can’t describe it!” She smiled at the handsome young boy beneath her. “Oh no Harry, this is just foreplay! If you like the way it feels now, just wait a little longer until you’re actually inside me! Actually fuck me!”
“Fuck …… fuck …… fuck you?” He stammered. “Isn’t that, uh, bad?”
“No, Harry,” she laughed. Her whole body began to shiver with pleasure as her pussy lips slid up and down Harry’s cock. “What’s coming next is going to be fantastic! The best experience of your life! I promise you!” She started kissing him again, prying his mouth open with her tongue; all the time rubbing her clit along the smooth skin of his long, hard cock.
Harry gasped as well. His cock was about to cum, but he was very curious to know what it would feel like to be inside her.
Katie suddenly sat down on him, braced herself hard on him, threw her head back and cried out, “God! Oh! Oh! Harry! Oh!!!” She wriggled and rubbed against him for a minute or two, making him cum. She sat on her knees and lifted her ass off of him, then grabbed his erect cock and shoved the glans into her lovely, swollen pussy lips.
Harry let out a choking cry as he felt her hot, wet, very soft pussy lips clamping down on his cock as a wave of pleasure coursed through him. “Katie! God!”
“Now, Harry, for the best part!” She gasped, slowly but surely sliding her cunt onto his cock, whimpering as her lovely, soft, tender flesh parted in front of his cock. She gasped with excitement as she adjusted to his cock, her bouncing cunt completely engulfing it.
If Katie’s hands were a hundred times better than his own, and her mouth a thousand times better, thrusting into her now – and Harry knew instinctively that he had – was a million times better. Nothing he had read, heard, or even dreamed of before had matched what he was experiencing with his now erect prick.
“Katie! Katie! God! Katie!” He cried out in ecstasy. “This …… this …… God!!!” Katie tightened the muscles inside her pussy, clamping down on his hard cock as she moaned and whimpered in ecstasy herself. Harry’s handsome face made her heart beat faster, made her want to give the boy, no, the man, the sex of his life.
She began to move her hot, wet, aroused pussy slowly, firmly, up and down his cock, sighing and whispering warmly as she did so. Her mouth was wide open, her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth, and she was letting out sharp breaths and pleasant gasps. His cock was big, very big, and when she sped up her movements a little, it filled her with pleasure.
Harry could barely think anymore, couldn’t even speak coherently as the stunning girl clamped her soft, hot, wet cunt around his cock, teasing him, sheathing herself on his cock again and again. He watched as his cock appeared and then disappeared inside this beautiful girl, completely mesmerized, her face like a mask glowing with purity. She tightened her pussy around his cock again and Harry almost came, but was determined to let her tell him when to cum. Last summer, George had made a point of emphasizing in his ‘lecture’ that a man should wait for a woman to come, and that was the only good advice he had ever given.
“Katie!” He groaned as his ass began to drive his cock into her. “I …… don’t know …… I don’t know …… how long I can hold on …… Hold on to …… for how long! Please. Oh, God, Katie! This …… this feels very, very good! Yes, God, yes! Yes!”
“Almost, Harry,” she gasped, a look of passionate ecstasy on her face, “I’m almost …… almost ready to come. You’re wonderful, very wonderful, you, you! Oh, almost! Just hold on a little longer! Please! Just a little while ……” Katie’s thighs gave a mindless shudder, clamping down on Harry’s ass, her belly tightening, a contraction of muscles all over her body as her orgasm hit. Her head threw back and she cried out, “Now! Harry! NOW! NOW!!!” Harry stabbed her a few more times with his hard, aching, engorged cock, then cried out himself as he felt his balls twitch, his cock engorged and excited inside Katie, his fiery cum shooting into her like a rocket. She kept twisting, pushing, rocking fast against him, her fingers stabbing into his chest to support her, her slippery cunt squeezing his cock with every last ounce of her strength, as if performing a lust-filled dance on his prick.
She settled in for an orgasm, one of the most intense sexual experiences she could remember. She collapsed, exhausted, onto Harry’s muscular, slightly chest-haired chest, Harry’s cock still hard and spurting cum into her, her whole body shaking slightly.
It was as if Harry had lost the ability to speak, the orgasm he experienced for the first time inside a girl in fact overpowered his sanity. Nothing had ever felt this awesome! Nothing was as endearing, as amazing, as sexually arousing.
They slowly caught their breath, Harry’s hand tenderly stroking Katie’s back as she sighed and moaned in pleasure, her pussy still squeezing the softening cock inside her.
“Wonderful, Harry, really wonderful,” she said imploringly, kissing his chest and nipples tenderly, caressing his shoulders and arms.
“I …… I …… I don’t know what to say, Katie,” Harry mumbled reluctantly. “I love you!” She looked up into his face and smiled sweetly, her eyes bright with delight and a little misty.
“It’s a very sweet feeling, Harry,” she said with a sigh, “and I love you too. But not in the way you think or hope. Not now, not yet. It’s not like falling in love with you after an incredible, passionate sexual encounter like this.”
“I really love you! Really!” Harry insisted.
“Harry,” she said softly as she rested her head on her chest again. “Pretty much everything you feel for me during sex is purely physical. That’s not a bad thing, but it’s not love either. I like you, Harry, I’ve always liked you. I’m your first woman, your first lover, and I’m thrilled to have given you the pleasure, the fun of sex, to have taken you to a sexual wonderland. I would like to do it again with you, I really would! You were really amazing the first time. But it wasn’t love, Harry.”
“Can’t this be love?” He asked, tears running down his cheeks. She lifted herself up slightly and kissed the teardrops off his cheeks, breaking into a pure smile at him. “Harry, that is the most wonderful thing a man has ever said to me. Yes, sex can turn into love. I’m not saying that you and I can’t get closer than, uh, sex partners later on. But, seriously Harry, how did you feel about me before this?”
“I …… like you, really, consider you a friend. I think you’re beautiful, uh, sure, and you’re beautiful now. And …… there’s sex. Wow, have you ever done that before!” He tried not to blush too hard.
She giggled and kissed him passionately. “You’re a wonderful man, Harry. Now, we have to get back to the castle, it’s almost dinner time. There’s someone who’s making me hungry.” She said with a bad smile.
They reluctantly let go of each other, stood up and walked out to get dressed. As they were getting dressed, Harry carefully asked, “Um, do we …… we have a chance to do this tomorrow, Katie?” She smiled at him again, put on her plain cotton panties and stood up and leaned over to kiss him. “Harry! You horny little rascal!” She snickered. “No, not tomorrow. Harry, we can’t draw attention to ourselves, certain people are bound to notice. You’re not the first person to have sex with me in the locker room, but, uh, other people like to have sex here too. Next weekend should be great, if the weather holds out.”
“But, but what if the weather is bad? What if we can’t …… do that?” He asked, his tone dripping with worry and even a hint of pain.
Katie looked at him sternly, but there was still love in her eyes. “Harry, control yourself. Please. There are other opportunities, on other occasions, really. Don’t get, uh, get clingy, okay. I know it sounds cold, but I don’t mean it that way, really. I like you, Harry, I really like you, and not …… not just because you’re great at sex!” Harry blushed, but managed to squeeze out a smile.
“I really want to have sex with you a couple more times, but we’ll have to split up, you know. Besides, once I tell my friends about you, they’ll want to have sex with you too!”
“Tell? Friend? What!!! Katie, you …… you can’t, can you?” Harry gasped.
“Just telling those friends I trust. Harry, Quidditch isn’t just a big, athletic, fun sport, at least for me, it really gets me all hot and rutting kind of hot! And so do other girls. Can you tell me that you wouldn’t have sex with another girl if you had the time and opportunity?”
“I …… don’t know!” He mumbled. “Who? I mean, it’s not right, is it, to have sex with people who ask me to. Right?!”
“Only you can decide, Harry,” she told him sincerely. “If you want love, and I mean real, true romantic love, as a condition for sex, then you can’t have many sex partners. Harry, you’re fourteen! I’m only sixteen! That’s too young to be serious about love. Why? Do you have someone you’re really in love with? Autumn?” Harry’s face reddened. “Oh, uh, well,” he stammered, “I …… I, uh, I like her a lot.”
“She’s Cedric’s girlfriend, Harry, and as far as I know, she’s very loyal to him. The other girls aren’t so. If you want a relationship, you need to find one without a boyfriend and ……” Harry looked at her eagerly.
She laughed softly and kissed his cheek as she continued, “And a willingness to accept the kind of relationship you want, Harry. I like you, Harry, but I’m not in love with you. Not right now. Is there someone else?”
“Uh, well, Ginny,” he muttered. “But, uh, she’s …… she’s Ron’s sister, so ……”
“Harry Potter!!!” She shouted at him. “If you like her, what the fuck does it have to do with whose sister she is! If she wants a relationship with you, that’s her business, no one else’s! Especially not her brother’s! Whichever one of them it is, those fools! Outside of physical sex, you need courage, Harry! She’s very pretty and has a great deal of charisma. Next year, she’ll be very much in demand, I can assure you of that.”
“She’s only thirteen,” Harry argued weakly.
“Love doesn’t necessarily lead to sex, Harry. I never said for you to ask her for sex!” Katie reminded him a little aggressively.
“I’m sorry Katie, don’t get mad at me. This …… this is such a new and strange topic for me. Almost as strange as finding out I’m a witch.” She snickered again. “Love isn’t strange, Harry! Come on, finish dressing and let’s go to dinner. You’re not going to tell your friends about this, are you?” She asked suddenly, gazing at him firmly. “Uh, uh, well, but, you …… you said you’d tell your friends, so …… so I think …… “
“You’re thinking wrong, Harry,” she said very sternly. “There are a lot of people who think I’m pure when I’m mentioned, and I don’t want everyone at school to know that I’m not an innocent girl! Harry, I’ve only had sex with four people, and they were all of my choosing. Uh, well, Oliver pretty much convinced me, but anyway, I’ve also had very erotic dreams about him. Please, Harry, don’t tell anyone.” Harry leaned in and kissed her deeply and she responded. After a few minutes, he backed away and sighed, “I promise, Katie, I won’t tell anyone. Hell! I’ll try to shut up the wankers in my house!” She laughed as they walked back to the castle, “You know what’s going to happen, Harry, that’s the main priority. I mean, the sex was really, really good, Harry. Maybe not once before has the sex completely made your …… your, I don’t know, your primal wildness and memories possess me and ravage me! God, Harry, really! My cunt purrs like a fat lion-tailed cat!” Harry’s face reddened, but he couldn’t help but sneer at the thought of that image, of Crookshanks and Hermione, and then he very quickly discarded the thought.
Katie noticed his gaze. “Well, who are you thinking about, Harry? Tell me!” Without thinking, he responded, “Well, Hermione and Crookshanks and, oh, shit! Katie!!!” She laughed as they reached the castle gates. “I won’t tell, really, Harry. Hermione is a very attractive girl, and there’s no need to be shy or embarrassed if you want to go beyond being friends with her. However, she has a lot of struggles. Ginny is much more suited to you. Besides, at least she likes you a lot, you know.” Harry looked shocked. “What’s wrong with her? No, she doesn’t! I’m just her friend, we’re just friends!”
“Now, Harry, now!” She said with a big smile, “Now it’s your business! If you like her, go after her. Do you want me to go in with?” They were at the door to the hall. Harry couldn’t catch his breath, knowing there would be countless stares, snickers and jokes inside. Then he looked at Katie and looked into her lovely eyes to make up his mind.
“I have the honor and pleasure of going in with you, Miss Bell!” He bowed, solemnly.
They went inside, talking normally, Harry still carrying his flying broom over his shoulder. There was indeed a bit of a stir, whispers, stares and pointing. He sat between Hermione and Ron as Katie continued to walk over to sit with Angelina and Alicia.
“What’s up, buddy?” Ron asked, looking back and forth between Harry and Katie.
“What’s wrong with what?” Harry repeated. “She was practicing on the pitch, just like I was. I acted as a ball chaser and played with her for a bit. Even acted as a goalie for a bit, that’s all there is to fucking do. We’re just keeping up our physical agility, Ron, end of story.” Hermione looked at him oddly, then smiled just a little and went back to eating her dinner.
Harry crossed the table to see Ginny, who smiled sheepishly at him before staring down at her plate, her cheeks turning pink.
“How was your day, Ginny?” Harry asked as if nothing had happened.
She looked up at him as if frightened. “It’s very …… very …… very …… good, ha……ha …… Harry,” she stammered.
Ginny looked down at her plate again, the red color on her face deepening. “Good job, Ginny!” She cursed herself. “Impressed someone, you …… you idiot! I can’t believe I stammered at them.” She looked up nervously to see Harry still smiling at her, his extra clear green eyes staring right back at her.
She laughed a little too and went on with her dinner.
Later in the night, in the dormitory, behind muffled and sealed-over drapes, Katie rolled and squirmed on her bed as Alicia’s deft tongue stabbed and teased her pussy. Katie’s fingers tangled in Alicia’s hair as the older girl plunged her tongue deeper into her, curling and coiling inside her with even more excitement.
Katie’s whole body stiffened, then arched her back and gasped. Alicia drove her to an intense orgasm.
“Alicia! God, oh! Alicia!!!” Alicia looked up from Katie’s bouncing cunt and licked her clit a few times and smiled. Katie was shaking with pleasure.
“Katie Bell!” Alicia said pointedly. “You had sex! Just a moment ago! You little bitch!” Katie couldn’t help but blush, but forcefully rejected the accusation. “I …… I didn’t! How dare you say that, Alicia Spinnette! And since when do I have to ask your permission to have sex?!” Alicia giggled and licked Katie a few times before lifting herself up to lie beside her and kiss her deeply. These two girls went wild, breathing in the pungent scent together. Less than fifteen minutes ago, Katie had just served Alicia the same way.
“Come on, fess up! I know that’s what cum tastes like as well as anyone else! Someone’s cum is still inside you, Katie!” Alicia stabbed Katie with her finger. “Who was it? Was he great?”
“Oh, he’s great, Alicia, he’s great!” Katie squealed.
Alicia put two fingers on a point on Katie’s chest. “I’m going to keep tickling you until you piss yourself,” she threatened, cackling even more coldly, “if you don’t tell me who it is! You’re going to have to pee soon!” Katie shook her head, screaming and squirming as she held on to the torture for several minutes. Alicia tickled her friend and lover mercilessly.
“I surrender! I surrender!” Katie finally shouted. “Stop! Please, Alicia, stop!”
“Okay, say it,” Alicia grinned, kissing her sweetly.
“Harry.” Alicia was dumbfounded. “Ha…… ha…… Harry? It’s Harry Potter?” She gasped, unsure if she’d heard correctly.
“Do you know of any other Harrys at school?” Katie replied. “Alicia! He …… He’s really amazing! I couldn’t believe it either! And, to make it even better, I took his virginity!”
“No!” Alicia gasped again, covering her mouth with her hand. “Harry’s a virgin!?”
“He didn’t even know where my vagina was, so I rode him,” Katie replied. “But of course he knows now! Alicia, he …… has a big cock like a Welsh green dragon, and, and he’s really cute. Be gentle with him, you know how shy he is, and, and, and, uh, timid to be precise, but not much initiative. I’m certainly looking forward to the next two years with him, that’s all I can tell you!”
“Should we tell Angelina now?” Alicia asked shyly.
“Oh, be fair to each other. She made us all interested in Roger Davis. Can you imagine actually him going to bed with Fleur after the Christmas dance?” Katie asked aloud.
“I’m not surprised,” Alicia replied with a nod. “She’s just dripping with sluttiness, and Roger happens to be a great lover.”
“Harry too, Alicia, really!” Katie panted. “Maybe not as great as Oliver or Roger, uh, not quite. You want to sleep with me all night?” Alicia kissed Katie affectionately and peeked out the curtain. “No, I’ve got to go. You’re too cute, Katie, in so many ways. How did you get into him?” Katie giggled. “Same old trick, “My shower over there isn’t working well anymore.” Once I got him to relax, Alicia, he actually made love to me! In his own dorm room, Harry listened to all four of his roommates masturbate with a smile on his face. Harry hadn’t felt that need tonight. God no!
He reached out and stroked and rubbed his cock, then brought his fingers to his face and sniffed them carefully. The pungent odor of Katie’s body was still on his hand. Harry licked his fingers, the taste making him smile happily as he remembered the incredible events of this afternoon.
“I can’t believe this is happening without Katie’s …… Katie’s love juice in my hand. Oh God, I can’t wait for next weekend!” He said to himself in happy contemplation. “I wonder who she told? God, I wish I could shout it from the rooftops to shut Simon and Dean up, the wankers!” Just then Dean ejaculated, gasping for air and muttering, “Katie, Katie! Oh, Katie!” Harry buried his face in his pillow and laughed out loud. He was still thinking about tonight in the common room.
He offered to help Ginny with her paper for her Spellcraft class, and she finally worked up the courage to agree.
“She’s really pretty,” Harry reflected, “and very talented. She’s almost as shy as I am. Wait, that’s not true. She’s just shy around me. With other people she’s cheerful and talkative …… God! Had Katie told her the truth? Did Ginny really, indeed, have a crush on me? But she’s Ron’s sister!” Katie’s harsh accusation echoed in his memory. “If you like her, what the fuck does it matter whose sister she is!” Did he really like Ginny? Uh, of course he liked her, but until this afternoon he had never, ever considered her in a sexual way. Harry felt his cock harden as he tried in vain to erase from his mind Ginny’s slim, pale body peeking out from under the smooth scarlet sheet. Her stunning pink cunt glistened wetly ……
“Harry!” He shouted to himself. “She’s only thirteen! But Katie’s right. There’s no reason we can’t be friends, good friends. Who knows, when she’s older and more mature, she might just agree that, hell, she might even need sex. Katie said Oliver took her virginity last year. That meant she was only fourteen, maybe fifteen. Seems too young, but Katie says it’s not that unusual for girls to give up their virginity early.” Harry’s mind was all over the place. Being friends with Ginny was a mistake, hell, being friends with any girl just to have sex with them was wrong. Sex should be an added bonus, not an end in itself. If an experienced girl wanted to have sex with him, that was different. He searched his feelings, even his heart, and realized that he liked Ginny Weasley, he liked her very much. He then made up his mind that he should be kinder to her, closer to her. With Voldemort always tormenting him in his dreams and the final event of the bloody Triwizard Tournament, his life was hard enough as it was. Friendships without carnal desires should be very satisfying, even relaxing. Besides, if he wanted to fuck, he could go to Katie or who knows what.
“Having sex every night should …… should be great if …… if what happened today keeps happening!” Harry made up his mind. “But things may not go as well as planned, so I’ll just go with the flow. Wait a few more years, and who knows, maybe Ginny will be willing …… to give herself to me, but even if she doesn’t, I think I’ll cherish my friendship with her. She isn’t as …… don’t want to be as feisty and so agitated and irritable and sensitive as Hermione. Uh, at least she doesn’t let things get to her like Hermione does, except for Ron who’s always breathing down her neck.” That’s when Ron shot up as well, gasping, “Hermione!” Harry grunted through his nose and rolled over, thinking he’d better get some sleep. Looking forward to next Saturday being a perfect day for flying. Maybe even as perfect as today!