Bab 20: Island Vacation Pt. 2
The hallway is filled with the sounds of feminine moaning and masculine grunts, as well as the noises made when a big fat cock slams home into a sopping wet, tightly squeezing cunt. But then, to be fair, that makes sense. Harry is currently fucking Hannah up against the wall within their island home, and the blonde witch is beside herself with wanton passion. He's plowing into her with all his might, his hands gripping tightly at her ass, while Hannah herself has latched onto him like a spider-monkey, her arms and legs wrapped around his body and her head tilted back as she lets her eyes drift shut in unadulterated pleasure.
A small puddle of their juices has formed on the floor beneath them as Harry's cum and Hannah's pussy fluids drip down from where they're joined, as they've currently been fucking for over an hour at this point, all throughout the hallway, changing up the position every time Harry came inside of Hannah's eager womb.
This wouldn't even be their last time, more than likely, but a few minutes later a pair of Indian Witches walk up to them. The Patil twins stand side by side as they whine in unison, doing a rather delicious if a bit creepy bit of twin speak.
"Harry! Are you almost done? We're waiting to go on our morning picnic and the morning is almost over by now!"
Harry chuckles at that and gives his Indian wives both a wink.
"Almost… there!"
With a few rapid, hard thrusts, Harry finishes, cumming one last time in Hannah, which in turn sends the blonde witch over the edge one more time, her eyes rolling back in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Of course, even as Harry pulls out of her and slowly lets her slide down to the floor, he's not just going to leave her like that. Calling on his magic, Harry is just about to start cleaning the hallway and Hannah up when Parvati stops him.
"Let us handle this, Harry. If you stop to clean THIS up, you're going to take even longer to get yourself ready. Go on, we'll get Hannah to bed and you can meet us at the front door, alright?"
Well, it's not like he can say no to that. Smiling, Harry gives his acknowledgement and heads back to his bedroom to get ready for the picnic as planned. Cleaning himself up really doesn't take that long, but to be fair, he had let himself get distracted with Hannah that morning, and he HAD promised the Patil twins that he would go to a picnic with them. Of course, he'd also promised Fleur and Gabrielle that he would go shopping as well.
Luckily, he had a plan. As Harry makes his way to the entrance of their island mansion, he smiles at seeing Parvati, Padma, Fleur, and Gabrielle all waiting for him on the front steps. The two pairs of women are talking with one another, and while they aren't yelling at each other, none of them look happy.
As Harry steps out the front door, Fleur whirls on him, the absolutely gorgeous veela's lips pressed together in an uncute thin line. Of course, her French accent more than makes up for it. He can never get enough of hearing Fleur say his name.
"Harry! You did not forget that we were going somewhere, did you? The Patil sisters believe you have agreed to go on a picnic with them, but you told Gabrielle and I that you would take us shopping!"
All four women turn their eyes towards him expectantly, clearly thinking that only one pair can truly win out here. But Harry just smiles and claps his hands together, rubbing his palms against each other.
"There's something I have to show you, ladies. Now is as good a time as any."
And then he casts a spell. It's a spell he's been working on for a while now, trying to perfect. He's even very nearly there on it. Well, in a way, he already has perfected the piece of magic. But at the same time, he knows that it can be built upon. There's no true end to self-improvement, after all. Regardless, as the four women look at Harry, they suddenly find themselves seeing not double… but triple. In a split second, two additional copies of Harry James Potter appear on either side of the original.
The one to his left steps up to where the Patil twins are waiting, both caramel-skinned witches now staring at him wide-eyed and flabbergasted.
"Ladies. Shall we be off?"
Meanwhile, the one on Harry's right steps up to Fleur and Gabrielle, the two veela sisters in the same gobsmacked state as the Indian witches as he gives Fleur a wicked little wink and chuckles.
"And we should get going as well."
Both pairs of women are clearly unsure of what's going on, but in the end, at the insistence of their Harrys, they give in and each of the Harry copies ends up walking off down the steps with a witch on either arm. The original Harry watches them go with a wan smile on his face, only leaning against the open doorway of the mansion once they're no longer looking at him.
This spell is by no way perfect, not truly. It still has it's drawbacks. For instance, one such drawback, though it can also be a benefit, is that the original Harry sees and experiences everything that his copies are doing, simultaneously. As a result, it's taken him quite a long time to be able to control even two other copies alongside himself. Any more than three Harrys total, and he gets a serious migraine.
Of course, even with only two copies, the original does need to be careful, because every time he cast the spell, the initial feedback from the copies causes some mental strain for the first half hour or so after he's made them. Needless to say, Harry has been working hard on perfecting this new piece of magic he's made. Initially, he'd created it when he found himself being overwhelmed by all of the businesses and entrepreneurial ventures, he found himself taking on. He hadn't originally intended to use it for his wives. Now that he had so many, however, it did seem like it was going to be necessary for him to train himself up until he could handle more and more copies without issue.
Regardless, pushing off of the doorframe, the original Harry Potter steps back into the mansion, heading for a comfortable place to sit down and rest. For the moment at least, his two copies weren't doing anything particularly disorienting… but it would only be a matter of time, he was well aware. The Patil Twins and the Delacour Sisters… a bunch of foxy minxes, to be sure.
So, Harry the First heads to his study and sits down, getting a little work done while he waits for the fun to begin.
-x-X-x-
Harry the Second, meanwhile, is the Harry that went with Padma and Parvati. Like with the third Harry and the Delacour sisters, who all apparated out together after walking down the steps, this Harry and the Patil twins had both apparated and then gone on a bit of a walk, taking the long way to get where they were going, hiking up a forested hill on a neighboring island towards what both caramel-skinned women called the PERFECT camping spot.
As he walks along, having been given the picnic basket and blanket, as well as a few cushions which even now float around in the air behind him since Harry really only had two arms, the powerful young wizard takes in the state of his two gorgeous Indian wives. Today, both Parvati and Padma are wearing a rather cute ensemble in the form of jean shorts and tight-fitting t-shirts, but Padma in particular took it a step further. Not only did the more bookish of the twins go without a bra, which was more than obvious, her jean shorts only covered half of her ass.
Padma had very deliberately taken her sister by the arm and dragged Parvati a little ahead on the path as they'd walked along, putting them both in front while making sure from her skimpier clothing that Harry's eyes would be on her. There was also the fact that she was making such a show of it, exaggerating her walk and all but posing for him at every single possible change.
Soon enough, they reach their destination, and Harry had to admit, it was a pretty good view. The hill overlooked the neighboring island's main town, and also gave an excellent view of the ocean off in the distance. It was very photogenic, as the muggles would say. Regardless, knowing what would likely happen between him and the Patil twins, Harry starts out by casting some spells on the area to keep people from coming across them or even seeing them. Then, he sets up the picnic blanket and cushions for all of them, before placing the picnic basket down in the middle.
Given the fact that he DID make them both wait, the Patil twins start with the food, which Harry is more than happy to go along with. They spend some time eating and talking about inconsequential topics for a while, just enjoying each other's company. But of course, eventually, one of the twins decides to escalate things.
To be honest, Harry was expecting it to be Padma, given what she'd already done so far to draw his attention and hold it to her. However, it seemed that Parvati was not oblivious to her sister's sluttiness, and annoyed by Padma's showmanship, she makes the first move, sliding closer to Harry and then graduating to leaning into him as she pushes his hand down from his mouth so that she can begin to kiss him.
Harry sets his food aside at that, more than happy to give Parvati exactly what she wants, even as the Gryffindor witch reaches down and begins to grope him next, massaging his cock right through his pants and making it grow more and more erect in the confines of his jeans. Of course, even as the two of them lose themselves in the moment, even as the wizard and witch kiss and make out with one another quite passionately… there is a third person at the picnic with them.
Padma isn't about to just be out done by her sister. Not when she'd actually made the first move and kept Harry's eyes on her caramel ass the entire way here. With a low growl, Padma vanishes her clothes, leaving herself in just her boots. Then, she waits until Parvati takes her hand off of Harry's crotch and starts to unbutton her own jean shorts, and she vanishes Harry's clothes as well.
Before Parvati can do anything, Padma is down on her hands and knees, crouching low and taking Harry's dick right into her mouth. The only notice that the Gryffindor twin gets is the sudden sound of slurping and gurgling as Padma begins to bob up and down on Harry's cock, giving their beloved husband an expert blowjob. Pulling back from Harry's lips, both she and he look down at Padma as the Indian witch's eyes gaze up at Harry's face, filled with smug superiority even if she's not looking at Parvati at the moment.
For an instant, Parvati grows angry. A growl of her own exits her throat, and she looks half-ready to either strangle her twin sister or to pull her off of Harry's cock and start a cat fight with her, right then and there. Harry is already wondering if he's going to have to intervene in some way, when the anger in Parvati's eyes makes a sudden shift to wicked glee.
Reaching out, Parvati DOES grab hold of Padma by her hair, but rather than ripping her twin off of Harry's cock, the Gryffindor witch simply sets the pace, turning what was already an eager and enthusiastic blowjob into a face fuck, forcing Padma to take far more of Harry's cock than she was at all ready for.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
As Padma chokes and gags on Harry's dick, Parvati sneers down at her twin sister, degrading her verbally all the while.
"Merlin, what would our parents think of you, to learn that YOU were the biggest slut of the two of us? They always thought I was the party animal, but we both know the truth now. You're an unrepentant WHORE, Padma, willing to walk around naked on a leash like a massive pervert!"
From the look in Padma's glazed over eyes, Harry could tell that the bookish witch was enjoying being verbally demeaned and humiliated and degraded by her sister. He wasn't surprised by that; Padma WAS a bit of a slutty little whorish pervert. The fact that she got off on being treated so rudely by her own twin… well, at this point it was par for the course.
"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"
However, Harry was more worried about Padma on a physical level than an emotional level. Parvati WAS treating the other witch a bit too roughly in Harry's opinion, so he holds out a hand and stops her.
"Ease up and let her breathe a little, at least."
Parvati puffs out her cheeks at that, but he can tell that she sees his point. Still, rather than easing up a little, the Gryffindor witch just lets go of her twin's hair altogether, standing up and beginning to remove her clothes as Padma continues to deep-throat Harry's cock. Even without Parvati's 'help', Padma continues at the previous pace, choking HERSELF on Harry's cock and forcing herself to take him all the way to the base of his member, over and over and over again.
Seeing this, Parvati whines and wiggles, her cute little Indian body now on full display as she shakes her caramel tits at Harry, wiggling her hips as well.
"Harry~ Padma is hogging your dick! Can I have your mouth?"
Chuckling, Harry lays back on the picnic blanket and cushions, taking Padma down with him as he goes. As the bookish one of the two continues to gag on his meat rod, Parvati descends onto Harry's face, sitting on it and grinding her sopping wet pussy lips all over his mouth as Harry's tongue immediately slips out and begins to lick and slurp and lap at her cunt.
Moaning, Parvati doubles over Harry, her hands grabbing at his pecs for support as she pants and gasps and groans quite wantonly from the sudden assault on her senses from Harry eating her out. Meanwhile, down below, with Harry's attention now split between having his dick sucked and throated by a phenomenal knob-gobbler, and his tongue buried deep in her twin sister's cunt, it doesn't take long at all for Padma to finish Harry off, bringing him to his release.
She manages to swallow quite a lot of his load, but the Indian witch can't get it all down, some of the white, hot, viscous substance spills out onto her caramel breasts. As she pulls back, leaving the jizz glaze on her tits to dry where it landed, Padma takes in the situation. Seeing how 'busy' her sister is, with Parvati's eyes closed and her lips formed into a cute little o, Padma quickly gets on top of Harry's cock, commandeering his penis for herself for a while longer as she impales herself on his massive schlong.
Parvati doesn't fail to notice this, of course, but as she's currently in the process of experiencing multiple orgasms back to back, the Gryffindor witch is entirely unable to say anything about it, even as Harry grabs her by her ass, squeezing his fingers deep into her bubble butt. The next while is filled with both witches moaning and crying out and orgasming atop Harry. Parvati ends up having to tap out first though, eventually sliding off of Harry's face, but only after positively coating it in her pussy juices.
"I can't… I need… f-fuck, I'm taking a break…"
As Parvati flops onto her side on the picnic blanket, watching the two of them continue to go at it, Padma and Harry lock eyes for a moment, and then Harry is standing up, taking Padma with her as he fucks her while walking towards the edge of the hill, they're currently having lunch on. There, both of them can see multiple people, both locals and tourists, out and about, taking care of their daily tasks, and all around enjoying the scenery.
Of course, with the magic Harry put up, none of the people below are going to notice them. But Padma doesn't know about that, so when she has him spin her around so she can face outward and continue to get bounce-fucked on his cock, Harry does so, fucking her for quite a while as she gets more and more into the act. There's no doubt about it, public sex is a massive turn on for Padma, as evident by the sheer number of orgasms that she experiences as she's bounced up and down on his shaft out in the open like that, for all to see.
It takes Harry a while to realize that Padma has passed out on him, as it so happens, all of the sensations and the implications just too much for the bookish slut's fevered mind. Her last orgasm knocks her right out, and only once Harry has noticed this does, he stop holding back, cumming inside of her and filling her womb with a nice thick load of his seed.
After that, Harry walks back to the blanket and lays Padma down, before turning to Parvati, who by now has recovered enough that she's been masturbating to the view of him fucking her twin sister on his dick. She licks her lips now that he's paying attention to her, and a wicked little grin spreads across her face.
"Hurry up Harry! It's my turn now~"
Flipping over onto her front, the Gryffindor witch gets on her hands and knees and shakes her caramel bubble butt back in his direction. Harry kneels behind her and grabs her hips, holding her in place and thrusting into her from behind with all his might. As he controls the pace, going fast from the very beginning, Parvati squeals and squeak, before quickly orgasming on his cock.
He fucks her into the ground, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Harry plows Parvati doggystyle so hard and so fast that, after several orgasms, she can't even hold herself up anymore. So, he flips her onto her back and spreads her legs wide, holding her by her ankles as he continues to fuck into her cunt with all his might. This continues until he can't hold back any longer, and Parvati's eyes roll back in her head quite happily when he finally cums inside of her, just as he did Padma.
As he lays Parvati down and stands up however, Padma once more calls out to him. Needless to say, Harry happily goes to her, fucking HER into oblivion all over again as well. And then it's back to Parvati, as the threesome spends the rest of the time there with Harry switching between the two Indian witches as they tag each other out, time and time again. Eventually though, Padma and Parvati are left exhausted, and Harry finally cleans up the hillside and apparates himself, the twins, and their picnic supplies home.
But of course, that's only Harry the Second's day…
-x-X-x-
While Harry the Second is banging two smoking hot Indian twins, Harry the Third apparates to the neighboring island as well. However, rather than going on a hike followed by a picnic and a bout of marathon sex, this Harry was going shopping along with Fleur and Gabrielle. It was also a bit less provocative, as both Fleur and Gabrielle WERE horny veela sluts… but also women who absolutely loved to shop, at the end of the day.
So, for the first few hours of HIS day, Harry the Third was actually shopping, until finally, they found themselves in a high-end store looking at bathing suits, and Gabrielle could no longer contain herself. While her big sister is distracted by something, the younger veela pulls Harry inside of her dressing room and very pointedly casts a silencing spell on the walls and curtain before turning to him and posing with a wicked grin.
"What do you think, Harry? How does my bikini look on me?"
Harry eyes the absolutely gorgeous veela up and down. He takes in her 'bikini' and after a moment of 'contemplation', he chuckles.
"It seems like more string than Bikini, Gabrielle."
Scoffing, Gabrielle reaches out and grabs him by his wrists, dragging his hands up and putting them on her breasts right then and there.
"You NEED to feel this material though~"
Harry just laughs, especially since in this case, the 'material' is one of the thinnest strips of cloth he's ever seen a woman try to wear and call it 'clothing', and most of what his hands are currently touching is just straight up boobflesh. Though to be fair, they are Gabrielle's boobs, and those are top notch. As Harry starts to grope and knead the younger veela's gorgeous mammaries, Gabrielle pretty much drops all pretenses of modeling the bikini for him and wraps her arms around his neck as she leans forward and begins making out with him.
Not one to deny any of his wives, Harry kisses her right back, though in the midst of them coming up for air at one point, he does lay down the law.
"We need to make this quick, Gabrielle. Fleur will be upset if we take too long."
Taking his words to heart, the veela immediately vanishes her swimsuit and turns around, grinding her pale white badonkadonk right into his groin on the spot, giving up all pretense of this being about the string bikini. Harry, having already been quite hard from her modeling, pulls his dick out and starts to hot dog her ass crack.
This draws a whine from Gabrielle, who looks back and pouts at him expressively.
"Harry~ If we're in a rush, you're going to have to stop teasing me!"
Harry smiles and inclines his head in acknowledgement.
"Where do you want it then?"
It only takes Gabrielle a moment to decide, though she does have to think about it.
"Mm, for a quickie? Better be my ass!"
Snorting in amusement, Harry nevertheless casts a spell to lube her up and then inserts himself slowly but methodically into Gabrielle's buttocks. Gabrielle, not really liking the slow pace, speeds things up by pushing back towards her. This of course has the effect of partially mesmerizing Harry; with the way her ass is jiggling as she thrusts her hips back into his cock. Needless to say, he can't stop himself from spanking her, even as he fucks her back door with all his might.
After a particularly hard thrust, Gabrielle orgasms and almost falls forward, having to grab onto the mirror in front of her as she moans throatily.
"Don't stop Harry, keep going! Cum inside of me!"
Harry, mindful of the time they've already spent in the dressing room even if Gabrielle did take care of any noise complaints, picks up the pace. After only a few minutes more, and several back-to-back orgasms on Gabrielle's part, Harry finally cums, filling her bowels with his white, hot cream. As he pulls out of her, the young veela collapses to her knees, panting heavily as she shivers and shudders in orgasmic bliss.
"C-Can… can you conjure a butt plug so that your cum won't leak out?"
Lifting an eyebrow, but not one to deny his wives anything, Harry does just that and hands the conjured butt plug over. As he cleans himself up and fixes his clothing, he watches her put the plug in, swiping the cum that had already leaked out up with her hand and eating it. Chuckling, Harry leaves Gabrielle to finish getting dressed, offhandedly mentioning he's going to check up on Fleur as he slips out of the silenced dressing room.
Of course, he doesn't have to go far to 'find' Fleur. Not when the other veela is waiting right outside for him, annoyed and in a bikini of her own, her hands on her wide, child-birthing hips. Annoyed, Fleur doesn't say anything, she just points at her dressing room. Only once they're inside does she speak.
"Sit down, Harry."
As he does so, Fleur goes ahead and casts several spells on her own dressing room, even more than Gabrielle, just to make sure they wouldn't be disturbed. Once she knows for a fact that she has his undivided attention, the gorgeous veela woman turns to Harry and begins to wiggle and shake her hips, giving him a sexy dance as she saunters up to him, only to bring up a foot and plant it on the bench next to where he's sat, showing off her long legs and her cunt.
"Now that you're done with Gabrielle, it's only fair that I get your undivided attention, don't you think?"
Harry just smiles and nods, more than happy to agree with such a thing. Fleur pulls her foot down and immediately begins to give him a lap dance, grinding down hard on his cock and shaking her ass and hips as much as she possibly can. Harry, meanwhile, brings his hands up and runs them over Fleur's waist and across her back side. He never grips down or anything like that, he just glides his palms and finger pads across her gorgeous flesh, greatly enjoying her body as she dances away on his lap.
"You're very good at this, Fleur~"
Scoffing haughtily, the French veela looks back over her shoulder at him.
"Of course, I am! I'm the best at everything I try~"
Harry just grins at Fleur's ego, even as Fleur herself spins around and faces him, pulling down his pants finally and stripping off the bottom half of her bikini so that she can rub her pussy lips across his cock, hot-dogging it in the same way he'd hot dogged her sister's ass just a little while before. Of course, Harry's hands can't be idle forever. He gropes her ass, he gropes her breasts, he touches every part of her, and after a while of this, it becomes apparent that Fleur can no longer contain herself.
Growing impatient, the veela lifts herself up and then SLAMS herself down on Harry's dick, kneeling on either side of his waist as she wraps her arms around him and begins to bounce up and down on his cock, setting a quick pace and moaning wantonly as Harry continues to grope and squeeze and altogether play with Fleur's tits.
Eventually though, he does change it up. One hand goes behind Fleur's head and he brings her down so he can kiss her, first on the lips and then down along her chin and finally her neck. The other hand slips down between them to Fleur's clit, and Harry starts playing with that as well, frigging her little nub until eventually, Fleur orgasms explosively, her entire body seizing up for the few seconds that it takes her to catch her breath and then resume bouncing up and down on him.
Due to the lap dance, and also the fact that Harry knows they probably need to move this along since even if he didn't tell Fleur this was a quickie, they ARE still in the dressing room, Harry doesn't hold back. He cums fast and hard, making Fleur scream out another orgasm at the top of their lungs as she shakes and spasms across his cock. That's when a sudden knock at the door alerts them to Gabrielle's presence, as she's the only one who would be able to work around Fleur's magic.
"Hey guys? The saleswoman is starting to suspect something, so we should probably leave soon…"
Both Harry and Fleur are blushing a little bit, but also grinning nice and wide as they clean up and get dressed in record time, using magic to make sure that nothing is out of place. When they make it to the cash register, it's to find that Gabrielle has already paid for their stuff with her card, all they have to do is ring it up and the transaction goes through, allowing them to walk straight out.
As the threesome departs from the high-end clothing store, Gabrielle and Fleur once again hanging off of Harry's arms and making him the envy of every guy who so much as lays eyes on them, Gabrielle leans forward a bit to look at both Harry and Fleur, a lustful grin on her reddened face.
"Should we find somewhere a bit more private so that we can continue what we started in the dressing rooms?"
Fleur grins back at her little sister and bobs her head up and down in agreement.
"That we should. In fact, I have just the place."
Switching spots with Harry, Fleur grabs both Gabrielle and him by the hands and begins to lead them along. Harry lets her, knowing that the next few hours would be positively FILLED with debauchery and depravity, if the veela sisters had anything to say about it.
-x-X-x-
Meanwhile, as the two copies that Harry had spun off enjoyed themselves greatly with the Patil twins and the Delacour sisters, the original Harry had quickly gotten over the mental stress. But he'd just as quickly discovered an issue with using his clones for this purpose, as Harry the Second got a blowjob from Padma at the same time Harry the Third began to hot dog Gabrielle's ass.
Namely, while he saw and felt everything that both copies felt simultaneously, it wasn't enough for him to actually get off on it. Of course Harry wasn't an idiot, he'd known that he'd be experiencing all the pleasure both of his clones were experiencing, and he'd been prepared for THAT eventuality, even performing a bit of magic so that when he ejaculated, his seed didn't end up all over the floor, but was instead deposited in a small pocket dimension.
However, that wasn't how it worked, as it turned out. The pleasure that his copies were feeling right now was more of a phantom pleasure than a direct pleasure. So, Harry wasn't quite able to get off. The original was not cumming when Harry the Second and Harry the Third did. As it was, he was going to need some physical help soon, or he was going to end up suffering the worst case of blue balls he'd ever experienced.
"Tinky!"
A house elf appears in the study with him in an instant at his call, and Harry hides his current discomfort behind a smile as he looks to the diminutive creature.
"Tinky, can you let me know Tracey's current location?"
He really wanted a blowjob at the moment, especially with how Harry the Second was currently getting throated by Padma. And Tracey would NEVER turn down a blowjob. She was also one of the only options currently available to him, as far as Harry was aware. No matter how horny he was, he didn't want to disturb Hannah's rest after they spent the entire morning banging. The blonde witch would have gotten up and sucked him off if he asked it of her, but part of being a good husband was knowing when not to push your wives too hard.
He also couldn't really go as hard with the Greengrass women at the moment because of their pregnancies… and besides, they'd all gone into town for the day with the children. Tracey was pregnant as well, to be fair, but he could settle for a blowjob, and he knew that Tracey being the oral-fixated witch that she was, would absolutely give him the best blowjob she could.
Unfortunately…
"Tinky is sorry, Master, but Mistress Tracey went into town with the Mistresses Greengrasses! She went to help with the children! Ah, but Mistresses Bones and Brown are still on the premises!"
Oh? Susan and Lavender? Harry perks up at the thought. Those were definitely two gorgeous babes he could see himself dipping his dick in.
"Are they now, Tinky? And where might they be located at the moment?"
"Mistresses Bones and Brown are lounging by the pool, Master!"
"Very good Tinky, that will be all."
As the house elf pops out of his study and gets back to work, Harry stands up and makes his way towards the pool. As he goes, he vanishes his clothing just as Padma did with Harry the Second and herself, his erection from both of his copies' shenanigans at this point just making his pants uncomfortable. With the children all gone, it's not like it matters if he walks around their island mansion in the nude.
Reaching the pool, it's to see Susan swimming around in a skimpy, transparent sling bikini, while Lavender rests on a lounge chair, completely in the nude. Harry can't help but notice that Lavender's body is glistening from the lotion she'd clearly rubbed all over it, and as he walks out into the pool area, he makes a beeline for her.
Noticing him, Lavender immediately zeroes in on his bouncing, bobbing erection. Bringing her fingers up in a circle around her lips, the blonde witch makes blowjob gestures as she smiles at her husband.
"Need some help with that, Harry?~"
Grinning at the invitation, Harry nods as he walks over to her.
"It would certainly be appreciated, love."
Licking her lips, Lavender sits up on the lounge chair as Harry walks up to her, putting her at eye-level with his cock.
"Mm, I'm no Tracey Davis to be sure, but I still love the taste of your yummy cum from time to time. Besides, I would be a bad wife if I didn't make every effort to help my suffering husband."
Giving him a wink at that, Lavender takes hold of his cock with both hands and begins to give him a blowjob right then and there, slurping and bobbing up and down his shaft. After a while, she pulls back and lets his dick rest on her face as she starts to take turns sucking and playing with each of his balls. She makes it as sloppy as she can, and Harry groans in appreciation. But eventually, Lavender bites off more than she can chew, so to speak, trying to stuff both of his balls in her mouth at the same time. She almost succeeds, but in the end, she has to pull back with a gasp, her nostrils flaring with air.
Growling at her failure, Lavender has Harry sit down on the lounge chair and kneels between his legs, playing with her tits. Harry, in his infinite wisdom, makes sure to conjure a cushion right before her knees can hit the hard concrete, something that Lavender gives him an appreciative look at. Then, she focuses her determined gaze on his cock.
"Here, Harry. Let me give you a fucking amazing tit-job to make up for my failure just then."
With her breasts already nice and lubed up from the lotion she'd massaged into them, it's all too easy for her to wrap her titties around Harry's shaft and begin doing just that. Alternating her pace, Lavender goes slow one moment, and then fast the next. As she does this, Susan finally notices what's going on and stops swimming immediately, scrambling out of the pool and trying to be as sexy and sultry as possible as she saunters over.
"Hey, are you really playing around without inviting me? I do hope I can join in on the fun…"
When Harry gives her a node, Susan happily kneels down next to Lavender, getting her own conjured cushion for her trouble, and starts to lick his cock whenever it's not covered by Lavender's titties. This does take a little while to find a rhythm on, and while the two women do have a few false starts, eventually they get their shit figured out so that they won't be getting in each other's way.
As this continues, Harry pulls Susan's swimsuit top to the side and begins to play with her breasts with one hand, while with his other hand, he pulls at one of Lavender's nipples. This only spurs the two of them on even harder, and after just a few more minutes, Harry grunts and gives them warning.
"I'm getting close girls… real close."
Hearing this, the two witches happily pick up the pace. After only a few more passes, Harry lets out a loud groan and starts to cum, his seed absolutely COATING both Susan's face and Lavender's titties, painting them both white with his ejaculate. As they pull away, they look at each other, and Susan just smiles and nods to Lavender.
"You can go first, Lavender~"
As she starts to clean her face by eating up his seed, Susan watches on while Lavender, who doesn't even bother to clean up, immediately stands, spins around, and impales herself on Harry's cock. She starts bouncing up and down on his lap as fast as she can, while Harry reaches around and begins to play with her tits. Eventually, Susan leans up as well, her tongue working to clean Harry's cum off of Lavender's mammaries once she's done doing the same to her own face.
Once she's done so, Harry, inspired by his first copies' threesome with the Patils, spins Lavender around and lays back on the lounge chair, subtly reinforcing it at the same time as he gestures for Susan to climb aboard and sit on his face. The red head happily does so, facing a bouncing Lavender as Harry lets go of Lavender and grabs onto Susan's ass instead, allowing himself to bury his tongue in her dripping wet quim all the quicker.
Susan leans forward and the two witches begin to lick and kiss at one another, moaning over his body as they makeout happily, swapping cum between their mouths and finishing cleaning the last vestiges of Harry's seed off of their face and tits respectively. Eventually though, Harry ramps up the pace, elongating his tongue inside of Susan and fucking up into Lavender's cunt all the harder.
Susan shivers as she cries out and orgasms all over Harry's face, while Lavender starts to play with her own breasts, her eyes rolling back in her head as she cums for the umpteenth time around Harry's cock. A few more orgasms later, and Harry is finally cumming inside of her, groaning into Susan's cunt. Unable to keep up straight, Lavender falls forward into Susan's chest, holding the other witch and taking a couple of seconds to catch her breath before hopping off of Harry's dick.
The red head currently sitting on Harry's face immediately moves to take Lavender's place instead. While getting eaten out by Harry is a treat, every last one of his wives would agree that getting to interact with his cock, be it via blowjobs or anal or just good old-fashioned cunt-fucking, is the absolute best. Impaling herself on Harry's dick, Susan orgasms and squirts as Harry holds onto her hips, fucking her reverse cowgirl-style while enjoying watching her ass bounce and jiggle.
Eventually though, Susan falls back onto his chest from another orgasm, and Harry pulls her up and adjusts the lounge chair so that they're both sitting. Once they're in a more comfortable position, he starts lifting her up by her hips, only to thrust upwards when he slams her back down on his cock. Lavender, meanwhile, crawls onto the reinforced lounge chair between Harry's legs, now having access to both Susan's cunt and Harry's balls. She nibbles and licks at Susan's clit and sucks and slurps at Harry's nut sack, all while the two continue to fuck the day away, happy as can be.
Susan squeals and squirts again, this time all over Lavender's face, causing the blonde to pull back in faked affront as she gasps indignantly.
"Watch where you're squirting, Susan!"
But it's clear from her tone that she's just teasing, and she immediately goes back to licking and lapping at both of them afterwards. Harry, meanwhile, does not have idle hands, his fingers coming around to grab and grope Susan by her breasts, which in turn causes the lust-crazed red head to turn her head and start making out with him on the spot. Lavender, seeing that she has a little more room to work with this time, goes back to trying to get both of Harry's sweaty balls into her mouth at once.
After several attempts, she actually manages to succeed, surprising Harry and making him lose control completely. His fingers dig harshly into Susan's tits as he cums long and hard inside of her womb, and when he's done, he falls back onto the chair, Susan laying on top of him. Lavender, meanwhile, pulls back and sits up with a smug smile stretching from ear to ear across her saliva-coated face.
Hopping off of the lounge chair entirely, the completely nude blonde dances and laughs around the pool area, giggling gaily as she does so.
"Oh now, that's some serious bragging rights. Also, some of the other girls owe me gold now! Not even Tracey had managed that yet!"
Pulling out of Susan and laying her down on the chair, Harry stands up and begins walking towards Lavender, jacking off to get hard again as she looks at him with a smug, knowing smile. His copies are still having lots of fun with both the Patils and the Delacours, and likely will be for a few hours more… so until then, Harry will have to rely on Lavender and Susan to continue helping him avoid some serious blue balls.
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A few hours later, Harry sits back in the lounge chair as Susan lazily gives him a titfuck, kneeling between his legs. The effects of the last few hours are obvious from the sheer amount of cum both in AND on Susan's body, but that's nothing compared to Lavender, currently laying nearby on the floor, completely covered in cum.
Harry groans as Susan, sensing his impending climax, deep-throats him and swallows as much of his seed as she can. In the exact same moment, Harry can feel his copies finish with putting their respective dates to bed, the two pairs of sisters fast asleep when Harry the Second and Harry the Third ultimately dispel themselves and return to him.
Leaning back, Harry just smiles and rests, deciding to take advantage of what little vacation time he had left. It'd been a wonderful vacation, to be fair… but soon it'd be time to get back to work.
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