Mrs. Rose Ayola of Number Eight Privet Drive was in need of a help in the backyard, because it was just to damn hard for her to do what a man should do
and her husband just wasn't intrested to do those jobs. But, somehow, she could understand. He was at work all day long and when he came back at night,
he was just too tired. So, she had to hire someone to do those jobs. Then she remembered something one of her friends in the neighbourhood told her about
the Dursley's nephew. So, after her husband left for work, she called Petunia Dursley...

 

So, in order to get Harry out of the house, Petunia had her nephew go out and do some work for the housewife.

Harry arrived at the house, feeling angry and depressed, but at least he was out of the Dursley's house. He went up to the door to the house, and knocked
on it. The door was opened.

"Hello, I'm... Uh..." Harry blinked. He was greeted by a shapely woman, wearing a very, very thin silk robe. She smiled saucily at the sixteen years old
boy.

"Hello... Harry was it?" She asked in a soft tone. "Won't you come in?"

"I uh..." Harry nodded dumbly and entered. "Um... Don't you have some... Uh... Gardening for me to do?"

"Oh, yeah, right this way..."

After showing him what to do, Rose went back into the house and made them a big pitcher of lemonade. Harry saw her returning with the big pitcher. It was
growing warmer as the morning sun rose higher in the sky and Harry had taken his shirt off.

As she stepped up to where he was, Rose couldn't help but notice the boy's well-muscled chest as it glistened wetly in the early morning summer light.

"It certainly is getting warm, isn't it?" Rose smiled, strangely feeling like a girl out on her first date.

"It certainly is, Ma'am," Harry told her, pulling a handkerchief out of his back pocket and wiping it across his sweaty brow.

"Rose... call me, Rose," she smiled, watching him run the cold glass across his forehead. But as he did, Rose couldn't help but notice that his eyes strayed
down to her bosom.

This time, she saw his eyes flare open for the briefest of moments as he took notice that she had taken the time to unbutton the top three buttons of her
dress.

"Uh, okay, uh, Rose," he grinned then took a long swig on his lemonade.

"You're really doing a good job... with my garden," Rose smiled, slowly running the backs of her fingers across her large, jutting breasts.

"Uh, thank you, uh, Mrs, uh, Rose," Harry bumbled, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

"You're welcome. Well, I'll let you get back to work and I'll go up and fix us some lunch," Rose told him, taking his glass from him and lightly brushing
her fingers across his hand in the process.

Walking across the backyard, Rose rolled her hips making the hem of her long dress swish from side to side as it brushed the ground. She could feel the
boy's eyes on her ass as she stopped at the top step on the backporch and waved back at him before disappearing into the house. It had been years since
she felt this way, she giddily thought. She felt like a teenager flirting and carrying on with the handsome teenage boy. It was fun...

"So Harry, do you have a girlfriend?" Rose asked as they sat across the table from each other eating the big ham sandwiches she had prepared for them.

"No. No, Ma'am, uh, Rose," he mumbled, with his mouth full as another blush spread out across his cheeks.

"A handsome young lad like you and you don't have a girlfriend? I find that hard to believe," Rose smiled and saw his eyes dart down to her bosom where
she had taken care to unbutton another button and expose even more of the top of the cleavage between her abundant breasts.

"I don't. Uh, where is Mr. Ayola?" Harry asked her, nervously glancing down at her breasts one more time.

"At work... all day long..." she told him. "Every day, the same thing. He leaves at eight and doesn't return home until six..."

"He seams very busy and not with much time for yard work..." Harry said taking another big bite out of his sandwich.

"He does... and that leaves me with much time on my hands..." Rose smiled, batting her big, brown eyes at him. "... and that leaves me to spend my time
in the presence of someone younger... much younger... like you."

Rose watched the boy blush even brighter as he nervously swallowed.

"Since my husband is gone every day of the week, maybe you could come over and keep me company. Would you like that?" Rose softly asked. "I'm sure that
I could find enough... jobs to keep you occupied from Monday to Friday... if you would like."

"Uh, yeah, uh, yes, I, I think I would like that, Mrs Ayola..." Harry grinned back at her, happy for a chance to be out of Durscaban every day of the week.

It was maybe an hour later by the time they had finished the work in the backyard.

"Thank you, so much for helping me out this morning, Harry," Rose told him with a fifth button now unbuttoned.

"Uh, you're welcome, Mrs Ayola, uh, Rose. It was kind of fun..." Harry told her as he happily eyed her bosom. "The work wasn't that hard... and the company
was superb," Harry laughed.

"Perhaps you have time to come up to the house for another glass of lemonade... before you leave." Rose suggested.

"Uh, sure, uh, I don't have anything else to do today... unless you have another job for me..." Harry grinned.

"Well, let me think on that. I might just have one or two things you can do for me," she laughed as they stepped up the steps leading up to the backporch.

Did she dare, she giddily asked herself? Her husband wouldn't be home for another four or five hours and she wasn't ready to bid adieu to her helper just
yet. He made her feel twenty, not her thirty years of age... and also sexy the way he kept ogling her tits all the time. And by the way he filled out his
trousers, what her friends told her about him... he was definitely no longer a boy. Could he be the answer to the void in her life? Could he fill the void,
she laughed to herself? And fill the other void that her husband had become negligent in servicing. Pondering the situation as she went about making more
lemonade while Harry sat at the table watching her, Rose secretly unbuttoned yet another button. Now her big tits were on the verge of spilling out of
the top of her dress, if the right circumstances were to present themselves.

Setting the pitcher and glasses on the table, Rose made a show of straightening her dress so that he could see that another button was unbuttoned.

"Uh, that sure is, uh, good lemonade," Harry said, eyeing her breasts once again as she bent over to hand him his glass.

"I wish I could offer you some milk..." she said, pausing and suggestively running her fingertips across her breasts for emphasis, "but alas, they're empty...
we don't have a farm around here..."

"Uh, oh, I, uh, I see," Harry stammered, his face reddening once again as his eyes followed Rose's fingers across her breast.

"Do you know how milking is made?" Rose asked, her fingers lingering on her breast as she eased down into the chair beside him instead of across from him
as before.

"Uh, yeah, uh, yes, Ma'am, from cows that are, uh, are milked," he told her, his blush darkening.

"When I was younger, I spent a summer on a farm and I learned how to milk the cows... and the udders felt so soft and warm..." Rose told him, bending her
wrist and letting her hand rest atop one of her own ample udders.

"Uh, yeah, uh, I can... imagine they felt good," he told her with a nervous, little cough.

"I was wondering... does it feel as good as touching a woman's breast..." Rose smiled, reaching over and taking his hand in hers.

"Uh, huh, uh, I, I don't know... I've, I've never touched a woman's breast..." Harry mumbled, his face the color of beets.

"Would you like to..." Rose asked, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

"Gosh, uh, Mrs Ayola, uh, I, I don't know..." Harry stammered, obviously taken by surprise by her sudden proposal.

"Well, would you? Would you like to touch one of my breasts, Harry?" she smiled, lifting his hand and pressing it against one of her mountainous breasts.

"Uh, I, I guess, uh, uh, yes, yes, I would like to, I would like to touch your breasts," Harry was finally able to choke out, staring down at his hand
as if it were on fire.

Letting go of his hand, Rose looked down and slowly unbuttoned her dress all the way down to the cloth belt encircling her waist.

Then, with teasing slowness, she peeled her dress open and exposed her firm full udders to the boy's gawking eyes.

"Mrs Ayola... uh... Rose... " Harry gasped, his eyes locked on her quivering, jiggling breasts. "They... They're... they're beautiful..."

"Do you still want to touch them?" Rose whispered, reaching for his hand and grasping hold of it again.

"Yes... Yes... please... " Harry mumbled, staring down at the quivering mountains of pink flesh as Rose eased her hand under one and slowly lifted it up
off her chest. Then as Harry watched on in an almost hypnotic daze, Rose turned his hand over until it was palm up. Lifting his hand up to her breast,
she pressed his palm against the back of her hand and slowly eased her hand out from under her breast. Now her heavy, firm breast rested in his palm. Letting
go of the boy's trembling hand, she felt him softly squeeze it.

"How does it feel ?" she asked him, smiling as she pressed her breast against his hand.

"Soft... feels wonderful... so soft, so smooth, so warm..." he mumbled, staring down at his hand as if he couldn't believe it was really happening.

Neither could Rose. This was so unlike her. Why Harry was barely half her age and here she was letting him fondle her breasts.

Then Rose felt his fingers on one of her hard, tingling nipples.

"Why is it so hard?" Harry asked with a puzzled look on his handsome face.

"My, dear boy, you are a novice, aren't you?" Rose smiled as he continued to pull and pluck at her swollen, distended nipple. "A woman's nipples get hard
when she becomes excited."

"Oh..." Harry mumbled, his face somehow growing even redder.

"Just like this..." she smiled, pausing as she reached down under the table and clutched at his penis through his pants. Just as she had suspected, she
found it hard and erect.

Harry's hands and fingers froze as he sat gaping at her while she squeezed and rubbed his penis through his pants.

"Mrs Ayola..." Harry choked out, looking down but finding his view blocked by the table.

"Harry..." Rose murmured, plucking on the buttons that ran down the boy's fly.

She was going to do it, Rose feverishly told herself. She was actually going to seduce her handsome, young neighbor. The thought of doing anything so daring
had never crossed her mind before. She didn't know what had come over her. The idea came a few days ago when she met her gossiping friends and now she
was actually seducing the boy. And to her amazement, she had found out that the boy was a virgin. She could barely believe that a boy as handsome as Harry
could be a virgin. But if he wasn't, he was certainly acting the part, she told herself.

Harry's hands and fingers hadn't moved the whole time as Rose slowly unbuttoned his fly while he sat open-mouthed gawking at her in stunned silence.

Once Rose had the boy's fly open, she spun his chair around so that his lap was no longer hidden under the table. Then, as Harry watched on spellbound,
Rose pinched the edges of his fly between her fingers and slowly spread it open. To her delight, Rose saw that the boy wasn't wearing shorts and his oversized
penis jutted up out of his groin, hard and fully charged, ticking with each beat of his pounding heart.

"My, My, such a large one..." Rose murmured, gently easing her fingers down under its fat, stiff shaft and gently squeezing it.

"Mrs... Mrs Ayola..." Harry groaned out gawking down at his penis.

It was a big one, Rose giddily told herself. Bigger than her husband's, that was for sure. It had to be at least eight... nine inches long, she happily
thought as she gave it a squeeze and felt it twitch in her hand.

Leaning back, Rose let go of Harry's penis and dislodged his hands from her jiggling tits as they flopped about banging against one another. Then, balancing
herself with her hand on the table, Rose slowly lifted her foot and set it down in the chair by Harry's hip.

Harry glanced up at Rose's face and then back down to her swinging breasts as she leaned down and grasped hold of the hem of her long dress. Then standing
with one foot on the floor and the other in the chair and a playful smile on her pretty lips, Rose slowly lifted the hem of her dress up her long legs.
As Rose's plain, white panties came into view, Harry's eyes dropped down from her jiggling tits to the Y of her crotch. Holding her dress up with one hand,
Rose slipped the fingers of her other hand down under the tight, stretchy leg hole of her panties.

"Have you ever seen a woman's pussy?" Rose whispered, slowly peeling the dampened crotch of her panties back away from the fat, meaty lips of her pussy.

"Once... only once-" Harry grunted, staring down at the gaping wound between Rose's legs with adoring reverence.

"Then you have much to learn, my young friend," Rose laughed softly, letting her panties slip back to cover her pussy as she slowly lowered her foot back
down to the floor. "And we shall begin with that education now..."

Taking hold of Harry's hand, Rose pulled him to his feet. As she did, the boy's pants dropped down to the floor and puddled around his shoes.

"Why don't you take your shoes off," Rose smiled, dropping her hands down to her waist and starting to finish the job of unbuttoning her dress.

"Yes, Ma'am..." Harry mumbled, a tiny grin finally finding its way to the lips.

"How come you're still a virgin? I would think a good-looking young man like you would have all kinds of girlfriends," Rose matter-of factly asked as she
leaned down with her big tits swinging down below her chest.

"Uh, I don't, uh, know. I've just always been... been shy around girls... and they act like you're doing them a favor to even hold their hands... they're
so giggly and silly," Harry told her with a touch of anger seeping into his voice.

Rose recalled her teenage years and remembered that all the giggles and carrying on were just ways of trying to hide her own nervousness. She had been
that way around boys until her husband came along and swept her off her feet. It had definitely been a spring/fall romance. Maybe that was why she had
been swept off her feet. But there was no need to tell Harry all that, she told herself. She would just keep her new-found prize to herself. No use sharing
that secret with him. He might get ideas...

"Yes, girls can be quite trying at times, I would imagine," Rose smiled, slowly peeling her dress back over her shoulders and draping it over one of the
chairs sitting at the table.

"You sure are, are a beautiful woman, uh, Mrs, uh, Mrs Ayola," Harry stammered running his eyes up and down her curvaceous body as he struggled to get
his shoes off. "Just about the prettiest lady ever."

"Just about..." Rose laughed softly, the melodic sound of her laugh filling the room.

"Uh, uh, you are, you are the prettiest lady in all of the world..." Harry blushed, smiling nervously as he finally got his shoes and pants off.

"And I might add, you have one of the biggest penises I've ever seen... not that I've seen that many, but still..." Rose told him, hooking her thumbs under
the waistband of her panties and slowly pushing them down her legs as Harry watched her big tits flop and flounder about.

Standing back up, Rose brought her panties up to her nose and took a little sniff before stretching her arm out and holding the damp crotch under Harry's
nose.

"Smell," Rose laughed. "That's what pussy smells like... nice, hot, ready-to-be-fucked pussy..."

"It smells good," Harry grinned, taking the panties from her and rubbing them on his nose. "Real good..."

"Well, it looks like you passed your first test..." Rose giggled, spreading her legs ever so slightly and running a long finger up the slit between her
fat, meaty pussy lips.

"Do all ladies have that much hair down there?" Harry asked, staring down at the forest of dark curls that covered the tip of her belly and surrounded
her pussy. "I saw a girl's pussy at H... mmmm... my school one time while she, she was bathing. And she hardly had any hair down there at all. It was kind
of like a little arrowhead above her pussy... pointing down to it."

"I don't know... I haven't seen that many pussies," she laughed, taking hold of his cock. "My husband likes mine this way. He says it makes me earthier.
But I've heard it told that some women even shave theirs... maybe that is what that girl does."

"Really? That sounds kind of dangerous," Harry laughed as Rose gave his cock a rough squeeze.

"I guess it could be, but I won't have to find out because my husband won't let me shave it..." Rose grinned.

"I think I like pussy with hair better than pussy without," Harry grinned, gazing longingly at Rose's furry muff.

"Really. Tell me," she said with a mischievous smile on her lips, "since you have seen a girl's pussy, have you ever thought of making love to her?"

"What? You mean, you mean me and Mione?" Harry choked out, blushing, but unable to stop his penis from twitching down in Rose's hand. "She is my bestfriend...
more like a sister to me... I could never think of her in that way..."

"I think you are lying," Rose giggled, squeezing his cock again. "I think that maybe you haves a thing for this girl... otherwise, why would your penis
became so excited?"

"I... I... I don't know," Harry whined.

"Have you ever seen someone doing it?" Rose asked him, tugging him toward the room where she and Philippe slept.

"No, no, I've never seen that... but I hear the older boys at school bragging and telling stories," Harry mumbled, blushing royally.

"Do you ever want to be in their place?"

"I, I don't know, maybe..." Harry stammered.

"Maybe you will be the one telling the stories next time you meet them," she laughed.

Letting go of Harry's peter, Rose crawled up on the bed, pausing for a moment to shake her booty at him before she rolled over onto her back.

Lying on her back with her buttocks perched on the edge of the mattress, her long legs spread and bent at the knees with her feet resting on the floor,
Rose looked up and saw that Harry's horse penis was still sticking out hard and stiff. She could hardly wait to get it inside her pussy, but first she
wanted to show the boy some of the finer points of a woman's anatomy.

"Kneel down between my legs..." Rose told him, "and I'll show you my pussy."

Resting his hands on Rose's thighs, Harry slowly kneeled down between her legs.

Sticking out a long finger, Rose gently probed her fat, meaty pussy lips apart.

"These are my pussy lips," she softly said, running the tip of her finger down the gorged, ruddy-colored labium.

"Uh, yeah," Harry grinned, gazing down at her pussy with youthful reverence.

"Touch them," Rose told him, poking them, spreading them out until they lay open and flat against the curl-covered skin surrounding her oozing pussy.

Extending a thick, stubby finger, Harry slowly ran its tip down the smooth, dew-covered folds of velvet-like flesh.

"They're so soft..." Harry said in a voice so low Rose could barely hear him.

"But this isn't," Rose told him, using the tip of her finger to peel back the little hood of flesh that covered her swollen, jutting clit. "This is my
clitoris... my clit... and you've made it all hard and swollen... and ever so tender..."

"Oh, uh, I'm, uh, I'm sorry," he mumbled, staring down at the tiny, penis-shaped protrusion sticking out of its hiding place. "I didn't mean to... what
did I do?"

"Silly boy," Rose giggled. "You didn't do anything, it's supposed to be that way. That's what makes it feel so good. Touch it..."

Harry brought the tip of his finger up to her clit and tentatively brushed its tip across the swollen, exposed nub.

"Unmmmmmmmmmmm..." Rose murmured. "That feels good..."

Seeing that she liked it, Harry began to slowly rub his finger back and forth across the wiggly little knob of flesh.

"Lick it..." Rose whispered, humping herself against his finger.

"Lick it?" Harry muttered, looking up to see if she was joking.

"Yes, lick it... lick my clit with your tongue," Rose told him, her voice growing husky with anticipation. "I like to have my clit licked."

"Uh, I, uh, do you mean it?" Harry hesitantly asked.

"Yes, I mean it... lick my clit... please..." Rose murmured, lifting her hand up cupping his head in the palm of her hand.

As Rose gently forced Harry's head down, she felt resistance at first, but it slowly waned as Harry allowed his face to be pushed down toward her waiting
pussy.

Then Rose saw the tip of his tongue appear between his pale, pink lips as he drew nearer and nearer to the target.

"Yessssss..." Rose hissed as the tip of Harry's tongue finally brushed across her tingling clit. "Oh, yessssss..."

Overcoming his initial hesitance, Harry quickly took to his task and began to flick his tongue back and forth across Rose's swollen, sensitive clitoris.
He would be an excellent lover, she giddily told herself as she used her hand to guide his head and move Harry's licking, lapping tongue to all the right
places.

"Yes, Mon Amour, yes, ah, yes, there, yes, harder, yes, like that, Mon Amour, right there, oh, yes, faster, ah, yes, yes, yes..." Rose babbled as Harry
eagerly attacked her clit with his flashing, flicking tongue.

The boy is a natural, Rose giddily told herself as she felt herself quickly rising toward an orgasm. So fast! It was happening so fast she could hardly
believe it. But there was no denying it as the pressure down inside her womb grew and the heat inside her head grew hotter and hotter.

"Yes... yes... Sweet Harry... yesssss... " Rose hissed, shoving his head down rubbing her clit against his licking, lapping tongue as she humped herself
up against him.

Suddenly Rose let out a gasping moan as her whole body twitched and then stiffened. Groaning out her gratification, she strained up against Harry's mouth
as he looked up over her quivering belly with wide-eyed confusion. Just then thick, hot spurts of juice began to pour out of Rose's pussy as it dilated
and contracted squeezing out more and more of the gooey cream onto Harry's chin.

Rose had her eyes tightly closed and couldn't see the frightened look in Harry's eyes as she continued to dig her nails down into his scalp and hold his
tongue and mouth shoved down against her spewing pussy.

Finally, her muscles began to soften and relax as she dug her fingernails out of the boy's scalp.

"Mmmmmmmmm..." Rose murmured, looking down at Harry with a soft, dreamy look in her big, brown eyes.

"What? What happened? Did I, did I, uh, hurt you?" Harry asked her, lifting his juice-smeared mouth up off her juice-covered pussy.

"Oh, you didn't hurt me..." she softly laughed. "You made me come..."

"Come? You mean that women can come, too?" Harry asked, staring down at her pussy as it continued to ooze out her juices.

"Oh, come, Harry, can you really be that na ve? Surely you know that women can have orgasms, too..." Rose smiled, gently tousling the boy's long, black
hair.

"No... no, Mrs Ayola. I didn't know. I told you that I was a, uh, a virgin," he mumbled with a hint of anger and shyness in his voice. "I have never been
with a woman before this day..."

"I'm sorry," Rose apologized. "I didn't mean to tease you."

"Uh, that's okay," Harry told her running his finger down the vestibule of her pussy.

"I won't do it again," she smiled down at him.

"Uh, what, what is this?" Harry asked, rubbing his finger against the tiny opening of her urethra.

"That is my pee hole," she giggled. "That's where I pee out of..."

"Huh? You don't pee out of your pussy?" Harry asked with another confused look on his handsome face.

"Well, yes, I do pee out of my pussy," she laughed, pointing down at her pussy with her finger. "All this is my pussy. But this is my pee hole and this
is my vagina. I don't pee out of my vagina... it is used for something else... as you will soon find out..."

"Oh..." Harry muttered. "I sure don't know much about a woman's, uh, uh, pussy."

"You will learn," Rose giggled. "Mrs Ayola will see to that..."

"Uh, good," Harry grinned.

"Do you want to watch me pee," Rose asked him with a mischievous smile on her pretty, red lips.

"Huh?" Harry mumbled, looking back down at her pussy.

"Do you want to watch me pee?" she laughed, pushing up to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Uh, I, I, uh, I guess," Harry hesitantly answered her.

"Move back a little," Rose instructed him and pushed up to her feet.

Staying on his knees, Harry scooted back a couple of feet. Then his eyes found Rose's big, jiggling tits as they rolled and banged against each other when
she went to the bathroom. Leaving the door open, Rose quickly straddled the toilet and slowly bent her knees, lowering her pussy down over it.

Fascinated, Harry watched as Rose's knees bent further and further and her pussy dropped lower and lower until at last, it was only a couple of inches
above the toilet. Staring down at Rose's pussy, Harry didn't see the tiny frown crease her brow as she strained to pee.

At first, Harry saw a few drops of yellow pee ooze out of her pee hole. Then all at once a stream of golden urine came squirting out of her urethra. Watching
the stream of pee splashing down into the basin, Harry could hear it as it struck the side of the basin. He had never seen a woman pee and it was fascinating
to watch the jet of yellow fluid squirt down out of Rose's pussy into the toilet. Harry didn't know how long Rose peed, but after a while the stream began
to lose its strength until it trickled back down to a few drops then stopped, leaving one sparkling drop of pee on the opening of her urethra.

Reaching down between her legs, Rose quickly flushed the toilet and stood back up, coming back into the bedroom. As Harry watched, Rose slowly spread her
legs a little wider and stepped toward him.

Looking directly at her pussy, Harry could see that the single, golden drop of pee was still clinging to her pee hole as she inched her pussy closer and
closer to his lips.

"Lick it off... lick my pussy clean..." Rose told him, taking his head between her hands and dragging his mouth up to her pussy.

Grabbing hold of Rose's ass, Harry pulled her to him and licked his tongue up the vestibule of her pussy, licking away the last lingering drop of pee.

"Did you like that?" Rose asked him, letting go of his head and stepping back toward the bed. "Did you like watching me pee?"

"Yeah, it was cool," Harry grinned. "And even your pee tastes good..."

"So, how does your juice taste?" Rose smiled at him as she sat back down on the edge of the bed.

"You mean... you mean you want me to pee... pee in your mouth?" he asked, his forehead creasing into a frown.

"No, you silly boy..." Rose laughed, reaching for his stiff, jutting cock. "Your other juice... your cum... your sweet cream."

"I, I don't know, I've never, uh, tasted it," he told her, smiling bashfully.

"Would you like for me to... taste it?" she asked, squeezing his cock as she slowly twisted her fisted hand up and down its thick shaft. "Would you like
to come in my mouth? Or my pussy?"

"Both?" Harry snickered, stepping in closer to where she sat.

"Both," she laughed, pulling on his cock. "Both..."

"Yes, both..." he laughed again.

"I thought you were but a boy. Do you think you are man enough to do both in one afternoon?" she asked him, wrapping her legs around his and pulling him
to her as she lowered her lips down on the big, purple head of his penis.

"There is only one way to find out, Mrs Ayola," he said, taking her head between his hands and pushing it down toward his jutting prick.

With her long, shapely legs curled around behind his muscular legs, she dug her long, sharp fingernails into his ass and sank her lips down over the head
of his penis. Then with a loud, wet slurp, Rose began to suck as she worked her lips up and down the shaft of his penis.

"Oh, Mrs Ayola... Rose... " Harry groaned as he began to hump his cock up into her hungry, sucking mouth.

Guiding the movement of the boy's hips with her hands, Rose let the boy fuck her face as she gluttonously devoured his cock. But she could tell by the
jerky movements of his tightly-clenched ass, the boy would not be able to last long. It was, after all, his first time with a woman, she giddily thought
to herself as she consumed his impatient cock with her hungry mouth. And once she had taken the impatient edge off his urgency, he would be able to last
much longer the next time. The next time... when he was fucking her pussy.

"Oh... oh... Mad... Mad... Mrs Ay... Mrs Ayola... I... I... it-it is coming... " Harry groaned out as his hips jerked forward and his cock exploded inside
her mouth.

"Umm-huh... " Rose groaned out around the shaft of his embedded cock as a giant gush of his thick, creamy cum spewed out into her mouth. Sucking harder,
Rose swallowed down his first creamy offering only to have it replaced by a second, even larger contribution of thick, gooey cream, then a third, a fourth
and more. Sucking and swallowing as fast as she could, Rose futilely tried to keep up with the cum pouring out of the boy's twitching, bucking cock.

Rose didn't think that the creamy treasure pouring out of Harry's cock would ever stop, but at last the spasms undulating through his cock weakened and
finally stopped.

Leaning back, Rose let Harry's rapidly softening penis slither out from between her cum-covered lips and flop back down between his trembling legs.

"My goodness, Harry, how long have you been saving it up?" she laughed, running her little, pink tongue around her lips to lick away the cream covering
them.

"Only two days, Mrs Ayola," he laughed, leaning down and brushing his lips over her full, red lips. "Only two days..."

"That was more than my husband could make in a whole month," she giggled, uncurling her legs from around his and using her hands to push herself back out
to the center of the bed.

"Mr. Ayola is a lucky man..." Harry grinned down at her as she patted the bed beside her inviting him to join her, "to have such a beautiful wife as you."

"Oh, my sweet, you make me blush," Rose murmured, watching the boy's big, limp penis dangling down between his hairy legs as he crawled up on the bed beside
her.

As Harry dropped down beside her, Rose reached for his deflated penis.

"Now we must do something about this, mustn't we," she told him, giving his cock a squeeze, "if you are to carry out your earlier promise..."

"What did you have in mind, Mrs Ayola?" Harry asked her, reaching for one of her breasts and gently twisting its big, rubbery nipple between his finger
and thumb.

"Turn over," Rose told him. "Onto your belly."

"Why?" he asked, slowly rolling over onto his belly.

As he did, Rose pushed up to her knees and roughly shoved his legs apart. Then as he lay looking back over her shoulder to see what she was up to, Rose
grasped hold of his hips, dug her fingernails in and pulled his ass up into the air.

"Sometimes this helps," she softly laughed, spreading the cheeks of his ass apart to expose the puckered opening between them.

"What?" Harry apprehensively asked.

Then Rose leaned down and blew a soft breath across his asshole just before she tickled her tongue across it.

"MRS! Mrs Ayola," Harry snorted, wincing away from her probing tongue.

"It is nothing to be ashamed of, my sweet. It is just your asshole..." she giggled, flicking her tongue across it again. "Some men find it arousing to
have their assholes licked. Are you one of them?"

"I... I... I don't know..." Harry gasped.

Wrapping her hand around Harry's dangling dick, Rose flicked her tongue across his cringing asshole again and felt a surge of energy twitch through his
peter.

"I think you are one of those lucky men," Rose laughed, licking him again as she gave his cock a hard squeeze.

Then she began to probe and poke at his asshole with her tongue, she felt his penis begin to harden and swell in her hand.

It seemed like only moments passed before Harry's big cock was hard and stiff once again as it stuck out of his hairy groin pointing down at the bed.

Letting the cheeks of his ass clamp back together, Rose dropped down onto her back beside him and spread her long legs apart.

"It is time for Harry to keep his promise to Mrs Ayola," she smiled up at him as he stood on his knees beside her.

"Yes, Ma'am, Mrs Ayola, Harry is ready to fulfill his promise," Harry grinned down at her, watching her reach down under his belly to where his big balls
hung down in their fleshy sac.

Cupping his big balls in her hot, little hand, Rose gave them a squeeze.

"Are these filled with your sweet syrup once again?" she asked him, slowly running her tongue around her full, red lips.

"Yes, yes, Mrs, they are filled with the syrup of love once again, and Harry wishes to share more of it with the Mrs," Harry grinned, crawling over and
up between her outstretched legs.

"The Mrs is ready to accept another of your generous offerings," Rose cooed, reaching down and spreading open the fat, gorged lips of her pussy.

Then, as Harry leaned over her, Rose grasped hold of the boy's hard, jutting penis and guided its barbed head down to the wet, slippery opening of her
seeping womanhood.

"Such a big one..." Rose murmured fitting the rounded head of his penis down on the opening of her vagina.

"The better to please Mrs with," Harry mumbled, curling his hips and slowly easing his big cock down into the tight clutch of her pussy.

"Ummmmmmm... Mrs loves your big, hard cock," Rose groaned out, squeezing her pussy down around Harry's cock as it drove deeper and deeper into the hot,
clutching muck.

"Does Mrs like Harry's cock better than Mr Ayola's?" Harry asked when his cock was fully buried down inside the depths of her pussy.

"Yes, Mrs loves Harry's big, hard peter," Rose purred. "It is so long... and so big... any man would be proud to own a weapon of such proportions..."

"Mmmmm..." Harry groaned out, straining to push his penis even deeper into her pussy.

"Does Harry like Mrs' pussy?" Rose whispered into his ear as she squeezed herself down around his cock.

"Oh, Mrs... it has to be the softest, sweetest pussy in all of England," Harry groaned, jerking his hips back and dragging his big dick back down the clutching
channel of her tight pussy.

"Oh, my Sweet Harry..." Rose murmured as Harry curled his hips down and drove his penis back down into the hot clutch of her vagina.

As he drove deep inside her, he touched her in places she had never been touched before.

"Yes, my Harry. Fuck me hard and deeper than I've ever been fucked before..." Rose gushed, kicking her legs up and coiling them around his hips to dig
her heels into his ass and force him even deeper into the hot muck of her cunt.

"Unhhhhhh," Harry grunted, jerking back and driving his cock into her as deep as it would go.

"Yesssss... like that... "Rose hissed, running her clawed fingers down to his ass and digging her fingernails in.

Suddenly, it was like flicking on a pile-driver as Harry's tightly clenched ass sprang into motion and began to pound his big cock in and out of the wet
hole between Rose's widely splayed legs.

Exhilarated, Rose couldn't remember ever being fucked with such exuberance and energy as Harry's ass flew back and forth faster and faster.

Pulling and clawing at the boy's bounding ass, Rose could hear the bedsprings screeching and squeaking under her. She couldn't blame them, she gleefully
thought. They had never taken such a beating in all of the ten years of her marriage to her husband. She only hoped that the bed could withstand such a
barrage. It would be very embarrassing trying to explain its collapse to her husband...

The air was rank with the smell of sex as Harry's big peter splattered her hot juices everywhere and Rose knew that she would have to change the bed sheets
once her young paramour departed.

Then Rose found herself making the climb up to the pinnacle once again. It was a giddy feeling to find herself rushing toward another climax in such a
short time.

"Yes, my Sweet Harry..." she giggled out, ecstatic that the orgasm down inside her womb was building with such speed and intensity.

"Mmmmmmmm... " Harry panted as he continued to pound away at her juicy, wet hole.

Suddenly, all her muscles locked down as a torrent of pleasure spasmed through her body.

"HARRIIIIIIIiiiiiiii... " Rose screamed as her body stiffened and strained up against Harry's bounding groin taking him up to the hilt on every hammering
thrust.

Falling deeper and deeper into the abyss, Rose floundered in the rushes of pleasure welling up from her womb. Fighting to hold on to consciousness, she
wanted to savor it and remember every delicious moment of their first adulterous communion...

As Rose groggily regained control of her body, the boy continued to huff and puff while he pummeled her pussy with his cock. But even before the last tickles
of pleasure tiptoed through her reeling brain, she felt another orgasm take seed and begin to grow down inside her womb.

But as the bubble of heat down inside her pussy grew, she could feel Harry's muscles tightening, straining as he pumped into her.

"Yes... my Harry... yes... come... come... My Sweet... " Rose whispered into his ear as she probed it with the tip of her tongue. "Come, My Sweet, come
with me..."

Like coiled springs, the muscles in Harry's ass sprang forward sending his peter ripping down inside the tight clutch of her vagina at the precise moment
a second fireball of pleasure burst forth from her loins. As her pussy spasmed and squeezed down around him, Rose felt his cock lurch and spew out a giant
gush of warm, thick cum.

She could feel his warmth spreading out inside her, filling her with its clinging heat and overflowing the channel of her vagina.

As Harry continued to strain and thrust into her, Rose felt a stream of his warm goo trickle down into the crack and flow across her puckered asshole on
its way down to the bed.

"Magnifique...," Rose whispered into Harry's ear when, at last, his cock stopped firing off down inside her cum-drenched pussy.

Keeping his softening penis down inside her soppy cunt, Harry pushed up and locked his elbows. Rose could see his sweat running down his chest, dripping
off his tiny nipples and dropping down on her big tits.

Finally with a silly grin on his sweaty face, Harry eased his hips back and slowly withdrew his limp peter out of Rose's cum-filled pussy.

Rolling over, Harry flopped down onto his back beside her.

"So, my sweet, was your first time what you thought it would be?" Rose asked him, grinning as she reached over and lifted his limp penis with her finger.

"No! No, Mrs Ayola, it wasn't," Harry told her, smiling from ear to ear. "It was a hundred times better than I thought it would be..."

"So," Rose said, pausing to give his cock a little squeeze, "I can expect some of this every day then..."

"Yes, every day..." Harry grinned, leaning over and giving her a soft kiss on the lips...

 

Mrs. Ruth Tylor was known as the local Gossip Queen. She still hadn't found out who had said that, but she would. Busybodies and gossipers needed to be
brought to the neighborhood's attention, after all.

So, per her usual, she was peeking-Ahem, investigating from her bedroom window at Number Ten on Privet Drive, scanning with binoculars for anything particularly
juicy.

The Potter boy going into Mrs. Ayola's home was cause for interest. Mrs Ayola greeting the boy dressed like that was the cause for a very wide grin on
the blonde gossipmonger's face.

The Potter boy losing his pants ellicited a gasp from the woman's lips.

"No wonder he's always wearing those baggy jeans," she murmured. She checked herself in her closet's full length mirror. Hmm... Her workouts had kept her
in very nice shape, she had to say. And while she wasn't as stacked as Mrs. Ayola, she was quite sure her bum was in fine form.

She looked back at the window, and her black eyebrows shot up nearly to her roots.

"Bloody hell...!" Mrs. Tylor's lips felt so very, very dry. She licked them, the hand not holding up her binoculars tugging at her collar.

She had heard the boy knew how to take care of plumbing at the Dursley house, perhaps she should see if he... Measured up.