Harry exited Number Eight, feeling truly relaxed for the first time in a very, very long time. All the tension seemed to have evaporated from his muscles,
Mrs. Ayola had let him go with a kiss to his cheek and an invitation to visit whenever he wanted... Provided her husband was away.

Oh. There was a bit of a snag. Adultery. Hmm... Well, he had saved the Wizarding World and his friends' lives several times. Maybe it gave him a bit of
leeway in regards to that kind of thing? Surely he was entitled to one sin... Unless you counted each, er, act as a sin in itself...

"Oh Harry?"

Harry turned his head. Mrs... Tylor, he thought, was leaning across the fence. His eyes drifted to her low-cut halter top, and blushed a bit at the sight.

"Mmm, uh, Mrs. Tylor?" he grunted, his eyes dropping down to her big tits that jutted out against the thin material of her halter top.

"Hi, Harry," she said, smiling as she watched his eyes feast on her unrestrained breasts. "I was just wondering if you would like to earn a quick ten quids?"

"Uh, uh, sure, I guess," he stammered, finally able to lift his eyes back up to her face. "Doing what?"

"Washing my car," she said, a knowing smile playing over her lips as she moved just enough to make her big tits wriggle and bobble under her top.

As she did, his eyes dropped back down to her tits.

"Yeah-yeah, I can do that," he muttered, looking back up at her face.

"Thanks," she laughed, tossing him the keys. "It's in the garage..."

"Okay," he said with a shrug, lunging at the keys, trying to catch them in the air before they fell on the ground. Why not? Kept him away from the Dursleys,
and hey, it certainly had a better view...

Grabbing them out of the air, he watched on in stunned silence as she spun and started back down the sidewalk. Like tracking radar, his eyes locked on
her beautiful butt concealed under the pair of tight, red short-shorts as it enticingly twitched from side to side.

This is too fucking amazing, he thought to himself. Was she flirting with him? He had always thought she was the hottest fucking fox in the whole neighborhood.
Maybe she was just a big prick tease after all...and this is how she got her jollies...teasing, young, helpless teenagers! Teasing him, taunting him to
show off her agonizing control over him? Whatever, he giddily thought, finally lurching into gear and bumbling along behind her as she led the way back
to her house.

Then, as she strutted by the garage, she pointed to one of the double doors.

"In there," she laughed, the swing of her hips becoming even more pronounced as she continued up the sidewalk to the front door of her house.

When she finally disappeared into the house, Harry stepped over and shoved the garage door up. Flipping open the door, Harry crawled in and backed the
car out onto the driveway. Turning it off, he crawled out and found the hose. Just then, as he rinsed the car off, Ruth came strolling out of the house
in a bikini that could have easily been stuffed into a thimble with plenty of room to spare. Harry's eyes popped out as he ogled her with open-mouthed
adoration.

Stepping toward him, swinging a bucket in her hand, she was a spectacular display of beauty in motion. Her big tits were openly displayed with only the
big, darkened tips covered by the tiny cups of her bikini. And the material was so thin, Harry could easily make out the jutting knobs of her big nipples
thrusting out against it. The top offered no support whatsoever to her mountainous tits as they frolicked and bobbled about freely, threatening to escape
from the tiny cups at any moment. Running his eyes downward, he saw that the bottom of her bikini barely even covered the tiny swath of blonde curls that
he knew was hidden beneath it along with her cunt. The top of the V couldn't be more that two inches across and the bottom of the V bulged out on each
side with a distinct vaginal crease running down its center. And below that, the V narrowed even more, down to nothing more than a lace of red disappearing
between her long, luscious legs before it curved up between the cheeks of her delightful ass. The only thing that held it secured around her waist were
the two tiny little bows that rested on each hip. And speaking of legs, he giddily thought. She was fucking wearing heels! Fucking stiletto heels! A frigging
bikini and heels! His mind was in a frenzy trying to take in the bounty of curves the heels arched her beautiful legs into.

"Care if I help," she smiled, dropping the bucket down in front of him.

"No! Hell, no!" he muttered, trying to regain some of his composure and stop gawking at her like some ten-year old buffoon.

Leaning down, she picked up the hose that had fallen from his numb fingers and aimed it at the bucket. As she bent over, her big tits dangled down below
her while she quickly filled the bucket with water. Must have been soap in the bucket, he dizzily thought as a frothy, white foam started pouring over
the top edge of the bucket.

"Here, you can have your hose back," she giggled, standing and suggestively running her hand up and down it a couple of times as she handed it to him.
"I'm through with it...for now."

Staring at her in a befuddled daze, he watched her lean down again and pull out a bubble-covered sponge. Her beautiful tits jiggled and bobbled as she
leaned down over the hood of her car and began to run the sponge over it in long, slow circles. Within moments, she had the hood covered in a lather of
white bubbles. Then, with a wicked, little smile, she leaned down lower, pretending to reach out farther and drug her big, heavy tits through the foam.

"Oh damn..." she fussed, standing and looking down at her bubble-covered breasts. "They're so big, they're always getting in the way. And now look, I've
gotten them all wet..."

"They're gorgeous," Harry choked out, not even realizing what he had said until it spilled out over his lips.

"Why, thank you!" she giggled girlishly, running her hand up to one of the dangling treasures and brushing a finger across the jutting bud of her nipple.
"You don't think they're too saggy?"

"NO!" he groaned out. "They're perfect..."

"That's nice of you to say," she said, retrieving her sponge and stepping down to the rear of the car.

As she did, Harry could see that the flawless cheeks of her delectable ass were bare. The strap of her bikini bottom was hidden down in the deep cleavage
of her exquisite ass before it crept up out of the top of the crack to join the red ribbon of material wrapped around her tiny waist. Then, Harry thought
he was going to have a heart attack as she bent at the waist, leaning down to run the sponge over the chrome bumper. Her long, curvaceous legs were now
stretched tightly into a dizzying display of curves and swoops.

By now, Harry was almost afraid to move. Afraid that he would set off the time bomb ticking down inside his rock-hard cock.

As he stood transfixed in a testosterone-provoked trance, he could hear the water splashing on the concrete, but he was powerless to do anything about
it.

Finally, he saw her stand back up and slowly turn to face him.

"Well, aren't you going to help at all?" she asked him, a knowing smile playing across her sensuous lips as she stood looking at him with her hands on
her hips.

"Huh? What? Oh...oh, yeah," he muttered, wishing there was a hole he could crawl into... but only if she came along, too, he told himself!

Pointing the hose at the car, he rinsed off all the bubbles that she had been putting on it. Then he grabbed another sponge out of the bucket and began
to follow her example. Running the sponge over the car, he couldn't help but keep sneaking peeks at her as she helped him wash her car. The enticing jiggle
of her breasts was captivating. Almost as fascinating as the tight twitch of her ass when she stretched out to reach across the car. But finally they were
through and stood looking down at her sparkling car.

"Well, guess that does it," she laughed, dropping her sponge back into the bucket.

"Fraid so," he muttered, wishing it had lasted longer.

"You know," she said, smiling, her icy, blue eyes sparkling in the bright sunlight. "I'm thirsty! Want to come in and have a glass of lemonade with me?"

"What? Yeah! Yeah, sure!" he grinned as a spasm of excitement jolted through his cock. This day seemed to get better and better... if what he did with
Mrs Ayola was repeating with Mrs Tylor.

So it wasn't over yet, he giddily thought. Stepping over to the faucet, he reached down and turned the water off. Pitching his sponge into the bucket,
he followed her up the sidewalk toward the front of her house. He couldn't take his eyes off the seductive swish of her gorgeous ass. With the cheeks of
her ass totally exposed, it was almost as if she were naked except for the three, tiny ribbons of red snaking around her neck, back and waist.

Pushing the door open, she stepped inside. The cool of the air-conditioned air brushed across his sweaty brow, cooling it as he followed her inside. Once
he was inside, she turned and pushed the door closed. At the same time she did, she spun the lock closed, too.

"Wouldn't want some thief sneaking in and taking what wasn't rightfully his, would we," she said, smiling as she brushed by him.

"No, uh, no... we wouldn't want that to happen," he mumbled, sensing that there might be some hidden innuendo in the phrase.

Harry watched her as she stepped over to the thermostat and flicked off the air conditioner.

"It's cold in here," she said, wrapping her arms around herself and hugging herself as she pretended to shiver.

"Well, you don't have an awful lot on," he said, longingly running his eyes up and down her body.

"Yeah," she said, shivering again, "and my top is wet! It just makes me that much colder... maybe I should put on some more clothes..."

What was she getting at, he giddily wondered? Was she hinting that maybe she ought to take her top off... or put on more? Should he? Should he take that
next step to an already explosive situation? What the hell! He could always say he was just joking...

"You, you could take off your top... you know, if it would make you warmer," he was finally able to choke out.

She had started toward the kitchen, but stopped dead in her tracks and slowly turned around to face him.

Oops, he told himself! He had just stepped over the line and now he was going to catch it!

"Oh! Really," she said, a sensual smile forming on her lips. "I can... can I?"

"Uh, it, it was just a suggestion," he muttered. "I didn't mean anything by it..."

"You wouldn't mind?" she said with a mischievous smile on her lips, lifting her arms and slowly reaching back behind her neck. "Are you sure you wouldn't
mind... mind if I took my cold, wet top off?"

"Uh, uh, no, no, I, I wouldn't mind... I wouldn't mind at all," he stammered, not believing that she would actually do it.

"Why not," she said, laughing softly. "Since you already know what they look like..."

"What? What do you mean?" he grumbled, knowing that she was about to disclose a little night time game he like to do with some omnioculars and her bedroom
window since last summer that he spent at the Dursleys.

"Oh, don't act coy with me," she said as the straps of her bikini top came unlooping from around her neck. "We both know that you've been watching me undress
every night since you came back."

Harry didn't know what to say or do as he looked down at her breasts. The straps of her bikini now hung down over her big tits, dangling down over her
belly, but the cups wetly clung to her big tits, still hiding them from his leering gawk. Then, she pinched the straps between her fingers and thumbs and
slowly peeled them down off her gorgeous, jutting tits. Another jolt of electricity fired off down in his cock as he leered down at the jiggling treasures.

"So damned pretty," he muttered, watching her reach around behind her back to untie the other strap.

"You really like them?" she asked, smiling and tossing her bikini top on the couch. "They're not too droopy?"

"Oh, God, no!" he groaned.

"Are they prettier than your girlfriend's?" Ruth asked, arching her back and thrusting her big, bobbling breasts out at him.

"Well... I don't have one... but yours are very pretty and big!" he choked out.

"To bad, but if you had, I bet she would let you play with them..." Ruth said, slowly stepping toward him, rolling her hips like a streetwalker.

"Yeah-yeah-maybe," he mumbled, watching her big tits heavily cavort as she stepped closer.

"Want to play with mine?" she asked, stopping directly in front of him.

"Yes!" he emphatically hissed, starting to reach for them.

"Maybe later," she laughed, spinning on one of her stiletto heels and strutting back across the room toward the kitchen.

Bloody hell, he muttered to himself. He'd been so close to wrapping his hands around her gorgeous tits. Maybe she wasn't like Mrs Ayola, only just a tease,
he told himself as he watched her tight, little ass twitch and jiggle its way into the kitchen. Then when she disappeared into the kitchen, not knowing
what else to do, he plodded over to the couch and sat down. Looking down at her discarded bikini top, he reached down and picked it up. Lifting it to his
nose, he took a sniff of it. It smelled of perfume. Flowers and something else that he couldn't put his finger, or nose on. "So what do I smell like?"
he heard her laugh as she came strolling back into the room with a big, frosty glass in each hand.

"Uh, flowers," he said, his eyes immediately dropping to her frolicking breasts. "Smells good..."

Wonder what the other half of her bikini would smell like, he giddily wondered as she handed him his glass of lemonade. Pussy! Hot, sweaty pussy, he told
himself taking the glass from her.

"I added a little spice to the lemonade," she grinned, sitting down beside him and crossing her long, shapely legs. "I hope you don't mind..."

"No, no, I don't mind," he told her, his eyes drifting down from her dangling breasts to the V of red material that covered her pussy.

Seeing him look down, she slowly ran her hand down over the taut flatness of her belly to the tiny swatch of red material that covered her secret place.
Grinning, she sensually drug her finger up the vaginal crease in the bottom of her bikini.

"Would you like to take a whiff of this one, too?" she asked him, smiling seductively as she took a sip of her spiked lemonade.

Would I? I'd give my right nut, he feverishly thought to himself. To do that, she would either have to take it off or let him stick his nose down in her
crotch.

"Yeah! Yeah, I would," he blathered, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning!

"Well, I guess... if you insist," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Then he watched her lean forward and set her glass on the coffee table. Unflinchingly staring into his eyes, she teasingly reached down to the two little
bows on her hips as he took a quick gulp of his drink.

"Damn, that's strong!" he choked out, trying not to splatter her with lemonade and trying to take in a breath to cool the flames searing his throat.

"That's the way I like it," she giggled, plucking at her bikini and untying it. "That's the way I like everything... hard... hard and strong!"

Harry felt the warm glow of the alcohol fan out from his belly as he stared down at her crotch. The little V of cloth stubbornly clung to her wet pussy,
hiding it from view as he watched on with impatient expectation. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to him, she reached down and teased the little
wisp of cloth down off her almost hairless pussy. Another jolt of electricity fired through his cock as he gawked down at the meaty gash while she lifted
her butt and pulled the long, red lace of material out of the crack of her beautiful ass.

Then, with a coy smile on her lips, she lifted the little red triangle of cloth up to her nose and took a tiny sniff. Their eyes locked for a moment, and
then she slowly reached out, handing him the bikini bottom.

He immediately lifted it to his nose and took in a deep whiff. Pussy! Hot, ripe pussy, his fevered brain screamed at him. He had been right! It smelled
like her beautiful, juicy cunt.

"So," she said, lifting her glass to her full, red lips and taking another sip on her drink. "What does it smell like?"

"You...you and your gorgeous, hot pussy...it smells like a wonderful, ripe pussy..." he groaned, growing more confident and brave with each passing moment.

"I thought it might," she laughed, slowly spreading her legs as she casually fingered her pussy. "Just thinking about this has made my poor little pussy
leak all day long!"

Oh, Merlin, I'm going to come right in my pants if this goes on much longer, he told himself.

"See?" she grinned, spreading her long, shapely legs wider and running her finger down the fleshy rift between them.

"Damn," he cursed, staring down at her pussy as she delicately fingered it open to reveal the oozing hole that lay between the big, meaty pussy lips.

Then she slowly dipped the tip of a long finger down into the seeping hole and teasingly lifted it up to her mouth. Pursing her lips around it, she sucked
it clean.

"Want to taste it?" she asked him, a naughty smile playing across her lips.

Setting his glass on the coffee table, he immediately pushed up off the couch. Scrambling around in front of her, he dropped to his knees and crawled up
between her splayed legs. Wrapping his arms around her smooth, firm thighs, he dove down between them to the feast that lay awaiting him there.

"You can take your time, honey," she laughed softly, reaching down and running her fingers through his hair. "We've got all afternoon. My husband's gone
at work all day and he won't be back until tonight..."

"Umpffff," he grunted out, locking his lips around the jutting nub of her clit.

It's only three o'clock, he giddily thought. And the way she was talking, they were going to spend the rest of the day in bed. In bed, fucking the afternoon
away! What a way to spend the day with his other beautiful, sexy neighbor...

"Yeah, Baby... Ruth likes that," she murmured, thrusting herself up against his mouth.

The dizzying aroma of her fermenting juices welled up into his nostrils as he licked and lapped at her jutting clit. She was so freaking hot, he feverishly
told himself. Hot and ready! Ready to be fucked! By him! He couldn't wait...

Slashing his tongue back and forth across the little nub of nerves, he could feel her excitement pouring out of her, coating his chin with its sticky heat.
Then as he busily attacked her with his tongue, he saw her raise her hands up to her heaving breasts.

Wrapping her hands around the jiggling giants, she began to squeeze and fondle them. Her eyes were clenched shut, her head resting on the back of the couch
as she gently humped herself up against his hungry mouth.

The little furry strip of hairs tickled his nose as he frantically licked and lapped away at her clit.

It wasn't long before he felt the muscles in her thighs tightening, straining against his hands. The stream of goo seeping out of her cunt was growing
more profuse as she ground it against his juice-smeared chin. She was almost there. He could sense it.

Working faster, he urged her on. His tongue was flicking back and forth across the squiggly little knob harder and harder. Then, he felt her hands on his
head. He could feel her long, sharp fingernails digging down into his scalp as the muscles in her thighs grew tighter and tighter.

At last, he felt it. Her body suddenly shuddered and went stiff. Loud, grunting groans spewed from her mouth as she ground herself up against his mouth.
Her fingernails dug in deeper, forcing his face down into her clenched crotch as she agonized through her orgasm.

Damn, he giddily thought to himself, when she comes, she really comes. The stream of juice flowing out of her hot cunt suddenly became a river as it poured
out onto his chin, ran down it and dripped down onto his tee shirt. She came and came and came as Harry kept his lips locked down around her jutting clit.

At last, Harry felt the muscles in her thighs begin to go slack.

"Damn..." she finally muttered as her body melted back against the couch. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

"I don't know, guess it just comes naturally..." he grinned, lifting his head up out of her crotch and running his tongue around his juice-stained lips.
That must be it. After Mrs Ayola earlier, he didn't have other explanation to what he was doing with this ladies.

"I don't know about that," she laughed softly, wiping the back of her fingers across his chin. "My husband doesn't do it that good..."

Then, she leaned forward and reached down to the hem of his tee shirt.

"Let's get this dirty thing off," she said, pulling it up and over his head. "It's got gooey pussy-juice all over it!"

Wadding it into a ball, she wiped in across his chin, wiping away the evidence of her orgasm.

"There, all better," she giggled, tossing it down onto the couch beside her bikini.

"Thanks," he snickered, dropping his eyes to her beautiful breasts.

"Now, let's see what you have..." she cooed, clutching at the big bulge sticking out against the front of his trunks, "down here!"

Pushing up to his feet, he thrust his thumbs down under the elastic waistband of his trunks and slowly pushed them down over his hips. Pushing them lower
and lower, he saw that she was watching on expectantly. Then all at once, his big, erect penis sprang out into the open, pointing straight at her pretty,
pixyish face.

"Goodness..." she exclaimed. "Impressive..."

"Haven't had any complaints yet," he grinned, reaching down and wrapping his hand around the jutting slab of meat.

"I bet you haven't..." she murmured, leaning forward and giving the bloated head of his dick a long, lingering kiss. "I bet you haven't..."

Then, she lifted her hand up to his and pulled herself up onto her stiletto heels.

"Why don't we go upstairs... I have a bed up there that is much more comfortable than this old couch..." she purred.

"Lead the way, Madam," he said, stepping out of his shorts.

"Why? So you can watch my ass," she laughed softly over her shoulder as she stepped out in front of him.

"Yeah," he snickered, listening to the sexy clop of her high heels on the floor and watching her delectable ass quiver and twitch with each step she took.
"It's a real beauty..."

"Have you done it before?" she asked him, starting up the steps.

"Uh, yeah," he grinned, his eyes still locked on her jiggling ass. "If you mean fucking."

"Yes, Sweetie, I mean fucking!" she laughed, continuing up the stairs shaking her head.

"Yeah, but not enough..." he complained. "Just once..."

"And what would be enough, in your opinion," she asked him as they reached the top of the stairs.

"I don't know! Definitely not just once..." he laughed as she slowed down and reached back for his bobbing prick.

"Really," she smirked. "That often?"

"At least," he said, feeling her fingers curl around his cock as she tugged him along by it.

"Well, you know that my husband is gone a lot of the time during the day..." she purred. "And I hate to spend time alone. So, if you're not getting enough
from who ever you fuck... come on over and visit little Ruth... she'll do what she can to resolve your problem..."

"You mean it?" he asked, not believing his good fortune.

"Why would I say it if I didn't mean it?" she asked, giving his cock a hard squeeze.

"Crap, you'll have me over here all the time," he laughed.

"Strange," she laughed a short, happy laugh. "I like it about as much as you do! But my husband and I only get together a couple of times a week. Maybe
he works to much or I don't know, maybe he's getting a little from his secretary. But I guess that won't matter as much anymore... since now, I've got
my own little on the side, too!"

"But... but, don't you love him?" Harry asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Of course! But what does that have to do with the price of eggs in China?" she smiled, as he sat down beside her and she slowly ran her hand up and down
his jutting maleness.

"But how, how could you... you know, you and I, if you love him?" he asked her, running his arm around her and wrapping his hand around one of the dangling
bounties hanging from her chest.

"What we're doing... it's going to be plain, pure sex, and that's all..." she said. "And if it starts becoming something else, I'm afraid I'll cut it off...
the sex, that is!"

"Thank goodness," Harry snickered, "I wouldn't want you to cut off anything else..."

"Enough talking," she murmured, slowly scooting back on the bed until she was almost perfectly centered on it. "Time to earn your quick ten quids."

"It'll be the easiest ten quids I ever earned," he grinned, watching her ease down onto her back.

"Oh, you think so," she softly laughed, running her hand down to her pussy as she spread her gorgeous legs apart to reveal the wet, pinkness between them.
"Maybe I'll just wear your cute, little ass out."

Harry was in an euphoric daze as he placed his knee up on the bed between her outturned feet. Slowly, deliberately he shuffled up between her legs until
his big, swollen cock was bobbing directly above the delicate pink opening below.

Finally, after all those frustrating nights of peering at her through his omnioculars, beating off while he dreamed about what he would do if the opportunity
ever presented itself. And now he was going to get to feel her hot pussy wrapped around his cock instead of his own hand.

"You know, if I'd known that you had a cock like this," she told him, clutching his throbbing cock in her hot, little hand, "I'd have invited you over
a long time ago."

"I wish you had," he grunted as she tugged his peter down to the waiting pink gash between her legs. "You don't know how many times I've beat off watching
you undress at night!"

"I thought that's what you were doing," she giggled.

Still unable to believe his luck, he stared down at the delicate pink opening. Standing on his hands and knees above her, he felt her curl her hands around
his waist. Then, he felt the sharp tips of her fingernails gently dig into his skin.

Looking back down between them at his jutting, twitching peter, he watched her hands drop down and find his aching penis again. Holding it, one hand wrapped
around its thick shaft, she slowly ran a fingertip around its swollen head, spreading the pre-cum that was seeping out of it all around it. Finally, she
forced his tapered cock-head down between the soft, pink lips surrounding the opening of her womanhood. Seeing that the plum-colored head of his cock was
fitted down between her fleshy pussy-lips, he eased his hips forward pushing the head of his cock down into the juice-slickened opening. Easing his peter
in deeper, he felt its warm moistness clutch at his cock as the swollen head spread open the channel and slid down into the velvet-lined sheath.

"Ruth..." he murmured into her ear as he drove his prick deeper and deeper into the fiery depths of her pussy.

"Yesssss..." she hissed, shoving her high heels down against the mattress and thrusting herself up at him.

Then, he felt her hands on his ass, fingernails digging down into the clenched muscles, pushing him down inside her as the clinging flesh of her cunt wrapped
itself around his plunging invader. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he bottomed out in the fiery chasm as he felt her tight, hot pussy grasp at
his cock. At last, he dizzily thought.

"Feels so good..." she groaned out, straining up against him, digging her sharp nails into his butt as she ground her almost hairless groin against him.

As he stared down at her big, blue eyes, he watched her raise her pouty lips to his lips. Covering his mouth with hers, she gave him a long, open-mouthed
kiss. Her hot, little tongue darted into his mouth and twisted around his tongue. Then as they clung together kissing, she began to clutch at his ass,
softly pushing and pulling on him with her hands as she urged him to fuck her.

"Fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock," she muttered as their lips broke.

Easing his throbbing peter back down the juice-filled channel of her cunt, he slowly began to work it in and out of the sopping slit.

Then she pulled his mouth down to hers again.

Frantically kissing as they fucked, their tongues twisted and writhed, touching, teasing, tasting the other as their bodies meshed together and became
one. Harry could feel her velvet-soft thighs rubbing against his hips as he worked them back and forth between her long legs.

Within moments, Harry began to sweat as their sweat-slickened bellies rasped against each other while they slowly fucked.

Harry could feel her big, soft breasts undulating under him, sloshing up and down making her big puffy nipples rake up and down on his chest. Sliding his
hands up under her, he curled them around her shoulders and jerked her back down onto his thrusting cock every time he plunged it down into her hot, hungry
cunt.

As his ass jerked back and forth between her long legs, her hands lifted off his ass and wrapped themselves around his waist. Her legs were bent at the
knees forming a big letter M as she dug the heels of her stilettos into the mattress and thrust herself up at him on every down stroke. She was taking
his big cock down into her clinging womanhood all the way to the hilt on every lunging stroke.

Soft, moaning "unhs" gurgled into his mouth as she panted and grunted. Harry could feel her whole body tensing, gathering itself for another mad dash to
the finish. At last, their lips broke as she gasped for breath. Their sweaty bodies were lewdly slapping together, sliding against one another as his cock
wetly slurped in and out her hot, juicy pussy. Sensing the closeness of her finish, Harry began to drive his cock in and out of her pussy harder and faster.
As he did, the coarse noises of their fucking grew louder, filling the room with the vulgar sounds of fucking.

She responded to his surge by meeting him with a fevered retaliation of her own. Her hands were all over him, clutching at him, coaxing, urging, spurring
him on as the muscles in her body slowly tightened into bowstrings. He could feel her sweaty thighs squeezing against his slippery hips as he pounded his
cock in and out of the tight, clutching hole between her splayed legs.

Suddenly, her back arched and she let out a loud, gasping groan as she thrust herself up at him as hard as she could.

"Fucckkkkkkkk..." she gasped out, kicking her long legs up into the air and driving the sharp heels of her shoes down onto his ass as her arms flew out,
her hands clutching at the bed sheets.

Groaning, she strained up against him, pushing him down, forcing his hard, throbbing cock down into her spasming cunt as deep as it would go. Eyes clenched
shut, head thrown back, she shook her head from side to side, flinging her sweat-drenched hair every which way. With her back arched like a bow, she thrust
her big tits into his chest, crushing them against him. Harry could even feel the hard knots of her swollen nipples digging into his chest as she held
him shoved down against her quivering, stiffened body while she groaned out her gratification.

Fighting to hold back the tidal wave of boiling semen inside his balls, Harry stared down into her twisted face. Her beautiful, red lips were open, letting
the soft groans escape out between them. As she did, her face was grimaced into an unrecognizable mask of agony and ecstasy while the throes of her orgasm
washed over her.

She was drowning in the waves of incandescent pleasure washing over her, their clutching undertow pulling her down under them. Shaking and straining up
against him, she dropped her heels back down onto the bed and thrust herself up at him even harder, forcing him deeper and deeper into the mire of her
imploding cunt.

Finally, it was too much for Harry as her cunt clutched and pulled at his embedded cock. He felt his throbbing cock kick as an electrifying spasm of pleasure
tore through it. As it did, the giant spurted out a gigantic gush of hot, creamy cum into the clutching depths of her cunt.

Biting his lip to keep from screaming out his triumph, he heard her whimper. It felt like flames were spewing out from the tortured head of his cock as
it poured out the molten lava of his manhood into her. This was what life was all about, he giddily told himself. Fucking! Nothing else really mattered,
because in the end, it all boiled down to one thing. Fucking!

Harry was enveloped in a cloud of euphoric pleasure as he emptied his cock down into the hot, sucking hole between his beautiful neighbor's legs.

Clutching and sucking on his spewing peter, she milked it, coercing out more and more of the creamy treasure that was welling up from his dangling balls...

But, too soon, there was none left to bring up.

Harry knew that her pussy had sucked him dry, leaving his big balls achingly empty. And now, he could feel his peter slowly softening down inside the tight
clutches of her cum-drenched pussy. She was still murmuring softly as her body began to relax and slowly sink back down onto the bed. Leaning down, Harry
brushed his lips over hers, then ran the tip of his tongue over their soft fullness. Then, he began to ease back away from her, pulling his prick back
down the slippery channel...

"No," she whimpered. "Leave it in...it feels good..."

"But..." Harry started to complain, but was stopped by her soft, red lips before he could say more.

Slowly, she rolled him over onto his side, her hot cunt still wetly clinging to his cock and keeping it imbedded down inside her.

Lying on their sides, facing each other, they kissed for the longest time before Mother Nature won out and Harry felt his shriveled, withered cock slurp
out of her pussy.

Whimpering into his mouth, she quickly ran her hand down between them to his shrunken penis. Tickling her fingernails over its goo-covered shaft, she began
to impatiently clutch and pull at it, trying to coax it back to life. Suddenly, her mouth lifted off his and she struggled up to her hands and knees. Spinning
around, she quickly dropped back down to the bed beside him and Harry found himself staring directly into the rose-petaled lips of her beautiful pussy.
Then he felt Ruth's lips find his sleeping giant.

Her hot lips slowly enveloped the head of his cock as she sucked it into her mouth. Then, she began to impatiently pull and pluck at it with her insistent
lips. Harry could feel her big, soft tits pressing against his belly, the big nipples digging down into his skin as he leaned against her and lifted his
mouth up to her pussy. As he ran his tongue over the cum-coated folds of flesh, he felt her slide her velvety smooth thigh under his head giving him a
place to rest his head as he tickled and teased her clit with his tongue. Then he watched her other long leg lift into the air, bend at the knee and drop
down until her foot rested on the bed just behind his head. His tongue quickly found the jut of her clit at the same instant he felt the back of her ankle
touch the back of his head. Then gently, but firmly, she began to push his mouth up against her pussy with her ankle.

Harry could feel the energy flowing back into his big peter as it slowly swelled back to hardness. He could hear her loudly slurping on his cock as her
lips worked up and down its expanding shaft. God, what head, he giddily thought as he felt her sharp fingernails dig down into his big, dangling balls.
Then, as her hungry mouth frantically worked up and down on his peter, she roughly plucked and pulled on his balls

Flicking his tongue back and forth across the wriggling little nub of her clit, he could feel life pouring back down in his cock as Ruth impatiently sucked
on it. Her hot, little tongue was swirling around it, her sharp teeth nipping at it all the while she was roughly sucking and slurping on it. As his cock
stiffened and grew, he could feel its big, swollen head nudging up against the back of her mouth every time she hungrily sucked it back into her mouth.

As it did, Harry could feel her little clit swelling and hardening under his tongue. Growing, it began to protrude farther and farther out of its fleshy
sheath, seemingly begging for his attention.

Her ankle was shoved up against the back of his head, pressing harder and harder as her cute ass began to jiggle and jerk. Thrusting his mouth down around
her pussy and clit while rubbed her clit against his mouth and tongue, he feasted on the delicacy between her legs. Little whimpers were escaping from
her mouth as Harry felt her hot breath tickle out around his almost fully erect penis.

Then he heard a soft, little gulping gurgle escape out around his cock as his cock head nudged up against the back of her mouth. But this time, she didn't
stop! He felt the head of his dick slowly slide down into the tight confines of her throat as her hot lips worked their way down the shaft of his throbbing
peter. They continued on down until they were wrapped around its hairy base.

"Sweet, fucking Merlin!" he gasped, jerking his mouth away from her clit and gawking down at her.

She was deep throating him, for Merlin's sake. First time any woman had ever done it to him, he dizzily thought. She was really doing it, he told himself
as he felt the muscles of her throat constrict down around his cock. Staring down at her in fevered excitement, he saw that her lower lip was nestled up
against his hairy groin while her upper lip was brushing up against his dangling balls.

Then he heard another little gurgle escape out around his cock as she slowly backed her mouth and lips off his jutting prick.

Running her little tongue around over her full lips, she looked down at him and grinned.

"Did you like that?" she asked him, thrusting her pussy against his head.

"God, yes!" he gasped, breathing heavily. "No woman has ever done that to me..."

"Maybe next time I'll let you come in my throat," she murmured, "but right now, I need your big, fucking cock in my pussy..."

Now with his cock fully recharged, he watched as Ruth backed away from him and shoved him over onto his back. The next thing he knew, she was on top of
him, straddling him with her pussy above his jutting cock. Watching her big tits dance and jiggle as they hung down from her chest, he saw her reach around
behind her and snare his prick. Roughly jerking it vertical, she began to lower her pussy down at it. Then he saw the fat, dangling lips of her pussy encircle
the plum-colored head of his cock. The soft pink of her pussy contrasted sharply with the angry purple of his cock-head as he felt it begin to penetrate
her moist warmth. Giddily he watched more and more of the big, vein-shrouded shaft of his cock slide up into the wet, oozing gash between her legs.

Standing on her knees, her legs straddling him with her shins resting on the bed, she pointed the heels of her stiletto heels down at his feet as she dropped
lower and lower on the towering monolith sticking up out of his groin. Finally she let out a happy little sigh as her cleanly-shaven pubis settled down
against his hairy groin.

Now he was once again thrust up to the hilt inside the clutching tightness of her hungry cunt.

"Do you have any of that sweet cream of yours left?" she asked him, grinding herself down around his cock.

"For you... anything... " he grunted, thrusting himself up against her and forcing his big peter even deeper into the hot clutch of her pussy.

Leaning down over him, she began to lurch back and forth, fucking his big, stiff peter with short, jerky strokes. Staring up at her, he watched her big,
beautiful tits slash back and forth under her in rhythmic harmony with the jerky movement of her beautiful ass.

As she worked her hips back and forth, she looked down at him. Her long blonde hair was hanging down beside her beautiful face tickling against his cheeks
as she tirelessly humped away at his big, jutting prick.

Harry reached up and locked his hands around the twin treasures dangling down from her chest. Plucking and pulling, he quickly teased the jutting nipples
to hardness. As she fucked him, he could feel her warm juices leaking out around the shaft of his cock and running down to coat his belly and balls with
their sticky heat.

Five minutes quickly passed as she furiously fucked his cock with her hot cunt. Another coating of sweat had formed on her, glistening and highlighting
every delightful curve of her beautiful body. But at last, her fevered attack ground to a halt.

"You! You fuck me," she panted, tiredly lifting her leg and crawling off him.

As she did, his big, hard, juice-slathered cock slurped out of her pussy and wetly slapped down on his belly sending drops of her juice flying everywhere.

"Yeah... yeah," he grunted, struggling up to his hands and knees.

But she made no move to roll over onto her back. She just stood on her hands and knees smiling expectantly.

"Doggie..." she murmured, wriggling her hot, little ass around in circles.

"Arf-arf," he barked softly, clumsily crawling over behind her and up between her calves.

Staring down at the round perfection of her beautiful ass, he curled his hands around the swell of her hips and slowly lifted her butt higher into the
air. As he did, she spread her legs and scooted back until her calves were brushing against his. Wrapping one hand around her tiny waist, he grabbed hold
of his cock and led it up to the oozing gash of her womanhood. Quickly fitting the purple head of his cock between her fat, gorged pussy lips, he let go
of it and lunged upward, driving his entire cock up into the warm moistness of her cunt in one fell swoop.

"Yeah... like that... hard and deep," she groaned, thrusting her soft, round ass back against him.

"Like this..." he grunted, jerking back and ramming his cock into her at the same time he jerked her back against him, forcing his peter even deeper into
the hot clutch of her cunt.

"Yeah, like that...hard and fast..." she murmured.

Harry immediately began to pound his prick in and out of the frothy hole between her legs. Grunting and panting, he hammered his cock in and out of the
slippery, goo-filled channel of her cunt. He could feel her pussy clutching at him every time he pulled back as he roughly fucked her. Juice was pouring
out of her and running down her inner thighs coating them with its glistening wetness. Her big, dangling tits sloshed back and forth under her in rhythm
with the jarring slap of his belly against her upturned ass. Murmuring softly, she worked with him, thrusting herself back against him every time he drove
his cock into her pussy. Another Five minutes passed as Harry tirelessly pounded away at her. Finally, she reached back and pushed him away as she leaned
forward dragging his dripping, wet cock out of her hot box.

"What?" he asked, afraid that he'd done something wrong.

"Nothing," she said, dropping down on the bed and rolling over onto her back.

Lying on her back, she pulled her long legs up against her big, gravity-flattened tits. As she did, her pussy tilted up, still oozing out its readiness.

"Now!" she grinned up at him, her knees brushing against her chin.

Dropping down over her, he slipped his arms under the crook of her knee and forced her legs down against her tits. Then, he dipped his hips and easily
found the opening of her juice-slickened cunt with his big, stiff cock. Working his cock in and out of the drooling hole, he began to fuck her harder and
harder. Panting with effort, he mercilessly sawed his cock in and out of her. On every stroke, he jerked his hips back, pulling his cock back as far as
he could without pulling it out before he hammered it back into her.

The backs of her thighs were pressed against his chest and he could feel them tightening, growing more and more tense with each passing second. She had
her eyes tightly clenched from the effort and her pouty lower lip was pulled into her mouth, between her perfect white teeth as she groveled her way toward
another orgasmic eruption.

Harry's ass and hips were a blur as they flashed back and forth. He was at full throttle now! Fucking her with everything he had. He was holding nothing
back! He was fucking her as hard as humanly possible!

At last, he felt it. Her ass began to tremble and shake at first. Then the trembling spread out over her whole body as it began to shake and shiver, too.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God..." she gasped, arching her back and thrusting herself up at his pounding attack.

"Fuccckkkkkkkk!" he gasped as he felt her hot, spasming pussy trigger a massive eruption down in his balls and cock.

Bucking and kicking, his big cock began to spurt out thick, clinging gobs of cum into her clutching cunt. As it did, he felt her fingernails dig down into
his ass, pulling him ever deeper into the clinging quagmire down between her legs.

"Yesssss! Yesssss! Yesssss!" she hissed out, thrusting herself up against him, furiously milking on his spewing, spurting giant as it emptied its creamy
load into her...

On and on it went as they both came and came. But at last, they were both drained.

As they lay gasping for breath, Harry felt the electric jolts of pleasure stopped firing off down inside of his cock.

"That... that was fucking fantastic..." she wheezed, clutching her pussy down around his rapidly softening peter.

"Yeah-yeah-fucking fantastic..." he panted. "Best fuck ever!"

"Yeah, me, too," she tiredly grinned.

"You mean it?' he questioned her, wanting to believe her...

"Yeah... why would I lie?" she asked him.

"To make me feel good, I guess," he grinned.

"Well, I ain't lying," she laughed, squeezing her cunt down around his cock sending it slithering out of her cum-filled cunt.

"Well, you were right about one thing..." he mumbled, rolling over onto his back beside her.

"What's that?" she asked, a playful smile on her lips.

"About the ten quids..." he grinned, wiping his hand across his sweat-covered forehead. "That was about the hardest ten quids I've ever earned... but it
was also the most fun ten quids I've ever earned..."

 

"Mmm... Come back any time, Harry..." cooed Mrs. Tylor, treating him to one last kiss at the door. Harry nodded, a goofy smile seemingly stuck to his face.
He walked out the door, limping very, very slightly. Mrs. Tylor watched him go, leaning against the doorframe. Ooh, she was going to need a cushion...

"Great enthusiasm... Poor aim," she muttered, though she did not seem the least bit sorry about it.

Harry walked down to the sidewalk... And was very nearly run over by a woman Mrs. Tylor instantly identified as Mrs. Calahaan, a new tenant at Number Fourteen
Privet Drive.

"Oof! Oh damn, I'm so sorry! Are you all right?" Harry asked frantically. The dark haired woman groaned, and held her ankle.

"Oww... I think I hurt my ankle... Could you possibly help me home, ah... Harry Potter, right?"

Harry nodded, and helped the beautiful dark haired woman up to her feet. She wrapped both arms around him, and Harry's cheeks turned red as her breast
was pressed into his cheek.

"Ah, thank you Harry," Mrs. Calahaan practically purred. "I just need some help... Getting up to my bedroom..."

Mrs. Tylor blinked. Mrs. Calahaan never went jogging this early...

The look on the woman's face as Harry wrapped an arm around her waist put the pieces together for her, and the gossip shook her head with a wry chuckle.

"I suppose I can only blame myself," she mused, as she shut her door.