Harry's Perfect Summer (Ch. 7 - Anastasia's Proposition) (Patreon)

It was late at night, and Harry was relaxing on the sofa in the living room, his thoughts anywhere but on the book in his hands. No more videos had been uploaded by the girls since the ones they had recorded outside earlier that afternoon, which had ended abruptly with an 'accidental' flashing of his cock.

Harry was slightly disappointed that the girls hadn't come urgently knocking on his door afterwards, begging to record more explicit content with his cock. He had, after all, made a hefty donation under an 'anonymous' account, so they should have been eager to make more videos with him. However, to his disappointment, nothing happened. At least not yet.

He had to remind himself that the events only transpired a couple of hours ago, and that maybe they were still discussing what kind of new video ideas they wanted to film next. In any case, he would just have to wait patiently for them to contact him.

He turned his attention back to the book in his hands, trying to read the words on the page. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't focus. His mind kept wandering back to the events of the day, and especially the sight of his mum and sister in their tiny bikinis. Each time he pictured them dancing before him, he felt his heart rate pick up and his cock twitch in anticipation.

Just as he was about to close the book and give up on reading altogether, he heard someone clear their throat before him. Startled, he looked up and saw Anastasia standing in front of him, a glass of wine in her hand.

"Hey, Harry. Mind if I join you?" she asked, clearly intoxicated and gesturing to the spot beside him.

Harry blinked in surprise, completely taken off guard by her sudden appearance. "Uh, sure, go ahead," he mumbled, quickly making space for her.

Anastasia settled down next to him, her legs crossed elegantly, the skirt of her dress riding up to reveal a tantalising glimpse of her thighs. Harry swallowed hard, trying to keep his eyes from wandering further down her body. However, if there was anyone who could distract him from his current predicament, it was definitely her.

The last time he had seen her this drunk, which had incidentally been just two nights ago, she had dropped down to her knees and given him the most spectacular blowjob under the table by the patio. Even though he knew better than to expect anything like that tonight, he couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at the thought of being alone with her.

Anastasia smiled lazily at him, taking another sip of her wine. Harry could see her cleavage clearly through the sheer fabric of her sundress, her huge breasts resting heavily on her chest. The thought of feeling them beneath his fingertips came unbidden to his mind, and he had to force himself to look away and focus on her face instead.

To his surprise, Anastasia leaned closer to him, moving her body flush against his side. He could feel her soft curves pressing against him, awakening something primal within him. It took all his willpower not to reach out and stroke her smooth skin.

"You seem awfully distracted," she whispered in his ear, her hot breath caressing his neck. "Is there something on your mind?"

Harry gulped, trying to think of a suitable answer. "I... uh... I was just reading," he stammered lamely, holding up the book in his hands as proof.

Anastasia chuckled softly, her lips curling upwards in amusement. Her hand moved slowly towards his crotch, brushing lightly over the bulge forming in his shorts. "Really? And here I thought you might be thinking about other things..."

Harry groaned, feeling his cock twitch to life under her delicate touch. It was getting harder and harder to keep his thoughts pure around her.

Anastasia continued rubbing him through the fabric, teasing him relentlessly. "Why don't you put the book away and let me take care of you?" she suggested, her voice dripping with seduction.

Before Harry could protest or even react, Anastasia had put her glass of wine aside and reached inside his shorts to pull out his erection, exposing it fully to the open air. She wrapped her fingers around its length, giving it several firm strokes while staring deep into his eyes.

"There we go," she purred, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "That's much better, isn't it?"

Harry didn't know what to say. On one hand, he wanted nothing more than to let her continue, to enjoy her touches and to finally reach a satisfying orgasm. On the other hand, they were in the middle of the living room, and he had no idea what would happen if someone else came in.

As if sensing his hesitation, Anastasia leaned in even closer, whispering in his ear. "That's part of the fun, isn't it? The thrill of the possibility of getting caught. The excitement of doing something naughty when your mum and sister could walk in at any moment." Her fingers resumed their movements along his shaft, the sensation unbearably good.

Harry gritted his teeth, trying to keep his moans contained. By now, he could barely think straight anymore; his mind clouded with pleasure. "Don't stop," he managed to croak out, his voice thick with lust.

Anastasia chuckled again, continuing her slow pace. "Oh, I have no intention of stopping anytime soon," she assured him, winking slyly. "But first, I want to ask you something important."

Harry hummed in confusion, unable to focus on anything other than the feeling of her fingers on his cock. "What is it?"

Anastasia hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. "Have you ever considered modelling?" she asked after a short pause, her gaze flicking between his face and his swollen member.

Harry blinked in surprise, unsure where this conversation was going. "Modelling?" he repeated, incredulous. "Like, fashion modelling?"

Anastasia shook her head, her hand still stroking him lazily. "No, not fashion modelling," she replied, a hint of excitement in her voice. She waved his cock dismissively. "Although I'm sure you'd do great in that area too. But I meant something different. Have you ever considered becoming a model for sex toys?"

Harry stared at her, his mouth hanging open. Was she serious? Surely not. "Uh, no, not really," he stuttered, completely thrown off guard by her question.

Anastasia nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. "Well, let me tell you something, Harry. You have an amazing cock. And I mean amazing. It's easily the longest and thickest I've ever seen! I'm sure you've heard that before, but trust me, I'm not exaggerating."

She paused for a moment, letting her words sink in. "Imagine how many women would love to get their hands on such a magnificent piece of manhood. I'm sure you could make millions of Galleons on this piece of meat, Harry," she added with a wink.

Harry swallowed hard, unsure whether to believe her or not. However, the way she talked made him curious enough to listen further. "How exactly would that work?"

Anastasia smiled, clearly pleased with his reaction. "Let me paint you a picture," she began, her voice taking on a hypnotic quality. "Imagine a world where all the women in the country prefer fucking themselves on a replica of your cock. Wouldn't the knowledge of that feel good?"

Harry felt himself growing impossibly harder under her ministrations. He couldn't help but imagine the scenario she painted, knowing that countless women would be riding his replicas every day. His cock jumped in response, eager to fulfil the fantasy.

Anastasia noticed his reaction and grinned. "See? That's exactly what I'm talking about. I just so happen to have a couple of friends on the market for a male sex toy, and I think your cock would be perfect for them. If they like it, we can consider taking it further. What do you say?"

Harry gulped, overwhelmed by everything she told him. A small part of him wondered who her friends were, and whether he knew them personally. The Wizarding World was a small place after all. However, the majority of him was just too distracted by the sensation of her hand on his cock to think straight.

Without waiting for an answer, Anastasia tapped her wand against the tip of his rock-hard cock, making it glow softly for a brief second. When she pulled back her wand, Harry felt the sensation of being moulded, as if wet clay was poured over his manhood, encasing his cock and balls perfectly.

With another wave of her wand, Anastasia conjured up a purple replica of his cock and balls, holding it up against his erection. Harry blinked in surprise, completely taken aback by the sight. There was no denying it, it looked just like his own cock, veins and all. Just purple.

"Before I can hand this over to my friends in good conscience, however, I need to try the real thing first," Anastasia explained, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Without warning, she stood up from the couch and started stripping out of her sundress, revealing more and more skin with each movement.

Harry watched her with rapt attention, unable to look away even if he wanted to. Within moments, she was standing fully naked in front of him, her mature body on full display. Her ass was round and supple, and Harry couldn't wait to knead her cheeks back and forth.

Her breasts were large and heavy, resting on her chest like two ripe melons. They bounced enticingly as she moved closer to him, climbing into his lap without any hesitation.

Harry quickly followed suit, kicking his shorts away and tugging off his t-shirt in one swift motion. Before long, he was equally naked, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

He barely had the time to consider the implications of Anastasia not wearing any underwear beneath her sundress before she was pressing her body up against his, trapping his erection between them. Harry groaned, feeling her wet pussy lips grinding against the underside of his cock. He could already sense how ready she was for him.

He reached out to touch her, cupping her big, heavy breasts in his hands. They were soft and warm, and he couldn't wait to feel them bouncing against his chest as he fucked her.

As if sensing his thoughts, Anastasia leaned down to press her lips against his, moaning softly as their tongues danced together. "I can't believe I waited this long to fuck you," she whispered, breaking apart only to trail kisses down his neck.

Harry grunted in response, too lost in her touch to form coherent sentences. Instead, he focused on feeling her body, savouring every inch of her mature curves.

Anastasia took the lead, lining up his cock with her entrance and sinking down slowly. Harry watched her, mesmerised by the sight of her pussy swallowing his length. He could feel her walls tightening around him, squeezing him in all the right places.

"Fuck, you're big," Anastasia moaned, her voice filled with lust. She started moving her hips, grinding her pussy against his length. "And thick. And oh Morgana, does it hit me in all the right places!"

Harry groaned in agreement, feeling her wetness surrounding him, enveloping him in a velvety embrace. It was all he could do not to start pounding into her right then and there. However, he forced himself to remain still, letting her adjust to his size.

It wasn't long before Anastasia increased her tempo, rising and falling on his shaft at a steady pace. Harry watched her beautiful facial expressions, enjoying the way her features twisted in pleasure. Knowing that it was his cock that was making her feel this intense pleasure, that it was him that had brought her to this point, gave him a thrill unlike anything else.

The sound of their lovemaking quickly filled the room, the wetness of her pussy squelching with every rise and fall of her hips. The smacking sound of skin against skin as her ass hit his thighs only added to the sensory overload.

Harry didn't care if anyone heard them at this point. So what if his mum or sister walked in on them? Let them watch. There was not a chance in hell he would ever stop fucking Anastasia now.

"Oh, Harry, yes!" Anastasia cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "I'm so close, baby. Keep going, don't stop!"

Harry obeyed, pulling her down harder onto his cock, his hips snapping upwards to meet hers. He held nothing back, determined to give her everything he had.

Her tits bounced hypnotically with every thrust of his hips, their nipples pebbling as they brushed against his chest. Harry couldn't help but lean down to take one into his mouth, sucking hard as he continued fucking her.

Anastasia screamed, her orgasm washing over her in waves. But harry didn't let up, pounding into her as deep as he could go, making sure she felt every inch of him.

"Keep going, baby," she begged, her eyes glazing over with pleasure, her pussy repeatedly clenching around his length. "Don't stop until you fill me up!"

But Harry had other plans. He had been teased mercilessly by the six naughty ladies for long enough. And now that he finally had a velvety pussy to sink into, he didn't plan on stopping anytime soon.

With one last forceful push, Harry withdrew from her abused pussy, leaving her whimpering in protest. "What are you doing?" she asked, trying to pull herself back down.

Harry grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I'm not done with you yet," he replied, as he threw her down on the couch.

Anastasia yelped in surprise, her body bouncing off the cushions as she landed. Harry didn't give her any time to recover, however, immediately climbing on top of her.

Without waiting for an answer, he bent her legs in half, with her knees by her ears, exposing her gorgeous ass and spread-open pussy. Her juices dripped from her swollen folds, staining the fabric beneath her, and he could see the muscles of her abused pussy clenching in anticipation.

"Please, Harry," Anastasia pleaded, looking up at him with wide eyes. "I need more. Give it to me, Harry. Give me every inch!"

Harry chuckled darkly, readying his cock with his hand. "Oh, don't worry, I will," he reassured her, rubbing the tip of his cock against her slit.

Without further ado, he pushed forward, filling her up completely in one swift motion. Anastasia gasped, her pussy quivering around his length. "Ah! Oh, Merlin! Yes, Harry!"

Harry started pounding into her, not holding back at all, watching her beautiful facial expressions as he fucked her into submission. Every stroke was filled with strength, and the sound of his hips slapping against her soft bottom echoed throughout the room.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, as he watched her breasts bouncing hypnotically with every thrust of his hips. "I am not going to be able to last long."

Anastasia moaned, her fingers digging into the fabric beneath her. "Don't hold back, Harry. Fill me up. I want to feel your cum inside me."

Harry obliged, pushing deeper into her than he had ever gone before. His balls slapped against her ass as he slammed into her, stealing her breath away. She reached her second orgasm almost instantly, as her whole body convulsed beneath him.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed, unable to contain herself anymore, screaming out for the entire world to hear.

Harry didn't care who heard. All he cared about was satisfying his lustful desires. His hips moved like a piston, rocking in and out of her pussy, the slapping sound of skin against skin filling the room.

He held out for as long as he could, but even his incredible stamina wasn't enough to hold back his release. With one final push, Harry stuffed his cock as deep into her as it would go, before emptying himself inside her.

Wave after wave of hot, sticky cum flooded her insides, coating her inner walls and mixing with her own juices. Harry grunted, feeling his climax slowly subside, the intense sensation receding as he pulled out of her.

As he withdrew from her stuffed cunt, he watched in fascination as his cum leaked out of her, trickling down her thighs and staining the fabric beneath her.

Anastasia sighed contentedly as Harry finally let her legs fall down. "That was amazing, Harry," she said, smiling dreamily at him. "You truly have the biggest and best cock I've ever seen."

Harry chuckled, feeling proud of himself. "I'm glad you liked it," he replied, leaning down to give her a kiss.

Anastasia hummed, pulling him down for a deeper kiss. "I'll definitely need a break before I can try the dildo, though," she admitted, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "But if it feels nearly as good as the real deal, then I'll send it out to my friends for review tomorrow morning."

Harry nodded, grinning. "I look forward to hearing their opinions," he replied, hoping they would enjoy his replica just as much as Anastasia enjoyed the real thing.