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For those of you - like Monagamous_Now - who have been waiting, patiently, to meet Geoffrey's parents, I hope I don't disappoint.
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"How are your fish?" my visionless vixen asked me.
"Good," I replied.
"Probably because Jess feeds them better than you," Sophie giggled.
The two of us were putting away the stuff we'd grabbed at Walmart before pulling into my parking place and unloading after our trip to see Sophie's parents. Spaces for at least half of the residents of our apartment block were empty. Most everybody must have been visiting family.
While we were shopping, I'd also picked up a small bouquet - which my gorgeous little girlfriend was arranging in the one vase we had.
"You could've gotten roses," she grumped. "These aren't as bad as the irises - but there're too many wildflowers or something. They mostly smell like weeds."
"I got them because they match your freckles."
"I don't have freckles, dickweed."
I giggled as she gave herself away by touching her face - trying to see if she could feel them. She didn't have many - but they dusted her cheeks to add to her adorableness.
"Fuck you, little man-whore," she growled.
"I would be delighted to serve your needs, Princess," I replied.
She reached for the knife drawer.
"Alright!" I yelled. "I'll quit. Do you want me to suck your pussy or not?"
She had me strip and put two kitchen chairs nose-to-nose - with my head & shoulders on one - and my ass on the other - with my legs wrapped around the back.
By the time I got all of that done, she was gloriously naked and ready to climb aboard.
She grabbed the back of the chair that had my head & shoulders on it.
"Hands to your sides," she ordered.
"I'm worried the chair will move if you get too violent," I told her.
"Me? Violent?" she asked, grinning like the devil himself. "Fine."
I reached my hands behind my head and grabbed the back of the chair.
She threw her leg over me and settled her vulva onto my face. Her sex was slick with anticipation. I started to ask her if she'd been looking forward to this but she silenced me with her slippery slit.
"Attend me," she ordered, referring back to me calling her 'Princess'.
I started licking and nibbling along the outer edges of her mound but she was impatient and dropped her quim down onto my mouth - using her hips to put my mouth and lips where she wanted them.
She slid her hands down the back of the chair until she found mine. She placed hers over mine, locking them in place. My cock was as hard as a diamond. I don't know if I flexed my hips or what, but, somehow, she knew. She put a hand behind her, traced it across my stomach, went around my cock (without touching it), and gently cupped and teased my testicles. I would have gasped for air but my breathing was currently limited by her pussy, covering half of my face. Once she'd finished bringing me even closer to the edge, she brought her hand up to join the other and lock me into place once more.
Up & down, over & over, she ground her labia, vaginal entrance, and (occasionally) her clitoris across my mouth and chin. I used my tongue whenever she hesitated. She was, very much, in the driver's seat. Her clit was slightly enlarged, excited about the attention I'd been giving it. She didn't let me abuse it much. She'd settle it onto my mouth and I licked around it. Almost instantly, she moved my mouth down, along her slit - away from the sensitive nub. She'd settle her carnal cavern onto my mouth and I explored as much of it as I could with my tongue - licking, lapping, and flicking.
She moaned and growled. Each time she sent me back to her clit, she let me stroke and cuddle it a little longer. Finally, she settled her fuck-hole on me again. Her body was starting to tremble. I stuck my tongue straight out and she rode it through her first orgasm, bouncing on my face a couple times, before her channel clenched and she ejaculated onto me.
"Fuuucccckkk," she growled.
I let go of the chair and lifted her small body off of my face. She started to protest but I told her she'd just water-boarded me.
"For just once in my life," she said, seriously, "I wish I could see that."
She lifted off, scooted down to sit on my chest, and slid her palms across my face. When she realized how much fluid she had covered me with, she reached around and found the paper towels.
Once I was mostly clean, she stepped off of me, turned, found my stiff prick with her soft hand, and lined me up with her pearly gates - leading into her pink paradise.
She slowly lowered herself - inch by inch - onto my aching man-meat.
"I won't say Voldemort's name," she told me, purring as my penis filled her and she settled onto my groin, "but your magic wand is way better, Harry."
I reached up, grabbed her ribs, and pulled her - backwards - onto my stomach. I nibbled her ear as I ran my hands from her mons to her breasts, rubbing & groping her lean, sexy body.
"I fucking love you, Soph," I purred into her ear.
"You're not bad either, shithead," she replied.
The chair, under my shoulders, shifted, and I released her to grab it once more.
"Now, Mr. Potter," she cooed, sitting back up, "Let's see if you're a real wizard."
She held the back of the other chair in her hands and I curled my toes around the legs - trying to lock it in place. My thighs were tight, trying to make sure we didn't crash to the floor. She must have felt it because she reached down, stroked her hand along my thighs, taint, and ball-sac - driving me wild with her teasing touch.
"Hermione!" I growled.
"It's Ginny, doofus," she corrected me. "Hermione's got her nose up Ron's ass, for whatever reason - probably because he's the only one that jumps when the little snooty bitch snaps her fingers. She acts like she's a fucking princess."
I resisted the urge to remind her that I'd used just that term to address her earlier.
"Ginny has been in love since the moment she saw Harry - but had to wait - without saying a word - for years - before she could tell him."
"You loved me the first time you saw me?" I asked.
"Don't get a big head... Oooh!" she moaned. "Yeah, THAT head can get bigger. Fuck yeah!"
"Sweet, little innocent Ginny..." I purred, intending to ask her a question.
She side-tracked my brain by grinding her magic-box up & down my rod.
I wanted to grab her hips - to speed up her sensual stroking - but, every time I let go of one of the chairs, it tried to move.
Somehow she knew. She knew I couldn't release my hands or my thighs. The tension in my legs was making my cock & balls ache more - focusing all of the stimulation she was giving me onto my shaft.
She got her feet under her, stood - sliding my prick out of her vagina - and then dropped onto me once more. She did it again. Then she went back to writhing on me, squeezing her vaginal muscles up & down my length. Then she fucked me hard a half dozen times and I thought she might let me.... Nope! She went back to slowly grinding my dick in her sausage-squeezer.
I growled and she giggled. "Fucking succubus," I moaned.
