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Harry Potter and the Luscious Shower
More than 20 years after the downfall of Lord Voldemort, on December 18, 2018, Hermione Granger walked down the hallway of the Ministry of Magic in London after a strenuous gym session. As she approached the women’s shower, the 39 years old woman could hear the loud, guttural sounds of moans, screams and profanities.
The brown haired witch’s eyes widened in shock as she heard familiar voices. One belonged to a man, it was deep and sexy, belonging to a brave hero who saved the Wizarding Britain from Death Eaters, while the other voice belonged to a woman. It was low and seductive just like a siren’s call…which wasn’t weird given that the woman in question had the blood of Veela flowing in her veins.
“Ohhh, Harry…”
“Fleur…”
Hermione gasped quietly. Her two friends were going at it in a very scandalous location.
She took a small peep around the corner Harry Potter was fucking Fleur with her back against the shower wall and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
Hermione retracted her gaze. She could feel herself getting aroused. As the beautiful Muggle-born witch continued to listen to the sound of their lovemaking, she felt a twinge of jealousy spark in her. Why wasn’t Harry fucking her like that? Wasn’t she his best friend and comrade in arms for nearly 20 years? Something had to be done, she thought as she clenched her fists.
“What is going on here?”
The 38 years old, black haired man and the 41 years old, blonde haired woman stopped their sexual intercourse and looked at Hermione with surprised faces.
“Hermione, hey!” Harry tried to break the awkward tension.
She ignored his goofy smile and maintained a stern face to mask her hidden excitement. “Harry Potter, you know damn well this is a female only area! What makes you think you have any business intruding here?”
“It was Fleur’s idea!”
Hermione’s glare turned to the French witch. “Is this true?”
The part-Veela femme fatale blushed and smirked mischievously. “Well, I may have told Harry to meet me in a certain location after his morning run. He works too hard and gets stressed too much, so I wanted to help him feel better”
Upon hearing that, Hermione softened her expression, turning it into a smirk as she eyed Harry’s dick. It was long and thick, covered with black pubic hair. “I suppose I could keep quiet in return for a favor. I want what she’s having.”
The two wizards looked at their friend stunned before Harry gave Hermione an answer. “I believe your proposal is fair.”
“Excellent.” Hermione quickly stripped out of her sports bra and leggings showing her panties were damp. She discarded the article of clothing and got into the shower with them.
The beautiful woman watched the scarred man kiss his old friend and fondle her large, soft breasts. Hermione moaned, lost in the pleasure.
“Mmm… Harry…”
Fleur felt herself getting wet. She began fingering her pussy, engrossed in the sexy display before her. Harry pushed into Hermione and pounded into her, growling as he felt her strong vaginal muscles wrapping themselves around his impressive manhood.
“Uhhh!” Hermione groaned as she wrapped her long legs around his toned hips. “Fuck me, Harry…keep fucking going!!!”
Fleur grabbed her boob and moaned, aroused by what she was seeing. Her Veela instincts were begging her to grab Harry and pull him away from Hermione so that she could keep mating with her younger lover, but the beautiful woman told her primal side to shut up. She was very patient, after all, and the reward would be very satisfying.
“I’m gonna cum!” yelled Harry.
“Cum inside me, Harry!”
Harry grunted, his green eyes shining brightly as he fired his cum into Hermione.
“Ohhh!” Hermione cried, feeling her best friend’s cum enter her warm womb. At the same time Fleur screamed as she also climaxed, squirting her juices onto the shower floor.
“Let me taste your cock!” demanded Hermione, her voice loud and powerful.
Harry pulled out from Hermione and she got down and started sucking him off with much enthusiasm.
“Ahh… fuck, Hermione!”
Hermione grunted as Harry howled and came inside her mouth.
“Come here, honey. Let’s give him a show.” Fleur grabbed Hermione and kissed her hard. Their tongues mingled, sharing Harry’s cum. They pulled back, letting it drip from their lips.
Hermione gasped as she felt the older woman push her fingers into her with a lusty expression.
“Ohh! Ohh!”
Fleur chuckled and thrusted faster.
“Fuck! I’m cumming! Ahhh!”
Fleur yanked out her fingers and Hermione squirted her juices on her. She put her fingers in her mouth and tasted her lover’s sweet essence.
“Perfection,” Fleur sighed.
Hermione panted and came down from her orgasm.
“Ok you two, I actually got to shower now. I got some space business to take care of later.”
Harry laughed. “I guess that you are satisfied.”
Hermione grinned, watching him and Fleur step out. She then walked out of the shower, swaying her hips in the process.
“No one knows you were here.”