"So… Are you going to spoil what you wanted that favor for?" Harry asked.
Ginny kneeled before him. Her head moved around, changing angles and bouncing up and down as she licked Harry's crotch in every spot she could reach. It was a testament to just how sexually exhausted that orgy had left Harry that even a stunning redhead basically sucking him off wasn't enough to make his dick harden.
Ginny wasn't trying to get him hard, fortunately. She was just cleaning him up. She used her tongue to wipe away dried juices left by multiple different girls, returning Harry to a state where he felt he could at least pull his robes on.
When she finished, pulling back, that was exactly what he did, grabbing his pants and stepping back into them.
"It's nothing much," Ginny said. "There's just someone I want you to fuck."
"Like Romilda?" he asked.
"This one's a little bit different," Ginny said, looking at her passed-out roommate. "Romilda is just a fangirl. She's obsessed with you, so I wanted her to get a taste on my terms. The person I have in mind just really needs—and deserves—a good shag."
"I'm not sleeping with your mother," Harry said.
Ginny's nose wrinkled. "Not that! Don't worry, it's someone else. And I guarantee she's hot."
"You can't just tell me?" Harry asked.
"That would drain the fun."
Ginny leaned up, pecking him on the lips as Harry finished putting his clothes back on. He could taste the remnants of the other girls on her mouth, causing him to smile.
"Good night, Harry," Ginny said, pushing him out of the room.
He allowed the stairs to become a slide on his way down and rode it like he was at a playground, just because he was in that good of a mood.
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Things changed around Gryffindor after that. All of a sudden, nearly every girl across two different years had become like close friends to Harry. They studied with him, chatted with him between classes, and even ate with him.
Although it had always had plenty of students at all times, Harry never thought of the Gryffindor table as crowded before until now. But as he sat there for breakfast, Romilda Vane and Parvati Patil suddenly sat next to him, so close that he could barely finish his eggs without bumping his elbows into them. Seamus looked a bit jealous further down, but Harry could only shrug as Lavender, Fay, and Hermione all sat down across from him.
When Ron arrived, the redhead just grumbled and took a seat by Seamus.
"Are you excited for Herbology today, Harry?" Lavender asked.
He looked at her with suspicion as she smiled innocently. The question was very out of character.
"Not any more than usual," he said. "Why would I be—"
He stopped, coughing suddenly as toes brushed his crotch. Their touch was incredibly light and delicate, causing an instant reaction beneath his pants.
"That's odd," said Lavender, her voice full of mirth. "And here I thought you were a fan of growing things!"
Harry glared at her, although it was hard to muster the energy with how much dexterity her toes somehow had.
"Was that a joke?" Fay asked. "I don't get it."
"I do," Parvati said.
The Indian girl began to eat with only her right hand, allowing her left hand to disappear underneath the table. Harry's earlier coughing got even worse as a warm hand slipped past his waistband.
Parvati's fingers wrapped around his cock just as it got hard, her wrist jerking his length up and down. The entire time she continued to eat with her other hand, not even looking at Harry.
Of course, his penis was so thick that she struggled to get a good grip, considering her fingers were unable to wrap all the way around. That problem was solved with a bit of help.
Romilda slid her hand underneath to help Parvatie, holding onto Harry higher up his shaft and moving her hand in the same way. Harry was forced to plant his palms on the table as he attempted to keep a straight face.
This had to be Ginny's fault, he decided. Glancing across the Great Hall, he caught her talking to Luna. She had pulled this same trick in the Burrow, not long before Luna snuck into his shower with him.
The memory of fucking the petite blond's throat with Fleur just outside the curtain almost made Harry cum, but he steadied himself with a deep breath. Not now, while his dick was still in his pants. That would give the girls way too much ammunition.
"I still don't get it," Fay said. "What's everybody talking about?"
Lavender leaned over, whispering into the brunette's ear. Whatever she said made Fay's cheeks go bright red, while she audibly squeaked.
At the same time, Lavender's feet moved lower. That light touch was applied to Harry's balls, leaving his dick itself in the capable hands of Romilda and Parvati.
Attacked on two fronts, Harry shut down his mind with a brief concerted effort. It took gritting his teeth to withstand the pleasure. Still, he pulled it off.
"Looks like we have a tough nut to crack," Lavender said. "Or, wait, should that be nuts…"
"No cracking!" Harry said urgently.
"Relax," she said, laughing. "I didn't mean it that way."
Harry still wasn't completely convinced, but he didn't try to run away. At this point, he wasn't even sure retreat was an option.
He suddenly winced as his balls were prodded too hard.
"Do you do it like this?" Fay asked.
"Softer," Harry grunted, his voice a bit high pitched.
"Just get some twist and a flick and then finish with a swoop," Lavender said.
"What?" Fay asked.
"You know, it's just natural!" Lavender said.
"Not everyone has done this kind of thing as much as you have," Hermione reminded her.
And then she, the last one not participating, reached her own foot across the table. Harry's crotch had never been attacked from so many angles.
With Hermione's dutiful coaching Fay was brought up to speed quickly. She learned fast, Harry noticed. All three girls fondled his balls with their toes, meanwhile Parvati and Romilda had worked out an even more effective system.
Parvati's hand moved higher up on Harry's cock, until she was squeezing the head of his cock, her fingers digging against the swollen purple skin. Her vertical movements were short, but on the most sensitive part of the penis Harry still felt them extremely strongly.
Romilda, meanwhile, actually drew her hand out of his pants for a moment. When no one else was looking, she let a glob of drool drip onto her palm. She then shoved her hand back into Harry's pants and used the moisture to move her hand much faster along most of his shaft.
Her saliva was moist and cool. Harry was starting to sweat under his clothes, leading to the space inside his pants heating up like an oven. His legs flexed as he pressed his feet against the floor, trying to hold out.
His voice leaked out for a moment, creating a groan that traveled down the table. More than a few students looked over curiously, including his roommates.
Harry thought that they were going to be caught. But just as people started looking, Katie Bell and Demelza robins arrived, sitting on either side of Romilda and Parvati. The extra bodies blocked any view of what was going on.
From Katie and Demelza's expressions, they knew themselves though. Both of them kept looking at Harry, from his red face and down to his crotch. There was no way for them to join in… but if there had been, Harry didn't doubt for a second that they would have tried.
The girls sitting across from him had worked out a system. Fay was playing with his balls from below, Hermione was working on them higher up, and Lavender's toes darted around in unpredictable ways. It kind of tickled, but in a way that made Harry's body scream at him to cum.
This wasn't helped by Romilda and Parvati. Parvati's hand had slid lower, taking advantage of Romilda's spit to let her hand glide along his glans.
Harry felt like he was going crazy. He really didn't want to have to run and change his underpants before class started because he had soiled them. But he also had to control his facial expressions, so that they wouldn't attract attention. His voice was the same. He had to bite his tongue to keep from moaning. Lavender was giggling madly. Either Harry was pulling a really funny face, or her masochistic streak was showing.
Harry thought he had pretty good resistance for a growing teenage boy. He held out really well; but there were limits to everything. The orgasm built slowly, working its way up through his cock, making him grind his teeth…'
He was sure it would happen. He couldn't stop it. And yet somehow, as if all of them now knew Legilimency, the girls suddenly stopped.
Fay, Hermione, and Lavender's feet went back to the floor. Romilda and Parvati's hands shot out of his pants. Harry felt his orgasm rise up, almost all the way through his dick, before stalling and and then, slowly, receding.
He definitely made a strange sound as he had to catch his breath.
As grateful as he was to have it stop, he was left thoroughly fired up and horny, but with no payoff. The girls stood up to leave, grabbing their books and stuffing them into their bags.
"You look frustrated," Lavender said.
"I wonder how much we can make him blush…" Romilda said.
Parvati's fingers danced against Harry's chest, tapping his shirt. "I guess you'll just have to wait… and then take it ALL out on us."
She giggled at the thought. The girls all left, including Katie and Demelza. They expected Harry to follow them, but he didn't
His breath was still heavy, but not from exertion anymore. He'd never been teased so much without being allowed to cum. The libido that was naturally off of the charts was now going utterly mental.
The Gryffindor girls wanted to get him motivated for another orgy. He'd find time to fuck each of them thoroughly, but right now he wasn't interested in waiting.
Fortunately, there were more houses at the school than just one.
His eyes locked onto a group wearing robes with green trim, Harry stood up and walked quickly across the Great Hall.
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