The Best of a Bad Situation (BoBS for short)

Chapter 8 – Lavender Likes Licking Lollypops…and so does Parvati


“Pavarti,” Lavender began to ask, even though the question sounded purposely staged, “truth or dare?”

“Hmmm,” Pavarti answered back in such a dead-pan voice Harry knew something was up. Scratching her chin like she couldn’t make up her mind, she continued, “truth or dare…truth or dare. It’s such a hard choice to make. Almost as hard as Harry over there.” Harry had the grace to blush.

“Dare, I guess.”

“Well then,” Lav answered, loving the drama of the moment, “I dare you to, here in front of us all, with Hermione taking pictures, and to last no shorter than five minutes…”

“Just get on with it already! Hermione shouted. Harry couldn’t help but agree.

“Ok, fine then,” Lavender looked a little angry that her fun got stopped short, before she remembered it was her turn to dare, and turned back to face Pavarti.

“I dare you to give Harry a fantastic blow job!”

Ginny began to squeal in excitement as if she were the one about to get head, and Harry overheard Hermione muttered some curse word to herself. Harry would have done one or the other himself as well, or maybe both, if only he was capable of intelligent thought. Instead, his addled brain was still piecing together Lavender’s dare, and the fact that he was in fact about to receive his first blow job. And a fantastic one at that!

A smile began to form on his face, and if possible his dick got even harder, until much to his disbelief Parvati answered back in the negative.

“No.”

‘No? What does she mean no? You can’t refuse a dare in this game? With all the shit we’ve been doing already, Pavarti; one of the flirtiest girls in the whole damn school; is saying no?’ Harry’s mind was racing a mile a minute, and therefore didn’t detect the still present staged sound Pavarti had given her answer in.

“No,” Pavarti repeated again, as if to snub Harry further. “I don’t think that’s a fair dare. I don’t think you’d be willing to yourself. So as per the rules that we came up with before we started this game, I challenge you Lavender. I challenge you to give Harry a blow job yourself. And if you do, only then do I have to, and you’d get another turn.”

Lavender pretended to pout while Harry was reeling from the possibility of having two blow jobs (could he even manage on his end of that deal?), and somehow missed the fact that Lavender had accepted the challenge, and had maneuvered herself in between his legs.

“So Harry,” she said softly while tickling his thighs with the lightest of touches from her long, manicured nails, “do you think I’m willing?”

Harry couldn’t help but blurt out, “Merlin, I hope so!”

That seemed to be a good enough answer, because Lavender smiled with a hint of a blush, and pushed his chest so he was lying back down on the bed once more. With Hermione and her camera off to one side, and Parvati and Ginny to the other, it was a wonder that Harry could concentrate at all on keeping his focus on Lavender as she shifted position further down the bed.

Her hair tickling his stomach and thighs, Harry almost lost it right then, and had to close his eyes and lay his head down to distract himself. Mentally reciting “Quidditch Throughout the Ages” in his head helped a bit, but not much. Getting desperate, Harry switched tactics to think about a naked Delores Umbridge with her frilly pink bow. The mental picture was revolting, and Harry calmed down and gained a modicum of control over his libido just in time. Not a moment later his eyes shot open when he felt the barest hint of warm, damp breath down below.

“I seemed to be loosing interest, Harry,” Lavender teased. “Should I just stop?”

“No!” Harry pleaded. He gulped then, knowing what was to come next. “Just…go easy, please.”

“Don’t worry. This isn’t a race, and I’m supposed to make you last five minutes, remember?”

Harry just nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. It was a good thing too, because a second later when Lavender placed a gentle kiss just on the tip of his cock, he squeaked very unmanly like. The other girls looked surprised, but Lavender had no questions about his manhood, being so close to it.

Very slowly, she repeated her first kiss on the head of Harry’s phallus, while bringing her hands in a slow path up his legs, past his knees, feeling the course hairs on his thighs, before joining her mouth at their final destination.

Using her powerful new grip, Lavender pointed Harry towards her sultry mouth, and augmented the simple kisses she’d been giving him with short, light licks to his underside. Then her hands slowly started to move, stroking him, and she grew more inventive and curious, and traced around the rim of his head with her pointed, pink tongue.

Harry was in seventh heaven watching her. Completely dedicated to her task, she didn’t once look up from her work to meet Harry’s gaze. But he couldn’t keep his eyes off her! It helped too in a way. For if he had stopped watching, gone with it would be the slightly detached feeling he experienced that this wasn’t happening to him, but rather another individual. Being left with only the feelings of her hot mouth, her small yet controlling hands, and her cornsilk-soft hair grazing his legs, Harry suspected he would become completely undone.

One of Lavender’s hands moved down to cup his testicles. They were rough with their pebbled skin and tight, yet yielding give, and they fascinated her. Her tongue continued small tentative licks while she explored this new ground, and Harry finally realized he heard a moaning which was deep enough to only be his.

Having experimented enough with only her hands, Lavender pointed Harry away from her, so his length rested against his taunt stomach. Then traveling slowly south, her explorative tongue passed over the lip of his cock’s head and touched his shaft for the first time. It was a completely new sensation for Harry, and he moaned again as Lavender spread the wetness her mouth provided. This time though, her tongue was not alone, and her gentle kisses became more intimate as her lips spread taking on the tortuous impression of sucking and nibbling.

For her part, Lavender was enjoying this almost as much as she was sure Harry was. For all her and Parvati’s posturing and boasting, she’d never done anything remotely this intimate with another boy before. In fact, she could recall on a single hand the number of times any boy had gotten an inch past second base. And usually, those were hurried, frantic, and sloppy attempts in a broom closet in the breaks between classes. Only with each other had the two time enough to explore and express themselves fully, and Lavender was relishing the throaty sounds she was causing Harry simply by touching him.

The top of Harry’s penis had been soft and warm, and adorning it with supple and gentle kisses had seemed a good way to start. Once the group all had a few drinks, and the game of truth and dare had started proper, Lavender had no doubt she might be performing the task she now was so heatedly engaged in. But as she progressed, and her lips and mouth began to appreciate Harry’s newly measured shaft, Lavender became less and less sure of what to do. This was new territory to her, as the velvety smooth skin that seemed to encase his steel-hard strength was completely unlike any part that might be found on a woman. The heat thrown off by his increased blood flow, coursing through the veins that mapped numerous routes over her new playground, further made her hot. With her tongue and lips, she could actually feel Harry’s pulse, and the fact that she had such control over his body heightened her arousal in a way Parvati never would be capable.

Her hands had found a new toy as well. While one still held Harry’s hard on in place exposing the underside of it to her, her second had been caressing and cradling his balls for some time now. Again, unlike anything she might find on a female, the weight of them was surprisingly heavy. Their shape too, had not been what she expected. Instead of the globe shape their name implied, they were instead oval. It took much squeezing and prodding on her part to find out of course, but she made sure she was gentle enough, as she knew this was a sensitive area for men. As Harry’s voice continued to sound of pleasure, and not of pain, she had no worry.

Knowing her mouth was much more sensitive than her hands (for the both of them), Lavender’s continued down Harry’s shaft until she moved both her hands to caress him where she’d left a wet trail behind. That part of him taken care of, and a previously occupied space now free of obstructions, Lavender took a brief pause to raise her head and watch Harry’s face (which was staring right back at her), before she lowered it again down to his groin. For the briefest of moments she was worried that he might smell or be too hairy, but once her flat tongue took its first swipe from as low down as she could reach, over a solitary testicle, and continued up his previously ravished shaft, she need not have worried. Harry must have taken a shower before entering their dorm room that night, because down between his legs, with so much heat being given off and so near his ass, the only smells Lavender encountered were scents of sex.

Harry’s hips shot up for the first time, his penis bumping into her check and nose as Lavender went to repeat her actions. She again started at the very base of his scrotum, and this time switched paths to pay attention to his other side, before continuing up and over his shaft. Instead of pausing again though, she immediately dipped back down and sucked his scrotum into her mouth. It was the most aggressive move she’d made yet, which spoke volumes about how sensual Harry had found the whole experience so far. At first it was only skin, until the power of the vacuum she created latched on to the hidden masses contained within, and Harry got sucked into her volcanic hot mouth.

With her hands, previously forgotten in favor of her mouth, moving faster, Harry recognized the rising levels within him, and couldn’t help but to slowly thrust his hips towards the goddess devouring him from below.

Lavender too sensed her pleasure from pleasing Harry, and never would have thought it was possible. But the more he responded to her, she responded to him, and so in a perverse form of self gratification, reasoned that through the intermediary that was Harry, she was about to rock her own world.

Letting his balls pop out of her mouth, she blew on the wet skin while shifting her hands to hold Harry’s hips in place. He’d been getting more aggressive there, though still far from being demanding. Lavender had other ideas though, and wanted to remain in control. As she watched the moisture dry under her unyielding breath, Harry’s mumblings that weren’t quite words let her know he was enjoying whatever she was doing. With an evil grin, she decided to award his patience and acceptance by dipping down again, and licking a long, wide swath up his throbbing erection. Now that her hands were holding Harry’s hips down, it was once again pointed at her, and her path didn’t stop as it had before. This time Lavender continued up and over the lip the head of his penis made, until she passed the tip, and encircled the whole of it in her mouth.

There was a little pre-cum Hermione would have defined as “a naturally-occurring lubricant discharged by the male to aid in sexual intercourse,” but it passed by Lavender’s lips and into her mouth so quickly, she didn’t have time to notice until it was too late, and even then she tasted only a hint of its presence in her arousal to please Harry.

Speaking of whom, bucked up wildly in surprise, and growled his acceptance and pleasure of her more forcefully tactics. Unfortunately for him, his bucking pushed himself into Lavender’s mouth way past her comfort zone, and he saw the look of surprise on her face as her eyes watered, her face flushed, and she tried not to gag at what was clearly uncomfortable for her. Shocked back out of the moment, Harry withdrew himself rather quickly, had a moment to enjoy the cool air on his hot and wet dick, and moved to comfort a slightly coughing Lavender.

“Err, sorry,” he said lamely.

“That’s alright,” Lavender said when she was does spluttering. “I guess I could even take it as a compliment?”

“Hell yeah,” Harry wholeheartedly agreed. Then more seriously, he said. “Lav, that was brilliant.”

She blushed even more at his compliment, and Harry probably would have been bold enough to ask her to finish, had he not known he soon had another blow job coming his way. Already, he was eying Parvati.

“Easy there, tiger,” Harry heard Ginny’s voice playfully scold him. “By the look of things, we could all use a break, especially if you expect to last another five minutes.”

Harry agreed and turned to thank Ginny, and couldn’t help but notice her damp thighs and pointed nipples. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one being gratified, if the matching wet fingers on her hand were any indication to go by. Mentally, he scolded himself for not taking at least a few glances as to what Ginny, Hermione, and Parvati had been doing while he was busy.

A break before Parvati began sounded like a good idea though, and everyone agreed. Lavender left for the loo to get a glass of water for the last of her coughing, Hermione had to change out the film in her camera, Harry privately wiped the moisture off of his weeping erection, and Ginny and Parvati somehow entertained themselves remaining on the bed.

Harry still needed more time to recuperate by the time everyone got back, and the group entertained themselves by taking some more pictures with Hermione’s camera. Until now only she had been taking them, and knowing how prudish she could be, the girls especially wanted some steamy pictures to remember the night by. Harry too was in favor, because he knew once he was obliviated, finding those pictures might be the only way to discover what had really happened. For the first time, he was cursing his agreement to be obliviated. But the night was still young, and there was plenty more to enjoy. And secretly he hoped, his meager attempts at Occlumency might bock some of the spell’s effects.

Each of the girls, except Hermione, took pictures of them holding Harry’s erection near their mouths and smiling sultrily. Lavender even went as far as to stick out her tongue and make the barest of contact just as the flash went off. Hermione of course couldn’t be convinced to even go near an unclothed Harry in front of a camera, until he got a devilish look in his eye and grabbed her around the waist. Wasting no time, he threw the camera to Ginny while throwing Hermione over his lap. She squirmed and yelled until she felt his poking presence against her belly, and that afforded Harry time to act like he was spanking Hermione as Ginny managed to get off half a dozen shots. With her in tight and sexy undergarments, struggling against his grasp, and him fully nude, domineering over her, the pictures would later turn out to be some of the most provocative of the night. For good measure, he gave her a real tap on the ass as she crawled away with an embarrassed blush, but nothing hard enough to sting.

Parvati and Lavender managed to convince Harry to take some pictures of him licking their nipples, and Ginny wanted one of her on her hands and knees, with Harry pretending to take her from behind. When she started to act for the camera and rocked back enough for him to prod her in the bum, they made sure the shot was taken before jumping away from each other firmly embarrassed and aroused.

And finally, after much time and the last of the vodka, they convinced Hermione to be in a few not-as-nasty, but still very indecent photographs. In one she sat between Lavender and Parvati and firmly pretended to lecture on how the proper way to masturbate was (which they were doing). In another, she stood on her knees with her back to the camera, her bra strap finally undone, and her head tossed over her shoulder giving the camera a incredibly un-Hermione like look. She managed to get her bra back on in record timing though after the flash went off, and Harry, try as he might, never saw a thing. The final picture, the one it took her most time to agree on, was her holding a ruler up to Harry’s erection. His face and most of his torso was out of frame. Instead, it was a close up Hermione and his dick, just inches apart, and the look on her face was the same as if she was doing a difficult Arithmancy problem.

“Is it my turn yet?” Parvati finally asked after ages, and Harry was surprised to see he’d mostly gone soft. For all the situations the photos put them in, there was a comical, and less sexual feel to the past half hour.

Taking a look a Harry’s soft state, Ginny grinned and said, “Looks like you have your work cut out for you again.”

Harry didn’t mind, and neither did Parvati. For with little fanfare or warning, she got down and immediately began to suck on Harry, as she pulled him towards her by the hips. Harry had just returned from the loo himself, and so was completely standing at the edge of the bed, with Parvati perched on the end. When Harry got in position, and not likely to leave anytime soon, the Indian girl’s hands soon moved off his hips and began to massage his manhood, which was just then reawaking from it’s slumber.

“Think you can last the whole five minutes, Harry?” She asked, while continuing to stroke him.

Feeling bold and slightly cocky, he grinned and nodded. At her questioning eyebrow, he added on mockingly, “Especially if you keep using your mouth to talk, unlike where it’s supposed to be.”

Hermione gasped at his attitude while Ginny laughed, and Parvati smiled too at the thrown gauntlet. Harry was challenging her, and damn her Gryffindor blood, she wasn’t about to back down.

The time for games was over, and Parvati stood to practically throw Harry back onto the bed. He barely had time to scoot up to the headboard and prop himself up to watch before Parvati was back on his cock, wasting no time or effort to be gentle.

With deep and powerful strokes, she took much more of his penis into her mouth that Lavender attempted. It wasn’t deep-throating as Harry knew it, but Parvarti managed to take more than half his length in on just the first few goes. Her hands pumped furiously as well, and the most radical difference to what Lavender had done were her eyes. Never once did she look away or break her contact with Harry. Their eyes were glued together!

Later Harry would come to realize he much preferred Lavender’s gentle technique, but there was no denying the effectiveness of Parvati’s enthusiasm. That, added with the smirking smile around his cock and those almond-shaped eyes fixed to his own, soon brought him to the precipice of his unbecoming.

Sensing he was close, Parvati removed him from her mouth for mere moments while continuing to stroke him with her hands against her now near breasts.

“Let me know when you’re close, Harry,” was all she said, and returned him back to her mouth.

Harry felt like screaming he was close just then, but somewhere in the back of his addled mind he knew what she meant. Swallowing semen couldn’t be pleasant he realized, and Harry had no intention of ruining what might be left of the night by forcing his fellating partner to indulge unwillingly on what she preferred not to.

Harry managed to last almost another full minute while Parvati attacked his flesh. No gentle licks or kisses with this one. Unlike Lavender, Parvati was all suction, pressure, and heat. When she finally did get inventive towards the end and used her teeth lightly on the shaft of his erection, while flicking his head with her tongue, and then humming in the back of her throat, Harry finally sensed he had passed the point of no return.

“Ahh, I’m not going to last…”

Having expected his warning, the attractive girl at his lap stopped her humming, but bobbed her head a last two times putting forth all the determination she could. Then with a slurping sound, brought Harry out of her mouth, and began to manually bring him off with her hands. Harry’s own arm was thrown over his head effectively blinding him, and Parvati didn’t like that. Moments away from the end, she reached out to tweak a nipple, which caused him to lurch upwards and look her in the face once again.

“Watch, Harry. It’s no good unless you watch.”

His face was screwed up trying to make himself last as long as possible, but as ordered he watched Parvarti, a girl he’d known for five years and occasionally didn’t like, manipulate him with experience far exceeding her years.

To his two sides, Ginny and Lavender must have arranged for something between them, for at that exact moment they both bent down to take one each of his exposed nipples in their mouths. The second their tongues touched him, Harry lost all control and spurted copious amounts from between Parvati’s hands. She’d been pointing him towards her chest, but obviously wasn’t counting on him twitching so badly. As a result, Harry’s first shot landed all around her neck, chin, and check. Surprised, but not stilling her hands milking Harry of his pleasure, she adjusted his aim downward. The following spurts Harry provided surged through her slippery grip, but this time landed more comfortably on her breasts, chest and neck, well away from her face.

Experiencing perhaps the strongest orgasm of his life, Harry was mesmerized as he witnessed himself exploding onto Parvati. She’d not even minded when his involuntary thrusting caused him to shoot beyond her intended area, and not even flinched when he watched one small ribbon of cum land across her check, slowly dripping down the corner of her mouth, to rest against her lips. She was the sexiest sight he’d ever seen up to that point in his admittedly very sheltered life, and one that he looked forward to topping sometime soon.

All too soon however, his ejaculation stopped and Harry regained some control over his breathing and body’s movements. Parvati still smiled her saucy smile while continuing to stroke his erection, and Harry thought it might never stop twitching if she didn’t stop first. Ginny and Lavender left his side, their job done, and Harry briefly noticed Hermione set her camera down, having gotten plenty of shots. Finally, Harry reached out to steady Parvati’s hand, noticing it was just as sticky, perhaps more so, then the rest of her body.

“That was amazing Parvati,” he said truthfully. “Thank you. But you can stop now, cause I’m either about to fall off in your hand, or get so turned on again I’ll have to force Ginny and Hermione another go.” He heard two peeps about that.

“You’re welcome, Harry. It was the least I could do, but I’m disappointed you didn’t last as long as you said you would. Maybe next time?” She was joking, and he knew it, so he smiled and nodded.

“But,” Lavender warned, an edginess coming into her voice now unlike anything Harry had herd before, “I’m not done with my dare, so Parvati…don’t move your hand.”

“Huh,” was all Harry could manage.

“My dare,” Lavender reminded them all, “You know, the one Parvati didn’t think I was willing to perform myself. As we laid out in the rules, if someone dared another something, was challenged, and met that challenge, then they got to have another turn. Even though I didn’t make you cum, I still met the dare, so I get another turn.”

“But we planned on me challenging you,” Parvati proclaimed, confused as to what her friend was up to. “That way we could both have a chance at him.” Harry was more shocked that the conspiring between them had worked out so well in his favor, rather than Lavender’s latest demands.

“No, she’s right. Lav gets another turn.” Hermione agreed.

“Yup,” added Ginny, “it was in the rules, and it’s only fair.”

“I’m glad you think so Ginny,” Lavender said, smirking not unlike another blonde Harry didn’t want to think about right then.

“You,” Lavender pointed to Parvati, and her hand still holding Harry’s cock, “don’t move.”

“And you,” this time she pointed to Ginny, whose eyes were wide open in shock. “Truth or dare!?!”