Fantasy
A heavy snow fell in an unknown location, capping the tops of a literally magical school. In the tallest tower, everyone was asleep. All but two.
Harry and Ron were doing what they did almost every night. They pretended they were asleep, anticipating sharing their unspoken secret.
A secret they didn't even acknowledge between each other during the day. A secret they never spoke of, that no one else was there to witness. Some mornings, they would barely look at each other when the night before had been especially outward, obvious to both, that neither of them was asleep, and that they had gotten off because of the other.
As long as they could pretend they were asleep, they could both claim plausible deniability; and then, the lights out, go on to arouse each other with the sounds across the room, of deep breathing and warm hands sliding on hard cocks, the sounds of rustling sheets, stifled groans, the sensations of pre-cum making their cocks slick and wet, imagining their cocks sliding inside the girls of their fancy, and, fantasies neither would entirely admit, into each others mouths.
Once the dorm quieted down, and a long enough time had passed that they might say they believed the other was asleep, they'd both push their blankets down and begin jacking their already aching hot hard cocks.
They'd pretend they weren't aware of each other’s deep breathing, the rhythmic, patterned texture of their warm hands, but they were, hands sliding up and down their throbbing hard cocks, pulling on themselves through their pajama bottoms, getting hard and harder still. They'd listen for the characteristic sounds, of the other jacking off under his covers. In the dark and silence of the dorm room they shared they'd each whispered at least once under their breath, "Suck me, yes, suck my cock, Harry," and, "Mmm, Ron, oh god Ron, yess suck me, make me cum in your mouth. Want...to cum in your mouth," as they exploded, fantasizing, into the warm wet sucking mouth of the other's.
Unable to see each other in the dark, they both nonetheless strained their eyes to see across the room, hoping to glimpse the other pulling on his cock, cumming, imagining how easy it would be, to -- help each other.
Sometimes the room would be just barely light enough, that they could make out each other's slight movements, and on those nights, they both watched as they stroked their own cock, imagining, wanting, hoping for the other to come over to his bed in the dark.
If only they could see each other's eyes, they'd know each would welcome the helping hand of the other, his warm wet mouth, his hot sucking mouth. Both would know, the other, licking his lips, pretended he could feel his roommate's wet warm mouth on his throbbing hard cock, pretended his roommate sucked him until he came, pretended he felt the hot warm cum of his roommate shoot down his throat.
The boys could only imagine their favorite girls, Hermione’s swollen hot breasts pushing out through her uniforms, Ginny’s pale bare legs, Lavender’s soft sexy lips, Luna’s excited sparkling eyes, Cho’s flirtatious smiles. The girls were something mysterious; they fantasized their feminine fingers wrapping around them, their small hands pulling on their aching hard cocks so painfully hard in their pajama bottoms.
If they were honest, they'd admit to being as aroused, the hidden desire to see what it was like to suck another cock, what it would feel like, how good they'd be at it, taking turns, if they'd not only like it but let themselves let go and love doing it.
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Lily could hardly believe what she was reading. She'd found her father's boyhood journal. She had no idea he'd fantasized as a young man, what it would be like to be sucked by another guy, and to suck another guy, and her Uncle Ron, no less. That he'd cum so hard, his groans, restrained, hidden, or that she would get so wet, so turned on by it. Her pussy throbbed, pulsed, tingled and ached imagining her father when he was a boy being sucked off by her uncle at Hogwarts. "Oh my god, that's so fucking hot," she hissed, sliding her fingers under her panties.
The image burned in her mind, between her legs as she lay the in the dark of the magically enlarged tent, her father in his bed right next to her. She anticipated what she would do, imagined herself his roommate those many years ago, his laying in the dark, his cock deep in his best friend’s mouth, sucking him off, her father cumming in her warm little mouth.
She was practically shaking with heated excitement, dripping wet there, her father asleep not even 10 feet from her. Her legs tightly squeezed together; her fingers strumming through her hot wet little pussy under her tiny little panties.
Lily slid her index finger through her creamy soft pussy, slipped her finger inside her warm little slit up to her second knuckle, in and out, so wet silky soft and smooth, so hot, so indescribably hot. She was picturing her daddy being sucked by Uncle Ron, wanting to suck him like he had; Lily wanted so badly to wake her father up, to tell him she wanted to suck him, that she wanted him to cum in her mouth, to fuck her mouth, him saying, yes.
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Harry awakened one night hearing Ron breathing louder than usual the sounds of his legs sliding on the sheets out from under his blankets. Harry knew Ron was jacking off. It was so immediately electrifyingly hot, so erotic Harry was already getting hard as he joined his best friend, as he touched himself under his covers, pulling his erection through the open slit in his pajamas, stroking his swollen blood filled erection picturing Ron jacking off, picturing Ron coming over to his bed, and jacking him off. He imagined looking into Ron’s blue eyes as he asked, "Can I touch you?" and then, without waiting, leaning down and taking his cock in his mouth.
Ron heard his roommate's intake of breath. He stopped, listened, his cock hard and still in his hand. He turned toward Harry across the room. Had he heard? Was he awake?
Harry’s face was in shadow, as were his legs; from mid-chest to mid-thigh, lit by the moonlight reflecting from the low clouds, from a gap in the curtains, the light showing his hand wrapped around his throbbing hot erection. His hips lifting into his hand, his blankets pushed down, him pulling on his hard-on, his breathing ragged as he fucked his cock into his fist.
Ron watched Harry’s hand sliding up and down, curling over the head of his hard cock, and began pulling on his own cock, the image so fucking wrong his cock hardened harder still. How many nights they'd both wanted to see, what Ron was witnessing right now.
Ron wanted to know what it was like to feel another cock, to even suck on another cock. He'd imagined it so many times, fantasized Harry fucking his hugely hard cock into his willing hot sucking mouth.
Something gave way in Ron. He found himself sitting up in his bed, rolling his legs over the bed's edge, his bare feet touching the wooden floor. He was shaking all over, uncertain of what or how to do this.
His side of the room was cast in shadow, and Harry couldn't see him watching him, didn't realize he was illuminated in the theater of the dark, pulling on his erection, thinking of Ron, picturing Ron pulling on his cock, too, across the room, so hard, imagining being sucked by Ron. He couldn't see Ron sitting there, the look of determination, of spontaneous impulse as he moved off the bed.
Harry heard Ron's bed creak. He stopped, paused, listened, and as quietly as he could out of habit or instinct to hide himself, he pulled his sheet over his waist, his cock still aching throbbing hard tenting the sheet, his balls aching hot soft to the feel of the sheet. He closed his eyes, got his breathing under control, and pretended he was asleep.
Ron knew better. He crossed the room the boards warm under his bare feet his cock rigidly erect tenting his pajamas, His pajama shirt open, his bare skin breathy hot, he was going to do this, and he knew Harry wanted it, too.
He noticed the large snow flakes outside through the crack in the curtain, the silence now, the pink yellow light spotlighting Harry in his bed his sheet half draped over his waist, his legs and feet exposed to the open room, His cock so hard, so big, as big as his, Ron thought. His mouth watered. His cock throbbed and jumped. He wanted Harry's cock in his hands, in his mouth. He was going to do it this time.
Looking through his eyelashes, feigning sleep, Harry saw Ron tiptoeing toward him. He could see Ron's cock just as swollen hard as his own pushing out through the front of his flannel pajamas. Ron was looking straight at Harrys cock under the sheet, and saw it bounce. Reflexively, his cock throbbed and bounced, too.
Ron slowly quietly kneeled next to Harrys bunk, his cock aching hard as he looked down at Harry's waist, the sheet draped half over him.
Harry’s face in shadow, Ron had the thought, that Harry could pretend he was asleep, and maybe it was better this way, so sexy, sucking off his friend and roommate under the cover of his being asleep knowing that he wasn't.
They could both pretend, doing what neither would admit to otherwise, and no one else would know. That they both knew somehow made the pretending even hotter. Like it was wrong, that they shouldn't be doing this, but that neither could stop, that they both wanted it.
Ron rested both hands on Harry's mattress and looked down at Harry's cock tenting up under the sheet. As if time were standing still, he lifted the sheet from Harry's waist.
Ron sucked in his breath seeing Harrys pajamas unbuttoned and open, his erection so hard and thick, the solid thick vein of the underside of his cock arching upward, draping over his belly, the underside of the head of his cock resting all the way up to the groove of his navel.
Harry had never felt a sensation like that of Ron's lips wrapping around his heated, raging hard cock.
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Lily read her father's journal not even a week before they left to go camping. She'd found it that morning and couldn't resist. So when Ginny had suggested that she and her father should go on a trip together, father-daughter bonding (personally, Lily was almost certain that her mother was more interested in “bonding” with James and Albus), Lily had agreed immediately.
Laying next to him now in the silence of the tent, alone together, out in the middle of the woods, her hands in her panties, her nipples tingling aching hard, she lucidly recalled his journal entries from Hogwarts, his tales of him and Uncle Ron. She didn't have a plan when they decided to go camping. She knew what she hoped would happen, what she wanted to happen. She wanted to see her father hard. She wanted to see the cock Uncle Ron had sucked, the cock that made her. Her father's hard, throbbing hot cock.
Trying to be quiet, the sounds of her rustling sheets seemed magnified in the tent. She touched herself picturing her daddy being sucked by another boy in the dark of their dorm room. She would never have guessed how much it turned her on. She imagined his hot hard cock in her mouth, her fingers wrapped around it, jacking her hands up and down it's length, her sucking on it, lovingly, desperately, imagined his cock fucking into her open, willing, hungry warm mouth.
Harry wasn't asleep. He watched his daughter, his little girl touch herself under her bed, her arms moving rhythmically. He could see in the dim light, that her nipples were hard under her T-shirt, the movements and sounds of her masturbating under her sheets, so erotic, her mouth open, her eyes closed. He could smell her sweet musky fragrance, her sex, hot and wet between her smooth soft thighs. He felt his cock harden.
He could hardly believe it, his daughter right next to him, touching herself, her hips raising ever so slightly to not wake him, her breathing, her ragged breaths mesmerizing.
She'd left her wand glowing, initially to read, as he'd gone to sleep, and while it was under her side, the light still illuminated the interior of the tent enough to just be able to see.
Lying on his back, he heard Lily creep out of her bed and lie down next to him, first at eye level, and then little by little inch her way down , bending her knees toward him, slithering over the sheets until her face was at his waist level.
She'd left the light on waiting for him to fall asleep. She wanted to see his cock. Harry felt suddenly compelled to let her. However wrong it was, he wanted her to see him. His cock throbbed under his shorts. It would be easy enough for her to lift the sheets, and to look. The thought made him harder still.
Lily was laying on her side, her legs bent, her knees spread, revealing her hands busy beneath it, her face just a foot away from her father's waist, his cock slowly pushing up, pounding hard under the thin cotton coverings.
She thought she saw him move. She was breathing so hard, her pussy was so wet, she couldn't help but rock her little hips imagining her Daddy's cock touching the folds of her slippery pink sex. His thick hard cock fucking deeper and deeper inside her, spreading her open, whispering, "fuck me, Daddy."
Lily's father moaned as if stretching in his sleep. His bare chest came into view, and in one movement, he furtively pulled his hugely hard, aching swollen cock out through the leg of his shorts. Now when she lifted the bag, she would see him, all of him, his rigid hard cock exposed and draped toward his daughter. Harry feigned sleeping and rolled toward her, laid his right arm out over her above her head. He was now fully open to her if she raised his sheets. If she didn't, if she didn't have the courage to go through with it, he decided he'd raise his knee to lift them away himself. He didn't have to though.
Lily held still, silent, until she was sure her father was sound asleep. Ever so slowly, she raised her right arm to lift the sheets away from his waist.
She'd cut her hair on Friday, "boy-short”. She loved how light her scalp felt. How her short hair accentuated her long neck, her soft delicate shoulders. She imagined Ron, that moment at which he lifted the covers from his roommate's waist. She imagined the silence of the snowfall outside as he sucked her father into his mouth. She cut her hair short wanting to feel more what it was like for her daddy to be sucked by a boy, a boy with vibrant red hair, and a thirst for cock. She wondered if while camping, alone together in the tent, if her father would notice her short hair, if he would imagine his hands in her hair pushing her down, her wrapping her fingers and her lips around his hugely hard cock, hard just for her, hard because she wanted to pretend she was Ron, hard because his daughter, his little girl, his good girl wanted to suck his cock.
Lily listened to her father's breathing in the silence of the tent, the woods around them in collusion, alone in the woods, the dorm room where no one could see them engaged in this illicit pairing. The secrecy excited her. That her father was asleep excited her even more. That he might be pretending as he had with Ron, made her little pussy throb, creamy wet.
She imagined the excitement of both boys, that frozen moment, the sheer spectacle of their throbbing hard cocks, their silent unspoken desire as she reached out and pulled the sleeping bag away from her father’s waist.
Lily gasped just as Ron had. Her Daddy's cock was big, and hard, swollen, and was pointing at her. "Oh my god," she thought to herself, "Daddy’s so hard already," she breathed out, "he must, be dreaming. He's, so...big." She licked her lips. "It's beautiful," she gushed as she stared at her father's cock. She leaned closer, "Ohhhh, Daddy, such a perfect cock," she purred as she imagined this was what Ron saw, her father's cock thick and swollen hard, erect and throbbing. "I want you in my mouth, Daddy," she moaned under her breath, "want...to suck your cock, Daddy. Your little girl wants your cock in her mouth, Daddy. Want to suck you with my warm wet mouth, your little girl, Daddy, wants you in my mouth, wants you to cum in my little mouth just like you did with Uncle Ron, Papa," her heated fantasies searing through her.
The sparse soft glowing light inside the tent was just enough that Lily could see her father's cock in all its glory. "Want you...in my mouth, Daddy," she said again and again in her thoughts as she leaned right up to it to smell her father's skin. She lingered there, her eyes closed, taking in her father’s scent, the heat of his erection right next to her face, her mouth, her lips. She strummed her creamy wet satiny smooth freshly shaven swollen hot little pussy, strumming her fingers through her pink wet slit making herself quiver and shake with incestuous lust. Her breathing almost loud now inside the confined space of the tent, the mere idea of her being right there, her father's steaming hard cock so close to her mouth, so close to her creamy wet little cunny so on fire made her forget to even be quiet.
She imagined herself licking it, her hot little tongue on it. Her pussy creamed as she slid her finger inside her soft swollen cunny, how it sucked so deliciously warm on her finger, her father's cock just inches from her mouth.
Harry watched his daughter fucking herself. He watched her lean in close to him, smell him, want him. Her eyes closed, his body instinctively wanted to lean toward her. He purposefully rolled ever so slightly, just enough so the underside of his aching hard cock touched Lily's lips.
Lily sucked her breath in, opened her eyes, looked wide-eyed at her father's fat swollen cock, the near-purple bloated mushroom like head begging her to kiss it, to lick it, to suck it into her warm wet little mouth.
Her father's cock had touched her lips, her father's pre-cum; she licked her lips, tasted him. In the excitement she spread her legs even wider apart, strummed her hot little cunny even harder, faster, her breaths ragged and lurching, her back arched, her throat arched, her mouth open and so, so close to the heat of his throbbing hard cock.
Lily stared at it, her father half on his side, his cock standing rigidly erect and pointing upward, out toward her, right at her mouth. She pretended to lick it as she rubbed her fingers through her slippery wet slit. On her back, her legs spread, her head turned sideways, her mouth open in sheer ecstatic pleasure she leaned under it, became bold enough to let it lay on her cheek, rolled her head sideways to let it touch the side of her open mouth. Lily hummed all over, "Mmm, Daddy, want...to suck you, in my mouth, Daddy," she gushed out, her pussy creaming all over her fingers.
Harry leaned toward her again, under the pretense he was asleep, tempting her, the secretiveness, them being along together in the tent where no one would know was maddeningly erotic. Father and daughter on the precipice, incestuous lovers, he touched her face with it again, the head bumping into her lips, as if telling her to suck it, giving her the opportunity, wanting her to take it in her eager warm little mouth, pretending he was asleep, letting them both do what they otherwise might not do.
This was all so thrillingly hot both were on the verge of doing things they shouldn't. Both wanting the other to consummate the hot frenzied incestuous lust rippling through each other.
Feeling her father's cock on her cheek, on her lips, Lily's mouth opened and closed reflexively mouthing its underside, licking it, getting it wet, her father’s pre-cum, touching her lips to it, holding her breath, letting it bob against her open mouth. She so wanted to lick it, to suck it, to take it into her mouth, to suck her father off, to fuck his cock with her warm sucking little mouth.
Harry leaned away ever so slightly, and Lily followed. He stopped and lightly thrusted back at her at the same time, the head of his cock going straight into Lily's mouth.
It was so unexpected Lily moaned inside, "Oohhhh fuck, Daddy," pushed her tongue hot against it, "nnnnughh Daddy, mmm, suck your beautiful cock," rolled her tongue around it, pressed the flat of her tongue around it, "nnnn," her father's cock in her mouth as she heatedly fucked her fingers into over through her dripping wet swollen little cunt. The taste of her father making her suck even harder, her pelvis rolling and driving itself into her fingers, lavishing his cock with her tongue, her lips, her hot little mouth.
Harry strained to hold back a moan. He moved back again, and Lily groaned in a certain frustration, his hugely hard cock taken away from her. She couldn't wake him, made her want it, her need for it all the greater.
She pictured Ron, her father pretending he was asleep, his bobbing cock going into Ron's mouth. She pictured Ron licking, sucking her father's thick, swollen, hot throbbing cock in his hot wet young mouth, sucking; him pretending her father was asleep, and knowing he wasn't, just made it all the more hot, and Lily knew it's what she wanted too as she wriggled on her fingers, her body shaking, her mouth open, her tongue reaching for her father's proud, rigidly hard cock.
She licked the tip of his erection, kissed it, and then imagined herself being Ron, and put her mouth over the head of her Daddy's cock, closed her lips around it.
Lily pushed the flat of her tongue against it in her mouth, loving the feeling, its weight, its thickness, its heat, kissed it, mouthed it, the taste and texture, the soft skin and the rock hard throbbing pulse of her father's cock in her mouth, his pearly pre-cum salty in her mouth, sublime. Lily sucked, and licked, and then sucked harder, used her tongue to bathe all around the head, mouthed her father's cock in her hot sucking little mouth, pictured herself Ron, sucking, almost forgetting he was asleep, that he might wake, that he might catch her, his daughter, sucking him. She didn't care now.
Harry leaned slightly away yet again, his cock almost sliding from Lily's mouth, teasing her. She didn't let go though, she moved with him, and Harry leaned toward her again, his cock sliding fully, deeply into his daughter's eager willing mouth.
Lily's moaned on her Daddy's cock, her hot little pussy dripping, slippery wet. Her nipples ached. Her belly felt so warm. She needed a cock in her. She took her father's cock deep in her mouth, and just sucked on it as she rubbed her aching hot swollen cunt.
That she was doing this while he slept made her even hotter. That she could suck her Daddy's cock without him knowing. Her imagining her father in the dark dorm room sucking Ron almost made her cum.
Harry knew Lily read his journal. He knew she spied on him in the shower over the years. He'd heard her masturbating at night. Knew she'd had lovers. He hadn't expected this, going camping together. He did though wonder about Lily having cut her hair the day they were to leave, the day after she'd read his journal.
Was she now pretending she was Ron, or at least thinking about it, making herself crazy with heat thinking about it? It turned Harry on, her boy-cut short haircut, what she wanted to experience, being Ron, sucking him in the dark of their dorm room. It all made sense now. Lily finding and reading his old journal, her asking him to take her camping so they could be alone in the tent at night, her cutting her hair.
Just as Lily sucked him, lightly mouthing the head of his cock with her lips, Harry breathed out in pleasure and moaned, "Mmmm, oh god...Ron," wanting Lily to think he was dreaming, that he thought she was Ron.
Lily groaned a deep, growling soft moan and sucked on her father even harder.
"Nnn, yes Ron, Daddy," Lily hummed to herself as she sucked her father's cock, Ron sucking another boy, her father, his hot throbbing fat cock in his daughter's hot sucking mouth, her purring and moaning, the taste of her father's pre-cum making her hungry for her father's cum.
Still feigning sleep, Harry slid his arm down from above Lily's head, and touched his hand to her shoulder, her back, between her slender shoulder blades leaning her more toward him.
Lily imagined he was asleep dreaming she was Ron, her fingers so wet and deep in her humming little cunny. She'd shaved just before they left for the weekend, her pussy tingling slippery wet, let herself be raised closer, her father's fingers in her hair, on her back, pulling her to him, let her father's cock glide deeper into her mouth.
Her T-shirt up over her breasts now, her nipples bare and rubbing hot and swollen and aching on her father's bare warm smooth thigh, Harry cradled the back of Lily's head in his big hand, ran his fingers through her short red hair, pushed her mouth down on his cock; her short hair giving her such a sexy, feminine, feline look, indeed reminded him of a boy's, short cut in back down the neck, longer on top, and he pictured Ron that night, sucking him, and moaned, "Ohhh fuck, lil baby, suck me...Ron," Lily groaning yet again, and sucking him harder, her father looking down at her lovely breasts, her nipples so hard and swollen.
He slid his hand down Lily's long neck, over her shoulder-blades, her skin hot to the touch, her back and shoulders and neck moving with her bobbing head, with her movements. His fingertips sliding down her back he leaned her in toward him, onto her side, closer still, her delicate warm shoulder on his bare skin, pulling her against him now moving his hips, letting his swollen fat cock slide through his daughter's lips, inside her hot sucking mouth. Pushed his cock deeper into his little girl's mouth, whispering, "Ohhh, Ron, yes, don't let anyone see Ron, yesss, suck me, suck my cock, Ron, ohhh god yessss, suck me," gliding his cock in and out of his daughter's beautiful mouth, his hips thrusting. Lily's mouth greedily bobbing on his cock with his rhythm, she was so sexy, her lips extended out, his cock so big filling her mouth, the way she sucked, lavished his cock with love. Still believing her father was asleep, Lily gushed and moaned out loud when she heard him say her name.
"Oh Lily, baby, yes, suck Daddy."
Knowing he was awake, that he wouldn't stop her, that it was her giving him pleasure, Lily moved her hands from her steaming hot little cunt, and grasped her father's hard-on in both hands.
"Nnn, Daddy," she moaned, "let me...let me suck you, Daddy," before sucking him back into her warm little mouth, moaning on his cock, her body undulating in her own frenzied lust, her hands pulling her father's cock into her hot eager mouth.
Harry ran his fingers through Lily's short hair, and she groaned yet again.
"Call me Ron, Daddy. I want to hear you say his name," she barely finished, so turned on, sucking him back into her mouth. 'Fuck my mouth, Daddy. Oh fuck Daddy, fuck my mouth, pretend...I'm a boy, Daddy, pretend...I'm Ron," she gushed out loud, sucking him, lapping at him with the flat of her tongue, sucking him hard into her warm wet mouth, her father fucking her warm little sucking mouth.
"Does that turn you on, lil baby?"
Lily could barely catch her breath, "It does, Daddy. Made me so wet, I found it, ...reading your journal, Daddy" she panted, almost one word at a time, "You, and Ron. Let me, Daddy, let me...suck you."
Harry pushed Lily's mouth back onto his raging hard cock, his fingers in her short boy cut hair, groaning, moaning out, "ohhh lil baby, yes, suck Daddy, baby, suck Daddy's cock," thrusting his hips into Lily's little fists gripping him, fucking his raging hard cock into his daughter's mouth.
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Ron loved the feel of Harry's cock so hard, swollen, and throbbing hot in his mouth. It wasn't a surprise after weeks and weeks of their both fantasizing about the other that he instinctively knew what would feel good, sucking, pulling on Harry, even imagining himself the girl he'd himself fantasized, sucking him.
He bathed his best friend’s hot hard cock in his mouth with affection, sucked it mouthed it rolled the flat of his tongue around its girth made love to it.
At one point Harry could no longer pretend, or hold back, rocking his hips to fuck his cock into his roommate's mouth, both being as quiet as they could, only the sounds of their breathing, of Ron sucking Harry there in the dark of their dorm room together.
Harry couldn't believe how indescribably good Ron's mouth and hands felt. The sexual charge, another boy sucking him. The fear of being caught made his cock ache, throb, and harden like it never had before. He moved his hands to his sides squeezing the mattress it felt so good, and that's when he felt it, the hard hot heat of Ron's cock press against the back of his hand. Ron was rubbing himself on the mattress as he sucked Harry. When he felt Harry's hand, and then his fingers wrap around his throbbing swollen cock Ron moaned out loud, his mouth full with Harry's equally thick meaty throbbing erection.
As Harry began sliding his hand up and down, pulling on Ron's cock, jacking him, Ron cupped Harry's balls in his palm, massaged them, sucking him, sucking Harry's cock deeper into his mouth, moaning, bobbing up and down its entire length, holding it at the base so it was fully extended into his mouth, as far as he could take it.
Neither boy said a word. They both still pretended Harry was asleep, even though they knew, his hand on Ron's cock, pulling on his roommate's dripping wet cock, Ron's mouth, so hot and wet, so fluid and rhythmically sucking, his cupping Harry's balls so warm-hot in his hand, him thrusting his cock into his Ron's mouth, him pulling on Ron's cock in slight movements, squeezing, pulling, jacking, letting Ron fuck his cock through his loose fist.
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"Oh god baby, yes. Suck Daddy, baby, suck Daddy. Oh my god Lily, you feel so good, so hot, so wet, your mouth, ohhh Lily, baby."
His daughter's mouth was delicious. Harry wanted to taste his little girl, wanted to make Lily feel good, wanted to lick her soft wet little pussy, lick and suck her lovely swollen breasts, her strawberry red nipples. He wanted to kiss her, to slide his tongue into his little girl's mouth.
"Come here, baby. Turn around. Let me suck..." Harry caught himself in mid-sentence and hissed out,"your cock, Ron." Lily moaned and thrashed on her father's cock hissing back at her father desperately hot, "nnnn, Daddyyyyy."
"Let me, suck you too, baby," her father growled in a heated whisper, the two of them alone together in the tent.
Lily groaned on her father's cock, pulled her mouth from it, gushed out "Mmmmnnn, Daddyyy, nnghhessss, suck me, too, please," she hissed sucking him back into her mouth, air puffing through her nostrils, the excitement of being called Ron making her churn inside. Her pussy dripping wet, the image of her father and Ron sucking each other, her breasts and nipples swollen in heated excitement, "lick me, Daddy."
Her hands clenching tight around Harry's cock, sucking her father's cock for all she was worth, her father's cock, his big hard meaty cock in her little hands, in her warm wet mouth, she moaned and shook as she fucked her fingers as she fucked her father's cock. She loved sucking it, she thought to herself as she raised herself to turn around. She never let go of his cock in her hand, so focused on it. All she said was, "Ohhh Papa," as she quickly turned.
She laid back down facing her father's pelvis as he raised her leg, as she felt his breath on her hot little shaven bare pussy, Harry groaned seeing her bald smooth, her pink shiny wet little cunny, so beautiful, his daughter's hot little pussy as she took his cock back into her hot sucking little mouth, her father stripping her of her panties.
"Let Daddy suck your little pussy, baby. Oh little baby, Daddy loves the way you taste," Harry growled as he wrapped his hands around his daughter's spread open thighs, plunged his tongue into his little girl, sucked her tangy sweet creamy folds, as he whispered, "let daddy suck your...cock," as he licked and sucked her swollen clit, "let daddy suck you...Ron."
Lily groaned out loud, "Oh god, Daddy, lick me. Lick me, please."
"Oh little baby, Daddy wants to fuck my little girl. Daddy wants to slide my cock inside your beautiful little cunt, baby, such a good girl for Daddy, Daddy wants to love you back, lil baby."
Lily sucked harder and harder, her father's mouth buried in her hot wet swollen little pussy, her hips rotating, pushing herself into his mouth, fucking his mouth, sucking his cock, his tongue pushing up inside her as she sucked him.
They pushed their pelvis's toward each other, father and daughter, laying on their sides, their energy circulating, their hot throbbing sex in each others mouths, the heat of their bellies and chests touching, everything touching, hidden inside the tent alone together in the woods. Heatedly sucking each other, father and daughter, the warm softness of skin on skin, the electric waves of pleasure, of sensation coursing through them, inside the tent, in the middle of the woods, in the middle of the night where no one would know.
"Lily, baby, come here, climb on top of Daddy."
Harry pushed his shorts down, and Lily straddled him, so hot she guided her father's rigid hard cock to her soaking wet throbbing little pussy.
"Good girl. Ohhh, lil baby, yesss, put Daddy inside you baby."
"Oh god Daddy, you're so hard,. Nnn, Daddy, ohhh, you're stretching me open, inside me, Daddy, nnnn, yes, inside me. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck your little girl."
Lily leaned forward, stretched her legs down along her father's, pulled him deeper, and deeper inside her. Sliding up and down her father's body, his cock buried in her hot soft little pussy. His cock spreading her open, her pussy sucking her father's cock, just as it occurred to her, her father's journal never said whether he and Ron did more.
Lily leaned down close to his ear, and whispered hotly, secretly, sexily, "Oh god Daddy, would you...would you fuck my bottom, Daddy?"
Harry ran his fingers through her hair, pulled her mouth to his, gushed out a breath into his daughter's mouth, pushing his tongue into his daughter's mouth. Lily started cumming as her tongue played with her father's tongue, their breathing frenzied, licking, kissing each other.
Gasping, Lily moaned hurriedly, "Nnn, , do you...do you Daddy, want...to put your cock...in my tight little ass, Daddy?" She wanted to hear him say yes, she didn't care if they did, not right then. The image, the words, made her so hot, so wet. She began bucking on her Daddy's cock so hard, so deep inside her.
"You would, wouldn't you...like that, Daddy?" she whispered. "Yesss, you can fuck my tight virgin asshole, Daddy. Ohhh, Daddyyyy, nnnnn, fuck me, nnn, oh god, cum in me, cum in me, Papa, cum in me. Nnn, Daddy, yessss."
Harry squeezed his daughter to him, fucked his cock up inside her, his one hand grasping her by her short hair.
"Cum on Daddy, lil baby, cum on Daddy's cock, yesss, good girl, such a good girl. Your pussy feels so good on Daddy, baby. Cum on Daddy, little baby," he urged into her ear.
Her short hair rubbing his cheek Harry groaned as he fucked up inside her, his cock so swollen hard and throbbing inside his own little girl, his cock getting harder, bigger, fucking her faster, and faster, thrusting up inside his little girl's hot little cunt, his daughter's warm soft tight little creamy wet pussy.
"Oh god, little baby, Daddy's cumming...inside you," he moaned as he exploded inside his daughter, his little girl milking his cock, "so tight, lil baby, on Daddy's cock," her fucking her father's cock, fucking his daughter, "mmm, my hot little baby. My sexy little girl, yes baby, Daddy wants to fuck your little bottom."
Lily began cumming again as she excitedly fantasized where this could lead, just the two of them alone, father and daughter fucking in the tent in the middle of the woods, where no one would know.
