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Dinner and Dessert
§§§ Chapter 1 §§§
After his second defeat of Voldemort, Harry was often being invited to dinner at such and so's mansion, so it was to little surprise when the Abbotts invited him to dinner. Harry dressed up in one of the sets of dress robes he bought for dining and function use, and grabbing a bottle of wine on his way out he headed for his Floo.
He knew Hannah Abbott from school, she was a Hufflepuff who had trained with him in Dumbledore's Army and fought in the Second Battle of Hogwarts. She had hazel eyes and beautiful blonde hair that she used to wear in pigtails until fourth or fifth year, and a body that was average, but with curves in all the right places.
What Harry didn't remember from school was ever seeing Hannah naked, as she was when he was led into the dining room by a house elf. Hannah was blushing prettily as she looked at him, lying on her back on the dining table. Her father sat at the head of the table, her mother on his right, and Hannah's open legs faced the seat across from her mother.
“Thank you for accepting our invitation, Mr. Potter,” her father said as Harry put the wine down on the table. “Your seat is next to me,” he continued, indicating the seat between Hannah's open thighs.
With the way that Hannah was laid out, Harry could see everything. The persistent blush on her neck led to one on her chest, which held her round breasts topped with perky pink nipples that had shifted slightly to the sides with the way she was laying. Below her breasts was a creamy swath of smooth midriff, followed by a small patch of blonde hair above her glistening pink folds.
As Harry sat he found that her pussy was just a few inches away from his chest and her ass was right on the edge of the table. He was sure that he was blushing too, and subconsciously wet his lips as his mouth dried out.
“We're glad to have you here. As our thanks we're only serving the finest recipes tonight,” he said, clapping twice. “Dinner is served.”
Food appeared before the Lord and Lady Abbott, but Harry was confused as Hannah was still laying before him, for him not a plate – or silverware for that matter – in sight.
Harry felt Hannah's legs moving around him, and then pressure on the back of his neck. Still confused about his lack of food, he gave in to the pressure, breathing in deeply as Hannah brought him closer to her own wet nether lips.
Pausing right above them, Harry looked up at Hannah to make sure that she did in fact want what she was offering. She nodded in reply to his nonverbal askance, and as he wrapped his arms around her thighs, he let his lips drop down to her own. Although he had only gone down on girls a handful of times – Ginny once before they broke up and with Hermione a few times in the tent – Harry understood how to build their arousal before delivering an orgasm or two. Harry ate out Hannah like he was taught – Hermione loved teaching him, even in the bedroom – eating her with a little more gusto than usual, seeing as it was looking like she would be the only meal that he would have.
“How's your dinner dear?” Hannah's mother asked.
Harry had to back up from Hannah's pussy to reply, dabbing his mouth a bit with a napkin before replying. “It's very delectable, Lady Abbott,” Harry said, playing along. “Juicy and exquisite.”
“I'm glad. We had it prepared especially for you,” Lord Abbott informed him.
The conversation seemingly over for the time, Harry returned to his meal like nothing had happened, catching Hannah's eye as he went back down on her, again causing her to blush and look away.
Harry soon started to notice Hannah's fanny fluttering as he continued his ministrations, clueing him in on her impending orgasm. She had been panting and whimpering during the entire time that she was his meal, but he was hoping to make her audibly orgasm, even if it was in front of her parents.
Harry was determined to make her orgasm on his tongue, and after a few more minutes where he focused on her nub of nerves she came with a long moan, much different from her earlier quiet pants. Harry's head was crushed between her thighs as her quivering quim clenched up and squirted her juices all over him, soaking a pardon of his dress shirt he wore.
Hannah lay on the table, gasping for breath as Harry's face dripped from the extent of her orgasm. Hermione had squirted the few times that he had used parseltongue on her – at her suggestion – but he had never had a girl squirt from simple cunnilingus.
“Oh dear, you seem to have spilled your meal on you,” Lady Abbott said, noticing Harry’s very wet face. “Hannah, why don't you show Harry to the bathroom so he can clean up, and then he can have his dessert.”
“Just one moment mother,” Hannah said, still trying to catch her breath.
Harry noticed that this was the first time that either parent had acknowledged Hannah's presence on the table, and further still, the first time that she had talked in the entire encounter so far. Yes, she had moaned rather loudly, but her sexual moans were not in fact talking.
When Hannah seemed to be ready, she slid off of the table and onto Harry's lap, soaking his crotch while giving him a hug and a kiss.
“Thank you, Harry. That was wonderful,” Hannah said, and worked her way off his lap. “Now, follow me.”
Harry followed Hannah out of the dining room and up a set of stairs before leading him into a bathroom. The sink's backsplash and shower walls had medium-sized hexagonal tiles, their color and shape reminiscent of honeycomb. In fact, there were some bees flying around the tiles, quite literally because of their magical nature.
“Hannah, I only have one question. What THE FUCK was that?!”
“Well, my family wanted to thank you after you defeated he-who-must-not-be-named, and we thought that you'd like it. Did you not like it?”
“I did, and you taste wonderful… It was just weird. Eating you out on a dinner table… in public… with your parents watching… and acting like you weren't there. It was all just… a very surreal experience. Even just standing in here with you now is a little weird.”
“I can go get dressed if you want me to.”
“You don't have to. It's just that I never saw anywhere near this much of your skin before, nothing less than tights, a shirt, and a skirt, and now all of a sudden I'm seeing all of you. But it's fine. I'll get used to it.”
“Did you want to clean up while we're in here? You could even have a shower or a second helping of dinner if you wanted.”
“Have you had your dinner yet?” Harry asked teasingly.
“I guess I could go for a quick bite,” Hannah teased back as Harry stripped and stepped into the shower stall.
Once he had the temperature where he wanted it, he turned his back to the spray and beckoned for Hannah to come in. Helping her into the shower and after a chaste kiss, down to her knees, he admired how she looked on her knees – all hazel eyes, blonde hair, and beautiful breasts.
Once Hannah was comfortably settled on her knees, she reached for the cock right in front of her face, blushing as she positioned it so she could take a long lick from his balls to the tip. Staring into her eyes, Harry shuddered at the sensation as her tongue was so much softer and more delicate than his hand, and felt wonderfully teasing.
Hannah went back down to his balls again, this time kissing the both of them before kissing up his shaft. Giving his tip one last slightly open kiss, she returned to his balls, sucking each one of them into her mouth for a few seconds before returning to his cock head. Hannah opened her mouth wide, keeping her eyes on Harry's like she had the entire time so far. The eye contact only increased the eroticism of the moment as Hannah's pastel pink lips wrapped around his cock.
He could feel her tongue moving along the underside of the inch or two that she had taken so far, and slowly threaded his fingers through her now wet hair. Moving his hand to the back of Hannah's head, he took a fistful of hair and slowly pressed her deeper and deeper, until she finally choked from her gag reflex. Harry pulled her mouth all the way off, giving her a few seconds to breathe, then repeated the action, noting how deep she could actually take him before choking.
This time Harry let her choke on his cock head for a second or two before thrusting his hips slightly.
With “brace yourself” as the only warning, Harry slammed her head down even deeper, immediately pulling her head back until only his tip was still inside, letting her take a breath through her nose before slamming her back down and repeating the cycle. Soon a rhythm had built up between them, Harry fucking Hannah's mouth as her tearful eyes stared up at his.
Hannah's skin glistened beautifully beneath him, wet from the indirect spray, trailing drops over a toned stomach and between wonderfully round breasts. The sight of her beauty paired with his domination of her, a beautiful domination, was too much for Harry, and in less time than he hoped to be able to enjoy it, he was cumming in her mouth.
A few seconds later, Hannah was showing Harry all the cum that she had gathered in her mouth, and with a wink she swallowed it all. A few drops dribbled out onto her breasts during this, but it made it all the more erotic, and identified a future target for his cum if he got the chance.
“Well, should we go find your desert?” Hannah asked as she stood up.
“Only if I can towel you off,” Harry replied.
“You can, but I'm toweling you off in exchange.”
“Deal.”