Exploring Desires (Completed)

The Vauxhall Astra in police livery pulled up to the curb, and a moment later PCSO Diane Carver of the Surrey Police emerged. She was a stern looking woman,

with short black hair closely cropped to her neck. Her uniform did little to conceal an athletically fit and trim body. She marched up to the door of Number

Four Privet drive, and rang the bell. A few moments later, Vernon Dursley opened the door.

"Can we help you, officer?" Vernon asked.

"Yes... I need to speak with a Harry Potter. He lives at these premises, does he not?" Officer asked. Vernon's fat face gained a grin that threatened to

split it apart.

"Oh yes! Yes! Just a moment... BOY! GET DOWN HERE!"

Harry soon arrived at the door, looking a bit confused. "Yes Uncle Vernon?"

"Mr. Potter?" Officer said. Harry nodded. "Good. I'm Officer, I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Is he under arrest?" Vernon asked with quite a bit of hope. Diane raised a prim and intimidating eyebrow at the man, which made him back off a bit.

"No, I merely wanted to question him. There are a few things about the neighborhood I was asked to look into by one of your neighbors, Mr. Dursley," she

said, eyes narrowing slightly at Vernon. She looked over at Harry and her gaze softened a little.

"This is merely questioning, Mr. Potter, I assure you. You have been charged with no crimes whatsoever."

Harry looked at his relatives, and then at the policewoman. Few hours at the Dursleys, few hours at a police station.

"All right, let's go."

Not exactly a tough choice, he reflected, as he allowed himself to be led to Officer's car. He sat in front, and Officer started the Astra up, driving

off.

"So, what's this about, Officer?" Harry asked. Diane glanced at Harry.

"Please wait until we arrive," she said. Harry nodded, and looked out the window as the buildings passed by. Eventually they stopped at a small house some

block away. Harry looked over at the Officer in confusion.

"Step out of the car," Diane ordered. Harry obeyed, and waited by the car until Diane got out.

"Follow me," she said, and headed for the door. A bit confused, Harry nevertheless followed.

"Er..."

"It's my car," she answered, as though knowing what he was going to say.

"Yes ma'am," Harry said. Diane opened the door and entered the house. Harry followed.

"Go into the living room, please," Diane ordered. Harry nodded, and walked in. He froze when he heard the door shut and lock behind him. He turned around.

"Ah... Officer, what's this all about...?" Harry asked.

The policewoman smiled at him, and pulled her hat off.

"This questioning is in regards to some... Remarks a Miss Ruth Tylor has been making at the local coffee shop, an establishment I often frequent," she

said, taking a step towards him. Harry found himself taking a step back.

"Ah... Yes?"

"Regarding certain... Skills the nephew of one Vernon and Petunia Dursley at Number Four Privet Drive possesses," Diane continued, removing her gloves

next. Her jacket slid off next, dropped carelessly on the floor as she stepped closer. Harry stepped back again.

"Um... Y-Yeah...?" Harry got out, feeling both extremely nervous and very, very aroused. Officer unbuttoned her blouse a few buttons, and then shook her

shoulders, letting the garment slide off a bit as she pushed Harry further into the room.

"Regarding, what was it she said...?" The woman said aloud, undoing her belt and letting it drop to the floor, leaving her regulation skirt still on. She

closed the distance between herself and Harry with a smile. Harry felt himself hitting a couch or something on the back of his legs, literally and figuratively

as Officer ran her finger over his chest.

"Oh yes... Your ability to shag her cross-eyed... Over and over and over again," Diane purred. "Your cooperation in this... Investigation would be most

appreciated, Mr. Potter..."

Harry's mouth almost fell to the floor.

"Mr. Potter, you don't seem to be concentrating very well on our... mmmmm... Investigation," Diane purred gently.

The hot, very athletic, curvaceous brunette pushed Harry hard back on the couch, then set her very toned backside right next where his backside landed.

"You are okay with this... right?"

Harry just flushed and couldn't take his eyes from her hot body. He'd fucked the other hot housewives around the neighborhood and now he just couldn't

wait to into the panties of this hot one and fuck her crossed eyed until she couldn't take it any more! But for the moment he was practically taken of

guard by her sudden word

"Oh, yeah... Officer..." he managed to murmur. "Very okay with this..."

She glanced at Harry's crotch, feeling her pussy creaming under her police uniform skirt as she saw the enormous hard-on throbbing blatantly in his jeans.

He sure was something and everything the girls said he would be... something Diane had been getting none of lately. She was sure she could interest young

Harry in helping her out of her frustrating predicament. She'd always been an extremely horny woman, so horny that her husband had divorced her simply

because he couldn't keep up with her constant demands for sex.

Since then, Diane had been masturbating several times every day. She knew she was more than pretty enough to snare virtually any man she wanted. Her short

black hair gave her a girlish look, and she knew she looked far, far too young to be in her early thirties. Diane was very athletic, thanks to her job,

but her tits were quite big, and men always stared at her pert ltoned ass when she wore clinging pants on the street... off duty of course.

She'd sampled quite a few of the men who'd drooled over her, actually, but increasingly she'd found that her sexual tastes ran to younger studs like Harry.

Well, he was the youngest she would have, but young enough. Diane's pussy ached as she sat beside him now, staring at the obviously large hard-on stretching

his pants. If she fucked Harry, she was sure she would have the time of her life... at least thats what her girlfriends told her. She knew it was horrible

to fuck someone so young, but her conscience hadn't been able to influence her pussy ever since she found out about his... prowess. More and more, recently,

she'd masturbated to thoughts of his handsome young body, and to the fantasy of him fucking her hot, juicy, tight cunt.

"Good," Diane said, wiggling closer to him on the couch. "You know, I don't usually do this, but when I found out about you from the girls, I just couldn't

resist."

"Well, you... " Harry hesitated, licking his lips nervously. "You took me by surprise..."

"You really like doing it, huh?"

Harry reddened and squirmed on the couch. Diane stared pointedly at the boy's bulging prick.

"That's quite a big hard-on you have there, Harry," she said easily.

She looked into his eyes.

"You're really horny even after fucking so much in the last days?"

Harry still felt awkwardly a bit. "I... I guess."

I can see that for myself, Diane thought. She stared at his hard-on, watching the boy's formidable cock-bulge pulse obscenely through the tightly-stretched

denim of his jeans. By then the dark headed officer's pussy was so wet that she could feel the crotch of her bikini panties sticking to her cunt. Impulsively,

Diane dropped her hand to his crotch, hungrily squeezing his hard prick.

"Oh!" Harry's eyes bulged. "Oh, Officer!"

"It's awfully stiff, Mr. Potter," Diane purred.

She ran her fingers up and down his cockshaft, measuring its length and thickness through the boy's jeans.

"Mmmm, and it feels like a nice big one, too. Why don't you take it out and show it to me, Mr. Potter?"

Harry just sat there and looked at her, too surprised to move. Giggling at his inexperience, Diane slid off the couch and knelt in front of him. Quickly

she undid his belt and yanked down his zipper. Harry's stiff cock throbbed harder as he helped her by raising his hips. Diane yanked his pants down, pulling

them off over his smoothly muscled young thighs in one smooth motion. She gasped at the sight of his naked cock.

"Oh, Mr. Potter! It's so big and hard!"

Diane eagerly wrapped her fingers around the boy's erection, sighing as she felt his hot cock-flesh pulsing in her fist. She jacked it slow and hard, making

milky drops of cock-juice ooze out of his flared cock-knob. Diane couldn't stand it any longer. Suddenly her head dive-bombed onto his crotch, sucking

in the first several inches of his gorgeous young prick.

"Ooooooh! Officer!"

Harry looked down at the hot officer dazedly, his mouth sagging open as he watched her slurp hungrily on his throbbing prick. Diane's right hand clung

to the base of his cock, lovingly jacking and milking it. She forced her face farther down onto his crotch, until over a third of his hard-on stretched

her lips. Then the horny police woman started sucking the youth's big cock extremely hard, laving his cock-knob with her tongue, lapping up his drooling

pre-cum.

"Unnnghhhh! Oh, fuck!" Harry dropped his hands, curling his fingers in her red hair. "That feels so good, Officer!" He started grinding his hips off the

couch, fucking his cock between her ovaled lips. "Unngghhh! Oh shit, suck it harder! I wanna cum in your mouth!"

Diane loved the taste of spewing jizz, and it would have gratified her immensely to suck Harry to orgasm and swallow every drop of the boy's squirting

cum. But Harry was obviously very potent, and it had always been a special fantasy of hers to tease a young stud until his cock was practically ready to

explode.

She wasn't going to swallow his cum this time, as much as she would have loved to have a bellyful of jizz. No, she was just going to suck and slurp and

jack his prick until it was positively aching. Then she'd get to see how hard he'd beg to fuck the piss out of her horny cunt.

Panting through her nostrils, Diane started sucking Harry's throbbing cock as hard as she could. Her cheeks reddened with the intensity of her cock-sucking,

the flush setting off her face. She tightened her fingers around the root of his prick, jacking his young horse hard-on so fast that her fist was almost

a blur on his cockshaft. The slurping, gurgling sounds of the blow-job echoed loudly in the large room. Harry moaned and writhed, his cock swelling to

full, burning stiffness between her sucking lips.

Sensing that he was close to cumming, Diane made herself drag her lips off his throbbing prick. She giggled mischievously at Harry's anguished expression,

then gasped at how wildly his huge cock throbbed and quivered over his hard, muscular young stomach.

"Please keep sucking," Harry moaned. "Please, Officer. I was about to cum!"

"I know you were, honey. But I want you to fuck me and cum in my pussy instead. You'd like that better than cumming in my mouth, wouldn't you?"

Harry could only nod his head, his eyes were between her creamy thighs. The hem of her short shirt had ridden up to her crotch, provocatively revealing

the moist, panty-encased mound of her cunt.

Diane climbed back onto the couch, twisting sideways so that she was facing Harry with her back braced on the padded armrest. She lifted one long, slender,

toned leg, kicking off her sandal as she tossed it over the back of the couch. The other leg slid down to the floor. Staring at her young lover's throbbing

cock, Diane pulled her skirt up to her belly, letting him see the dark bush of her tight juicy pussy through her panties.

"See how wet I am, Harry?" Diane purred. "My pussy got so wet that it soaked right through my panties." She pouted her lips playfully. "Would you be a

good boy, Harry, and help me get them off?"

Harry immediately lunged at her, his fingers shaking as he tried to yank off her panties. Diane giggled and squirmed on the couch, teasing him by making

it as difficult as she could. But finally the panties were on the floor and Harry found himself gazing hungrily at the juice trimmed curls fringing the

woman's small, wet, pouty-lipped cunt. Like a young bull, he immediately tried to mount her, aiming his pulsing cockhead at her gaping fuck-hole. But Diane

just grinned and pushed him away before he could get his prick-knob into her cunt.

"Unnh, unh! Not so fast, Tiger!" she purred.

"Why not?"

" 'Cause I want you to lick it first." Diane whispered. "I know my pussy's already wet, but you've got such an awfully big cock, baby. I want you to lick

my little cunt and make it nice and happy before you introduce it to your prick."

Harry didn't look as disappointed as she'd thought he'd be, and Diane happily realized it was because he was secretly dying to lick her horny, musky-smelling

pussy. Hurriedly, the boy slid down between her legs, sprawling on his stomach on the couch. Diane groaned as she felt the pressure of his young lips on

her gooey cuntslit. Tentatively, the youth thrust out his tongue, pushing it deep up inside her cunt.

"Oh, God! That feels so good," Diane whimpered, wiggling her ass. "Harry, have you ever licked a pussy before?"

"A few," Harry grinned.

"Good." Diane spread her legs wider, sliding her hand down to open her throbbing pussy with her fingers. "I'm sure you'll love my taste, darling. It's

good for you."

Tentatively at first, then with growing eagerness, Harry sluiced his tongue up and down between the horny woman's swollen pussy-lips. Diane gasped, fighting

back the urge to hump her ass up in a frenzy off the couch. She held her cuntlips open with one hand, and pushed the other firmly on the back of young

Harry's head, holding his mouth on her cunt.

"Uuuuhh, yeahhh! Lick it, Harry!" she cried excitedly. "You like that, don't you? Does my hot pussy taste good?"

Harry didn't answer. He was too busy licking and lapping, greedily tonguing the tasty, musky-smelling fuck oils from the throbbing depths of her cunt.

Diane's clit was getting very swollen now, tingling and aching, protruding at the top of her glistening-wet pussy-slit.

"The little bump at the top..." she gasped, fighting to control her voice. "My clit, baby. Please Harry, I'm so horny now. Please suck my clit for me,

Harry. Please, I really need to cum!"

Harry obediently pushed his tongue higher, sliding it experimentally around the erect bud of her clit. Diane moaned loudly, digging her fingernails into

the back of his neck, fighting again to keep herself from humping madly off the couch.

"Oh, that feels wonderful!" she cried. "Lick it good, baby! Oh, shit, suck it for me, honey! Suck my horny little clit!"

Harry eagerly lapped and licked her swollen clit bud, pushing it from side to side with his tongue until Diane's hips were squirming uncontrollably on

the couch. Then he wrapped his lips around it, instinctively knowing just how hard to suck it, puckering his cheeks. Diane clawed his neck with both hands

down, twisting and wriggling her blushing asscheeks helplessly on the couch.

"Put your fingers in my pussy!" she cried, her voice cracking with passion. "Please finger-fuck me, Harry! My cunt's so hot! Oh, please, I need to cum

real bad!"

Harry stiffened two fingers and slid them into the wet, clasping interior of the dark headed police woman's pussy. He felt her cunt-muscles contracting

tightly around them, as if welcoming them into her body. Harry sucked her clit and finger-fucked her pussy fast and hard, pumping his knuckles against

the puffy, richly-furred outer lips of her clinging cunt. She was surprisingly tight, and Harry couldn't wait to replace his fingers with his cock and

fuck this sexy police woman's brains out!

"Suck my pussy, you gorgeous hunk!" Diane cried, grimacing and twisting her head ecstatically from side to side on the couch. "Oh, fuck! I'm cumming now!

Suck me, honey! Suck meeeeee! Ahhhh, fuck. I'm cumming! Cummmiinnggg!"

Harry kept sucking and finger-fucking her throbbing, spasming pussy, guiding her through the delicious contractions of her orgasm. Then, when her cries

of passion finally died down and her hips stopped hunching up into his face, Harry rose to his knees between Diane's spread-eagled thighs, licking her

pussy-juice from his glistening lips.

Diane stared hungrily at his hard-on. His giant prick looked incredibly stiff now, engorged with blood and bloated to a lurid deep-red. Diane's pussy throbbed

again as she imagined the boy's formidable weapon piercing her cunt and his hot young spunk spraying hotly into her belly as he came inside her.

"All right, Harry," she purred, teasingly wiggling her hips at him. "I guess you want your reward now, don't you? You want to fuck my hot, wet little pussy,

right baby?"

Harry nodded swiftly. Diane giggled and spread her legs even wider, lifting her knees until they were over against shoulders, completely opening her creamy

pussy-hole for the first thrust of the boy's virile young cock.

"Okay, baby. You got me all wet and juicy for your prick. Now you can fuck me just as hard as you want!"

Harry swiftly mounted her, looming over the police woman's lush, sexy body, his huge cock throbbing and jerking directly above her gaping pussy-slit. Holding

the base of his prick in his fist, he inserted the fat, bloated head into her juice-filled opening and pushed hard. Diane grimaced and bit her lip as the

boy's huge cock started plowing into her pussy, spreading her pouting cunt-lips wide around the invading thickness of his young monster prick.

"Oh, Mr. Potter! You're so damn big, baby!"

Diane started humping as soon as he had his cock inside her, eagerly pumping her gooey little pussy onto his long, hard teenage fuckshaft. Harry let his

arms bend, crushing her tits under his chest as he sprawled on top of her. Deeper and deeper and deeper, his huge prick pushed, until the horny police

woman thought she could feel it all the way up her belly. Harry wiggled his hips, making his hard-on spear to the depths of the woman's gaping fuckhole.

Finally it was fully stuffed up her clinging, throbbing cunt, every inch of his young cock impaled in her hungry cunt-slit.

"Oooooooh!" Diane draped her ankles over his shoulders, humping her ass off the couch like a bitch in heat. "I love it, baby! Your big cock is making me

so horny! Unh, unh, unh! Fuck my cunt, lover, fuck my hot cunt! Do it hard! Do it just as hard as you can!"

Harry feverishly started humping and grinding, panting on her shoulder as he stroked his long, hard prick in and out of her juicy cunt. Diane's pussy was

so wet that she could hear the frothy fuck-hole squishing audibly around his fuckshaft, sucking hungrily on the pumping length of his prick. Harry clenched

his ass muscles as the woman's tight, clinging fuckhole milked the pulsing hardness of his young cock. He slid his hands down, clawing the sides of her

humping ass-globes. He started fucking into her burning pussy faster and deeper, ramming her ass onto the couch with every pelvis-jarring stroke of his

big, throbbing prick.

"Fuck my cunt! Unggghh! Harder, lover, harder, fuck my horny little cunt!"

Diane's pretty face was now very red, and her lips were pulled back to bare her teeth. She humped her ass as fast as she could, groaning obscenely every

time she hunched her impaled pussy to the very root of the boy's cock.

"Is my pussy tight enough for you, baby?" she panted, humping faster and faster. "Is it? Am I as tight as the other pussies you've fucked?"

"Ooooh, yeahhh!" Harry moaned. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Then fuck me faster, lover!" Diane cried, her voice rising into a wail. "I want to cum, too! Unnnggghhhh, please, fuck me hard! Faster, faster, fuck my

little pussy just as hard as you can!"

The sweat beaded on the horny youth's forehead. He gripped her ass tightly, ramming his cum-laden cock into her gooey pussy as fast as he could. Diane

humped to meet his strokes, again hearing her drippy fuck-slit sucking wetly around his cockshaft. Then she felt the spasming start deep inside her cunt,

and she knew she was on the verge of another hard cum.

"Fuck it! Fuck, my pussy...uuuuhhnnhh...ram that cock in there... fuck my horny pussy! " she gasped, blubbering out the words. "I'm cumming! Ahhh, shit,

cumming, cummiiinnngggg!"

Harry kept ramming his huge cock into her, shuddering as the jism bloated up his balls. Then his mammoth prick started spewing out his fuck-juice in mid-stroke,

spraying a fountaining load of cum deep inside the horny woman's cunt. Diane shrieked as she felt the sticky sperm blasting into her pussy, the gushing

torrent reaching the innermost depths of her womb. Again and again, his young, throbbing prick jetted cum, soothing her burning pussy walls with a hot

tide of teenage spunk.

"Keep fucking me, Harry!" Diane cried. Her hips gyrated madly beneath him as she humped her ass in a frenzy, pounding her juicy, sucking cunt again and

again on his cum-squirting cock. "Shoot it all out, baby! Cum in me!... Oh, sweet baby! Yessss! Cum in my cunt!"

Harry kept fucking her as fast as he could, moaning into Diane's shoulder as his twitching prick squirted out the last sticky drops of cock-juice. Then

he collapsed on top of her, his cock still throbbing hard as he buried it up her cunt one final time. Diane made a gentle cooing sound, and gently stroked

his hair. Her tight, horny pussy continued to reflexively spasm and suck on his buried length, lovingly milking the aching stiffness of the boy's spent

prick.

Then she felt something that usually didn't happen with the other lovers she had. "Holly cow, you're still hard?" she squilled.

Harry just grinned at her and started fucking her again.

Slowly, he began to work his hips back and forth, sending his cock plowing in and out of her hot, clutching cunt.

It was so different this time, she thought, as he lovingly sawed his cock in and out of her slippery chute. The first time had been fucking, but this time

it was making love.

As they made love, she could feel the strength of his thrusts growing. Although he was still fucking her with slow deliberation, he was doing it with force,

driving his cock as deep inside her hot oven as he could before withdrawing it and shoving it inside her again. In and out, in and out, in and out it went.

She couldn't get over the wonderful feeling of having her cunt wrapped around his beautiful cock as he lovingly fucked her. Not to mention the hot kisses

they shared during all that time...

Both of them were oblivious to the time and a half hour slipped by without their notice as his hips slowly drove his cock into her hungry cunt. Then, almost

imperceptibly, Diane felt him begin to quicken the pace. Delighting in the feel of his monstrous penis stroking her toward another orgasm, she lifted her

long, shapely legs off the couch and wrapped them around his waist. Now as he fucked her, she could feel his big, round butt bump up against her heels

every time he drew back...

Giddy with happiness, she slipped her hands down to where his cock was sliding in and out of her slippery cunt. She explored the sloppy wetness of their

union with her fingers and found that they were both covered with her juices. Then her fingers found his thick, wet cock as it slid out of her, spreading

her wet stickiness all over everything. She could even hear the wet slap of his balls as they spanked her upturned butt...

An hour passed as their coupling continued. Ever so slowly though, Diane could feel the tempo increase as he fucked her faster and faster until he was

driving his cock into her cunt with a vengeance.

Brutally assaulting Diane's tender little cunt with his battering ram of a cock, he fucked her harder and harder. Harder and harder, faster and faster,

in and out, in and out went his cock as she dug her heels into his butt urging him on to new heights.

Diane could feel it now. Her fourth or fifth orgasm was almost upon her. Grunting and straining, she fought to grasp it and let it consume her with its

delightful ecstasy.

Suddenly, without any more warning, it burst upon her, filling her again with pleasure and joy.

As her body was wracked with the rapture of the moment, her tight, hot pussy clamped around his pistoning cock. But the power of his thrusts couldn't be

overcome and he didn't slow his attack on her in the least. Her mind flew higher and higher, reaching for the crest of her climax while her body remained

behind to be fucked by her bestfriend.

He wasn't ready to fill her with his love seed yet, she thought as his cock continued to hammer in and out of her spasming cunt but that was okay. She

didn't care because she was floating high above the earth, high on the drug of pleasure.

Her body writhed and shook as she beat her fists beat against the couch. Her legs tensed and strained, shoving her cunt up into his thrusting cock as he

continued to pound it into her. His cock continued to violate her inner sanctum over and over again while she cried out in pleasure.

Even above the swirling exultation of her orgasm inside her head, she could hear obscene slaps of his belly crashing against hers as he mercilessly drove

his cock into her.

The contractions of her orgasm grew fainter and fainter until they were replaced by the pleasure of his cock rubbing back and forth against her clitoris.

Slowly regaining her senses, she could already feel another orgasm gathering inside of her battered and abused cunt. Maybe he had fucked her so long, he

had broken something down there, she groaned to herself. It seemed like they had been fucking for hours and hours.

Wrapping her legs around his waist again, she raked her hot, steaming cunt back and forth feverishly as she fought to reach the next mind-boggling orgasm.

"COME ON, COME ON, FUCK IT, FUCK ME HARD," she cried, her hands clasping his bounding butt, pushing and pulling his hips back and forth franticly as she

dug her heels into his bounding ass, urging him on like a jockey straining for the finish line.

"I NEED ANOTHER ONE, ANOTHER ONE, FUCK ME HARD."

Harry had fucked so long, he had reached his edge of his physical limits. His cock was slashing in and out of Diane's ravenous cunt with such ferocity

that it threatened to fracture her pelvic bones. Still she begged for more as his belly shook like half-hardened jelly every time he drove his cock into

her insatiable gulch.

"HARDER, HAARRDDEERR, HAAARRRDDDEEERRR," she screeched, begging him for more.

Drawing on his last available store of energy, Harry sent his cock blasting into her so hard that she was literally being scooted across the bed each time

he thrust himself into her. At last, when neither of them could endure any more, Harry thrust his penis into her with such force, he drove her up the couch

a whole foot.

"YOU DID IT, YOOOUUU DDDIIIDDDD ITTTTTT!" Diane screamed. "OH MY GAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDD!"

"OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK," she chattered as another orgasm consumed her.

Her body was a quivering mass of muscle and overloaded nerves as she shook and convulsed below him.

Holding her pinned to the bed with his brick hard cock, Harry rested as she writhed and squirmed below him.

Diane had no control over her hands as they crawled all over his body, clawing and scratching at him frantically. Her long muscular legs rose and fell

erratically, sliding up and down his body, rubbing against him from his knees all the way up to his arms as she growled and panted like a cat in heat.

Sweat poured out of her pores as she was thrown about on the waves of another gigantic climax. Battling to stay atop the waves and not be drowned in the

pure joy of it all she cried out for her bestfriend to save her.

Then suddenly, like being washed up on the shore, the climax ended and she felt herself go limp as her arms and legs dropped to the bed lifelessly.

Revived by the momentary cessation of motion, Harry slowly eased his cock back out of her numb pussy. Sliding it back down the drenched chute, he stopped

when only his big, round dick-head remained inside the seething entrance of her cunt.

Then with all his might, he humped his cock into her, driving it all the way to the hilt in one mighty lunge.

"UNNNNNHHHHHhhhhh," she grunted as his cock ripped into her softness.

Again, he slowly withdrew his cock and sent it rocketing back into her with such ferocity that she was being squashed up against the armrest of the couch.

Again he withdrew his hardness and drove it back into her violently.

She couldn't believe the savagery of his assault. Although her cunt had been numb only moments before, the brutal attack had revived the feeling inside

it. Each time his cock tore into her soft, meaty gash, she felt feelings that were part pain, part excitement, and part pure pleasure so intense it was

beginning to mask all other feelings. She wanted it to continue, but her head was starting to hurt from being shoved into the armrest.

"Wait, Please, Wait, Just A Minute," she gasped breathlessly.

"What, UNNNNNNHHHHHh," he grunted, as he drove his cock into her again, sending her head crashing into the armrest.

"You're beating my brains out against the armrest," she groaned, "Let me scoot down a little, then you can fuck me all night."

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

Pulling his hips back, his cock slipped out of her weeping gash. Backing away from her on his hands and knees, he kept going until his feet were hanging

over the edge of the couch. Rubbing her head, Diane slid down under him, letting her long, tawny legs drape over his calves. Reaching down between them,

she quickly found his drenched cock and hurriedly guided it back to her hungry socket. Feeling the head of his cock slip into her, he eased the entire

length of his thick, meaty slab of stone back into her with one easy thrust.

He immediately began to saw his cock in and out of her in an easy, slow motion. In and out, in and out, it went.

"Do it like before," she urged him. "Fuck me hard and soft like before. I was about to come again. Please, hard and soft."

Pulling his hips back as far as he dared to, Harry sent his hardness knifing back deep inside the mushy core of her softness, impaling her all the way

to the hilt. Gently easing it back each time, he repeated the attack over and over again, each time a little more violently.

"OH, YES, THAT'S IT, OH, YESSUUUNNGGGGHHHH, THAT'S IT, OH YES," she praised him between each savage thrust. "THAT'S ITTTUNNNNNNGHGHHGH, OH, FUCKING YES,

FUUUCKKKK IT."

She gloried in the feel of his mighty penis raping her vulnerable softness. Each titanic blow drove her nearer to the edge of yet another orgasmic cataclysm.

The force of their bodies smashing together sounded like a mallet hitting a piece of meat as they fucked. Again and again, he speared her all the way to

the hilt. At last, he pulled back and held himself back for the longest time, as it preparing for the final assault. Suddenly, he ripped his steel hard

cock into her so hard he lifted her hips up off the bed.

"MY FUCKKKKIIINNNNNNGGGG PUSSSSSSSYYYYY ISSSS OOOOONNN FFFIRRRRE," she screamed, as she felt his prick finally erupt inside her, drenching her cunt with

his overheated cum. "YOUUUR STUFFFFFF ISSSS BUURRRNIINNGGGG MYYYYYYY PUUUUSSSSSYYYYY."

She could feel his cock bulge out and then spurt inside her, over and over again, as the mighty engine spewed gusher after gusher of its creamy white cum

out into her overflowing cunt.

Harry could feel Diane's tight, hot cunt lock down on him, squeezing and milking him for all it was worth as she rocked off into another orgasm, but all

he could think of was his own spurting cock. He was no longer a boy. His was a giant penis spewing out its hot, toxic load into Diane's wondrous cunt.

He could feel his balls clench each time before they sent another load of frothy semen blasting down the long fleshy tube running along the bottom of his

cock. He could feel the stream of hot jism ripping along the barrel and bursting out the tiny eye in the center of his cock-head, pouring out and quickly

filling her tight little cunt with his potent seed. Within seconds, he had pumped her full of cum again as it began to gush out of her, down onto the couch

between her lovely legs making a large, sloppy pool of cum.

Her body was locked in a gigantic spasm as he slipped his dick back out a little and drove it back into her with such force, little shock waves coursed

through her tensed muscles. The instant his cock reached its limit, it shot another hot load of creamy cum into her overheated socket.

Again he pulled back and sent his cock ripping back into her to deposit another rich load of semen into her garden. Again and again, he withdrew and drove

his cock back into her again until their groins were drenched in their overflow. Both of them were coated with the broth of love that had been created

with the overflow of his rich creamy cum mixed with her fragrant, syrupy juices.

Lastly, he thrust himself into her one last time. His cock bucked and sent out one last gigantic gusher of cum into her battered cunt. Finished and drained,

he felt Diane's whole body relax. Dropping down, exhausted and too tired to move, he just lay there as he felt his cock shrivel back down her bruised channel

of love.

"I've never, whew, I've never had it that, uhhhh, never had it that good," he finally panted, lifting his leg over hers and pulling his lifeless cock out

of her.

Groaning, he rolled over beside her.

"Nine times, nine times," she murmured, "Can you believe it, nine times. I never will be able to top this. It's been awesome. I don't care if I do go to

hell for it, at least I had a few hours of heaven with you."

Several hours of "investigation" later, Harry was laying on the couch, once more, with an attractive woman curled up contentedly against him.

"Mmmm..." Diane nuzzled his cheek. Harry smiled and leaned his head against hers.

"So... How was that...?" Harry asked softly. Diane chuckled throatily.

"Mmhmhmhm... Beyond my expectations, Mr. Potter," she responded.

"... Might be a strange question, but... Why me?" Harry asked. Officer Carver was silent for a moment, her fingers playing with his hair for a moment before

responding.

"We all get lonely, Mr. Potter... You strike me as someone who knows this very well," she murmured. Harry turned his head to look her in the eyes. He smiled,

a bit self-consciously.

"Yeah... I know, Officer," Harry said.

She smiled back. "Call me Diane while we're spooning, Harry."

"So... I only call you Officer during sex?" Harry asked with a small grin.

"That's right Mister," Diane murmured, kissing his lips playfully. She turned and stretched her arms over her head with closed eyes and a soft groan. She

felt cold steel close around her wrists, and her eyes snapped open. She looked at her wrists, now bound by handcuffs. She looked over at Harry, who was

grinning.

"Oh, you cheeky bastard," Carver said with a smirk.

"That's Mr. Potter during sex, Diane," Harry returned, using her bound wrists to pull her into another kiss.

Bright and early next morning, Vernon Dursley's doorbell rang. Grumbling a bit, he got up from the breakfast table and got to the door. To his great disappointment,

his nephew was there with Officer Carver.

"So, nothing to the claims huh?" Vernon grunted, with great disappointment.

"There was... Quite a lot to them, but nothing that warrants any further action," Carver drawled. "However, I may need to question Mr. Potter in the future...

We have a number of activities in this area. He could be of great use to us..."

Vernon harumphed. "Very well... Go on and get breakfast, you lazy brat, or you get nothing!"

"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry replied with a small smile. He gave Officer Carver a smile, which she returned, before he entered the house. He glanced out the

kitchen window to watch her go... And shivered a little as she swung her handcuffs around on her fingers, quite deliberately.

Hermione Granger did not usually eavesdrop on people. She prided herself on her sense of discretion, she's wasn't some kind of nosy busybody like Parvati

and Lavender.

However, when the name "Harry" came up in a conversation being held in the Grimmauld Place library, she couldn't help but stop to listen.

"I'm telling you Sirius, at this rate, your godson's going to kill himself," Tonks said. Hermione's eyes flew wide, and she pressed her ear against the

door. Harry was in trouble?

"Well, he is at that age..." Sirius said. Hermione's jaw dropped. He sounded like he was trying not to laugh! Harry committing suicide was a source of

amusement?

"He's going through three, four, sometimes five of them a day, Sirius," Tonks said. "I swear, he's like a machine!"

"Oh, so you've been peeping on him then?" Sirius teased, some pride in his voice.

"I-I have not!" Tonks sputtered. "I'm just doing my job!"

"And getting a little enjoyment out of it, hm?"

Tonks coughed. "Well... Maybe a little... I mean... Is that normal, Sirius? He's like... Like this!"

Sirius whistled. "Well... Considering the stress he's been under, it's not surprising he's been going off like this." He growled. "Dumbledore's policy's

probably driving him crazy... And hey, there are few better ways of alleviating stress than this..."

"The amount of stress he's been relieving is bloody incredible," Tonks said in awe.

"Interested?"

"... Maybe a little... Though I've heard he's kind of taken."

"By who? Hermione? Nah, she wouldn't be interested in him... Not quite mature enough for that, I'd expect," Sirius said.

Hermione bristled. Not mature enough? She wasn't the one letting Harry do something dangerous and-and thinking it was a good thing! Who knew what he could

be doing!

She turned and stormed off to get her things. She knew enough of Harry's history to find where he lived, and she was going to help him, Dumbledore's orders

be damned!

Jennifer and Gwendolyn Green really hated their names. Their mother, recent immigrant to the UK, had thought that having rhyming nicknames in English would

be cute, and hence the Song sisters were known as Gwen and Jen.

Growing up half-South Korean in Surrey in the United Kingdom was not the easiest thing in the world, especially when you were both quite intelligent and

were happy to prove it. They too had gone through primary school isolated and alone, but their attempts to befriend fellow outcasts, such as one Harry

Potter, had been met by bullying and intimidation.

Still, that the little boy kept going through life despite the atrocious treatment of his relatives had been a bit of an inspiration to the two lonely

girls. Mythological heroes who prevailed over their challenges were the bread and butter of Ben, and Jen simply couldn't tolerate injustice. Their father

had gone to the police a number of times after their mother insisted he look into things, but he'd always come back without a memory of their request.

So, as the years went by, the Green sisters couldn't help but look at Harry Potter out of frustration... And then a different kind of frustration when

he returned from that strange school of his at the age of sixteen. He seemed so alone, so broody and dark.

Jen, who had gotten into the emerging punk scene at secondary school, found his pain to be rather attractive, while Gwen just wanted to comfort him...

Preferably with her body.

"I can't believe this," sighed Gwen as she stared wistfully out the bedroom window of Number 5 Privet Drive. "He's being worked out there... Shirtless...

In this sweltering heat..." Her eyes glazed over a bit.

"Yeah..." Jen was looking herself over in the twins' full length mirror, tightening her largely black leather outfit's straps. "We need to get him away

from there..."

"Like, calling the police?" Gwen asked. She huffed. "That never works..." She may have been the "good twin", but cynicism ran deep despite her more conventional

appearance.

"No, I mean... Getting him over here," Jen emphasized. She turned around and grinned, running her hands through her short cut, spiky black hair. She thought

the pink highlights would be nice and shocking-Her father certainly had disapproved, but his wife had seen to his attitude.

"Like... To...?" Gwen blushed furiously. "But-But-!"

"Oh come on Gwen! A boy like that... He's been at that terrible school for boys all year, after year..." Jen shook her head. "Maybe we can't get him out

of his house, but we can certainly make it more pleasant to be here."

"But which of us...?" Gwen blinked. Jen grinned. Gwen blushed again... But looked thoughtful.

"Well... We do share everything," she said. "But this boy...?"

"Can you imagine something that would make him happier?" Jen asked. She snorted. "Trust me Gwen, twin girls are every man's wildest dream come true..."

"How do you know?" Gwen asked.

"I know things..."

"So, you haven't-?"

"Doesn't matter," Jen snorted. "What matters is that I know what to do..."

"Once we get him here," Gwen retorted. "How do we do that?"

Jen rested a hand on Gwen's shoulder, and pointed outside. Gwen stared as the woman at Number Eight Privet Drive, Mrs. Ayola, walked up and smiled at Harry

across the fence.

"Every day he goes off to fix someone's something, or do a chore," Jen said. "And his relatives send him off because they seem to enjoy working him like

an mule." She grinned. "We just need him over to... Fix something."

"Ohhh..." Gwen nodded enthusiastically. She then grinned as she looked over the furniture.

"I know just what needs to be fixed, too..."