Brooms and Cocks ch.25

Harry Potter stood amidst the chaos as everyone packed into the shuttles that would take them to the train station. His stepmom, the one he was waiting for, hadn't come out of the house with Eleonora, and he was growing increasingly anxious. He had hoped to have a confident mom by his side, especially since Eleonora had more influence with the owners than the two of them combined.

"Harry, the drivers told me we have to leave now; the train won't wait for us."

"Where are they?" Harry snapped, glancing at the villa.

At that moment, his mom leaned out of the upstairs window, wrapped in a white robe. She waved when she spotted him and called out, "Eleonora is letting me pick something from her wardrobe. Maybe you two could go ahead? She said we'll follow behind. Don't worry; we'll be there!"

Hermione patted Harry's shoulder as he grumbled in frustration, but there was nothing he could do about it. There was no time to rush and herd the couple downstairs, and he wasn't even sure if they would listen to him. Sometimes a leader had to know when to trust others and when it was time to loosen their control.

"We'll manage without them," Hermione said, completely trusting Harry as they boarded the shuttle.

Narrow streets filled with sights as they traversed the small town. The train station looked like something out of a 1950s movie, and Harry prayed the train wouldn't be the same. They had hired all the cars, and their people piled into them, excited by the sight of the countryside and Monaco. Harry took the back carriage with Hermione and pulled out his speech and notes, starting the process of reviewing everything before they arrived.

"Everyone except your mom and Eleonora is on board," Hermione said as she slid into the seat next to him. "We have three hours until we arrive in Monaco, then a short bus ride to the resort."

"How are the sisters doing? I know they wanted to travel by car and were upset I forced them to come with us."

"They understand the need but are bouncing off the walls with nerves. You should do something about it before we arrive. I also have Amelia here if you need her."

"Where is Amelia?"

"Right here, darling," Harry shook his head in surprise and saw the buxom older woman sitting in the seat behind him, reading an Italian newspaper.

He hadn't even realized she had come and sat behind him, focusing on his speech and other preparations. She set aside the newspaper and reached to massage his shoulders.

"Oh my, you're as tense as a board, Harry. This just won't do."

Her hands worked over his tight muscles as Hermione slipped out of the seat and dashed off with a gleam in her eye. Harry's car was empty except for Amelia and him, and he pushed aside the paperwork, watching the landscapes pass by the windows as her hands eased his tension.

"I thought we could kill three birds with one stone," Hermione said when she returned, leading the sisters in front of her.

"What do you mean, Hermione? I need to go over the electrical reports carefully to make sure there's no feedback in the relays..." The voice of the blonde cut off as she looked at Harry sitting in the back of the car with Amelia massaging his shoulders.

Harry Potter glanced at the pair in front of him, seeing that their stress level almost matched that of the boss. Hermione nudged them. "Let me handle electrical engineering for now... You three find a way to unwind."

From her smile, Harry could infer what Amelia had in mind as she turned to walk away.
"Mhmm, I think I'll stay nearby and keep an eye on the kids... make sure they'll... stay... focused," said Amelia, releasing Harry's arms and sliding off the seat.

The buxom Italian turned Harry's face towards hers and silenced him with a kiss. Soon, he felt two pairs of hands tugging at his shirt and trousers. He pulled the sisters close to him and kissed them.

With the Mediterranean Sea passing on the left and the Alps passing on the right, Harry released the nerves and tension that had been building up all morning. The sisters needed a distraction as much as he did, and Amelia was more than happy to help.

As Harry pushed the wonderful blonde onto the padded seats, kissing them one by one and removing their clothes, the buxom Italian leaned her head out through the sliding doors between the carriages to talk to Hermione. Five minutes later, she returned with a bottle of champagne and four glasses.

Amelia sipped on bubbles, watching as Harry took Gabrielle bent over the seatback. The blonde's cries filled the air, mingling with the sounds of the train and its engine. While Harry was with Gabrielle, Fleur approached Amelia, took a glass of champagne, and sipped her drink, watching Harry with her sister.

Gabrielle couldn't take it anymore; her sensitivity had made itself known after a few small orgasms. Harry pulled the sister towards him, pressing the slender blonde against her sweaty sister and sliding into her dripping pussy. Fleur's screams echoed her sister's from moments before, and warm hands pressed against Harry's buttocks, pushing him deeper into the girl.

"She wants you all, darling," murmured Amelia, placing a hand on Harry's buttocks as she finished her glass. With a wicked smile, she tossed the glass over her shoulder and out the window. Unfazed by it falling down the cliff into the sea below, she grabbed Harry's face, kissing him deeply. Holding the voluptuous woman close, Harry filled Fleur's tight pussy, relishing in the woman's moans as she came again.

The sisters enjoyed learning the art of worshipping cocks from the elegant Italian, but not as much as Harry did, who stood over the trio and watched Amelia train the girls as they sat on either side of her. Turning to one of them, she ran her tongue along the underside, sucked the head with pursed lips, kissed the sister, and reached around the other to draw her from the other side.

Three sets of eyes watched as Harry's cock throbbed to painful stiffness, and though he wanted nothing more than to cover their upturned faces, the leader in him knew he still had a job to do. The girls passed the bottle back and forth, forsaking their glasses, and watched as Harry made love to Amelia slowly and passionately.

The MILF wasn't prepared for the attention I lavished on her body; my cock stretched her as I peeled off her top and bra. I feasted on her sensitive nipples as my hands roamed over her curves, lightly grazing her skin. As I came inside her, filling her womb, she moaned in ecstasy, her skin sticky with sweat, and her hair cascading over her head.

We collapsed on the bench across from the sisters, and I grabbed the still-cold champagne bottle. Taking a healthy sip, I let the cooling breeze caress my sweaty skin, admiring the beauty surrounding me. Not just the women in their breathtaking nudity, but also the green mountains with their white peaks and the surprisingly blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea.

I charged forward towards the most important moment in my life. An event that would set the course not only for me but for all those who depended on me. I should have been nervous or scared, but I felt completely confident, allowing Amelia to snuggle into my side. There were still two hours until we arrived, and from the hungry looks in the sisters' eyes, I knew my task was not yet done.

The train pulled into the station in Monaco, and Harry Potter, Amelia, and the sisters stood by the platform, waving to the paparazzi and curious onlookers. News of the weekend events had spread across the continent, attracting broom fans from all over the world to see the British wizard's new, wild machine.

As expected in Europe, buses weren't readily available upon arrival. Harry was besieged by the press, but he handled it with ease, deflecting their probing questions with the grace his mother had instilled in him during media training.

"Do you really think you'll stand a chance in the race with an untested broom and team?" one reporter scoffed incredulously.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't think so," Harry retorted with a wry smile. "Tonight, you'll see new technology in the power unit and aerodynamic design in the control system. The twig ends still need fine-tuning, but we're working on it."

He winked, signaling his jest, but he saw the reporters eagerly jotting down his words. Deep down, he knew they'd make juicy headlines. "Any more questions?" Hermione asked, noticing the signal from the sisters that the shuttles were ready. "Mr. Potter has time for one more."

"Yes, Frida Schneider from Die Zeit," said the beautiful blonde at the front. "Is it true you spent the evening with Eleonora Zabini? And that she agreed to go out with you?"

A murmur of speculation rippled through the crowd. Harry felt the shock, curiosity, and resentment in their gazes. The blonde had a self-satisfied look, reveling in the stir she had caused.

"I spent the evening at her villa, but the rest... you're mistaken, frauline."

"Perhaps you should contact Ms. Zabini, because I got it straight from her... It'll be in tomorrow's edition."

"We must go now. That's all!" Hermione announced, pulling Harry away from the scene towards the shuttle.

Reporters clamored for additional questions, but Harry didn't respond to any more, allowing Hermione, Amelia, and their team to take him away. Once aboard, with the shuttle doors closed, Hermione cursed.

"That bitch is scheming in case tonight doesn't go as planned!" Hermione cursed, but Harry raised a hand to calm her. "We don't know that yet, and rumors could work in our favor today," Amelia warned.

"None of that matters," Harry said firmly. "Rumors are just rumors."

"Jealousy can be a powerful emotion. If the owners of other teams have reasons not to like you..."

"They've known my cousin since she was a little girl," Amelia scoffed. "They may love her looks and business acumen, but she's too strong-willed and difficult for them. They prefer pretty flowers that don't give them headaches."

"Hermione, let me know when Eleonora and my mother plan to arrive," Harry said. "I'd like to talk to her before anyone else gets a chance."

"Of course, sir," Hermione replied. "There's one more thing your mother wanted me to discuss with you. One of the crews hired by her and a producer have been granted access to the event. She was hoping you'd be free for an interview with her producer."

"Schedule it for after our arrival. The film crew is a distraction from the task, but if all goes well, they'll be worth their weight in gold."

As Harry saw they had nothing else to do, he focused his attention out the window and admired the beautiful city of Monaco. With the Mediterranean Sea to the south, the port filled with yachts, and the famous Monte Carlo casino and its magical part towering above everything, he felt transported from an old movie to a timeless place.

Adjacent to the property reserved by Eleonora was a small track where drivers were warming up. The roar of their engines, combined with the smell of burning rubber and racing fuel, filled the air, melting his nervousness away and welcoming him home.

He spotted the film crew, their cameras capturing the excitement of their people as they disembarked from the shuttle. Waiting in the background, he allowed everyone to disembark before stepping into the crowd, looking around, feeling lost.

"First things first," Gabrielle called out above the heads of everyone, standing on the steps of the shuttle to grab their attention. "Mechanic team, find the workshop and get the broom out of the transport crate. Technicians, prepare diagnostics, just in case. The rest of you know your tasks, let's get to work-."

Gabrielle stopped as Harry stepped forward, raising his hands to attract everyone's attention. Once he had it, he looked around at the surroundings.
"We are strangers in a strange land. Make sure you understand and appreciate where your hard work and sweat have brought us," Harry raised his hand and waved it towards the broom track, stands, and modern garage beside it. "We are here because of you. Because of each and every one of you, and I want you to know that I will never forget that. And now, let's go and show these Europeans what speed is all about!"

Cheers of joy echoed, and everyone eagerly began their tasks. The mousey-haired brunette in thick-framed glasses nudged Harry's elbow as he followed Hermione to the garage to check if the broom had arrived in one piece.