Brooms and Cock ch.16

It wasn't easy to divide his attention evenly between the sisters, but Harry was careful. They didn't seem jealous of each other, but he didn't want to fall into a trap if he could avoid it.

With his hands resting on their backs, covered by their dresses, Harry let the sisters explore his cock together. Kissing him from his balls, they sucked and licked on both sides of the shaft, occasionally giggling as his cock slipped out of their mouths, but quickly returning to it.

"Lick gently... that's too much, damn it," Harry breathed, watching the beautiful sisters kneeling before him.

"Not yet, big boy," Fleur said, pulling back. "I want to feel it inside me when you cum." "Mhmmph," Gabrielle agreed, embracing the head of his penis.

As Fleur unbuttoned her dress, letting it fall from her shoulders, her sister reached for his buttocks, pulling him forward. Breasts clad in lacy black gleamed before him, reflecting those he had enjoyed a moment earlier, and then his eyes rolled back as he felt his cock melting into the throat of the petite blonde.

"Holy shit, Gabrielle!" Fleur hissed, and Harry forced himself to look down, fighting the tightening in his balls. He discovered Gabrielle's delicate, upturned nose pressed against his body, her throat bulging as she took him. Her blue eyes teared up, but he could see the pride that flashed in them at her sister's exclamation. She smiled as she pulled back, thick strands of saliva connecting her tongue and lips to his cock.

"It felt like he fucked my throat for a second," she breathed to her sister, before slowly taking him back into her throat, her eyes closed on his face.

"Oh god... fuck... Christ," Harry groaned.

As the head of his cock passed through her throat, he felt it swallow, milking him and bobbing back and forth. Indeed, it felt like he was fucking her throat, and that feeling made him briefly miss Hermione. That thought vanished as Fleur removed her bra and panties and stood next to her sister.

Gabrielle backed away, a proud smile on her face as she slid her dress off. Fleur tried again to take him into her throat, but she couldn't handle more than half of his cock before her sister intervened. Pressing on the back of her head, Fleur's eyes widened, but the choking ceased as her throat stretched.

"Hmmphhm!" She smiled triumphantly as her nose met his groin, and Gabrielle kissed her on the cheek. "Damn it," Harry warned, unable to hold back the orgasm, and Fleur quickly withdrew.

"Come for us, honey," Gabrielle murmured, her fingers joining her sister's as they stroked him. Their eyes moved from his face to the pulsating head of his cock as they leaned forward. Both shuddered as the first thick ropes of cum splattered onto their chests, emitting giggles of pleasure before pushing forward and taking the rest on their necks and lips. Harry's pleasure couldn't match the sight before him.

Harry hissed as the feeling at the tip of his penis became almost painful, as Gabrielle, and then Fleur, sucked him dry. The women didn't stop licking and sucking, cleaning each other with moans that rekindled the steel in his cock. They looked like they could blow him all night with joy, but Harry had other ideas.

Reaching down, he turned them both onto the couch with a hand under their buttocks. The sisters exclaimed in surprise, which turned into moans of pleasure as his fingers found their wet pussies. Pressing them back into the leather cushions, Harry kissed Fleur first, his fingers delving into Gabrielle's pussy, rubbing her g-spot.
When he shifted the kiss to Gabrielle, her nails dug into his forearm, and she trembled with pleasure beneath him, while the fingers of his other hand found her sister's g-spot. Double moans filled the air, and then a single scream as Harry pressed his tongue to Gabrielle's firm button.

The blonde was completely bare, her slick pussy lips dripping with moisture. She tasted clean and almost sweet as Harry circled his tongue swiftly around her clit. It didn't take long for her slender thighs to tighten around his head as her whole body trembled in orgasm.

Before Gabrielle's cries of pleasure subsided, Harry felt the sister's fingers entangling in his hair, guiding his tongue to each of her most sensitive spots. In the blink of an eye, Fleur came on his face, her delicate moans of ecstasy matching the movements of his tongue.

"I need to feel you," Gabrielle whimpered, her hands pulling him away from the trembling sister and pushing him onto his back. "Jesus, you're fucking thick, baby... Oh shit... Fleur... Oh Fleur, I...!"

Gabrielle threw herself onto him as he lay on his back, pushing his cock into her sucking depths as she hissed hot words. Her sister slid off the couch and was right beside them, pressed against his side, grabbing Gabrielle's hand as the first of several small orgasms tore through her.

The petite blonde fell forward, her hand pulling his face towards hers as her lips sought his. Fleur lay on one arm, her firm ass filling his hand, while the other slipped onto Gabrielle's thigh to grasp her tight butt as she rode him. Every time she buried her pussy on his cock, he rose to meet her, their sexes slamming together with a lustful sound that only heightened the sinful moment.

Fleur's lips were right there, replacing her sister's as Gabrielle arched her back and released a trembling cry of pleasure. The young woman's small, firm breasts trembled as she rode him, before falling onto his other side, making way for her sister. Fleur engulfed him, and Harry admired the feeling of sameness. Sliding his hand up to grasp her small ass, he fucked her just like her sister, feeling the approaching orgasm as she writhed on his cock.

"In me," Fleur hissed as she felt his rhythm weakening. "I need... to feel it... Oh God, honey! Fuck!"

Harry barely registered her cry of pleasure as orgasm engulfed him. Gabrielle pulled his face to hers, their mouths meeting, as a hiss escaped him and his fingers curled. Then Fleur fell forward, and all three gasped and locked eyes in shock.

"That was amazing," Fleur breathed, shifting her hips so his softening cock pressed deeper into her. "That was amazing," Gabrielle smiled.

It's not over yet," Harry growled, letting his hand fall onto each of their butts with an audible "slap."

The sisters bit their lower lips and pressed themselves to him. Fleur, still with his cock inside her, tensed her pussy muscles, reigniting his arousal, but he wanted to see them under running water.

Rising, he pulled the sisters to the bathroom. Soon the small space filled with murky steam as they washed each other. The shower was even smaller, but all three squeezed inside. The sisters seemed obsessed with his abs and cock, while his hands never knew where to touch. He was like a kid in a candy store and wasn't planning on leaving until he tried all the treasures.
He took each of them from behind as the water splashed around them. Holding one sister in one hand and kissing her while he took the other was an addictive feeling, and he found he couldn't shake it.

Pulling the sisters out of the shower, after drying each other off, they made their way to the bedroom. Fleur turned on the music while Gabrielle lit candles and pushed their beds together, creating a super bed. He would gladly spend the whole night with them, but wine and fatigue caught up with them all a few hours later, after they had taken his final load on their eager tongues.

Harry woke up an hour before dawn with a pounding headache and cottonmouth, but with a smile on his face as he felt small bodies cuddled up to him. Fleur and Gabrielle murmured as he untangled himself from their limbs and slipped into the warm hollow he left behind, pulling them close with his arms.

Gabrielle yawned and glanced at him over Fleur's shoulder as she saw him pulling on his pants.

"Are you planning to sneak out before dawn? I thought we'd... have breakfast. There was no doubt what kind of breakfast she was hoping for.

He couldn't help but smile as he leaned over the bed and placed a kiss on her lips. "I have a meeting today, and I have to catch a plane in the morning. You know I'd love to stay."

"We know nothing," muttered Fleur into the pillow. "Hermione is flying with you."

"Jealous?" he asked.

When Fleur turned around and saw the smile on his face, she pouted and pulled her sister closer. "Will you let us be the team leaders?"

"I can't agree to that yet," he said with a furrowed brow, hating to deny her, but instead of sulking, Fleur smiled at him.

"That's okay, because that wasn't what it was about last night."

"What was it about then?" he asked, already suspecting their answer.

"Making sure we chose the right man to lead us," said Fleur, then rolled back onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillow. "Good luck in Cupertino. Make a lot of money so we can spend it on the track."

"I will," he laughed, kissing Gabrielle one last time before giving Fleur's butt a playful slap and getting up to put on his shirt.

Watching the sisters move under the thin sheet, he almost tore off his clothes and jumped back into bed with them. They were so sexy, and their sight was too amazing to be indifferent to anything else but the fate of his company.

Stepping out onto the street and hailing a cab, he returned to the restaurant parking lot to grab the Datsun and finish his presentation. When he got home, he found a small team of people with heavy black boxes and camera equipment coming in and out of the house.

Hermione was waiting for him in the hallway. She held a small tablet, her attention focused on the information displayed on it.

"The flight leaves in two hours," she began speaking as he headed to his room, her heels clicking on the tiled floor drawing the attention of people coming and going, perhaps because of the miniskirt and tight sleeveless top she was wearing. He caught more than one powerful cameraman throwing a longing glance at his cute little assistant. She paid no attention to these looks; her focus was on him. "In an hour, a car will be waiting to take us to the airport. Amelia will be traveling with us and arranged for a car to take us to the meeting. Another car will take us to the hotel in San Jose, where we can relax and rest before our flight home."

"I want to add a stop in Sonoma before we head home. There's a track there I want to check out. Dad always said it's the best in the whole country under the right conditions."

"I can add it to the travel plan," she said, tapping on her tablet.

"I talked to the sisters yesterday," Harry muttered, drawing her attention away from the tablet. She looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

Still hearing the commotion outside, Harry gestured for her to follow him into his room and closed the door.

"They agreed to help, but they want to do more," he explained, recounting the conversation and expressing his doubts about involving inexperienced girls in such a visible role.

"You should talk to Mom about her plans," Hermione suggested, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "It might work to our advantage."

"How?" Harry asked.

"Other teams won't see you as a threat if we have two pretty blondes at the helm. It'll make negotiations easier," Hermione explained.

Opening the door to his bedroom, Harry frowned at the loud noise downstairs. There was a crash followed by a curse and a warning.

"What's going on downstairs?" Hermione asked, surprised, as Molly responded from inside his room.
"Oh, Mr. Potter, it's dreadful! You must stop Miss Kate, the house... The estate is being destroyed!" Molly rushed outside, urging Harry to follow her.

She was wearing her usual uniform, but it seemed tighter, revealing more skin. Harry noticed her discomfort as she exited, exchanging glances with Hermione, then bowed and followed.

"Here you are!"

Harry turned around and saw his stepmother entering his room, full of excitement. Her tired eyes vanished, replaced by energy as she grabbed his arm and led him downstairs.

"I want you to meet the producers I hired and maybe conduct a quick interview," she said eagerly. Harry frowned, but she ignored him. "It'll only take five minutes; I know you're busy. This is Enzio. Enzio, this is my son!"

"Mr. Potter, pleasure to meet you," the burly man greeted, extending his hand. "Brilliant idea, sir. Brilliant!"

Harry shot his stepmother a disapproving look, but she winked and introduced him to the rest of the crew. In total, there were four teams, filled with producers, cameramen, sound engineers, and enough batteries for a full day of shooting.

"We have contracts from three teams," Kate informed Harry as they watched one team pack up. "Full access during the races."

"It's madness... How did you manage to convince them?" Harry Potter asked.

"The head of public relations is an old friend of mine from my modeling days," Kate winked at him. "She owed me a favor, but she would have agreed anyway. They're desperate to break into the British market, and this will be free publicity for them, the teams, and the drivers. A win-win for everyone."

"Impressive that you managed to organize all of this so quickly," Harry said.

"Hermione helped," Kate's cheeks blushed slightly, and Harry heard how difficult it was for her to admit to the help of the beautiful Brit. She looked around, making sure they were alone, then spoke quickly. "I wanted to talk to you about the trip overseas. Have you thought much about it?"

"Not really, no..."

"Well, I have, and it'll be important for you to make a good impression when you arrive," she became awkward, and blotches of color appeared on her smooth cheeks as she avoided meeting his eyes. "The men involved in this sport are the most powerful in the world. When Zabini used to come to the races, he had two beautiful women on each arm, and MagLaren did the same." She took a deep breath, then continued hastily, "Hermione is a good start, but you'll need beautiful women to be recognized and respected. I know it sounds awful, but that's the truth and I... I want to help you."

"I'd be grateful for any help," Harry said cautiously, unsure of what she meant. His mind immediately went to how Hermione helped him, and his cock twitched, unable to stop himself from briefly glancing at Kate's stunning figure before banishing the thought from his mind.

"Okay," the redness spread to her neck, and she awkwardly shifted in place before embracing him in a brief hug and hurriedly backing away, clicking her heels as she waved him off, "Good luck today! I know you'll do great!"