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The next day, everything seemed to be back to normal for Harry. It was simply another day at school, followed by a regular day at home, except Lily and Rose were dressed more provocatively. To be sure, far more so. He overheard Lily lecturing Rose over her clothes, but Rose answered that Lily wasn't one to comment, considering her own wardrobe.
As is his custom, Harry masturbated numerous times throughout the afternoon. The costumes he saw were useful, but he was not lacking in cerebral stimulation.
He hadn't seen Narcissa all day and was worried he'd miss her completely. However, when he returned from a quick trip to the grocery store after supper, Lily told him that Narcissa was waiting for him in his room and wanted to discuss something.
Harry had a strong hunch that Narcissa meant to do more than simply converse. As he climbed the stairs to his room, he felt a combination of anxiety and trepidation. She was so seductive and physically beautiful that just being near her might be intimidating. Don't let me go in there! cried a part of his thoughts. However, nothing could have stopped him from entering.
Narcissa looked to be wonderfully fascinating. She was now dressed in an exquisitely made black silk kimono, not for the sake of Japanese elegance but for the possibility of opening up at the front.
It was already after nine o'clock in the evening. Harry speculated that this was probably the kind of outfit she donned just before going to bed. The mere idea of Narcissa getting into bed roused him. Yet he reminded himself that it was just a few days ago that he had no such feelings for her.
Narcissa took advantage of the exposed front of the robe as soon as they took their seats. She rested on his bed, allowing a breast to poke through the kimono. A large ribbon around her belly held the kimono in place, but she quickly ensured that it "accidentally" fell undone. Her hands moved over her kimono, and everywhere they went, the cloth separated even more.
"I'm so glad you're here," she muttered as she stroked her body. I'm getting hot simply thinking about you."
"You? "Are you thinking about me?"
"Indeed! Do you believe I'm supporting you only for your benefit? Darling, believe me, I would if I had to because I care about you, but I'm enjoying this as much as you are." Her robe had opened sufficiently to reveal both of her breasts by the time she spoke those words. She grabbed at her breast and groaned clearly as she squeezed it. "Really?" Harry inquired openly, "But I don't deserve you." You're like a Playboy centerfold—in fact, you're sexier than the average Playwitch centerfold—and I'm just some guy, some random adolescent."
She raised an eyebrow as she toyed with her breasts with both hands. "Do not undervalue yourself. You are not just any ordinary adolescent. You're my sweetie! You're the most nice and kind guy I've ever met, and you're also developing into a real hottie. Take note that I say "man" rather than "boy." "Are you going to let the beast out of its cage, or are you going to let me suffer?"
Her eyebrows wiggled as she peered at the apparent bulge in his shorts. He was slowly catching on. Narcissa sees ME as a sexual object of some kind. Wow.
"Are you going to unzip your shorts so we can get down to some nasty porn watching, or am I going to do it myself?" She said it impatiently.
Harry was picking things up quickly. He smirked. "I'm afraid you'll have to do it yourself."
"Now I know why you're in gifted classes," she said cynically. She let the robe fall from her shoulders. The ribbon around her waist kept it from coming off completely. Then she went down on her knees in front of Harry.
She reached out and unbuttoned his shorts' zipper.
Harry held his breath. He couldn't believe what was occurring.
She took her time simply looking at his bulge, letting the suspense build. Finally, she reached in through the fly of his underpants and firmly seized his erection.
Harry exhaled and then took in another deep breath. His heart was thumping. She yanked his erection out and left it standing straight out at her. "Did I really just grab your cock?" she inquired rhetorically. "I'm such a bad girl. If I'm not cautious, I could wind up grasping and rubbing it a lot more. That would be terrible. Very inappropriate." She winked.
Harry felt woozy. It was as if every last drop of blood in his body had raced to engorge his erection, leaving nothing to keep his brain functional. He attempted to relax by taking deep breaths.
Narcissa was tempted to lean forward and sucking on his massive shaft, but she also wanted to extract as much of his seduction as she could. "So, a penny for your thoughts?" she joked. Is anything enticing you? "What could it be?"
"You!" Harry was about to yell. But he reasoned, "I need to be clever." Cool. I'm not just any random adolescent. I have to live up to Aunt Narcissa's high standards. After a lengthy pause, he smiled and stated, "I'm just looking at the porn pictures."
Narcissa was amused. "Oh, the porn pictures, eh?" She feigned to pout and flicked her finger at his erection, causing it to wobble from side to side. She moved her face closer to his erection, enabling her to breathe on it. Then she exclaimed, "JUST the pictures! Having your Aunt Narcissa practically naked and on her knees before your cock, thinking about how amazing it would feel to touch and fondle, has nothing to do with it!"
Even though she wasn't touching him, Harry was overcome with amorous emotions. For starters, she was vigorously inhaling on his penis. He could taste the minty flavor in her mouth as she puffed on it. He also liked her flowery scent (he smelled lavender) and her scratchy voice. With the things she was saying and the manner in which she was showing off her bare body, he was in serious danger of cuddling without any skin-to-skin contact at all.
"Perhaps a little," he replied to her query.
Her smile grew. "Just a little, eh?" "What am I going to do with you?" As she stated this, she cupped a breast and drew the contour of the nipple on that tip with her other hand's fingers.
He wasn't sure whether he was supposed to react, and he was too high on erotica to want to talk in any case.
So she said, "You know what the issue is? I believe your beast is still too constrained. Allow it to wander free. We want to see you take your shorts off. That is something we are extremely interested in seeing." Her fingers were now dragging her nipple out towards him, making her tummy much bigger than it already was.
Her use of the word "we" perplexed Harry.He collected his wits and prepared to remove his shorts. "Nice idea. It's better to be safe than sorry." They were already cutting off my circulation." He eased them down his legs.
Narcissa laughed. He's a natural. Sure, he's worried, but he's not utterly terrified. The majority of the guys I'm with are twice his age and are still scared by my appearance. Maybe it's because Harry grew up with his Aunt Narcissa that he knows I don't bite. Hee hee.
Harry stood up while removing his shorts. He was now just wearing a T-shirt. He wasn't accustomed to standing with an unobstructed erection, and he felt weird about it.
As he attempted to return to his previous posture in front of Narcissa, she purposefully shifted her face forward, forcing his penis to bounce off her cheek.
"Sorry!" he almost screamed, believing he'd gone to run into her. He staggered backward and almost collapsed. He managed to get back into his chair.
But she just said, "Be careful where you poke that thing." She massaged the region on her face where the penis had touched, then shivered, as if the simple contact had almost brought her an orgasm.
Harry sensed he was on a knife's edge. One more slight touch, erotic thought, or statement would result in an orgasm.Without explaining why, he closed his eyes and attempted to filter out any thoughts of Narcissa. He focused on his breathing until the worst of the orgasmic rush was gone.
Narcissa grinned as she watched him eventually open his eyes after a minute or so. "It appears that someone around here is overstimulated." Narcissa pretended to put her kimono up over her shoulders and close it, as if to settle things down, but then she let it fall off her shoulder again as soon as she completed closing it.
She burst out laughing. "Oopsie. You're stuck with Aunt Narcissa's big ol' glaring white boobs. "Do you think you can handle it?"