The Weird Sister (Part 2)

The Weird Sister

Part 2

The rhythmic thumping of the bassline had Astoria grooving to the music. So far, the reunion concert had been everything that she had dreamed of … and more. Most of her favorite songs had been performed, and the concert was still going strong.

Behind her, Harry smirked as he watched the sexy sisters wiggling their sweet bottoms to the rhythm of the music. The concert was being held in an outdoor pavilion under the starry night sky. It was the perfect location for such an event. It was dark and loud and no one could see what was going on. Again he felt it. Astoria accidentally rubbed her tight ass against his crotch. This had happened multiple times throughout the night. She either didn’t know or didn’t care. Off to her side, Daphne had her eyes closed and was sexily dancing to one of the band’s hit songs. Taking his opportunity, Harry reached out and placed his hands on Astoria’s lovely hips. She froze for only a second before moving again. Smiling to himself, Harry let his hands begin to explore her.

Astoria’s heart began to beat fast as Potter put his hands on her hips. Biting her lip, she wondered how far she should let him go. After all, having a man like Potter on her side would definitely be a boon for her future. She could already imagine the number of parties and events that he would be able to get her into. By that point, she had already realized that her husband was a dud. Draco’s reputation and the Malfoy name were sullied to the point where it would take several generations to properly cleanse. Astoria just didn’t have that time. She was a high-society woman wasting away among middle-class sycophants. She deserved so much better … at least, according to her. She felt Potter’s hands lower from her hips, down to her thighs. His fingertips dipped underneath the short hem of her dress. She shuddered at the sensation of his fingers caressing the incredibly soft and smooth skin of her inner thighs. She could put up with a bit of touching if it meant that she would be invited to the soirees that she had been sorely missing. If Daphne could do it, so could she.

Harry felt her body wiggling and swaying to the music, even while his hand slid higher. With his free hand, he moved her hair over her shoulder and leaned in. Kissing the back of her neck, he could feel her body goosebump under his ministrations. Knowing that this was Malfoy’s girl that he was playing with made it all the more enjoyable. Pulling her body in, her ass touched the raging erection that he had hidden in his fancy trousers. To his enjoyment, she continued to grind against him. Going even further, he moved his hand further up her dress until his fingers dipped down into the waistband of her panties. Even over the loud music, he could hear the gasp that left her succulent lips. Astoria turned her head and looked at him helplessly. Her mouth was open in shock, but no words left her lips. Her eyes were wide with surprise. Quickly looking around, she breathed a sigh of relief when no one saw what he was doing to her, not even her sister. This was a big relief. She definitely didn’t need to be labeled a gold-digging whore on top of the things that people were already saying about her and her husband.

Astoria tried to focus on the music. She closed her eyes as her legs quivered. Potter was happy with just the occasional light touch. His fingers expertly stroked her plump pussy lips, drawing the wetness out of her. Within seconds, his fingers were slick with her juices. Being in the front row was a dream come true. Now, she was thankful for another reason. Astoria reached out and grabbed the metal railing in front of her to keep steady. Her legs were shaking, and her knees were threatening to buckle under her weight as Potter’s fingers brushed over her engorged clit. She was unable to stop the shuddered gasp when his fingers pinched her clit, and he began rolling it. Embarrassment filled her when she felt that the inside of her smooth, creamy legs was wet. Beads of warm arousal dripped down and left streaks of fragrant wetness in their wake. A squeal left her mouth as her body bucked on its own. ‘When did my nipples get so sensitive?’ she asked herself. Her tight dress was mercilessly rubbing against them, making them as hard as rocks. His free hand quickly found something to do. She felt the back of her dress lift up, and he started caressing her tight, perky ass. Her body trembled under his touch. When suddenly, two fingers slipped between her damp lips, Astoria looked over her shoulder wildly.

“Potter!” she choked out quietly, so as to not draw attention to the situation.

“Yes, Mrs. Malfoy?” the bastard smirked. She knew that there was still a great amount of dislike between him and Draco. That would most likely never change. It was one of the reasons why the Malfoys were practically shunned from high society. If Potter was friendly with Draco, everyone else in Magical Britain would get on board as well. They were all sheep, and Potter was their shepherd. Sadly for her, there was little chance of that happening. Draco had repeatedly poisoned that well a long time ago. Now Potter was getting a little bit of revenge on his childhood rival, and she was the one to pay the price. Even so, the price was quite pleasurable. As soon as his fingers curled inside of her and hit her g-spot, Astoria’s legs gave way. Potter was quick and wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close like the White Knight that he was. Astoria wanted to snort at that. White Knights didn’t grind their hard cocks against the damsel in distress’s ass. She was pretty sure that they didn’t finger-fuck their invitees in the middle of a massive cheering crowd either. Just then, her absolute favorite song began. Like many, Astoria gasped and cheered, momentarily forgetting that two fingers were stimulating her g-spot while his thumb rubbed circles over her throbbing clit.

Unable to control herself, she just let her body take over. She moved with him, rubbing herself against him while he made her insides flutter. Being one of a thousand singing along to her favorite track, Astoria didn’t hear the wet squelching of Harry’s fingers drawing pleasure from her body.

In and out she breathed rapidly. Her head was beginning to swim. ‘Is it just me or is it getting hot out here?’ she asked as she leaned back against Harry’s strong chest. Drops of sweat bubbled up near her hairline and rolled down her cheek as her insides started to massage his thrusting fingers. Trying to sing along the best that she could, her attempts were thwarted by Harry’s hand moving between her cheeks, and his finger touching her naughty hole.

“One more magical nigh…EEEEE!” Astoria squealed when Harry’s finger pushed into her virgin backdoor. Daphne only spared her a quick look when she heard the off-key caterwauling of her younger sister. She was used to her terrible singing though, and because it was so dark, she didn’t see what was going on. Turning back to the concert, she left Astoria alone with Harry’s brazen hands.

Harry could feel her body getting ready. The heat radiating from between her legs was amazing. He could smell her heady scent wafting up from between her legs. Harry knew that her panties were absolutely ruined. Just as her walls began to constrict around his curling fingers, he pulled them from her wet depths and flicked them repeatedly and rapidly over her swollen clit. As the lead guitar hit the final note, the crowd cheered uproariously, and Astoria screamed while her pussy began to slosh fluid down her legs and all over Harry’s hand. Her body spasmed and trembled as she fell back against his chest. After a few more quick squirts of pussy juice, Astoria stood there using his chest to keep herself up while huffing in deep breaths of fresh air that was tainted by the smell of her cumming pussy. What few lights there were, were suddenly cut off as the band got ready for another song. Taking advantage of the situation, Harry knelt down behind her.

Astoria bit her lower lip and kept still as Harry reached underneath her skirt and pulled her soaking wet panties down her legs. Once at her feet, she dutifully stepped out of them. She nearly had a heart attack when Harry heaved her wet panties up on stage. As he chucked them, dozens of fat drops of her drippings flew off in every direction. Suddenly the lights came on, and much to her complete embarrassment, she saw them twisting in the air until they landed on the stage with a wet plop. Behind them, she heard people saying, “Hey!” or “What the …” as her juices landed on them. The lead singer of the band snatched the wet panties from the ground and spun them over his head like a helicopter. Her girl cum sprayed out in every direction while the crowd cheered. Her face had never been so red.

“Merlin! Who would throw their knickers up there? What a whore!” her sister called out next to her. Astoria thought it best to keep her mouth shut. Instead, she looked over her shoulder and threw Harry a glare. She could see that it didn’t bother him one bit. In fact, he looked quite proud and amused. Huffing, she turned her back on him and crossed her arms. She wasn’t going to let that git ruin her wonderful night. The drummer dropped a beat and the lights lowered to almost nothing once again. This time, only a strobing effect provided any kind of light. Content to watch the rest of the show, Astoria was once again harassed by hands that lifted up her dress. She was just to ask him what he thought he was doing when she felt the biggest cock imaginable force its way between her thighs until the head and several more inches of the shaft burst through the front. As it did, her already hyper-sensitive clit was once again stimulated when the head and shaft mashed down on it. Thankfully, her squeals of intense pleasure were masked by the crowd screaming about the new song.

Astoria couldn’t believe that Potter was taking such privileges with her body. She probably shouldn’t have, considering what Daphne had to do just to get her invited. At least it felt good, she told herself. As Potter thrust between her thighs and used her body as his own personal plaything, all she could think about was the Ministry’s Grand Ball that was coming up next month. Unfortunately for her husband, Draco never popped into her mind for some reason. Instead, she began to cum again and smeared her slick, white cream all over his thrusting shaft. Harry was moaning with pleasure, as was she. The music was incredible, and suddenly, a huge fireworks display began going off. Huffing and puffing, she leaned forward and gripped the rail tightly. Squeaks and squeals left her mouth as Harry thrust between her closed thighs. Spots started to form behind her eyes while her body trembled uncontrollably. As one big firework burst overhead with a deafening boom, she cried out and came, dribbling her juices all over his cock. Harry grunted and cum spurted out from the tip of his cock. Thankfully for her, the cum shot out onto the grass lawn in front of them. Her body bucked and jerked with every thrust until finally, his balls had run dry, and he stopped his movements. She felt his wet cock pull free from her thighs. Letting out a breath that she had been holding, she straightened herself up and continued to watch the greatest show that she had ever seen, even while Potter continued to grope her from behind. She never noticed him reaching out and cupping Daphne’s ass at the same time.