Breaking the Girl
Chapter 6
Fleur woke at the crack of dawn, shaken from sleep by the same ache and tingling arousal that
had plagued her since Harry had left her room the night before. She rolled over in her big, lonely
bed and reached for Harry's pillow, but it was cold and empty. Fleur frowned, propped herself
up, and brushed the silvery hair from her face. She thought about the taste of his cock, the thick
scent of their sex, and she pressed her thighs together as she remembered how he'd bent her
over onto her hands and knees and fucked her until she screamed his name. Fleur's pussy
tingled badly.
She'd sent him to Gabrielle's room to seal the deal, but now the sun was rising, and he hadn't
come back. Fleur sat upright, and her bare breasts jiggled as she scowled at the closed door.
The ache between her legs was worse than ever. Her entire body hummed with need, and
Harry's absence stung her pride. She huffed, snatched a silk robe from her dresser, and yanked
it around her shoulders. Fleur went to the bathroom and freshened herself up.
She paced the length of her bedroom for a few minutes, debating whether to go looking for
Harry. Fleur finally decided she was being ridiculous. Gabrielle deserved her time to shine, and
Harry was just being thorough. Fleur had told him to. But she would be damned if Gabrielle was
going to take up his entire morning when her pussy was tingling with need and dripping down
her inner thighs.
Fleur stormed down the hallway and stopped in front of Gabrielle's door. She raised her fist to
knock, but then heard a muffled moan from inside. Fleur smirked and slowly pushed open the
door. She was immediately hit by the strong, heady scent of arousal. The room was humid with
sex, and the air was thick and almost steamy. Fleur's nose wrinkled, but she inhaled deeply,
feeling her nipples harden through the thin silk of her robe.
Gabrielle's room was a bit smaller than Fleur's, but no less elegant. The canopied bed was
draped in white lace, the walls were covered in pastel blue wallpaper, and a small writing desk
stood in the corner. But nothing in the room could steal attention from the scene on the bed.
Gabrielle was spread out on her back, all her shyness gone. She was clutching the sheets in a
death grip as Harry fucked her with slow, relentless thrusts. Her legs were spread wide and
were quivering with every perverted squelch of her pussy. Her head was thrown back into the
pillow. Her mouth hung open, and her breath came in shuddering gasps. Harry's face was
buried in the curve of Gabby's neck, and his entire body flexed with each thrust. Fleur could see
the muscles of his back and ass contract as he moved, and her fingers twitched with the urge to
grab him and ride him right then and there.
Fleur crossed her arms over her chest and leaned casually against the doorframe. She watched
as Gabrielle whimpered and arched her back, and Harry reached up to squeeze her breast. Fleur rolled her eyes. 'She is such a drama queen,' she thought. Fleur's own cunt clenched, and
her face flushed as she watched Harry's cock disappear into Gabby's wet depths.
Harry glanced over his shoulder and locked eyes with Fleur. He grinned cheekily. The bastard
was arrogant and totally unashamed. He didn't slow down. If anything, he thrust harder, as if
putting on a show just for her. Fleur snorted in amusement. "Well, this is very rude," she called
out, her voice loud and clear. "I 'ave been waiting for you all morning, 'Arry."
Gabrielle, who had seemed entirely lost in the pleasure, snapped back to reality at the sound of
Fleur's voice. Her eyes flew open, and they were wide and full of panic. Her cheeks went beet
red, and her lips moved soundlessly as she tried to form words. Harry didn't even pause.
Instead, he shifted his angle slightly. Gabby's eyes rolled up, and a cute little moan escaped her
throat.
" 'Arry!" Gabby squeaked, never having felt so embarrassed in her entire life.
But Harry only smirked and kept going. "Good morning, Fleur," he said, not bothering to hide the
strain in his voice. "We'll be done in a minute."
"Will you?" Fleur lilted, her sexy French accent becoming thicker. "You 'ave been fucking 'er all
night and all morning. It does not seem like you are ready to stop."
"It's not my fault she's so tight," Harry replied, and Gabrielle squeaked and tried to hide her face
against his shoulder.
Fleur sauntered into the room, letting her robe drift open to reveal the swell of her breasts and
the flat plane of her stomach. Harry's eyes drifted down over her smooth, puffy mound and the
taut, shining lips underneath. She stopped at the edge of the bed and looked down at her
Gabrielle. Gabby hid her face under her hands, trembling as Harry continued to fuck her. Fleur
saw the red handprints on Gabby's hips where Harry held her too tightly, and she smiled with
genuine fondness.
"Poor Gabby," she crooned, her voice tender and teasing. "Is it too much for you?"
Gabrielle shook her head fiercely, but she couldn't speak. Instead, she whimpered, and her
entire body spasmed as another orgasm rolled through her. Harry groaned and slowed his pace,
letting Gabby ride out the orgasm until she finally collapsed against the bed.
Fleur watched closely as Harry withdrew and flipped Gabby over onto her stomach. His cock
was dripping wet and smeared with her thick, white pussy cream. Gabrielle squealed, but Harry
ignored her, grabbed her hips, and slid back inside without hesitation. Gabby's knuckles went
white as she grabbed the pillow, biting the edge and moaning loudly. Fleur reached out and ran
her hand down Gabby's back, feeling the shuddering muscles and the hot sweat running down
her spine. "You are being so loud, Gabrielle. Someone will 'ear you." Fleur gently stroked her hair and
pressed a kiss to her temple. "But you like it, don't you? You like being fucked while I watch?"
Gabrielle wouldn't answer, but Fleur saw the way her pussy clenched around Harry's cock, and
the way her entire body reacted to the humiliation and the pleasure. Fleur felt her own arousal
spike, and she rubbed her thighs together, desperate for relief.
Harry was pounding into Gabrielle with long, deep thrusts now, and Gabby's cries echoed off the
walls. Fleur grinned, leaned in, and whispered, "Finish for me, 'Arry. Make 'er cum."
He looked up with dark, lustful eyes. "Yes, ma'am," he teased, and increased his tempo until
Gabby was shrieking. The sound was so loud it made Fleur's ears ring. Gabby orgasmed so
violently that her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the mattress, gasping for breath.
Harry pulled out and stroked himself, moaning as he came all over Gabby's back and ass. Fleur
brushed her fingers through the hot fluid, then licked them clean. Gabby looked up at her with a
dazed, exhausted expression, yet she was glowing with happiness.
Fleur didn't even wait for the possibility of a polite invitation. She shrugged off her robe, letting it
slide from her shoulders and puddle at her feet. She stood at the edge of the bed, completely
naked. Her body practically shimmered in the pale morning sunlight. Her tits were large and
perky, and they immediately grabbed his attention. They were soft and tipped with crinkled light
pink nipples. They stood proudly on her chest, practically defying gravity. Her hips were wide
and made to be gripped. Between her legs, the skin was perfectly smooth. Her mound was
perfectly hairless, and her taut lips were already glistening with anticipation.
Fleur reached down and ran a finger along her slit. She popped it into her mouth, tasting her
own arousal. Harry watched as she crawled onto the bed, and he knew each movement was
calculated to show off her curves. Fleur nudged Gabrielle's hand off his cock with a gentle push
and straddled Harry's lap, pinning his hips beneath her. His cock, still slick with Gabby's juices,
stood upright and ready.
She smirked down at him, and her silver hair fell over her bare shoulders like a silk curtain. "I
'ope this little hussy 'as not drained your cock dry, because I want a turn, too," she said, her
French-accented voice thick with lust.
Gabby's eyes were huge. She watched, feeling both mortified and exhilarated, as Fleur wrapped
her hand around Harry's cock and squeezed. Fleur was rougher and more confident than
Gabby. She pressed the head against her wet opening and dragged it up and down, letting it slip
through her puffy lips. With each stroke, she smeared more of Gabby's wetness over herself.
"You creamed all over it," Fleur said, glancing over at Gabrielle with a wicked, knowing smile.
"It's so slippery." Gabby squeaked and covered her face with her hands, but she peeked through her fingers,
unable to look away.
Fleur tilted her hips and hovered for a moment, teasing both herself and Harry with just the tip.
Then she slammed herself down, impaling her pussy and making both of them gasp. Fleur
wasn't shy about the loud, obscene squelch her body made as it swallowed up every inch. She
leaned forward, put her hands on Harry's chest, and started to ride.
She rode with wild abandon. Fleur bounced up and down, grinding her hips in tight, desperate
circles. Her tits bounced and jiggled, sometimes brushing against Harry's face. He reached up
to grab them and kneaded them together, running his thumbs over the hard, crinkled nipples.
Fleur arched her back, thrust her tits at him, and pumped her hips even faster.
Harry couldn't help but stare. Fleur was a goddess. Her skin glittered in the early-morning light,
and her gorgeous blue eyes fluttered as she worked his thick cock. She threw her head back
and moaned, which seemed to vibrate through the entire room.
Gabrielle, still lying on her stomach, watched the whole thing in a daze. She felt a strange, tight
feeling in her own pussy. It was a mixture of jealousy and excitement. She bit her lip, wanting
somehow to be involved.
Fleur was fucking Harry so hard that the bedframe rattled against the wall. She leaned down
and kissed him, her tongue hungry and demanding. Harry's hands slid up her back and tangled
in her hair. He tried to keep up by thrusting up into her, but Fleur was relentless. She took
everything she wanted.
Gabrielle whimpered when the tingle between her legs became too much to bear. She inched
closer, drawn in by the raw intensity of the moment. She reached out and hesitantly touched
Fleur's hip, feeling the muscles tense and relax with every sway. Fleur glanced back over her
shoulder, then grabbed Gabby's hand and pressed it to her bouncing tit.
"Don't just watch," Fleur growled. " 'elp me, Gabby. You can touch."
Gabrielle trembled as she cupped Fleur's breast. Her skin was warm and soft against her
shaking palm. Fleur moaned in approval and ground down harder on Harry's cock, milking it
with her pussy.
Harry's hands moved from Fleur's hips to Gabrielle's face. He brushed the hair away from
Gabby's eyes, then pulled her in for a kiss. At first, Gabby was shy, but Harry kissed her deeply,
and Fleur's hand held her there until she melted into it. Their tongues met, and she moaned into
his mouth. Gabby's heart hammered in her chest. Harry broke the kiss only to gasp for breath as Fleur went even faster. Fleur's hair whipped
about her face, and her body slapped against his with a wet, furious rhythm. Fleur reached
down and gripped his hair tightly as her pussy began to convulse.
" 'Ow does it feel …" she panted, her French accent thickening. "... to fuck both of us in the
same bed?" She didn't even hear his answer. She was too busy riding him like she was trying to
fracture his pelvis.
Gabrielle couldn't resist anymore. She kissed Harry again, and her tongue greedily explored his
mouth. Harry's hands roamed over both their bodies, unable to get enough. Gabby squeezed
Fleur's tit, feeling it bounce in her grip. Fleur then grabbed her hand and slid it down to where
her pussy swallowed Harry's cock.
She stroked Fleur's clit with gentle, trembling fingers, and Fleur shrieked. The sensation was too
much, and Fleur's body bucked wildly.
"Oui, oui, oui! Just like that!" Fleur screamed, slamming herself down and grinding against
Gabby's hand. She was so close.
Harry was close, too. He felt his balls tighten, and his vision was going white around the edges.
He clung to Fleur's ass, pulling her down hard and burying himself to the hilt. Gabby's fingers
kept stroking, and Fleur's orgasm hit her so hard she nearly collapsed. She cried out, and her
whole body convulsed. Her pussy clamped down on Harry's cock like a vice.
The sight of Gabby playing with Fleur's clit pushed Harry over the edge. He groaned and shot
his load deep inside Fleur, filling her up until it overflowed and leaked out around the base. Fleur
bucked her hips a few times, shuddered, and then breathlessly collapsed onto Harry's chest.
Gabrielle snuggled up beside them and pressed her flushed cheek against Harry's shoulder.
She stroked Fleur's hair and blushed deeply. Fleur turned her head, and their lips met in an
exhausted, happy kiss. Harry wrapped his arms around both of them, holding them close.
They lay together with Harry in the middle, all trying to catch their breath. Fleur was the first to
move. She rolled off Harry and sprawled on her back, stretching lazily and smiling at the ceiling.
"That was wonderful," Fleur said. "I cannot start the day without a large 'elping of 'Arry's cock."
Harry laughed, still panting. "You girls wore me out," he stated.
Gabrielle smiled shyly and snuggled even closer. "I liked watching," she quietly admitted. "And
touching." Fleur reached out and stroked Gabby's cheek with surprising gentleness. Gabby slightly leaned
into the touch and blushed. "Next time, you can ride 'im, and I'll do the touching," she said in a
dreamy voice. Gabby blushed harder but didn't say no. Harry couldn't help but smirk.
Breaking the Girl
Apolline stood by the window, slowly sipping her coffee. For a while, she simply watched the
bees fussing in the lavender and the birds shuffling and chirping as they pecked the grass.
She shifted her eyes and found the girls walking the perimeter of the back lawn. Even at a
distance, the contrast in their movements was striking. Fleur moved with an easy, elegant
confidence. Her silver-blonde hair fluttered like a banner in the breeze. Gabrielle practically
bounced on the balls of her feet with her arm twined through Fleur's in a clingy, puppyish way
that would have embarrassed her a week ago. But now, Gabby laughed with open delight. Fleur
snorted at something Gabby said, then pried herself loose and chased her through the herb
beds. They tumbled into the grass together, shrieking and giggling. Gabby's shrill laughs carried
through the open window.
Apolline's heart nearly burst with relief. For so long, Gabrielle had shied away from touch, from
laughter, and from any of the physicality that came so naturally to Fleur. Now, somehow, some
of that had changed. Apolline took a slow sip of her coffee as she thought about the man who
had made the difference.
She heard the stairs creak behind her, and she knew exactly who was coming down them. She
didn't even try to mask her smile as she turned.
Harry looked barely awake. His hair stuck up in every direction, and an old T-shirt clung to his
chest in a way that made his frame look both sturdy and panty-wettingly attractive. Apolline felt
her pussy throb when she saw him. He mumbled a tired "Good morning," but before he could
reach for the coffee pot, Apolline intercepted him with a warm, loving grace.
"Did you sleep well, 'Arry?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.
He gave her a sheepish, slightly lopsided grin. "I did, thanks. Fleur woke me up early because
she and Gabby were going to walk into town to do some shopping. Have they left already?"
"No, they are still out back in the garden. The shops don't open for another 'alf an 'our, so I
imagine they will be leaving soon," she replied. Her accent was strongest before noon, and she
used it to her advantage. Her accent alone would make Harry's cock hard.
Harry glanced through the window and watched the girls scampering around. "Gabrielle seems
… happy," he said, as Gabby bent down and plucked a wildflower. Apolline followed his gaze, set her mug aside, and moved closer. She pressed herself to him in
an embrace that was somehow both casual and deeply intimate. Harry stiffened in surprise, but
Apolline's arms were persuasive, and she pulled him in until his chin rested atop her head. He
breathed in the wonderful scent of her hair. Her large breasts, unencumbered by a bra beneath
her thin, flowered dress, flattened warmly against his chest.
"I 'ave not seen 'er like this since … well … ever, I suppose," she warmly explained. She pulled
back and looked at him with bright, warm eyes. "You are good for them both, I think," she said.
Harry's cheeks heated up, and he reflexively looked away. She caught his chin between her
fingers and tilted his face back. She kissed him on the cheek and then the lips. She let her soft,
full lips linger. "Merci," she whispered.
Apolline stepped back with a slight smirk. "I want to thank you properly, 'Arry. You are up for a
surprise gift, non?"
He blinked in bewilderment, but he nodded regardless. "Uh, sure?"
She linked her fingers with his and guided him out of the kitchen. They climbed the stairs
together. Apolline's hips swayed as she led him, and Harry's eyes drifted straight to her wide
ass. Apolline could feel his eyes on her ass and smirked. Her dress was scandalously short
even by her own standards, and her pink thong was visible whenever the hem fluttered. At the
landing, she paused, turned, and grinned at him. "You will love my gift," she promised.
She led him into the master bedroom, which was a large, sun-flooded space that somehow
managed to be both immaculate and inviting. The bed was made, but the sheets were slightly
rumpled, and a half-read novel lay open on the side table. A crystal vase of fresh lilies scented
the air. Apolline closed the door behind them and leaned against it, watching Harry with a
mixture of amusement and predatory hunger.
"So what's the, uh, gift?" Harry asked. He tried to sound confident but failed spectacularly.
Apolline's answer was to slowly drop to her knees in front of him. She pressed her palms to the
tops of his thighs, looked up at him with hooded, mischievous eyes, and began to unbuckle his
belt. Harry's hands hovered awkwardly at his sides.
"Wait …" he blurted out. "Fleur …"
Apolline silenced him with a finger against his lips. She then brushed it down his neck and chest
with seductive softness. "Fleur knows," she purred sultrily. "She gave me 'er blessing to thank
you. In fact, she insisted." She punctuated this with a throaty laugh. "She is very
accommodating." Harry's protest dissolved as Apolline unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down. His boxers
bulged, and Apolline admired the outline of his cock with an appreciative stare. She slid her
hands up his thighs, and her fingers dipped into the leg hole. The tips of her fingers brushed the
side of his shaft, and Harry shivered.
She eased his boxers down, and his cock flopped out. It was already half-hard, and quickly
thickening and rising under her gaze. Apolline let out a soft, delighted sigh. "Fleur did not
exaggerate," she murmured, more to herself than to him.
Apolline wrapped her fingers around the base and put her mouth to the tip. Her lips parted with
almost a frustrating slowness. She ran her tongue around the head, tasting the bead of
pre-cum, and then took him in until her face was pressed against his belly. Her throat worked
expertly around the shaft, and Apolline immediately began bobbing her head at a slow and
steady pace.
Harry braced himself aga