Breaking the Girl
Chapter 7
Apolline's breathing was still heavy as she purred and arched her back, pushing her chest out.
With her hands cradling the cum-splattered underside of her tits, she glanced down in open
amusement at the mess Harry had left on her. Her nipples were hard and puffy, and they jutted
out against the streaks of white cum on her otherwise smooth skin. Harry swallowed,
mesmerized by the sight. Apolline caught his gaze and shot him a knowing smile.
She cupped her breasts together, squeezing a glistening string of cum so that it slowly dripped
from the deep valley of her cleavage. She looked up at him, unashamed. Then, with an elegant
movement, she peeled the dress the rest of the way off and let it slide down her body. It puddled
around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but a thin pink thong, which was already damp at the
crotch. Her body was stunning. Her curves and ivory skin had his cock back to full hardness.
Her thighs were shapely and smoother than anything he had ever seen, and her ass was even
wider and more decadent than Fleur's. That was a feat that Harry didn't think was possible.
Apolline turned her back to Harry and slowly stepped across the bedroom floor. From behind,
Harry could see her bare breasts swinging gently as she walked, and the deep curve of her
back led to the round perfection of her hips and ass. Her thong was incredibly tiny, and the
string vanished between her pillowy ass cheeks as she moved. As she crossed the room,
Apolline trailed one hand down her side and onto her hip, glancing over her shoulder to see
whether Harry was following. Of course, he was. She stopped at the bathroom door, hooked her
thumb into the thin string, and tugged her thong halfway down her legs. She then looked back
and winked.
She peeled off the thong and let it dangle from her toes for a moment before flicking it away.
Harry's cock twitched as Apolline reached for the bathroom door and beckoned him with a crook
of her finger. "You may join me, if you want," she teased. "I'll let you scrub my back." She
disappeared into the white tiled en suite bathroom.
Harry kicked off his jeans and yanked his shirt over his head, nearly tripping as he hurried after
her. He heard the shower turn on and the shower door open. He stepped into the bathroom to
find Apolline standing under the showerhead, letting the warm water cascade down her sexy
body and rinse the cum from her chest. Her hair was already pinned up, exposing her delicate
neck. The water beaded on her skin, highlighting every dip and curve.
Harry stood in the doorway for a moment, just looking at her. Apolline glanced over and laughed
low in her throat. "Don't be shy now," she said, crooking a finger again. He grinned stupidly and
stepped inside, and the steam enveloped him. The shower was hot and smelled faintly of
lavender. Apolline reached for a bar of soap and lathered it between her palms. She then held it out to
Harry with a cheeky smile. "You said you would 'elp me, so do it," she commanded, tossing the
soap to him. As Harry caught it, she turned away and presented her back to him. Her arms
outstretched to brace herself against the wall.
Harry pressed the bar into his hands until it foamed, then set about gently washing her
shoulders and upper back. Her skin was impossibly soft, and she let out a low, appreciative
moan as he worked his way downward, following the curve of her spine. Apolline's back arched
as he moved to her lower back, and she pressed her ass into his hips, grinding playfully. Harry
soaped her hips, then her thighs. He then finally slid his hands up to cup her breasts from
behind.
Apolline giggled. "You are very eager," she said, rolling her head back onto his shoulder. Harry
chuckled and soaped her tits thoroughly, squeezing and bouncing them in his palms. He
marveled at the weight and warmth of them. He loved how Apolline's nipples stiffened as he
pinched and rolled them between his fingers. She reached back and stroked his cock, which
was already standing at attention.
She turned to face him, and her eyes were dark and hooded. She pressed her slippery, soapy
body up against his. She hugged him fiercely, planting hot little kisses along his jaw, and then
reached down and grasped his cock more firmly. She stroked it with both hands, twisting her
wrists so the foam built up and ran down the length. "You 'ave been fantasizing about me,
'aven't you, 'Arry?" she whispered in his ear as she sank to her knees.
Harry could barely speak. She pressed his cock between her soapy tits and bounced them
together, trapping his shaft in a pillowy, slick vise. She moved her chest up and down, giving him
a makeshift titfuck that immediately threatened to drive him crazy. Harry moaned and put his
hands on her shoulders for balance.
"Don't cum yet," Apolline cautioned. "I want to feel you inside first."
She stood up, turned around, and bent over at the waist so that her ass was right at cock level.
She braced herself against the cold marble of the shower wall and looked back at him with a
challenge in her eyes. "Now you can wash my 'air," she teased, as if nothing in the world were
more natural.
Harry stepped in, and his cock slipped between Apolline's thighs to nudge against her slippery,
soapy pussy. He grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squirted some into his palm before
massaging it into her scalp. Apolline purred at the attention, relishing the firm but gentle way his
fingers worked through her hair.
She reached between her legs and guided his cock to her entrance before slowly pushing
herself back onto him. Her pussy was hot and tight and so slick from the soap and her own
arousal that he slid in easily, bottoming out almost immediately. Apolline gasped as her pussy was stretched to its limit, and Harry groaned from the sensation of her slick walls hugging him.
He held her hips and started to thrust. Harry fucked her gently at first, but his thrusts got harder
and faster as Apolline pushed back to match his rhythm.
Water poured over them, and Apolline moaned louder with every stroke of her pussy. She
reached back and clawed at his hip, demanding more. Harry deepened his thrusts and tightly
gripped her waist as he drove into her. The slap of wet skin echoed off the tile.
He reached around to grab her tits again, squeezing them together as he fucked her from
behind. Apolline's head pressed into her forearm, and she bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut in
bliss. She was panting, and Harry knew she was close. He angled his hips so his cock rubbed
right against her g-spot, and Apolline nearly shrieked with pleasure.
She looked back at him and hissed, "Cum in me, 'Arry, I want to feel it." He couldn't have
stopped if he wanted to. He slammed into her repeatedly as his balls tightened. Harry moaned
loudly as Apolline's silky walls fluttered around his cock. Unable to hold on any longer, he
emptied himself deep inside her. Apolline whimpered as she felt it. She braced her legs and
pushed back hard, milking him for every drop.
The hot water rained over their bodies as Harry pulled back, and his slick cock slipped from her
still-cumming pussy. Apolline finally straightened up, turned, and kissed Harry deeply. She
stroked his chest with a soft, contented smile. Harry continued to clean her breasts, belly, and
thighs while she washed out any trace of him from inside her body.
When they finally shut off the shower, Apolline toweled off and slipped her arms around Harry's
waist, not caring that her breasts were still bare. She pressed herself to him, and he could see
the playful hunger still in her eyes. "Take me to bed," she ordered.
Harry scooped her up into his arms, and Apolline squealed and playfully kicked her bare feet as
Harry carried her back into the bedroom.
Harry tossed her onto the bed, and Apolline squeaked as her body bounced. She laughed,
rolled back, and stretched her arms lazily over her head, letting her breasts flop out to the sides.
Her legs fell open, and her bald pussy glistened in the morning light. The folds were plump,
delicate, and pink, with a subtle cleft that seemed to invite Harry's gaze. Harry reached out and
ran a finger up the length of her slit. The lips parted under his touch, revealing the gleam of her
tiny, glistening pink folds and a bead of wetness at the top.
Apolline's lips curled in amusement. She watched him with a soft smirk. "You cannot take your
eyes off me," she purred, her accent thick and throaty. Harry absentmindedly nodded while
lowering his mouth to her mound and flicking his tongue over her clit. The taste was clean and
faintly soapy, with an undertone of sweetness that made him hungry for more. He traced the
outline of her lips with his tongue while sliding two fingers inside her. She arched her back and
made a low, whorish moan, grabbing his hair for leverage. He teased her for a while, stroking and licking until she was trembling. He pulled away and
flipped her over onto her stomach. Harry spread her legs and planted a hand at the small of her
back to keep her down. Apolline's ass was perfectly heart-shaped, and the thick cheeks were
round and as pale as cream. Harry squeezed her ass with both hands, kneading the flesh and
making Apolline squeal. He pressed his thumb into the crease, watching the way her cheeks
spread. The little crinkle of her asshole puckered in the open air.
She looked back at him, her hair falling over one eye, and she grinned. "That is what you want,
no?" She reached behind her and parted her cheeks wider, proudly showing off her pussy and
asshole. The pussy lips were fat, pink, and still glistening, and the asshole was a small, perfect
circle of crinkled flesh. It was tighter than he ever dreamed it could be. Apolline rubbed a finger
around her rim and teased herself. She then pressed her thumb right to the center and wiggled
it for effect.
"You can take me 'ere, if you want," she cooed, glancing down at his hard cock. "I know 'ow
much men like that."
Harry felt his cock twitch. He knelt behind her and was about to spit on her asshole, but Apolline
stopped him with a laugh. "Wait. There is lube in the drawer." She pointed to the nightstand.
Harry fumbled it open and found a little bottle of clear gel, which he snapped open and
squeezed onto his fingers. The lube was cold, but it warmed quickly as he smeared it over his
shaft. Harry then squeezed a healthy dollop right onto her puckered hole.
Apolline reached back and rubbed some of it around her asshole. She then dipped the tip of one
finger into herself, making herself moan. She pushed her hips up, presenting herself, and
looked back at him expectantly.
Harry pressed a lube-slickened finger to her hole and began to work it in slowly at first. He
twisted his finger deeper as Apolline relaxed under his touch. Her ass clenched instinctively, and
the tightness made Harry's cock throb. He worked another finger in, spreading her gently, until
her asshole loosened enough that the rim was stretched wide and shiny. Apolline's breathing
grew ragged.
"That's it. More," she demanded.
Harry lined up his cock and pressed the head to her hole. He pushed, and it took a bit of effort,
but the fat head eventually slipped inside. Apolline tensed and then exhaled as her body
adjusted to the intrusion. Harry leaned forward and gently stroked her back as he slid his cock
deeper. She shook beneath him and whimpered as her hole continued to stretch around him.
"That feels good, 'Arry," she said through a shudder. "Go slow at first." Harry did as he was told. He pulled out and then pushed in again, each time burying himself
deeper. Apolline's ass gripped him like a vice, and the sensation was so intense that he had to
grit his teeth to keep from cumming right then. "It's so tight," Harry moaned as her ass squeezed
his invading shaft. She groaned louder, and Harry lovingly caressed her lower back. Harry
worked his hips in a slow, steady rhythm, letting Apolline get used to the fullness. It turned him
on even more, hearing her squeak every time he thrust.
After a minute, Apolline started to push back, matching his thrusts. Her hands fisted the sheets,
and her face was red with effort. " 'Arder," she said, looking up at him from under her lashes. "I
can take it."
He complied, grabbed her wide, fleshy hips, and slammed into her ass with increasing force.
The slap of their skin was loud, and the pressure made Apolline's pussy drool onto the
bedsheets. Harry drove into her faster and harder, and Apolline howled in pleasure.
He reached around and rubbed her hard and swollen clit to keep her balanced on the edge of
pleasure and pain. The dual sensations overwhelmed her, and her body shuddered. She hissed
in French, cursing and begging for more.
"Switch," she gasped suddenly, twisting under him and flipping onto her back. She grabbed his
cock and guided it to her pussy, and the tip glided in with almost no resistance. Harry fucked her
hard, plunging in and out, the heat and friction of her pussy was almost as good as her ass.
Apolline tossed her head back and screamed as Harry alternated between her holes,
sometimes plunging back into her ass and then shoving into her pussy until she was just a mess
of slick, hot flesh.
Harry put a hand behind Apolline's neck and kissed her hard as he drove into her. Her eyes
rolled back, and her thighs clamped around his hips as she pulled him in tight. The bed shook
with the power of his thrusts.
Apolline's cunt began to flutter and squeeze as she neared orgasm. Harry could feel it coming.
Her body began quivering, and her breath came out in cute little gasps. He reached down,
rubbed her clit in hard circles, and pounded her with everything he had.
She bucked wildly, grabbed his shoulders, and let out a squeal as the orgasm hit. Her pussy
clenched so hard that Harry almost lost control. He kept thrusting, and suddenly Apolline's
whole body spasmed, and a jet of hot liquid gushed out, splattering Harry's cock and stomach
and dripping onto the sheets below.
Feeling his orgasm nearing, Harry pulled out of her cumming pussy and thrust his cock straight
into her waiting asshole. Her hole squeezed him tightly as he began to thrust. It was too much to
handle. After a few pumps, Harry groaned and flooded her ass with his sticky cream. Apolline
whimpered as her back door was filled. He thrust all the way in and leaned down, kissing her
passionately while her tight hole puckered around his shaft. Breaking the Girl
A few hours later, the house filled with the sound of footsteps and laughter as Fleur and
Gabrielle returned from their morning out. Fleur's melodic voice called out from the entryway.
"We're back!"
Harry looked up from his book, stretched, and strolled to the landing to greet them. Fleur swept
in with her arms full of shopping bags. Her face glowed with a faint flush from the sun. Gabrielle
trailed behind, but her eyes were bright and fixed on Harry. She shifted her weight from foot to
foot as if itching to bolt up and throw herself at him.
"Welcome home, loves," Harry said. He strode down the steps, leaned in, and kissed Fleur
sweetly on the mouth, but Fleur deepened it. Her lips were warm and needy. Fleur's hand
caressed his cheek, then dropped away as she caught Gabrielle's hopeful stare.
Gabrielle bit her lip and inched closer. Harry opened his arms for her, and she darted in, burying
her face into his neck. She breathed him in and found that he had recently showered. He
squeezed her tight, and Gabrielle squeaked in delight. Harry slid his hands down her back,
cupped her ass, and lifted her easily off the ground. Gabrielle's legs instantly locked around his
waist, and she clung to him.
Fleur watched them with a look of fondness and exasperation. "You spoil 'er, 'Arry," Fleur said,
crossing her arms as she set the bags down. She tried to sound severe, but her lips were pulled
into a small smile. "She will expect to be carried everywhere now."
Harry grinned, and Gabrielle's thighs flexed around his torso. "Don't be jealous, Fleur. You'll get
your fair share."
"Hmmmph! I better," Fleur said with a cheeky smile.
Gabrielle beamed and stuck her tongue out at her. Harry leaned in and caught her tongue
between his lips. He sucked on it, and Gabrielle moaned into his mouth. Fleur made a sound of
mock disgust and muttered something in French.
"Shall I put you down now?" Harry asked.
Gabrielle shook her head emphatically. "No." She hugged him tighter and rested her head on his
shoulder. Fleur rolled her eyes and bent to grab the bags, but she stole glances at Harry and
her Gabby whenever she thought they weren't looking. Her cheeks were pinker than before.
Harry carried Gabrielle to the sofa and sat down with her straddling his lap. Fleur entered the
living room with a shopping bag in each hand, but set them aside and perched elegantly on the
armrest. Gabrielle was giggling mischievously and wriggling against Harry's lap every time Fleur
looked away. "What did you get up to?" Fleur asked. She stroked Harry's hair with idle affection, but her
attention was clearly on Gabby.
"I spent some quality time with Apolline," he honestly told her. Fleur smirked.
"Did she thank you properly?" Fleur asked, gently scratching his scalp with her perfectly
manicured nails. Harry took her hand and kissed it, making Fleur giggle.
"Very properly," he told her with a knowing smile. Fleur chuckled and tousled his hair.
Gabrielle snuggled harder into him. "I missed you," she said. "Did you miss me, 'Arry?"
Harry played along, pretending to think about it. "A little. Could have used a cuddle, now that
you mention it." He squeezed her hips and nuzzled her neck. Gabrielle shivered and giggled.
Her skirt had ridden up, and Harry could see the pale, smooth skin of her thigh. The crotch of
her pale blue panties clung tightly to the shape of her pussy.
Fleur watched them with a half-smile tugging at her lips. She set a hand on Harry's shoulder,
and her fingernails grazed his neck. "If you are done with your games, maybe you will take us
upstairs, yes?" Her voice was brisk, and she was breathing faster.
Gabrielle pouted teasingly. "Are you jealous?" she asked, rubbing her cute nose against Harry's
neck. Fleur snorted and poked her in the ribs, making her jump and squeal.
"Why would I be jealous? 'e was mine first, you know," Fleur replied with a smirk and a raised
eyebrow.
Gabrielle laughed and hugged Harry tighter. "Maybe 'e likes me better now," she teased. She
wiggled in Harry's lap, and a small gasp escaped her lips when her pussy ground on his hard
bulge.
Harry chuckled and squeezed her upper thigh. He shifted Gabrielle in his lap, pulled Fleur down,
and kissed her deeply. She responded with a soft moan, and she bit his bottom lip when he
pulled away.
"Enough teasing," Fleur said, her voice suddenly low and full of desire. "You will take us to bed
now."
Harry smirked at her and stood with Gabrielle still clamped around his waist, her arms and legs
hanging on for dear life. Fleur stalked alongside them as he carried Gabrielle up the stairs. The
girls exchanged a look and burst into giggles.