A Visit from Uncle Harry

Seventeen years later

Victoire looked on, a bit anxiously, as her Uncle Harry – hulking hunk of a man, if she was being honest – sat down for dinner at their table. Ever since she had graduated from Hogwarts, she had wanted to be a fixture at these particular dinners – she had been banned from attending them before.

These dinners caused her much consternation at first, but later on, she got into the spirit of things, and now, she was submerged in a sea of intoxication as she looked forward to these dinners. After all, her aunts – Hermione, Gabrielle and Ginny – were very, very possessive.

Victoire smiled sweetly at her father – Bill – and he gulped in return as Harry settled into the chair at the Head of the table. Because her uncle owned that position when he was around in lieu of her Dad. Her mother, as radiant as ever – making her ever so jealous, for she had inherited merely a fraction of the immense beauty her mother boasted of; her breasts were nowhere near as big, nor was her arse so deliciously pronounced – was seated between Harry and Bill, near the head of the table, and opposite her.

"Mom?" Victoire asked, as she found that her pasta was a bit more bland than she had intended, "Could you pass the salt?"

Fleur nodded and reached for the small salt shaker at her end of the table. She then stood up in her chair and leaned over to hand the shaker to Victoire.

And then, both ladies gasped as Harry dropped his fork and fondled Fleur's tit right in front of her daughter and her husband. He squeezed the clothed breast and pulled at it, so that the massive tit sprung back into place as he let go.

"'Arry!" her mother shrieked.

"Sorry," Harry said, though he didn't sound very apologetic at all, "Got a bit greedy there."

Victoire glanced at her red-faced dad, but he said nothing.

Bill then began to eat the food, but then gulped yet again as an unzipping sound was heard from the Head position. Victoire snapped her head around and grinned, for the beast had been unleashed. She could see it peeking beyond the edge of the table – a massive purpling one-eyed dome, throbbing in anticipation.

Her mother looked over at it as well, and blushed. Harry seemed to have finished his dinner, and looked about ready for 'dessert'. So he promptly got up and slapped his humongous cockmeat on the table, in front of her mother.

Fleur looked over at Bill quickly, and then seemed to relax as Victoire's father seemed to be entirely red-faced. Victoire practically soaked her panties at the sight of that massive throbbing veiny thing on the table – it looked like an enormous snake that wanted to ravish her.

"I did need some more of zis… seasoning," Fleur said in a husky voice. She grabbed Harry's penis with her left hand and twisted it towards her, even as Harry hissed in pleasure. She then smacked the head of his cock against her right palm, making an incredibly dirty slapping sound. Victoire could see that her father had stopped eating entirely and was watching the scene beside him in open-mouthed fascination.

"Hermione was kind enough to teach me zis," Fleur said, rubbing all over his cockhead, which was now smeared with pre-cum, with her soft palm, "It iz a delicious flavor. Bill, you must try zis."

Her father looked over at his wife smearing her palm all over Harry's piss-slit, with the black-haired man's massive cock throbbing over her plate and gasped, "Uh, no, that's alright. Thanks."

Fleur giggled.

Victoire herself rubbed her legs together in anticipation as her mother continued to smack and rub Harry's massive cock against her palm, dripping his pre-cum all over her right hand. Fleur then dropped Harry's cock back onto the table and rubbed her right hand all over the few remaining pasta pieces on her table. She then skewered the pasta with her fork and swallowed them.

"I love this flavor," she crooned in delight.

"You're such a slut, mother," Victoire said.

"'Arry's slut," Fleur corrected her.

Harry merely grinned and sat back down, his cock so massive that it leaned against the table – the mushroom head still peeking beyond the edge and pulsing ominously.

Suddenly, the flame burning at the kitchen chimney turned green.

"Oh crap!" Bill yelled, "I forgot I'd invited mother today!"

Victoire gasped and tidied herself immediately, but Harry and Fleur just remained in place.

"Harry," Bill hissed, "Put that away!"

"No can do," Harry said easily as he stretched his arms over his head, his cock still flush against the table. His pants were already off to the side at this point. And worse, (or perhaps it was better this way for Victoire) he was removing his t-shirt as well, showing off his immensely muscled physique.

"Harry!" Bill tried again, "My mom is going to be at dinner!"

"She can join the party then," Harry said casually, as he tossed the shirt off to the side.

Bill just gaped at his guest. And then he realized what Harry was talking about.

"You… you… and… mother?" he gasped.

Harry merely nodded and grinned. And at that precise moment, Victoire's grandmother – who still looked amazingly curvy, with a bust more massive than Fleur – stepped through the floo.

"Oh hello, Bill," Molly Weasley said in a hurry as she bustled through the floo, "Sorry I'm late… Arthur had some last minute meetings and I was assisting him with the…"

And she trailed off as she moved to the head of the table, only to notice a completely naked Harry Potter sitting in what was usually her seat whenever she came to dinner at Bill's.

Victoire watched in horrified fascination, mixed with a bit of amusement, as Molly gaped at Harry, and then at his enormous erection resting against the side of the table, and then at Fleur and Victoire.

"I… I…," Molly rasped, "Oh my. This is unexpected."

"Have a seat, Molly," Harry said, but he didn't quite indicate where.

"'Arry," Fleur said in a warning tone as Bill and Victoire gaped at the ridiculous scene. Molly couldn't seem to take her eyes off Harry's juicy man-meat.

"Harry," the Weasley matriarch managed at last, "My granddaughter is right there."

Harry looked at Victoire, then back at Molly, and nonchalantly answered, "I don't see the problem. Bill, is there a problem?"

"Uh…" Bill stammered.

For a moment, everyone at the table just sat or stood in stunned silence (except a terribly amused Harry and an exasperated Fleur); then, Molly narrowed her eyes at Harry.

"Oh, Harry," she said, "Fleur too?"

Harry shrugged.

"Bill?" Molly asked, looking at Bill.

Victoire glanced at her father, who could not seem to utter a word in return at the moment.

"Oh fine," Harry said at last, and vacated the seat.

Victoire swallowed as he stood up, his cockmeat waving all over the place. Molly sat down ever so delicately in the seat Harry had vacated, her eyes again zoning in on her cock, which was practically hovering next to her face.

Fleur cleared her throat. "Molly, 'ere," she said, and she got up and pulled the bowl of pasta sitting at the head of the table. Harry suddenly made his way around Molly, and ground his naked erection into Fleur's backside as she stood up.

"'Arry!" Fleur squealed, "Control yourself!"

"Not when you are around, babe," Harry said as his cock virtually disappeared in Fleur's enormous ass-flesh. He slammed it back and forth, up and down, shaking the entire table in the process.

"I'm going to keep moving around the table tonight," Harry panted, and Victoire swallowed a fair amount of drool as she watched him grind that enormous meat into her mother's heavenly backside, "Not a single woman at this table shall be spared."

***

Bill had miscalculated, and badly at that. He had no idea his daughter was coming back from school this early in December – the Hogwarts semester had ended earlier than he had expected. Moreover, his daughter had demanded entrance to the dinners with Uncle Harry that she had been denied before – he had no idea why he had consented to her being present. He had expected Harry to maintain some decorum while his daughter was present at the table, but this was ridiculous.

He knew Victoire knew about these dinners and about Harry's role – for lack of a better term – in their family. But this was beyond reason – his daughter had not taken her eyes off Harry's cock for the entire dinner. And worse, that was making him hard.

And then, his mother had entered their parlor, only to be greeted with the sight of Harry's obscenely large erection waving all over the place as he moved around the table at will; there was only one mercy – he hadn't touched Victoire so far, and that gave Bill some comfort, and spared him some guilt; his over-active imagination was already beginning to spur him into arousal at the thought of Harry pounding away into his petite teen daughter.

"Mom!" he gasped, as he saw – under Fleur's heaving milkbags as Harry ground into his wife – his mother take off her robes and sit on the chair in her lingerie.

His mom's tits were enormous, and were practically spilling out of her brassiere.

"What?" Molly asked, "Harry has this ludicrous tendency to tear off my robes when he's impatient."

That was all the confirmation he needed – Harry had banged his mother before. And he was going to do so again – only, this time, it would be in front of her eldest son.

Bill watched helplessly as his wife's amazing rump was reduced to jelly by its friction against the enormous rod of the wizard hero. He gulped, stopped eating his pasta, and then unzipped his own trousers, freeing his own prick. He knew it was all wrong – that he shouldn't be getting hard at this sight, but the night Harry had fucked his wife for the first time was one of the most memorable nights of his life and the subject of almost every wet dream – but he couldn't help himself. He wanted this.

He needed this. His dick was as hard as it could possibly be. Just one touch, and he would explode. And that was when Harry raised Fleur's robes over her bountiful arse and mauled it with his hands, moulding it and slapping it onto the table. Fleur squealed again.

The heavily muscled wizard then tore his wife's panties off, and then just shoved his entire length in. Harry's cock made a splurch sound as it just plumbed Fleur's depths and his wife shrieked, her eyes rolling into her head as Harry slammed his manmeat into Fleur's vagina in one go.

"So big," Fleur screamed, "Oh fuuuuuuuuucck!"

And then she came – in one thrust. Her vagina splattered Harry's cock with her juices and a big splosh landed all over Bill's left thigh. His wife had just cum from a single thrust of Harry's cock.

"I've sampled the mother," Harry said, "Now it's time to inaugurate my arrival in the daughter's teen pussy."

"No," Bill gasped, even as his cock throbbed at the sight of Harry unsheathing his cock from Fleur's cunt, which simply did not want to let go, from the way it clung to him as he unleashed his beast again with a massive plop and a splurch of his wife's cunt-juice.

Fortunately for Bill, his mother took over the duty of stopping Harry from reaching his granddaughter. Unfortunately for Bill, though, his mother chose to stop Harry with her massive pair of mammaries.

He barely even noticed his wife sit down with a dazed look on her face, especially since Harry's balls were presently slapping against the bottom of his mother's humongous boobs as the hero's cock sawed right through Molly's generous cleavage, the top half of his cock spearing into her drooling gob over and over.

"Damn, Molly," Harry groaned as Bill's mother screamed at the top of her lungs, even with her mouth muffled by Harry's inflamed cockhead, "Fucking your mouth is like going to war with a screaming army!"

Bill's eyes were fixed on his mother's huge, jiggling breasts, trying and failing to contain the monstrous cockmeat that speared in and out of the valley between them, squelching into her slutty mouth, even as she muffled her screams into the massive piss slit of Harry's cock.

"Merde," Fleur gasped.

Bill spared her a glance, even as his cock pulsed in his hand, intending to turn back to the mesmerizing sight of his mother swallowing cock, but his glance turned into a bewildered stare as his pink-faced wife lunged from her chair in frustration and dove into Harry's muscular bum. Harry gasped and glanced back in pleasant surprise and Fleur's blonde locks hovering around his ass.

Then, he groaned as he started grinding his cock even faster into Molly's cleavage. The lewd sounds of Fleur's tongue delving into Harry's asshole, licking away with abandon were added to the room, and Bill gaped at his wife doing something she had never done to him before.

"Fuck, you're such sluts," Victoire groaned and Bill started – he had almost forgotten his daughter was there. He gaped at his daughter, who had already thrown her robes to the floor, and was stripping out of her lingerie.

"No," Bill gasped, "Victoire… sit…"

"No way," she yelled, her eyes fixed on Harry's spit-slathered cock playing peek-a-boo with his mother's cleavage, "I'm going to join in. This is way too unfair!"

"No," Bill gasped again, "Fleur, Mom, say something to her!"

Fleur muffled something into Harry's ass and his mom's muffled scream seemed more like an invite than a sanction, especially with her lips stretched obscenely by Harry's cock, still sandwiched by her bountiful breasts.

Victoire smirked at him and sauntered around the table up to Harry, who merely grinned at her.

"Atta girl," he crowed as he seized her by her nipples and pulled, drawing a scream from Bill's teen daughter.

"HARRY!" Molly screamed as the monster cock popped out of her mouth, "MMMMMFFFF…" It had squelched into her drooling trap again. "GENTLY… MMMMFFFFF!" she tried again as his cock popped in and out for the umpteenth time.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry said in a bored voice as he hugged Victoire to one side, her tits squashing into his chest. He then turned his face around to give the teenager a hot, steaming kiss, his tongue practically plowing into her hot mouth.

It was incredible and absurd to Bill – how Harry seemed to have no problem holding a conversation while jackhammering his cock through Molly's tits and into her mouth, even as Fleur tongued away at his asshole and he kissed Victoire so hard her toes curled.

He was ruining three generations of Bill's family. And absurdly, it made him harder than ever.

Harry and Victoire drew apart at last, only to grin evilly at each other. Victoire abruptly knelt down so that she was level with Molly's heaving tits. She then leaned in, pushing both her small hands into Molly's breast-cushions and then attached her tongue to one side of Harry's mushroom cockhead.

Molly huffed in frustration as her own mouth was deprived and Victoire engulfed the whole of Harry's cockhead as it fucked out of Molly's breast valley.

"Victoire," Molly scolded as she was jerked back and forth by Harry's constant breastfucking. She then looked askance at Bill and said, "Looks like the last remaining adult Weasley female has fallen at last."

Bill took one look at Victoire, whose eyes were closed in bliss as she hummed in satisfaction around Harry's cockhead, which had caused her cheeks to balloon in its shape, before it withdrew, lathered now in a fresh coating of spit, and Bill exploded all over his dinner. He jerked pathetically in his chair as his prick discharged spurt after spurt of semen all over his past.

"Bill," Molly gasped in shock, "That is… not healthy."

Victoire pulled her mouth of Harry's cockhead, which was then promptly swallowed up by Molly with a hum of contentment and stared incredulously at Bill.

"Daddy," she panted as her face scrunched up, "Ew! So gross!"

"You're one to talk," Fleur said wryly as she emerged from Harry's buttocks at last."

"Like you're not a big slut, mom," Victoire retorted.

"Enough talk," Harry said as he pulled his cock out of Molly's tits, which were practically coated with pre—cum and drool.

He then caught Victoire, who yelped and lifted her into the air, with her front to Bill and her thighs spread-eagled in Harry's hands and hanging uselessly. Her tight teen pussy gaped open ever so slightly, almost pristine pink, but dripping arousal as it hung right over Harry's massive, throbbing log.

"Fleur," Harry said, "Angle it up. I'm going to take your little bitch now."

Fleur giggled and slapped Harry's thigh playfully. Bill hardened again as he saw his wife angle Harry's cock up towards her own daughter's vagina, but even Fleur could not resist the sight of the splendid man-meat hanging in front of her face as she plunged it down her throat, choking and gagging on the cock, before she finally relented and continued pushing the cock against Victoire.

Victoire whimpered as her vaginal lips stretched outward around his massive dome, even as he grunted and inched his hips upwards. Victoire cried out again as Harry pushed another fat, throbbing inch of his cock into her little cunt.

"SO FUCKING BIG!" Victoire screamed.

"Watch your mouth," Molly reprimanded from behind Harry, as she massaged Harry's balls with both her hands, even as Fleur licked, completely unruffled by her daughter's drooling quim swallowing her lovers meat right above her head, at the part of Harry's shaft that was not sheathed in teenage cunt at that moment.

Bill panted and humped his own curled fist as he saw a cylindrical shape mould its way into existence around his daughter's abdomen, even as Harry grunted and pushed a fair bit more of his fat shaft into Victoire's impossibly tight vagina.

"So," Fleur asked with a shrewd glance up at Harry, "Is my daughter as tight as Hermione?"

Harry winked down at her. "Almost," he grunted again as he gave a mighty push and his cock just rammed its way into Victoire's cervix, even as the teenage girl's eyes rolled up into her skull and her scream tapered off into a shrill shriek.

He then grinned in triumph, and Bill finally noticed that Harry had finally sheathed himself balls-deep in his daughter's quim.

Then, with stupendous effort, the muscles in Harry's arms working overtime to keep Victoire in place, he flushed his cock out of Victoire's vagina, drawing half of his meatstick out, and then speared right back in, drawing another scream from Victoire, even as her vagina squelched erotically and ejected a dollop of love-juice.

"Merde," Fleur gasped as she stared at the fascinating sight, "You're ruining her for my son-in-law."

"Don't care," Harry said.

"Who's probably going to be your godson," Fleur finished with a smirk.

Harry's eyes almost bugged out. "What?" he asked, stupefied, "Teddy? Wait… no… what?"

"KEEP FUCKING ME RAW!" Victoire yelled, even as her tongue lolled out and her eyes rolled up, as Harry gaped at Fleur, moving Victoire up and down his cock almost automatically.

"Dammit, Fleur, you should have told me she was dating Teddy!" he groaned, "This is not right!"

"Not right?" Fleur asked incredulously, "You were banging my mother-in-law and my daughter in front of me with no trace of guilt not five minutes ago."

"That was then," Harry groaned again, "Dammit, Fleur, I'll finish her off, and then I'm done with her! Dammit, I care for that boy."

"FUCK ME GOOD! FUCK ME GOOD UNCLE HARRY!" Victoire screamed as he started moving her up and down at an even greater pace.

"Think of it as you training her for Teddy," Molly said with a laugh, "That should assuage your guilt."

"Is that supposed to be funny?" Harry asked, annoyed, as Victoire's vagina finally broke, squirting wildly around his cock.

"AAAAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!" Victoire half-laughed, half-screamed in erotic pleasure as she slumped in Harry's arms, even as Bill discharged a second, more meager load of semen all over his thighs.

"You broke her in!" Fleur said happily, "Congratulations!"

"Fuck you," Harry snarled as he deposited Victoire into a vacant chair at the table. The girl was still spasming and giggling as she strove to come down from her orgasm.

"Oh don't be mad, stud-man," Fleur said playfully as Harry sat down at the head of the table again, his cock still pointing straight into the air.

"I cannot believe you two made me… helped me bang… my godson's girlfriend!" he said again, addressing both the less insensate women smirking at him, "That was crossing a line!"

Both women merely laughed.

"Okay, that's it," Harry said, "You two are really getting it tonight."

Through the rest of the "dinner", Bill had four more orgasms as he watched his wife and mother take turns to use Harry's cock as an arse-drilling apparatus.

***

"… I saw Victoire kissing Teddy!" James Potter told his father conspiratorially.

"Oh that's so romantic!" Lily Potter told her father.

Harry palmed his face tiredly and looked askance at Ginny.

"They were talking about some recording that had made them both a bit… er…" James made a vaguely lewd gesture that clearly meant 'horny.'

"James," Harry warned.

"I'm just saying!" James defended.

"Ugh," Rose said, now looking disgusted, "That's not… romantic at all."

"Apparently," James continued, "Victoire filmed it on the sly on the eighteenth of last month at her place."

"James," Hermione said tiredly, "Stop traumatizing your sister."

"But mom," he said and then shut up immediately as he was subjected to her glare.

Hermione bit her lip as both James and Rose made their way onto the train and waved them goodbye.

"The eighteenth?" she asked as she turned to look at Harry, completely confused, "They invited you to dinner on the eighteenth at Fleur's."

Harry tried and failed to suppress a sigh.

"Wait a minute," Hermione said, narrowing her eyes at Harry, "This recording… that made your godson and his girlfriend frisky… I wonder if…"

"Wow, look at the time," Harry said lightly, "We really should be heading back."

"HARRY!" Hermione shrieked as she put two and two together, "Your godson's girlfriend! REALLY!"

Harry sighed again. He was in for a long night. Again.