What? Is she serious? No matter what, Ron did feel this was utterly bizarre. But who was he to deny when blessings come upon him?
But still, with some fear, he tried to hide his length. "It's still not fully erect, Mrs. Apolline."
Shocking Ron, Apolline had something else in mind.
"Umm… Allow me to 'elp, then," she smiled alluringly as she stepped even closer to him.
Ron was baffled by her straightforwardness for a second, but then he remembered Fleur. Like mother; like daughter, they both seemed to be pretty up front about their desires. The woman was so beautiful that to reject this would be a sin.
Apolline suddenly took out her wand. With a slight flick, the clothes on her sensually mature body unwrap themselves, leaving her in white underwear. It wasn't just some childish underwear, but delectably full of lace. The gaps in the material teased him with a peak, while the lacy girdle around her waist held up her white stockings, looking elegant, mature, and sexy at the same time.
Ron stared wide-eyed at her glorious figure.
She had utterly large breasts, perfect to cuddle and suckle on, hidden under that sexy lace-covered bra. Her wide child-bearing hips were perfectly curved up to her slim waist, but her glutinous thighs were even better. That lacy white thongs of hers curved from her hips down to her warm core, forming a taut V shape that caused his pecker to twitch, aching to rip it off. The small lace-filled girdle did nothing to hide the fullness of her thigh as they held up the stockings covering her lustrous legs.
Ron could already imagine how wonderful it would feel to be squeezed between those soft, gentle cushions as she squealed in delight—dreaming of grabbing and kneading them both as he forced them to open wide for him.
Apolline suddenly removed her tight bra with ease, and her firm, big, voluptuous breasts spilled out, bouncing erotically. Ron could see her delectable, big nubs and medium-sized pink areolas.
Ron, completely stunned, couldn't take his eyes off them. His mouth was wide open, surprised and shocked at how Fleur's mother showed him her priceless assets like this.
Just a little… just a little… The words ran through his mind as his hand involuntarily rose up.
Just a little touch… just a little bit… his other hand tugged on his bulging need, trying to adjust the tight restriction around the hardness of his arousal.
The room was silent as the corner of Apolline's glossy lips turned up, seeing how Ron couldn't hold back his hands. She allowed him to touch her warm skin, his cold finger titillating her. Without the need to say anything, Ron's hand went even further, cupping one of her breasts with his spread fingers as much as he could.
They were so soft and gentle that his fingers sunk in, drowning in her cloud-like fluffiness.
"Hmmm…" Apolline gave a small hum in approval of his tentative hunger.
She suddenly pulled him closer by the waistband of his pants, forcing his hand to press on her creamy breast even harder. Then her hands moved to unbutton his pants and slowly pull down his zipper.
Ron locked eyes with her. He understood that she knew what she was doing, and Ron knew what she wanted. It all felt so wrong, but oh so right.
She then lowered his pants, along with his dark red underwear, revealing his fully erect eagerness.
"Umm… Good. I will teach you, yes?" Apolline suddenly commented.
"What?!"
Before Ron could react, she sheathed her wand on her lacy girdle and knelt down in front of him while holding his throbbing length in her tight grip. Apolline's beautiful, pale face was very close to his straining shaft, taking a serious look. Her eyes examined every bump and groove, marveling at his swollen crown, looking a little amazed.
Ron felt a little flustered as if he was a prized stallion, examined thoroughly for breeding.
She suddenly parted her lips and swiped the flat surface of her tongue over the slit of Ron's cock. Then she suddenly leaned in and allowed his firm shaft to enter her mouth, her sexy lips curving around his tip. Her tongue encircled his crown and wetted half his length, as if she was preparing him for more.
Ron couldn't think straight. It felt like an agonizing tease. Everything felt hot, scorching, and feverish. "F-fuck, Mrs. Delacour…!"
Her finger waved in the air as she released his cock from her lips, "Such language is unbecoming, Monsieur Weasley…"
Then, her head went down again, allowing his cock to impale her throat again; This time, she sucked and licked, allowing his iron-hard rod to enter fully, striking the back of her throat.
Apolline hummed around the thickness of Ron's cock in her mouth, her tongue twirling and rubbing against the vein on the underside. As she bobbed her head, her sizable hills jiggled and bounced, swaying with her curvy body. Her hair flicked behind her, caressing the smooth, naked skin of her back.
Ron could see how her whole body moved down there, fully into devouring his cock. Her plump thighs trembled a little, teasing him. Oh, how much he wanted to clutch them in his palms and slap them with his pelvis.
"Oh! Merlin! Your…. M-Mouth feels… So hot! Mrs. Delacour…" he groaned.
She sucked and suckled, stroked and squeezed. Her experienced tongue soothed and massaged his bulging veins, feeling the throb of his molten head. Her hands fondled his balls, caressing his sensitive spots to oblivion.
Ron could feel he was teetering on the edge of release, but to his surprise, Apolline noticed the same thing and released his swollen flesh from her smoldering throat.
"Ah…" Ron released a heavy breath, forced to come down off the ledge, a little disappointed but relieved.
Apolline suddenly stood up, turned around, and walked towards the couch on the other side of the room. Ron was amazed at the sight of her 'well upholstered' ass, swaying with each step. That sexy, lacy thongs of hers and the straps that held on tightly to her white stockings were mesmerizing. He just wanted to tug on them and let them slap back towards her ass.
Apolline sat her full derriere on the velvet couch, gracefully crossing her legs and spreading her hands, delicately curling her fingers in invitation as her elbows smushed her godly-sized hills together.
"Come 'ere young man, satiate your thirst… And call me… Madame," her lips curled into a seductive smile.
"Ma… Madame Delacour?" Ron hesitantly came forward, a little confused.
"No, darling… Madame D, your mistress for the day," Apolline licked her lips, looking straight at him like a cougar having found its prey. She suddenly pulled out her wand, pointed at him with a delicate flick, and pulled his body closer to her with Levitation.
Ron's body stopped right in front of her as she parted her legs, allowing him to kneel between her thighs. He noticed how he was forced to lean in, his face an inch away from her glorious bosom.
"Come on, you know you want to," she said as she released her magic.
Ron's face fell forward, smothered in her alluring cleavage, taking in the sweet scent of her body. He steadied himself with both hands on the backrest, but his tongue already got busy. His face was covered by the cushiony, soft hills, drowning in her sweet scent.
Apolline leaned back, wiggling further into her seat. Both her hands supported her heavy mounds, presenting them to Ron, breathing heavily at his moist touch. Being helpful, Ron took over the job of supporting her heavy assets, holding both in her hands. He kneaded and fondled the creamy flesh, letting it spill through the gap of her fingers. They were so big he couldn't hold them fully in each palm.
His lips brushed over the swell of her breasts and took in one of her exposed nipples. He sucked and nibbled, causing her body to tremble. He pinched and plucked, earning gentle moans from his newly found, commanding sex education professor.
"Go on, darling… you can do better than zat…" she whispered as she caressed his hair, pulling his face into her soft flesh even more.
Ron's tongue went even wilder, his hands kneaded even harsher, tugging and clenching her breasts. Feeling like it wasn't enough, he pushed the gentle clouds together, causing the peaks to meet up in the middle, and sucked on them at the same time, biting and flicking with his tongue.
"Oh, yesss... that's it… Drink up, my darling…" She threw her head back, arching into his mouth as he swirled his tongue around both peaks. "Uuummm…"
Ron inhaled the delicate scent of her delectable mounds, squeezing them with both hands as hard as he could. As Apolline wiggled in delight, her arms wrapped around Ron's neck. Forced to shove his face in even more, Ron's hands couldn't hold her beautiful hills anymore and merely sucked on them like a hungry calf with its wild tongue.
Ron's hands moved down to her pure white girdle, undoing the claps to her stockings. Then they trailed back up to her hot, lacy thong, tugging it down and off her legs; While doing all that, he never stopped suckling on her swollen nipple.
Apolline was amazed at how nimble he was as she withered beneath him.
Releasing her magnificent mounds, Ron pulled back a bit and started licking her belly, lower and lower as she leaned back on the couch. His hands grabbed her thighs, caressing down to her stocking-covered knees, gently spreading them wider. His face came down, his tongue swirling and slithering, tickling her lower abdomen.
Apolline started to pant heavily, expecting him to reach her soaking-wet pussy. However, before he did, his head shifted to her thighs, worshiping each one with salivating licks, covering her thick flesh with his spit. Fondling them with his hands from above. His head moved slowly between her tender thighs.
Apolline quivered with each tease, sensing the tense thirst within her build-up, causing her petals to soak in her juices more and more. "Oh yesss... Darling… Such a spoiled little man you are."
Ron locked eyes with her as he finally kissed her wet lower lips with his mouth, letting the tip of his tongue brush between the petals. He gently licked little by little, like a puppy dog, waiting for her reaction.
"Go on… Enjoy your meal," she moaned.
"Yes, Madame…" he muttered into her pink, perfectly glazed, half-Veela pussy, his words reverberating on her sensitive spot, sending ticklish tremors into her body. His eyes never left her face. Her expression of utter ecstasy caused his straining cock to throb.
Ron's slithering tongue eventually went into her core, hitting that sweet spot, strong and hard. His tongue drilled in easily, aided by her nectar, curling its tip to rake some out of her. He lapped it up as his fingers parted her capable pussy with gentle caressing, opening her wide as her body trembled in bliss.
"Oohh… Yess… Good boy… Ah… Keep going," she panted heavily, her mounds trembling like jelly, her thighs quivering, and her inner walls clenching as if her hole was trying to trap his delicious tongue inside.
Feeling the tiny goosebumps on her skin, Ron's tongue wildly twirled around her hole, brushing against her wet inner walls as his finger pinched her swollen clit, forcing her to go over the edge. Her back arched as a melodious cry of a half-Veela came out of her.
She climaxed and burst onto his mouth, quenching his thirst with her sticky honey.
Ron accepted it all eagerly, sipping and gulping down her nectar, causing her to hum sensually as her heavy breaths caused her hills to move up and down charmingly.
"Hehe… Not bad." Apolline panted uncontrollably after the unexpected release. She never imagined a young man like that could do that to her, making her come so quickly. "Now, 'ez your turn to sit and remove your clothes. It ez time for you to learn some techniques, my sweet," she added as she patted the seat next to her.
Ron complied, shedding his clothes one by one and sitting naked beside her.
Apolline stood up, then straddled right above him on the couch. Her moist heat hovered above his standing cock. "This is 'ow you truly please a woman," she said as she bent her knees and gently eased her pussy towards his loins.
She moaned a little as his cock went in, easily sliding into her soaking wet, ripe fuck hole. Ron grunted a little, not expecting this mature woman to be that tight. Her petals sucked him gently, while her inner walls grabbed onto his rod, her muscles clenching like an expert.
As she started to bounce, pleasuring herself on his rock-hard cock, both her hands guided his, sliding up from her knees, brushing through her squishy thighs, up her smooth belly, and grabbing onto her bare mounds. "Yes, that's it darling… slow and steady. Make madame feel all of your touch."
Ron gulped as her hands forced his own to squeeze, gently massaging them. He was entranced by how her body moved, gently milking him with her movements, wildly sending him reeling into heaven.
Letting his hands continue on their own, she leaned down and kissed him, parting his lips with her tongue and invading his mouth. She licked the lower part of his upper lip, causing his whole body to tingle. Then, she tasted the sweat on his jaw, trailing up to his ear. Licking his ear, she whispered. "Ummphh… Now move your hips, darling… Slowly... for now," she instructed.
"Yes… Madame…" Ron suppressed a growl as he answered, starting to move his hips up, thrusting into her inch by agonizing inch. He couldn't help it. Each little move made him want to go ten times faster; each little touch made him want to collide with her even harder.
"Oh... Oh... yes Monsieur Weasley… Just… Like zat," her tone rose and fell along with every bounce her plump ass made.
"Gaahhh…" Ron couldn't handle it anymore. Her pussy was too tight, contracting around him, squeezing out the juices sealed within. Her gentle teaching was just teasing him to no end. Her half-Veela body was taunting him to rebel. Her hot saliva and squelching nectar excited his senses with their scent.
His hands released the cloud-like gentleness and slid under her arms to her back, "I… I'm sorry… Madame… I … can't…"
"Wha—What do you… Mean? Monsieur... Weasley?" She straightened her back a little, allowing her breasts to thrash freely as she kept impaling herself on his magnificent cock.
"I'm not a gentle lover…" He exclaimed as both his hands held onto her shoulders from behind, pulling her down onto his smoldering member.
"Ahh! Ah!! Noo… Not… So… Hard! Ahhhh!" she cried out as her pussy was fucked from below, shoved into as her body was forced down.
With every violent upward thrust, Ron went hard and deep, striking her deepest walls as he relished the weight of her mature, fleshy body. Apolline kept trying to say something, but her body was honest. Her ass kept jolting up and down, wanting that cock of his to go in and out of her.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Oohhh!! Yess… Monsieur… Yesss…!"
Her cries of rejection turned to moans of bliss as Ron dug deep, using all his strength to smack her thighs red with his pelvis. He suddenly stood up and forced her down onto the couch, face first.
Pushing her bare back down, he smothered her face and breasts onto the cushions of the couch. His hands finally shifted to her arms as her ass dangled in the air. Her ivory ass was perfectly round and plump, her cunt visibly dripping as she anticipated his next move.
He took a second to admire her drooling fuck hole. Her sensually mature curves and wide hips nearly had him drooling before he snapped out of his stupor and positioned himself behind her. "You like my cock, Madame?" Ron rudely asked. "You want it?"
Apolline was too dazed to think of anything else but his cock. Yes, she wanted it. She wanted it deep inside her. She wanted it to ruin all other cocks for her. She wanted to be fucked so bad, leaving her wide gaping, throbbing hole dribbling white. She simply nodded her head and whimpered, her back curved down from Ron tugging on both her arms from behind, keeping them up.
Rone snapped his hips back and rammed himself back in, relishing the expert way she took his cock. He fucked her pussy from behind, shoving deep, while pulling her arms back, arching her thick body. He slammed himself into her, balls deep inside of her clenching pussy.
Her ass bounced with every thrust, and before she knew it, she was spasming like never before; With great shuddering, clenching convultions. Her juices spurted out, filling her clenching pussy. His thrusts kept moving, churning her nectar into dribbling, bubbles around his cock
The added tightness spurred him on, and her screams of ecstasy fueled him even more.
He finally reached that jarring, pulsing climax with a few more heavy thrusts and spilled his young seeds into her, painting her mature, maternal fuckhole sticky white.
He panted momentarily, trying to steady his breath and finally letting go of her arms.
He dropped back onto the couch, sitting, spreading his arms and legs wide, exhausted but satisfied.
To his surprise, instead of getting angry at him, she dropped her knees to the floor, breathing heavily as she scooted over to rest her cheek on his thigh, sitting on the floor between his legs. Her nimble fingers traced his gradually relaxing cock, coating them with their mixed juices on his cock.
She licked one of her fingers with her pink tongue, then placed two in her mouth and sucked on them. He hummed in delight as her expression seemed to look as if she had tasted something incredibly delicious.
"Bon goût, Monsieur Weasley."
Ron, panting, smiles in utter delight at this heavenly sex. He had never done it with someone so mature and beautiful like her before, and he loved it. "Madame, about taking responsibility… Can I get some time to think?"
"Oh, Monsieur Weasley." She leaned forward and licked Ron's nipple, and then stroked his cock in an attempt to raise it again, which it seemingly did. "I do not mind 'aving a few more… deep discussions with you."
Ron, unable to control it, felt his heart throb. With heated need, he tightly gripped her soft, full ass. He pushed her down on the floor to lie back and threw himself on top of her, spreading her thick legs and easing into her dripping, maternal slit once again, then moving slowly, sensually, feeling everything she had to give, while giving her all the thick length he could.
"Ah… Monsieur! Ah, Ah… Yessss…. Deeper, tighter… bite meeee-eh!"
Ron teethed her heated, tight nipples.
Apolline moaned in abandon, forgetting where she was, never realizing her daughters could also access that room at any moment, forgetting that she never locked the door.
And to her luck, there was a pair of ears stuck to the door outside. But only one of them had realized who the 'Monsieur' was inside.
"Ungh… Madame… Spread wider… Yes, yes… Open… Your mouth!"
"Aaaaaa… Eeeeh…! Oh, oh, I am going to… sooo~ Good!"
The wild, uninterrupted mingling of two bodies in the heated, lustrous sweat, one young and youthful, the other mature and alluring, went on for a long, long time.
Ron forgot his lunch and didn't even realize when dinner time passed by. But what he knew was the finest treat that was beside him, under him, and sometimes on him. Again and again, the flurry of passionate climaxes that followed left him mentally numb and physically satisfied like never before.
No doubt, the discussion of taking responsibility for Fleur was going to go on for a very, very long time. And Ron was all in for it.
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