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Susan's Submission Chapter 2 (Harry Potter/Hannah Abbott Commission)
🕑 Added 2025-06-02 02:56:54 +0000 UTC“Hannah, have I ever told you that you’re a complete lifesaver?” asked Susan Bones.
Her best friend Hannah Abbot blushed brightly. She was a bashful girl with a pale complexion and chubby cheeks that didn’t diminish her beautiful face. She had a thick figure, with breasts that would’ve been the biggest in their year if Susan hadn’t been at Hogwarts at the same time. Hannah also had a fat ass and thick thighs; her ass being one asset where she actually exceeded her best friend.
“You really don’t have to praise me,” Hannah asked. “At such an important time, it’s only natural that I help out.”
Hannah had just temporarily moved into the home of her best friend and her best friend’s fiance, the legendary Harry Potter. Hannah only really got to know Harry fairly late in the school years after he started dating Susan. However, now, the two had gone close themselves since Susan and Hannah were as close as sisters.
When Hannah heard that her best friend was pregnant and engaged, she was utterly thrilled. Privately, she thought that it had just about taken long enough. And on the same day, she heard that the couple were also engaged. Hannah was truly happy for them.
Although it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows for the fledgling couple. As Susan’s pregnancy developed and the lump on her stomach grew, Harry couldn’t be home to take care of her as much as he’d like, busy with his job as a new professor at Hogwarts. Naturally, Hannah was all too eager to jump in like the nice loyal Hufflepuff bestie that she was.
“Don’t you worry, Susan,” Hannah promised. “I’ll handle everything. The chores will get done so fast, you won’t even notice them. Just go ahead and relax!”
To prove her point, Hannah prepared to start by straightening up Susan’s bedroom where they were sitting now. Hannah stood up and rolled up her sleeves. Before she could do anything, Susan cast a barrage of spells.
All the messiness cleaned itself up, papers reorganizing and books flying back in place and clothes folding themselves. Hannah was left standing there with her sleeves up, feeling silly and useless.
Susan giggled and said: “Hannah, I've always been a whiz when it comes to household charms. A little bump on my tummy isn’t enough to stop me.”
“But… then what am I here to do!” Hannah said.
Susan briefly looked mischievous in a way that Hannah wasn’t used to seeing from her lovable bestie. However, what she said next was pretty normal.
“You’re a better chef than me, so why not do the cooking?” Susan said.
Hannah relaxed. For a moment, she’d been catching an odd vibe.
“Of course,” Hannah agreed easily. “I’ll whip up my best dishes to keep you healthy and get the baby nice and strong! It’s already pretty late, so I’ll go and get started on dinner right now.”
“Hannah,” Susan said before she could leave.
“Yes?” Hannah asked.
“There’s another task you’ll have to take over for me on,” Susan admitted. “Something that I haven’t been able to do at all for WAY too long. If you’re going to cook, you can get started on this at the same time!”
“I can?” Hannah asked.
“Of course,” Susan said. That mischievous tone was back. “You trust me, don’t you Hannah?”
“Yes,” Hannah said instantly.
She couldn’t bring herself to say anything different, but as she looked at Susan, she started to wonder if she was making a mistake.
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“I’m home honey!” Harry yelled as she stepped in the front door.
He got no answer right away. Harry hung his warm cloak on a hook in the closet and moved into his home, intent on finding what his wife was up to.
“Susan?” he asked, quieter now in case she was sleeping. “Susan? Are you here?”
Though he didn’t get an answer, he caught another kind of noise. Someone was frying something in a pan. Seeing as they were cooking, Harry headed there.
However, he stopped at the doorway to stare. Someone was indeed cooking. Like a good chef, she was using an apron. However, Harry was looking at her from the back, so he could see that the apron was ALL that she was wearing.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out who it was. Harry recognized that blond hair… and that fat ass. Hannah Abbott was carefully not looking at him. She bent down to pull a tray out of the oven, and her ass cheeks parted enough to show a shiny piece of metal. The flat end of a butt plug.
Smirking and shaking his head, Harry walked into the room while rolling up his sleeves.
“Hey, Hannah,” Harry said.
“Hi, Harry,” Hannah murmured, still avoiding looking back at him.
“Is all of the food out of the oven?” Harry asked.
“What? Oh, yeah,” Hannah said.
“And the food that was on the stove?” Harry said.
“It just finished,” Hannah admitted, moving the pan over to a cool place on the counter.
“Perfect,” Harry said. “You don’t mind if I dig in then, do you?”
He stepped up and mashed his hips into Hannah’s ass from behind. He was still completely clothed, so the only result was a loud noise. Hannah squealed, and she only got louder from there.
Harry bit the side of her neck, sucking on it like a madman. He jammed his hand under her apron down to her crotch, teasing her pussy with his fingers. His other hand groped her breasts through her apron, the fabric putting up no resistance to his powerful grip.
Hannah was shocked at first, but relaxed quickly. Harry dragged her along as they waddled awkwardly—Hannah moaning the entire way—over to the dining room table. When they got there Harry removed his hands from her pussy and boobs, bending her over the table.
Hannah’s ass stuck out. Harry admired it for a second, pleased with its plump and protruding shape. Without any sort of warning, he grabbed her butt plug and ripped it out in one quick go.
“OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Hannah screamed. Her back arched enough to lift her head up from the table, and her moan carried throughout the house. The sensation of the buttplug being removed was enough to make her squirt on the dining room floor. Harry watched with a wide smirk before throwing the buttplug aside and cracking his knuckles.
“Seems like someone’s backdoor is hungry,” he said.
He pulled off his robes, starting with the upper half and leisurely taking his time. Hannah was too embarrassed to look back at him, so she kept her head pressed down on the table. She could still hear the rustling of his clothes coming off and understood what it meant. She was left to wait, and by the time Harry touched her again, she was so sensitive that she moaned as soon as his fingers landed on her ass.
Harry squeezed her butt and groped her, really digging his fingers in. As he played with her, Hannah moaned and accepted this, even when he clearly pulled her ass cheeks apart.
“If I took your toy away, I should at least give you a replacement,” Harry said.
He pounded his dick into her ass, causing Hannah to moan. As Harry fucked his fiancé's best friend in her ass, Susan finally arrived. She stopped in the doorway and admired the scene.
“I see Hannah’s settling in well,” Susan said.
Hannah was moaning and screaming, holding the table cloth with both hands while Harry tore up her backdoor. She squirted like crazy, pussy juices absolutely gushing onto the floor.
“Yep, she fit right in,” Harry said, smiling as he brutally claimed the blond beauty’s asshole. “A real TIGHT fit.”
Susan wandered over to the food Hannah had prepared, serving herself and returning to the table. She started to eat. For her, it was dinner with a show.
Harry spanked Hannah’s ass, making her cheeks jiggle. He could feel the ripples on his dick. She was so tight that having his dick inside her nearly tore her skin, but Hannah wasn’t complaining, given the way her cunt was squirting.
“I know that face,” Susan said to Harry. “Go on. Fill her up.”
With his wife’s permission, Harry let loose a torrent of cum. It had built up over months of not having any kind of release, making it the biggest orgasm he could remember. Hannah’s asshole was completely filled to the point that she started spilling. Harry spanked her again, causing more of his cum to leak out.
He looked at Susan over Hannah’s wrecked and reeling body, and Susan nodded to him.
“Take her,” Susan commanded.
Harry grinned. It sure was amazing to have such an understanding fiance. He rolled Hannah over and moved her right into the center of the table. Once he’d done that, he climbed on after her, positioning his body right above hers. As Harry loomed over her, a bit of clarity entered Hannah’s pleasured expression. She could feel Harry’s huge dick pressing down on her from above, and she understood what was about to occur.
“Ready?” Harry asked.
As Hannah nodded quickly, he pounded her from above.
Hannah threw her head back, still squeezing the table cloth like she had been while Harry fucked her ass. The soup Susan was eating wobbled and spilled slightly from how much the table was shaking, but she didn’t care at all. She was just happy watching her best friend together with her man.
“He’s very fierce when he has to be, isn’t he?” Susan asked.
“Ooogh! Ooogh!” Hannah groaned. Harry was fucking her so hard that she sounded like a caveman.
As Harry bent down and bit her bright pink nipples, squeezing her breasts with her hand while he claimed them with his mouth, Hannah’s pleasure reached new levels. There was still cum dripping out of her backdoor onto the table. She let go of the table cloth, her hands extending for anything to squeeze for support.
They quickly found none other than the hands of Susan, who reached out and squeezed Hannah’s hands supportively.
“Do you remember our conversation?” Susan asked.
Hannah barely managed to nod her head as she was fucked wildly.
“I hope you haven’t changed your mind,” Susan said. “Harry, breed her.”
Harry looked up, one of Hannah’s tits still in his mouth. With the last bit of confirmation he needed, Harry started claiming Hannah for real.
He battered her cunt with his thrusts. While Hannah screamed her head off, Harry pumped a load of cum into her that was almost as enormous as his first backed up release. He wasn’t done there, though. He kept on fucking Hannah, speeding up if anything.
Susan squeezed Hannah’s hands, talking to her in low conversational tones.
“It’ll be SO much fun,” Susan said. “We’ll have siblings. Mine will be the older one, of course, but they’ll be so close in age. And we can raise them together! There’s no one I’d rather learn how to be a parent with than you, Hannah. Can you feel it? You’re becoming a mother.”
Hannah definitely could feel it. Her bright blue eyes were stretched open to huge proportions. Her pussy was being flooded like her asshole had been. When Harry thrusted into her he splashed out bits of his own semen, but no matter how much spilled he could always pump more in. It coursed through Hannah’s inner pathways, searching out an egg to knock up.
Susan leaned down, smiling brightly as she put her head next to her best friend’s pleasured face.
“Get pregnant, Hannah,” she whispered. “Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant!”
Somehow, Hannah found hearing this from her best friend even hotter than if Harry was the one to say it. She climaxed, but her orgasm was completely unnoticeable as Harry came again at the same time, pumping in more of his cum.
Thirty minutes later, Harry had a late (and slightly cold) dinner that was still delicious while Susan kept him company. They sat at one end of the table, while at the other end Hannah lay on her back. Her legs dangled over the lip of the table and copious streams of cum were still running out of her used pussy. Her arms were sticking out, and Susan was still holding one of her hands. Hannah had the biggest smile on her face. She’d been used, and she couldn’t be happier about it.
