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Megan couldn’t help but approach the large man. “Impressive,” she admired. “The angle, the force. Pretty good. Of course there’s no making up for tiny flaws.” She picked up a pumpkin and took in its features, calculating and launching. The pumpkin landed further than his had. “Try again?”

He raised an eyebrow at the tiny girl who approached - and did better than him. "Well, sure, if you're not going to throw the real thing," he scoffed, winking at her. He chose a larger pumpkin, hefting it easily and tossing without much of a thought, the heavy gourd landing just beyond the one she'd tossed. "Not sure what flaws you're seeing, but physically, I don't have many."

Megan had really just wanted to see him throw something bigger. When he did, she went ahead and tried to replicate the results, her pumpkin of course not going as far as his. “I can’t argue with that,” she said factually as she looked him up and down. “Any ideas for a reward?”

His head tilted with interest. “A reward for me?” Stepping closer, Jack played with a piece of her long hair, looking her over. “I think bending you over one of those benches near the maze and hearing you scream would definitely be a good reward.”

“Well,” she considered. “It was a really good throw.” She looked around and turned back to him. “I am curious to see if other parts of you are as oversized as your biceps. If so, maybe I’ll let you make me scream.” She looked down at him and then back up at his face. “What do you say? Want to show me what you’re packing?”

Her response made him laugh. Without another word, he stepped closer, bringing her hand to the impressive bulge trapped in the tight denim shorts he had on. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but even with a semi, he knew he was larger than average. “That good enough for you, doll?”

“Let the screaming commence,” she said with a grin, excited after feeling him. She slowly removed her bow and her dress, discarding it aside and heading to a bench.

Jack did like a girl who was just ready to go. He followed her over, laying a playful slap on her ass once he caught up. “You think you’re ready for me just like this?” He teased, bending her over the bench with one hand between her shoulders.

She removed her tights and all other clothing that could possibly get in the way of a good time. She bent over the bench, on display for him as she nodded. “I think I’m pretty ready,” she decided, already wet enough to make things go smoothly.

Despite her assurance, he still slid one hand between her thighs while the other worked his shorts down to stroke himself. “Oh, you are,” he agreed, easily sliding two fingers into her. He fingered her for a few more breaths, making sure he was ready for her, before he stepped closer, lined up, and thrust himself into her wonderfully wet heat.

“Challenge accepted.” Jack knelt in front of her, easing her dress up to reveal her bare thighs. Leaning over, he kissed at the soft skin, slowly working his way up to where he really wanted to taste.

Meg let her legs fall apart as the lumberjack moved closer, his lips teasing along her long legs as she started to feel the excitement as he grew closer. "Oh gods, yes," she moaned quietly against the grass, arching her back as his mouth grew closer to her core.

He smirked at her moan, shoving her dress up higher. Jack didn’t tease much more before his tongue slid through her folds, a low moan rumbling against her when he tasted her arousal. “Mm, you’re delicious,” he crooned, lapping over her damp hole hungrily.

His smirk grew wider. “I think I’m more than capable of that, darlin,” he drawled, sauntering towards her to rest one hand on her waist. “Question is, are you gonna let me try?”

She gave another shrug along with a playful laugh. She found a spot on the cool, soft grass and sprawled herself across it. "I think I would be interested in seeing what you've got, lumberjack boy."

“Challenge accepted.” Jack knelt in front of her, easing her dress up to reveal her bare thighs. Leaning over, he kissed at the soft skin, slowly working his way up to where he really wanted to taste.

Megan couldn’t help but approach the large man. “Impressive,” she admired. “The angle, the force. Pretty good. Of course there’s no making up for tiny flaws.” She picked up a pumpkin and took in its features, calculating and launching. The pumpkin landed further than his had. “Try again?”

He raised an eyebrow at the tiny girl who approached - and did better than him. "Well, sure, if you're not going to throw the real thing," he scoffed, winking at her. He chose a larger pumpkin, hefting it easily and tossing without much of a thought, the heavy gourd landing just beyond the one she'd tossed. "Not sure what flaws you're seeing, but physically, I don't have many."

Megan had really just wanted to see him throw something bigger. When he did, she went ahead and tried to replicate the results, her pumpkin of course not going as far as his. “I can’t argue with that,” she said factually as she looked him up and down. “Any ideas for a reward?”

His head tilted with interest. “A reward for me?” Stepping closer, Jack played with a piece of her long hair, looking her over. “I think bending you over one of those benches near the maze and hearing you scream would definitely be a good reward.”

“Well,” she considered. “It was a really good throw.” She looked around and turned back to him. “I am curious to see if other parts of you are as oversized as your biceps. If so, maybe I’ll let you make me scream.” She looked down at him and then back up at his face. “What do you say? Want to show me what you’re packing?”

Her response made him laugh. Without another word, he stepped closer, bringing her hand to the impressive bulge trapped in the tight denim shorts he had on. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but even with a semi, he knew he was larger than average. “That good enough for you, doll?”

“Let the screaming commence,” she said with a grin, excited after feeling him. She slowly removed her bow and her dress, discarding it aside and heading to a bench.

Jack did like a girl who was just ready to go. He followed her over, laying a playful slap on her ass once he caught up. “You think you’re ready for me just like this?” He teased, bending her over the bench with one hand between her shoulders.

Jack nodded as he watched her, impressed with how far she managed to launch hers. “It is, right?” He laughed at that. “Darlin, the only hidden agenda I might have would be getting under that pretty dress of yours and seeing what else might make you gasp.”

Meg looked at Jack from over her shoulder at his little announcement. "You sure you're capable of that?" she teased, grabbing the bottom of her dress and pulling it up to show off her legs, her attempt at enticing the other.

His smirk grew wider. “I think I’m more than capable of that, darlin,” he drawled, sauntering towards her to rest one hand on her waist. “Question is, are you gonna let me try?”

When she pulled off to speak, he couldn’t help but smirk, tapping the wet head of his cock against her flushed cheeks as she spoke. “Such a desperate little slut,” he murmured. His smirk only grew wider as she continued, admitting that she couldn’t control her sopping cunt. “That hardly sounds like a warning I want to heed, sugar. Sounds more like a theory I need to test.” Jack stepped over to the bench in their little alcove, making himself comfortable on his back, the bench wide enough for her to kneel over his body. “Come on then, baby. If you cum just from humping my abs and leave a big mess, I’ll bend you over this bench and fuck you needy pussy until you’re screaming again.”

“Quite shamefully so, I’ll admit.” Hermione agreed with a breathless little giggle, her cheeks flaming up again at his response to her warning. “As an academic, I support the notion of testing any and all theories…so by all means, let’s proceed.” Hermione watched, swooning as she did, while Jack sauntered to the bench and laid down, the width of his broad, muscular back practically dwarfing it as he did so. Hermione rose to her feet and followed him, nodding shyly at his challenge and straddling his stomach, her drenched heat pressing insistingly against his flexed abs. She braced two tiny hands on his big chest and started to hump his stomach like witch in heat she obviously was. The reward for proving her theory was fresh in her mind despite how hazy she was looking at Jack’s big, sexy body on display underneath her. Her hips canted forward and back, her arousal stroking across his stomach. “Oh… Oh…I’m close… You’re such…a real man!” Hermione was practically sobbing, her nails digging into Jack’s pecs as her arousal mounted.

She looked so tiny and delicate perched on top of him. But there was definitely nothing delicate about the way she started to rub her soaked mound against his flexed abs. He just smirked and enjoyed the show, one hand behind his head, the other reaching down to hold up the hem of her flimsy excuse for a skirt for a better view. “That’s right, sugar. A real man who knows how to take care of a desperate whore like you,” he crooned, licking his lips. “Come on, baby girl. Show me how needy that cunt is to be stuffed with a real man’s cock.”

He did like how their costume melted away, leaving just bare skin and gold chains, and some incredibly sexy little panties to show off the matching bulge between their thighs. “Much, much better,” he agreed, sliding his hands inside of those tight panties to squeeze at their bare ass hard. “Now this will look nice on my cock,” Jack hummed, trailing his finger between plump cheeks teasingly.

There's a soft, sharp gasp at those hands squeezing at their bare ass and their head falls forward slightly the next moment with a pleased hum. "You did promise me quite the generous amount of that.." The seer pointed out with another soft, almost feminine gasp at that finger teasing between their cheeks. A hand reaches down to find those small, tight shorts of the Lumerback and squeezes over that bulge. "You better not have been lying about that. "

Jack groaned happily when they put their little hand over his bulge. “I’m definitely not lying about that, beautiful,” he said, arching up into their touch. “You got any lube in that fancy little costume of yours?”

He liked the gasp she let out, and he wondered what else he could do to make her make those kinds of sounds. “Innocent? I don’t know if I would call myself innocent, but I’m certainly not devious in any way.”

She looked around to pick her own pumpkin, lifting it with a grunt to put it in the catapult itself before causing it to sail through the air. "There's something about destruction that can be so exhilerating," she laughed as it crashed against the ground. "Not devious? Never met a man who didn't have a hidden agenda."

Jack nodded as he watched her, impressed with how far she managed to launch hers. “It is, right?” He laughed at that. “Darlin, the only hidden agenda I might have would be getting under that pretty dress of yours and seeing what else might make you gasp.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound low and nearly cruel. “It’s okay, sugar. I’ll keep your secret that the prim and proper Head Girl loves getting her mouth fucked by muscle hunks with big cocks,” he purred. Taking her hand, he urged it up, letting her grope at his abs. “You’d probably cum just humping my abs, wouldn’t you, sugar? Screaming like the needy slut you are.”

Hermione couldn't deny it. Even if the Silencing Charm were in effect, she knew she'd break through it and agree with Jack's claim, for nothing could have been closer to the truth. Popping off his cock, Hermione panted and nodded. "Yes. Yes, I...I love it. It's all I can think about." She moaned, almost sobbing with how hot she was as he dragged her hand upwards across his chiseled set of abs. "I...I think I would...but I warn you, Jack. I'm...I'm a little messy when I'm this turned on...and seeing as I've never worshipped someone as big as you, the results of me cumming on your abs alone might mean a good ten minutes of my cleaning you up..." She smirked slightly despite herself, knowing if she was allowed, she'd squirt all over his abs and pecs and then happily lick him clean.

When she pulled off to speak, he couldn’t help but smirk, tapping the wet head of his cock against her flushed cheeks as she spoke. “Such a desperate little slut,” he murmured. His smirk only grew wider as she continued, admitting that she couldn’t control her sopping cunt. “That hardly sounds like a warning I want to heed, sugar. Sounds more like a theory I need to test.” Jack stepped over to the bench in their little alcove, making himself comfortable on his back, the bench wide enough for her to kneel over his body. “Come on then, baby. If you cum just from humping my abs and leave a big mess, I’ll bend you over this bench and fuck you needy pussy until you’re screaming again.”

“I try to find the best in every opportunity,” he teased them, sliding his hands around to cup their ass firmly. His chest arched out, abs flexing under the light scratches. “I do. I’d like it even more if I can take some of it off to see what’s underneath,” Jack murmured, leaning in to press a light kiss to those golden lips.

He did like how their costume melted away, leaving just bare skin and gold chains, and some incredibly sexy little panties to show off the matching bulge between their thighs. “Much, much better,” he agreed, sliding his hands inside of those tight panties to squeeze at their bare ass hard. “Now this will look nice on my cock,” Jack hummed, trailing his finger between plump cheeks teasingly.

He was definitely not disappointed with the eager way she surged forward to almost inhale his length, her little button nose seeming even smaller as his thick member pushed past her lips. One hand stayed at the back of her head, though she didn’t seem to need any encouragement to stay right where she was. “You were just so hungry for a big dick in that mouth, weren’t you sugar?” He rumbled to her, gently urging her further onto his length.

Hermione blushed furiously and was grateful that her mouth was so thoroughly occupied, for she knew there was no articulate way she could respond. Her reputation as an academically-minded witch who absolutely didn't think about gorgeous, muscled men and their big dicks was at stake. If it came out that she wanted this so badly, she'd be no better than Lavender Brown. Besides, it was obvious to Jack and Jack alone. She batted her lashes agreeably and sucked harder. The hand braced Jack's thick thigh, itching to traverse upwards as she hollowed her cheeks and took him as far into her throat as she could manage.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound low and nearly cruel. “It’s okay, sugar. I’ll keep your secret that the prim and proper Head Girl loves getting her mouth fucked by muscle hunks with big cocks,” he purred. Taking her hand, he urged it up, letting her grope at his abs. “You’d probably cum just humping my abs, wouldn’t you, sugar? Screaming like the needy slut you are.”

He ached to feel her hot little mouth on him without the fabric of his shorts in the way, but he’d set a rule and he would wait for it to be obeyed. Jack kept one hand at the back of her head, holding her to her initial task, though he let out a pleased rumble when she stuffed the damp scrap of her panties into his pocket. “Good girl, sugar,” he praised before easing his damp shorts down, his thick length springing free and nearly slapping the witch in the face. “There you go. Make sure you get a taste of every inch,” he growled down at her.

Hermione groaned excitedly, leaning back just enough to accommodate the lumberjack as he shoved his sodden shorts down to the floor, setting his cock free as it sprung forth, smacking her cheek hard enough to make her recoil for the briefest of moments. Her eyes lit up, and she leaned forward, parting her lips over the head of his length to suck him into the heat of her mouth, one hand barely around his girth to stroke him in time with her dutiful sucking, her eyes still set up at his big, manly body as it heaved intoxicatingly over her petite frame.

He was definitely not disappointed with the eager way she surged forward to almost inhale his length, her little button nose seeming even smaller as his thick member pushed past her lips. One hand stayed at the back of her head, though she didn’t seem to need any encouragement to stay right where she was. “You were just so hungry for a big dick in that mouth, weren’t you sugar?” He rumbled to her, gently urging her further onto his length.

“I’m not about the trouble at all, sugar. I’m a simple man when it comes down to it,” he assured her. Casually, he tossed the pumpkin in his hands, sending it flying a rather impressive distance before it landed with a dull splat. “I take it you don’t meet many simple men.”

Meg chuckled, "A simple man, huh?" She watched as the man set up the catapult, and gasped as the pumpkin went flying through the air and slam onto the ground, chunks flying everywhere. "I make it a point not to," she laughed, "But so far you seem fairly innocent."

He liked the gasp she let out, and he wondered what else he could do to make her make those kinds of sounds. “Innocent? I don’t know if I would call myself innocent, but I’m certainly not devious in any way.”

He rested his free hand on the waist of his tight shorts. "Surprising? Didn't think a man who works with his hands could work with something more... delicate?" Jack let out an appreciative groan, looking down to watch her mouth at his bulge. "Before you get a real taste, sugar, I want your panties. Take them off and put them in my pocket," he urged, enticing her by unbuttoning his shorts, his happy trail showing above the zipper.

“Precisely,” Hermione responded before returning to the large, bulging task at hand - or rather, at mouth. She blushed at Jack’s request but was more than happy to oblige. Sucking and kissing wetly at his bulge, she multi-tasked like the brilliant witch she was and reached up under her barely-there skirt, sliding her panties off with slight difficulty due to the dampened state they were in. Once they were peeled off over her feet, she balled up the lacy fabric in her tiny hand and offered it up to the man, her wide, brown eyes trained up at him, although the view of her had to be slightly obscured by Jack’s ample chest, which she eyed hungrily as she stuffed the panties into his pocket. When that button was undone, revealing even more of him, Hermione groaned and salivated against his denim-clad bulge, thrilled at the way she could lick at the hard ridge of his erection over the material.

He ached to feel her hot little mouth on him without the fabric of his shorts in the way, but he’d set a rule and he would wait for it to be obeyed. Jack kept one hand at the back of her head, holding her to her initial task, though he let out a pleased rumble when she stuffed the damp scrap of her panties into his pocket. “Good girl, sugar,” he praised before easing his damp shorts down, his thick length springing free and nearly slapping the witch in the face. “There you go. Make sure you get a taste of every inch,” he growled down at her.

Megan couldn’t help but approach the large man. “Impressive,” she admired. “The angle, the force. Pretty good. Of course there’s no making up for tiny flaws.” She picked up a pumpkin and took in its features, calculating and launching. The pumpkin landed further than his had. “Try again?”

He raised an eyebrow at the tiny girl who approached - and did better than him. "Well, sure, if you're not going to throw the real thing," he scoffed, winking at her. He chose a larger pumpkin, hefting it easily and tossing without much of a thought, the heavy gourd landing just beyond the one she'd tossed. "Not sure what flaws you're seeing, but physically, I don't have many."

Megan had really just wanted to see him throw something bigger. When he did, she went ahead and tried to replicate the results, her pumpkin of course not going as far as his. “I can’t argue with that,” she said factually as she looked him up and down. “Any ideas for a reward?”

His head tilted with interest. “A reward for me?” Stepping closer, Jack played with a piece of her long hair, looking her over. “I think bending you over one of those benches near the maze and hearing you scream would definitely be a good reward.”

“Well,” she considered. “It was a really good throw.” She looked around and turned back to him. “I am curious to see if other parts of you are as oversized as your biceps. If so, maybe I’ll let you make me scream.” She looked down at him and then back up at his face. “What do you say? Want to show me what you’re packing?”

Her response made him laugh. Without another word, he stepped closer, bringing her hand to the impressive bulge trapped in the tight denim shorts he had on. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but even with a semi, he knew he was larger than average. “That good enough for you, doll?”

He let out a low whistle when the seer revealed the whole of their outfit, long legs in thin stockings. Jack slid his hands over those thin stockings when the seer took their place in his lap, their delightfully perky ass nestling against his cock. "Just like that, beautiful. Why on earth were you hiding these?" he wondered aloud, squeezing their slim thighs under the guise of tugging them more firmly onto his lap.

There's a soft chuckle at the whistle and their body seems to lean into those hands as they tease over those stockings. "Most people don't come to a seer for the chance at getting laid with them." The seer pointed out before giving off a soft groan as they're tugged down more firmly against that impressive bulge. Their hands were instead going to tease down the lumberjack's abs, tracing along them as the nails scratched lightly against the surface. "But I'm glad you like the whole outfit."

“I try to find the best in every opportunity,” he teased them, sliding his hands around to cup their ass firmly. His chest arched out, abs flexing under the light scratches. “I do. I’d like it even more if I can take some of it off to see what’s underneath,” Jack murmured, leaning in to press a light kiss to those golden lips.

He laughed at her comment, turning to the woman in the lovely purple dress. "Maybe. Is it working on you, sugar?" he asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows, over the top and clearly teasing. Her disdain was obvious enough.

Meg gave a simple shrug, "Jury's still out," she sneered with a wide smile. "Men tend to get me into trouble, makes a girl like me on high alert."

“I’m not about the trouble at all, sugar. I’m a simple man when it comes down to it,” he assured her. Casually, he tossed the pumpkin in his hands, sending it flying a rather impressive distance before it landed with a dull splat. “I take it you don’t meet many simple men.”