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Teasing by the Pool - Harry/Hermione/Daphne
🕑 Added 2023-02-14 16:59:01 +0000 UTCThe sounds of laughter coming from the backyard helped to lift Harry’s spirits after a long day at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It’d barely been two years since the Battle of Hogwarts, and there was still so much turmoil in Britain that required the careful hand of the Auror Department to right. That meant for long days and nights working away on the countless cases that crossed his desk. At least the major Death Eaters had all been killed or captured, so there weren’t as many threats to the public’s safety anymore.
Still, there were plenty of dangers still lurking about. The werewolf clans were up in arms—rightfully so in Harry’s opinion—over the recent string of laws that restricted their movements in the days leading up to the full moon even more than before. Many were protesting for better rights, but a few had decided to take things to the extreme.
And that was what led Harry to today. He’d been up all night hunting down a pack of werewolves that struck the town of Brighton, killing muggles and magicals alike. Harry had personally stopped three of the eight and, thankfully, made it out without so much as a scratch on him. The same couldn’t be said for one of the newer Aurors who had his chest torn up by a werewolf’s claw, but at least he didn’t get bit and turn into a werewolf himself.
After getting the werewolves that were still alive to the Ministry’s lockup and finishing up his paperwork and debriefing, Harry was thoroughly exhausted. All he wanted to do was go into his bed at the newly dubbed Potter Manor and sleep the day away, but the laughter from the backyard made him at least want to say hello to his roommates.
As he stepped through the front door, Harry shook his head at the silly plaque that read ‘Potter Manor’ above the doorway. It was a bit of a joke, really. After defeating Voldemort, Ron had suggested that Harry get himself a manor. Apparently, his family’s had been destroyed during Voldemort’s first rise to power. However, Harry absolutely didn’t want a manor! What was he going to do with all of that space? So, instead, he purchased a house in the Midlands countryside, but the name still stuck.
The old farmhouse was three stories tall with six bedrooms. Harry, of course, took the master bedroom, and he had wanted enough leftover for guests. His godson, Teddy, and Andromeda had a room reserved for themselves whenever they visited, so that left four other rooms for guests. However, soon after he had bought the house, two of his best friends decided to move in. Ostensibly it was to keep him from being a complete shut-in, but Harry suspected that they just liked being freeloaders.
Inside of the large, open kitchen, Harry deposited his robes on the coat stand and walked over to the pair of French doors that led out to the backyard.
It was more apt to say the back forest, Harry supposed. The farmhouse had a nice open field of land right behind it that was perfect for playing a game of Quidditch on, but it was surrounded by a beautiful dark-green forest. It provided plenty of privacy and gave Harry a wonderful place to walk when he needed to take his mind off of things from work. He honestly hadn’t needed to change much besides adding in some Quidditch posts, but his two roommates had made a suggestion that he just couldn’t turn down: a gorgeous swimming pool.
The swimming pool was massive—far larger than the prefects’s bath or even the pools they had for recreation at several muggle places Hermione had taken him to. It was large and open and deep and the perfect thing to jump into on a hot summer’s day. The rectangular pool was ringed by a large section of smooth stone that magically absorbed any water spilled onto it. Along with the pool, Harry had purchased several lounge chairs, a couple outdoor hammocks, and even a king-size canopy bed. It was a wonderful sight, and Harry loved to host parties out here with all of his friends and family.
And yet, no matter how much he enjoyed it, he knew that the pool wasn’t really his. No, his two roommates had practically made it theirs. Everyday when he came home from work, he was sure to find them out there. The wards on the house ensured that regardless of the weather outside, it would always feel pleasant and sunny by the pool.
Just as he expected, Harry saw his two roommates by the pool. He could just make out the tops of their heads from the lounge chairs they were laying in and not much else. So, Harry stepped out into the backyard.
“Hey,” he called out to them as he walked across the stone path that led to the pool.
There was a fit of giggles from the two women at the sound of his voice. Harry frowned in confusion until he spotted the empty bottle of champagne beside one of their chairs.
“Day drinking?” He muttered, shaking his head.
“Harry!” Hermione’s voice rang out, her speech not slurred yet. Good, that meant that she wasn’t completely drunk. “Come here!”
Harry walked right up to the space in between the two loungers, groaning when he saw what they were wearing.
Or, should he say, the lack of what they were wearing.
“Honestly, how many times have I talked to you two about this?” Harry said as he pinched the skin in between his eyebrows.
“A hundred times at least,” Daphne Greengrass grinned up at him as she brushed her long blond hair back over her shoulders, drawing attention to exactly what her hair had been covering up.
With just the slightest tan to them, Daphne Greengrass’s breasts seemed to delight soaking in the sun’s rays. Everyone at Hogwarts had known that Daphne was easily one of the most beautiful witches to have ever graced its halls, and her full chest was just one of the many well-discussed features about her that made her the talk of every male in the school. They were wonderfully plump and heavy-looking with no sag to speak of. Two little pink nipples topped her glorious orbs, just barely starting to harden.
Hermione just laughed at Harry’s exasperated expression, making her own exposed breasts jiggle magnificently in the sunlight. They weren’t quite as large as Daphne’s, but they were no less perky. Hermione had the same light tan as Daphne did, and it paired nicely with her rosy-coloured nipples.
All that the pair had on their bodies were a matching pair of black bikini bottoms to provide some degree of modesty.
Honestly, although he didn’t have many others to compare them to, Harry knew that these were two sets of the finest breasts anywhere in Britain. And, normally, he’d be overjoyed to see breasts as delicious as these in front of him. Only, it’d be better if they weren’t his roommates.
“You never know when Teddy and Andromeda might show up,” he warned them. “Or anyone else for that matter.”
“We’d cover up as soon as they stepped outside,” Daphne assured him.
“Yeah, they wouldn’t get a peak at any of this,” Hermione added.
Harry sighed. “Then why do you never cover up when I get home?”
Apparently his question was hilarious because it sent a fit of giggles through the two women, making their breasts bounce beautifully on their chests. Harry did his best to ignore the bouncing orbs of flesh as much as he could, but he was only human.
“Oh, Harry,” Daphne shook her head with a smile on her lips as she grabbed her glass of champagne and took a sip. “Please never change.”
Harry frowned. What did she mean by that?
“Right, well, I’m going to go take a nap,” Harry said as he held back a yawn.
“Sweet dreams,” Hermione giggled again, and that set off Daphne too.
Their laughter continued on until Harry finally got back inside and closed the door behind him.
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“Go home, Potter,” Proudfoot sighed as he looked over the few slim reports that graced his desk. “If there hasn’t been any work coming in for the last three hours, there won’t be any more for the rest of the day.”
Merlin, if Proudfoot wouldn’t kill him on the spot, Harry could kiss the man right now. He’d been bored all morning waiting around for a call or something to come in to liven up the day. The whole Auror Office was so silent as the bored Aurors patrolled or waited for a case to arrive, but none seemed to be coming. It was a quiet week all around, something that Harry was deeply grateful for. It had been a nice reprieve from the usually hectic lifestyle of an Auror, and now he got to top it all off by going home early.
So, Harry gathered his things, walked back to the Atrium, and apparated out of the Ministry.
Pushing through the doors of Potter Manor, Harry almost called out for Hermione and Daphne only to stop himself at the last minute. He knew where they’d be.
So, Harry rushed upstairs and changed into his swim trunks. A nice day by the pool sounded lovely on a hot summer day like today. Once he was fully changed, he rushed back downstairs, through the kitchen, and out the back door into his massive backyard. Sure enough, he saw Hermione and Daphne lounging about by the pool.
At the sound of the door opening, Hermione peered around the back of the lounge chair she was laying in. “Harry!” She exclaimed happily. “What are you doing home so early?”
“Nothing much going on today,” Harry shrugged as he started walking over to her and Daphne. “So Proudfoot said I could leave early.”
“Well, come join us!” Daphne called out.
That sounded like a perfect idea, and Harry was completely content until he walked back in between Hermione and Daphne’s lounge chairs. Thankfully, they weren’t drinking today. Unfortunately, they were topless again.
Both women seemed fixated on his face, waiting to see his reaction. They both looked like they were trying to hold in giggles as they waited for his inevitable outburst.
But, unusually enough, Harry didn’t sigh or groan or look away like he normally did. He knew that the pair of them were just trying to get a rise out of him by teasing him as they so often did, but he wasn’t going to end up on the back foot today.
So, Harry just pretended like nothing was amiss. He just walked around Daphne’s lounge chair, ignoring the pout on her lips, and walked around to the other side of the pool to the large canopy bed and threw himself on top of it. The mattress was incredibly soft and it felt like he was going to sink straight through it. The crisp, white, linen sheets felt nice against the bare skin of his back. All of the sheer curtains were tied up around the post of the bed so he could easily see around him, and the canopy above blocked the harshest of the sun’s rays while still letting in a good amount of light through.
As Harry reached over the edge of the bed to the cooler that lay beside it to grab himself an ice-cold water, he glimpsed Hermione and Daphne whispering conspiratorially to one another across the pool from him. They had pulled their lounge chairs closer together and were now deep in what seemed to be a rather heated conversation.
Harry was curious as to what they were going on about, but he figured it was probably just another way to try to get a rise out of him.
Honestly, he wished that they’d just stop. He’d only been putting up with their antics for a couple of months now, but it was getting harder and harder to deal with. At first it had just been little flirty touches at the dinner table, accidentally brushing up a little too close against him or touching his hand. It had eventually grown into them asking him how they looked in very sexy lingerie or asking him to massage sunscreen into their backs out by the pool when they were just wearing bikini thongs. He didn’t know how much more he could take.
It was like they wanted him to make a move on them, but if that was the case, why didn’t they just say so? Maybe he was just reading too much into it. They’d been his closest friends for years now; they were probably just teasing and joking around for fun since they knew he’d never do anything inappropriate to them, but he should probably talk to them about limits again.
A sudden splash drew Harry’s attention. He shot up on the bed, worried that someone or something had fallen into the pool, and looked to the pool where two circular ripples of water crashed against each other. He could see Hermione and Daphne’s blurry bodies beneath the water.
Harry kept his eyes on them for a moment, making sure both women were fine. Sure enough, after a couple of seconds, both of their heads resurfaced above water. Hermione giggled as she shook her long, brown hair out, sending a spray of water all around the pool. Daphne blocked the spray from hitting her with her hands and kicked over to the edge of the pool where her eyes sought out Harry. When she met Harry’s gaze, a slight smirk overcame her lips.
Oh no, he knew that look. Daphne was about to-
Sure enough, Daphne planted both of her hands on the edge of the pool and pushed herself up. Her two large breasts were squeezed between her slim arms, making them really pop out. Thin stream of water dripped down them and back into the pool until all that was left on her were some stray droplets of water.
Harry bit back a groan at the terribly erotic sight. These two really were trying to give him a heart attack. But, before he could rebuke Daphne for her actions, Hermione mirrored Daphne’s actions and pulled herself up too.
Hermione’s sun-kissed breasts glistened as the water spilled off of them. She was right beside Daphne and these two absolute beauties looked like wondrous nymphs sent to tempt any man they crossed into joining them in the cool waters. Hell, Harry considered abandoning his spot on the bed right now and going over to them, but he forced himself to remain still. If he stood up now, his growing erection would undoubtedly become visible.
He couldn’t think of them like this. Harry dropped back down onto the bed and stared up at the canopy above his head, steadily trying to do various math problems in his mind to take his focus off of what he really wanted to pay attention to.
“Harry!” Hermione called out in a sing-song tone.
Nope, he wasn’t going to look up.
“Harry!” Daphne parroted.
“He’s not looking at us.” Harry could almost hear the pout on Hermione’s lips.
“I guess we’ll have to go over to him then,” Daphne replied.
Harry could hear their footsteps approach him on the canopy bed until they came to a stop. There was a moment of silence before he saw their shadows suddenly cross over his body as they both leapt onto the bed on either side of him.
“Harry!” They both shouted excitedly as they landed on either side of him. In a coordinated attack, they cuddled up real close on either side of him and grabbed onto his arms, placing them between each of their pairs of breasts. Harry instinctively tried to jerk his arms away, but both women held on firm.
Letting out a sigh, Harry continued to stare up at the canopy above. “Yes?”
“You’re being so grumpy today,” Hermione whinged.
“I’m just tired,” Harry said, trying to make up an excuse, but it was clear that neither woman bought it.
“Just tell us what’s wrong, Harry,” Daphne insisted.
Harry took a deep breath. “All of this teasing is just getting to be a bit much.”
“Teasing?” Daphne said, acting purposefully obtuse. “I don’t know about any teasing?”
“Inviting maybe,” Hermione suggested. “But we weren’t trying to tease you.”
“Really?” Harry asked Hermione with a critical eye.
She withered slightly under his look. “Well, maybe a bit.”
“But that’s only because you’re too dense to realize what we want,” Daphne interjected, poking Harry’s chest firmly.
“Uh huh,” Harry rolled his eyes. “And what is it that you want? For me to get so horny that I tear off both of your clothes and have my way with both of you?”
A beat of silence passed by before Hermione and Daphne both started nodding.
“Yeah, that sounds pretty good.”
“I really would like that.”
Harry groaned loudly and Hermione smacked his chest lightly. “We’re not kidding,” she insisted.
“Maybe actions would speak louder than words?” Daphne grinned at Hermione.
Honestly, even after they had said all of that, Harry still didn’t believe a word of it until Hermione planted her lips on his. She was kissing him, really kissing him. It wasn’t a quick peck like you might give a friend; it was a real, deep kiss. She slipped her tongue straight past Harry’s lips and started dueling with his tongue as she ran her hand up and down his bare chest.
Harry let out a strangled gasp into Hermione’s mouth as he felt a hand touch his cock through his swimming trunks. He was already hard just from seeing these two beautiful women playfully tease him with their breasts, so whoever’s hand was touching him had quite a bit to grab onto.
“Very nice,” Daphne whispered into Harry’s ear and gave his cock a squeeze. “Hermione always did say you were packing. Did she ever tell you about the time she accidentally walked in on you masturbating in the Weasley’s bathroom?”
No, she hadn’t. Hermione obviously heard Daphne’s words because she giggled into the kiss. Daphne’s hand left his cock just long enough to slip its way under the waistband of his swim trunks. Then, her sun-warmed skin came into contact with his sensitive shaft.
“She told me about it,” Daphne continued as she started to stroke him. “She said you were jacking off just like this in the shower. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it, you know. It wasn’t the first one she ever saw, but it was the nicest and the biggest. She told me how she touched herself that night after you’d all gone to bed, just dreaming about what that thick rod of meat could do to her.”
Harry shivered at Daphne’s words. Had Hermione been interested in him for that long now? He opened his eyes to see a look of passion on her face as she kept kissing him. When she realized that he had stopped kissing her back, Hermione pulled away, revealing her swollen red lips, and smiled down at him. “I’ve dreamed about you for a long time now, Harry.”
“Because of my cock?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No,” Hermione giggled. “Well, a bit, I suppose,” she added, blushing lightly. “But it started before then, back in our fourth year.”
That long ago? That was around the time he had started to notice her for the beautiful witch that she was.
“I noticed in fifth year,” Daphne added, drawing Harry’s attention over to her. She was still lazily stroking his cock. “Do you remember that night I stayed back after the DA meeting and asked you to help me with my Patronus?”
Of course he did. That was the night that she finally succeeded in creating her gorgeous crow.
“Yeah,” Harry replied.
Daphne gave him a loving smile as she reminisced. “You came up behind me and put your strong arms around me. I still remember the smell of pine on you from your broom polish when you put your head beside mine and helped me visualize the exact memory I wanted. Except, I didn’t use that memory. I used the feelings I had for you then, and it got me my crow.”
“Why didn’t you two ever say anything?” Harry asked them. If they had . . . they could have been together for years by now.
Hermione and Daphne both gave him a look that told him he had just said something stupid. “We dropped quite a few hints,” Hermione pointed out.
“So many hints,” Daphne groaned. “Even getting topless by the poolside wasn’t enough to get your attention.”
“I told you he was too honorable to make a move,” Hermione said to Daphne who just waved her off.
“In any case, we’re making our intentions clear now,” Daphne stated. “We want you, Harry. We both want you.”
Harry’s eyes flickered between the two women. “Err, I don’t need to point out that there are two of you here, right?”
“So?” Daphne shrugged.
Hermione nodded in agreement. “The two of us agreed to share you, if you’d have us. We don’t care what anyone else thinks.”
Share these two incredible women? Merlin, there was nothing better that came to Harry’s mind, and he knew that he wasn’t just saying that because they were topless and touching him right now; he really, truly meant it.
“Well,” Harry blew out all of the air in his lungs. He couldn’t believe that this was real. “I’d love nothing more than to be with the both of you.”
Hermione looked like she was ready to cry at Harry’s words, but it was Daphne who really surprised him. The blond witch literally threw herself on top of Harry’s chest and started peppering his face with kisses. “I love you,” Daphne told him in between kisses. She ground her breasts against his chest so strongly that it was like she was trying to get her heart as close to Harry’s as possible.
Harry felt a swirl of emotions run through him at Daphne’s words. “I love you too, Daphne,” he told her sincerely. “And you too, Hermione.”
“Stop,” Hermione said, sucking in a deep breath. “Or I’m going to start crying, and I really don’t want to start crying when we’re about to have sex.”
Harry and Daphne chuckled at Hermione’s words, but Harry quickly found that he wasn’t able to say anything more as Daphne’s lips found his. Her long, blond hair fell around their faces, obscuring the world from view as they kissed each other.
Now that he had fully given into the situation, Harry knew that he didn’t have to hold back anymore. He let his hands roam the bodies of his two friends freely, trying to touch every inch of their supple flesh that he could. Despite the dip in the cool waters of the pool, their bodies were still nicely warmed up from the sun’s rays. He ran his palms all over their bodies, touching their flat stomachs, hips, ass, back, and, of course, their beautiful breasts.
Daphne’s chest was definitely larger than Hermione’s, and weightier too. They weren’t quite as firm, but they were still perfectly perky. Harry groped both of them, only for Hermione to pull back. He wanted her to come back to him, but his complaints came to a screeching halt when he felt her tugging down his swimming trunks. Harry wiggled his hips to help her, and soon enough he found himself completely bare on top of the soft canopy bed.
Hermione swung herself over onto Harry’s lap, and he felt her hot, damp core placed itself right on top of his shaft. Hermione moaned lightly as she grinded back and forth on top of him, spreading her juices up and down his shaft. Harry could feel some of his clear precum starting to leak out of the tip of his shaft too.
When Hermione raised her hips up off of him, Daphne broke off the kiss to give Harry a chance to watch what was about to happen. She slithered down beside Hermione, squeezing the other woman’s ass playfully and grabbing Harry’s cock to line it up with Hermione’s slick opening.
Hermione looked nervous but determined as she stared down at Harry’s thick cock. The bulbous head was pressed right up against her opening; all it would take was one good push downward and she’d be filled up completely by his girth. Harry’s eyes were on the scene too, eager to see his best friend sink down onto his cock.
“You ready?” Daphne asked Hermione quietly.
In response, Hermione started to sink down onto Harry’s cock. She felt incredibly tight around him, and it felt like she was going to cut off his circulation. Her core was radiating so much wonderful heat that felt incredible on his cock. Daphne slowly glided her hand down Harry’s shaft, matching Hermione’s pace as she sank lower and lower, taking in every inch that Harry had to offer. Eventually, Daphne’s hand left his shaft completely and instead gently played with his balls as Hermione finished her descent.
As Hermione settled on Harry’s lap, his thick cock fully inside of her, she let out a terribly satisfied moan. Harry let out the breath that he hadn’t realized he had been holding and grinned up at Hermione, who smiled nervously back at him.
“You’re really big,” she said by way of explanation as she gently grinded herself against him. She seemed to be testing the waters with her range of motion as she rocked her hips against his. Harry could feel her inner walls stretching to accommodate his size as she moved.
“You’re really tight,” he countered.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re both fucking hot and perfect,” Daphne laughed. “Now, get to riding him.”
Hermione did just as Daphne said, if a little slowly. She placed her hands on Harry’s midsection and used them to help balance herself as she started moving up and down on his cock. She started off just by moving only a couple of inches up and down at a time, but she got more comfortable with her motions over time.
Daphne released Harry’s balls and crawled back up the bed to his side. Harry put an arm around her as she snuggled up against him, letting his hand grab onto her large breast. He started playing with it as Daphne kissed his cheek and the two of them took the opportunity to happily watch Hermione ride Harry’s cock.
Hermione seemed to bask in Harry and Daphne’s attention. She looked proud and confident as she worked her pussy up and down Harry’s thick pole. Her delicious breasts jutted out wonderfully from her chest, and her arched back helped them stick out even further. She brushed her damp hair behind her shoulders to make sure that nothing was going to obstruct the view.
After only a couple of minutes, Hermione felt capable enough to really start riding Harry’s cock. She was practically bouncing on his lap, going up six to eight inches at a time as she speared herself onto Harry’s cock over and over again. Her beautiful sun-kissed breasts bounced freely on her chest, and Hermione moaned as she reveled in the pleasure she was feeling.
Harry was feeling much the same, and it was hard for him to hold back any of his own moans too. After the first one slipped past his lips though, he stopped trying to hold himself back and instead let Hermione hear just how good she was making him feel.
Hermione’s pussy really did feel incredible around his cock. The heat and tightness of it was something of legend. Her lips were so tight around his shaft too, and it was beautiful to watch them cling to him. Her pussy was practically gushing with juices too, helping to lubricate his cock and make it easier for Hermione to ride him.
“Isn’t she such a good girl?” Daphne murmured into his ear. “Can you imagine what it’d be like to wake up to her riding your cock like this every morning?”
It would be heavenly. Honestly, Harry knew that he’d never be able to get used to something like this; each day would be a novelty, and he’d adore every second of it.
“It’d be incredible,” Harry murmured back.
Hermione watched them through her half-lidded eyes and moaned again as she forced herself back down onto Harry’s cock. “I’d do anything you asked of me, Harry.”
Harry grinned. “What a good girl you are,” he said to Hermione before turning his attention to Daphne. “If Hermione’s the good girl, then what are you?”
Daphne matched his grin with one of her own. “I’m the fucking slut who you’re going to pound a baby into.”
Harry suddenly groaned and clutched at the sheets on the bed. Daphne’s lustful words nearly made him cum inside of Hermione right then and there. He managed to hold on, but in his efforts to remain under control, he accidentally thrust his hips up just as Hermione was starting to come back down onto him. The resounding slap of their bodies slapping together rang out loudly, but not as loudly as Hermione’s cry of pleasure.
“Fuck!” Hermione screamed. Her knees tried to come together instinctively, but Harry’s body was in the way. “Fuck that felt good. Please, Harry, again,” she panted.
“If I do, I’m gonna cum,” he warned her.
“Do it,” Hermione moaned as she raised her hips again. She dropped down and, just as she’d asked, Harry thrust his hips up to meet her. That sent Hermione screaming again and rushing to do the same motion another time. “Just fill me up! Fuck!”
Harry did just that, thrusting up in time with Hermione’s downward thrusts. Their bodies kept smacking against each other and Harry’s cock pushed as deep into Hermione’s pussy as it could go. They only made it another four times before Hermione screamed his name and collapsed onto his chest as her pussy convulsed around his cock.
It was that sudden tightness that sent Harry over the edge. He groaned and his cock started spurting out a shot of cum deep into Hermione’s pussy. The spasms that wracked her pussy helped to pump the cum out of his cock and into her.
As they rode out their orgasms, they both gasped for air and relished in the feeling of this full-body contact. Daphne started whispering sweet things into Hermione’s ear about how good she did and how incredible she must feel now, but Harry wasn’t sure how much Hermione heard. She looked completely worn out and thoroughly fucked. It wasn’t much of a surprise to him that once her orgasm finished, she couldn’t do much more than roll off of him and onto the bed.
Harry bit back a whine of displeasure as his cock slipped out of Hermione and instead just leaned over her and planted a kiss on her lips.
“Oh, Harry,” Hermione sighed happily. “That was wonderful.”
“It really was,” Harry smiled at her.
Hermione smiled back at him and scooted a little further away before patting the open space. “There, plenty of space for you and Daphne now.”
It was like those were the magical words that Daphne had been waiting for. She eagerly leapt over onto the open space beside Hermione, landing on her back. She hooked her hands under her knees and spread her legs wide apart, revealing her glistening, bare pussy. Her knees came so high up that they were pressed right up against her breasts.
“Well?” Daphne prompted Harry with a grin. “Are you going to fuck me or what?”
If Harry’s cock had started to flag at all, it immediately regained all of its vitality at the erotic sight before him. Daphne looked incredible. With her leg held up high, her pussy was perfectly displayed for him. It was like a beautiful flower, ready to be pollinated.
So, Harry climbed on top of Daphne and lined his cock up perfectly with her entrance. Only, he didn’t push in quite yet. Instead, he just teased his head up and down her slit.
After several seconds without penetration, Daphne looked up into his eyes. “Harry,” she whinged. “Please.”
“Please what?” Harry teased her.
“Please fuck me,” Daphne replied.
“Hmm, I don’t know,” Harry teased some more. He figured that after all he’d been put through, it was time for little payback.
Daphne’s face looked distraught. “Please, I need you so badly.”
“You’re so needy,” Harry said as his cock brushed across Daphne’s clit. Her entire body tensed up as his cock returned to her opening.
“Yes, I am,” Daphne insisted. “Now, please fuck me.”
Harry grinned at her. “What are you Daphne?”
“I’m your slut,” she whined. She started trying to scoot forward in the hopes that her pussy would engulf his cock, but Harry slowly pulled his hips back in time with her movements.
“Now, tell me exactly what you want me to do to my slut,” Harry told her.
Daphne’s gaze met his. “I want you to push your cock into your slut’s tiny, needy pussy and-”
A scream left Daphne’s throat as Harry rammed his cock forward into her pussy. Despite his size, he was able to force himself quite a ways in before she tightened up around him. Not only did her entire pussy clamp down on his cock, it actually seemed to be getting tighter the further in he pushed. Thankfully the lubrication of her juices made it possible for Harry to keep pressing forward inside of her, but it was a hard-fought effort.
Daphne’s jaw hung open as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She looked to be in heaven as Harry bottomed out inside of her and one of his hands started to play with her clit. Her entire body was trembling on the bed as a tremor wracked through her body.
“Did you just cum?” Harry asked her in surprise at what he felt passing through her.
“A bit,” Daphne barely managed to say as she tried to regain control over her body. “Oh, fuck, you’re stretching me out so good.”
From the side, Hermione chuckled quietly. “He’s got quite the monster between his legs, hasn’t he?”
Daphne couldn’t respond even if she wanted to because Harry started to move inside of her. If she was his slut like she professed that she was, then she was just here for his pleasure. Well, Harry would treat her how she wanted to be treated. His cock was throbbing and eager to fuck his other best friend, so he wasn’t going to wait a second longer.
Harry started fucking Daphne at a brutally fast paced. The blond woman couldn’t do much more than whimper and moan in delight as Harry pounded her tight little pussy over and over again. The mattress rattled in its frame as the entire bed shook from how aggressive Harry was being.
Despite worrying that it was going to be a bit much, Daphne seemed to love what he was doing. Her body was responding in just the right way, and more and more moans and cries of pleasure were leaving her lips.
“Yes, yes, yes, ugh, oh fuck!” Daphne cried out in time with Harry’s thrusts.
Harry wished he could say something back to her, but that would’ve been impossible to do with the pace he was setting. He was fucking Daphne harder and faster than the tempo Hermione had ridden his cock at, so Harry didn’t want to risk focusing on something else and throwing his groove off. He just kept repeating the same thrusts deep into Daphne’s tight pussy.
Suddenly, Hermione got onto her knees beside Harry and Daphne. Harry glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, curious as to what she was doing but not giving her his full attention and potentially throwing off his rhythm as he rammed his cock into Daphne.
Daphne had her eyes shut tight from the overwhelming pleasure so she didn’t realize what Hermione was doing until the woman placed her knees on either side of Daphne’s head. “What are you-” Daphne began to say just before Hermione lowered her pussy right onto Daphne’s mouth.
A look of bliss overcame Hermione’s face as Daphne started to desperately lick up the mixture of Harry’s cum and Hermione’s juices that was dripping out of her pussy. Her tongue swirled all around Hermione’s slit, licking up every drop she could find. Her movements were erratic, but that was to be expected when Harry was fucking her as hard as he was.
“Really give it to her,” Hermione urged Harry on. She was squeezing her breasts in her hands and pinching her nipples in between her fingers. “This slut has been dreaming of this for months now. Give her exactly what she wants.”
Harry had no argument with that. His cock felt incredible as it pounded into Daphne’s pussy over and over again. He could feel that he was getting close again, and that sensation only heightened when Hermione leaned forward to kiss him. It was awkward and Harry had to slow his pace down somewhat in order to kiss her back, but it felt wonderful and it allowed him to add more power to his thrusts into Daphne.
Daphne was moaning incoherently into Hermione’s pussy as her tongue continued to work away at her, but it was clear that she was starting to lose her focus as her body started to tremble. So, Hermione got off of her and instead sat down right behind Daphne’s head. She placed her hands right under Daphne’s knees and pushed Daphne’s hands away. Then, rather than having her knees pulled up to her breasts, Hermione spread Daphne’s legs as wide as they could go. That left Daphne’s large breasts the chance to bounce around freely as Harry fucked her.
“Oh, Harry!” Daphne moaned. “I’m about to . . . fuck, about to-”
“Let it out!” Harry cried, knowing just how close he was too.
“Ahh!” Daphne screeched as her pussy clamped down on Harry’s cock.
Harry drove forward one final time, slamming his cock as deep into Daphne’s pussy as possible as he came inside of her. Her pussy was clamped down so tightly that he couldn’t move more than half an inch back, but he still did just that as he rocked back and forth and spurted all the cum he had left into Daphne’s womb. Daphne's body trembled as her orgasm sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, but she still managed to wrap her arms and legs—once Hermione released them—around Harry and held him tightly against her skin.
The two of them stayed like that for several minutes as they recovered from the incredible fuck they had just had, but they eventually parted.
Harry landed on his back on the bed and his two best friends quickly found their familiar places on either side of him.
“Merlin, I can’t believe I waited this long to do this,” Harry chuckled as he ran his hands up and down their backs.
“Trust us, we feel the same way,” Hermione told him.
Daphne let out a long yawn, stretched out, and entwined one of her legs around Harry’s. “Well, you have more than enough time to make up for it. Don’t you have the whole weekend off?”
“I do,” Harry confirmed.
“I’ll get started on the stamina potions later today,” Hermione yawned as she stretched a leg over Harry too. “But first, I think a nap is in order.”
