Harry Potter, Porn Star: Orgy-rific!!

Harry, Malfoy, Zabini, and someone else, Harry couldn't tell who, clambered down the steps to the boy's dorm, clothing flying everywhere to lay, littering the steps. By the time they made it to the first bed they hit, they were all naked and harder than the stones of the castle.

A mouth immediately clamped onto Harry's cock, sucking furiously, and Harry cried out around Malfoy's tongue, hips bucking up into that glorious heat. A voice in his ear started whispering.

"Potter, you should see him, he's got his lips wrapped around you, sucking you so fucking hard the skin around them is white. He's... oh, shit, he's deep throating you. Damn, I wish I'd known he could do that, I'd have been fucking that pretty little mouth all along, if I did. Oh, fuck, now he's really going at it. I can see his spit clinging to your pubes when he pulls up. Fuck... nghgn..." and a hand was gripping Harry's, pulling it to wrap around a long, hard cock, just the kind he liked.

Harry was shaking all over, the combined onslaught of that hot fucking mouth, the sweet taste of Malfoy's tongue, the gusts of breath against his ear and cheek, and the dark, dirty words nearly sending him straight over the edge. His balls drew up tight to his body and he was just about to come, when a hand clamped down around his balls, bringing him instantly back from the edge.

He moaned in frustration and bucked his hips, wanting, no needing the release he'd find in orgasm. Instead, he felt the mouth removed from him and a tongue begin swirling around his balls, as if to apologize for the earlier, brutal treatment of them. He sighed and rolled his hips, sucking lightly on Malfoy's tongue, hand gripping the cock in it as he came back to himself enough to start fisting it.

His hand slid up that glorious wood and felt the copious amount of precome at the tip, his thumb swiping through it and spreading it slowly along the thick, pulsing vein on the underside. The voice started again, adding a surreal monologue to the activities.

"Oh, fuck, Potter, yeah, just like that. You know how bad my dick wants you to rub it. Ohh, baby, slow down, we've got all night. Fuck, yeah, just like that, squeeze me, baby. Pull back the foreskin, ummm, yeah, ohfuckinggodsyes! Yes, just like that, circle the tip with that rough little thumb of yours. Gods, I can feel every callous on the tip, fuck it's nice, oh fuck. Ohh, holy shit, Potter, he's about to..."

And that's when Harry felt the wet tip of a tongue against his entrance, swirling around, licking. The sharp edge of teeth bit into the wrinkled skin of his hole, pulling just a bit, the sharp pain adding a wicked edge to an already wicked night. The tongue soothed the little hurt and then plunged in without a warning, or cleaning charms, or anything to mar the musky flavour that he knew he possessed.

He writhed and his muffled moans filled the air until Malfoy pulled back, smirking down at him. He looked down the line of Harry’s body to where a dark head was bobbing between his thighs. “Got him ready for me, yet, Theodore?”

Harry glanced down, watching as Nott’s head came up, a shit eating grin on his face as he said, “Yeah, Draco, his little boy-pussy is all ready for your hard cock to fuck it.” He looked at Harry then, his hazel eyes spearing through him. “And when he’s done fucking you, I’m going to suck all the come out, just to hear you scream my name.”

Harry whimpered at the threatening promise in those words. He heard Malfoy chuckle just before the bright head leaned over his chest, biting roughly at a nipple. Harry screamed and tightened his grip on Zabini’s cock, making that boy push his hips forward with a hiss.

Malfoy moved between his legs and pushed his thick, hard cock straight into Harry without any warning. As he did so, Zabini began speaking again, his husky voice distracting Harry from the burning, tearing sensation of Malfoy plundering his depths.

“Fuck yeah, Potter. I didn’t know you could be so damn rough. Gods, I like it like that. Twist your hand, baby, squeeze me harder, make it hurt. Fucking hell, I’m going to fuck you so hard. Just wait, as soon as Malfoy’s done with you, I’m going to fuck you, too, and then Theodore can have his cream all swirled. How do you like that, Potter? Doesn’t that sound good?”

Harry arched his back and shook his head, barely able to get the words out. “No, want both. Both of you. Inside me. Fuck me together, make me come. Wanna come so hard, wanna come with you both inside me, your big cocks stretching me wider than I’ve ever been stretched before.”

Malfoy heard those words and grunted, twisting himself and Harry until they were rolled to the side, leaving an opening for Zabini to stretch out along his backside. Harry lifted his legs, wrapping them around Malfoy’s waist, relaxing as much as possible for the pain and burn that he knew was coming.

Zabini lined up with Malfoy and began pushing, hard, his grunts heavy, his hand wrapping around Harry’s cock. Harry cried out as his head pushed through the stretched-tight opening, back stiffening at the horrific pain.

Malfoy dropped his head down to rest on Harry’s and began to speak, his cultured tones at odds with the words he spoke. “I knew you would do this, Potter. I knew you would be our little Gryffindor slut. I knew you would take us both. You’re mine, Potter, but I’m letting Zabini have you, too. And you know why? Because I want to see what you can take, how much you can handle. And you can handle it all, can’t you, you little whore? I bet I could take you to a Death Eater orgy and you’d just get on your knees for anyone, wouldn’t you? You’d let Lucius stick his fat cock up your arse, wouldn’t you? Yeah, I’ve seen the way you look at him, like you could ride him all night long and never ask for mercy. You want my daddy to fuck you, to abuse you. You want his hair to tangle all over you, don’t you? You want to feel him fuck you dry, because he caan. Guess what, Potter? I’ve done it. Oh, yeah, I’ve had him. I’ve ridden that huge cock, and I’ll do it again. But first, I’m going to watch you do it.”

Harry cried out, body spasming from the delightfully dirty joy he found in those words. He pictured Lucius and Draco Malfoy fucking and couldn’t hold back a purely begging whimper. “Ohgodsyesplease! Want you. Want you both. Both of you, fucking me, wanna ride you both. Wanna be in a Malfoy sandwich, wanna know what a dirty boy I am!”

Malfoy chuckled breathlessly, his cock sliding against Zabini’s inside Harry’s arse as they counterthrust against him. Harry could feel the stretch and slide, the glorious fullness, the breath-stealing pleasure that could only be found like this, with two hard cocks shoved up his bum, scraping and pulling against his abused, overly stretched flesh. He writhed between them and was barely holding onto his sanity when Malfoy started talking again.

“But you know who’s the best shag ever, Potter? The best cock I’ve ever ridden was Snape’s. Oh, yeah, I know you can’t imagine that, think he’s just a greasy git, but his cock has this wickedly delightful curve at the very tip. It hits that spot every damn time, and he’s so fucking rough. So brutal. I know he wants it to be punishing, especially when he’s taking you over his desk, but really it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. He doesn’t even take off his robes, just makes you pull your trousers and pants off, pulls up his robes, and fucks you over that desk like he’s trying to fuck the demons out of you. And when he and Lucius fuck you together…”

Harry couldn’t hear Malfoy anymore for the roaring in his ears as his orgasm blasted through him. He shook and shuddered as he came, his come bursting between him and Malfoy, painting both their bodies. His arse clenched tight around the cocks inside it, and soon Malfoy and Zabini were both shouting their own releases. They stiffened on either side of him before going limp, their cocks slowly softening inside him.

Zabini pulled out of him first with a small whimper of expended pleasure, followed closely by Malfoy, who summoned the energy to sit up and beckon Nott over.

Nott dived in, licking the trails of come from Harry’s thighs before sticking his face right in Harry’s arse, lips forming a seal around his hole before his tongue began swiping at the loosened orifice. Harry couldn’t handle the stimulation and, through his shuddering and twitching, the edges of his vision began to go grey.

As Nott pursed his lips and sucked, hard, pulling the come from Harry’s body, Harry went totally limp, succumbing to the waiting darkness.

TBC