Sex friends - A Harry Potter tale

The air at the train station was thick with the smell of diesel fumes and the distant, echoing announcements of arrivals and departures. Harry stood near the main entrance, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his posture tense with a week’s worth of pent-up anticipation. He checked his watch for the tenth time in as many minutes, his eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar face.

Daphnee should be here anytime now…. he mumbled under his breath, his gaze sweeping across the platform. The week had been an eternity of blue balls and frustrated jerking sessions, each one a pale imitation of the real thing. He had followed her request to the letter, saving every drop, his libido skyrocketing to a point where even the slightest brush of fabric against his cock was enough to make him hard. The bulge in his pants was undeniable, a half-erect tent that strained against the denim, a testament to his eagerness.

It’s been a week since we swapped partners. Today I am meeting Daphnee for one reason…SEX!! Finally, it is our first time seeing each other as sex friends, since that day, and per her request I have been saving my cum for today!! My libido is at its peak, I have prepared a bunch of rubbers! I am already half erect too! His thoughts were a chaotic storm of lust and anticipation, each one fueling the fire in his groin.

“HUH? You…” a quiet voice came from behind him, startling him from his reverie.

Harry spun around, his heart leaping into his throat, and there she was. Susan.

She was dressed in a white blouse that clung to her curves, the fabric straining against her full breasts, and a blue long skirt that failed to hide the incredible outline of her enormous ass. Her hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, but her face was anything but neat. It was a mask of cold annoyance, her eyes glaring at him with a contempt that cut through the air like a knife.

“Huh? What are you doing here?” Harry yelled, the words escaping him before he could stop them. The embarrassment was instant, a hot flush creeping up his neck as flashes of their last encounter flooded his mind—the feel of her bare pussy, the way she had begged for his cum, the secret creampie he had given her right in front of her boyfriend.

Susan’s expression darkened. “I don’t have to answer to you…” she spat, her voice dripping with disdain.

Damn! That’s cold! She still hates me a bit for what happened last week, huh… Harry’s thoughts were a jumble of guilt and defensiveness. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but was cut off by a sudden, forceful impact from behind.

“Daphnee!” he gasped, the air rushing from his lungs as he felt two arms wrap around his waist, a chin resting on his shoulder.

“Sorry for the wait!!!!” Daphne’s voice was a songful, bubbly sound, a stark contrast to Susan’s icy tone. She squeezed him tighter, her body pressing against his back, her breasts squishing against him.

Oooooh! We are just sex friends, but you are treating me like we are a couple! Hey, new hairstyle! Harry reflected as he turned his head to look at her. Daphne’s face was radiant, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. Her hair, usually long and free, was now intricately woven into a Dutch braid crown, making her look both orderly and breathtakingly beautiful. She was blushing, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and mischief, already thinking about the fucking and orgasms to come.

“You are early, aren’t you?!” Daphne said, her smile wicked, her tone suggesting he was eager to see her.

“I just reached actually!!!” Harry said rapidly, trying to sound nonchalant, to hide the fact that he had been there for twenty minutes already.

“Daphnee… What is going on? You said you wanted to hang out with me today…” Susan’s voice cut through the moment, cold and sharp. She was looking at Daphne, her annoyance palpable.

Daphne’s eyes widened, her gaze flicking from Harry to Susan and back again. “Eeeeeh? Both of you are here…?” she mumbled, her voice losing its bubbly edge as she finally seemed to register Susan’s presence.

“Huh? Susan… did Daphnee asked you out for today too?” Harry reflected, his mind racing. The pieces were clicking into place, and he didn’t like the picture they were forming.

Daphne let out a small, guilty sound, bumping the side of her head with her palm. “Oppsieeee…. Looks like I forgot and made an appointment with both of you!” she said, her voice laced with a regret that felt entirely too performative. She looked at Susan, her eyes wide and innocent, but there was a glint of something else there, something calculating.

Yep… She did this on purpose! Harry realized, a cold knot forming in his stomach. Looks like these two girls became friends since that day, and she was meeting today with Daphnee to talk about her situation and what she felt last time… Even with what happened last time they became fast friends… Daphnee sure is scary…

He remembered the texts from Daphne, the casual updates about Neville. From what I heard from Daphnee through her text messages, Neville was able to get hard after that, but he kept wanting us to swing again, which of course Susan objected to… She was feeling too guilty from what had happened last time.

And now, here they were. The three of them, at a train station, a week after the event that had shattered their friendships and created new, tangled bonds. Daphne’s “mistake” was no accident. It was a test, a game, and Harry had a sinking feeling that he was just a pawn in it.

Susan’s glare was now directed at both of them, her arms crossed over her chest, her posture defensive. The air was thick with unspoken words, with the memory of sweat and skin and the taste of forbidden pleasure. The train station, once a simple meeting point, was now a stage for whatever twisted game Daphne had decided to play.

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The apartment was quiet, save for the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of traffic from the street below. Neville sat on the couch, his posture relaxed, a stark contrast to the tension radiating from Susan as she stood by the window, her arms crossed over her chest.

“No way! I mean your ED is cured, right?” Susan’s voice was sharp, laced with an annoyance she could barely contain. She turned to face him, her eyes narrowed. “I don’t see the point of doing it again with those two. It was intense, and later I felt guilty for cheating on you, even when we both were fucking them. It is not the same for me…” Her voice dropped to a murmur on the last part, too quiet for Neville to catch, but her mind was screaming with the memories.

Harry’s gigantic cock stretching me, the feeling of his creampie flooding my womb, the way Daphnee’s tongue fucked my pussy and ass… The thoughts were involuntary, vivid, and they sent a flush of heat through her body. She felt herself getting hot and bothered, her pussy growing wet, and she unconsciously rubbed her thighs together, trying to quell the sensation.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Neville’s voice, calm and persistent. “I know I am cured, but it is fun…”

“Not for me!” Susan cut him off, her voice firm and final, ending that line of conversation definitively. She turned back to the window, her reflection staring back at her, a mask of frustration and hidden desire.

The present rushed back in, a wave of cold reality crashing over her. She was back at the train station, standing with Harry and Daphne, the memory of her conversation with Neville fresh in her mind. She glared at Harry, her eyes filled with a hateful resentment for his role in the swinging, for the things they had done that were sinful, that had shattered her sense of morality.

“Hey… don’t you think you are being kinda rude to my boyfriend?” Daphne’s voice cut through the air, harsh and confrontational. She was hugging Harry’s side, her eyes glinting with a malicious light as she looked accusingly at Susan. “Regardless of what happened in the end, we only did it to help out you and your boyfriend’s ED problem…. I think you are being ungrateful… Harry let his friend, your boyfriend, have sex with me too, and he got to cum every time, it was all fair and square!” Her voice was harsh, but she kept it calm, a controlled anger that was more effective than shouting.

Susan’s demeanor shifted under the weight of Daphne’s words. The resentment, the anger, it all seemed to deflate, replaced by a wave of shame. She let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping. “UH…. You are right… I am sorry that was unbecoming of me. Uh… I hope we will still get along, Harry,” she said, a cute, forced smile now on her face as she looked at him.

“It is fine. Let’s be friends, Susan!” Harry replied, a wave of relief washing over him. Nice save, Daphne! he thought.

“Okay, now that we have made up, let’s go somewhere calming to rest!” Daphne declared, her voice bright and cheerful once more. She grabbed both of their hands, dragging them along before they could protest. Before they realized it, they were back at the love hotel where Harry and Daphne had first met.

Susan’s protest died in her throat as they were ushered inside a room. She watched, stunned, as Harry and Daphne began to kiss with a passion so burning hot that she felt flustered just watching them. Their hands were everywhere, tearing at clothes, desperate to feel skin. Daphne was quickly stripped down to just her panties, her body pressing against Harry’s naked chest, her hands rubbing his cock through his jeans.

“W-What is the meaning of all this?!!” Susan yelled, her face a deep crimson. “Why did you bring me here to this hotel!? I thought we were going to a café or a restaurant, not this!!!!”

Daphne turned, smiling, completely unbothered by Susan’s yelling or her own state of near-undress. Her cotton white panties were translucent, soaked through with her love juice, leaving little to the imagination. “You know, I have been wondering if you might be the reason why your boyfriend has ED…” she said, her voice accusatory.

Harry grimaced at the harsh words, but Daphne pressed on.

“Huh? Why me?!” Susan muttered, her embarrassment warring with her indignation.

“You don’t seem to be willing to blow him, and you are like a dead fish when you two have sex,” Daphne stated, her tone judgmental and cold. “What’s more, having sex is like a formal transaction between you two. There is no passion, there is not a desire to bring each other pleasure. You two just go through the motions.” She paused, her eyes sweeping over Susan’s flustered form. “Maybe that’s why he can’t get hard for you. Maybe he needs to see real passion, real desire, to be inspired.”

The memory unspooled in Susan’s mind like a reel of old, faded film. She saw herself with Neville, the motions mechanical, the sounds forced. It was a duty, a box to be checked on the list of a good girlfriend’s responsibilities. She would lie there, her mind wandering to grocery lists or work emails, while he moved above her, his grunts of effort a distant soundtrack to her boredom. The pleasure was minimal, a fleeting spark at best, and because of that, she had never truly craved it, never initiated it with any real fire. The sex was a chore, and her lack of enthusiasm had become a silent, festering wound in their relationship.

Wait…so I am the one at fault for Neville´s ED?!!! The realization hit her with the force of a physical blow, a cold, horrifying clarity. It wasn’t just a physical ailment; it was a symptom of their emotional and sexual disconnect. Her own disinterest had fed his insecurity, creating a vicious cycle of performance anxiety and failure.

“KYAAAA?!” Susan’s scream was a strangled mix of shock and horror as her spiraling thoughts were violently interrupted.

Daphne had used Susan’s moment of distraction perfectly. In one fluid motion, she had unzipped Harry’s pants and freed his cock. It sprang forth, a thick, pulsating tower of flesh, hard and angry from a week of abstinence. It curved upwards, the head a deep, swollen purple, veins throbbing along its impressive length. It was a weapon of pure, unadulterated lust.

“It is as big as I remember,” Daphne purred, her voice thick with hunger. Her face was smacked playfully by the massive head as it was released, and she leaned in, her eyes wide with adoration. She knelt before him, her head dwarfed by the sheer size of his cock. The shaved, heavy weight of his balls rested against her chin, and she salivated, her tongue darting out to lick her lips in anticipation.

Wow…it looks huge even from far away… Susan thought, her own pussy clenching in sympathetic memory. The sight was mesmerizing, terrifying, and incredibly arousing.

“Hey Susan, can I ask you a favor?” Daphne’s voice cut through her trance. “Could you please film us while we have sex?” Without waiting for an answer, she pulled her cellphone from her bag and shoved it into Susan’s hands.

“EEEEH…Why?!” Susan stammered, her confusion warring with the heat pooling in her belly.

Daphne guided a mesmerized Harry to the couch, both of them shedding their remaining clothes in a trail of eager haste. Harry’s cock stood rigid, pointing menacingly at the ceiling, a testament to his week of pent-up desire. Daphne wrapped her hand around it, her fingers unable to close even halfway around its girth, and began a slow, teasing stroke.

“Well…You see…I learned that I found quite exciting to have sex while being watched by someone else!” Daphne explained, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. “Whats more, with the filming and when you watch it at home, you might be able to learn a thing or two from watching us have sex! This way you are able to see what a couple horny and in love with each other is like when they are having sex! So…as you can see, it is a win-win for everyone involve!”

She didn’t wait for Susan’s consent. She turned to Harry and captured his mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue twisting around his, devouring him with a week’s worth of pent-up hunger. Harry responded in kind, his hands tangling in her braided hair, pulling her closer. The sound of their wet, hungry kisses filled the room.

Susan, feeling a strange compulsion, raised the phone and hit record. The screen lit up with the intimate scene.

-They are going back at it, and they are really ignoring me now…She has a point though…I can learn a thing or two from them…besides, just watching others having sex specially if it is to please Neville later, doesn’t count as cheating, right?!! Susan’s thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind of justification and desire. She framed the shot, focusing on the way Daphne’s hand moved over Harry’s immense cock.

“Your tip is so big!” Daphne gasped, breaking the kiss. She used her slim fingers to circle the sensitive ridge under the head, making Harry’s hips jerk. “You know, Susan is watching us!! I think she is really focused on your cock,” she whispered in his ear, her eyes glinting with mischief as she glanced at Susan.

“Ohhhh, your cock just twitch hearing that huh?” Daphne teased, her hand stroking him in slow, deliberate movements. “It is making you excited to know that she is watching your cock and getting wet while imagining you fucking her hard again? My God! You are so hard! How many days have you been saving up?!”

“I…haven’t jerked or cum for an entire week...Since the last time we all had sex….” Harry confessed, his voice a strained groan. He shuddered when Daphne’s other hand cupped his balls, squeezing them with a firm, possessive pressure. “I am so glad! I can tell by touching this that you are not lying…umm you really enjoy me touching your balls…a thought for later…” she purred.

“Look who is talking, you are pretty wet too Daphnee!” Harry shot back, tired of being on the defensive. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her gently back onto the couch, his hand immediately finding her pussy. His fingers slid through her soaked folds, circling her clit with a practiced motion that made her gush a fresh wave of her juices onto the cushions.

Daphne’s stroking never faltered as Harry attacked her mouth again, kissing her with a passion that made her dizzy. “AAAah! AAAH! AAAAh! You are touching my pussy while kissing me….” she moaned against his lips.

Susan watched through the phone’s screen, her own breathing growing shallow. They were really going at it. Their sex was so intense, so different. The way they kissed, the way their eyes locked with raw hunger, the way their hands explored each other’s bodies with desperate familiarity—it was on another level entirely. She had never experienced anything like this with Neville. Their sex was a quiet, polite affair compared to this raw, animalistic display.

She watched as they competed, each trying to make the other cum first. Daphne focused on the ultra-sensitive underside of Harry’s tip, her thumb rubbing it in a maddening rhythm, while Harry used a precise, circular motion on Daphne’s clit that he knew drove her wild. Their moans intertwined, a symphony of pleasure that Susan was now capturing, a silent, voyeuristic participant in their passionate reunion.

The way they kissed was a revelation, a lewd, wet symphony of tongue and teeth that Susan couldn’t tear her eyes away from. It wasn’t the chaste, closed-mouth pecks she shared with Neville; it was a full-body consumption, a desperate melding of mouths that seemed to suck the very air from the room. Harry’s tongue fucked Daphne’s mouth with the same rhythm he would soon use on her pussy, and Daphne met him stroke for stroke, her moans vibrating against his lips.

Susan felt a strange, hot flush creep up her neck as she watched through the phone’s lens. She was feeling weird, a voyeuristic heat pooling low in her belly. Her thighs rubbed together of their own accord, the friction creating a dull, insistent throb against her clit. Her panties were damp, a testament to the arousal she couldn’t deny.

The way Daphnee kisses and touches me is so lewd, it is like she is putting a performance. I feel like I am gonna lose my mind! Harry thought, his mind reeling from the sensory overload. Daphne’s hands were everywhere, her nails scraping down his back, her fingers tangling in his hair, her body arching against his with a desperate need. But I am feeling self-conscious because we have Susan watching and filming us…

“Wait..Daphnee! Don´t go any further,” Harry said, his voice strained with a mix of embarrassment and desperate need. He pulled back slightly, his cock throbbing painfully between them.

“I can´t wait any longer. Let me have it!” Daphne pleaded, her eyes glazed with lust. She reached down, her hand wrapping around his shaft, guiding him toward her entrance. “Hang on, I will go get a rubber…” muttered Harry, his rational mind trying to assert itself.

“No….FUCK ME. NOW!” Daphne’s order was absolute, her voice a low, commanding growl that brooked no argument. She spread her legs wider, her pussy glistening with her juices, an open invitation.

“Daphneee!” Harry’s control shattered. He lost all semblance of restraint and jumped on top of her, grabbing her hips and pulling her back against the bed. She spread herself open, giving him complete access to her pussy and all her body. “Here I go Daphnee! Susan record this moment, record us having sex!” he yelled, his voice thick with excitement.

“Shut up and just gimme your cock!” Daphne yelled back, her voice frisky and demanding. Her pussy was leaking so much juice that it coated her inner thighs, her asshole, and the bed beneath her in a slick sheen.

“Wow, he is going in raw…” Susan muttered, her voice a hushed whisper as she zoomed the camera in on the point of penetration.

Harry placed the tip of his cock against Daphne’s pussy. Her lips parted without effort, her wetness providing a slick, welcoming passage despite his enormous size. He thrust in a swift, powerful motion, his cock sliding from her entrance to her womb in one seamless stroke. The moment he touched her deepest point, Daphne’s body convulsed.

“AAAH I AM CUMMING!” Daphne screamed, her orgasm hitting her instantly from the sheer feeling of Harry entering her. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice, milking him as spasm after spasm wracked her body.

“FUAAA! AAAH! AAAH AHH! AH! AH! I am so happy! You are way bigger than my boyfwhn!” Daphne’s words devolved into gibberish, her brain short-circuiting from the intense pleasure. Harry’s cock was stretching her to her absolute limit, filling her completely.

Huh? Susan thought, confused, only catching fragments of Daphne’s slurred speech. She couldn’t understand the words, but the meaning was clear in the raw, animalistic pleasure contorting Daphne’s face.

Harry, nervous that Daphne’s cock-drunk brain might say something incriminating, didn’t stop. He continued fucking her through her orgasm, prolonging it, making her unable to form any coherent thought. Her screams became a continuous, high-pitched wail.

“Wait Harryyyyy…AAAH…AAH…I´M STILL CUMMING!” Daphne let out another scream as Harry fucked her through the waves of her climax. He was between her legs, driving his cock deep, rubbing against her G-spot with each thrust, kissing her womb with the head of his cock, making her cum back to back.

Susan watched, mesmerized. They are seriously going at it… she thought, her own arousal building to a fever pitch. She was comparing this to the times she’d had sex with Neville, and there was no comparison. She had never been fucked with this passion, this intensity. Last week, I didn’t get to look at it up close…So this is what it´s like being fucked by Harry´s cock, she thought, a little gleefully, as she saw Daphne’s face twisted in a mask of pure lust, her mouth hanging open, her tongue lolling out as she gasped for air.

Harry brought Daphne’s left leg up onto his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrusts. He fucked her harder, slapping his thighs against her ass in a rhythmic, continuous movement as he drove his cock deep into her pussy, smashing Daphne’s womb with each powerful stroke.

Susan is watching me fuck! I am really turned on from just thinking about it! Harry reflected, his ego and his lust feeding off each other. Since we are fucking bareback, I can really feel her wetness. He dragged his cockhead against her G-spot, the rough patch of flesh getting a thoughtful scrubbing that made Daphne’s toes curl.

“Whooops! Sorry it slipped out!” Harry said, his voice feigning innocence. It was completely on purpose. He had fucked Daphnee so hard that his cock slipped out of her pussy, slapping with a loud, wet smack against her clitoris.

“AH!” Daphne moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. She was so out of it, she couldn’t even think from the hard fuck Harry was giving her. Harry had intended to use this moment to focus all of Susan’s attention on his cock as he started teasing Daphne again, the thick, veined shaft glistening with her juices, hovering just out of reach of her dripping entrance.

“Put it back in!” Daphne moaned, her voice a desperate, whining plea that vibrated through the humid air of the hotel room. Her hips lifted off the mattress, chasing the phantom sensation of his cock, her pussy lips swollen and glistening, twitching in anticipation. “Jeez, stop teasing me!”

Normally, Daphne would have seized this moment, using her own vulnerability to corrupt Susan further, to draw the other woman into their orbit of pleasure. But Harry was relentless. After almost reaching her third orgasm, he had pulled out, leaving her hanging on the precipice of bliss. Now, he was just rubbing his thick, leaking cock against her clitoris and her pussy lips, the friction maddening, the teasing unbearable. Her pussy was spasming, flooding the sheets with fresh waves of her arousal, her body trembling with the need to be filled.

Harry watched her squirm, a smirk playing on his lips. He was teasing her, poking the swollen head of his cock against her entrance, just barely putting it in before withdrawing, all while his thumb circled her clit, keeping her right on the edge of cumming without letting her fall over.

He is poking her pussy with his tip…! Susan thought, her eyes glued to the screen of the phone she was filming with. That looks like it will feel really good…. She watched as Harry’s cock traced the outline of Daphne’s pussy, the thick shaft glistening with her juices, making her gush even more, coating him in a slick sheen.

Daphne was dizzy with pleasure, her legs kicked up in the air, her arms flailing slightly as she moaned, begged, and whined for Harry to resume fucking her properly. “Harry…! I can’t wait any longer! Shove it inside me!” she begged, her hands reaching down to spread her own pussy lips, offering him a full view of her dripping, clenching interior.

“S-Sorry, I will do it right…NOW,” Harry muttered, his voice thick with his own arousal. He lined himself up, and in a sharp, brutal thrust, he drove his cock deep inside Daphne. The head of his cock slammed into the end of her pussy, drawing a loud, piercing moan from her throat. “AAAAHHH!”

Susan watched, mesmerized, as Harry’s cock spread Daphne’s pussy with force, making her pussy pour large amounts of love juices, wetting the bed even more. Damn…That thing was inside me a week ago…Oh no…I am itching a little inside from thinking about it… Susan rubbed her thighs together, the friction doing little to alleviate the heat building between her legs. She was remembering how she felt last week when Harry’s cock was demolishing her insides, making her lose all reason, and forget she even cared for her boyfriend.

If one were to look inside her panties, they would see her ginger landing strip, her lips glistening with a verifiable river of love juices pouring out of her pussy. Her panties were ruined, wet and sticky, beginning to feel uncomfortable with how soaked they were. The rubbing of her thighs to try to scratch that itch was not helping at all; it could be said that it was even worse than before, the friction only heightening her desperation.

“I am so horny, Daphnee!! It feels different when we are being watched,” Harry said, his voice a low growl as he pounded his cock hard into her, frantic long and hard thrusts fucking Daphne raw. She moaned like crazy each and every time his cock brushed against her womb, her body spread on the bed, her legs wide open, her arms to her sides, her boobs bouncing around with each thrust, enticing Harry who didn’t doubt one second before placing one nipple in his mouth, licking and biting them with small bites, drawing more moans out of Daphne.

“Pull out when you cum, okay?!” Daphne managed to gasp out between moans.

“Got it,” Harry replied, his voice strained.

“AAAAH! I AM CUMMING AGAIN!!! AAAH!!” Daphne couldn’t resist anymore. She had been on the edge for the last five minutes from Harry’s teasing and fucking, and now she came really hard, her pussy walls contracting with all their force, trying to milk him, her clit spasming like crazy, a squirt leaking out of her, and her asshole winking with each and every orgasmic contraction she was experiencing. “I´M CUMMING!!!” she couldn’t help herself, just as she came down from the previous orgasm, she had a second consecutive one, making her lose control of herself completely.

I am gonna cum too…But I wanna enjoy her insides a little longer! Harry’s mind was a haze of pleasure and possessiveness as he felt his own climax building, a tight coil in his gut. He could feel Daphne’s pussy squeezing him with each orgasm, the rhythmic milking of her walls driving him closer to the edge. I will not stop till I want to… he thought, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more desperate.

He felt his orgasm approaching, a tidal wave of sensation, and as per Daphne’s request, he pulled out at the last possible second. “I´m cumming !!” he groaned, his voice a raw, guttural sound. He aimed his cock at Daphne’s body, and with a few rough strokes, he bathed her in his cum. Thick ropes of white splashed across her face, her breasts, her belly, and finally, her pussy, coating her freshly fucked entrance in a glossy layer.

Daphne lay there, a smiley, sated expression on her face, admiring Harry’s work on her body. She looked like a masterpiece of debauchery, painted in his seed.

“Hey…You came inside her…” mumbled Susan, her voice laced with a little grimace as she watched some of Harry’s cum leak out of Daphne’s insides, a thick, white rivulet tracing a path down her inner thigh.

“Sorry, I couldn´t pull out in time…” Harry apologized to Daphne, though his tone lacked any real remorse.

“Jeez…useless...hahaha...but I am glad my pussy felt so good that you couldn´t control yourself and came without helping it,” Daphne said, her voice teasing and light. She didn’t care a single bit that he had come inside her; in fact, she seemed pleased by his lack of control. She looked at Harry’s cock, which was still hard, red, and angry with lustful energy, wanting to continue fucking much more. “Look at you… I bet you want more...”

“Y-Yeah!” Harry stumbled over his words, a little lightheaded from his recent orgasm, but his cock throbbed in agreement.

“Well, you will have to wait a bit,” Daphne said, her voice taking on a commanding edge. “Susan, give Harry the cellphone so he continues recording, and come here beside me.”

Susan was startled by the order, but she followed Daphne’s command without a single bit of hesitation. She was completely hypnotized by Daphne’s freshly fucked pussy, the sight of it red, glistening, and full of Harry’s cum. She knelt beside the bed, facing it, her eyes wide.

“You know I want Harry to have a second round right away, but I am too dirty, sticky and full of his cum,” Daphne explained, her smile mischievous. “So could you be a dear and help me clean…with your mouth obviously…”

In any other moment, such a request would have met with a sharp denial. But after watching Harry and Daphne fuck for the last 45 minutes, Susan was not in the right headspace. She was horny, unsatisfied from a week of frustrating sex with her boyfriend, and feeling frisky about having another sapphic experience with Daphne.

Susan nodded, a silent, eager agreement. She approached Daphne on the bed, who reclined with her arms supporting her, watching what Susan was going to do with pleasant anticipation. Susan started by kissing Daphne, licking her lips, trying to clean her mouth of all of Harry’s semen. She was licking Daphne’s face out of all the cum, cleaning her face and sharing half the semen with Daphnee with each kiss, swallowing more and more of Harry’s cum.

She continued licking, going lower on Daphne, licking her nipples, leaving behind a string of saliva all around them, but clean from the semen. She alternated between kissing her and licking her clean, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. She continued like this for a few minutes, till she reached Daphne’s pussy.

She could see the evidence of the hard fuck that Harry had given her. Daphne’s pussy looked red, a little inflamed from the fucking, glistening with a mixture of Harry’s cum and her own juices. Susan was mesmerized, horny beyond measure, as she observed that sight.

She kneeled again on the floor, grabbing Daphne by her legs and bringing her to the edge of the bed so her pussy was right in front of Susan’s mouth. She started eating her pussy with enthusiasm, licking all her insides, scooping Harry’s cum from the inside of her pussy and lapping it all out. She was sucking her clitoris, trying to make her cum, her tongue working with a fervor that surprised even Daphne.

Daphne was going crazy with Susan’s licking, she was losing her mind. She could feel Susan’s tongue scraping her insides and cleaning her, and she was surprised but pleased about how eager Susan was tongue-fucking her.

“I am cumming!!!” Daphne came for the fifth time of the day, her body arching off the bed as Susan made her cum. With the orgasmic contractions, the last blob of Harry’s cum, located deep inside her, came out of her pussy, and was eagerly consumed by the waiting mouth of Susan. Upon finding herself with it, Susan got up and kissed Daphne, sharing the cum with her in a battle of tongues, finally swallowing Harry’s cum together.

Susan was beyond horny, her reason gone a bit, her pussy wet with a desire to masturbate herself right in front of them, but the little bit of shame and guilt she still felt for Neville stopped her from doing it.

“God damn! That is what I call a dinner and a show,” said Harry, his cock standing up and ready to continue fucking, the sight of the two women cleaning each other having reignited his lust with a vengeance.

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