Harry felt like he was waddling to class all day. He hadn't thought much about what would happen after his life changing encounter with Daphne, but he should've known there would be some drawbacks. Mainly, the way his ass was still sore a day later from the pounding he had received. The pleasure he felt was worth every bit of soreness though, and he didn't feel any regret.
Another drawback was not knowing where his relationship status stood with the breathtaking blonde. He had seen her in class and in the halls, but she had just winked at him and continued what she was doing. Early that day he had been approached by Romilda Vane and asked out to Hogsmeade. He might have said yes, but he wasn't sure if Daphne would be alright with. He wasn't even sure if there would be a repeat of their activities. She had talked about making it a regular activity, but Harry hadn't gotten any sign that she wanted to meet up again. No notes had suddenly appeared in his pocket like last time. In the absence of any communication from Daphne, Harry had gone about his life as normal, with only a couple major changes.
First of all, he had no urge to polish his wand the way he used to. The thought just didn't excite him, as he longed for the feeling of his ass to be filled again. He'd tried to use his own fingers to pleasure himself, but it was a difficult task and it didn't live up to his expectations. Harry could see a real problem shaping up for the near future. He couldn't relieve himself anymore, and with Daphne not making any sort of move, he would need to find a solution quickly.
Another change he had noticed was the way he looked at females. He didn't just look at their curves and long legs like he used to, but also at what sat between those legs. Daphne had said only powerful witches had a cock, but he wasn't sure what made someone powerful enough. Surely Hermione had one, which made him wonder if Ron already knew. He had guessed at a couple other powerful witches in their year that might have them. Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, and Su Li were all talented witches. There were surely more than that though, and it got Harry excited just picturing girls with cocks like Daphne's. Apparently, Tracey Davis also had one. That was Daphne's implication at least. He wondered if all girls were as big as Daphne, or if she was a special case.
He didn't have to wait long to find out, because as he left his final class, he felt another note appear in his pocket. It simply read, 'R.O.R. 3 hours.'
Harry felt his breath quicken in anticipation. He ate his dinner that night with a look of pure bliss on his face, hardly paying attention to the world around him. People around him gave him odd stares, but Harry couldn't have cared less. As soon as dinner was over, Harry made his way up to the room and threw open the waiting door.
Daphne looked up as he practically skipped in. "Anxious are we? You really are a little butt slut. It's only been a day and you're desperate for more."
Harry looked down, blushing slightly at how obviously he wanted her. "Sorry... I just got a little excited."
Daphne began to walk towards him, "Don't apologize. A good little butt slut like you should be excited for more."
Harry nodded shyly and kept his eyes on the floor. Daphne stopped in front of him and reached for his chin, bringing his eyes up to hers.
"I've got an excelled surprise for you today. I think you're going to love it."
She turned his chin slightly to the side, directing his gaze away from herself. Harry took in the room for the first time, and noticed a cozy bedroom with a bed that was much larger than before, and a bathroom to the side. As he looked towards the bathroom, a figure slowly stepped out from beside the door.
Daphne moved to his side as Harry took in the alluring figure of Tracey Davis. She had sleek brown hair that was cut a bit shorter than Daphne's, and soft hazel eyes that looked him up and down as he did the same to her. She was wearing only a pair of lacy red panties and a matching bra, revealing her bombshell body. Her breasts were bigger than Daphne's and she had wider hips. She took a step forward and Harry could see her tits and ass jiggle slightly. Everywhere Daphne was firm and tight, Tracey was soft and curvy. She definitely had a body most men would kill to have a chance with. She took another step out of the bathroom and Harry saw the large bulge in her red thong that seemed to be growing by the second. She seemed to complete her assessment of his body and looked over to Daphne instead.
"It looks like quidditch has made him quite the athlete. I bet he's real tight."
Daphne snickered slightly, "He was until he left here yesterday. I bet he's still gaping right now."
Harry blushed at the words but couldn't deny them. His ass had been stretched so wide yesterday that it was just the tiniest bit agape even a day later. He didn't feel any looser, but he definitely hadn't finished recovering. Tracey made her way over to where Harry and Daphne stood, doing a slow circle around the two. She made her way back to the front and ran her hand down Harry's firm chest.
"I think we've seen plenty. Let's get to work on this dirty boy."
Daphne grinned as the phrasing gave her an idea. "He certainly is a dirty boy. Do you think it would be a good idea to get him nice and clean first?"
Tracey instantly grasped where Daphne's mind was headed. "That seems like an excellent idea. Follow me Harry."
Tracey grabbed his hand and began pulling him towards the bathroom. Daphne gave him a quick slap on the ass before following behind.
Once in the bathroom, Tracey turned the shower on and started to peel off her underwear. Harry couldn't resist staring as her gorgeous tits came into view. They dropped down just the slightest bit as they lost the support of the bra, their weight obvious as they bounced with every move she made. Next, she turned to face away from Harry, bending over as she pulled her thong all the way to the floor. Harry felt his cock twitch slightly as he got a perfect view of her ass. It was perfectly round and large, without looking fat at all. She stood up and quickly turned to face him. Harry let out a soft gasp as her cock finally came into view. It was shorter than Daphne's, probably about eleven inches, but it was incredibly thick. It probably added a whole inch on to Daphne's already unimaginable girth. Harry couldn't believe that would fit inside him, but after what Daphne did to him yesterday, he was willing to give it a shot.
"Like the view?" Tracey asked innocently.
Harry could only nod in response.
Daphne moved to stand in front of him, having already disrobed while he was watching Tracey.
"He's too quiet I think we broke him," she joked.
"I think I know a way to get him to make some noise," Tracey said with a wink.
Slowly, both girls began peeling off his robes and clothing, exposing more and more of his body to their hungry eyes. Harry couldn't believe his luck. Two of the sexiest girls he had ever seen were in front of him completely naked and taking his clothes off like it was an everyday activity, and he wasn't even dreaming. What was even crazier, was that he didn't want the chance to fuck either of them. He'd much rather have it the other way around.
The two girls finished stripping him down and gently led him into the shower. Inside, Harry was impressed by how spacious and modern it looked. The tile floor felt incredibly comfortable, probably the result of a cushioning charm. A large bench was built in against on side of the shower, and instead of having one small shower head like a normal shower, a large panel across the ceiling sprayed water across the whole area, eliminating the awkwardness of someone having to stand out of the water.
If it was possible for Daphne and Tracey to look any sexier, the water running down their smooth skin had somehow done it. Harry watched as the two girls slowly began rubbing soap on themselves and each other, before moving towards him. Soon he was having soapy water massaged into every inch of his skin. Daphne slowly washed his back, while Tracey focused on the front. She washed every inch of him, with the exception of his cock and his balls. She kept a wide circle, ensuring he didn't get any sort of pleasure from the experience.
Daphne on the other hand, was very generous with pleasuring his tight ass. She massaged the cheeks gently before sliding two soapy fingers into his hole. His ass clutched tightly as she worked in and out slowly, making him nice and slippery with the soap. After another minute of being washed by Slytherin's finest women, Harry felt them draw away. Tracey stood in front of him and he felt Daphne place her hands on his shoulders from behind.
"Tracey, I think it's time that this little slut did some of the cleaning don't you think?"
"I completely agree Daph! I've got one filthy area that will need a lot of attention."
Harry didn't have to be a genius to figure out what they were asking for as Daphne pushed down on his shoulders, forcing him onto his knees in front of Tracey's huge log. Tracey grabbed his head with one hand and her cock in the other, but to Harry's surprise, she held her shaft up and directed him below to her massive balls. He hadn't paid them much attention before, but they swung heavily below her rod, hairless and slick from the water running down them.
Harry hesitantly took one between his lips, expecting the salty taste of sweat to fill his mouth. Instead he was met with a musky taste that was almost intoxicating. He ran his tongue around the one ball he held firmly in his mouth, trying to get an even better taste. Tracey moaned as his tongue went to work, watching as he slowly released her with an audible pop, and switched to the other ball. He continued this for a minute, before Daphne moved in next to her friend, and Tracey directed him to the other heavy set of balls waiting for his attention. Harry fell in love with the taste as he slobbered over both girl's sacks, making a mess as he went.
"He's a natural at this Daph. I can't believe we didn't put him to work sooner."
"He wasn't nearly so anxious yesterday. I had to turn him into my own little slut. I'm glad I can share him now with you."
Tracey grinned and pulled Harry back to her by his hair, but before he could get started again, she let her cock drop with a satisfying smack onto his face. With her hand free once again, she took both of her balls and pressed them against Harry's lips. His eyes went wide as he realized what she wanted, but Daphne interrupted before he could protest.
"You're going to need your mouth stretched anyway slut. Might as well get started now."
Harry nodded almost imperceptibly and opened his mouth as wide as he could, allowing Tracey to push one ball in easily. She pressed the next one against the corner of his mouth having to stretch his cheek to make any progress. She slowly forced his mouth wider and wider, before suddenly it slipped in. Harry's mouth was completely full, Tracey's massive stones making his cheeks bulge like a chipmunk. It was all he could do to run his tongue along the bottom of her sack, eliciting a loud moan from the beautiful girl. He then began to suck hard on her entire sack, making Tracey feel weak in the knees. She moaned louder and Harry felt precum dripping onto his forehead and down his face.
Seeing the boy who lived sucking hard on her balls while her fat python rested on his face made Tracey want to cum on the spot, but instead, she pulled back and allowed Daphne to take him by the head. Before forced his mouth open again, Daphne took a second to slap her cock firmly against Harry's face. The smack it made brought a smile to her face. Harry truly was her little slut.
Not wasting any more time, she forced her equally massive balls into Harry's mouth. Harry continued to lick and suck on her balls, dribbling saliva down his face. Daphne continued to smack his face with her huge log, loving the way her mushroom head left little red marks wherever she hit him hard enough. Feeling more turned on than ever, she pulled her balls out of Harry's mouth, making a slobbery suction noise as she did. She instantly took her cock in her hand and began to force feed him her massive rod.
Harry was slightly more prepared after his previous experience, but it didn't stop him from gagging and sputtering as her fat head forced its way into his throat. His own saliva added to the already wet shaft, making it easier for Daphne to force most of her impressive length into his throat. Soon, her precum joined the mix and Harry allowed himself to be used like a toy, with Daphne firmly fucking his open throat.
After a minute, she took his head in both hands and took a step closer to him. Knowing what was coming, Harry tried to take a deep breath. It proved futile, as Daphne became harsh in her face fucking, and Harry couldn't resist choking and gagging on the massive meat log that had made his throat its home. Daphne's balls began smacking loudly against his chin as she bottomed out. She paused for a moment before pulling out to the entrance of his throat, before using long hard strokes to fuck his throat even harder.
It didn't take long before she buried herself one last time, and Harry felt her cum shoot straight into his stomach. The thick cream made him feel as if he'd just finished a Hogwart's feast. He was completely full. Daphne gave one last content sigh, before slowly pulling out of his throat.
Harry began to take a deep breath, but before he could even inhale, an even fatter cock was pressing against his lips. He looked up and saw Tracey standing in front of him, one hand guiding her member, the other taking its now familiar place on the back of his head. Harry didn't want to say anything, but he was positive his mouth wouldn't open wide enough to accommodate the meat log that was pressed against his lips. He could barely take Daphne's monster, and she wasn't nearly as girth as her best friend.
Tracey seemed to have other ideas though, as she gently applied pressure to his lips, covering them in her sticky precum. Harry opened his mouth as wide as he could, as Tracey pulled his head towards her. The very tip of her cock couldn't even make it into his mouth, with almost the entire head being too large to fit. That's what Harry thought at least, when suddenly, two hands pushed him forward suddenly, and he felt his jaw stretch to the breaking point.
Daphne had moved behind him and was now forcing him to take the incredibly fat cock into his mouth. Harry's eyes widened in panic as he felt Tracey push forward against him, jamming his tongue down as she practically reshaped his whole mouth to fit her monster. Harry felt his lips close ever so slightly as the pink head made its way entirely into his mouth. He tried to relax and breathe normally, but his mouth being forced open didn't make it easy. He could feel his jaw begging to be allowed to close. He tapped Tracey's thigh, hoping she would understand that he needed to breathe freely for a moment. Apparently she didn't recognize the gesture though, and took his tapping as a sign to continue.
Tracey grinned up at Daphne. "He really is a little slut isn't he?" she asked happily.
"Of course he is. I showed him how much fun it was to submit and he just can't get enough."
Harry wanted to argue that having his jaw disconnected from his skull wasn't his idea of fun, but he couldn't make so much as a grunt with Tracey's massive baby maker holding his mouth open like it was.
He felt Daphne take her hands off his head and Tracey switched to two hands. She began to thrust firmly against his face, slowly moving towards his waiting throat. Harry thought her attempts would be in vain, but ever so slowly he felt her head press against the entrance to his throat. Tracey moaned softly at the feeling of his tight, wet mouth suffocating her cock. She lingered for a moment, enjoying the pressure, before giving her hardest thrust yet, and expanding his throat to fit around her giant shaft. Harry felt himself lose the ability to breathe and Tracey began to abuse her newfound access to her throat. She began to thrust deeper and deeper, working Harry towards the tuft of brown pubic hair above her shaft.
As she pulled out to the entrance of his throat with every thrust, Harry managed to scrape the tiniest of breaths. He couldn't believe his throat had stretched so wide to accommodate the log of meat that was currently on a path to his stomach. The deeper Tracey went, the harder Harry found it to keep up with her violent face fucking. His vision started to slowly dim as he struggled to get the oxygen he needed. The moments of air weren't enough to make up for the total suffocation that Tracey's shaft provided.
As he felt himself beginning to close his eyes however, something suddenly shocked him back to consciousness. He had completely forgotten about Daphne, but she hadn't forgotten about him for a moment. She had moved around behind Harry, eyeing his still slick and soapy ass. Before Harry could process the situation, he felt his ass once again spread to accept the fat meat stick being pushed inside. His hole gave way much more willingly this time, still clutching just as tightly onto Daphne, but not fighting to keep her out like it had yesterday.
As Daphne slowly worked her way deeper into him, Tracey began to make her thrusts deeper and slower. Harry felt himself getting a longer chance to breathe, but every thrust was like having his throat reopened for the first time. Suddenly, he felt the sensation of his prostate being crushed, and let out a garbled moan around the large head of Tracey's cock. Daphne took that as her cue to shove the rest of her giant length up his ass. Harry moaned even louder as the large shaft smashed his prostate down to a pulp. Daphne then pulled out and began thrusting opposite of Tracey. As Tracey pulled out, Daphne pushed in, meaning Harry always had one humongous girl cock balls deep inside of him at a time. Harry let out another string of moans and both girls smiled.
Daphne slapped his ass as she thrust into it before saying, "I can't believe what a good little slut we have. He's taking it in both holes at once and loving it."
"I'm going to milk this little slut for all he's worth," Tracey exclaimed as she thrust harder into his suffocating throat.
Harry felt the pleasure beginning to overwhelm him as his prostate was continually pummeled by Daphne's massive shaft. It didn't help that they kept referring to him as their little slut either, and as much as he hated to admit it, Tracey stretching his throat to new limits turned him on as well.
Suddenly, Daphne changed pace, so her thrusts perfectly matched Tracey's. Harry now was having both cocks buried in him at the same time. He felt like a piece of meat being passed between the goddesses in front of and behind him. They spit-roasted him with no regards for his feelings or comfort, which made the experience that much hotter. As both girls thrust into him again, Harry wash pushed over the edge cumming hard onto the floor beneath him. He moaned louder than ever as he shot his load forcefully out, enjoying how the continued fucking prolonged his orgasm. After a minute though, his cocked finally stopped twitching. Daphne looked below him and laughed.
"That's embarrassing isn't it? Our little slut's loads can't compare at all to ours."
"He needs a real woman to show him what a real load looks like."
"Why don't we show him Tracey?"
Harry felt pathetic compared to the girls that were currently milking him for all he was worth. All the cum he sprayed onto the shower floor didn't add up to even just the precum of one of the girls. Daphne's balls continued to slap hard against his noticeably smaller ones as she reached her breaking point. Tracey reached her orgasm at the same time as Daphne, both of them pushing all the way into Harry unloading huge amounts of girl cum into his stomach and ass.
Harry loved the feeling of the hot cream filling him up. He had already felt full, but now he was ready to burst. It may have been his imagination, but he thought maybe his stomach was stretching from all the baby batter inside of him. Both girls continued to spray their seed into him, before finally pulling out, watching as their cum dropped down from his mouth and gaping asshole. Harry was completely exhausted, and felt his head sink to the floor. He rested with his head down and ass up, content to let the cum slowly dribble out of him onto the shower floor.
He was finding it hard to think since he had been unable to breathe while Tracey had her cock all the way down his throat while she unleashed her load into him. As he sat catching his breath, Harry was completely oblivious to his surroundings, which meant he didn't notice that Tracey's cock hadn't wavered at all. He didn't even hear her turn to Daphne with a question.
"Daphne? Would you mind if I took a turn at your little butt slut? I'm not quite finished I don't think."
"Be my guest," Daphne gestured with her arm to Harry's gaping hole. "I'm going to go again once you finish though."
Tracey grinned and kneeled behind Harry's upturned ass. She slowly let a drop of spit fall onto his ass, watching as it dropped straight into his open asshole, mixing with the cum that was still leaking out.
"You really did a number on him Daph. I don't think he'll ever close up properly after tonight."
"That's alright. He won't need to close up with how often I plan on using him."
Harry didn't understand the conversation going on behind him, still too brain dead from the fucking he had just received, but he did understand what was happening as Tracey took his ass in her hands and pulled it firmly backwards. Harry opened his mouth to protest, but suddenly was forced to cry out as Tracey's pinkish head slipped into his slick hole. Using Daphne's cream as lubricant, Tracey began to pull Harry's hips back towards hers, forcing her fat meat log deeper into Harry. For his part, Harry couldn't believe the way his ass was opening up for the fat cock inside of him. He had never felt such an extreme stretching, and he felt lucky that Daphne had loosened him up first.
Tracey began to thrust in and out, getting deeper with every thrust. The pain was becoming unbearable, and Harry was almost yelling at the agony, when suddenly his prostate was absolutely flattened inside of him. He came instantly, letting out more cum onto the ground. Tracey grinned as Harry became an incoherent, moaning mess underneath her. As she continued to thrust in and out Harry's face slid back and forth across the floor. His orgasm seemed to go on and on as Tracey bottomed out inside him, letting her massive balls swing against his. She began to thrust harder than ever, keeping Harry in a state of perpetual bliss.
She couldn't reach the depths that Daphne did in his ass, but Harry's prostate was crushed in a way it never had been before. Before long, Tracey was cumming once again, this time into Harry's waiting ass. He just moaned as he was filled again, practically in a coma from the amount of pleasure he had received.
The next hours were a blur to Harry. He could just barely remember moving to the bed in the room and being passed back and forth between the Slytherin bombshells. They took turns sawing in and out of his ass all night, leaving Harry a drooling mess when they were finally done. Between the two girls monster cocks, Harry had no relief all night, and had been in an almost constant state of orgasm for hours.
When the girls were finally satisfied, the boy who lived was a cum covered mess lying face down in his own cum, lost to the world. Daphne and Tracey slowly turned to face each other as they looked at the helpless boy between him.
"Do you think we were too rough on him?" Tracey asked.
"Are you kidding? He's never cum so much in his life. He'll be begging to be fucked like this every night for the rest of his life."
"I'm not sure I can do this every night. I've never cum so many times in a row before."
"Well we might just have to find some more help. Anything to keep this little slut satisfied." Both girls grinned again as they laid down next to their unconscious fuck toy. This was going to be an interesting year.
Sorry it took a bit to get this chapter out. I do plan on adding more chapters so check out my poll or message me with people yo want to see. I'll try to pick the most popular girls for my next chapters.