Author's note: Welcome to the final chapter. As always, this is a work of fiction and is a two-part story. All characters are over eighteen years of age. Now onto the story, hope you enjoy it.
Previously:
Harry's hands kneaded her flesh, one hand on each side of her buttock, rotating, drawing together, and the whole time exposing more of what lay below her anus. His hands now swept down onto the back of her thigh, the left hand working around the outer side of the thigh, the right following the crease between the buttock and thigh to the inside of the thigh. Daphne gave a little flinch and a stifled gasp escaped her mouth as obviously, the contact had become more intimate. Teasingly, after this one intimate contact, he moved back to the middle of the muscle and repeated the process. Anticipating further contact, Daphne let the pressure of the massage part her legs ever so slightly. Then it came again, only this time slightly slower, and more lingering.
Taking the right knee, Harry drew it up so that both the hip and knee were flexed. Daphne's pose was now like one of those glamour shots that Tracey had seen in various magazines, without being overtly pornographic, with the model strewn across the bed as if asleep. From one angle, there was a full view of Daphne's hairless cunt. Quite "properly", but completely unexpectedly, Harry moved the towel back into the midline and raised it to now recover her anus. Whether this was all part of the tease, to keep her guessing as to whether previous intimate contact was intended or not, or whether he was backing off to be sure that he wasn't overstepping the mark, Tracey wasn't sure, but again it was clear that this guy knew the art of sensual massage.
With the leg at an angle of about 45 degrees, Harry leaned over to reach the bottom of her hamstring. With his tight shorts on, it was clear that Harry was also enjoying the session. A reasonably sized erection was stretching almost to the top of his shorts, and from her side-on view in the mirror, Daphne could hardly mistake what she was seeing. As Harry leaned forward, he let his erection graze the small of her back, causing Daphne to close her eyes and savour the sensation. Meanwhile, Harry's hands were continuing their progress along her hamstring. He paid particular attention to the insertion of the muscle into the pelvic bone. The next to receive attention was the quads muscle in the front of the thigh, again paying attention to the insertion point. His left hand remained gently caressing the hollow on the inside of the quads formed by her leg being at ninety degrees, while the right moved back down the leg, around the inside, and began massaging the other muscle group on the inner thigh. As Harry's right hand approached the insertion of this muscle group, which was immediately adjacent to her pussy lips, his outer hand was forced against the mound of her cunt, covered only by the thin layer of towel. With each movement of his hand, Daphne let out a soft, barely audible moan, her left fist clenching and relaxing with each brush against her. Before she could go over the edge into an orgasm, Harry ran his hands along the length of the muscle one or two times then started again at the lower end, slowly progressing up. Obviously, in anticipation of where this would end, Daphne shifted slightly and at the same time clenched the edge of her towel in her left hand, so that when she settled it had shifted and now exposed most of her cunt and all of her ass. She may have thought it a subtle move but it was unlikely that Harry was going to interpret it as anything but an invitation for more intimacy.
If there was any lingering doubt that Daphne was finding this highly erotic, then one glance at her sopping cunt would settle the matter immediately. Even in the limited light, it was clearly a gooey mess. This was no misplaced massage oil. There is no mistaking the consistency of fresh fanny juice. It had streamed out between her lips and had formed a small mound where her lips met the bedsheet. If she stood up, she'd have a string of mucus reaching to the floor. Just how far was this going to go? Tracey began to wonder that maybe she had let Daphne have too much alcohol in Hogsmeade. Was she going to regret her actions? Even though Tracey had her fingers buried inside her panties, with her own thin stream of wetness soaking her fingers, she was wondering how Daphne would feel if things went much further. She resolved however that this was probably a once in a lifetime event and she'd see it all the way through, whatever the result. As she'd arranged things, she could hardly blame Daphne if she was seduced further than she thought she would be.
Harry's hands were slowly moving up Daphne's thigh, the left and right hands rhythmically rotating around the outer and inner aspects respectively. Daphne's breathing became more rapid and shallow the closer he got to her cunt lips. He was close enough now that Tracey's view of her dripping snatch was at times obscured. All of a sudden, Daphne let out a groan as she could see her right outer lip pushed up and back by the pressure of Harry's palm. Daphne made no move to either stop his advances or close her legs. Harry's large hands were now rotating and massaging the ball of her hip joint. The tips of his left fingers intermittently appeared between her legs nudging against the clitoral end of her pussy. As they disappeared back under her leg, the right hand would sweep down the crack between her leg and cunt, the edge of his palm brushing back and forth along the edge of her mound.
Her breathing continued to quicken, was then drawn in and held briefly before being released in a long slow moan that she tried unsuccessfully to suppress, as her body tensed and relaxed, her pelvis arching to meet the downward sweep of Harry's palm. This allowed even greater access under her leg and around to her cunt lips for his left hand. There was now a constant to and fro motion against the side of her cunt and what little light there was flickered off the wetness that was being massaged out from between her lips. Still, there appeared to be no direct contact with her clitoris or entry into her vagina.
Finally, Daphne couldn't hold back any longer. Her breathing was erratic and uncontrolled. Her eyes closed as her whole body tensed. Daphne, having done her best to suppress it for the last 5 to 10 minutes, was having her first orgasm as a result of a man's touch. Harry meanwhile continued his work. As her orgasm faded he changed to long gentle strokes up and down her thigh, lightly brushing her vulva as he passed.
"I'm sorry Harry," said Daphne, "I didn't expect that to happen."
"That's fine Daphne, just relax."
"God, I'm so embarrassed."
"Don't be silly, it's all very natural. I'm sorry if I've caused you embarrassment. I didn't sense what was happening otherwise I would have stopped or at least checked to see if you wanted me to continue. It's a compliment that you could become so relaxed as to respond in such a way to such minimal stimulation. You're obviously a very sensual woman."
"No, it's not your fault. The massage was so good I was in an almost dream-like state. I feel so silly, I don't suppose that sort of thing happens very often."
"Actually, it's more common than you may think. Some people fight it, which I suppose is unfortunate for them. Not many will respond to such minimally intimate contact as you, though. That's a compliment to you of course."
"Some of the girls prefer a more sensual style massage which I'm happy to provide as long as we're both clear on boundaries. Different people have different expectations from their massage, but as long as they leave totally relaxed and satisfied, I feel my help was successful."
"Okay Daphne, if you're ready to continue, we have more work to do on your left leg. Remember though, if you feel uncomfortable, or embarrassed, please let me know, or perhaps just ask me to move on, if that's easier."
The left leg proceeded pretty much as for the right. Daphne seemed more relaxed and when Harry flexed her hip to the side leaving the now somewhat forgotten towel covering little more than her lower right buttock, she made no move to cover the full and complete view that was available of her engorged pussy. Her recent orgasm certainly hadn't stemmed from the flow of pussy juice. This time, as he approached her cunt lips, his actions appeared slower and more deliberate. Whether this was to tease her even more or to test the waters of acceptance, Tracey wasn't sure. The result was that Daphne was more vocal than before. The gentle moans escaping her signalled her state of arousal.
"Are you quite comfortable?" asked Harry.
"Ah, ha," was all she could muster.
On this signal, Harry changed his approach. He carefully eased the towel completely off Daphne. Checking her response, and seeing no move to resist, he began lightly running his fingers over the skin of both legs. As he stretched down to her ankles, his cock would again press against the small of her back, but now with greater pressure and purpose. Weaving his fingertips up her legs he deliberately avoided touching her pussy lips, which made Daphne wiggle her bum in the hope of initiating contact. The next time Harry stretched down to her ankles, he slid his groin up Daphne's back, bringing his face inches from her anus and cunt, and visibly inhaled deeply. Daphne always has the sweetest smelling vagina especially when it was flowing. Harry would be getting nothing but that sweet musk aroma today. As he sat up and his head moved away, he breathed out through pursed lips, along the length of her pussy and straight across her anus, which twitched and quivered as his breath passed. Without giving her the chance to contemplate this new development, his fingers traced their way back up, between her legs, the right involuntarily spreading to mirror the position of the left.
The view between her legs was now uninterrupted. Here was Daphne lying on her stomach, legs spread, with a near-naked muscle-bound man rubbing his clearly erect cock into her back, as his fingers played lightly over her buttocks and down between her legs, occasionally drifting over her swollen labia.
Taking the bottle of oil Harry dribbled more across her cheeks, allowing a pool to form just at the top of her crack. As it overflowed and a trickle ran down over her anus Harry quickly placed his finger on the patch of skin between her vagina and anus as though to stop the "accidental" flow. Daphne flinched and then groaned as his finger moved upwards over her anus, scooping up the excess oil but causing her sphincter to constrict involuntarily. He then took a buttock firmly in each hand, his hands moving in sweeps from the centre out, stretching her anus, then back inwards down onto her upper inner thighs, his hands following the crease between her buttock and thigh. This resulted in her pussy lips being forced together, opening like a flower, as his hands came together deep between her legs. The groan from Daphne was ominous. She wasn't going to be able to hold back another orgasm for long. Would she ask him to "move on", would she be satisfied with one orgasm, or would she really let him bring her to orgasm in the full knowledge that they both knew what was going on.
Harry's strokes were now getting shorter, running much more vertically down the midline, still stretching her anus and now also causing the part of her pussy closest to her anus to gape, exposing both the opening to her vagina and the large quantity of juice pooled within. As his fingers moved further down the length of her slit, her inner lips and clitoris would momentarily pop into view. His groin was now nestled against the back of her neck, his face and mouth inches above her anus and vulva. With each deep breath in Tracey could see him savouring the mixed aromas arising from both her puckering and relaxing arse hole, and her streaming cunt. Once inhaled, he would blow on her anus and onto her fanny in time with their stretching. How he resisted plunging his tongue in, Tracey didn't know, she was almost tonguing the screen herself.
Each stroke was now causing a guttural groan from Daphne. It was obvious what was about to happen and clearly, she was more comfortable than earlier. Her inhibitions relaxed, either by the alcohol or by Harry's earlier reassurances, Daphne was going to fully give herself to the next orgasm.
Harry's strokes were even shorter now, just forming small arcs around her labia, her inner lips and clitoris protruding the whole time, but being constantly jostled by his movements. Copious amounts of cunt juice continued to flow out of her hole and over her clitoris. Short rasping breaths came from Daphne as she tensed and let the spasms of her orgasm flow over her.
"Oh god, fuckkk…Yesss," moaned Daphne, as she appeared to move her crotch back and forth trying to gain extra contact with Harry's hands. Harry either had other plans or wasn't sure if she wanted more direct genital contact, Tracey suspected the former, as all he gave her was his thumbs resting lightly on her anus. As her spasms and groans slowed so did his hands, having the effect of milking every last ounce of pleasure from her exhausted body. She'd never in all their time together seen her orgasm for so long.
"Shit, I shouldn't be doing this, but it feels unbelievably good."
"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it. You seemed much more relaxed. It's good to be able to feel comfortable in such a setting in order to be able to experience the pleasures of massage fully."
"Funnily enough, when Tracey first told me about you, I refused to believe her. I'm glad to be proven so wrong."
"Well, glad I didn't disappoint, although I didn't expect to see you like this, like ever," they both laughed.
Whilst chatting away Harry was delicately running his fingers over Daphne's thighs, buttocks and occasionally very lightly running over her swollen engorged labia and her anus, eliciting small flinches from the pleasurable sensation. Daphne made no move to close her legs.
"Would you like to try a body slide, or have you had enough for today?"
"Well, I'm open to giving it a try even if I'm not exactly sure what it is."
"Ok then but again, the same rules apply if you're uncomfortable." Harry stood and moved to the foot end of the bed. Daphne watched him as he moved. "Watched" perhaps isn't the right word; her eyes roamed his body obviously admiring his physique.
Harry placed his hands around Daphne's ankles and after a last glance straight up to her sopping cunt drew the ankles together, closing the view. He then stood, hooked his thumbs into the sides of his shorts, and pushed them down.
"Wha…!" began Daphne, as the shorts were removed revealing black briefs. "Oh, Sorry," said Daphne, "I thought you weren't going to have anything on under that!"
"My apologies for startling you Daphne, the shorts make the slide quite uncomfortable on sensitive skin."
"Oh, fine," replied Daphne. Yeah, sure, Tracey thought.
Harry then began covering his upper body and legs in oil, and aware that Daphne was watching his reflection in the mirror, putting on a show of doing so, emphasising his admittedly sensational physique. His muscle definition was superb without his being over-muscled. He ran the oil across his six-pack of abdominal's down to the low cut top of his briefs. His briefs were a V-cut, barely containing what was obviously a rigid cock, held up by a thin elastic strip at his waist. Man, he's hot, Tracey thought. Leaning forward to oil up his legs, he allowed his forearm to knock the side of his groin so that the movement within the briefs made it obvious that whatever was in there was as stiff as an iron bar.
Crawling onto the bed he placed his knees on either side of Daphne's legs and lowered his well-oiled torso down onto Daphne's. His groin nestled in the groove between Daphne's thighs, a few inches below her crotch. He lay there for a while letting her get used to the pressure. Holding her shoulders he then slid his body forward, his barely covered cock and balls gliding up and over her buttocks and onto her back. His chest was now up and over her head, and the view that both Daphne and Tracey could see was of a large oiled body almost engulfing Daphne's petite frame. He slid back down, his cock again slipping into the crack of her buttocks and further on down her thighs until his chest was resting on the curve of her bum. He continued this a number of times then came to rest with his cock wedged in between her butt cheeks. Harry had kept his legs on either side of Daphne's so that hers remained tightly close, giving Tracey no view between, just a view of Harry's bare (but for the briefs) ass rippling away as he ground himself against her best friend's body.
In this position, Daphne must have been able to feel his cock directly against her pussy but made no move to change position.
"Not too heavy?" inquired Harry.
"No, not at all. That skin to skin contact feels wonderful"
"Hey, it's too quiet, I didn't notice the music had finished. I'll just change it."
Harry jumped up and moved to change the music. As he did so his erection was even more obvious. The oil had soaked into the flimsy material and now clung to, and clearly outlined his genitals. On top of that, as he stood, a trail of mucus ran down the shaft, onto his scrotum and out into the air, until it was about six inches long at which point it fell to the floor. One thing for certain was that this was not oil, and there was no doubt where his cock had been hiding!
The music back on, Harry resumed his previous position. Daphne's legs had parted slightly while Harry was up so that when he lay back down his cock and balls pushed harder against her own genitals.
"Now where were we…..?" whispered Harry. "Okay now, just put your arms out sideways. That's right." Daphne now had her arms at right angles to her body and her elbows flexed also. Harry places his oiled hands at the sides of her chest then slipped them round to cup her breasts. In doing so his pelvis rocked gently from side to side.
"Ooh, that feels a bit naughty!" giggled Daphne.
"Mmmm, naughty but nice perhaps?" replied Harry as he began to rotate his hips so that his cloth-covered cock was massaging back and forth across her cunt. Another moan escaped from Daphne. Harry alternated his movements; sometimes rotating other times pumping back and forth as though he was fucking her. Daphne was right into it now, meeting his thrusts as best as she could while trapped under his frame. That she was building to another orgasm was clear, but rather than let her reach it, Harry teasingly slowed his motions, repeatedly lifting his pelvis off her buttocks and easing them back down. Daphne continued to groan and lift her pelvis to maintain contact with his cock. Even with the soft background music, Tracey imagined she could hear the squelch of her best friend's sopping cunt as Harry's genitals sunk in and out of the wetness.
"Ready to turn over?"
"Oh shit. I don't think I've got the energy."
"Come on." Said Harry, getting off her and helping her turn over. No cover was offered and none was asked for, as Daphne lay on her back totally naked with an all but naked, oil-covered, man perched above her admiring her totally surrendered body. Harry straddled her groin again and immediately started massaging both her breasts.
"That feels so good."
"It's meant to, Daphne."
Her nipples were both rapidly erect as Harry moved his hands around them massaging the tissue of her breasts. With fingers splayed he lightly drew them into the centre of her breasts, teasing the nipples more and more with each stroke. Daphne was openly gazing at his body, particularly at his abdominals and also the cock straining at the confines of its pouch. Appearing to take the heat out of the situation, Harry moved onto Daphne's right shoulder then down the arm, resting it on his knee as he went. When he'd finished with the fingers on the right hand, he moved to the left shoulder but draped the right arm along his thigh so that the fingers rested no more than an inch from his covered cock. Every time Harry leaned forward, Daphne's fingers would press against his cock, and each time he leaned back her hand was just that bit closer until before long they were resting against the side of his shaft. Now each time Harry leaned back and forth, Daphne's fingers, without her having to do anything, would rub up and down the side of his shaft. She closed her eyes as if that made her actions less obvious.
"So what do you plan to do when you're done with Hogwarts?"
"I don't know yet. I guess I'll try to join the Unspeakables or the DoIMC. I hope I do good, whatever it is that I do."
"I'm sure you would," replied Harry with a slight smile. The tone of his voice made Daphne open her eyes and look up at Harry, who hastily added, "I uh... I was interested in seeing who the top students were in our year."
"Ah, okay," said Daphne. "What else have you been interested in about me?" she added in a slightly cheeky tone.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" asked Harry, continuing the game.
"I don't think that will be necessary," she replied more confidently.
Daphne had now moved her hand so that her index finger was hooked in the waist strap of the briefs, away from the side of his cock. Harry finished with the left hand and placed it on his own left thigh, though this time not quite so close to his groin. Perhaps he felt Daphne was suspicious or perhaps the fact that she had moved her right hand away from his cock signalled the limit of her involvement. It seemed he was going to wait for signals from her before resuming any further intimacy.
"Would you like any more work on your upper body?"
"How about some of that light-fingered work. It gives me goosebumps all over."
"Sure thing."
Harry began delicately running his fingers up and down her arms, across her shoulders and gently across her breast. Sensing no problems he concentrated on her breasts.
Daphne's fingers had been busy though. She had moved them further to the hip and had hooked them around the small elastic that was all that held up Harry's briefs.
With one small bit of wandless magic, she cut the elastic, and with that the straps fell away closely followed by the briefs, revealing Harry's erect cock, hugging the skin of his abdomen.
"Oops, sorry," giggled Daphne. Harry moved one hand to pick up the front of his briefs, but Daphne was having none of that. "Hey, that's not fair! I'm lying here all exposed, shouldn't you be also?"
"That would only seem fair. Although none of the previous girls has asked for it. I'm completely comfortable so long as the girl is."
From her angle, Tracey could only see a side-on view of Harry's cock. It was easily 8 inches in length, and fully erect. The thing that would impress Daphne, or any girl for that matter, along with its size, was its thickness. The head in particular formed a bulbous mushroom swelling on the end of his shaft. The shaft glistened slightly from the oil that had soaked through the briefs. A stubble of pubic hair was visible but clearly, it had been shaved away.
Harry moved one hand behind his back, taking the briefs running up between his buttocks, and drew the fabric from under his scrotum out behind him, throwing it to the floor at the foot of the bed. Daphne would now be feeling his bare scrotum on her shaved pubic mound. Rather than bring his hand back to Daphne's breast, Harry lightly ran his fingers up and down her leg, while the other hand continued to play with her breast. He adjusted his position on Daphne, moving slightly forward. This allowed him more access to Daphne's mound, and sensing this, Daphne brazenly opened her legs. It also meant that Daphne's hands were now reaching Harry's waist and couldn't rest there comfortably without the need to hold on. Rather than let her arms slide down his thighs onto the bed she flexed her elbows and placed her hands on her belly.
Tracey's view of Daphne's hands was now partially blocked by Harry's thigh. Only her angle from above allowed her any vision at all. Daphne's hands were nestled between his thighs but Tracey couldn't tell if she was touching or perhaps even playing with his nuts. This was driving her crazy! Was my sweet, prim and proper friend feeling him up? Tracey didn't initially think she would, and now that there was the possibility that she was, or would, she was excited. It was strangely thrilling, and my own pussy was sopping wet with her arousal.
She flicked back to the other view to find Daphne's legs even further apart and Harry stroking her inner thighs, teasing a finger along her labia. He then extended his middle three fingers, spreading them slightly and dragged them along the length of her vulva. Daphne flinched at the first contact to her clitoris. The next few strokes Harry touched only her labia. Daphne groaned and tried to arch her pelvis into his fingers. Harry again stroked her clitoris on a downward stroke as Daphne sighed almost as though in relief. A few more gentle strokes up and down, then Harry let his finger linger on the hood of her clitoris, drawing little circles so that the skin moved over the head of her swollen clitoris, rhythmically exposing and covering it.
That's fine," Harry quietly said. Wondering what this was in response to, Tracey changed her view to reveal Daphne's hands around the base of Harry's penis. Her eyes were now closed and she was clearly revelling in the experience, totally consumed, and giving herself fully to her senses. Daphne was tentatively playing with the base of his cock, without stroking its shaft, much like a comfort toy while her mind was elsewhere.
Back at Daphne's cunt, Harry was again running his fingers up and down the length of her slit. He stopped briefly at the base of her clitoris and this time as his middle finger ran down the centre of her slit he applied a little more pressure. His finger slipped easily between the folds half submerging as her labia parted then enveloped over the sides of the digit. Daphne shuddered. At the end of the stroke, he lifted his hand back to the top, trailing a long thick trail of mucus. He again partially submerged his finger in her sea of cunt juice, but this time lingered, subtly flexing his finger, testing the tension in her hole. Tracey could see the lips of Daphne's vagina closing more and more around the finger as Harry threatened to penetrate her. She had no idea what was happening at the other end, she couldn't take her eyes off the vision in front of her. Then it happened. Amidst an almighty groan from Daphne, the end of Harry's finger disappeared up Daphne's hole as though cut off at the second joint. He kept still for a moment then started rubbing his palm against her clitoris. Within seconds another shuddering orgasm tore through Daphne. With steady control Harry kept her going for what seemed like a minute of full-on intensity.
As Daphne began to relax, and her orgasm came to an end, Harry eased his finger out of her. Slipped out would probably be a better description, there was that much slippery mucus pouring out of her.
"No, please don't," pleaded Daphne. "Merlin, I've never come so hard before."
Unhurriedly, Harry replaced his middle finger with his thumb, easing it in, and using the base of his thumb to slowly start to massage her clitoral area again. He was leaning back, placing his other hand on the bed behind him to steady himself and give his right hand better control on Daphne's cunt. This meant of course that there was no hand free to play with her breasts but Daphne was happy with this small sacrifice.
From her other view, Tracey could see Daphne still almost absent-mindedly playing with the base of Harry's cock. Every now and then as a spasm of pleasure passed through her, her grip would tighten and move up the shaft again. With Harry leaning back a clearer view of his cock and balls was available. His pubes and scrotum appeared almost totally shaved except for a small protrusion of tight black curls extending up from the base of his organ. His nuts appeared enormous, although Daphne's hands still obscured a good view. Daphne's delicate hand struggled to encircle the base of his cock, which was a good deal thick and long. The ridge of engorged flesh running on the underside of his cock stood out like the keel of a boat.
Daphne was flinching, in pleasure, not pain, in time with every thrust Harry made into her cunt. Each time she would squeeze her fist and move the skin over the base of his penis in a mini-masturbating movement.
"Hey, let me help you there," came Harry's voice, leaning forward and picking up the oil bottle. He placed his hand loosely around his shaft then squirted a generous amount of oil into his palm, before rubbing it over the shaft and head. He then took Daphne's right hand, palm upwards, and filled it with oil. Putting down the bottle he lifted his scrotum and deposited his cum filled testicles into her upturned hand.
"Is it okay to play with it?" asked Daphne somewhat nervously.
"Of course it is. This is your massage Daphne, any requests will almost certainly be granted. The only aim is to leave you totally satisfied, whatever that may entail. And of course, if it feels good for me, well that's an added bonus."
Daphne gasped and flinched again, as obviously her cunt was again entered by some part of Harry's hand. Tracey was too captivated by Daphne's hands to check whether it was his thumb, finger or anything else for that matter. Here was her prim and proper friend, greasing up a man's pole with one hand and exploring his scrotum with the other. She was clearly giving herself to the moment and loving it. The way she was feeling his testicles, and savouring the feel of the head of his cock, as though this was the first and last time she was ever going to have such an opportunity, filled her with an intense feeling of eroticism. As more pre-cum leaked from the end of his cock, Daphne collected it with the tip of her finger and used it to lubricate the head of his cock.
By this time Harry had begun thrusting his pelvis in time with Daphne's wrist movements. Perhaps because he was about to come, perhaps because he had other plans, Harry suddenly and smoothly re-took control of the situation. Sliding his ass backwards, his cock released itself from Daphne's firm grip. At the same time, he brought his legs together, outside Daphne's, closing hers tightly together. His head was now at the level of her throat, his cock and balls resting snugly between her thighs, only inches below her pubic mound. His elbows rested on the bed beside her abdomen, his hands were placed on the soft curves between her clavicles and the commencement of the mounds of her breasts.
"Time for some more body slide, don't you think."
In the space of a simple "Ah-ha," Daphne's tone shifted from disappointment at losing both her grip on that wonderful organ and the pleasure her cunt was experiencing, to the nervous excitement of what the next instalment of this sexual adventure may have for her.
Harry's hands moved to fully encompass, and massage, her breasts, while his pelvis began to slide up and down her thighs. Whether she was holding her legs together or he was not letting them open as part of his plan, was not possible to say, but the tension in the muscles was clear. In a sawing motion, Harry was rubbing the keel of his penis up and down between Daphne's labia. You didn't need to be a healer to know that this meant the brunt of the pleasure was being taken directly on her clitoris, nor a sex therapist to realise that Daphne had just about lost all self-control under the influence of total sexual pleasure. Daphne's hands had now moved to Harry's buttocks and were helping him grind his pelvis into hers.
It was clear now that Daphne was trying to let her legs part, desperate to increase the contact between genitals. Finally, Harry relented, letting her legs part slightly, and resting his between hers, but not losing a beat in the rhythm of his faux fucking. With each slide downwards, he would pause the head of his cock at the base of her clit, so that the engorged labia would spread around the head, and just before it looked as though they would close around and engulf it, he would thrust forward causing Daphne to grunt in anguish. Each backward stroke would see his cock slip further between her legs, but he maintained careful control so that it didn't slip into her longing tunnel uninvited.
Letting his cock fall between her legs, he wedged it between her buttocks, before dragging it up between her legs, spreading her labia with the head, until it flicked over her clitoris. At this point he again applied the pressure of the base of his cock to the apex of her slit, as he ran the length of his shaft forward, his balls eventually emerging either side of the base. The slickness of the head of his cock attested to Daphne's state of arousal, with clear cunt juice running down from the head of Harry's cock, where it had been scooped from between Daphne's thighs. There were no complaints from Daphne with this level of intimacy, as Harry repeated the manoeuvre again and again. As the tip of his cock dragged across the entrance to her vagina, Daphne's legs would close slightly as if to trap it in that position. Harry, however, was in full control, and Daphne was going to have to make her wishes very clear if she wanted to change Harry's approach.
After a few more thrusts, Harry came to rest on top of Daphne, again placing his legs outside hers, keeping them most of the way together. There he rested for what seemed a minute or two to allow them both to catch their breaths, and possibly to let Daphne clear her thoughts about what may happen next. It was impossible to see for certain but from the position he was in, the head of his cock would be nestled between Daphne's labia. This became clear as she began moaning and grasping his ass, as Harry rotated his pelvis in small circular motions, then thrusting back and forth, the head of his cock pressing against her sphincter, threatening to enter her fully. This was driving Daphne wild. The pressure of a warm cock head on the verge of penetration had Daphne almost begging for full penetration and the feeling of being internally filled by a solid cock.
Harry didn't push the issue. Every now and then he would let his cock slip up onto her bare belly, only to be met with a whimper of disappointment.
"Oh fuck, I shouldn't be doing this. Merlin, fuck, …aaah." Harry continued to gently probe back and forth at the entrance to her vagina. Daphne managed to manoeuvre her thighs outside his and was, with the help of her hands on his ass, trying to help his cock into her.
"Do you want me to cast the barrier on?" Here it was. Was Daphne going to let Harry fuck her? As much as she was aroused, she would surely insist on protection. She was obviously torn between desperately wanting a thorough fucking and her sense that this was against her normal values. Or so Tracey thought. Her response stunned as well as excited her.
"No, …just don't come in me."
"Are you sure, Daphne?"
"Yes, I just want you, Harry. Please, before I lose the moment."
With that, she wrapped her legs around his, as Harry slowly entered her, and in one clean thrust, broke through her virgin innocence and let the full length of his cock bury into Daphne. Immediately, Daphne cried out loudly and soon began to shudder, having her most powerful orgasm to date. Moaning and groaning, Daphne threw her head back, eyes closed and hands clenched on Harry's buttocks. Harry meanwhile was in complete control, very slowly easing his now glistening cock in and out of her sodden cunt, pausing at the entrance before plunging back in. Tracey could see Harry's scrotum bounce against Daphne's ass with every stroke.
Tracey meanwhile had gotten rid of her clothes and was sprawled naked on the recliner she was on in the adjacent room, moaning and rubbing furiously. Daphne was obviously in a state of ecstasy she had never known before. Tracey had wanted to loosen her up a bit but she had fully expected her to draw the line well before this. She didn't know whether to feel flabbergasted or continue drooling over the vision of her once shy, conservative friend, fucking a man she'd only properly met an hour or so ago. She chose the latter.
As Daphne's orgasm subsided, Harry let his cock slide out. It bounced up against his abdomen with a little "thwack", Daphne's cunt juice splattering.
"Are you cumming?" asked Daphne hurriedly, either concerned he may have cum inside her or more likely worried that her fuck session was over.
"No, I thought you might like to try something different." With that, he turned her over and raised her hips so that she was on her knees with her ass and cunt in the air. Taking his cock he rubbed the head around her lips, then sunk the full length deep into her, forcing the rest of her body to rock forward on the bed. Daphne turned her head to the side so that she could view Harry's cock in the mirror, disappearing in and out of her body, occasionally closing her eyes as the sensations became too intense.
Harry leaned forward on his elbows so that her could take Daphne's breasts in his hands, kneading them and teasing her nipples, which made her clitoris stiffen. Daphne reached a hand back to take Harry's balls in her grasp, raking her fingernails across his scrotum, and occasionally grasping his shaft. Daphne had completely given herself over to the rawness of the situation, and any inhibitions she had previously had were no longer to be seen.
Daphne was pushing back against Harry's thrusts while Harry was using his hands to steady her pelvis by grasping her narrow waist. The music had long since stopped, allowing Tracey to hear not only Daphne's moans, and Harry's soft encouraging words, but also the thrashing and pounding that her cunt was receiving.
Daphne turned her head back to bury it in her pillow, muffling only slightly her increasing guttural groans with each thrust of Harry's piston, signalling another approaching climax.
"Come on, baby. That's it, let it go," whispered Harry.
This pushed her over the edge. Daphne stiffened, held her ass high and steady, and screamed her pleasure into the pillow. As her orgasm subsided, she slumped forward onto the bed; causing Harry's cock to release itself from her slit. Tracey was glad to see that it was still rock hard, hopefully indicating that he hadn't come and was ready to go on.
"Had enough massage for one day?" he cheekily enquired.
"Shit. Actually, no. I've come this far, and there's one thing I'd like to try."
"Sure, for you I'm up to just about anything."
"This is the first time you've done this sort of thing, isn't it?"
"Well, yes. And I'm glad we gave ourselves to each other."
"Well, I hope Tracey is enjoying herself over there. Okay baby, lie down on your back. And please remember not to come in me. We really should use the barrier, but I just love the warmth of your big cock in me."
With that Daphne started to climb on top of Harry, and Tracey knew exactly what she was going to do. Daphne's had told Tracey her favourite position for sex was the cowgirl. Climbing astride, she positioned herself over Harry's cock, took the base of his shaft in her right hand, and milked his organ so that a large glob of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Daphne wiped this away then lowered herself until the head was just touching her pouting labia. Tracey's view of this action was stunning. Little more than a few feet in front of her was Daphne's sweaty torso inching up and down on Harry's cock head. Now she was doing the teasing, letting the mushroom head pop just inside the constriction of her vaginal sphincter then lifting up so that it popped out, with the tip still resting between her labia. Finally, Daphne relented and sank smoothly down the full length of his shaft. Tracey could see his cock disappearing inch-by-inch, deep into Daphne's pelvis. At the bottom she began rotating her pelvis, grinding harder and harder onto Harry's cock, before lifting herself up and all but free. As she did so Tracey could see Harry's cock reappear, this time glistening with Daphne's cum. Now both Daphne's and Harry's groans could be heard, as she quickened the pace. Watching her lithe body do squats up and down on the thick shaft between her legs, thighs spread, abdominals standing firm and drenched in sweat, gave her a strange sense of pride mixed with a huge amount of arousal.
As she rode up, the rim at the base of Harry's cock head would cause a small ripple of the anus, before the labia rolled back to reveal the burgeoning head. Before it could slip free, Daphne would plunge down again hungrily engulfing its length. The rhythm was fast and furious now, and it was clear that they were both close to orgasming. It appeared to be a race to see if Daphne could squeeze one more orgasm in before Harry blew his load.
They were both obviously enjoying themselves and by the increasing noises coming from Harry, it was clear that he couldn't hold on much longer. Daphne slowed and leaned down to face her partner, keeping Harry's cock buried inside her. The view was again exquisite, this time showing her beautiful firm tits in all their glory, her puckered hole stretched by the thick cock lodged deeply in the cunt in front of it. She leaned down and Harry captured her lips, and they kissed each other furiously.
Grabbing hold of her hips, Harry began thrusting back up, his cock pushing further and further into her tight hole. Throwing her head back in pleasure, Daphne starting moaning as she felt the tip of Harry's cock reach deep inside her. "Fuck Daphne, so fucking tight!" Harry moaned as he continued to thrust into her. Meanwhile, Daphne began bouncing on top of him, her tits jiggling with every movement. Using his grip on her firm ass, Harry pulled out until only the head of his cock was inside her, and then slammed Daphne back down whilst meeting her with a furious thrust.
Daphne screamed as she felt Harry's cock push past her cervix. She cried as Harry kept mercilessly thrusting upwards into her pussy. Unable to keep herself upright anymore, Daphne fell on top of Harry who wrapped his arms around her, fucking her furiously. Her big tits mashed against Harry's chest as Daphne pulled Harry into a searing kiss. He felt her starting to shake on top of him and realised she was about to cum.
As Daphne began her orgasm, she sensed Harry's impending eruption, and putting her hand between her legs, she grasped the base of his cock, riding off it just as the first stream of cum spewed forth spraying white streaks across her vulva. With pleasure out-weighing her concerns, she immediately sat down on the undersurface of the length of the shaft, sliding her vulva along the base, while continuing to milk Harry's cock of its sperm with her fist. Daphne's orgasm continued as she watched spurts of Harry's cum fly from between her thighs onto Harry's abdomen.
Eventually, the pace slowed, and Daphne fell to her side to lie on her back beside Harry. "Merlin, that had to stop soon or I was going to pass out. I hope you don't plan on going away, cause I'm not letting this cock get away from me!"
"Don't worry, I'd be more than happy to do you time and again."
"Mmm, I wonder how Tracey fared over there."
"Well, I guess as good as we did."
"I'm serious, Harry. I'm not letting you go. You can massage other girls, but this cock? This is mine now!"
"Is that so?" Harry raised his eyebrows challengingly.
"Don't you forget it," Daphne said firmly, cupping and squeezing his balls.
"So, exclusive rights to my cock, and what do I get?"
"Exclusive rights to this, as long as we both want," Daphne said, gesturing to her body and her pussy. Harry stared at her before nodding with a smirk.
"Fair enough, now, lie down and just relax, now is not the time to stress about such things. The time immediately after a massage is a critical part of the whole experience. And anyway, I have one last experience for you tonight. I'm just going to pop into the shower and I expect you to join me in 5."
Harry extracted himself from Daphne and went to the adjoining bathroom. The shower could be heard running in the bathroom while Daphne lay peacefully in the middle of the bed. A few minutes later she got up and went inside to hear the shower stopped, the bath started running, and Harry walked towards her, still stark naked, with a large sea sponge. Taking Daphne's hands, and judging by her startled response, waking her out of her daydream, he pulled her under the shower, turned it on, and began gently sponging her down.
"Sorry," said Daphne, "I was somewhere else."
"That's fine. That's what's meant to happen at this point. I've started the bath running and added some bath salts, so once I've sponged you down I suggest you soak for a while."
All the time Harry was sponging the oil from Daphne, the mixture causing small droplets to form over her oily skin. Her nipples hardened again either due to the stimulation, or perhaps just the evaporation of the water. Harry finished sponging her and after getting the oil off, gestured her to get into the bathtub.
"Come join me."
"Certainly. I've never done this before, but like lots of things, it will be another first with you. This is one of my favourite bits of the massage process. To see people go from being tense and uncertain to completely relaxed, and showing that unmistakable glow that follows a good orgasm. It's almost the most sensual part."
Harry took Daphne's hand in his, and after sinking down in the bath, pulled Daphne down in front of him, her ass nestled in between his legs and her back laying on his chest. They laid there, soaking in the warm water, tenderly kissing each other. After a while, the two drifted off to sleep.
When Tracey, after fixing herself up, walked in almost half an hour later, it was to see Harry leaning his head on the wall behind the bath, with his arms wrapped around Daphne, who was leaning sideways on him, nuzzling his neck. Shaking her head, Tracey woke the two up, told them to fix themselves up as the curfew was about to start, and walked out to the main room. Harry and Daphne quickly changed, glancing at each other every so often, and exchanging soft smiles. Before they left, Harry pulled Daphne to him and captured her lips in a passionate kiss that took Daphne's breath away.
"Go out with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" Harry asked.
Daphne looked surprised for a moment before giving him a dazzling smile and kissing him.
The two walked out, hand in hand, to see Tracey smirking at them.
"Not one word," Daphne threatened her, taking her arm and dragging the laughing brunette behind her.
Harry merely shook his head and smiled. The door to the Room of Requirement closed behind the two as Harry willed the room to change to a mirror of his room in his mansion before he slid inside the covers and drifted to sleep, sapphire eyes and honey blonde hair at the forefront of his mind.
THE END.
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