Chapter 28

January 12th 1997

Hogwarts, England

Harry began to undo his pants. Tracey looked at Harry, wide-eyed as his long, very thick cock sprang out, with a bead of precum already forming on the tip. Tracey looked at it with eyes that cycled between surprise, awe, and even a little fear. Her mouth hung open slightly, her breathing heavier.

Just a half hour ago as Harry and Daphne left the Great Hall for a simple walk around the castle they had been cornered by one of Daphne's friends Tracey Davis.

Having seen Harry around so many girls recently Tracey had gotten curious about Harry and how he was in bed.

So the three of them had gone to one of the nearby abandoned classrooms so they could have some fun.

Daphne slid up behind Tracey, gently wrapping her arms around her stomach, her hands trailing upward and gently squeezing Tracey's tits. Tracey moaned, softly.

Daphne trailed one of her hands down so it fell toward Tracey's thighs. Though Tracey held them together at first, another squeeze to her tit parted them slightly, enough that Daphne could press her fingers into Tracey's groin through her skirt. Tracey moaned again, a deeper, needier moan than her first as Daphne began to circle her fingers.

Harry picked up where Daphne left off, sliding closer to Tracey

Tracey first looked from Daphne, then to Harry, then leaned in and kissed Harry. He made out with her, trying to start her off slow. Her lips were soft and delectable, and after a few moments like this Tracey caught onto his pace.

Then she reached for his cock with one of her hands, touching it slightly, then wrapping her hand experimentally around the head. Curious, Tracey rolled her palm over the precum and spread it across the head, inexpertly jacking his cock in a way that didn't feel all that bad. She needed some practice, but she was definitely a natural.

Daphne was kissing her neck, and Harry had started getting his hands in on the act, squeezing at Tracey's tits, occasionally reaching around her to do the same to Daphne. Eventually, Harry settled on moving one of his hands between Tracey's thighs, pulling up her skirt and replacing Daphne's hand with his, gently running circles over Tracey's pussy through her panties. They were nearly soaked through, and with her skirt up Harry could smell the rich scent of her cunt. he wanted more, so he pushed her panties to the side, running his fingers up and down the hot, wet folds of her pussy. Tracey moaned as Harry curled his fingers around her pussy, slipping his index and forefinger into her unbelievably tight lips while running circles over her engorged clit with his thumb.

Daphne pulled Tracey close to her, squeezing her tits and licking her ear.

Tracey bit her lip. " OH MY FUCK!"

Tracey screamed loudly, bucking and shaking against both Harry and Daphne. Harry was worried someone might have heard us. Daphne must've been on the same wavelength, but she had the novel solution of deeply kissing Tracey. Her scream was cut off, replaced by a high whimper as she made out with Daphne and came down from her orgasm.

It took forever, but finally, Tracey's orgasm calmed, her bucking slowing, her eyes lidding over as a look of great contentment crossed her face. Daphne and her making out was no longer an act of desperation but one of great need. Their kissing slowed, and after a few gentle kisses that spread some of Daphne's lipstick across her lips, Tracey parted.

Tracey leaned over, her face inches away from Harry's cock, eying it reverently. She reached out slowly, trying to wrap her hand around the base of his cock and finding her fingers couldn't reach each other. Harry shuddered at her soft touch, the feeling of her breath on the tip of his cock.

Tentatively she stuck out her tongue, licking the bottom of his cockhead, tasting the slightest hint of my precum. Harry shivered. So did Tracey, for that matter. Daphne herself egged her on, pressing Tracey forward. Tracey ran her tongue all over the head, licking up as much of the precum as she could, moaning softly at the taste. Her tongue was electric against Harry and it took all he could not to grab her and facefuck her into oblivion right there, but thankfully she wanted more than just a taste. Much more. Tracey parted her plump lips in anticipation, reaching the head of his cock and wrapping them around it. Even opening as wide as she could, she could barely get the head in without some difficulty, but Daphne's insistent pressure on the back of her neck and whispered advice on how to relax certainly helped. Tracey couldn't down all of his ten inches, she wasn't that good yet, but she was eager enough to get Harry to the back of her throat. She choked, maybe even gagged, but soon she was bobbing up and down on his cock. Her blowjob was fast and inexpert, but she knew enough not to use her teeth, and her enthusiasm mixed together with her lips felt damn good.

While Tracey gave Harry a blowjob, Daphne kept busy behind her, guiding her, coaxing her onto her knees on the floor. Now sucking Harry off while on knees, her ass sticking up in the air and her tits pillowing beneath her arms, Tracey barely noticed as Daphne pulled her conservative skirt and plain white panties down over her magnificent ass. Tracey barely noticed when Daphne took a long, loving look at her bare, pale, and enormous yet tight ass, cocking a glance Harry's way and mouthing 'wow!' while Tracey still went down on him. It was impossible, from this angle, for Tracey to notice Daphne pulling off her tight black leather top, exposing her beautifully pale tits to the world.

What Tracey couldn't help but notice, however, was Daphne burying her face in her pussy. Tracey's eyes shot open in surprise and she moaned lustfully around Harry's cock as Daphne ate her pussy. She nearly let up, nearly pulled off his cock, but Harry was so close he just grabbed her by the hair and continued fucking into her face.

Tracey's eyes were wide, almost rolling back into her head from the pleasure as she sucked his cock while Daphne ate her out. It was far from the best blowjob Harry had ever had, but with Tracey so hot, he wasn't complaining.

Tracey's moans became a high-pitched wail when Daphne pushed two of her fingers into her pussy. When Daphne pushed another finger into her asshole, however, Tracey went off with yet another powerful orgasm.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" Harry roared as Tracey's orgasm set him off, cumming deep into her mouth, down her throat. Though taken off guard at first, Tracey made a good effort to swallow his cum down, but the flow was just too much, too hard, and she couldn't take it all. She came up for air, his cock still shooting rope after rope of cum all over her face, and neck and her sweater stretched across her massive rack.

Wobbly, Tracey pushed herself up onto her knees, looking down at the mess Harry made all over her and taking one last gulp of the cum still left in her mouth.

"Wow," Tracey said.

"I know, pretty cool, right?" Daphne replied.

Still looking down at herself in awe, Tracey repeated, "Wow."

"So, how would you rate your facial?" Daphne asked, crawling up behind Tracey and wrapping her arms around Tracey's chest, palming the underside of her tits.

"That tasted really good," Tracey said, smiling as if she were fit to blush.

Leaning over Tracey's shoulder, Daphne licked some of Harry's cum off her cheek and then the two of them started to make out.

Harry crawled over to them, pulling at the base of Tracey's sweater and blouse. Tracey didn't resist as he pulled the soiled garment over her head and tossed it aside.

"Holy fucking shit," Harry said as he finally got a look at her bra-clad tits.. Relieving the pressure, Daphne undid Tracey's bra from behind, tossing it aside with the rest and leaving Tracey, nude between them. Her nipples were large and flat, about the size of the palm of Harry's hand, but the little nubs that stuck out were hard and proud.

Daphne craned her neck around Tracey. "Holy fucking shit is right; have you ever seen tits this huge?"

Daphne pushed Tracey squealing onto her back on the bed, licking the last of the cum from her face and neck while she took off her own short leather skirt and panties. Now left only in her fishnets and heavy black boots, Daphne lay beside Tracey so she could suck on her massive tits.

Tracey looked up at Harry, eyes lidded over in pleasure and cracking a smile that actually had some good humor to it. "You're overdressed."

"Ah, good point," Harry said. He jumped off the bed and stripped down as quickly as he could and latched his lips around the nipple that Daphne wasn't monopolizing. They lay there for a while, Daphne and Harry, each sucking on one of Tracey's nipples and watching her face contort with ecstasy.

"So," Daphne said, getting up on her knees and crawling over to Tracey's head. "I think we can all agree that I just made you cum pretty fucking good, right?"

"It was pretty nice," Tracey admitted.

"Good," Daphne said, throwing one leg over Tracey's head, and straddling her face. "Then seeing' as how I'm the only one here who hasn't cum yet, I figure you owe me a favor."

Daphne settled her weight down, fully sitting on Tracey's face. In surprise, Tracey struggled beneath her as Daphne pressed her pussy to her mouth, but Daphne didn't let up.

"I'm staying here until you eat my pussy and make me fucking cum all over that sweet little face of yours," Daphne said, reaching down and idly playing with Tracey's tits. Harry couldn't see Tracey's face for being crushed beneath Daphne's marvelous pussy, but the way Daphne began to moan he knew that Tracey was giving it her best.

"Hey, Harry, why don't you help motivate Tracey? Show her what a real pussy-licking's like?" Daphne suggested.

"Not a bad idea," Harry said, sliding between Tracey's legs and wrapping his mouth around her delicious pussy, pushing two fingers inside to aid his efforts. Fuck, she was tight.

"She's got a tasty little virgin pussy, doesn't she?" Daphne said, moaning appreciatively at how Tracey had picked up her pace.

"Nice and sweet," Harry confirmed, running his tongue over the engorged nub of her clitoris, pulling a deep moan from Tracey.

"You want this, don't you?" Daphne taunted.

"So bad," Tracey moaned as Harry twisted his fingers around in her deeper, sucking harder on her clit.

Daphne dropped back down on her face, moaning and gyrating her hips and pinching her nipples. She moaned loudly as she rocked against Tracey's face.

"Come on, Tracey, come on you tight fucking little slut, cum for us, set me fucking off, make me fucking cum in your fucking FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Daphne cried out as she came, her juices splashing down Tracey's neck as she too came in Harry's mouth. Harry lapped up her juices eagerly, almost as eager as she was for Harry to keep going the way her legs tightened around his neck.

The two moaning, twitching girls collapsed beside each other, breathing heavily and panting and looking about as hot as I think as it was physically possible to look. Not wanting to be left out and with a cock that was every bit as hard as it had ever been, Harry crawled up between them, wrapping an arm around each of their shoulders and feeling like a fucking king as he alternated between kissing each of them.

Hesitantly, Tracey reached down and began stroking his precum slick cock with her light, delicate hand. Harry shivered at her touch, planting a deep kiss on her lips.

Tracey smiled and rolled over so she could straddle Harry's hips, her absolutely titanic tits hanging down like the ripest imaginable fruit. Her slick, cunt ground against his cock, driving Harry wild.

Reaching down, Tracey guided the head of his cock toward her insanely tight pussy lips. Even from the outside, her pussy was tight, and Harry wasn't sure that I'd fit. Biting her lip, Tracey pushed down against his cockhead, forcing it to part her lips, then popping the head inside. She was almost painfully tight, but thank Merlin we'd made her cum so many times first if just for the lubrication, as it helped Harry slide inside.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, IT'S STRETCHING ME, TEARING ME APART, SO FUCKING GOOD, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Tracey squeaked as she sat on Harry's cock, spearing herself on it an inch at a time.

Inch by agonizing inch, she pressed Harry's cock into her tight cunt. He watched as half of it disappeared into her, then three-quarters. Finally, content that she must've had it, she dropped her entire weight on Harry, burying the entirety of his cock in her pussy. Her eyes were wide with surprise, pain, pleasure, I don't know, she looked down the valley of her immense cleavage to his cock buried in her pussy.

"It's so, wow, so big," Tracey said, in awe at the display between her legs.

"Thanks," Harry said.

"I can... I can feel you, all the way inside of me. It hurts, some, but it feels good, too. I think it might feel real good," Tracey said in awe.

"You think that's great, you should try moving," Daphne suggested.

"I was working up to it," Tracey said. "I just, I want to feel this, let it all sink in".

"Give it all the weight you want. I'm fine here," Harry said. He said this, but only because it felt like the slightest motion from her might set him off for how tight she was, and Harry wanted to make her first fuck with him memorable.

Slowly, Tracey started to move experimentally, first rocking her hips a little, then pushing herself up and down on his cock. Only an inch or two at a time at first, but with Daphne's gentle coaxing, her hands pressing against Tracey's stomach and ass, guiding her onward and helping her develop a pleasurable rhythm. Tracey was a quick study, not quite a natural, but pretty close to one. Little by little, she began to take more and more of his cock with each bounce, settling on a slow but increasing pace where she took nearly half of his length at a go. Her speed increased, her face got a look of tentative pleasure to it, a look Harry liked seeing spread across her lips.

Moaning with pleasure, Tracey started to fuck down onto Harry in earnest, no longer needing Daphne's guidance. Seeing that she was no longer needed, Daphne rolled beside them, furiously fingering her own pussy with one hand while her other drifted into one of mine. She held Harry's hand tightly as I began fucking up into Tracey in earnest.

Squeezing Harry's hand once more, Daphne let go and set both of her hands to her pussy, letting Harry turn his full attention to fucking Tracey.

Daphne's timing couldn't have been better, because Tracey was starting to bounce down on him with an increasing speed that sent her titanic tits colliding with each other.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck this is great, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME, Harry! FUCK MY SLUTTY CUNT!" Tracey roared.

Harry grabbed her tits, squeezing them, hoping to keep them from colliding at the pace she'd established, but there was no way they'd be constrained. Instead, Harry settled on grabbing her ass, helping her fuck down onto him as he pushed into her.

Building up to a release, Harry grabbed her by the hips and rolled over so he was on top of her. Tracey looked up at Harry in surprise, but her smile was one of the cutest, sweetest Harry had ever seen, especially when he took over and began to pound down into her.

"So, I take it you're having fun?" Harry grunted as he fucked down into her.

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned. "I wanna fuck, all the time, this is so, amazing!"

Harry kissed her, making out with her passionately as his hips became a pounding blur. Harry was gonna cum, he just hoped that she'd go off first.

On that, Harry was wrong. Daphne came first, moaning loudly as she bucked against her own fingers. Tracey wasn't far behind, cumming beneath Harry one final, loud time. With seconds to spare, Harry pulled out of her and fired shot after shot of cum across her stomach, tits, even some splashing onto her neck and chin before Harry rolled onto his back between her and Daphne.

"Holy fuck. That... that was incredible," Tracey moaned.

"Wait'll you have that cock in your ass," Daphne replied, leaning over to lick some of his cum off Tracey's tits. "Getting ass-fucked by Harry is so much more intense than you could possibly imagine, and Harry's pretty fucking good at ass-fucking," Daphne said.

"Awww, thank you," Harry said.

"Wow," Tracey said, thinking about her words.

The three of them sat there enjoying their post-orgasm bliss.

Harry knew that he had Tracey hooked on sex with him.

So even though he did not collar her today he would have future opportunities.

Author Note Reviews are greatly appreciated. I read them all and try and respond as much as possible. I want to hear all of your ideas and suggestions. I would love to try and incorporate any kinks you have with the characters into the story.