Sex friends - A Harry Potter tale

A sharp, frustrated sigh escaped Susan’s lips, a sound lost beneath the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh coming from the couch. Her eyes, narrowed and burning with a cold fire, were locked on Neville’s back. He was a blur of motion, his hips pistoning with a frantic, almost animalistic energy, driving his five-inch cock into Daphne with a fervor that Susan had never seen directed at her. He was lost in it, completely absorbed in the novelty of another woman’s body, his face a mask of blissful ignorance.

Stupid Neville! she thought, the words a bitter mantra in her head. He doesn’t hesitate at all! He doesn’t even look over here! The hypocrisy was a physical weight on her chest. He had set the rules—no kissing, condoms mandatory—as if that were a magical barrier that made this all perfectly acceptable, a clinical transaction rather than a raw, emotional betrayal. And he was following them with a terrifying, single-minded focus, while she was the one drowning in guilt, her body betraying her with every thrust of Harry’s hips.

Harry, sensing her distraction, tightened his grip on her legs, lifting them higher, spreading her wider. The head of his sheathed cock, still slick with her own arousal, pressed insistently against her entrance. He saw the conflict in her eyes, the way her gaze kept darting to the couch, and he used it.

“Neville is having sex with my precious girlfriend, so it’s only fair I get to do the same right?” he murmured, his voice a low, intimate rumble against her ear. It wasn’t really a question. It was a justification, a key turning in the lock of her resistance.

He began to penetrate her, slowly but with an unyielding determination. The initial push was a revelation. Susan’s breath hitched, her back arching off the mattress as a long, ragged moan tore from her throat.

“Aaah! It is sooo big! I feel it dragging my insides, I feel so full! Aaah! Aaah…”

Her internal monologue was a scream of disbelief. What the…. I am being stretched so much… It feels completely different from Neville! The sensation was not just of being filled, but of being claimed. Harry’s cock was splitting her apart, parting her swollen, pink lips with a relentless, stretching pressure that was both overwhelming and intensely, perversely pleasurable. He had to go slow, despite her being completely drenched, the sheer size of him demanding a careful, measured entry.

Finally, I am penetrating her…. I am fucking my friend’s girlfriend! The thought was a triumphant, dark thrill that surged through Harry. He pushed deeper, his hips meeting the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thighs. “We have become one, Susan! Your pussy feels incredible, Susan!” he exclaimed, his voice thick with his own pleasure. He leaned forward, his weight settling on her, and drove his cock as deep as he could possibly go.

Susan let out an involuntary, high-pitched cry when she felt the thick, veined shaft rub directly against the rough, ridged patch of her G-spot. The sensation was a jolt of pure, electric pleasure that short-circuited her brain.

Hnn! Oh no… ahhh… aaaaah! Another man’s dick went inside me… Why does it feel so good…. Aaaah!

Harry paused, buried to the hilt, feeling the tight, clenching walls of her pussy hugging him. He encountered a slight, firm resistance deep inside. Huh!? I can’t go in too deep, maybe her pussy is this small…. The realization that he might be too big for her, that he was hitting her absolute limit, only fueled his desire.

Susan, her eyes glazed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, managed to speak. “I have…. never had one this big before….” The admission was a whisper, a confession of her own inexperience and the sheer, physical shock of his size.

Harry looked down at her face, flushed and contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure. That face she is making….is so sexy. “Don’t worry… I will try my best to be gentle…” he said, the words a stark contrast to the hard, possessive thrusts that immediately followed.

He began to fuck her in earnest. He picked her legs up, hooking them over his shoulders, changing the angle, opening her up even more. He was fucking her with all his might, and Susan was completely losing control. She couldn’t stifle her moans, couldn’t form coherent words. She was a creature of pure sensation, her world narrowed to the immense, stretching fullness between her legs and the maddening, perfect friction against her G-spot with every thrust.

Next to them, the scene on the couch played out like a lewd parody. Neville was still hammering away at Daphne, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. Daphne, for her part, was a master of performance. She let out a staged, breathy moan every few seconds, her body moving in a calculated rhythm designed to keep Neville focused and aroused, even though her own pleasure was clearly minimal. Her eyes, when they flickered open, held a glint of amused detachment.

Harry, meanwhile, was lost in the tight, wet heat of Susan. I am sorry, Neville….but I am going in! he thought, a dark, triumphant satisfaction warming his chest. He adjusted his grip on her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and began to push with controlled, hard trusts, going deeper than he had before.

“Ah!.. ah! Aaaaah! No way, there is more????!!” Susan breathed out, her voice a shocked, ecstatic gasp. She felt him push past a new threshold, a depth she had never experienced with Neville. His cock was rubbing against every inch of her inner walls, a comprehensive, thorough invasion. Then, with a final, deep thrust, he felt it—the firm, yielding resistance of her cervix. He was massaging it, knocking on the door to her womb with the broad head of his cock.

I have never felt anything like this before! AAaaaah! My insides are being pushed around! It feels so good deep inside me! The sensation was profound, a deep, internal pleasure that radiated from her core outward, making her toes curl and her fingers clutch at the sheets. She felt like electricity was spreading from her pussy and her womb to every nerve ending in her body. The feeling of his cock, even sheathed in latex, was so immense it felt like she was being split apart, and yet, the pleasure was undeniable, addictive.

What made her even crazier with horniness was the visual. Even buried as deep as he was, a significant portion of Harry’s massive cock was still outside of her, glistening and hard, a testament to the sheer, overwhelming size of him.

HAHAHA, Neville! Your girlfriend is gonna get used to dicks my size! She would not feel you anymore! Harry’s thought was a gleeful, malicious crow of victory. He was not just fucking Susan; he was reprogramming her, stretching her, claiming her in a way her boyfriend never could.

“Wait! Too rough! NO! Slow down!” Susan moaned, her voice a desperate, pleading whimper. But Harry was already committed. He got into a mating press, his chest pressed against hers, his weight pinning her to the bed, and started to drive his dick down into her pussy with a new, punishing rhythm. Harder, deeper, faster. He was fucking her with all his might, using his big dick as a hammer, aiming to drive her over the edge into another, even more powerful orgasm.

The rhythm of Harry’s thrusts became a punishing, relentless drumbeat against Susan’s senses. Each impact drove the air from her lungs in a sharp, ecstatic gasp. “I have been wanting to cum from the moment we did the 69, you got to cum but I couldn’t,” he growled, his voice a low vibration against her ear as he hammered deeper, his hips slapping wetly against her inner thighs. He was chasing his own release, using her body as the vessel to achieve it.

Susan’s mind was a maelstrom of conflict and overwhelming sensation. Noo! This is another man’s dick! I shouldn’t…. The protest was a faint, distant echo, drowned out by the roaring tide of pleasure building within her. Her body, betraying every ounce of her loyalty, was coiling tight, the muscles in her abdomen clenching. I am cumming… I am gonna cum… It is cumming like a wave… I am cumminnnnnng!

“Fuaaa! Ah! Aaaah! Ahh! I am cumming!” she screamed, her voice cracking. The orgasm hit her like a physical blow, more intense than the first, a white-hot supernova that exploded behind her eyes. Her toes curled so hard they cramped, her back arched off the bed, and a guttural groan tore from her throat. Her pink nipples hardened into sharp, aching points, and a fresh sheen of sweat broke out across her skin, glistening in the dim light. Her eyes went misty and unfocused, the pleasure so profound it felt like it was melting her mind, erasing every thought but the raw, screaming need for release.

Harry felt it the instant it happened. Her pussy, already tight, suddenly clamped down around him with the force of a vise, the inner walls spasming in rhythmic, milking contractions. OOOh! Her pussy is cramping and clamping! She is milking my dick! The sensation was exquisite, a tight, wet suction that pulled at his own climax, drawing it from him with irresistible force. He buried himself as deep as he could go, his cockhead kissing her cervix, and let go.

A hot, pulsing flood filled the condom, the sensation of his own release muffled but still intensely pleasurable. Susan felt it, the rhythmic throbbing of his cock through the thin latex, the heat of his cum trapped against her sensitive walls, and it prolonged her own orgasm, sending fresh waves of pleasure crashing through her.

“I came so much! That felt great, Susan!” Harry gasped, his body shuddering as he emptied himself. He slowly, reluctantly, pulled his cock from her pussy with a wet, sucking sound. The condom was visibly full, a milky white balloon at the tip.

Susan collapsed back onto the bed, a wreck of a woman. Her pussy was red and inflamed, a testament to the rough fucking she’d just endured. Her love juice, mixed with the remnants of her own arousal, ran in sticky trails down her thighs, drenching her asshole and soaking into the sheets beneath her. She was utterly exhausted, her limbs heavy and useless. She couldn’t even close her legs; they remained splayed open, a wanton display of her well-fucked state.

Harry looked down at his cock, still semi-hard and glistening. Damn! I came so much! But I can still go on! Let’s change the rubber. He reached for the box of condoms Daphne had provided, his fingers fumbling slightly with the wrapper. He unrolled a new one, but as he tried to place it on his cockhead, he felt a strange resistance. He looked closer.

Huh?! It broke?! The tip of the condom had split, a tiny tear right at the reservoir. He frowned, examining it. Actually… on closer look, all the other condoms Daphnee gave me already had holes into them! His eyes scanned the remaining condoms in the box. Each one had a small, deliberate puncture in the center of the latex, a pinprick of sabotage.

His head snapped up, his gaze locking onto Daphne. She was still on all fours on the couch, Neville behind her, his movements becoming more frantic, more erratic. Daphne, however, was looking right at Harry. A wicked, knowing smirk played on her lips, her eyes glinting with malicious amusement. She gave him a slow, deliberate thumbs-up.

She did this on purpose! The realization hit him like a lightning bolt. Wait, maybe this is what she meant by “making it up to you” when we left the hotel! The memory of her whispered promise in the hotel room, the sly look in her eye, all clicked into place. She had orchestrated this. She had planned for him to fuck Susan bareback.

As this revelation processed, a final, shuddering groan erupted from Neville. His hips stuttered, his back arched, and he came into his own condom with a series of weak, shuddering thrusts. He collapsed forward onto Daphne’s back, panting, completely spent.

Daphne’s smile widened. She patted Neville’s flank condescendingly. “Ah, you came…” she said, her voice dripping with a sweet, patronizing tone that the blissfully oblivious Neville mistook for affection.

Harry’s mind was made up in an instant. A surge of dark, triumphant glee shot through him. I am seriously sorry, Neville, but it looks like I will be tasting her bare pussy first…. He discarded the broken condom, his cock already hardening again, the head a deep, angry red.

He moved back between Susan’s splayed thighs. She was still panting, her chest rising and falling in shallow, exhausted breaths. The last orgasm had left her too weak to move, her muscles trembling with fatigue. Her pussy and clit twitched sporadically, sensitive and overstimulated, yet still hungry.

Oh no! He is going in again… But I still can’t move my body after I came… Susan’s thought was a hazy, distant panic, her body too drained to obey her mind’s command to flee.

Harry positioned himself, his bare cockhead pressing against her slick, swollen folds. From this angle, only he could see the truth—the thick, unshielded shaft, the reddened head glistening with pre-cum. From Susan’s angle, her vision still blurry from the aftershocks, she couldn’t focus enough to see the details. If Neville were to glance over, he would only see the base of the condom still loosely wrapped around the base of Harry’s cock, the tip hidden from view. Daphne, even if she couldn’t see, knew exactly what was happening.

With a swift, hard motion, Harry thrust his hips forward. He penetrated her in one smooth, brutal push, his bare cock sliding into her pussy with no barrier, no latex to dull the sensation.

Susan’s cry was immediate and involuntary. “Aaaah! AH! AAAAH!” The pleasure was a shockwave, more intense, more real than anything she had felt before. He filled her completely in a single, devastating moment, his cock touching her G-spot, her cervix, and a secret, sensitive place deep inside that made her see stars every time his glans brushed against it.

Good God! This feels better than I thought! My instinct is taking over my ability to reason! I can’t stop thrusting my hips! Harry’s thought was a primal roar. The sensation of her bare, wet, clenching walls was infinitely better than through a condom. He was fucking her harder now, possessed by a need to claim her, to brand her from the inside. He hammered her pussy and womb like a man gone mad, using all his strength to drive Susan toward another, shattering climax, determined to leave his mark on her in the most intimate way possible.

The sensation was alien, a profound and shocking shift in the very texture of reality. Susan’s mind, hazy with the aftermath of her previous climaxes, struggled to process the new input. As Harry’s bare cock thrust into her, the friction was different—smoother, yet more intense, a raw, skin-on-skin heat that seemed to bypass her nerves and ignite something primal deep in her spine.

Huh….? What is this…? It feels completely different from before!! Her internal monologue was a scream of confusion and dawning, terrifying pleasure. I feel like I am about to cum everything he push into me! This familiar feeling of being completely full…but somehow compared to before…. It feels like my inside are being dragged along every time he thrust!

Harry was lost in the sensation, his rhythm becoming a frantic, driving beat. He was fucking her like a man possessed, his cock a battering ram against her delicate walls, stretching her completely, the broad head dragging along her most sensitive internal ridges with every powerful stroke. He watched her face, flushed a deep, beautiful crimson, her mouth open in a silent O of ecstasy, and thought she was the most stunning thing he had ever seen.

Aaaaah! Susan’s bare pussy feels so good! It is so wet and tight! he thought, his own pleasure mounting at an alarming rate. She squeezes every time I touch her womb with my cock, it is like she is milking me! I am having bareback sex with Susan and no one knows! The secret, the risk, the sheer wrongness of it all only heightened the thrill. He grabbed her legs, closing them together and placing them both on his right shoulder, a position that compressed her pussy, making it even tighter, and allowed him to drive his cock impossibly deeper.

Susan was having the time of her life, a fact she would vehemently deny later. With each of Harry’s thrusts, a small, sharp orgasm detonated within her, a series of mini-crests that left her breathless and trembling. She was moaning like a bitch in heat, her eyes unfocused and glossy, her beautiful ginger hair a sweaty tangle on the mattress. She turned her head to the side, a desperate attempt to avoid seeing Harry’s triumphant face or, worse, catching a glimpse of Neville and feeling the crushing weight of her guilt.

“Wait…Aaah…ahhh…Harry..Ahh…ahhh…stop!...ah…I…am…cumming…. I´M CUMMING!” she cried out, her voice a ragged plea. She was trying to hold it back, to fight the inevitable, but Harry was relentless. He pounded her faster, harder, driving her over the edge with brutal efficiency. She came harder than before, a scream tearing from her throat as her body convulsed. Her pussy clamped down on his bare cock with a vise-like grip, so tight he felt the circulation in his own dick strain. A fresh gush of her juices sprayed from her, wetting the bed beneath them in a warm, audible rush. Her toes curled, her eyes squeezed shut, and an electric current seemed to arc through her entire nervous system.

“HN! UHHH! OHHHH!” she breathed out, the sounds raw and animalistic.

Guuuuh! I am about to cum! Harry’s own control was shattering. The intense, milking contractions of her bare pussy were too much. He barely managed to pull back at the last second, his cock pulsing violently as he held back his own release. Phew, I managed to hold it in somehow….sex without a rubber feels so different. The sensation of her inner heat, unfiltered by latex, was a drug he was already addicted to.

“Wait Harry let me take a break!” Susan gasped, her voice frantic. She could feel another orgasm building, a terrifying, inevitable wave, and she was terrified of it.

“Susan! Susan! I am about to cum!” Harry yelled, his own voice strained with the effort of holding back.

From the couch, Neville’s voice cut through the haze. He had finally softened, his cock slipping from Daphne, and he was watching the couple with a flicker of annoyance. “Huh? Are they already on the second round right now?” he muttered, his ego bruised.

Daphne, who had been maintaining a soft, sucking rhythm on Neville’s average cock, noticed his irritation. She pulled off with a wet pop, a sly, calculating look in her eyes. She had achieved her first objective—Susan was now a trembling, oversensitized mess, her body primed and aching for a cock that could truly fill her.

“Hey, let’s switch!” Daphne announced, her voice bright and cheerful. “I want to be fucked by my boyfriend too!”

Fuuuuh… finally, it is over… I felt as if I was losing my mind and was really closed to cumming again, Susan thought, a wave of profound relief washing over her as Harry, with a frustrated grunt, pulled his bare cock from her clinging pussy. He turned to the smiling Daphne, his own frustration evident.

“Huh? Oh! Okay…” Harry said, his voice tight. He was not happy. He had been on the edge, ready to paint Susan’s insides with his cum, to complete the act in the most intimate way possible. Now, he was being denied, left throbbing and desperate.

What none of them realized was the intricate, malicious web Daphne had woven. This was all part of her plan. By having Harry fuck Susan into a state of near-mindless, oversensitized pleasure, she was setting a new benchmark. When Susan now had sex with Neville, the difference in size, girth, and the sheer intensity of sensation would be impossible to ignore. It would be a comparison that would sear itself into Susan’s conscious and unconscious mind, a secret standard against which her boyfriend would forever fall short.

For Neville, Daphne didn’t care. He was a tool, a means to an end. The end was Susan, who would now be hot, bothered, and desperately needing a release that her boyfriend couldn’t provide, all while Harry, edged and furious, would fuck Daphne with a punishing, desperate intensity that would leave her screaming. It was a perfect, devious circle of lust and manipulation, and Daphne was at its center, pulling all the strings.