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Harry and Harley - Smut Excerpts	By : Rihaan Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 42517 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“Okay,” Pamela muttered, having just swallowed the first bite of the steak in front of her, seated at the table in their kitchen. “I’m aware that I’ve been saying this in the heat of the moment, but that’s how good this is; I think I’m in love with you.”
Harleen giggled, her blonde tresses covering her eyes. “I don’t know what I can say to top that. I’ll just have to settle for: This is really good.”
Harry grinned behind his fork. It really wasn’t the first time a girl had proclaimed her love for him when he cooked. “I’m glad you two love it. Hope it fills you up – we have been neglecting eating food lately.”
“Meh,” Harley waved it away, “At this point, I’m restocking energy. I have no intentions of letting it sit still. You deserve a real nice ‘thank you’.”
“If you want to show gratitude, saying thank you would be easier,” Harry pointed out, his grin full-bloom.
“Arguably,” she licked her lips after taking another bite of her fettuccine. “But a blowjob would be more fun.”
“This is the part where I’d choke on my food,” Ivy muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. She looked pointedly at Harley. “So what is this? The honeymoon phase? What’s with the constant sex on the brain?”
“Aw,” she cooed, “that’s sweet, Ivy. Pretending that your nips haven’t been as hard as steel since we got back.”
To her credit, she didn’t blush. “They usually always are, dear.”
She looked pointedly at her green-skinned lover. “Pammy, sweetie, I look more than you do. It’s only when you’re horny.”
Harry took another bite of the casserole. Normally, the food would be much more interesting to him in awkward moments like this, but he decided to take on a more proactive role. “So which one is it, Ivy?”
She looked curiously over to him. “Which one what?”
“Which one of us kept you wet? Harley or me?”
Ivy gasped at his frankness, while Harley’s eyebrows arched delicately. “I... I don’t...”
“When you were rubbing my abs earlier, and licking your lips, were you thinking of how you couldn’t wait to tuck into bed? Or were you thinking that I might take you both in the kitchen, Harley riding me and you grinding along my stomach while you sucked on a man’s tongue for the third time today, like an addiction you didn’t know you couldn’t quit?”
Harry smirked as Ivy’s hand trembled. “Or maybe it’s just me,” he whispered, turning back to his food.
Harley rubbed her thighs together under the table as she made eye contact with her girlfriend. She looked so vulnerable – so weak.
Just like she herself did the first time she met Harry. And the first time she met Pamela, now that she thought of it.
Slowly, Harleen placed her fork down next to her half-eaten meal, and wiped at her chin demurely. With her other hand, she took a long sip of the glass of ice water, and she almost laughed when she saw Ivy gulp nervously.
The cloth she had used to dab at the corners of her now unpainted pink, pouty lips, slipped from her nimble fingers and fell to the floor. “Oops,” She grinned.
Pamela’s eyes widened. Surely, she wasn’t thinking...
She gasped in surprise as she felt a shock run through her. Rough hands grazed her bare thigh with a feather touch, skimming and skipping across her smooth skin. She immediately glanced over to Harry, who was calmly chewing a bite of his cube steak, one hand wrapped around the handle of his fork, the other under the table.
Doing sinfully good things to her. She bit her lip to hold back a moan, and closed her eyes for just a moment, feeling his fingers get dangerously close to her covered womanhood. She sighed raggedly, spreading her legs just a little bit, willing to let herself go completely.
“Oh!”
“Where did that stupid cloth go?” Harleen muttered, her breath against her thighs, her bare hands gripping her ankles. Teeth nipped against her skin, and Ivy whimpered each and every time.
Harry’s nimble fingers stroked down the middle of her gusset, gathering her wetness into her outfit, soaking the material sufficiently. His fingers suddenly hooked into the side of her crotch, and pulled it away, revealing her precious green petals to her Harley’s hungry eyes.
Pamela moaned long and hard as Harley’s tongue dragged up her slit, her tongue bathing in the redhead’s flavor-filled fluids as she wrapped her arms around the older girl’s legs. Her pink lips formed a light suction on Ivy’s nether lips, wiggling her talented, well-trained tongue in and about her moist cavern.
Her eyes still closed, she suddenly felt lips against her own. She quickly responded, reaching up to run her long fingers across the clean face as she leaned back in the chair. Her lips parted delicately, and he took advantage, his wide tongue polluting her mouth with the taste of broccoli in a deliciously good way, his hands suddenly grasping her left breast, covered by her strapless leotard.
She shivered into his mouth as her outfit suddenly disappeared, and she was naked, her breasts and undeniably pointed nipples exposed to the room, her juicy twat being thoroughly excavated by Harley’s skilled tongue. She stretched her lithe body out and wrapped her thighs around her girlfriend’s neck, placing the bare soles of her feet against her blond lover’s naked lower back as she climaxed in both of her lovers’ embraces.
She barely recognized that Harley had removed her shirt when Harry pinched lightly at her nipples, before rolling them languidly between his fingers. She shuddered wonderfully, squirming around Harley’s tongue, and she cried out at the pleasure assaulting her, her orgasm prolonging.
Her fingers slid down his clothed chest, sliding down the abs that she had admired earlier, and periodically throughout, her fingernails lightly grazing against the cloth just hard enough for him to feel it.
Poison Ivy – known to the world as the insufferable cocktease, the look-but-never-touch beauty, seducer and destroyer, quickly and blindly unbuckled Harry’s pants and wrapped her hands around his massive shaft before it could even flop out of his pants. She didn’t even question his lack of underwear as she stroked his cock.
Harry broke the kiss to moan and stood fully, and she finally opened her eyes and allowed herself to get a closer look at his tool. It was even more intimidating than she remembered it, as his large ball sac could have weighed it down all on its own, his head looking bigger than her mouth could fit around.
But she knew from experience that it very well could. And it damn well would.
Her tongue peeked out to lick the slit of the head, and her mouth watered at the taste. Her tongue quickly swirled around his head, trying to ignore the overwhelming tongue-lashing she was getting courtesy of her over-pleasing girlfriend, and instead focused on the massive beauty of her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend.
She could get used to that. And rather quickly, too.
Perhaps, later, she would reflect on her life, and her utter hatred for men. She would take a long, hard look at herself in the mirror, at her sticky body, covered in the fluids of her two lovers, knowing that the night would likely end that way, and she would consider her stance against all men under one umbrella, and maybe, one day, admit to herself that there were exceptions to the rule.
Right now, though, for the second time today, and for the second time in her life, all she knew was that she needed some cock in her, and she needed it now.
She wrapped her lips around the head of his dick and spit, moistening his tool further. She released his cock from her mouth and tilted it upwards, taking only a second to watch in fascination as her spit slowly dribbled down his cock, beginning the impossibly long journey to the summit, before licking and kissing the side of his meat, trying to cover his tool with her spit.
Her lips stretched obscenely around his mast, her small, long tongue swirling around his cock like a candy cane stripe, much like the vines at her command, and he shuddered violently at the foreign sensation. If she had the space to smile around his dick, she would’ve, but instead, she settled for pushing further onto his large shaft.
Without warning, Harry’s fingers gripped tightly into her hair, and pulled her forward, skewering her onto his stake. His head pushed past her tonsils, and her throat gurgled around his tip, painfully burning, while Harry only felt a gentle massage. Her eyes began to tear at the strange sensation, as she could hardly even breathe through her nose. She closed her eyes, and concentrating, slid forward even further, and she had to lower herself as Harry’s dick travelled vertically down her throat.
Harley’s mouth slowly retreated from her quivering clam and she scooted out from under the table. “Shit,” she gasped, her eyes wide with arousal as she saw her girlfriend swallow and gargle on her newest lover’s cock, her throat visibly expanding as he forced himself – or was she doing the forcing? – down her gullet. She could actually see her throat muscles convulse and pulse around his luxurious fuckstick, squeezing and rolling against his dick with a passion.
The blond teen quickly removed her shorts and sauntered over to Harry’s side, reveling at his expression as he tilted his head back, and rubbed her fingers along the base of his shaft, and she was amazed at the length that was, as of yet, unexplored.
No wonder it could never fit in her. The beast was halfway to Ivy’s stomach and he still had more to spare!
The first night she and Harry had made love, she had considered it a challenge to fit as much as she could in her without, if she could avoid it, killing herself. A part of her was sure that Harry was thinking the same thing. And now, as she watched Ivy’s moist eyes closed, breathing heavily through her nose, practically purring in pleasure, and Harry, his head tossed back, his body tense, lost in the pleasure surrounding him, she smiled at the thought that they didn’t care; they were having too much fun to notice.
With that in mind, and feeling a little bit better about herself, Harley kneeled to the floor, next to her longtime lover, and gently gripped Harry’s testicles in her hand.
Harry shuddered mightily, and looked down to see the two gorgeous girls worshipping his cockmeat, Ivy’s lips earning the reputation she had been falsely given for years, Harley’s small hands smoothly caressing his heavy hairless sac.
Harley looked up with bright blue eyes at him, and winked, before sticking out her well-used tongue and licking at the wrinkles of his scrotum.
Harry, at this point, was relatively sure he would die – of either pleasure overload, or the old legend that you usually see what the heart wants most in the world, in a mirage, before leaving, feeling some false sense of accomplishment.
This felt far too real, but he was rather willing to admit that this was supernatural enough that he couldn’t really explain what was happening in words. Not that he could speak, really. He was sure it would come out in some grunt, or a girly sigh, or something.
He slowly untangled his fingers from Ivy’s hair, careful not to let his ring get caught in her auburn tresses, and awkwardly kept his hands at his sides. Most of his girlfriends were okay with him taking charge... like that... and he was sure that they were turned on to the idea as well, but he didn’t want to assert that type of dominance too soon, and much too fast.
Instead, he settled for slowly putting his hands on his girls’ heads, running his hands through red and golden locks as they sucked and nipped, respectfully, at his tool.
Ivy preened at the touch, slowly leaving her uncomfortable seated position in the chair and sitting on her haunches, his dick sliding slowly out of her throat as she adjusted, and she slipped her mouth off of his steel cock. She cleared her throat – she had gotten far more comfortable with his dick down her throat than she should probably be comfortable with, but seeing as she had no gag reflex, it probably wasn’t a surprise – and lifted her hands to stroke at his thickness once more.
She found herself a bit proud that her hands could barely fit around his penis, but her mouth could handle it well.
Her eyes moved over to her lovely girlfriend, whose mouth was currently bathing Harry’s testicles with love and tenderness. She showed as much dedication whenever she focused on her, as she had proved mere minutes ago. Jealousy was far from her mind at this point. Perhaps mutual respect? He had managed to capture the heart of Harleen Quinzel and Pamela Isley, and he truly deserved the world for that fantastic feat.
She giggled, and kissed the tip of his gorgeous cock. Then, taking Harley’s attention, she kissed the girl’s cheek. Her girlfriend popped her mouth off of Harry’s sac for a moment, staring lustfully at her first lover.
The two began to kiss slowly, their lips gently smacking against each other’s. Their bare breasts glided together freely as their hands roamed each other’s sides.
Harry quickly stood back to watch the two vixens in front of him, stroking himself as he did so. He leaned against the counter, as he witnessed a sight that very few people wouldn’t kill to see.
Ivy’s fingers travelled down her blond lover’s stomach, and swiftly slammed two fingers into her. Harley broke the kiss to squeak in surprise, and Ivy took the opportunity to nip at her young lover’s throat, kissing and sucking at her soft, supple skin.
Harley whimpered as she was assaulted by Pamela’s fingers, a sensitive spot on her neck being assaulted by her loving, curious pink muscle. Normally, this was the point where her vines would come out of nowhere, when she was distracted, and hold her down, because she tended to thrash around during their bouts of lovemaking. Her hands were free, so she decided to show her appreciation by sliding her fingers down her sweat-slicked stomach to Ivy’s moist snatch and rubbing aggressively at her throbbing clitoris.
“Ah!” she moaned loudly, her private area sensitive. She whipped her hair back and continued to suck on her neck, lowering her body, leaving a trail of saliva down the young girl’s neck. She grinned against the top of her cleavage, feeling her lover writhe and wiggle against her, her back arching towards her hungry lips.
“Fuck,” Harley yelled aloud, her peach nub tingling as her lover wrapped her soft lips around it, and she felt Ivy curl her fingers inside her snatch, wriggling them pleasurably – and a little painfully. “No, Red,” she gasped, then moaned, as she felt her knees weaken to the pleasure. “I’m – still sensitive.”
The gorgeous green teen lifted her lips from the nub of her fleshy mammaries. “You wanted to take on two lovers,” Ivy hissed, her index finger rubbing the bump inside her girl, and Harley squeaked loudly at the overwhelming sensation. “Don’t make me feel left out, Harley,” she simpered, and attached herself to her teat once more, thrusting into Harley without pause, curling her fingers at every other upstroke.
Harley moaned incoherently in response, her body rocking with her girlfriend’s, grunting occasionally as the pleasure and pain melded together into an entirely new feeling of unimaginable euphoria.
She hadn’t felt like this since... last night, actually.
“Still as tight as I remember you,” Ivy whispered into her ear. “Even after he stretched you out – I thought he wrecked you like a cheap car.”
“He did,” She whispered guiltily, her breath in gasps as she reminded her of that very moment that crossed her mind, and the morning after. Her pussy squeezed and swallowed at her girlfriend’s long slim fingers, and she dimly felt her knuckles slap against her aching bundle of nerves resting against the top of her slit.
“He’ll have to try harder,” she muttered, loving the feel of the blonde’s tight cunt spasming around her digits. “My sweet, pristine Harleen...
“Maybe it’s because you have an audience,” she speculated quietly, still loud enough for said audience to overhear. “You’re putting on quite a show for him. Just like you two put on a show for me.”
Harley’s head lolled to the side, and she witnessed Harry slam his long shaft with his own hands, wonderful schlicking sounds meeting her ears as he pumped his hard organ, covered with her lover’s spit. “Baby,” the teen whimpered, her legs shaking as she bounced on her girlfriend’s digits, her pale green lover’s snatch forgotten. “Don’t be mad...” She gasped loudly, and quivered in orgasm unexpectedly. “Fuck!”
Ivy quickly added a third finger, and she found it truly surprising how difficult it was to slide her digits back in. “Bouncing on me like it’s his dick,” she murmured softly, watching as her eyes hazed with pleasure. “You’ve never been more turned on in your life.” She grinned sinisterly. “And neither have I.”
Harley squeaked again as Ivy began to thrust even harder, her hair flipping every which way as she kept cumming, her fluids leaking onto her lover’s soaked and practically confined fingers. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream as her abs tightened painfully, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
Only Ivy’s strength kept her body up, her free arm wrapped around her bare waist as Harley wheezed powerfully, struggling to get her breath back. Ivy took a moment to watch her baby recover, her eyes half-open, her sweat-soaked hair matted to her forehead, her painfully erect nipples, one of them shining with her spit, resting atop her heaving breasts, her irregularly expanding stomach, heaving with every deep breath, and her blushing, pulsing snatch, doing everything it could to keep her fingers locked away inside, almost visibly pleading with her to stay.
“Love ya,” Harleen whispered, her eyes shining with moisture.
Pamela Isley chuckled at her girlfriend’s out-of-zone look, kissing the bridge of her nose. “I love you too, Harls.”
She squirmed as Ivy slowly pulled out of her, and sighed as her girlcum gushed down her lover’s arm, her clear fluids spilling to the floor. “That was... different.”
Harry released his fist from his slicked hardness, groaning tiredly. “Tell me about it.”
“Never seen two girls go at it?” Ivy questioned with a smirk.
Harry shook his head. “There’s a difference between seeing two girls and seeing you two,” he muttered, staring pointedly at their lovely, curvaceous forms. “Harley just makes the cutest noises when she squeals, and no offense Ivy, but you have an... exotic vibe about you.”
Pamela laughed heartily. “None taken; I get that often.”
Harley weakly raised her hand. “I say it often. Green’s my favorite color for a reason.” She eyed her girlfriend uneasily. “Are we... okay?”
Ivy shrugged. “If you’re going to ask for two lovers, you’re going to have to take the brunt; so to speak. Don’t worry,” she smiled, “I have salves.”
Harley shivered delightfully, and winced. “Don’t tease me like that, Red. I might have to walk on my hands for the next few days.”
“I’d kiss it all better, but I don’t think that’ll help much.”
She winced again, and she lowered her hand to cup her sensitive womanhood. “Red!”
“I do remember us mentioning something last night,” Harry muttered slowly, his eyes roving over her irresistible cuteness. “And I promised you later.”
Her eyes widened, and she instinctively went to cover her rear. “Nuh-uh! No! Hell no!”
Ivy laughed at her reaction. “What did I miss? I was a bit pre-occupied at the time.”
“He scared the bejesus out of me, and I called him an ass.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “He has an active imagination.”
Pamela flushed. “At least he didn’t put a finger there.” She smirked at him. “So you’re an ass-man, Harry?”
His steely dick pulsed imperceptibly. “Honestly? I’m just greedy.”
Her lips pouted. “Greedy? Looking for a hat-trick on our dear Harley, Warlock?”
“No way, José!” Harleen shook her head wildly. “Not while these chairs are still cushion-less!”
“It wasn’t a command or anything,” Harry grinned, guessing that she probably would have allowed him if he commanded it. “Just a suggestion. Magic makes it more enjoyable. I had assumed you were more... creative with the vines in the past.”
Harley eeped and crossed her thighs, still in Ivy’s embrace. The green-eyed woman nuzzled her chin into her girlfriend’s neck. “I don’t have good control when I’m in the throes of passion,” Ivy explained. “They’re good at tying her down, but... I couldn’t live with myself if I did something wrong.”
“Not to mention the thorns,” the blonde muttered, hiding her face in Ivy’s luscious red hair. “I have no intentions of being a jester shish kebob.”
“You practically were this morning,” Ivy reminded her, recalling the last time they had sex.
Well, when Harry and Harley had sex.
She gently leaned Harley against the leg of her chair and turned her attention to the man in front of her, licking her lips at his still erected staff. “I suppose there’s no running from it now, is there?” She wondered, a twinkle in her eye.
Harry looked down, then back at the green-skinned beauty mere feet away from his towering erection.
He stepped away from the counter, and before she could even think of protesting, leaned down to his knee and grabbed her by her waist. She squeaked loudly, louder than any of Harley’s squeals, as she was hoisted into the air, her heart pounding as he pressed his lips to hers.
She moaned as he rubbed at her soaking petals once more, feeling her wetness drip down his fingers quickly. She hesitantly reached down and grabbed the shaft below her, stroking however much she could reach, which was still a rather substantial amount.
Pamela leaned back, a small string of saliva connecting their lips, and looked up to Harry. Green eyes peered into green eyes, and for the first time, it clicked.
She could trust him. She could love him. And someday, very soon, she could very well absolutely need him.
She used her sweat-slicked body to wiggle down onto the tip of his cock, her hand pumping and directing his tool towards her dripping canal, and she groaned at the sensation of his heat between her thighs.
Harry grunted at the teaser of what was to come, as she languidly slid her tiny crevice against his massive rod, purring quietly with each little swipe. He connected his lips to hers as he pushed inside her, two inches sinking into her writhing body immediately.
She gurgled sexily – he didn’t know how she did it, but she most definitely did – and wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, locking her fingers and rubbing at his nape. “Yes,” she hissed, gyrating on his cock salaciously.
Harry lowered his hands from her waist to her curvaceous bottom, sliding over the soft, firm cheeks of her fleshy orbs. He gripped the bottom of her ass tightly, pulling apart her cheeks, and prepared to fill her to the brim.
She whimpered, needy, and closed her eyes as Harry penetrated deep into her, slipping along her tight, glorious walls and stretched out her slick cavern.
Both groaned, their breaths heaving, and it was Ivy who began to move up, hooking her arms around the back of Harry’s shoulders, before dropping her light body back down.
Harleen cooed at the wondrous sight before her. She loved it when her friends got along. Standing up with shaky legs, she collapsed on the chair behind her, taking Ivy’s seat. She grunted in surprise and looked down.
A padded chair; a wonderfully padded chair.
She chuckled as she slid her fingers gently across her sore spot, slowly bending her leg up to rest her chin on her knee, the heel of her foot on the seat.
If anyone could pull a hat-trick, it was the Warlock. And, by the lovely, mystified expression on her Pammy’s face, she idly wondered who would buckle first.
She tingled unexpectedly when her pointer finger brushed against her clitoris, and she spasmed. Apparently, that wasn’t sore.
With this in mind, the blonde sat back in her new cushioned chair and happily frigged her nub at the alluring sight of her lovely, curvaceous girlfriend being speared into by her handsome, well-hung boyfriend.
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