Sex friends - A Harry Potter tale

Daphne’s smile was a razor’s edge, sharp and predatory, as she orchestrated the switch with the precision of a conductor. Neville, eager and oblivious, scrambled onto the bed, his five-inch cock already twitching with anticipation as he positioned himself over Susan. Daphne, meanwhile, guided Harry to the floor with a firm push, her hands already working to strip away the ruined, broken condom from his still-throbbing cock.

“Uh… Daphnee… eh, are you sure we can just do it like this…?” Harry muttered, his voice thick with excitement, his eyes locked on her glistening pussy. This time… I am gonna fuck Daphnee raw! The thought was a dark, thrilling promise.

“Eeeh? What are you talking about?... Oh, by the way, I have never had raw sex with my boyfriend,” Daphne purred, her voice a low, husky whisper. She guided his bare cock to her entrance, the head pressing against her slick folds. With a sudden, forceful motion, she squatted down, taking him all in one deep, wet thrust. A loud, drag-out moan tore from her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. “Aaaah! Yes! Just like that!”

On the bed, the dynamic was starkly different. Susan lay on her back, her legs still trembling from Harry’s relentless assault, her pussy red and swollen. Neville stood over her, his average five-inch cock sheathed in a fresh condom, looking at her with a mix of excitement and awe.

“Susan, you look sexier than usual,” Neville said, his voice earnest. He was completely blind to the truth—that she wasn’t sexier, but freshly fucked, her body still humming with the aftershocks of another man’s cock.

Susan’s mind, however, was a whirlwind of relief and dawning horror. Finally… I can be at ease, having sex with Neville, I don’t have to feel guilty for the pleasure I feel, and I can enjoy to my heart content while he fucks me. But the thought was hollow, a lie she was trying to tell herself. She looked at Neville’s eager face and muttered, “Eeeh?! But I don’t feel any different…” Her voice was drowned out by the cacophony erupting from the floor.

Daphne was in her own world, riding Harry with a frantic, desperate energy. “Oh GOD! Harry your cock just feel so good! I can feel it everywhere inside me, it is just way bigger, I can´t stop fucking it…. Ah… ahhh. please don’t stop, continue fucking me, fuck me harder, and make me cum so much that I lose my mind!” she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. She was putting on a show, every moan calculated, every movement exaggerated for maximum effect.

Harry, meanwhile, was lost in the sensation. Fuck, Daphnee´s bare pussy! It feels completely different from Susan! he reflected, his hands gripping her hips as she bounced on his lap. The wet, slapping sound of her ass against his thighs filled the room, a rhythmic counterpoint to her cries.

Susan’s eyes were drawn to the scene on the floor, her gaze fixated on the way Daphne’s pussy stretched around Harry’s massive cock. Wow! Look at how much her pussy is stretching, was my pussy stretching that much when he was fucking me? I still can´t believe that his gigantic cock fitted in me. The comparison was involuntary, a mental image she couldn’t shake. She turned her head back to Neville, her voice a forced whisper. “Hey, let´s do it too…”

“Aaaaah! I haven’t had your pussy in a while Susan!” Neville yelled, his excitement palpable as he guided his cock to her entrance. He pushed in, and Susan felt… nothing. Or almost nothing.

No way! He is already in!? I didn’t even felt when he entered me, if I was not watching him fuck me I wouldn’t have noticed!!!! The shock was a cold splash of reality. She could feel him moving, a faint, almost imperceptible friction, but it was nothing like the overwhelming, stretching fullness she had just experienced. His cock was too short, too thin, barely reaching past her entrance, let alone touching her womb or the sensitive spot Harry had hammered so relentlessly.

“Ooooh, it is been so long since we last had sex, now with my cured ED we will be fucking so much more!” Neville said with a smile, completely unaware of the gulf between his performance and Harry’s.

Susan forced a moan, her voice a pale imitation of the sounds she had made earlier. “Ah.. yeah… feels good..” she muttered, her eyes drifting back to the floor. She couldn’t help but compare. It feels so different… He is shorter, slimmer and not as hard as Harry´s…. His dick is barely touching my walls and he can’t dragged them along like before…. The more he moves and the harder he tries to fuck me, the more I can’t help but compare their dicks…!

On the floor, Daphne was reaching her peak. Harry’s hands were not idle; his right thumb was circling her clit with maddening precision, while his left hand pinched and rolled her left nipple, sending jolts of electricity through her body. “Aaaah! Aaaah! Hnnn! AAAAAAH!” she screamed, her body convulsing as a fresh gush of her juices wetted Harry’s belly and thighs.

Uugh! Daphnee is squeezing me like crazy… she just came really hard, Harry thought, feeling her pussy clamp down around him in a series of violent, milking contractions. He was close, so close, but Daphne had other plans. She slowed her movements, her breathing ragged, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she looked down at him, her eyes glinting with the satisfaction of a plan perfectly executed.

“I love bareback sex! It feels so different compared to just now in the hotel!” Daphne cried out, her voice a high, keening wail that bounced off the walls. She was riding Harry with a desperate, rhythmic violence, her thighs flexing as she used the length of his cock to its fullest potential. She would almost lift herself completely off him, hovering for a split second with just the thick head of his cock stretching her entrance, before slamming her hips down with a wet, slapping sound that echoed through the room. The impact drove him deep, his massive shaft dragging along her inner walls and punching against her womb with every descent, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core. She had just cum, but the intensity of the sensation was addictive, and she was already chasing the next peak, her body moving with a frantic, instinctual need.

Harry’s hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, but his mind was elsewhere. It feels good, but… I can’t help but wonder how they are doing…. His vision was filled with the sight of Daphne’s back, the curve of her spine, the way her hair flew with each bounce, but his thoughts drifted to the bed. He could hear the faint, rhythmic creak of the mattress, the soft, almost inaudible moans from Susan, and the grunts of effort from Neville. The jealousy that had been simmering beneath the surface of his pleasure was now boiling over.

“Aaaah! I am cumming again!” Daphne screamed, her body seizing up as a second orgasm ripped through her in quick succession. Her pussy clamped down on his bare cock, milking it, trying to draw his seed from him. But Harry was focused on something else.

Right, this girl has a boyfriend… Damn it! Even though I got to fuck her bare pussy before her boyfriend, I am still feeling a little pissed! The thought was a cold, hard stone in his gut. He was sharing her, yes, but the fact that she belonged to Neville, that this was just a temporary arrangement, ignited a possessive, angry fire in him. He needed to assert himself, to brand her as his, even if just for this moment.

With a sudden, violent motion, he lifted her off his cock, the wet sound of separation echoing in the room. He spun her around and pushed her onto the bed, right next to where Neville was still thrusting into Susan. Daphne landed on all fours, her breasts pressing into the mattress, her ass presented perfectly to him. Harry didn’t waste a second. He lined himself up and drove back into her with a single, brutal thrust, his hips slapping against her ass cheeks with a sharp crack.

“Tell me! Does my dick feel good!? C’mon, tell me!” he yelled, his voice raw with anger and lust. He was railing her from behind now, each thrust a punishment, a claim. His right hand came down hard on her ass, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin.

Daphne, caught off guard by the sudden change in position and the force of his thrusts, could only gasp and grab the bedsheet, her knuckles turning white as she tried to anchor herself against the storm of sensation. “YES, IT FEELS SOO GOOOD!!!! IT IS HUGE AND MY PUSSY IS COMPLETELY STUFFED!” she screamed, her voice breaking as a third orgasm crashed over her. Her body convulsed, her legs trying to close, but Harry’s hips were in the way. A fresh gush of her juices sprayed from her pussy, wetting the bed and dripping down her thighs. Her asshole winked with each spasm of her pussy, a visual testament to the intensity of her pleasure.

Susan watched, her eyes wide, a deadpan expression on her face. She was still being fucked by Neville, but her attention was entirely on the couple on the floor. She saw Daphne’s face, contorted in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes watering with tears of pleasure. The contrast was stark. Daphne was experiencing a pleasure so profound it had broken her, while Susan felt only the faint, almost imperceptible friction of Neville’s five-inch cock.

“AAH! AHHHH! YOUR COCK IS GOING WILD INSIDE ME!!!, OH NOOO!I AM CUMMING AGAIN!!!!” Daphne had lost all control. Four orgasms in succession would do that to any woman, even she couldn’t have foreseen that her plan to get Harry to fuck her roughly was going to be so successful. Harry was squatting a little behind her, his hands gripping her hips, driving his cock deeper and rubbing against her G-spot with a precision that was driving her crazy.

(She looks so happy….it must feel really good….) Susan thought, her mind a haze of comparison and longing. She watched as Daphne had a face full of happiness, she couldn’t even close her mouth, her eyes watering with little tears running down her face as the continuous orgasms had completely broken any semblance of control she might have had. Her eyes were unfocused, and she had a look of adoration on her face.

“I am cumming inside Susan!!!” Neville grunted, his voice a single-focus declaration of his own release. While Susan was watching the other couple, he had continued fucking her, and now he was cumming inside the condom, his hips stuttering against her.

“Wow, so tight Daphnee, I am gonna cum! I am pulling out!” Harry felt his own climax building, the tight, wet heat of Daphne’s pussy, the way she milked him, the anger and possessiveness—it was all too much. He tried to warn her, to give her a chance to object.

“N-Noo! Just cum!” Daphne moaned, her voice a broken, pleasure-drunk slur. She wanted to feel his cum inside her, to have him mark her in the most primal way possible.

“Ok, got it!!” Harry roared. Hearing her consent, he lost all restraint. He began fucking her even harder, grabbing her arms and pulling them behind her back, using them as leverage to piston his hips with a furious, relentless rhythm. He was fucking her with all his might, his gigantic cock stretching her to her absolute limit, the head pounding against her cervix with each thrust.

“It is pouring inside! AAHHH! YOU ARE SHOOTING IT INSIDE! I AM CUMMING AGAIN!!!” Daphne screamed as she felt Harry’s cock push to the very end of her pussy, the head pressing hard against her womb. She felt spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum flood into her, coating her insides, filling her up in a way that made her vision go white. Her body went rigid, her back arching as the fifth and most powerful orgasm of the night tore through her, leaving her a trembling, sobbing mess beneath him.

The kiss was a shock, a sudden, wet intrusion that broke Susan’s trance. Daphne’s hand clamped onto the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her ginger hair, pulling her close as their lips met. Daphne’s tongue invaded her mouth, a desperate, sloppy exploration that tasted of sweat, sex, and the faint, metallic tang of Harry’s pre-cum. Susan’s eyes widened, her body tensing, a muffled sound of protest caught in her throat.

“Hey, what are you doing?” she spluttered, pulling back just enough to speak, her face flushing a deep, embarrassed crimson. She pushed weakly at Daphne’s shoulders, but the other woman was a dead weight, her body limp and trembling from her own relentless orgasms.

Daphne panted, her breath hot against Susan’s cheek. “It felt so good, I can’t even move my legs,” she slurred, her eyes glazed and unfocused. She was still on all fours, her body shuddering with aftershocks, a trail of her own fluids and Harry’s leaked cum dripping from her pussy onto the floor.

Harry, meanwhile, watched the scene with a dark, possessive satisfaction. Her pussy is overflowing with my cum…. he thought, watching as blob after blob of his pearly white seed rushed out of Daphne’s stretched pussy, staining the floorboards and leaking in a thick, steady stream. The sight was a trophy, a mark of his dominance.

“I want to fuck more!” he announced, his voice a low growl. He reached for another condom from the box, the one Daphne had provided, and carefully rolled it onto his still-throbbing cock. He made sure to hide the fact that the latex was already compromised, that the tip had a tiny, deliberate tear. He hopped onto the bed, positioning himself between Susan’s still-spread legs.

“Neville! You can have Daphnee once you are ready to go!” he called out, not taking his eyes off Susan.

Neville, who had been watching the exchange between the two women with a dazed, confused expression, was startled by Harry’s voice. He looked down at himself, his cock soft and pathetic, a mere two inches of limp flesh hanging dirty with the remains of his last orgasm. “O-okay… Ehh.. you can still go on?!” he stammered, baffled by Harry’s stamina. He watched as Harry positioned himself over Susan, then, deciding to give them privacy, turned his attention to the shuddering, cum-drenched form of Daphne beside the bed. The movement meant he didn’t see the condom, but Susan did.

HUH? Why is his tip sticking out….the condom is broken…. Susan’s thought was a lightning bolt of realization. She saw the latex sheath roll down his cock, but the very tip, the swollen, red head, remained exposed, glistening with pre-cum. The memory of the last time he was inside her, the raw, overwhelming sensation, clicked into place. Was it already broken the last time when it was inside me just now too…? But… if I say a word about this….

Harry saw the look of surprise on her face, the way her eyes darted to his exposed cockhead. Oh no! She noticed that the condom broke! Panic flared for a second, but then he saw her expression shift. The surprise melted into a determined, deeply embarrassed look. She didn’t speak. Instead, she brought her hands down between her own legs, her fingers trembling, and slowly, deliberately, spread her swollen, pink pussy lips, exposing her glistening, ready entrance to him. She was inviting him. She was asking for it, raw and bare, without saying a word.

Harry’s breath caught. Susan is spreading her pussy! This means…. He didn’t need to finish the thought. The invitation was clear. A determined look settled on his face, replacing the flicker of panic. He guided his bare cockhead to her entrance, the wet tip pressing against her slick folds.

With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her.

“AAAAAAAH! IT IS INNNNN! HNN! AAAHG!” Susan’s moan was loud, unrestrained, a sound of pure, ecstatic surrender that echoed off the bedroom walls. She didn’t care who heard. The feeling of his bare cock stretching her, filling her completely, was a revelation after the brief, disappointing interlude with Neville. The guilt that had been her constant companion since this began was now a distant memory, burned away by the searing heat of his penetration.

Neville, at the foot of the bed, watched with wide, uncomprehending eyes. He saw his girlfriend being fucked by his friend, her legs thrown wide, her body arched in pleasure, but his mind was too slow, too stunned to process the betrayal. His own cock, soft and useless, was a testament to his inadequacy.

Harry was lost in the sensation. Once again we are fucking right in front of her boyfriend, he reflected, a dark thrill coursing through him. The deeper I go, the tighter it becomes, it is obvious that deepest parts of her pussy were untouched before today. It is pretty different compared to Daphnee’s bare pussy. He could feel every ridge, every pulse of her inner walls, the raw, skin-on-skin friction driving him wild.

Susan was in a state of nirvana. His cock was dragging her insides, and after fucking Neville just now, she could pinpoint the difference with brutal clarity. Harry was fucking her pussy like it belonged to him, pounding into her womb with all his might, rubbing his head against a special zone she had discovered today at the very end of her pussy that, when struck, made her see stars.

Aaaah! AAAh! He is pressing on the spot that my boyfriend could never reach!….It is really different after all! Both the size and the stiffness! His cock feels way better! It doesn’t even compare!!! AAAAAH! Her internal monologue was a scream of realization and pleasure.

Does it feel better than before? Her reaction seems to says so… Harry thought, watching her moan and grind her teeth, trying to stifle the sounds but failing miserably. He placed her left leg on his right shoulder, changing the angle, gaining better traction, and pounded her pussy with all his might. He didn’t mind that she was trying not to cum; he wanted to make her cum so much, so hard, that she would forever remember him, this night, and the feeling of his bare cock inside her.

The pleasure was a tidal wave, a force of nature that swept Susan away completely. Her third orgasm in a row hit her with the force of a physical blow, her body arching off the bed as a strangled cry tore from her throat. “OOOOHH! AAH! NOOOO! I AM CUMMING AGAAAAIN!” she screamed, her voice cracking under the strain. Her pussy, already oversensitized and clenching around Harry’s bare cock, gave one final, violent spasm and then released a fresh gush of fluid, squirting around his shaft and soaking the sheets beneath them.

Harry felt it, the hot spray against his thighs, the way her inner walls milked him with a desperate, rhythmic intensity. He was piledriving her, his hips a piston of flesh and bone, and he took that moment to lean down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. His voice was a low, dangerous whisper. “Your boyfriend is enjoying my girlfriend too….so don’t hold back! Enjoy my cock to its fullest too!”

Behind him, the scene was a study in obliviousness. Neville stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes glazed, his attention completely captured by Daphne. She had leaned into his side, her full breasts brushing against his chest, her hand working his limp cock with a practiced, coaxing rhythm. She was whispering encouragement, her touch gentle and focused, trying to revive him. Neville was lost in the sensation, his mind too fogged with the simple pleasure of her handjob to notice the symphony of ecstasy playing out just feet away.

Susan saw it all in a fractured, hazy glance. I see… The thought was a cold splash of clarity amidst the heat. Neville was distracted, lost in Daphne’s ministrations. He wasn’t watching. The guilt that had been a constant, gnawing presence in her gut finally, blessedly, dissolved.

“I´M CUMMING!!!! MY PUSSY IS CUMMING AGAIN!” she moaned, her voice a broken, beautiful thing. The second orgasm in quick succession was a sharp, electric shock that made her toes curl and her vision whiten at the edges.

“Ugh! You got so tight! I made you cum again, huh?! My cock feels much better than your boyfriend´s yeah?!” Harry taunted, his voice thick with triumph. He could feel her trying to bear the overwhelming pleasure, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

It feels so good when he is inside!! Susan contemplated, her last vestiges of resistance crumbling to dust. The pleasure was a tsunami, and she was done fighting it. She gave in completely, wrapping her legs around Harry’s hips and back, pulling him deeper, locking him in place. The new angle drove him impossibly deep, his cockhead kissing the entrance to her womb with every thrust. “YESSS! OHHH..AAAH! AAH!” she yelled, her voice echoing in the room.

Harry felt the shift, the way she surrendered, the way she pulled him in. He was close, so close, and a wicked idea formed. I am pretty sure I won´t be able to do this again, so….. He leaned close to her ear again, his breath hot. “I am wearing a rubber, so it is fine if I cum inside right?!” he whispered, a lie wrapped in a question.

“FUEE?! AAAAH AAAH YESSS! YESSSH! DO IT!!!!” Susan shuddered, the words ripped from her. The lie didn’t matter; the permission did. She felt his cock planted firmly against her womb, the head pressing into the delicate opening, a hot, passionate kiss. “CUM! CUM….INSIDE…! UGGGH…AH! AAH!” she begged, her legs tightening around him, pulling him closer than ever before.

She came again, her third orgasm in a row, the hardest of all. It was a detonation, a white-hot supernova of pleasure that made her lose all control. As Harry pushed spurt after spurt of his hot, thick semen into her womb, the sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that she felt a warm gush from her bladder. She was squirting and peeing at the same time, a complete loss of bodily control under the assault of pure ecstasy. Her face rippled with the pleasure, her mouth agape, her tongue hanging out, her eyes rolled back and unfocused.

OOOH! I am cumming! I am giving her a creampie! Harry ruminated, the thought a dark, triumphant roar in his mind. As he came, taking advantage of the fact that their faces were so close, he couldn’t help himself. He crashed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth as he continued to pump his seed deep into her womb. Uggh! I can´t stop cumming! The load was immense, the biggest of his life, a claiming, a branding, a final, definitive act of possession.

“AAAAAAH AHAAAAH AAAAH, IT KEEEPSSS……” Susan stopped kissing him, her head falling back against the mattress as she moaned harder, feeling the endless, hot pulses of his cum flooding her deepest parts. Harry slowly, reluctantly, pulled his cock from her pussy. Fortunately, his cum was so deep, her womb and pussy so full, that nothing leaked out immediately. It was a secret, hidden inside her.

At the same time, another stroke of luck unfolded. Neville had not seen the kiss, the final act of betrayal. Daphne’s timing was impeccable. As Harry and Susan had kissed, she had worked Neville’s limp cock with a final, expert twist of her wrist, and he had cum, his eyes squeezed shut in blissful ignorance.

“Huh?! You came while it is soft?!” Daphne mentioned, her voice a mix of bewilderment and sly amusement as she watched a small, watery trickle of cum leak from Neville’s cock, which remained disappointingly flaccid.

Her words brought Neville back to earth. He opened his eyes, a flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck. He looked from Daphne’s smug face to the bed, where Harry was now sitting back, breathing heavily, and Susan was panting, her body glistening with sweat.

From their point of view, they couldn’t see it, but Harry could. As he moved, he saw the first sign of his victory: a single, pearlescent drop of his cum, mixed with Susan’s love juices, began to leak from her pussy, tracing a slow, deliberate path down her inner thigh toward her asshole. The sight was intoxicating.

Oh! Noo.. He came inside me…So this is how it feels when a man gives you a creampie…. Susan’s chaotic thoughts were a storm of sensation and dawning realization, a secret she would now carry inside her, a memory of pure, unadulterated pleasure that no one else in the room could possibly understand.

Daphne’s smile was a predator’s grin as she watched the scene from the corner of her eye, her mind cataloging every detail. Well, that was really fun! she thought, a thrill of satisfaction coursing through her. She had orchestrated the entire evening, and the results were even better than she had anticipated. Susan was a trembling, cum-drunk mess, and Harry was left with a secret he could never confess.

With a fluid motion, Daphne walked to the bed, her body still glistening with sweat and the remnants of her own pleasure. She moved to Susan’s side, her hands quick and decisive. “Okay! We won’t take too long…” she said, her voice a low murmur as she scooped Susan up from the bed, her movements swift and practiced to avoid drawing Neville’s attention. She carried her to the bathroom, closing the door behind them with a soft click.

In the bedroom, the atmosphere was thick with a different kind of tension. Harry sat on the edge of the bed, his cock softening, his mind racing. He couldn’t look Neville in the eye.

“Well, that was really fun!” Daphne’s voice echoed in his mind, a taunt and a promise. He forced a smile. “Uh… my friend… I am really glad your ED is cured,” he said, the words awkward and stilted.

Neville, oblivious, grimaced slightly. “Yeah, thanks… You really went all out on the last one, huh…?” His voice held a note of confusion, but he chalked it up to Harry’s enthusiasm.

“W-What are you talking about? I am jealous of you and your girlfriend! Besides, we got to do them the same number of times, so we are even…” Harry said, the words tumbling out too quickly, his nervousness evident.

Neville laughed, a short, barking sound. “HHAHAAH… you are right, we are even now!” The misunderstanding was complete, and Harry breathed a silent sigh of relief.

In the bathroom, the scene was entirely different. The air was steamy, the sound of running water filling the small space. Susan was leaning against the cool tile of the wall, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasms, when she felt a pair of hands on her ass. She startled, her heart leaping into her throat, and turned her head.

Daphne was on her knees behind her, her hands gripping Susan’s ass cheeks, spreading them wide. Her face was inches from Susan’s pussy and asshole, her breath hot against her skin.

“W-what are you doing Daphnee!!!” Susan let out with a startle, her voice a high-pitched squeak.

Daphne looked up, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Well, I know you are full of Harry’s cum, as I saw it leaking out of you, when we entered inside the bathroom, and you know what I want to taste it out of you. I want to taste if it taste different mixed with your pussy juices.” Her smile was wicked, her intent clear.

Susan’s mind raced. She could protest, she could push Daphne away, but the threat hung in the air, unspoken but understood. Daphne knew her secret.

“So what do you prefer,” Daphne continued, her voice a silky purr, “that I lick you clean of Harry’s creampie or that I mentioned Neville that you knew that Harry was bareback and that you let him creampied you?” The blackmail was delivered with a smile, but it was no less potent for it.

Susan’s shoulders slumped in resignation. “O-Okay!” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She relaxed slightly, leaning more heavily against the wall, presenting herself to Daphne.

Daphne didn’t waste a moment. She inclined Susan against the wall, positioning her so her pussy and asshole were on full display. Then, she leaned in and began to lap at Susan’s pussy, her tongue a warm, wet probe searching for the remnants of Harry’s creampie. She licked and licked, cleaning Susan of all his cum, her tongue teasing and flicking over Susan’s clitoris with maddening precision. Susan shuddered with each touch, her body responding despite her mind’s protest.

After approximately five minutes of this relentless oral attention, Daphne finished her task. She got up and grabbed Susan by the neck, pulling her into a deep, possessive kiss. She shared a bunch of Harry’s creampie with Susan through the kiss, her tongue forcing the mixture of cum and juices into Susan’s mouth, not stopping until she felt Susan swallow.

Susan was really close to cumming when this happened, and she whined a bit when Daphne stopped right on the edge to give her a kiss. But all her complaints vanished when she felt Daphne’s tongue move lower, licking and tonguing her asshole. The sensation was entirely new, a shocking, intense pleasure that she hadn’t known she was capable of feeling. Before she knew it, she started cumming for the last time of the night.

“AAAAH AAAHH I AM CUMMING!!!” Susan came really hard, her asshole clenching around Daphne’s tongue, her body convulsing as a final, shattering orgasm ripped through her.

Daphne got up from her position, a satisfied smile on her face. She looked down at Susan, who was now a puddle of spent, trembling flesh against the bathroom wall.

“Now you can clean yourself… I think this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship,” Daphne said, her voice dripping with sweet, sinister promise.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The water cascaded over Susan’s skin, a warm, cleansing stream that did little to wash away the phantom sensations still echoing through her body. She stood beneath the showerhead, her eyes closed, her hands absently scrubbing at her arms, her breasts, her belly. The scent of soap and steam filled the small bathroom, but beneath it, she could still smell the musk of sex, the faint, salty tang of sweat and arousal that seemed to cling to her pores.

I can still feel it inside me… she reflected, a shiver running through her that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water. She could feel the ghost of Harry’s cock, the way it had stretched her, filled her, carved a path deep into her most intimate places. The memory of his cum, hot and thick, flooding her womb, was a weight she could still sense, a secret she now carried within her.

The shower curtain rustled, and Daphne stepped in beside her, her body slick and gleaming under the water. She didn’t speak, just moved close, her hands coming up to cup Susan’s face, turning her head, and kissing her deeply. It was a slow, possessive kiss, her tongue exploring Susan’s mouth as her hands wandered, one cupping a breast, thumb circling a nipple, the other slipping between Susan’s legs to rub gently at her pussy lips.

“You are having heavy thoughts, relax… no one will know what happened,” Daphne murmured against her lips, her voice a soothing balm over Susan’s frayed nerves. The kiss deepened, a silent promise of secrecy, of complicity.

They showered together, the water washing away the evidence of their afternoon, but not the memory. When they emerged, wrapped in towels, they were fresh, clean, and outwardly composed.

Back in the bedroom, the atmosphere had shifted. Neville was in the shower, the sound of running water echoing from the bathroom. Daphne, ever curious, ever calculating, began to snoop around Neville’s room. Her eyes scanned the space, taking in the mundane details of a man’s private sanctuary, until they landed on his computer.

With a few clicks, she unlocked it—his password was embarrassingly simple, his birthdate—and began to browse. What she found was a treasure trove of secrets. A collection of porn, organized into meticulous folders, a variety of themes and genres, much of it focused on different methods of achieving an erection, of curing his ED without success. There were videos of prostate massage, of Cialis advertisements, of desperate men trying to reclaim their virility.

But it was a physical object that caught her eye, tucked away in a desk drawer. A book, its cover worn, titled Prostate Massage: A Guide to Healing and Pleasure. Beside it, nestled in a velvet-lined case, was a prostate massager, sleek and black, clearly unused.

Daphne’s eyes lit up with a wicked gleam. She picked up the book and the massager, holding them up for Susan and Harry to see. Susan, who had been sitting on the bed, looked over with a confused, innocent expression. She didn’t understand.

Harry, however, took one look at the objects and his eyes met Daphne’s. A silent, shared understanding passed between them, a synchronized thought that needed no words.

HIS ED REALLY BOTHERED HIM…

The implication was clear. Neville’s struggle wasn’t just a minor inconvenience; it was a deep, consuming insecurity, a source of shame that he had tried to cure in secret. The book, the device—they were evidence of his desperation.

Daphne set the items down on the bed, her smile sharp and knowing. “Look what I found,” she said, her voice light, but her eyes fixed on Susan, waiting for her to piece it together. Susan stared at the book and the massager, her brow furrowed in confusion, completely unaware of the dark, intimate truth they represented.