Sex Therapy

“Why don’t you give me a good reason not to expel you?” Snape hissed in Harry’s ear. The green eyed bombshell had his legs spread to accommodate the older man between them.

“I can have three orgasms in an hour…” Harry purred twirling his fingers around Snape’s shoulder length hair.

“That was one time,” I rolled my grey eyes exaggeratedly.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Snape asked huskily.

“I can fit my whole fist in my mouth…”

“I see…” Snape watched as Harry demonstrated this skill.

“I can take a really big cock… I mean huge…” Harry continued wickedly.

I was hard for him and he was showing off for someone else…

“So are you gonna tell on me Severus?” the green eyed vixen asked wantonly.

“I think… we can work something out…” Snape said airily.

Potter reached for Snape’s robes. He began to unclasp the buttons of his shirt. I stood up and approached Potter from behind the desk he was seated on.

“He’s an evil little slut isn’t he?” I whispered pressing my lips to Harry’s ear.

He cringed, “Stop it Malfoy…” Harry snapped.

“I didn’t do anything…” I said sliding my hands underneath his shirt. He shivered as I worked my cold fingers deftly over his remarkable torso.

“You know professor… I have another interesting little tale for you…” I hissed kissing on Harry’s ear.

“Really?” Snape purred intrigued. He undid Harry’s zipper.

“Oh yea…” I grinned. I unbuttoned Harry’s shirt and undid the tie before sinking my teeth into his collar bone he gasped. Snape was sharing in my feast … but I was starving and I wanted Harry all to myself.

“Severus… can we sleep in your bed?” Harry asked.

“Potter, why don’t we take it one step at a time…” Snape said smoothly. Harry nodded resting his head on my shoulder while Snape fingered his cock.

“I’ve waited too long for this Potter,” Snape whispered fervently.

“Mmmm…. Fuck!” Saint Potter choked as I bit down particularly hard on his collar bone.

“If you’re jealous Malfoy…” the brunette boy hissed angrily, “You should leave! Now!”

I gave him a phony smile. “Don’t kid yourself Potter…” I sneered. Snape watched our interaction curiously. Potter climbed down off of the desk and faced me.

He glared at me running his fingers over the painful bite mark on his collar bone. Then he removed his pants. Snape took a deep breath and ran his pale eager fingers over the tanned colored skin of Potter’s ass.

“He needs lube professor... he’s tight…” I said pursing my lips, still failing to conceal my bitter tone. Harry bent over the desk and rested his head between his hands. He gazed at me, an icy gleam in his eyes. Snape opened his desk drawer and pulled out a potions flask with a clear thick liquid inside.

“Malfoy, I thought you wanted to make my fantasy come true,” Potter pouted.

“Of course,” I said through gritted teeth, I had no clue it would hurt this bad, sharing. I watched Snape rub the lubricant up and down his overwhelmingly large member.

“I hope it hurts,” I said hotly.

He grinned, “It won’t.”

“Slut,” I spat.

“If you boys are going to argue…” Snape started, he sounded annoyed.

“Nope. Professor, have at him…” I said coldly.

Snape glanced at me again looking rather uneasy. Then he regained his composure and pushed so slowly inside of my addiction. The sounds coming from the golden boy made me melt. I felt my knees buckling underneath me. I searched for my seat and watched him as he was pierced repeatedly by Snape’s devastatingly large cock.

The brat needed a muzzle. I rubbed myself raw to the sound.

“Malfoy…” Potter whispered after his first orgasm.

My heart was pounding in time with my throbbing cock.

“What?” I snapped.

Snape pulled out and the silly, messy boy fell dizzy to the floor. Snape backed away drained. The professor zipped up his fly; he had never fully removed his pants. His shirt, however, lay discarded on the floor below…

Snape was… hot or… classically beautiful when he wasn’t all buttoned up. He looked more his age probably late thirties. He had an elegantly sculpted torso. His skin was pale and soft like my own, but his black hair contrasted it stunningly. This made him appear to glow ethereal in the moonlight. He was like one of those vampires who swoop in and seduce you just before sucking you dry. He had smoldering, hungry eyes, a firm rigid jaw, and an easy look of sophistication that reminded me of my proper upbringing. I was now starting to realize why Harry fantasized so fixatedly on the older man, but this did nothing for my jealousy.

Potter was naked, as he should be, and panting on his hands and knees. He grabbed Snape’s shirt and pulled it onto himself. He was such a fucker. The shirt draped slightly off of him when he stood.

He approached me all shaky with our professor dripping out of him.

“I hate you,” I said coldly.

He smirked stretching his graceful body. “I wanted a three way…” he said.

“I want a two way,” I said callously.

“How about we take a little trip to my chambers?” Snape suggested. I bit my tongue and Potter agreed anxiously.

“Anything for you…” I hissed in Harry’s ear as we followed Snape down the hallway.

We were a scandalous trio. Snape was shirtless. Potter was wrapped up in the Professors oversized shirt with all of his clothing and his book bag in his arms. I was hard still concealing my transgression behind my books. If anyone saw us, I was sure Potter and I wouldn’t be the only ones expelled from school grounds.

Snape’s living chambers were quite sizable. His bedroom was large and comfortable. A king sized bed was in the middle of the room and the room was as neat and organized as the professor himself. He sat down, his back rigid on the bed. Potter threw down his things haphazardly and climbed up onto the bed straddling the professor’s lap and kissing him hurriedly.

“Fuck me again professor,” the boy cooed. I wasn’t the only addict. I breathed heavily trying not to let jealousy dictate my actions. It was all for him. It was his fantasy. I loved him. I could let him enjoy it. Wait…

I set my things down and climbed up behind the professor. I began to remove my clothing. Harry watched me while he impaled himself once again on Snape’s already hard cock.

“Come on Potter you said you wanted a three way right?” I asked softly.. Snape removed the shirt from Harry’s nimble body. Potter nodded his head. He reluctantly slid off of Snape who gasped anxiously. Harry stretched his body across the bed on all fours, with all the poise of a cat. He then filled his mouth with my overly aroused cock. Snape watched him from behind he and fingered Potter’s waiting bottom. Potter gasped on my cock as Snape bent down and pushed his tongue inside. I burned with lust and jealousy. I fingered his hair as his body shivered remarkably at the amount of pleasure he was receiving. I wanted to see his face. I wanted to watch him.

“Look at me pretty boy,” I whispered. He was panting with his mouth so full. He looked up at me through his long eyelashes, his black hair was wild, and his golden cheeks were flushed. His green eyes were barely recognizable as he was filled with sin.

Just the one glance rendered me incapable of holding it in any longer. I came desperately inside of his mouth. I began thrusting inside the warm cavern unable to stop myself, and then he started coughing. I stopped and pulled out.

“Sorry,” I whispered drained. Some of my cum stained his lips. I took his mouth to mine and kissed him in appreciation for what he’d just done for me. Snape was still feasting on his bottom and he sat up rubbing Potter’s sensitive hole. The boy was practically in tears. He shivered against me.

“Do you want me inside?” the professor asked. Harry was trembling so hard he couldn’t respond. I pulled him onto my lap. Snape leaned forward and kissed me over Harry’s shoulder. His lips were smooth and wet. I ran my hands through the man’s shoulder-length black hair. I was getting hard again with the weight of Harry’s body against mine. I bit down subconsciously on the man’s bottom lip and he gasped pulling away.

“I bite,” I grinned wickedly.

He rubbed his bleeding lip irritated and then he asked Harry again. The boy was breathing heavily. He was overwhelmed.

“Yesss... inside…” Harry barely created the words but his voice had me feverish with excitement. He climbed shakily off of my lap and he got up on his knees.

“You want to fuck me?” I asked him.

“Mmm hmm…” He swooned. I bent over in front of him waiting anxiously. He was shivering and I felt him moan as he was penetrated. Then he pushed inside of me. I closed my eyes and let the sounds swarm my feverish ears. He pushed inside of me screaming like a dirty little whore.

Oh Potter… you’d better hope the dark lord doesn’t ever catch up to you… he may just want a taste…

I grabbed at my cock while he filled me in again and out again, again, again, again….

I knew that this was impossibly wrong but as he filled me, screaming so hauntingly, I couldn’t help but to spill every bit of my soul into my hands. It stained the bed sheets. It felt so delightfully good. We came simultaneously just about. Snape was probably two thrusts behind. Potter was like dough afterwards, so unstable, so vulnerable.

Potter climbed up onto my lap and I leaned against the headboard to accommodate him. “I think I love you…” I whispered openly in his ear.

Snape was seated next to us on the other side of the bed.

With those words, Potter’s demeanor changed drastically. He climbed off of the bed at once and he hit me.

“I knew you’d pull this shit!” the boy shouted heartlessly. Snape raised his eyebrows quite shocked he was hardly expecting Potter to react that way.

“Hey Snape, you want to know about Potter’s first time?” I turned to Professor Snape, annoyed by Harry’s cold disregard of my feelings.

“Is this the story you mentioned earlier?” the professor asked his voice deep and concerned.

“Yup,” I said. Potter hit me again harder this time.

“Fuck you!” Potter yelled furious.

“What exactly did you do to him Malfoy?” Snape asked curiously. I ignored him and glared at Harry.

“Why don’t you want your new lover to know about your first time Harry?” I asked mockingly. He hit me again.

“Why do you always insist on acting like a fucking prick?” he growled.

I grabbed him roughly by the forearms. I was easily as strong as or even stronger than he was, physically. “Hit me again Potter…” I hissed.

“Somebody please explain to me what the hell is going on?” Snape snapped angrily.