November 2023's Patron-Votes Story - Harry/Tracey/Pansy/Daphne - Skin Care (Patreon)

Harry knew that he was an idiot for not seeing this coming. He was trapped in the Prefect’s Bathroom, naked, with three Slytherins facing him down. His wand was back with his clothes in the cubby near the entrance. He was completely defenceless, save for his limited skills in wandless magic and whatever he could do with his fists.

In the six months since he’d killed Voldemort, Harry had suffered from thirteen attempts on life. May had been the worst month, with six attacks happening then in the early days of Kingsley putting the Ministry back together. June wasn’t much better. The official celebrations of Voldemort’s defeat took place then, and a group of fledgling Death Eaters had tried to stage a coup at the ceremony at the Ministry. It was more thanks to luck than skill that Harry had managed to survive that attack, and the two that took place in the days afterwards.

July had been a quiet month until his birthday. The lack of attacks or rumours of any remaining Death Eater activity had made him complacent, and that left him vulnerable. More dark witches and wizards had tried to attack him at the Burrow, but Bill Weasley had recently put on a new set of protective wards that bought everyone enough time to get ready to fight back. Thankfully, the Aurors arrived in swift order, and the villains were defeated.

August saw two more attacks take place right before the start of the new school year. Both were dealt with swiftly by Aurors before Harry even knew about them.

The last attack happened at Hogwarts. Theodore Nott and several younger Slytherins, children of Death Eaters, tried to kill him one day when he was out flying on his broom. He’d disarmed and stunned all of them before they could land a hit on him.

These constant string of attacks had left Harry stressed. It was like Voldemort’s shadow was still following him around anywhere he went. Every time he was recognised in public and a crowd inevitably formed around him, he couldn’t help but wonder if anyone in it wanted him dead.

So, he’d been careful. He always kept his wand on him, as well as a couple backup ones he kept tied to the inside of his trousers. Kingsley offered Ministry support to help keep him safe also. His friends, Ron and Hermione, were even more scared for Harry’s safety than he was, and they kept watch over him like a mother hen.

All in all, he shouldn’t have let this happen, but he’d gotten complacent.

Other than the one attack, Hogwarts had been like a safe haven to him. After Voldemort’s defeat here, the belief in Hogwarts’s near-impregnability was at an all-time high, so there hadn’t been any attempts to breach the castle yet. Professor Slughorn had also been very diligent in reporting any suspected dark magic or negative sentiments towards Harry or the other students at the school. So far, there hadn’t been anything noteworthy that had required attention from Headmistress McGonagall or the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Harry had assumed that he was safe, and so he’d made the foolish mistake of taking off his wand holster when he went to take a bath. He should have known that Slytherins were sneaky. Those who were truly competent would keep their plans secret, and they’d strike when he was most vulnerable.

He recognised the three women who were surrounding him now: Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, and Tracey Davis. They were all in his year at Hogwarts, and all of them were as talented at magic as they were beautiful. 

Pansy had outgrown her pug-like face, as Hermione had liked to describe it, and had turned into quite the stunning witch. Her straight, shoulder-length, dark-brown hair was flawless and glossy and framed her face beautifully. Her short skirt helped to show off her long, pale legs, and her top was tight enough to heighten the impact of her smaller-than-average bust. Her arse was known to be one of the best among any witch at Hogwarts.

Daphne was the tallest of the lot, but she still stood a couple inches shorter than Harry himself. Out of everyone in Hogwarts, it was hard to argue against Daphne being the most attractive witch overall. With her straight blond hair, piercing blue eyes, aristocratic features, and near-perfect body, she made quite the impact on the imagination of the male population at Hogwarts. Everyone knew that she had a plump behind and had some of the biggest breasts at Hogwarts. Even though she rarely showed off her body in a sexual way, it only made everyone’s fantasies grow wilder.

Tracey was the least well-known woman in the group. She was short and had wavy brown hair that hung over her shoulders. She always seemed to have a bright smile on her face. She was loud, boisterous, and a fun person to be around, allegedly. She had a sizable bust, but it wasn’t quite as large as Daphne’s. The most noticeable thing she had going for her were her wide hips and cinched waist, which gave her body an outline that most women would kill to have.

Together, the three of them had been thick as thieves ever since the middle of their sixth year when Draco finally told Pansy to get lost. Pansy had moped around like a lost puppy until the two women had taken her in, and the three of them had been inseparable ever since.

The three of them were staring down at him curiously in the tub. The sudsy water covered most of his bits, but his scarred chest was on full display for them. Tracey was practically grinning from ear to ear as she openly ogled his body. Pansy seemed to be doing her best to smile at him, but it kept turning into a smirk. Daphne’s expression was neutral, but Harry could feel her entire focus on him.

“Hello, Potter,” Tracey said in a friendly tone. “Mind if we have a chat with you?”

“While I’m in the tub?” Harry raised an eyebrow at her. He wondered, if he grabbed one of the women’s ankles, could he pull one of them into the tub with him to use as a shield against any spells the others sent his way.

“We figured it’d be easier this way,” Tracey laughed and sat down at the edge of the pool-like tub. She stretched out her legs and reclined back on her elbows. “I take it you know why we’re here?”

Harry nodded seriously. “Trust me, it won’t work out well for you.”

“I don’t know about that,” Tracey hummed. “More than a few people think this is the best way to handle things. Isn’t that right, Daphne, Pansy?”

Pansy nodded her head. “We wouldn’t do this unless we were sure,” she told Harry. 

Daphne nodded her head as well, albeit with more reservation than Pansy. “It is not in my nature to be so bold, Potter, but we’ve been left with no other choice. We have to do this before someone else gets to you first.”

Harry shook his head, feeling a mote of anger starting to burn inside of him. “You seriously care that much about your own vanity?”

“What woman doesn’t?” Daphne shrugged. “We had to do something to help us stand out, and you’re the best candidate for the job.”

“Exactly!” Tracey exclaimed happily. “So, are you willing to go along with us on this?”

Harry snorted. “Yes, of course, I’ll just let the three of you kill me while I’m naked in the tub,” he snapped sarcastically. “What a story that’d make for.”

The three women paused and then looked between each other in unison.

“Does he not know?” Tracey was the first to speak, holding a puzzled expression on her face.

“I don’t think he does,” Pansy answered as she glanced down at Harry.

“He honestly thinks we came here to kill him?” Daphne asked, derision in her tone.

“You’re not here to kill me?” Harry asked with a frown, feeling like the rug was starting to be pulled out from under him.

“Merlin, no, Potter, we’re not here to kill you,” Pansy assured him quickly. “We’re here about your semen.”

Tracey clapped her hands together excitedly while Daphne just sighed and glared at him. Harry’s expression mirrored theirs from just a moment ago when they were confused about his misunderstanding about the situation.

“My semen?” Harry repeated, blinking slowly. “All right, what sort of stupid joke is—”

“It’s not a joke,” Tracey interrupted him. “We want your cum.”

There was a beat of silence as Harry soaked in that little piece of information.

What in the hell did they want his cum for? Did they want him to get them pregnant? Or was this for some type of nefarious, dark ritual?

“Why?” Harry asked, barely able to force the word past his lips as his mind worked to try to decipher their motivations.

“He really doesn’t know,” Tracey said with astonishment in her voice.

Daphne stepped forward then, pulling out a magazine from within her robes. She flipped it open to a few pages in and tossed it at the edge of the pool for Harry to read.

IS A WIZARD’S SEMEN THE BEST SKIN-CARE PRODUCT AROUND?

Dear readers, it astounds me to say this, but a wizard’s semen is a better skin-care product than any rejuvenating or skin-clearing product on the market today. Researchers out of the Department of Mysteries at the British Ministry of Magic have made this startling discovery in their never-ending quest to discover the magical secrets behind love.

Unspeakable Crawford had this to say about the matter: “It’s been well established that love plays an important part in the lifespan of a witch or wizard. The magical properties of love are intangible yet undeniable. Our research has shown that witches and wizards who are happy in their marriages live approximately thirty-three years more than those in loveless marriages. From there, we began exploring what other tangible benefits love could provide us, and we made a startling discovery that a wizard’s semen actually helps to keep witches happy and healthy. Our first peer-reviewed proof has shown that applying a wizard’s semen to a witch’s skin can help it stay healthier and clearer than any potion or spell available today. We plan to discuss our findings more at the annual Magical Love conference in Belgium later this year.”

There you have it folks! A wizard’s semen is the best skin-care product around. Unspeakable Crawford went on to explain to us here at Witch Weekly that the more magically powerful the wizard is, the better his semen will be for a witch. So, you’d best be on the lookout for some well-to-do, magically-powerful men, ladies! They might just save you a fortune in potion costs!

Harry looked back up at the three women with disbelief on his face. “You can’t seriously believe—”

“Trust me,” Daphne interrupted him. “I had my mother get hold of the research himself and vet it; it’s true.”

“We didn’t exactly have a long list of powerful wizards to choose from,” Pansy admitted, “but there was one who we all fancied.”

“You’ve got to be having a laugh,” Harry shook his head. “This is just some elaborate joke.”

“It’s no joke,” Tracey replied. “We want you to cum all over all of us. If we like the results, we’d like to make this a regular event.”

“There are plenty of wizards who’d give up an arm and leg to be in your position, Potter,” Daphne told him coldly. “You should be grateful that we’re offering ourselves to you like this.”

“Offering yourselves?” Harry repeated. “Don’t you just want me to cum on you?”

“Well, how are you gonna do that without a bit of help?” Tracey replied with a giggle. “It’d be cruel to make you do this for us without helping you out along the way. Besides, you’re pretty fit, and I wouldn’t mind having a go at you.”

“Remember, he has to cum on our skin, not inside of us,” Pansy told Tracey.

“I know,” Tracey replied, “but that doesn’t mean we only have to use our hands or breasts to get him off.”

“I’m not letting him have sex with me,” Daphne interjected.

“No one said you had to,” Tracey replied placatingly. “Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if you left him all for me.”

“Oh no,” Pansy snapped. “You’re not hogging all of Potter’s cum for yourself.”

“I’ll share it,” Tracey replied, raising her hands in surrender. “But unless you want to bend over for him, I’m just saying that I’m more than happy to make the sacrifice.” 

Tracey winked at Harry then, and his mind was finally convinced that this was real.

And that was the moment that his cock started to harden.

Harry was grateful that the waters obscured everything below his stomach. His cock went from flaccid to completely hard in seconds as Tracey blew him a kiss and the three women went back to discussing how they were planning on sharing his body if he agreed to go along with their plan.

It wasn’t even a choice he needed to contemplate for more than a couple of seconds. Since his eighteenth birthday, when he and Ginny mutually decided that they weren’t going to work out anymore, Harry hadn’t been with anyone. The constant threats against his life had left him worried about potential threats worming their way into his life. These three Slytherin women were certainly potential threats, but if they had wanted him dead, they could have easily done it right now while he was at their mercy. 

Pansy, Tracey, and Daphne were all beautiful in their own right, and if they wanted him to cum on their skin, who was he to refuse? Just imagining the three of them on their knees in front of him as they stroked his cock was enough to make him want to jump out of the tub and pounce on them right now.

“I’ll do it,” Harry interrupted the three women.

Tracey turned back to him with a beaming smile. “I knew you would.”

Suddenly, she leaned in then, her face closing the gap with his. Harry’s eyes slid shut when he felt her soft, pillowy lips meet his. The feeling of a woman’s lips against his own again sent a thrill through him like it was his first kiss all over again.

“We’ve only got another hour until curfew,” Daphne pointed out to the group, causing Tracey to break off the kiss with Harry. “We’ve got to hurry if we’re going to make it back on time.”

“Right,” Pansy nodded. Suddenly, a golden vial appeared in her hand, and she deposited it at the edge of the tub beside Harry. “This will increase the amount of cum you shoot out. Drink it, and then come out of the pool. We’ll start getting undressed.”

Harry quickly snatched up the vial and uncorked it. He could smell vanilla and salt in the golden liquid. There were no real signs of anything harmful, but just to be sure, he subtly cast one of the wandless poison-detection charms he knew. When the tip of his finger glowed a gentle green for a second, he knew it was safe.

So, Harry downed the potion in one go. A burst of energy coursed through him, and he felt his cock ache. It was a pulsing sensation that grew stronger for a moment before it subsided down to a gentle whine in the background of his mind. 

Setting the vial back down, Harry went to climb out of the tub, only to stop himself when he saw the sight before him.

Daphne had conjured a massive mattress. It looked easily big enough to fit eight people comfortably, and it covered much of the bare floor between the massive tub and the entrance to the Prefect’s Bathroom. As impressive as it was though, it wasn’t what really drew Harry’s eyes.

He was currently focused right on Pansy’s arse as she bent over facing away from him. It was just as beautiful as he’d always imagined it to be: full, heart-shaped, and perfectly grabbable. But what was even more noticeable were her pink pussy lips dripping with moisture in between her thighs. She looked so horny and ready for him, and he just wanted to take her right then and there, spanking her perfect ass until he had a perfect imprint of his hands on each of her cheeks.

Although the sight was beyond enticing, Harry’s eyes were drawn away as Tracey yanked her top off. She had a lacy, black bra on underneath, and she was watching him as she started to unhook it behind her back. When their eyes met, she winked at him, and then seductively leaned forward and pulled the cups away from her breasts. When she straightened back up, Harry was treated to the sight of two perfectly-shaped breasts topped with light-brown nipples. 

“Come on up here already,” Tracey called out cheekily to Harry as she started taking off her skirt. “We’re wasting time that could be better spent making you cum all over us.”

“Do you honestly have to be so crass about it?” Daphne asked Tracey. She was in the middle of taking off her own clothes too, but she was much slower about it than either of her friends. She’d stripped down to the purest white lingerie that Harry had ever seen in his life, and even with some of her most important bits still obscured, Harry was certain that she’d be the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“We’re gonna be giving him a tit wank in a minute,” Tracey countered, grabbing her breasts and lifting them up. “There’s no need to play coy anymore.”

Daphne’s eye twitched. “I’m not getting naked like you two.”

“Suit yourself,” Pansy shrugged as she kicked her discarded clothes off to the side. “But Tracey and I get first dibs on him then.”

“He’s all yours,” Daphne replied as she scowled at Harry. “Are you getting out of the tub or not? This offer won’t last forever.”

Harry scrambled to hoist himself up at that. It was awkward with his erection smacking against the wall of the tub, but he managed to get up somewhat gracefully.

As water dripped off of him, he got to his feet. Pansy sucked in a deep breath while Tracey’s lips parted ever so slightly.

“Fuck,” Tracey moaned, biting her lip. “I’m definitely going to ride that thing.”

“Will it even fit?” Pansy asked, looking astounded at Harry’s size.

Harry glanced down at his cock. He knew it was bigger than anyone else’s he’d accidentally seen in the Quidditch locker room or the bathroom, but he’d never exactly done a close-up comparison before. But if even Daphne was looking at his cock with wide eyes, he knew it had to be something special.

He walked the last few feet to the bed and dropped to his knees as he climbed onto the mattress. The three women were still in awe of his cock as he moved right in front of them.

“So, err… how should we start?” Harry asked, feeling a little unnerved at how they were all staring at him like this.

Tracey was the first one to recover. “Lie down,” she told him. “And let us take care of the rest.”

Harry laid down eagerly, resting his feet near the three women. The moment his head hit the mattress, Tracey and Pansy practically pounced on him. Their naked bodies rubbed up against his legs as they fought to be the first one to his cock.

Tracey turned out to be the fastest. She lunged forward and grabbed her ample breasts in her hands, squeezing them together, and slammed them down on Harry’s cock. Wet from the tub, Harry’s cock slid relatively easily between her breasts. A burst of pleasure made Harry’s hips jerk upwards involuntarily, and the tip of his cock smacked right off of Tracey’s lips.

“Damn it!” Pansy cursed as she got there just a second late.

“You snooze, you lose,” Tracey winked at her as she rubbed her breasts around Harry’s shaft.

Pansy’s eyes gleamed. “Same to you,” she replied before she opened her mouth wide and took the head of Harry’s cock into her mouth.

“Hey! I got to him first!” Tracey exclaimed.

Pansy wiggled her eyebrows teasingly at Tracey as she puckered her lips and sucked Harry’s cock loudly.

The sensation of Tracey’s breasts and Pansy’s mouth around his cock lit a fire in Harry’s belly. They both felt so damn good touching him like that, and their perfect, naked bodies wiggling on his legs just make the sensation even greater. He could feel their wet pussies rubbing along him, and he wondered if they’d let him fuck one of them after he came all over their skin.

In an effort to force Pansy off, Tracey started rubbing her breasts up and down Harry’s shaft while still holding them together. The tops of her breasts hit Pansy’s chin, but all that did was make her mouth open slightly, leading to some saliva dripping down his cock and helping to lubricate Tracey’s breasts.

“You two are pathetic,” Daphne said as she crawled over to watch. Seeing her breasts sway in her tiny lingerie and her perfect curves move made Harry’s cock twitch with excitement. “He should be the one begging us to do this to him.”

“Stuff it,” Tracey replied. “You can’t tell me that you don’t want him after you’ve seen what he’s packing. Besides, you were the one who suggested Potter as a suitable candidate in the first place, and I just so happen to remember catching you doodling hearts around his name in your diary on more than one occasion.”

Daphne’s cheeks flushed a deep red, but when she saw Harry looking at her, her expression turned angry. “Don’t look at me,” she snapped at him. “Focus on the two slags who are getting you off.”

“There’s no need for name calling,” Tracey said teasingly.

“That’s right,” Pansy mumbled around Harry’s cock. She took him deeper into her mouth, pushing Tracey’s breasts down with her face as she went. “Just because you’re gagging for your turn with Harry doesn’t mean that you need to get all jealous with us.”

Daphne pouted and crossed her arms beneath her breasts and looked away, but Tracey and Pansy didn’t stop their ministrations.

Pansy swirled her tongue around the head of Harry’s cock, gently teasing him while she applied as much suction as she could. Harry’s cock throbbed as he fought back the urge to jerk his hips upwards and slam his cock into her throat.

“How do my tits feel?” Tracey asked Harry with a sultry smile. 

“So good,” Harry groaned. 

They really did. The two soft, pillowy breasts were squeezing his cock from all sides as they bounced up and down his shaft. It felt incredible, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge.

He knew that they wanted his cum all over their skin, so he warned them when he felt his balls start to tighten up.

“I’m close,” he said.

Finally, Daphne turned her head, her eyes filled with interest, but she didn’t move to get any closer.

Pansy released Harry’s cock from her mouth and leaned in close with a greedy expression on her face while Tracey pumped his cock faster with her breasts.

“Come on,” Tracey moaned. “Almost there…”

Harry groaned, and he felt his orgasm hit. A moment later, a massive spurt of cum shot out of his cock and into the air above everyone’s heads. 

Pansy and Tracey both leaned in close and let the cum splatter across their faces. Then, the next spurt shot out of Harry’s cock and hit their chins. His thick, gooey cum dripped down their necks to their breasts, leaving them both with a glossy sheen to their skin.

“Yes!” Tracey exclaimed excitedly and kept pumping Harry’s cock for everything it was worth.

Spurt after spurt came, coating Tracey and Pansy all over. They were revelling in being coated in his thick seed, and the moment that the last few drops left Harry’s cock, they instantly started rubbing his cum into their skin.

“This is amazing!” Pansy exclaimed excitedly as she wiped off a thick glob of cum from her forehead and spread it down her arms. Almost instantly, her skin seemed to glow with a healthy hue before it settled back to its natural tone. A few spots of dry skin vanished instantly, as well as any signs of redness. Even a small mole disappeared.

“Hey! You got more than me!” Tracey shouted, realising that she’d already run out of cum. She tackled Pansy and pinned her down against the mattress before she started rubbing their bodies together in what Harry could only describe as the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the sight of the two naked women writhing against each other as they tried to spread his cum all over their bodies.

Even Daphne was looking on with barely disguised desire. Harry could tell that she wanted to join in too. The effects of his cum on their skin was readily apparent, and she was in on it.

“Okay, okay, it’s gone now,” Pansy laughed as she pushed Tracey off of her. She sat up and beamed at Harry. “That stuff of yours is fucking incredible.”

“I’m going to want some every day,” Tracey nodded in agreement.

Harry could scarcely imagine just how wonderful his life would be if he could do this every day. Letting these two beautiful witches pleasure him until he came all over them sounded like it was too good to be true, even after he’d already experienced it.

Tracey grinned and leapt onto Harry again. “I want more, and I bet Daphne wants to give it a try too.”

“No, I don’t,” Daphne replied, her cheeks red with embarrassment.

“You’ll get used to her acting like that,” Tracey assured Harry. “She’s just a little shy around blokes she fancies.”

Harry hesitated. He didn’t want to say anything to upset Daphne, especially if what Tracey was saying was true.

“You’re still hard, right?” Tracey said rhetorically as she took his cock into her hand. He was still fully erect and ready for more, but it was clear that Tracey wanted to use more than her breasts this time. “I want you to fuck me, and when you’re ready to cum, pull out and spray it all over me.”

“All over us,” Pansy corrected.

“Maybe he wants to see us rubbing all over each other again,” Tracey suggested lewdly. Harry’s cock jumped in her hand at the idea, and she giggled. “I think he likes that idea.”

“I do,” Harry nodded and started to sit up. He pressed his palms against Tracey’s breasts, and she arched her back into his touch. Her skin felt so soft where she’d rubbed his cum into her skin. “And I know just how I want you.”

Harry shoved her onto her back and landed on top of her. His thick cock was prodding against her inner thigh, and Tracey giggled with excitement.

“Fuck, you don’t know how hot that was,” she said, biting her lip up at him. “Go on, fuck me, Harry. I’m ready for it.”

“Let me help,” Pansy said as she slid around behind Harry. She reached in between his legs and grabbed hold of his cock before she angled it right up against Tracey’s sopping wet pussy. She rubbed his bulbous head up and down her slit, getting it wet with all of her juices, before she settled it in just the right spot. “Go slow,” she told Harry as she released him.

Listening to Pansy, Harry took his time as he sank into Tracey’s tight, hot, wet pussy. She sucked in a deep breath as her walls were forcibly stretched around his thick cock. Harry groaned and kept pushing forward, relishing in the way her walls were practically massaging his cock.

It had been months since he’d last had sex, so being inside of a pussy again was overwhelming. All of the sensations seemed so much more intense than normal, and Harry loved it. He knew he wouldn’t last long fucking this gorgeous witch, but he didn’t care. If they wanted this to be a regular thing, he knew that he’d have many more chances to fuck Tracey, and hopefully Pansy and Daphne too.

As Harry bottomed out inside of Tracey’s pussy, the woman let out a shaky breath.

“You’re so big,” she said with a nervous giggle. “I feel so full, but it feels so good.”

Harry pulled his hips back slightly, and Tracey moaned.

“Fuck,” she bit her lip again. “Keep going.”

So, Harry did. He set a slow but steady pace as he rocked in and out of her. Tracey seemed to be taking it in stride, adjusting to his length and girth inside of her quite well. 

Pansy was watching with rapt attention, even going so far as to slide one of her fingers inside of her pussy and starting to gently pleasure herself. Daphne was still sitting awkwardly off to the side, not quite involved yet not far enough away to be unable to watch everything with perfect clarity.

“Faster,” Tracey moaned eventually. She wrapped her legs around his waist and grabbed onto his shoulders, readying herself for him to pick up the pace.

Tracey’s pussy felt so perfect around Harry’s cock as he fucked her faster. Her walls clung to his shaft, begging him to stay inside, but he couldn’t stop himself when the friction from fucking her felt so good. She was wet enough that he didn’t have much trouble sliding back and forth inside of her though.

When Tracey’s breasts started bouncing back and forth on her chest, Harry knew that he’d hit the sweet spot. Each thrust into her left her gasping and moaning, and he was struggling to contain himself too. As much as he enjoyed sex, it was completely different when he had a partner like Tracey. Someone as beautiful and fun as her made this experience so much better, and the watchful gazes of Pansy and Daphne only spurred him on to show off even more.

Tracey’s pussy trembled around Harry’s cock as he slammed into her again. She was getting better at handling his size, likely thanks to magic, and that allowed him to be a bit rougher than before. He kept an eye on Tracey’s body and face and how she reacted. Anytime she gave a particularly strong moan, he knew that he was at the sweet spot, and whenever her moans started to die back down, he knew that he needed to pick things up a bit.

Barely a couple of minutes passed before Harry felt the first signs of his second orgasm of the night. It started as a tingle that quickly developed into a pressure. His cock started to scream at him to just fuck Tracey as wildly as he wanted until he filled her up with his seed, but he knew that the three women would be upset if he did that. His cum was for their skin after all.

So, Harry forced himself to get his body back under control. He focused on the mechanics of fucking Tracey: the way his hips moved, how he balanced his weight, and all of the little signs that told him if he was doing a good job or not. He forced his pleasure to the back of his mind and pushed onward, trying to make Tracey cum before he did.

His efforts seemed to be paying off. Her walls were starting to tighten up more around him with each moan that left her lips, and Tracey was crying out his name in pleasure.

“Oh, Harry,” Tracey moaned loudly. Her hands were clawing at his back, and her thighs were trembling with delight. “Merlin, you’re going to make me cum!”

Harry kept pounding into her as roughly as he dared, ensuring he kept hitting all of the right spots inside of her that made her tighten up beautifully around him. 

Suddenly, Tracey screamed, and her body tightened up as her orgasm struck. Her walls squeezed his cock in a chaotic pattern, and she shoved her breasts up against his chest as she sought to get as much skin-to-skin contact as she could.

Harry forced himself not to cum; it was difficult, but he just barely managed to hold on as Tracey rode out her orgasm. It was only when he felt her body sag back onto the mattress that he was ready to make a change.

“I’m about to cum,” he warned them all again.

Harry pulled out of Tracey just as Pansy pressed herself against his back and grabbed hold of his cock with both of her hands and started stroking him.

“Go on, cum all over her pretty face,” she cooed in his ear.

“No, Daphne,” Tracey said, gasping for breath. “Cum on Daphne.”

Daphne froze up as everyone looked over at her. The dampness in her lacy white panties was evident to everyone, as was the look of lust in her eyes, but she still seemed so embarrassed. “No, I—” she tried to protest.

“If you don’t take this chance, you never will,” Tracey told her friend. “I know how you feel about Harry and how much you want this. Forget all about the propriety that your parents taught you and go with what you want.”

Daphne bit her lip nervously, but it only took her a moment to make her decision. She reached behind herself and tore at the clasp holding her bra in place. As the cups fell away from her breasts, Harry was treated to the sight of the biggest, perkiest, most wonderful breasts in the world. The tiny pink nipples on Daphne’s breasts stood at attention towards him, and they were just begging to be sucked on.

Before she could talk herself out of this again, Daphne moved in close beside Tracey. She looked intimidated at how big Harry’s cock was as Pansy kept stroking it, but she stayed in place as she readied herself to get coated in his cum.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” Pansy whispered to Harry. “Can you imagine how much better she’ll look when she’s covered in your cum?”

Harry groaned. He couldn’t imagine it, but he hoped he wouldn’t have to wait too long to see it in person. His cock was so close to erupting, but he just needed that last push to send him over the edge.

“Tell him how much you want this,” Tracey told Daphne.

“I…” Daphne shook the worry out of her face, and suddenly she was back to her normal, confident self. “I want you to cum all over me, Harry! I want this every day, and if you ever get tired of using our breasts, I want you to fuck me until you’re ready to burst. Come on, give it to me!”

Harry roared in delight as Pansy’s last stroke sent him over the edge. There was a massive buildup in his cock before a thick spray of his gooey white cum shot out and splattered across Daphne’s face. Pansy kept pumping him as Tracey started rubbing her cheek against Daphne’s, getting a bit of Harry’s cum for herself. More spurts shot out, covering Daphne’s face entirely in his cum before Pansy aimed him down towards Daphne’s breasts. His next spurt completely covered her left nipple, and then the next one ran down a straight line along the valley between her breasts.

When the last drop leaked out onto Pansy’s hand, the woman rushed around him to Daphne and Tracey. The three of them collapsed in a heap on the mattress as they all started rubbing Harry’s cum into every inch of skin they had.

As the last bit of Harry’s cum soaked into the witches skin, they turned to him with hungry, predator-like expressions. His cock jumped in anticipation, and he let himself be pinned down onto his back as Pansy started to ride his cock.

These three witches were going to milk him for every drop of cum he had, but Harry couldn’t complain. It would be a beautiful way to go out.