June 2024's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Susan/Daphne/Tracey - Betting Their Bodies

Behind Potter Manor, the Quidditch pitch was alight with joy and fervour as Ron, Dean, Hannah, and Morag all chased after the Golden Snitch. The goalposts hadn’t been erected yet, but there was a small stand that could comfortably fit one hundred people. As it stood, there were a little over sixty of them spread out throughout the stands, cheering as the four flyers went zooming by.

“Last chance to place your bets!” Seamus shouted at the top of his lungs, struggling to get over the booming music that was playing over the wireless and the endless chatter of the former Hogwarts students. “How about it, Harry? Finally ready to get some skin in the game?”

Harry smiled at Seamus. “I’ll pass,” he replied, taking a sip from his firewhiskey. He didn’t like to bet on friendly games like this, especially knowing that he had a much keener insight on who made for a better seeker than anyone else here did.

“Boo!” Someone called out from behind him, sending up a bubble of laughter from those around them.

Almost everyone from his year and the year below them were here together. The year he was on the run led to the seventh and sixth-year students really bonding to protect the younger students from the Death Eaters at Hogwarts. That bond only grew the year after when many of the former seventh-year students returned to have a proper year alongside the former sixth years. They had all the same classes together and took their N.E.W.T.s at the same time, leading to a lot of new friendships being formed.

After the war, everyone tried to get together every month or two. What they’d experienced during the war had bonded them all tightly together.

It was nice having everyone around, Harry thought to himself. When he rebuilt Potter Manor to the exact specifications it had back when it was destroyed by Voldemort during the first war, he’d feared that the place would feel too empty. But having people around really livened it up, especially when a party was involved.

“Hannah’s almost got it,” Neville said proudly beside Harry. His girlfriend had been his pride and joy ever since the war. He raised his mug of beer high into the sky, laughing as Hannah performed a smooth barrel roll to snatch the snitch out of the air. “Yes!” He shouted.

There was a chorus of cheers and boos as Hannah swooped down. Seamus eagerly distributed out the winnings to those who had bet on Hannah—including a sizable sum to Neville—and offered smiles to those who’d lost.

“There’s always next time,” Seamus assured Tracey Davis, a pretty Slytherin brunette from their year. “You’ve got a keen eye for winners.”

“Quit buttering her up,” Daphne said from Tracey’s right. She flicked her blond hair over her shoulder and stared Seamus down with an icy-cool stare. “You just want her to bet because you get a cut of it.”

“And because betting can be fun!” Seamus protested. “I don’t do this entirely for the money.”

Daphne rolled her eyes. “If you really wanted things to be interesting and fun, you’d find something better than money to use to bet with.”

“Oh?” Seamus raised an eyebrow. “Do you have any suggestions?”

Laughs arose as Seamus wiggled his eyebrows. His implication was clear as he looked Daphne up and down.

“In your dreams, Finnegan,” Daphne snapped. “I’m not betting anything with you.”

“Then what about with someone else?” Seamus suggested with a cheeky grin. He glanced around the stands, looking for a prime target. It only took a moment for him to hone in on her. “Susan!”

The buxom redheaded Hufflepuff jumped in surprise at her name being shouted, making her drink slosh around in its glass. “Yes?”

“How would you like to make a bet with our resident Ice Queen here?” Seamus asked, gesturing to Daphne.

“On what?” Susan asked curiously.

“Err… the next match?” Seamus suggested.

Daphne nodded her head slowly.

“I’m in too!” Tracey said eagerly.

“A three-way, huh?” Seamus said, his grin threatening to break the bounds of his face.

“Harry should join in too!” Neville suddenly suggested, winking at Harry.

“I don’t like to bet,” Harry quickly protested.

“That’s only when money’s involved,” Neville countered. “You loved it when we’d place bets with Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans on chess games and gobstones.”

That was true enough. It’d been fun betting a random pool of beans and making the loser try all of them in a row. It led to some interesting combinations where someone might be stuck with pickled toe jam and mulch flavours lingering in their mouth.

“We still haven’t said what we’d be betting,” Harry pointed out, glancing around at Susan, Daphne, and Tracey.

“I think it’s obvious what you lot should be betting,” Seamus winked.

“Pig,” Susan snorted as she playfully shoved him.

“Alright, alright,” Seamus raised his hands. “Then how about something more tame? The losers of the bet have to serve the winners for an entire day. They have to do whatever the winner wants, within whatever limits you all agree to. Think about it: you could have someone to cook and clean your entire home for you.”

“That’s what house-elves are for,” Tracey pointed out.

“Yes, but you could give them a day off. The loser needs some sort of punishment,” Seamus argued.

Surprisingly, Susan was the first one to agree with Seamus.

“That’s not a bad idea,” she said thoughtfully. “My flat could do with a good cleaning since I don’t have a house-elf to do it for me. And I wouldn’t say no to a nice home-cooked meal and a back massage afterwards.”

“You see!” Seamus exclaimed. “It’s brilliant.”

Daphne didn’t look particularly won over, but Tracey’s eyes were brimming with excitement.

“So, if I win, you’re telling me that I could get Harry Potter of all people to serve me drinks by the pool while I make him wear next to nothing?” Tracey asked with a devilish grin.

Seamus shrugged. “If he agrees to do it.”

“I’m in!” Tracey shouted. She instantly turned to her best friend. “Come on, Daph. Think about all of the possibilities.”

Daphne eyed Harry with an expression that he couldn’t quite read. Perhaps she was considering the idea, or perhaps she was considering how she’d kill him if he agreed to it.

“Please, Daph,” Tracey whined, breaking Daphne out of her focus.

“Alright, fine,” she finally agreed.

Everyone’s eyes turned to Harry.

“I guess I don’t have a choice then,” he chuckled. “But if we’re doing this, then why don’t we each pick our own fliers for the bet?”

The three girls quickly agreed with him, and seconds later they were busy scoping out who they’d choose to fly for them. Meanwhile, Harry kept seated, simply sipping on his firewhiskey.

“Shouldn’t you go hunting for someone before they snatch up all the best fliers?” Neville asked Harry. “Daphne’s already buttering up Cho, and Tracey looks like she’s trying to convince Ginny to fly for her. Susan might ask Hannah to be her flier too.”

“I’m fine,” Harry assured him. “I’ve got it all well in hand. Just let me know once they’ve made their choices.”

Minutes later, Daphne, Tracey, and Susan all returned to the edge of the stands with their representatives.

“Quit lounging around, Potter, and pick who’s flying for you in the bet,” Daphne snapped at him.

“I’ve already picked him,” Harry replied easily, setting down his glass on the bench next to himself.

“Who? Longbottom?” Tracey asked with a furrowed brow.

“No,” Harry grinned. “I’ll be flying myself.”

“But that's…” Susan went to protest, only to stop herself short as her brain made a realisation.

“Not against the rules,” Harry replied. “Everyone’s been betting on themselves all day. I’m only doing the same.”

The three girls quickly looked to Seamus, the unofficial arbiter of all betting and rules.

“Hey, Harry flying for himself is fair game,” Seamus shrugged.

They all gulped nervously, knowing what was about to happen. No matter how many times Harry had flown in these games, he’d never lost once.

With a cocky smile on his lips, Harry got up on his feet and grabbed one of the nearby broomsticks off of the ground and started walking onto the pitch. “Are we getting started or what?” He called back to them.

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Another long Friday at the Auror Office had left Harry drained, but at least there were three good things waiting for him back at home. He still couldn’t believe that they were going through with this; he’d given each of them the opportunity to back out, but all of them insisted on fulfilling the terms of their bet.

Well, Harry wasn’t going to complain if they wanted this as much as he did. The thought of having those three gorgeous women as his personal servants for the whole weekend excited him more than he cared to admit. Although sex hadn’t explicitly been made a part of the bet, all of that teasing and subtext had implied that the loser of the bet was expected to take care of the winner’s sexual needs.

As soon as he was spat out of the floo into Potter Manor, he could smell warm spices and roasted meat coming from the kitchen. His mouth started watering almost instantly, but that reaction was tame compared to the one he had when he saw the two witches who were waiting to greet him.

Daphne and Tracey had always existed in the periphery of his experiences of Hogwarts. Like every other man in their year, he’d recognised them as two of the most beautiful witches around, but he hadn’t truly gotten to interact with them until after they’d all graduated. It was only then when he was up close with them that he was able to see their true beauty, both inside and out.

But all of his previous perceptions of them were instantly wiped away and replaced by the sight of them in these gorgeous maid outfits. These were some of the skimpiest things that Harry had ever seen on a witch. Two thin straps of lacy, white fabric led down to the outfit. The low-cut neckline exposed plenty of creamy cleavage from both of them, and their breasts were being pushed up and squeezed together to emphasise them even more. The skirt of their outfit was barely long enough to cover their arses, and they had sheer, black stockings that went up to the middle of their thighs. A strap that disappeared beneath their skirts kept their stockings suspended in place.

Daphne brushed her long, straight, blond hair behind her shoulders as she shot Harry an annoyed look. “Put your tongue back in your mouth, Potter, and quit staring at us.”

“You can keep your eyes all on me instead if you want,” Tracey giggled, leaning forward and giving him a perfect look at the tops of her breasts. Although they weren’t quite as large as Daphne’s, they were still incredibly perky and more than Harry could hope to hold in his hands. She winked at him when she spotted him looking.

“I might just have to do that,” Harry flirted back with her. If she was going all into playing up her role, then so was he.

“Let me get your robes for you,” Tracey said as she hurried forward, helping him to slip off the heavy, bulky Auror robes he wore, leaving him in a simple pair of trousers and a crisp, white button-up shirt.

“Thanks,” Harry smiled at her as she folded up the robes neatly in her arms.

“You don’t need to thank us for anything today, Harry,” Tracey told him. “We’re here to serve you.”

Daphne huffed. “Let’s just get this over with. Come, Potter. Susan’s almost done cooking supper.”

“Quit being so sour,” Tracey frowned at her best friend. “We’re here to serve him, remember? That means that we need to be nice.”

“I was being nice,” Daphne argued. “If I was being mean, I’d have cursed him for looking me up and down like a piece of meat.”

Tracey let out a sigh and shot Harry an amused look. “Do you see the dramatics I have to deal with all the time?”

“I’m not dramatic,” Daphne snapped.

Harry and Tracey chose not to say anything further, the looks they shared with each other said everything that needed to be said.

The two girls guided Harry through his manor towards the kitchens. But before they could go inside of it, they led him into the dinning room right next to it. It was a fancy room with a gilded chandelier and a long, dark-stained mahogany table with high-backed chairs lining it. It was the room he used whenever he had the Weasleys over and needed somewhere to fit everyone.

“Hi, Harry!” Susan’s bubbly voice called out from the kitchen. “I’ll be out in a minute! I’m just putting the finishing touches on everything!”

“Take your time!” Harry called back. Whatever she was cooking smelt delicious, and he was more than happy to wait if it meant that the food would be all the better for it.

“Let’s get onto it then,” Daphne said, turning around to face Harry. “Get your cock out, Potter.”

Tracey snorted. “Real good job at being sexy there, Daph.”

“He should be happy enough that I’m willing to suck him off,” Daphne pouted.

Daphne didn’t know how adorable she looked with that pout on her lips. It contrasted sharply with the maid outfit she had on in a way that made Harry’s cock throb with need. She was the picture of the perfect princess who was displeased that she lost a bet.

“You know that you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Harry reminded Daphne.

Her eyes narrowed towards him. “You won the bet fair and square, Potter,” she replied, sounding incredibly miffed. “And a Greengrass doesn’t go back on her word.”

“Trust me, she’s way more turned on by this than she’s leading you to believe,” Tracey chimed in.

Daphne shot her best friend a sharp look. “No I’m not,” she retorted.

“Right,” Tracey smiled, playfully rolling her eyes. “I bet if we checked your panties right now, they’d be completely soaked… if you bothered to wear panties at all.”

Harry heard Susan’s laugh ring out from the kitchen, but he didn’t dare make any sort of comment when Daphne had turned her gaze back onto him. She stared at him intensely, daring him to say anything. He held up his hands in surrender.

“Shut up and get seated,” Daphne said, regardless of the fact that he hadn’t said a word.

Harry sat down at the head of his long dining table and was surprised when Tracey pulled up a chair right next to him. She smiled as she leaned against his shoulder, pressing the side of her breast against his arm.

“I helped Susan cook,” Tracey told him. “I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“He’d better,” Daphne grumbled as she walked around to his other side. Rather than pull up a chair like Tracey had, she instead dropped to her hands and knees and crawled underneath the table. She pushed his legs apart and nestled right in between them, glaring up at him as her hands started unzipping his trousers.

“Slow it down there,” Tracey told her best friend. “The food hasn’t even arrived yet. Are you really that eager—”

“I’m not eager!” Daphne protested fiercely.

“—to suck his cock?” Tracey grinned.

Daphne pouted again, and Harry imagined what those lips would feel like wrapped around his cock.

“She won’t have to wait long,” Susan called out from the kitchen. A moment later, Harry heard her footsteps heading their way.

He’d expected Susan to show up wearing a maid outfit just like Daphne and Tracey were wearing. What he wasn’t expecting was to find her simply wearing a white apron and absolutely nothing else.

Susan grinned, strutting as she walked into the room with dishes laden with food floating behind her. Her gorgeous auburn hair was done up in a loose bun with several curled strands framing her pretty face. The white apron she had on was tied tightly around her waist, highlighting her wide hips. But Harry’s eyes were more drawn towards her bust. Everyone knew that Susan had the biggest breasts out of any girl in their year at Hogwarts, and that was only reinforced in Harry’s mind by the fact that her apron was struggling to contain them. The sides of her milky-white breasts jutted out on either side of the apron, and Harry could make out a clear outline of her nipples through the soft fabric.

Suddenly, Susan did a little twirl forward, revealing her bare arse to Harry for just a brief moment before she finished her rotation to be facing him again.

“Like what you see?” She asked him with a little giggle.

“Very much,” Harry said quickly.

“Good,” Susan purred. “Because we put a lot of effort into this for you. Especially Daphne.”

“No I didn’t,” Daphne protested again.

“Please,” Susan snorted. “You were on top of us all day to get our work done so that we could make a good impression on Harry.”

“I don’t care what Potter thinks,” Daphne snapped in reply, her cheeks turning red. “I wanted us to do a good job so that he wouldn’t think we were incompetent or trying to get out of the bet.”

“Right,” Susan rolled her eyes. “And all that time you spent in front of the mirror making sure you looked as sexy as possible was for your benefit too and not Harry’s?”

“Of course,” Daphne replied quickly.

“And when you moaned his name when you were taking an extra-long shower this morning, was that—” Tracey began to say, only for her to let out a hiss of pain when Daphne pinched her thigh.

“That’s enough teasing,” Harry interjected, biting back a laugh of his own. “We ought to eat before the food gets cold.”

“Good idea,” Susan said as she waved her wand and made the platters of food settle down on the table around Harry. Three plates came forward, along with the necessary cutlery, and a bottle of red wine and three glasses. Susan continued to wave her wand, pouring out healthy glasses of wine and distributing a generous helping of roasted meat, potatoes, and veg onto each plate. She finished the food with a pour of rich-looking gravy.

Like Tracey, Susan pulled up a chair next to Harry and nestled herself against his side with a happy smile on her lips.

“Now you can start sucking his cock,” Tracey told Daphne.

Daphne still acted like she was annoyed, but Harry saw her pupils dilate as she unzipped his trousers. There was an eagerness and intensity in them as she reached inside of his trousers and felt his length.

Susan and Tracey were both looking down eagerly too. They wanted to know what he was packing, and he was ready to show them. Seeing these three beautiful witches in their respective outfits had titillated his mind and body, and now that Daphne was finally touching him, his body responded accordingly.

His cock grew to its full size just as Daphne pulled it out, and the three women all gasped.

“Fuck,” Susan bit her lip as she stared at his long, thick cock.

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint us,” Tracey grinned, pushing her breasts harder against his arm. “Merlin, I can’t wait to get my hands on it.”

“You go third,” Daphne reminded her quickly.

Tracey laughed. “Of course. I wouldn’t dream of getting in your way, Daph. You can have your fun for now.”

“It won’t be fun,” Daphne pouted again.

“Oh, really? Well, if you want, I can just take over and—”

“No!” Daphne protested quickly, revealing how much she wanted to be the one to suck Harry off. She only realised a second later how powerfully she’d defended herself, and her cheeks blushed again. “I mean… I lost the bet too, so I have to do this.”

Her argument was weak; everyone could see just how aroused she was at holding Harry’s cock in her hand. She was already subtly stroking it, perhaps subconsciously.

“Are you sure?” Tracey egged her on. “Because I’m sure that my lips would look gorgeous wrapped around—”

Before she could even finish her sentence, Daphne had opened her mouth wide and claimed Harry’s cock for herself. She engulfed the head of his cock, sealing her lips tightly around his shaft and sucking hard so that her cheeks hollowed out.

Harry grimaced as Daphne’s teeth glanced at his shaft. Within seconds, it became quite clear that she wasn’t the most experienced witch at giving blowjobs, but she had more than enough enthusiasm to make up for it. Even as Harry winced from the uncomfortable sensation, Daphne was already working to correct it.

Her beautiful blue eyes stared up at him as she took him deeper into her mouth. She clearly longed to please him to the utmost level possible. Even when she failed to nail the exact reaction she hoped for, she didn’t become petulant. Instead, she tried something new, and Harry’s groans helped her to hone in on what worked and what didn’t.

Throughout the pleasure, Tracey and Susan took turns feeding him. They each had a fork and knife in their hands and took turns cutting up the delicious roast and the various vegetables on his plate and feeding them to him.

Harry was lost in the pleasure of it all. Having two gorgeous witches in skimpy outfits feeding him a delicious meal would be enough to turn him on normally, but the entire situation was heightened by the fact that Daphne was sucking his cock. It almost seemed as though whenever he exhibited a simple sign of pleasure from the meal or the two witches pressing their delicious bodies against him, Daphne would try to enhance the pleasure she was giving him.

Daphne struggled to even reach the halfway point of his cock. Her tongue was working on overdrive to compensate for that fact, but it was clear that she wasn’t satisfied with her performance. If she could gobble Harry’s entire cock in a single go, she would have done so long before now.

Still, Harry couldn’t complain about her efforts. Daphne was enthusiastic beyond belief, and that more than made up for her lack of talent. Feeling her tongue lather his sensitive cock left him gasping from the sheer delight of it all, and her tightly-sealed lips helped to stroke his cock in order to eventually induce an orgasm.

“How is the food?” Susan asked, whispering into his ear as she gently placed another forkful of roast into his mouth.

Harry’s taste buds roared to life as the savoury and salty flavours covered his tongue. “Delicious,” he answered, wrapping his arm around Susan’s waist. His hand snaked down to her firm arse and gave it a squeeze as Daphne sucked hard on his cock.

“Good,” Susan giggled quietly. “I made it just for you.”

Her warm breath against his ear sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. He wanted more from her, but it was impossible for him to try to replace Daphne when she was working so hard to please him.

His cock was experiencing a massage unlike any other as Daphne continued her efforts. She was bobbing her head up and down, easily finding a rhythm that she could operate optimally in.

Harry couldn’t hold back his groans as Daphne’s tongue circled around his shaft. It flicked up towards the head of his cock, teasing the most sensitive parts of him. Just as his mouth opened for another groan, Tracey pushed a couple pieces of roasted broccoli into his mouth. The wonderful flavour filled his mouth just as Daphne sucked hard on his cock again.

It was impossible for Harry to hold on for much longer. Her lips created a perfect seal to stroke his shaft wonderfully, and Harry quickly found himself losing control over his composure. Seeing this, Tracey and Susan only seemed to egg him on even further, letting their hands run across his muscles and whispering sweet praises into his ears.

Just as Susan went to place another piece of roast into his mouth, Harry cried out as Daphne found just the right spot to drive him wild. She barely even needed to stroke his shaft; the pleasure of her tongue and the suction of her mouth provided everything he needed to explode.

Surprisingly, Daphne managed to catch all of Harry’s cum inside of her mouth. Even when her cheeks bulged out and her eyes went wide, she kept his cum nicely kept and stroked his shaft with her hand to make sure that she got every last drop.

Finally, once his orgasm subsided, Daphne’s mouth left his sensitive cock. She opened it wide, showing off that milky-white cum that had pooled in her mouth. She swirled it around, letting it coat every inch of her mouth, before finally swallowing it down in one massive gulp.

Harry felt like he was going to pass out from the pleasure of having such a powerful orgasm elicited from his body, but Tracey and Susan helped to keep him sane. They kept feeding him food even as Daphne wiped her lips clean and slipped out from underneath the table. She found her wand on a cabinet nearby and cleansed her mouth of any remnants of his seed, leaving her with a minty-fresh breath that Harry could smell from across the room.

Eventually, the last of the food from Harry’s plate was gone. Susan and Tracey had fed him every last bit, leaving him satisfied without being overly full. He still had plenty of energy to move around and do anything else that they had planned for him, and even his cock had barely subsided in potency from his recent orgasm.

“Did that give you the energy you needed to keep on going?” Tracey murmured into his ear.

“We don’t want you falling asleep on us so soon,” Susan added. “Not when we haven’t gotten our turn with you yet.”

“I’m alright to keep going,” Harry told them both.

They helped him up out of his seat as Daphne began clearing away the table. She didn’t seem quite able to meet Harry’s gaze without blushing something fierce. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was the first time she’d ever sucked someone off before.

Regardless, Harry didn’t dwell on it for too long because Susan and Tracey soon pulled him away from his dining table and began to lead him upstairs towards his bedroom.

Their previous visits here served them well because they knew the layout of his manor impeccably. When they reached his large bedroom, Harry found a fire already roaring within the fireplace as well as several lit candles floating above their heads, setting a relatively romantic atmosphere.

“Now it’s my turn,” Susan said as she walked out in front of Harry. Once again, he was enraptured by her bare ass swaying from side to side before she turned around to face him.

Susan tore the apron clean off of her body, revealing her glorious figure. Her puffy nipples were just begging to be sucked on and teased with his tongue, and he desperately wanted to grab onto her wide hips while he ploughed into her clean-shaven pussy.

She was giving him the same bedroom eyes that he was using on her as Tracey and Daphne helped him disrobe. They were both taking their time and letting their hands linger over his muscular form. Harry quite liked the attention, especially since it lit a fire in Susan. She knew that these two would be more than happy to take her place, so she needed to fight to keep his attention on her.

It was something that she excelled at, Harry quickly realised. She moved and twisted beautifully as she crawled up onto his bed, letting her arse sway in what was undoubtedly an exaggerated motion but still looked perfectly natural. Seeing her labia between her thighs and the moisture that was forming there only excited Harry more, and he felt a strong need to chase after her.

Susan rolled over onto her back, keeping her knees pressed together and her bare feet covering up her pussy and arsehole. She glanced at him from around her legs with a sultry expression on her face. She was playing the game well; Harry was hooked.

“Go get her, tiger,” Tracey giggled, patting Harry’s bare arse as they finally pulled his pants down.

Harry leapt onto the bed and yanked Susan’s legs apart. He dove right into her pussy with his mouth, kissing her all over and letting his tongue dance out and touch her.

A low moan left Susan’s lips as she grasped a handful of Harry’s hair. “Oh yes, baby,” she moaned again, rocking her hips against his face.

She tasted delicious. Harry would’ve been a happy man to simply eat her pussy as his supper, but it was wonderful to know that she was a good cook too. Harry lathered her with attention, bringing his fingers into the fold to probe past her tight entrance and explore what lay inside of her. Those warm, fleshy walls clung to him as he coated himself in her juices, allowing his fingers to push deeper and deeper inside of her.

When he started curling his fingers inside of her pussy and his tongue found her clit, Susan let out a howl that seemed to even shock her. He’d found just the right spots to hit, and her body was reacting in ways she’d clearly never experienced before.

“Fuck,” Tracey muttered behind them. “I need him to do that to me.”

“I can try to replicate it, if you want,” Daphne suggested tentatively.

Tracey grinned and pulled Daphne in for a fierce kiss before the two of them started undressing each other.

As delightful as the sound of their clothes hitting the floor was, Harry couldn’t be dragged away from Susan’s pussy for even a second to watch what was unfolding behind him. He was enraptured by the way he was turning Susan into putty in his hands. Her breathing was coming in faster and faster now as he continued to smoothly finger her and tease her clit with his tongue. He performed wide, looping circles around it that only occasionally brought his tongue without touching distance of it. He let his tongue just barely graze her clit whenever his fingers returned to that sweet spot inside of her pussy, and even just that gentlest touch was enough to make Susan sing in delight.

“Enough, enough,” Susan said breathlessly as she thrashed about on the bed.

Reluctantly, Harry paused. He stared up at Susan’s heaving chest, enjoying the sight of the rise and fall of her breasts.

“Too much?” He asked her.

“Something I never thought I’d say,” Susan chuckled. “How the hell are you so good at that?”

“Practice,” Harry shrugged in reply. He’d had his fair share of lovers since the war ended. Harry knew that he was ultimately a people pleaser, and more than a couple women he’d been with had been keen on showing him exactly how to please them. He amalgamated what he’d learnt and had several different techniques he liked to try out on new partners, eagerly searching for whichever one suited them best.

“Whatever practice you do, don’t stop it,” Susan said as she lifted her arms up. She waved him forward. “Now, get inside of me. I want to cum on your cock.”

“I thought that you were the one supposed to be serving me today and not the other way around,” Harry chuckled. Regardless, he climbed on top of Susan. His slobber-covered cock prodded her thigh until he shifted his hips and lined up with her tight, hot, wet core.

“Trust me, I’ll be serving you some of the greatest pleasures you’ve ever experienced,” Susan told him as she wrapped her arms around his back.

Harry didn’t doubt her for a second. Even as he pushed forward and felt his cock slip inside of her tight pussy, he was already recognising just how intense pleasure could be with Susan. While Daphne had done a good job of getting him nice and warmed up, there wasn’t much that could compare to the sublime feeling of a pussy.

But what truly made the moment magical was how Susan reacted to his movements. She wasn’t shy or innocent; she had experience, and she knew how to use it. She rocked her body perfectly in time with his thrusts, ensuring that his cock pushed as deep into her as possible. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she used her heels to pull his arse towards her, making his thrusts harder and more exciting. She even managed to make her pussy squeeze him extra tightly when he was completely buried inside of her.

It was heavenly, and it wasn’t wrong to say that Susan was easily one of the best shags of his life, and they were less than a minute in.

Harry knew he wasn’t going to last forever inside of her, but he wanted to stretch it out as long as he could. Given the fact that she was doing her utmost to make him cum, he was going to do the same to her.

Harry started thrusting more aggressively, making Susan’s body jiggle on the bed. He was rewarded with the sweet sounds of her moans as he pushed her hard to try to get her just as revved up as he was. Thankfully, his tongue had gotten her started off, and now he was going to finish her with his cock.

Tracey collapsed onto the bed next to Susan, her hands holding Daphne’s head in place in between her thighs. She let out a satisfied moan as the wet sounds of Daphne licking her joined the sounds of Harry’s cock plunging in and out of Susan’s pussy.

Both Harry and Susan couldn’t help but glance over frequently at the two beautiful witches next to them and admire the pleasure they shared. Daphne was clearly inexperienced at eating pussy but very eager to prove herself, and Tracey was just more than happy to have someone to pleasure her like this since Harry was indisposed. But, ultimately, they kept returning their gazes to each other.

Harry could feel Susan’s pussy beginning to flutter around his cock. He was slamming himself balls-deep inside of her pussy over and over again, letting his pelvis grind against her clit as he did so. Her moans kept growing in intensity, as did her grip on his body.

She was gorgeous. Her auburn hair splayed out on the bed around her head was messy yet elegant at the same time. Her massive breasts kept jiggling in a way that drew his eyes in almost as much as her pretty face did.

He knew that she could feel his cock throbbing inside of her pussy just as much as he could feel her walls pulsing around him. It was a beautiful thing to be so connected to someone so intimately like this, and it was just as exciting to know that you were going to give them the ultimate pleasure they could experience in their life.

Harry couldn’t help but lean down to give Susan a long, lingering kiss as he kept fucking her. When he pulled back and saw her puffy lips curl into a smile, he felt his heart flutter.

“Are you gonna cum inside me?” Susan asked breathlessly, a teasing smile on her lips. “I want you to fill up my slutty pussy with everything you have. If you get me pregnant, it’ll just give me another reason to stick around after today.”

Harry groaned as Susan’s pussy tightened up around him. She was driving him wild with her incredibly lewd words. He’d always known that he wanted a family at one point, but he didn’t realise just how exciting and sexually thrilling hearing a woman practically begging him to knock her up could be. More than that though, he could see himself with Susan more than just for one day of fun. He could see himself with all three girls, really.

“Fuck yes,” Harry groaned, slamming himself forward again. “I’m—”

“Breed me!” Susan cried out as her walls clenched down around him.

Harry saw stars as he buried himself completely in Susan’s pussy and let loose every last drop of cum into her womb. He rutted against her, pumping more and more cum into her tight hole until he was left with nothing more than an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Susan’s orgasm made her back arch off of the bed, pressing her breasts against his chest as she thrashed and cried out his name.

And then she collapsed back down onto the bed, breathless and looking thoroughly stunned at what had just happened.

Harry lingered inside of her for several moments longer as the two of them caught their breath. Susan kept pulling his head down to hers to kiss him soundly, but eventually they both needed to move.

When Harry pulled his still-hard cock out of her, a thick river of cum dripped out of her swollen pussy and onto the bedsheets.

“Does this mean it’s my turn now?” Tracey asked through one of her moans.

“It does,” Harry grinned. He had plenty of stamina to keep going, and it wouldn’t feel right ending off the night without having experienced pleasure with the full set of women here.

A silver glint caught his eye as Daphne shifted back. Tracey’s wet pussy looked nice and ready for him, but down below was a wide sphere sticking out of Tracey’s arsehole.

Tracey’s eyes followed Harry's gaze, and she realised that he finally noticed what she’d prepared for him.

“I’ve been practising this for some time now,” she said as she rocked back and showed the plug in her arse. “I’ve only done it with toys before. You’ll be the first cock I take up there.”

Daphne’s gentle fingers grabbed the end of the plug and slowly teased it back. Tracey let out a deep breath, relaxing her muscles and allowing Daphne to smoothly pull out the lubricated plug. Her arsehole gaped slightly once it was fully exposed, and Harry could see plenty of lubrication there ready to help him.

But apparently that wasn’t enough for Daphne, who was supervising the entire thing. She kept Tracey’s arse cheeks spread apart and spat a thick glob of saliva right onto her arsehole.

“There we go,” she said, giving Tracey a spank.

“Thanks, Daph,” Tracey grinned as she flipped over onto her hands and knees.

Daphne crawled onto the bed in front of Tracey and gave her a sweet kiss. “You’re welcome.”

Despite how exhausted she looked, Susan shifted in the bed so that she could get a perfect view as Harry climbed up behind Tracey and her plump arse.

Daphne held Tracey’s head in her hands as Harry slowly pushed his cock past the tight ring of muscle that guarded her anus. Daphne’s spit and the lubrication that was already there helped him to ease past that initial barrier, but then all of his force continued without as much of a struggle and he ended up slamming the rest of his cock inside of her in a single thrust.

“Fuck!” Tracey moaned, squeezing her arsehole so tight around Harry’s cock that he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Thankfully, whatever training she’d done with her anal plugs helped her body to relax after only a few deep breaths.

“Sorry,” Harry grimaced, resting his hands on her plump arse cheeks.

“No, it’s okay,” she replied. “It was just a lot all at once. You feel even bigger inside of me than I expected you to.”

Daphne glanced enviously up at Harry’s face. It was clear that she was considering what it’d feel like if Harry fucked her arsehole.

Even with Tracey relaxing around his cock, she was still unbelievably tight. He started moving slowly at first, trying to prevent her from gripping his cock like a vice would, and it seemed to work out. Tracey’s body gently rocked back and forth on the bed as he thrust into her. His pace steadily increased over the next couple of minutes.

“That’s a good girl,” Daphne cooed as she leaned down and kissed Tracey. Tracey moaned into the kiss, but she quickly broke it off when Harry started thrusting harder into her. She didn’t want to accidentally smash her teeth against Daphne’s and send them to St. Mungo’s for the evening.

Daphne’s cheeks were flushed as she watched Tracey get fucked right in front of her. Her fingers went down to her bare pussy and started touching herself there.

Harry's hands squeezed Tracey’s arse before they moved up to her hips, gripping her tightly there so that he could really let loose and give his all to her. He loved making her arse jiggle as he fucked her.

In almost no time at all, Tracey started to come undone beneath him. He didn’t know if it was from Daphne’s cunnilingus or simply the thrill and anticipation of waiting for Harry while having to watch him be pleasured by both Daphne and Susan, but Tracey quickly lost control over herself. Her moans became more intense and frequent, her thighs and arms quivered, and she kept thrusting her arse back to meet his forward thrusts.

“Oh fuck,” Tracey moaned. “You’re going to drive me mad with this cock of yours.”

“Wouldn’t that be a pretty sight,” Harry groaned.

Daphne bit her lip and plunged her fingers deep inside of her pussy, scratching an lust-fuelled itch in there as best she could. “She’s already mad for you. She spent all week preparing for her arse for this. She said it’s either you or no one who’d take her anal virginity.”

“Is that right,” Harry grinned, giving Tracey’s arse a little spank. “Did you really want me that badly?”

“Yes,” Tracey moaned again. “And I absolutely chose right.”

“That you did,” Harry agreed, slamming into her tight arsehole.

Harry brought one of his hands in between Tracey’s thighs and quickly found her clit. He did his best to pleasure her with his fingers while he kept fucking her with everything he had. The bed rocked and shook as he pumped into her harder and harder, toeing the fine line between too much and not enough. He reacted to the signs he got from Tracey’s body and sped up or slowed down as needed, but neither of them were going to be satisfied with anything less than a steady climb towards the perfect rough pace.

Tracey’s moans turned into pleasure-filled whimpers as she struggled to contain herself.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she kept muttering as her body trembled more and more. Her control over her arse was getting worse, and she kept squeezing him incredibly tightly. “I’m so close.”

So was he, but he wanted to experience what it was like when she came while he was in her arse.

He held on, fucking her and pleasuring her clit.

“Harry!” Tracey screamed, collapsing onto Daphne’s lap.

Harry drove his cock forward just in time as her arsehole clenched him harder than ever before. Her entire body spasmed as he pumped her full of his sticky, hot cum. He flooded her arse, leaving him exhausted and groaning from the pleasure of it all.

In his post-orgasmic bliss, Harry couldn’t help but wonder how scandalous it’d be if all three of these witches moved in with him full time. He sure could get used to treatment like this, and from the satisfied looks on each of their faces, they looked like they could too.