Harry's Perfect Summer (Ch. 14 - Stuck in the Living Room)

Harry's workout with Iris and Daphne had been intense to say the least. His muscles burned with exertion, and his heart pounded in his chest. But it wasn't just the physical activity that had him so worked up. No, it was the memory of their sweat-slicked bodies, their heaving breaths, and the teasing glimpses of their bare skin that had him feeling like he was about to burst. Which was exactly why he had decided to call the workout early.

He had desperately tried to work away his aching erection with his hand in his bedroom, but it was no use. He had become too accustomed to the girls' stimulation by now, and nothing he did could bring him to his release. And so, he had decided to take a dip in the pool, hoping that the cool water would help calm his raging libido.

So Harry made his way through the hallway, his swimming trunks snugly hugging his waist. He had been so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he had barely noticed the figure standing near the living room entrance until he was almost upon it. It was Daphne, standing there with nothing but a towel lazily slung over one shoulder, her lithe figure completely bared for his gaze. Her perky breasts were on full display, the rosy nipples hardened in the cool air. Her narrow waist led down to her curvy hips, a tantalising hint of her bare pussy visible between her long legs.

She looked up as he approached, and her eyes twinkled mischievously. "Enjoying the show?" she asked, a playful smile gracing her lips.

Harry's face flushed, his eyes locked onto her exposed flesh. He could feel his cock stirring in his swimming trunks, the desire to take her on the spot overwhelming.

"I, uh... I was just... going for a swim," he stammered, his gaze lingering on the smooth skin of her stomach, the only prospect on his mind that of bending her over the nearest piece of furniture and plunging his aching cock inside her.

"Mhm, sure," she replied teasingly, her eyes tracing over his athletic form. "I just finished the workout," she greeted him with a sultry tone. "I was going to take a shower, but then I realised I might have left my wand in the living room, and I need it for my shower if you get what I mean. Would you mind helping me find it?"

Harry was too flustered to reply, his eyes glued to her delicious curves. Daphne took advantage of his temporary silence, her hands casually cupping her bare breasts, her fingers gently teasing her nipples. Harry's gaze followed the motion, and he could feel his cock pressing aggressively against his trunks. He nodded eagerly, unable to form coherent words.

Daphne giggled, knowing exactly the effect she was having on him. She turned around and made her way into the living room, her curvy ass swaying with each step. Harry followed behind her, his gaze fixed on the perfect globes of her ass. With every step she took, her long legs stretched, and her pussy lips peeked from between them. Harry's cock throbbed, his mind a whirlwind of naughty thoughts.

"I think it's around here somewhere..." Daphne mused aloud as she entered the living room, turning to face Harry. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in loose curls, framing her face. The towel slipped off her shoulder as she moved, falling to the floor unceremoniously. But Daphne didn't seem to mind, her attention focused solely on Harry. She stood before him, her naked body on full display, her breasts perky, her nipples hard, and her pussy glistening with excitement.

Harry's mind was racing as he looked at Daphne, her body a vision of perfection. He couldn't help but feel a surge of desire course through him, his cock aching with need. But he knew better than to act on his desires, at least not right away. Daphne was a tease through and through, and she loved to play her games. Harry knew he had to bide his time and play along. So instead, he focused his attention on the task at hand.

"Let me see if I can find it," he offered, his voice trembling slightly.

Daphne's eyes sparkled with excitement as she stepped closer to him. "Thank you, Harry," she purred, her voice like velvet. "I'd really appreciate that."

Harry nodded, his gaze flicking over her body once more, taking in every inch of her perfection. Then he cast the Accio spell, summoning her wand towards him. It flew from its hiding place, landing neatly in his outstretched hand. He turned to pass it to Daphne, but she seemed to be distracted. Her eyes were fixed on his crotch, her gaze hungry and wanting. Harry's cock twitched in his swimming trunks, growing harder under her intense scrutiny.

He cleared his throat, trying to break the spell that seemed to have fallen over them. "Here you go," he said, extending his arm towards her.

Daphne blinked, her gaze snapping back to his face. She smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Thank you," she replied, taking the wand from his hand. But as she did, she fumbled, the wand slipping from her grip and clattering to the floor. It rolled under the couch, disappearing from view.

"Oh, no!" Daphne exclaimed, her voice laden with feigned shock, like she was acting out a play for his benefit. "I can be so clumsy sometimes..."

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at her predicament. He could have always just cast another summoning charm to retrieve it anew, and Daphne knew that just as well as him, but for some reason, she seemed to enjoy the charade. Harry watched as she bent down, her ass raised in the air, her pussy lips spread, and her wetness glistening in the light. She stretched out her arm, her fingers just inches from the wand, but it was still out of reach, the couch too low for her to retrieve it in her awkward position.

Daphne stretched with all her might, trying to grab the wand. She twisted and squirmed, her body contorting in ways that made her breasts jiggle and her ass bounce. All for that final inch. But as her fingers finally found purchase, she seemed to lose her balance, toppling forward under the couch. Only her ass and her pussy were left exposed for Harry to see, her legs spread wide and her wetness dripping onto the floor. Harry could hardly contain his mirth as he watched the spectacle, Daphne's teasing act making him even harder.

"Daphne, are you okay?" Harry asked, barely containing his laughter. There was no way she hadn't done this on purpose, but Harry was going to play along nonetheless.

"Oh, Harry, I'm stuck," Daphne exclaimed, her voice muffled as she tried to speak with her face pressed against the floor. "I think I can't get up on my own... Could you help me?"

He knew he should help her up, but he couldn't help but enjoy the view. She was so close, her pussy lips mere inches from his reach. He could feel the heat of her desire, her wetness seeping onto the floor. He was so close to taking her that he could taste her in his mouth.

Harry took a step closer, crouching down behind her. He reached out, his fingers finding her hips, his touch gentle. He could feel her tremble under his touch, and he knew she was enjoying this just as much as he was. She was one kinky witch after all. But still, he wasn't about to give in just yet. He knew that Daphne loved to tease, and this time, he was eager to play along.

"Sure, let me help you out," he murmured, his voice low and deep. He wrapped his arms around her hips, pulling her closer to him. Her bare pussy pressed against his swimming trunks, and he could feel her heat seep through it. She jolted, her body quivering in his arms, her pussy grinding against him.

Harry held her there for a moment, letting her feel his arousal, his erection throbbing in appreciation of her beauty. He could tell she was enjoying this, her breaths coming in short bursts, her body writhing in his arms.

"Harry, your swimming trunks... They're grating my pussy lips," she murmured, her voice strained. "Take them off!"

Harry laughed. A full-blown, genuine laugh. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying this as much as he was, but he couldn't help it. Daphne was irresistible, her teasing ways a siren's call that he couldn't help but abide by. He reached down, pulling his swimming trunks off, his cock springing free. It throbbed in the air, eager and ready, its tip slick with pre-cum.

Harry reached out once more, his fingers curling around Daphne's hips. He pulled her closer to him, his cock sliding teasingly along her pussy lips. She jolted, her body trembling in his arms, her pussy grinding against his shaft.

"Oh, Harry, yes!" Daphne moaned, her voice strained as she arched her back, pressing her ass against his cock. All semblance of her teasing act was gone, her body eager and willing for his big fat cock to finally spear her insides.

But Harry couldn't help but tease her back. He knew he had her right where he wanted her, her body trembling in his arms, her pussy practically flooding the floor beneath them in her juices. So, he pulled back just a little, letting her feel his absence.

"Yes? Is it working? Are you almost free?" Harry asked, his voice playful. He could see her hips gyrating, her pussy searching for his cock, eager to feel it again.

"Yes... I- I mean no! I mean, yes! Harry, just keep pulling!" Daphne moaned, her voice strained. "I'm so close, don't stop now!"

Harry laughed. His hands found her plump ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He pulled her closer to him once more, his cock sliding along her pussy lips, teasing her with his manhood. She jolted at the sudden contact, her knees practically giving away beneath her in relief.

He could feel her wetness spreading onto his cock, her pussy so slick with desire that it coated his shaft from his bollocks to the very tip. Harry groaned, the sensation almost too much to bear, his cock throbbing in his hand. He couldn't resist the temptation, not anymore.

Letting go of her for a final time, he grasped his cock in one hand and positioned himself at her entrance. Daphne was still on all fours, her ass in the air. Harry couldn't believe he was here, finally about to penetrate her.

"Okay, on the count of three, I'll pull you back," he instructed, trying to maintain his composure. This was it. "Ready?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm ready! Just... push your- I mean, pull me back!" Daphne whimpered, her voice full of longing as she pushed her hips back, trying to impale herself on his cock.

Harry counted down, his voice steady, his heart thumping in his chest. He had to set a precedence here. Show her who the boss was of this relationship.

"One."

He could feel another round of her wetness seeping onto his tip, her pussy lips parting in anticipation, her body eager for his cock.

"Two."

Her hips jolted, her pussy grinding against his tip, her body yearning for his manhood.

"Three."

And with that, he pulled. Daphne's body jerked backward, her pussy speared by his shaft, taking him in all at once. Harry groaned, the sensation of her hot, tight pussy too much to bear. He couldn't contain his pleasure, his hips thrusting forward in response, burying himself to the hilt.

"YES, HARRY!" Daphne screamed, her voice full of ecstasy as her pussy spasmed around his shaft, her muscles contracting and releasing, her juices flowing down his cock and onto his balls and the floor. She jerked in his arms, her hips gyrating and grinding, her body moving with his, her pussy milking him for all he was worth. "I'M CUMMING!"

Harry groaned, his hips bucking and thrusting as he tried to keep up with her movements. He could feel the tremors of her orgasm, her pussy rippling around his shaft, squeezing him. It was too much, too intense, too real.

But that wasn't going to stop him from enjoying this moment. He had waited years for this, to finally be able to take her, to feel her pussy around his cock, to be one with her in the most primal way. And now that he had her, he wasn't about to let go.

He drew back his hips, letting her feel the length and girth of his shaft until only the very tip remained inside her. Then, with a powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt once more, his balls slapping against her ass. Daphne cried out, her pussy fluttering beautifully around his cock, her muscles milking him for all he was worth.

Harry's hips bucked and jerked, his thrusts deep and powerful, his cock slamming into Daphne with a force that shook her to her core. Her body shivered in his arms, her pussy rippling around his cock as she took every inch of his length, every ridge and vein, every inch of his girth. Again, and again, and again...

"Fuck, Daphne, you're so fucking tight!" Harry groaned, his voice strained as he thrust into her, his hips bucking and jerking in a rhythm that he couldn't contain.

Daphne moaned in response, her voice full of pleasure as she took him in, her body moving with his, her hips gyrating as she met him thrust for thrust.

"Yes, Harry, yes! I want it all! I want you inside me, I want your cum, I want to feel you cum!" she cried out, her voice full of longing and desire, letting everyone within a mile's radius know exactly who owned her.

Harry couldn't believe it. He had waited so long for this moment, and now she was begging for his cum, begging for his release. He could feel it building in his balls, the pressure and tension coiling in his groin, the heat spreading through his body.

Harry's hands found her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her back onto his cock, his hips bucking and thrusting as he tried to fuck her into the floor. He could feel the tremors of her orgasm, her pussy rippling around his shaft, squeezing him and massaging him. And now it was finally time for him to join her.

"Okay, Daphne! Here it comes!" Harry moaned, the words wrenched from his throat as his orgasm finally tore through him.

Daphne screamed, her body writhing in pleasure as she felt his warm seed flood her pussy, his cum filling her to the very brim. Her knees buckled, her hips jerking as another orgasm suddenly tore through her, her muscles contracting and releasing, her pussy fluttering around his shaft.

Harry groaned, his hips jerking as he thrust into her one final time, his orgasm still rolling through him, his cock still pulsing as he emptied himself into her. He could feel her pussy milking him, her muscles working to wring every last valuable drop of cum from his shaft.

Slowly, Harry's orgasm subsided, his hips coming to a halt as he pulled out of her, his cock slipping from her pussy with a wet sound. Daphne collapsed onto the floor, her body trembling and spent, her pussy still spasming as the last ripples of her orgasm faded away.

"Oh, Harry, that was... that was incredible," Daphne murmured, her voice full of satisfaction, though still muffled from her position under the couch. "I never knew... I never knew it could feel like that..."

Harry watched as she lay there, her legs still spread, her pussy still leaking his cum onto the floor, her body still trembling as the afterglow of her orgasm finally subsided. And he couldn't help but marvel at what he had just done, at the sight before him.

It was a work of art, a masterpiece of the most beautiful kind. Her pussy was still wet with their combined juices, her folds still flushed and swollen from their lovemaking. And there, right in the middle of it all, was his cum, glistening in the light and proof of his conquest.

Harry barely registered the sound of the footsteps, his mind still lost in the sight of his handiwork. But then, suddenly, there was a voice, a voice that he recognised.

"Harry? Is that you? I heard some noises from here, and I was wondering if everythi- Oh!"

It was Emma. Harry's heart skipped a beat as he turned to face her, his mind suddenly snapping back to reality.

She was wearing a tiny skirt, one that looked more like a belt than anything else. Harry could see her bare pussy peaking out from beneath the skirt's lower edge, glistening in the light, a hint of her wetness running down her inner thigh. Her top was a red, lingerie bra with a cut-out for her breasts, the article of 'clothing' likely more for the sake of propriety than for actual coverage. The bra merely pushed her tits up, presenting them on a platter for his viewing pleasure. And her legs, oh, her legs, they were divine. She was wearing a pair of red, high heels that made her legs look even longer and more slender, her toes painted in a matching shade.

Harry's cock twitched at the sight, his mind still in a daze from his recent conquest. These girls were dressing sluttier by the day.

"This is not what it looks like," Harry tried, the only excuse that came to mind.

But he knew it was no use. There he stood, buck naked, his cock hard and coated in his lover's juices, with said lover's ass sticking up from under the couch, her pussy leaking his cum.

Emma chuckled. "Ooh, I think this is exactly what it looks like," she purred, her eyes twinkling with amusement and desire as she stepped closer, her hips swaying with each step.