Huge Surprise in Swim Trunks ch.14

Rough hands grabbed Daphne and pulled her from the tub. Water splashed, mingling with her squeal of delight as Harry tossed her onto the solitary cot. He had made it into a bed for himself, leaving the girls and his friend on the larger pallet on the floor, and he was glad he had put clean linens on it.

"I need to hear you say it," Fleur hissed, rising and grabbing Harry with surprising strength as he knelt on the cot.

"You," he growled, grinning at her in a hungry kiss. "I want you."

"I’m yours," she breathed, running her fingers over his face.

Slim legs wrapped around Harry’s hips, and her other hand reached down to pull his shorts off. There was a desperation in her movements that Harry stilled with a heavy hand on her breast. Fleur’s breath was quick, like a startled bird, and her fingers clung to him as if afraid he’d leave before the act was completed.

Low moans from Daphne and the faint trickle of water were background noise for Harry as he kissed Fleur’s neck. With calm movements and strong hands, he slowed her frantic motions without calming her. The grip on his cock softened to something closer to pleasure than pain, and she relaxed under his kisses, allowing his hand to slip between their bodies.

There was no need for foreplay. Fleur was so wet that she had already soaked through the wool blankets, and when Harry pulled off his shorts, he felt the damp heat on them. Heels dug into his thighs, and her mouth found his, softening as he felt the head of his cock press against her tight lips.

Fleur tensed at the last moment. Her eyes opened and met Harry’s, and instead of becoming awkward, their kiss deepened. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, and his hand gripped her hip, fingers sinking into the firm flesh of her ass and the curve of her hip. Hissing into his mouth, the blonde moved her hips up and down, and his eyes widened as he felt the firm nub of her clit rubbing against his cock.

Then she adjusted the angle of her hips and sighed as Harry sank into her. Fleur's eyelids fluttered as she stretched around him, and she stiffened beneath him when he felt her virginity. Being careful not to hurt her, he withdrew and slid back in, using all his willpower not to thrust into the heavenly embrace of her untouched pussy.

"Oh God... it's so... big... fuck!.. I!... Harry!.. Fuck me hard!"

Her nails dug into Harry's back and ass, urging him on as her desperate kisses covered his mouth and neck. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the small cabin, causing the hairs on his neck to stand up as he imagined his friends sitting twenty feet away, just on the other side of the wall.

The pleasure built rapidly. Fleur's pussy was the tightest he had ever felt, and her body in his arms and hot kisses soon brought him to the brink of climax. He felt her body tensing beneath him and watched as pleasure tightened her body until she was like a drawn bowstring under him. With effort, he held back his own orgasm, feeling Fleur’s climax ripple through her, and the tightening of her pussy around his cock made him explode moments later.

Harry gasped with delight as her virgin pussy milked every drop of cum from him, squeezing him so tightly it felt like she was milking him. Fleur’s voice nearly burst his eardrums as her scream of pleasure left her, and he thought his back must be scratched to high heaven. Then he remembered where he was and who was nearby. Jesus, what must his friends think?

The errant thought vanished as quickly as it appeared when Fleur hooked an ankle around his and rolled him under her. Shifting them on the narrow cot was awkward, but it gave him a chance to suck one small breast, then the other into his mouth as she straddled him.

Two small hands pressed Harry's back into the rough blanket as Fleur leaned back. Reaching up, she gathered her long blonde hair, tangled from their efforts, and tossed it over one shoulder. Her slender, firm body was stretched above him, torso elongated, and small breasts proudly jutting from her chest.

"I’m not done with you yet," she whispered with a smile, her voice hoarse from her earlier screams. Then her hands fell back to his chest, rocking her hips.

Harry's cock had softened inside Fleur, but between her tightness and his length, he stayed inside as they rolled over. Now Fleur was massaging his length with her internal muscles, rubbing her firm clit against his pubic mound. Harry’s hands slid to her slender hips, caressing her smooth skin. Pulling one back, he left a firm handprint on her pale ass, causing the blonde to gasp with pleasure and bite her lower lip, her arousal evident.

Water splashed, followed by dripping and wet footsteps on wood. Harry’s nerves lit up, reminding him they were not alone, and his eyes widened as he saw Daphne. The stunning teen had climbed out of the tub and sat on its edge, one hand working between her thighs on her tight, clean-shaven pussy while the other massaged her large breast, fingers digging into the firm flesh as she pinched and tugged.

Fleur turned her head to see where Harry was looking, and her smile grew. Grinding her hips into him, Fleur continued riding his again-hardening cock, her body undulating above him. She reached out and pointed a finger at her friend. Daphne slid off the tub, her body swaying hypnotically as she approached the bed. Their fingers intertwined, and the friends shared a passionate kiss before Fleur pushed her sister onto Harry. The blonde still ground against him, her body arched, and in the dim light filtering through the window, Daphne's full lips met Harry's.

Like with her friend, a storm of butterflies awoke in Harry’s gut as her soft lips caressed his. Gentle and searching kisses soon became hungry, and he felt the bed creak as Daphne climbed onto his side. Her torso lay across his chest, and he couldn’t resist moving a hand from Fleur’s hip to cup Daphne’s breast, his fingers caressing the soft but firm mound.

"It’s so hot," she murmured against Harry’s lips, her eyes catching the light as she gazed down at him.

"Mngghh," Fleur moaned in agreement.

One of Harry’s hands was trapped between Daphne and his side, but she shifted, pulling his wrist and guiding his hand to Fleur’s small breast. Smiling into the kiss, she turned to watch Fleur ride him, her fingers joining him as they worked over the soft skin of Fleur’s breasts, twisting and tugging the blonde’s nipples.

Harry hadn’t realized how sensitive Fleur was, and with a few well-placed caresses and kisses, she soon tipped over the edge, her screams echoing through the cabin. Her nails dug into Harry’s skin, making him worry she had torn flesh, but those concerns evaporated moments later when Fleur collapsed onto him.

They were both sweaty and sticky from their efforts, but she didn’t collapse in exhaustion after her orgasm. Instead, eager hands pulled him to her, and hungry kisses covered his face and mouth. Then she rolled to the side, against the wall, and Harry rolled onto Daphne.

Daphne bit her lower lip and gave Harry a nervous smile as she shifted beneath him. Due to the tight fit, her shoulders were crushed together, causing her breasts to press against each other. Large, perfect breasts were topped with hard nipples that begged to be sucked, and as her nervous fingers traced his slick length, he bent his mouth to one of them.

"Ohhh!" Daphne moaned, the fingers of her other hand tangling in the back of his head. "Yessss... oh God, this is perfect."

She breathed out those words as Harry’s teeth lightly grazed the sensitive skin, and his mouth nibbled at the areola. Her hand guided him to the other breast while the slender thighs of the teen wrapped around his hips. Daphne's fingers grasped his base, but it took her a try or two to align him properly.

When Harry felt her fiery heat against the head of his cock, he lifted his mouth from those heavenly tits. Her breath mingled with his short nervous pants that deepened as he cupped her neck and stared into her eyes. Daphne’s nervousness melted away, and he heard her breath quicken before he slid into her.

The blonde teen trembled beneath Harry, showing none of the bravado he had found in her friend. Like a fragile lamb, she submitted, entrusting him with everything, and he drew her close, slowly plunging into her depths. When her virginity tore, she let out a moan of shocked pain that moments later turned into a murmur of pleasure.

The fingers gripping the back of Harry’s head stiffened, and he felt her heels draw him deeper into her with each thrust. Soft, gentle kisses became hungrier as his hips rose and fell, and Daphne’s moans grew increasingly desperate. Soon his hips were pounding into the curved teen, and the cot creaked and groaned, shaking beneath them.

A hand pushed Harry’s to the throat of the blonde beauty, and she nodded, her eyes gleaming eagerly in the dim light. Rising slightly, he let his fingers close, careful to maintain pressure on both sides of her neck. Almost immediately, Daphne lost her breath, her body stiffening beneath him.

"Come on, big sister," Fleur murmured, her mouth right by Daphne’s ear.

The girl let out a quiet cry of pleasure, her body arching in the most erotic display Harry had ever seen. Her pussy gripped him just like her friend's, trembling as the orgasm coursed through her body. Feeling her go limp beneath him, he rolled her onto her stomach and slid back into her.

"Nghh!" Daphne moaned, her fingers interlacing with Fleur’s, while her other hand grabbed the sheet.

Harry's weight pressed her into the mattress as he drove his entire length in and out of her. Pulling back only a centimeter before thrusting in again, he reveled in the gasps and moans Daphne let out each time. One hand reached under her body, cupping her large breast, making his cock throb as he touched her perfect form. Turning his head, he met hungry lips as Fleur kissed him, her tongue sliding into his mouth, while Daphne's lips pressed against his neck.