Thanking Harry (Ch. 8 - Tracey's & Daphne's Threesome)

Breakfast the next day had been a fanfare of cheers, whispers and giggles as word spread throughout the great hall of Harry's and Hermione's antics in the library the previous evening. The news of his sexual exploits had travelled faster than wildfire, spreading through the castle like a plague, infecting everyone who heard it with a feverish desire to know more.

Harry didn't mind the attention. In fact, he quite enjoyed it. It wasn't everyday that one got to be hailed as a hero and a stud all in one go. And besides, it wasn't like anyone actually knew exactly what had gone down in the library. The current rumour was that he had fucked Hermione silly up against one of the bookshelves, and that she had been pleading with him at the top of her lungs to stuff more of his massive cock into her tight little cunt, which was only half true. But still, it made for a damn good story.

As breakfast drew to a close, Tracey caught up with him and Hermione as they were about to leave the hall, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Hey, Harry," she said breathlessly, falling into step beside them. "I heard what happened last night, and... wow, that must've been amazing."

Tracey looked absolutely stunning this morning, Harry thought to himself as he took in her appearance. Her long black hair hung in loose waves around her shoulders, framing her delicate features perfectly. Her dark brown eyes shone with excitement, and her lips parted slightly as she spoke, making Harry wonder what else those pretty pink lips would look like doing.

Daphne appeared at Tracey's side, looking somewhat less thrilled than her friend. "You don't have to tell him that, Tracey," she chided, rolling her eyes. "You'll only encourage him."

"Like you're not encouraging him already, Daphne," Tracey retorted, grinning mischievously. "The entire school knows he's stuffing you full every time the two of you patrol together. And now that he's banging Hermione too? You can hardly blame me for being excited."

Daphne glared at her best friend. "Shut up, Tracey," she hissed, casting a nervous glance around them. They were still within earshot of the Great Hall, and there were plenty of students lingering nearby, eager for any scrap of gossip they could pick up. "People will hear you."

"Let them," Tracey replied cheerfully. "They'll only wish they were you when they do. Besides, Harry deserves all the praise he can get. After all, he did save the whole bloody Wizarding World from Voldemort. The least we can do is flash him our tits and thank him properly."

Harry grinned, feeling his face heat up as Tracey's words sent another wave of excitement coursing through him. He loved how bold and uninhibited Tracey was, always ready to jump headfirst into whatever new adventure came her way. And the idea of seeing her flashing him her tits certainly sounded appealing.

Before he could even say anything, however, Tracey reached for the buttons on her shirt, popping them open one by one until she revealed the lacy white bra beneath. Then, without hesitation, she pulled the cups aside, exposing her perky, pale pink nipples to the world.

A few gasps echoed around them, followed by some hushed giggles and catcalls. Harry couldn't help but stare, mesmerised by the sight of Tracey's perfect tits bouncing gently as she moved towards him. He could feel his cock growing hard in his trousers, straining against the fabric as it tried to break free.

"Come on, Harry," Tracey urged, taking his hand and leading him away from the crowd, his arm wedged firmly between her still-exposed tits. "Let's find somewhere private where I can show you my appreciation properly."

Harry barely managed to wave goodbye to a beet red Hermione before Tracey dragged him before Tracey dragged him out of the Great Hall and down the corridor.

Daphne hurried after them, trying to keep up as Tracey dragged Harry off towards an abandoned classroom. She couldn't believe just how daring Tracey was being, especially considering how many people had seen them leave together. If word of this got out, the rumours would fly like crazy, and there was no telling what kind of damage they might do to Daphne's reputation.

"Wait, Tracey!" Daphne called out, trying to stop her before she could pull Harry inside. "What about the rumours? Everyone saw us leave with Harry! We can't just..."

But Tracey ignored her, pushing the door to the classroom open and pulling Harry inside behind her. "Why can't we?" she asked innocently, turning to face Daphne with a smirk. "We have already been seen leaving with Harry. People are going to talk regardless. And if people are going to talk about Harry fucking us both senseless anyway, I better actually get a taste of that big, fat cock while I still can. Don't you agree, Daphne?"

Daphne blushed, unable to argue with that logic.

There was no use worrying about rumours now. All they could do was enjoy themselves while they had the chance. So Daphne reluctantly stepped inside, closing the door behind her and following Tracey over to the professor's desk at the front of the room.

Once there, Tracey quickly claimed her spot, settling down onto the desk with her legs spread wide apart, her skirt hiked up to reveal her bare thighs and the hint of her damp panties beneath.

Harry didn't waste a moment, stepping forward to stand between Tracey's legs, leaning down to kiss her deeply as he ran his hands over her smooth, soft skin. His fingers wandered beneath her skirt, teasing the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs before sliding higher to cup her hot, wet pussy through her soaked panties.

Tracey's breath hitched as Harry's fingers brushed against her most intimate area, her eyes fluttering closed as she moaned into his kiss. She could feel his hardness pressing against her through his trousers, and she desperately wanted to feel it inside her.

"You never told me Harry was this good at kissing," Tracey murmured, breaking their lip-lock to look up at him. Her cheeks were flushed red, and her lips already looked swollen and well-used from their passionate embrace. "I think I might be falling in love."

Daphne rolled her eyes, smiling wryly at her best friend's antics. "Save your declarations of love for later, Tracey," she said drily. "You haven't even sucked his cock yet."

"Right," Tracey agreed, nodding eagerly. She glanced down at Harry's massive bulge, her mouth watering at the thought of wrapping her lips around his thick, throbbing shaft. But first, she needed to get rid of those pesky clothes. After giving Harry another quick peck on the lips, Tracey dropped to her knees on the floor, her fingers deftly unbuttoning Harry's trousers and pulling out his thick, throbbing cock. She looked up at him with wide, eager eyes, licking her lips as she wrapped her hand experimentally around his shaft. "Wow," she breathed, staring at his cock with a mixture of awe and excitement. "It's huge!"

Harry chuckled, looking down at Tracey as she knelt before him, her delicate little hands struggling to wrap fully around his girth. It was clear that she hadn't had much experience with cocks as large as his, or with cocks at all for that matter, but he had every confidence that she would learn fast.

Meanwhile, Daphne watched from the sidelines, feeling a mix of jealousy and excitement as she watched Tracey explore Harry's manhood. Part of her wished that it was her down on her knees, worshipping Harry's incredible cock instead. But she had been disdainful of Tracey's antics earlier, and she knew she couldn't backtrack now without losing some of her pride. Besides, she had already sucked Harry's cock plenty of times by now. If she wanted another go, it would just be a few days wait until their next patrol together.

"Like what you see, Tracey?" Harry taunted, grinning wickedly as he felt her small hands stroking his length. "I bet you want to take it deep in your throat, don't you?"

Tracey nodded eagerly, biting her lower lip as she stared at Harry's pulsating cockhead. "Y-yes... please..." she stammered, her heart racing as she imagined the sensation of having that thick, throbbing shaft filling her mouth and sliding down her throat.

Harry grinned, taking hold of Tracey's head gently and guiding her closer to his cock. "Go ahead then," he urged, watching as she leaned in to press her lips against the underside of his head. "Show me how good you are at sucking cock."

With that encouragement, Tracey opened her mouth wider, letting Harry slide deeper into her warmth. Her tongue danced along his length, teasing his sensitive spots as she struggled to fit more and more of him into her mouth.

Harry groaned, loving the feeling of Tracey's tight, warm mouth enveloping his cock. He loved the way her tongue flicked against his shaft, making every inch of him tingle with pleasure. And he especially loved the sight of her cute little face buried in his lap, her dark brown hair spilling over her shoulders like a curtain as she worked his length.

But despite her eagerness, Tracey was clearly still quite inexperienced when it came to sucking cock. Her movements were hesitant and clumsy, her technique lacking any real finesse or skill. Still, Harry found himself enjoying every second of it, simply because it was Tracey who was doing it. There was something incredibly thrilling about seeing one of the prettiest girls at Hogwarts working so diligently to pleasure him.

Daphne's resolve, however, was short-lived. As she watched Tracey's inexperienced attempts to pleasure Harry, she found herself growing more and more impatient. She couldn't stand by and watch her best friend fumble around with something she herself had mastered. With a sigh of resignation, she knelt beside Tracey, her eyes locked onto Harry's as she took his cock into her own hand.

"Here, let me show you how it's done," she said, her voice low and seductive. She guided Tracey's hand with her own, showing her the rhythm and pressure that Harry seemed to enjoy. Tracey watched in rapt attention, her eyes wide as she took in Daphne's every move.

Harry moaned, unable to resist the combined efforts of both girls. The feel of two pairs of soft, silky lips gliding along his length was heavenly, and he could hardly believe that this was actually happening. His fantasies were coming true right here in front of him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Before long, Tracey started to find her stride, following Daphne's guidance as she learned to bob her head in time with her handjob. She focused on swirling her tongue around the tip of Harry's cock each time she pulled back, coaxing excited gasps and moans from him.

Their threesome continued for several minutes longer, with Harry leaning back against the desk, his legs spread wide apart as Tracey and Daphne shared the task of pleasuring him. They took turns licking and kissing his shaft, tracing patterns with their tongues over his skin and nibbling lightly on his balls.

Eventually, however, Harry decided that they had played enough. He pushed them both away, standing up between them as he looked down at their flushed faces and heaving chests.

"Alright, ladies," he announced, his tone firm and commanding. "That's enough foreplay. Time to get naked."

Tracey giggled, practically bouncing up and down in anticipation. "Yes!" she cried out, quickly stripping off her shirt and skirt before discarding her bra and panties too.

Daphne followed suit, her cheeks heating up as she removed her clothes piece by piece, revealing her bare flesh beneath. Harry couldn't help but stare, drinking in the sight of her perky breasts and smooth curves as she stood before him, completely exposed.

Harry couldn't help but compare the two, noting their subtle differences and similarities. Tracey was shorter than Daphne, her petite frame barely reaching Harry's shoulder even with her heels on. She was slender, almost delicate, her pale skin contrasting sharply with Daphne's sun-kissed complexion. But where Daphne was tall and curvaceous, Tracey was small and lithe, her body leaner and more athletic.

Whereas Daphne's breasts were large and round, with full, rosy nipples, Tracey's were smaller and firmer, her areolas puckered tightly in excitement. And while Daphne's hips flared out dramatically, giving her a distinctive hourglass figure, Tracey's waist tapered in smoothly, leading to narrow, toned thighs.

Despite these differences, however, there was no denying that both girls were stunningly beautiful. Their bodies shone under the dim light of the classroom, their bare flesh gleaming softly as they moved towards each other, sharing a knowing smile. And going by how comfortable they seemed to be naked together, Harry knew that this wasn't their first time being intimate with each other.

"On you back, Daphne," Harry commanded, pointing at the professor's desk behind them. "I am about to create the most delicious sandwich ever made."

Without waiting for an answer, Harry picked Daphne up effortlessly, placing her down on the table on her back, spreading her legs widely open.

"Now then, Tracey," he turned to her next. "You will come lay on top of your friend, facing her, so we can make our sandwich complete."

Tracey nodded eagerly, moving over to lie down on top of Daphne. She pressed her tits against hers, looking deep into her friend's eyes as they settled into position. Their moist pussies ground against each other, making the two friends shiver in delight.

Harry grinned, taking in the view before him. It was like staring at a work of art - one that he would soon have the privilege of defiling. He stepped forward, running his hands over the two girls' soft skin, admiring their perfect forms as he went. Then, without further ado, he positioned himself between their parted thighs, sliding his rock hard cock between their sandwiched pussies.

The feeling of having two hot, wet cunts pressing against either side of his cock was incredible. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, amplified by the tightness of their snug fit. He loved how slippery they felt against his shaft, slickened by their mutual juices as they rubbed against each other.

"Please, Harry... just stick it in already!" Tracey begged breathlessly, squirming on top of Daphne as she tried to rub her clit against his invading rod. "I want to feel you filling me up!"

Harry chuckled, loving the eagerness in Tracey's voice. "Patience, my dear," he teased, continuing to thrust between their pussies, coating his cock in their combined wetness.

Daphne, on the other hand, was enjoying the show, biting her lower lip as she watched Harry's thick cock slide between her and Tracey. She could feel her friend's warm breath against her face, their breasts pressed together, and the hardness of Harry's cock against her clit. It was an intoxicating mix of sensations, and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

The moan quickly turned into a kiss, though, as Tracey leaned forward, capturing Daphne's lips in a passionate embrace. Her fingers wandered down to play with Daphne's breast, squeezing and kneading its soft mound lovingly.

Harry could sense that the girls were more than ready for him, and he was not one to keep a lady waiting. With one last slow thrust between their pussies, he finally pushed the tip of his cock against Tracey's entrance, feeling her inner walls yield to his invasion.

Tracey gasped into Daphne's mouth as she felt herself stretched wide around Harry's girth. The sensation was unlike anything she had experienced before, and she couldn't believe just how good it felt. She could feel every inch of him inside her, filling her up, stretching her insides until she thought she might burst from the pressure alone.

Harry began to thrust in earnest, driving his cock deep into Tracey's tight pussy, which was grinding against Daphne's clit. The two girls moaned and writhed against each other, their breasts pressing together as they kissed passionately. Harry's hands roamed over their bodies, groping and squeezing their firm asses and perky tits.

"Oh fuck, Harry!" Tracey cried out, breaking her kiss with Daphne as she threw her head back in ecstasy. "Your cock feels so fucking good inside me!"

Daphne whimpered, grinding her pussy against her best friend's as she watched him fuck her silly. "Don't forget about me, Harry," she pleaded. "I need your cock too."

Harry grinned wickedly, pulling out of Tracey's pussy and positioning himself at Daphne's entrance. "Don't worry, Daphne," he said, thrusting deep into her in one swift motion. "I've got more than enough cock to go around."

A whorish cry escaped Daphne's lips as she felt herself filled with Harry's massive cock once again. His length slid easily inside her, still lubricated by Tracey's pussy juices. As he started to pound away, the slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the room, punctuated only by the three lovers' ragged breathing.

"Fuck yes!" Daphne screamed, throwing her head back in bliss. "Yes, yes, YES!"

Harry pulled out of Daphne and thrust back into Tracey, alternating between them with wild abandon. Each time he changed holes, the friction against their sensitive clits made both girls scream louder, their voices rising higher and higher in pitch until they sounded almost animalistic.

Tracey moaned loudly into Daphne's ear as she felt the familiar feeling of Harry's cock bottoming out inside her. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the weight of his balls hitting her ass cheeks as he plunged deeper inside her. The way he moved within her was divine, sending shivers down her spine and making her toes curl in delight.

"I'm gonna cum!" Tracey screamed, her muscles tightening around Harry's shaft. She could feel the orgasm building within her, threatening to spill over any second now. "FUCK!"

Harry didn't stop or even slow down when Tracey came. Instead, he kept going harder and faster, pushing her further and further beyond her limits.

"YES! YES! I'M CUMMING!" Tracey shouted, thrashing on top of Daphne as wave after wave of pure ecstasy washed over her. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably under Harry's relentless assault, her legs kicking wildly in mid-air while her arms gripped onto Daphne like a vice.

As soon as Tracey finished coming, Harry pulled out of her and rammed into Daphne, pumping furiously into her as if trying to make up for lost time. He groaned deeply, feeling her pussy contracting rhythmically around his cock, milking him for all he was worth.

Daphne squealed beneath her friend, digging her nails into Tracey's skin as she tried to hold on. Every powerful stroke sent shockwaves through her body, causing her own climax to build rapidly.

"Oh fuck, Harry! I'm gonna come too!" Daphne yelled, bucking her hips fiercely as she chased her release.

But Harry wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot. He continued to pound away at Daphne's pussy, determined to give her an experience she would never forget. And sure enough, it wasn't long before Daphne followed Tracey over the edge, screaming in pleasure as she succumbed to her own intense orgasm.

"AHHHH! FUCK! YESSS!" Daphne cried, her vision blurring as waves upon waves of euphoria swept through her. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, pressed up against her best friend as they rode out their simultaneous orgasms.

Harry grunted, feeling the first signs of his impending climax approaching fast. He pushed himself to the limit, his hips moving like a piston as he drove himself towards his peak. He could feel his balls drawing up close to his body, signalling that the end was near.

"Shit, here it comes..." Harry growled, holding back a moment longer before giving into the inevitable. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside Daphne, letting loose a torrent of hot, sticky seed deep inside her waiting womb.

Then, with a primal roar, Harry began to alternate between the two girls, pulling out of Daphne just as he sank deep into Tracey. Their combined wetness coated his entire length, allowing him to slide smoothly from hole to hole without pause. Back and forth he went, each entry triggering another torrent of his seed and fresh cries of pleasure from the two friends.

Finally, Harry slowed down, catching his breath as he looked down at the two gasping girls beneath him. They were covered in sweat and sex, looking thoroughly fucked and satisfied.

He grinned, pulling out completely and watching as their gaping pussies slowly closed, leaking thick streams of white cream down their thighs.

"That was amazing," Tracey breathed, collapsing onto Daphne with a happy sigh. "I can't wait to tell Pansy, she'll be green with envy."

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. Knowing Tracey, she would probably do exactly that. Which only meant that more girls would line up for their turn with him. And honestly, who was he to complain about that? After all, there was no such thing as too much lovemaking. At least not according to Harry.