Unknown Prophecy (Ch. 59)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

Unknown Prophecy

Chapter 59

Hermione bounced on Harry’s cock like a woman possessed. She had her skirt hiked to her waist and her blouse hanging open, and her bare tits jiggled as she fucked herself on his long pole. Harry gripped her ass and let her set the pace, admiring the sight of her perfect, pale skin. Her thick, brown hair whipped up and down, her soft, pink lips were parted, and her eyes were glassy with arousal.

He was about to flip her over and pound her into the mattress when the door burst open. Daphne, Astoria, Tracey, and Pansy barreled into the room in a tangle of arms and giggles. They froze as soon as they saw Harry and Hermione. They suddenly went silent, and four pairs of eyes were glued to the scene.

Pansy said, “Why the fuck is Granger in your lap, Harry?”

Hermione just rolled her hips harder. “What does it look like?” Harry said.

Hermione gasped as his cock dragged across her g-spot. She kept going, not even pretending to be embarrassed. The other girls watched, gaping at the sight.

Daphne broke first. “Did you forget to tell us that you were going to bring over your little Gryffindor pet, Harry?” She tried to play it cool, but on the inside, she was feeling more than a little jealous. She was already annoyed that she had to share him with Pansy.

“I was going to tell you,” Harry said through a loud moan. “But she showed up early. I think she got impatient.”

Hermione whined as his spongy head continued to massage her g-spot. “I didn’t get impatient. You said I could come over whenever I wanted.”

Tracey said, “Yeah, but he probably didn’t think you’d be so … greedy.” She looked jealous, but also impressed. Astoria’s eyes were huge. She stared at Hermione’s tits, then at the place where Harry’s cock disappeared inside her. Astoria seemed especially fascinated by the way Hermione’s smooth lips stretched away from her body whenever she dragged her pussy up his shaft.

Harry locked eyes with Daphne. “She’s staying here tonight … with all of us.”

Hermione started to cum, and her fluttering pussy made Harry moan. Her back arched, and she gripped Harry’s shoulders tightly. “H-Harry, I’m …” She finished her sentence with a high-pitched squeal. Hermione’s body shook, and she collapsed against his chest.

Harry looked over Hermione’s head at the group. “Well?” he said. “Are you going to stand there, or are you getting undressed?” he asked while continuing to slowly fuck Hermione through her orgasm.

Pansy snorted. “You’re unbelievable,” she said, but she peeled off her shirt and bra and let them drop to the floor.

Tracey pulled her jumper over her head, then wiggled her hips and slid off her skirt. She wore nothing under it. Harry greedily stared at her bald mound. “Do you want us on the bed, or just to form a queue?” she teased.

Daphne rolled her eyes, but she was already stepping out of her skirt. She then unbuttoned her blouse, shrugged it off, and folded her arms, standing in just her lacy black bra and tiny panties. “Astoria, are you going to join or just stare at Granger’s cunt?”

Astoria went tomato red, but she nodded. She slid off her shoes and pulled her dress over her head. She wore a light-blue bra and matching panties. They were so tight that Harry could see the shape of her pussy.

Hermione had barely caught her breath when Harry began thrusting up into her harder and faster, making her squeal. “Oh!” she squeaked. “I can already feel another one coming!”

Harry grinned, grabbed her hips, and started to really fuck her. Hermione’s pussy took every inch, squelching loudly as he stuffed her. Her eyes fluttered, and she let out a whorish moan. Her body shook, and her toes curled in pleasure.

Daphne, not wanting to be left out, crawled onto the bed and knelt at Harry’s side. She leaned down, pecked his cheek, and whispered, “You can do me next if you want.”

He smiled at the gorgeous Slytherin as he yanked Hermione down onto his cock and held her there. Hermione’s jaw dropped, and her eyes rolled back. Harry didn’t let go as she squirmed on his cock. Pansy joined them, sitting at the head of the bed with her legs spread. She watched with a smirk. “She’s actually cute when she shuts up,” she said. “Keep her stuffed, Harry.”

Tracey slid in behind Hermione and started kissing her neck. “You’re shaking,” she giggled into Hermione’s ear. “Are you going to cum again, Granger?”

Hermione let out a cute, helpless whimper. Tracey reached around and squeezed her tits. Hermione gasped when Tracey rolled her nipples between thumb and finger. Hermione came instantly, and this time she screamed. Harry kept fucking her through it, not letting up. Hermione cried out and buried her face in his shoulder. Sweat ran down her back.

Astoria was still sitting on her heels on the edge of the bed, trembling with her hands in her lap. “It’s … it’s so intense,” she said. “She’s dripping so much.”

Harry beckoned her with one finger. “Come here, Astoria.”

She crawled across the bed, her eyes fixed on his cock as it slid in and out of Hermione’s spasming pussy. She bit her lip, entranced by the erotic sight. Harry stopped, and Hermione whined in protest. “Astoria. Help me put me back in,” he told her.

She reached down with trembling hands. She pulled Hermione up by the hips and lined up the cock with her slit. It was slick, coated with Hermione’s cum. The smell was thick and musky, and being so close to Hermione’s scent made her own pussy tingle. Before she could do it, Harry caught her wrist. “Clean it first,” he said. “That’s what good girls do.”

Astoria’s blush reached her chest. She bent down and took Harry’s cock in her mouth, licking up all the mess. Her tongue wiggled around the tip, and she could taste Hermione’s pussy on him. Harry groaned and gripped her hair. He made her take it deeper, and Astoria gagged but kept going. She pulled off, her face red and lips shiny with Hermione’s wetness. “Like that?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Perfect,” Harry said. “Now, put it in her.”

Astoria lined up the head again and pressed it against Hermione’s pink, gaping pussy. Astoria gasped as Hermione’s lips stretched up and immediately clung to the head once it had slipped in. Hermione dropped down and impaled herself with a loud, wet squelch. She was too sensitive, and she immediately started cumming again. She cried out and grabbed at the sheets.

Harry stood Hermione up until she was straddling him. Astoria knelt at their feet. He moved Hermione up and down, using her like a toy. Astoria reached between their legs and rubbed Hermione’s clit. She particularly enjoyed feeling his cock moving in and out of Hermione’s tight pussy against the palm of her hand.

Tracey said, “Slow down, or you’ll break her, Harry.”

Daphne removed her bra and panties, crawled over, and shoved Tracey aside. “I don’t think she’s that delicate.” She stroked Harry’s cock as it bottomed out in Hermione. Her hand instantly got wet and messy. Daphne then leaned forward and licked up the mixture of juices that leaked out around the base.

Pansy padded across the mattress and straddled Harry’s face. “Make yourself useful,” she said, wiggling until her clit was pressed against his lips. Harry sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it hard with his tongue. Pansy moaned and ground on his face.

Daphne leaned over to Astoria and whispered, “He likes it when you lick his balls.” Astoria obeyed, nuzzling underneath and sucking them in, one at a time. They were heavy and drawn tight with arousal.

Tracey, caught up in the frenzy, turned her attention to Hermione. She scooted closer so her face was in front of Hermione’s ass. Tracey leaned in and dragged her tongue over Hermione’s puckering asshole. Hermione shrieked and clenched her cheeks. Tracey used both hands to pry her cheeks open. She then wiggled her tongue all around the rim, making Hermione’s body quiver.

Harry felt his orgasm building and his balls aching for release. He grunted, “If you don’t want me to cream your cunt, you better move.”

Hermione gasped, “Do it inside, please. I want it.”

He slammed her down hard and came, spurting deep inside her. Hermione bucked and cried out before flopping forward onto his chest. Daphne yanked Hermione off and took her place, spearing herself on Harry’s cock while it was still thick and dripping. She rode him with wild abandon. Tracey kissed up Daphne’s thigh and licked the milky mess that dribbled out with each bounce.

Astoria kissed her way up Hermione’s collapsed body, ending with a gentle kiss to her cheek. Hermione surprised her by pulling her in and shoving her tongue down Astoria’s throat.

Pansy ground harder on Harry’s mouth. “Keep going … Suck it harder,” she gasped and panted. He tongued her clit faster, using the tip and flattening out, switching up until she screamed and convulsed. A flood of pussy juice spread across his face.

Tracey laughed. “Did you just …? You did!” Pansy wiped her cunt on Harry’s chin, then fell back, spent. Her legs were wide open, and she didn’t care who saw her cumming pussy.

It didn’t take long for Daphne to start cumming. She shuddered and squeezed Harry’s shoulders, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She didn’t stop riding even as her pussy squirted wetly down his cock.

Tracey moved behind Daphne, slipped her hand between their bodies, and fingered Daphne’s clit until she choked out a pleasured squeal. “Say please,” Tracey teased, and Daphne gasped.

“Shut up and keep going,” Daphne blurted out.

Astoria climbed on top of Harry as soon as Daphne was done. She lined up his cock, which was now shiny with everyone else’s cum, and eased it in. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers when her pussy was stretched. “It’s so big,” she gasped.

Hermione rolled onto her knees, reached down, and rubbed Astoria’s clit for her, smiling gently. “It hits all the best spots,” she said with a smirk.

Astoria moaned and clumsily rocked her hips. She was the least experienced of the group. Harry let her set the pace, but he chose a new angle, making her gasp. It took less than a minute for her to start cumming. Her pussy started fluttering and milking the last of Harry’s load. Harry reached behind her and rubbed her tight asshole while she came.

Tracey pouted. “It’s not fair. Everyone else got a turn.”

Harry motioned her over. “Come here.”

She threw a leg over his waist and straddled him, lowering herself onto his slick, spent cock. She bounced a few times, giggling. “It’s still hard. How do you do that?” She looked down at him, amazed.

“Maybe because I’m always surrounded by such sexy women,” Harry smirked, and Tracey smiled beautifully, clearly pleased by his response. Tracey suddenly gasped and bit her lip as the head found her favorite spot. She rode him fast and rough, wanting to cum as quickly as possible. Harry watched her tits bounce, and he admired the way she didn’t care who saw her or how loud she got. She obviously liked putting on a show.

Hermione pressed against Harry’s side and watched Tracey intently. She reached over and gently stroked Tracey’s nipples, pinching and rolling them. Tracey moaned louder. Astoria curled up at the foot of the bed, exhausted and glowing. Pansy was sprawled out with one leg dangling off the side, watching the others through hooded eyes. Her fingers were lazily rubbing circles around her swollen clit.

Daphne wasn’t satisfied, and she crawled between Tracey’s legs and started licking where Harry’s cock entered her. She sucked on the swollen, slippery lips, getting her tongue right up next to the shaft. Tracey groaned and ground down harder. Harry grabbed Tracey’s ass, held her in place, and pounded up into her. Tracey came instantly, shuddering and yelping as she milked him for every last drop. Once Tracey had stopped shaking, she rolled off of him.

Harry wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. He seized Hermione by the wrists and flipped her over, pinning her to the bed. She squeaked at the sudden movement, but her eyes were glazed and eager. Wordlessly, Harry spread her thighs and cradled her hips in his hands. Her pussy was bright and shining. Her lips were pink and puffy from being fucked raw, and her clit was swollen and red. He drove his cock inside her, loving the desperate way she arched her back to welcome him.

Astoria, who had curled up at the foot of the bed, listening to every desperate gasp Hermione made. Harry called her over. She didn’t hesitate to crawl forward, her face burning, and her body trembling with anticipation. Harry grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up so that she straddled Hermione, chest to chest. Astoria let out a squeak as their nipples grazed, and her dark hair fell over Hermione’s face.

Astoria slid down slowly, mashing her mound against Hermione’s. The heat and slickness of their two pussies were almost unbearable. Harry pressed the head of his cock between both of their pussies, letting it glide between their wet, puffy lips. He began to thrust slowly, rocking Astoria and Hermione’s bodies together while grinding their clits against his shaft. The hot, slippery friction was intense, and each stroke sent shudders through both girls. Hermione’s hands flew up to grab Astoria’s ass. She pulled Astoria down and pressed their cunts together around Harry’s cock. Both of them whimpered, moaned, and then let their voices rise unabashedly as he picked up speed.

Astoria’s hips bucked, forcing Hermione’s hips to lift in response, and the bed rattled beneath them. Harry watched as his cock disappeared between their sticky mounds and reappeared again, shiny and wet. The air was thick with the smell of sex. Sweat ran down Harry’s chest, and both girls’ hair clung to their faces. He could feel them getting wetter, and soon, his cock was drenched in their juices.

He leaned down and kissed the back of Astoria’s neck. She whimpered and clung to Hermione’s breasts. Hermione seized the moment to suck Astoria’s nipple. Her lips wrapped around the stiff bead while her tongue lapped at the sensitive tip. Astoria gasped and writhed, her hands clawing at the bedsheets. Harry set a brutal pace, fucking the two of them together and using his cock to massage their hard, throbbing clits. He could feel them both spasming, and their thighs tensed. Their hands gripped anything they could reach, including each other, him, and the bed.

Each time Harry’s cock bottomed out, Hermione screamed in pleasure. Each time he pressed forward, Astoria moaned like a whore. Astoria came first, her body violently shaking. Hermione came a second later. Their moans intertwined and rose to a high pitch. Harry didn’t stop, not even as they convulsed and collapsed together. He kept grinding his cock between their oversensitive folds, drawing out every last gasp and shiver.

Meanwhile, Tracey wasn’t content with just watching. She pushed Daphne onto her back and spread her legs wide, exposing Daphne’s flushed, glistening pussy. It was still leaking Harry’s cum. Tracey dove in and lapped up the mess, her tongue determined and unrelenting. Daphne thrashed and squealed as her hands gripped Tracey’s hair. Her face twisted in pleasure. Tracey sucked on the clit until Daphne’s eyes rolled back and she started to plead. “It’s too much …” she cried out, but Tracey only laughed and sucked harder.

Pansy still wanted more and crawled across the bed and planted herself next to Harry. She seized his face in both hands and started kissing him. Her mouth opened, and her tongue demanded entrance. She tasted her own juices on his lips, and she wanted more. She straddled his thigh and ground her sopping cunt against his skin, desperate for pleasure. One of Harry’s hands squeezed Pansy’s ass while the other kept Hermione and Astoria pressed together around his cock.

Pansy broke the kiss only to whisper into Harry’s ear, telling him exactly what she wanted done to her. Harry responded by grabbing Pansy’s hair and shoving his tongue down her throat. He shifted his hips and managed to stuff his cock straight into Pansy’s waiting cunt. Pansy squealed loudly into his mouth while Harry began pounding her sweet pussy.

Hermione, sticky with sweat and cum, reached down to rub her own clit, not caring that Astoria was staring at her slick pussy. Astoria started licking and sucking at Hermione’s perky tits. Pansy gasped and moaned as Harry stretched and shaped her sloppy pussy. When her pussy clamped down, Harry moaned and thumbed her clit until she squirted all over his cock. Tracey and Daphne rolled on the bed, their fingers and tongues everywhere, until they collapsed together in a messy heap.

Harry felt himself getting close, so he pulled out, grabbed Astoria by the hips, and pushed her flat on top of Hermione. He stroked his cock and lined it up between their flushed, swollen pussies. Harry painted both clits and slits with his load. The naughtiness of it made Astoria whimper and Hermione smile wickedly. Harry slid his cock into Astoria’s cumming pussy and gave her one last sticky treat.

When she breathlessly slumped over, Harry slid out and collapsed back against the pillows, pulling Hermione to his chest. The bed was a mess. The sheets were soaked and smelled like wet pussy. Hermione ran a finger along his chest, down his abs, and then lower. “Do you think we could do this every night?” she asked in an aroused voice.

Harry stroked her hair. “If you want.”

She smiled happily. “Will you fuck my ass next time? It’s been a few days since you made me cum that way.”

Harry pecked her on the forehead. “Anything for you, Hermione.”

Tracey giggled. “God, you two are disgusting.” She snuggled up anyway, throwing an arm across Harry and Hermione both.

Pansy propped herself up and looked around at the carnage. “Are we done, or are we going for round two?” She looked at him as if daring him to say no.

Harry smirked. “You tell me.”

The girls giggled, shoved, and jockeyed for position, arguing over who’d get to ride him first next time. Harry just lay back with his hands behind his head and let them fight it out.