Harry in the Hellmouth (Ch. 27)

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

Harry in the Hellmouth

Chapter 27

The ruins of Sunnydale High still smoldered under the morning sun as Buffy whistled a jaunty tune while casually strolling to her friend’s house. She made it to Willow’s house and found the Rosenbergs’ Volvo gone. She let herself in. The door was unlocked, as always. Willow’s mother trusted Sunnydale to a fault, even after five years of “gas leaks” and “gang activity.” Buffy padded through the foyer, breathing in the scent of lemon furniture polish.

She hesitated at the foot of the stairs. She heard something strange upstairs. It was too low to know for sure, but it sounded like someone in pain. She went up the stairs cautiously. On the landing, she heard it. It was faint at first, but it grew louder as she got closer. There was a wet thump and a whimpering cry. Buffy slowed and listened. It was coming from Willow’s room.

Buffy padded down the carpeted hallway and stood in front of Willow’s door. She curled her fingers around the knob. Her pulse thundered in her throat. She turned the handle, nudged the door, and stepped in, expecting to go straight into battle. 

Instead, she found Willow splayed across the bed, pinned beneath Harry’s sexy body. They were both utterly and gloriously naked. Harry’s ass was taut as he thrust, his dark hair flopping with each motion. Willow’s legs were wrapped around his hips, and her fingers gouged into his back. Her head was thrown back, and her mouth was open in a keening wail. Every time Harry drove into her, Willow’s round, perfect tits shuddered. Her pale nipples were stiff and crinkled with arousal.

Buffy stood in the doorway and watched. She’d never seen Willow like this. Her eyes were rolled back, her body arching, and her feet flexing in the air. Her wet, pink pussy was stretched wide around Harry’s cock … and boy, did Harry have a fantastic cock, Buffy told herself. It was thick, long, and glistening with Willow’s slick wetness. It battered her poor pussy with obscene, deliberate thrusts. There was no hesitation in the rhythm. He was fucking her like it was his last day on Earth. 

Buffy’s mouth went dry. Her tongue flicked out to swipe her lips as a wet heat settled between her legs. She could smell them from the doorway. The sight and smell made her want to touch herself. Her eyes lingered on the way Harry’s fat balls ruthlessly battered Willow’s puckering asshole. 

Willow’s body snapped taut, her toes curled, and she shrieked. “Oh, Harry … Oh … Oh, god!”

Buffy could see Willow’s cunt clenching. She could see the way Harry gritted his teeth and buried himself deeper. He was panting, sweat dripping onto Willow’s stomach. One hand was tangled in her hair, and the other was braced against the mattress. Buffy finally cleared her throat.

Willow’s eyes flew open. For a moment, she just stared at Buffy with wide eyes. Then she shrieked again, this time in embarrassment, and tried to roll out from under Harry while grabbing a fistful of sheet to cover her chest. Her face went beet red.

“Buffy!” Willow squeaked. She tried to yank the covers over her hips, but Harry’s cock was still buried in her, pinning her down. “I … um …” she tried to make an excuse, but then cried out as she came again.

Harry turned his head and grinned at Buffy, completely unbothered by his nakedness or the dripping mess of Willow’s orgasm leaking down his shaft. “Hey, Buffy,” he said. His accent was crisp, like he was greeting her at a train station instead of her best friend’s bed.

Willow was mortified and tried to pull her legs together, but Harry just pressed in deeper and thrust a few more times. Buffy couldn’t look away from Willow’s body. Willow’s breasts were quite sexy, and her smooth inner thighs were shiny and slick. Willow groaned, hiding her face behind her hands. “Oh god, Buffy, I can explain …”

Buffy stepped into the room and closed the door. She’d meant to apologize for intruding, but her legs kept moving. She perched on the edge of the bed, only inches from where Willow’s feet dangled. She could smell the sex even stronger here. Willow tried to pull up the covers again, but Buffy caught her hand. “It’s fine,” Buffy said. “It’s not like it’s a surprise. I mean … practically all of us are having sex with Harry at this point,” she stated, and Harry couldn’t help but smirk. 

Harry slid out of Willow with a slow, deliberate motion, and his still-erect cock bobbed between his legs. Buffy’s stomach swooped at the sight. There was a string of wetness trailing from the head, down to Willow’s wet pussy. 

“So this is where you’ve been,” Buffy said. Her voice sounded almost normal, if you ignored the ragged tremor underneath. She let her eyes drift over Harry’s naked body. His cock still glistened with Willow’s cum.

Harry arched an eyebrow, utterly unashamed. “Willow asked if she could borrow one of my books before I sell it. I brought it over to her.”

Buffy huffed, arms folded. “I called you like three times this morning.” Buffy had woken up feeling super horny, and she was hoping for Harry to scratch her itch. 

He shrugged, his hair still wild and sweat-soaked. “Sorry. I left my phone at the warehouse. I guess I got… distracted.” He glanced at Willow, who blushed furiously and let her knees fall together.

Buffy tried to snort, but it came out as a gasp. She couldn’t stop looking at Harry’s cock, hanging heavy and slick. His balls were tight and full, and every time he moved, she could see the veins straining along the shaft. It looked almost angry, like it wanted to be inside someone right now. Harry saw her staring. He smiled cheekily and took a step closer.

“So … What exactly did you want, Buffy?”

Buffy’s breath hitched. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. It was hot, throbbing, and sticky with Willow’s fluids. She squeezed gently and watched the foreskin slide up and down. She looked up at him and saw in his eyes that he was daring her to go further. Buffy didn’t hesitate. She jerked his cock slowly, her thumb rubbing over the head, and felt the way his whole body tightened under her touch. She leaned in and kissed him hard. His tongue pressed in, and she moaned, letting her free hand tangle in the hair at the back of his head. Willow was watching, wide-eyed and silent. Her knees were pressed together,  and her hands were still bunched in the sheets.

Harry broke the kiss and cupped her ass, digging in with both hands. Buffy could feel her panties soaking through, and the heat between her legs became unbearable. She wanted to take him right then, but something held her back … just for a second. “I’ll finish up with Willow, and …” he started to say, but Buffy cut him off with a sharp glare.

“No way.” She grabbed the hem of her tank top and yanked it over her head, baring perfect breasts. “You’re going to take care of me right now. I’ve been soaked all morning.” She kicked off her shoes and then pulled off her shorts and panties in a single motion, leaving her standing naked in front of them. She climbed onto the bed beside Willow and lay back with her legs apart, glancing at her friend. Willow swallowed hard, her breath shaky. She reached out and took Buffy’s hand, squeezing tight.

Harry’s cock twitched in the air between them. He climbed onto the bed, looming over the two girls. He grabbed Buffy’s thigh and spread her wider. His fingers slid through the wetness already pooling at her entrance. Willow couldn’t take her eyes off Harry’s cock. She watched as he lined himself up, and Buffy bit her lip in anticipation. Harry pressed the head of his cock against Buffy’s slit, rubbing it up and down and smearing her arousal everywhere. Buffy whimpered, grabbing Willow’s hand even tighter.

“Ready?” Harry murmured. Buffy nodded enthusiastically. She really needed it.

He slid into her slowly, stretching her wide. Buffy gasped and arched her back, her eyes slamming shut in relief and pleasure. “That feels so good,” she breathed, clinging to Willow’s fingers like a lifeline. Willow watched, her own legs sliding open of their own accord. Two trembling fingers drift down to rub at her clit. She couldn’t believe any of this was happening, but it was.

Harry thrust steadily and deeply, filling Buffy with every inch. He bent down and kissed her, then turned and caught Willow’s mouth, pulling her in with one arm while he fucked Buffy. Willow moaned into his kiss, tasting Buffy’s sweat and her own juices still on his lips.

Buffy reached down, grabbed Harry’s ass, and urged him to go faster. She was already desperately close. “Don’t you dare stop,” she hissed. “Don’t …”

Harry smirked and started to really fuck her, pounding the mattress and making the whole bed shake. Buffy cried out, and Willow watched in awe, rubbing her own pussy. Her entire body hummed with pleasure.

Harry in the Hellmouth

Willow couldn’t believe any of this was real. She’d spent years hiding her body under boring sweaters. She always felt guilty for feeling so envious of Buffy’s beauty and sexiness. She’d wanted Harry from the first moment she met him, but of course, Buffy got to him first. Never in a million years would she have thought that she’d be able to lure Harry into her bed when he already had someone like Buffy. Needless to say, she was very pleased when Harry took an interest in her, but even in her dirtiest daydreams, she never imagined this. Now, the three of them were naked and sharing a bed, every touch hotter than the last.

She watched breathlessly as Harry lined up his cock with Buffy’s soaking slit and slid in, inch by glorious inch. Buffy’s hands dug into the sheets, her head rolling back, and her hair splayed out in a tangle of gold. Her body was so sexy and smooth, and Willow could see the sharp lines of muscle under her ribs. Buffy met Willow’s gaze, eyes glazed with pleasure. “Oh god, Will, he’s so …” She cut herself off with a moan as Harry bottomed out, his balls slapping against her ass.

Willow shivered, unable to look away. She cupped her own breasts, pinching her nipples hard while trying to match the rhythm of Harry’s thrusts. Her pussy was a throbbing mess of wetness between her thighs, and she almost came just from watching. Harry looked over at her, grinning like a devil. “Come here,” he said, beckoning with a crook of his finger.

Willow crawled closer, her bare knees sliding on the soft comforter. Harry pulled her in, one hand grabbing her ass, and kissed her hard. His tongue pushed in deep, and she tasted herself on his mouth. She melted against him, her tits pressed to his chest, and her pussy grinding against his hip as he fucked Buffy. He broke the kiss with a gasp, then bent down and sucked one of Willow’s nipples into his mouth. She cried out, clinging to him. Her body tingled pleasantly everywhere he touched. He flicked his tongue across her nipple, then bit down just enough to make her yelp.

Buffy was making high-pitched, desperate noises as her legs locked around Harry’s waist. “Harder,” she begged, digging her heels into his back. Harry obliged, slamming into her faster, causing the bedframe to knock against the wall. He never stopped touching Willow, sliding his hand down to finger her as he fucked Buffy. Willow nearly collapsed. She was so overwhelmed by the sensation that she barely noticed when Buffy reached out and pulled her down for a kiss.

Buffy tasted like double mint gum, Willow discovered. Willow frantically kissed her back and let her fingers tangle in Buffy’s hair. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was kissing another girl … and it was her best friend!

Buffy came with a shriek, clutching at Willow’s arm. Her pussy clamped down so tight that Harry grunted and almost lost it. He pulled out at the last second, stroking his cock as it pulsed and leaked all over Buffy’s stomach and thigh. He turned to Willow. “Your turn,” he told her.

Willow hesitated for a second. She was still shy, but Harry waited patiently. Willow crawled forward, and he guided her onto her back, spreading her legs wide and rubbing his cock up and down her soaked slit. Willow whimpered and arched her hips into him, desperate for more. He pushed in slowly, stretching her until she thought she’d split in two. Willow’s eyes rolled back. “Oh!” she squeaked. “Buffy!” Willow gasped, reaching blindly for her best friend. 

Harry started to thrust slowly and deeply into her, his hands roaming everywhere. He squeezed her tits before pinning her wrists above her head. He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring every gasp and whimper. Willow was losing her mind. Her body shook and twitched under him. Buffy lay next to them, still panting while one hand lazily played with her own pussy as she watched. She reached out and stroked Harry’s hair, then leaned in to kiss Willow. The kiss was soft and sweet, the opposite of everything else happening to her body.

Harry fucked her harder, his hips smacking into the backs of her thighs, and Willow’s orgasm built slowly, like a tidal wave of pleasure she couldn’t stop. She screamed, and the sound was muffled by Buffy’s mouth. Willow came harder than she ever had in her life. Her pussy clamped down, milking Harry’s cock, and he finally lost it. He pulled out just in time to spurt thick, hot ropes of cum across her belly. The three of them collapsed in a heap, sweaty and gasping. 

Willow groaned, rubbed her hands over her face, and looked at Harry’s cock. It was still thick, still leaking, and still impossibly hard. Buffy crawled down and took him in her mouth, cleaning him with slow, hungry licks. Willow joined her, her tongue flicking over the head. She tasted the mixture of hers and Buffy’s juices. They took turns sucking him, hands roaming over his balls, his thighs, and each other’s bodies.

Harry groaned, twisting his fingers in their hair while letting them worship him. He lasted longer this time, savoring the attention. He finally erupted again, filling both their mouths with salty heat. Buffy swallowed, then leaned over to kiss Willow, sharing the taste. Willow melted into it, lost in the delirious feeling of friendship, love, and arousal. They lay together, tangled in the sheets, and Willow couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next between them. Of course, the moment Harry’s fingers caressed her damp pussy, all other thoughts went straight out the window.