A Great Way to Relax (Exclusive)

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

A Great Way to Relax

Parvati’s day had been miserable. It was eight hours of snipped threads, fussy old witches, and one lecherous old man who continuously bothered her while his unsuspecting wife pawed through the shop’s catalog. She slammed the door behind her, dropped her back, and slung her robe over the peg. There was an odd hush to the flat. The smell of her roommate’s perfume lingered, as always, but there were no voices, no clatter of kitchenware, nothing.

She poured herself a glass of cheap white wine and drank it down. It burned her throat and did nothing for the ache in her shoulders. She drained the glass in two gulps, shrugged off her work clothes, and padded down the narrow hall in her camisole and knickers. All she could think about was having a long, hot bath. When she reached her bedroom, she saw that her door was ajar. There was a slow creaking of her bed. She paused and listened. There was a muffled breath and some slow, wet slapping and squelching. She frowned and nudged the door wider. Her bed was occupied. She stared for a full two seconds while her brain lagged. Then she snapped herself out of it. 

Harry Potter was naked on her duvet. His body looked even longer and leaner when he was flat on his back, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of his shadowed abs. His cock was a monster. She’d heard rumors, sure, but seeing it in person, stiff as a Beater’s Bat and almost as thick, was another thing. Padma, her polar opposite, was straddling him, knees planted on either side of his waist.

Padma’s hair was loose and cascading over her back like a long, velvety black curtain. She wore nothing but a look of dazed delight. Her pussy, freshly shaven, dragged up and down Harry’s shaft in a glistening mess. The underside of his cock was slick, painted with her clear, sticky arousal. Harry’s hands braced Padma’s thighs, thumbs kneading and fingers digging in. Padma tossed her hair, face slack with pleasure and eyes half-lidded. Her hands cupped her own tits and pinched the dark nipples hard enough to make her gasp. Harry’s cock flexed, leaking more precome, which only slicked Padma’s cunt further. Padma’s hips moved with lazy confidence, like she owned every inch of him.

Parvati just stood there, mouth open, heart hammering at the cage of her ribs. Her brain tried to process the scene of two people fucking on her bed, one of them being Padma and the other Harry bloody Potter, of all people. None of this made any sense. Padma’s eyes snapped open and landed on Parvati. She squeaked, hands flying from her breasts to her face, even as her hips jerked and Harry’s cock slipped between her pussy lips with a wet pop. “Oh shit! Parvati, you’re home early!”

Harry didn’t look even slightly abashed. He grinned, still grinding Padma’s hips forward, making her ride the full length of his cock. “Hey, Parvati,” he said, voice thick and delighted. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

Parvati blinked once. “You’re in my bed.”

Harry propped himself up on his elbows. “Want to join in?” he teased, and then looked pointedly at her bare legs and her thin camisole. “You look knackered. Might help.”

Padma snorted, but her face was still beet red. She tried to gather her composure, tucking her knees under herself as if to hide, but Harry’s hands were relentless, rolling her hips until she gasped again and gave in to the motion.

Parvati stared, still locked in place. She tried to ignore the way her skin prickled, the heat pooling in her belly, and the way her clit began to throb. She found herself picturing what Harry would feel like under her and how it would feel to ride him like Padma was doing. It made her shudder with desire. She cleared her throat, tried for a withering look. “You could have at least done it in your own bed,” she said.

Harry’s grin only widened while Padma blushed a deep red. Padma shot Harry a look, then glanced shyly at Parvati. Parvati hovered in the doorway, her hands crossed over her bare belly, and was unable to move forward or look away.

Harry’s hands, slow and sure, guided Padma’s hips up. The swollen head of his cock hovered, purple and shiny, before sliding between her lips again. “It’s your bed,” Harry said, gaze locking with Parvati’s. He kept Padma moving, rolling her forward and back in a slow, messy rut. Padma’s embarrassment dissolved, and she stopped trying to hide. Her hands dropped to Harry’s chest, nails scraping his skin. She tilted her head back, and her mouth parted, lost to sensation. Harry watched Parvati over Padma’s shoulder. “You sure you don’t want in?” He sounded casual, but the desire in his eyes was anything but. He wanted her. The thought sent a thrill down Parvati’s spine. 

Parvati said nothing, but she didn’t leave. She felt her breath coming out short. Her nipples were visible through the camisole, stiffened into little hard peaks. She felt her own wetness start to seep through her panties. She dug her nails into her skin, watching as Harry’s cock slid up and down the length of Padma’s pussy, slick and obscene.

Harry looked at her with a smoldering look that nearly buckled her knees. “Come here,” he practically demanded, and her body ached to comply. Parvati swallowed loudly, and her hands fell to her sides. She stepped forward, not trusting herself to speak. Her panties were clinging to her taut skin as her mind raced over a thousand different possibilities. 

Harry, triumphant, leaned back on his hands and pulled Padma flush to his lap. His cock throbbed under Padma’s pussy, his head pressing up into her slit but not entering. He spread his legs wider, inviting Parvati closer. “It looks even better up close,” Harry teased when he saw her eyes glued to his wet cock.

Parvati stopped at the edge of the bed, her knees grazing the mattress. She looked down at the mess they had made of her sheets. She looked at the tangle of limbs and the impossible size of Harry’s cock. She looked at Padma, whose face was already flushed with arousal. For a long moment, nobody spoke. There was only the ragged breath of three people, and the sticky sound of flesh on flesh.

Parvati didn’t know what possessed her. Maybe it was the hellish day, or maybe it was the sight of Padma writhing on Harry’s lap, but the urge to join was overwhelming. She stood at the foot of the bed, heart hammering, every inch of her skin tingling.

Padma was the first to break the silence. “Harry!” she squeaked, looking completely scandalized. “You can’t just …” But Harry only smiled cheekily, rolling her hips up and down his length and ignoring her half-hearted outrage. Padma shivered as Harry pulled her down, forcing her slick pussy to grind harder on his cock. “You’re impossible,” she huffed, but it came out half a moan.

Harry’s voice was low and warm. His words made her pussy drip into the crotch of her panties. “So, what do you say, Parvati?” His cock flexed, visible even with Padma’s body straddling him.

Parvati’s fingers moved on their own, tugging at the camisole straps. The fabric slipped off her shoulders, exposing her brown skin, the subtle dip between her collarbones, and the hint of breast beneath the thin cotton. She peeled it over her head and let it fall. Her nipples were the same dark shade as Padma’s, and the air made her sensitive skin crinkle. She watched Harry’s eyes trace her body, shameless and greedy. Padma, too, was peeking through her lashes, though she was too caught up in her own pleasure to care.

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Parvati shimmied out of her black, lacy panties that were completely soaked through. She left them in a heap on the floor and kicked them toward the growing pile of clothes. She then pulled off her high heels, dropping them with a clatter. Her sore feet instantly felt better. She hesitated for a heartbeat. Padma was staring, her hips frozen halfway up Harry’s cock. Harry licked his lips as he stared at her nude body. Parvati crawled onto the bed, her knees sinking into the warm mattress. She looked down at his thick and glistening cock. Padma’s pussy was still pressed tight to it. She then looked down at Harry. “Might as well,” she said, unable to deny herself the chance.

Harry didn’t miss a beat. “Get over here,” he groaned as Padma brushed her hard clit against the bottom of his head.

Parvati swung her leg over Harry’s face and planted her pussy squarely above his mouth. She hesitated, hovering an inch above his lips, waiting for him to make the next move. Harry’s hands shot up, gripping her thighs, and he pulled her down hard. His tongue was hot and wet. He licked her straight up the slit, and then circled her clit with the tip. Parvati gasped loudly. The day’s exhaustion vanished, replaced by the sensation of pure lust. Harry buried his face in her, lapping at her with eager, unhurried strokes of his tongue.

Below, Padma found her rhythm again, grinding her pussy up and down Harry’s cock, leaving trails of wetness along his shaft. She kept her hands planted on his chest, her nails scoring his skin as her back arched, causing her breasts to bounce with every thrust. Parvati rode Harry’s mouth, moving in small, hungry circles. His nose pressed into her, his stubble scraping the insides of her thighs. She closed her eyes and let the world fade. All that was left was the feeling of his tongue, Padma’s little gasps, and the obscene squelch of Harry’s cock being used like a toy.

“Holy fuck,” Padma panted. “He’s… huge!” she gasped as Harry teased her opening with the head of his cock. 

Parvati didn’t answer. She was too busy grinding herself on Harry’s mouth and chasing her own pleasure. Harry’s tongue slid inside her, then flicked upward, then sucked her clit with perfect pressure. She moaned deeply and rolled her hips, fucking his mouth with her clit. 

Padma was close, that much was obvious. Her hips moved faster, and her grip on Harry’s chest turned white-knuckled. She whimpered, desperate and high-pitched, as she tried to push more of Harry’s cock between her lips. She almost managed it, but the head caught, and her pussy stretched tight around it, trembling.

Harry let go of Parvati’s thighs for a second, reached down, and lined his cock up with Padma’s entrance. He pushed upward, slow and steady. The fat head popped inside. Padma shuddered, and her whole body went rigid. She let out a guttural, needy moan as Harry’s cock vanished into her. The sight almost made Parvati come on the spot. She watched Padma slide down, her pussy swallowing inch after inch of Harry’s cock, until she sat flush against his groin.

Padma’s eyes rolled back. She bounced, slow at first, then faster, her breasts jiggling with every movement. Her pussy stretched obscenely wide around Harry’s girth. Wetness dripped down his shaft, pooling at his balls, and Parvati stared, transfixed by the sight. Harry sucked hard on Parvati’s clit, then nipped it with his teeth. She yelped and bucked, grabbing fistfuls of his messy hair, and grinding herself down. He moaned against her, sending vibrations through her whole body.

Padma lost it first. She slammed down on Harry’s cock, crying out, her body shaking with a violent, helpless orgasm. Her pussy clamped down, milking Harry, and her juices gushed out, wetting his shaft even more. She shook, unable to stop, as Harry kept fucking her.

Parvati couldn’t hold back either. She came with a gasp, clapping her hand over her own mouth to muffle it. Harry relentlessly licked her through it, sucking even as her body trembled and spasmed uncontrollably. The bed was a total mess. The duvet was soaked and tangled around their ankles. Sweat, pussy juice, and Harry’s musky cologne mixed in the air, heady and raw. Padma slumped forward, panting, her face buried in Harry’s shoulder. His cock was still rock hard inside her. Parvati peeled herself off Harry’s face and flopped onto the mattress beside them, legs like jelly, and her heart racing. She rolled onto her side and stared at the pair of them. “Switch,” she said, her voice hoarse but eager.

Padma managed an equally eager grin, even as she struggled to lift herself off Harry’s cock. She wriggled up, Harry’s cock slipping from her with a messy, wet sound. Parvati stared at it. It was flushed red, glistening, and still throbbing. His balls were bloated and waiting to be drained of their cum. Parvati pushed her Padma aside, mounted Harry’s lap, and stared him down. “My turn,” she said, and guided his cock to her own slit.

Padma flopped next to them, dazed and beaming, already reaching down to play with her own pussy as she watched. Harry gripped Parvati’s hips, and she lined herself up, ready to impale herself on him. Parvati hovered above Harry’s cock, staring down at the glistening shaft. It was incredibly slick, and Padma’s juices were glued to his skin in messy streaks. Parvati gripped it at the base, her thumb barely meeting her finger around the girth, and pressed the head against her pussy. She rubbed it up and down, teasing her clit, and smearing herself with Padma’s arousal. The head of his cock was hot, swollen, and ready for action.

Padma rolled off Harry’s chest and twisted her body around. Instead of retreating, she crawled up the bed, straddled Harry’s face backward, and planted her pussy right over his mouth. She reached back, dug both hands into Harry’s hair, and yanked his head up. “Lick me,” she demanded, her voice desperate.

Harry wasted no time. He tongued her with the same greed he’d shown Parvati, slurping and sucking at her pussy as his hands spread her ass cheeks wide. Padma ground herself down, making little whimpering noises with every flick of his tongue. Parvati couldn’t wait any longer. She pressed the head to her slit and, in one slow, deliberate motion, sank down. The stretch was intense. It was a sweet, sharp burn as Harry’s cock forced her open wider than she had ever been stretched. She gasped and felt her pulse throb in her cunt. She kept going until her ass was flush against his thighs. Harry’s cock filled her to the brim, the pressure making her pussy convulse. She braced her hands on his chest, dug her nails in, and started to move.

Parvati fucked herself on him with wild, jerking thrusts. She didn’t bother with rhythm or grace … just raw, urgent need. She bounced up and down, the slap of her skin on his echoing off the walls. Harry’s hands shifted from Padma’s ass to Parvati’s hips, steadying her, pushing her down harder onto his cock.

Padma was losing it, again. Harry sucked her clit between his lips, humming, and Padma’s whole body shook. She mashed her pussy harder onto his mouth, shoving her cunt over his nose and tongue. “Fuck, fuck, fuck …” she whimpered, her voice high-pitched and raspy.

Parvati picked up the pace, slamming herself down harder, rolling her hips in messy, uneven circles. Her tits bounced, sweat slicking her skin. Every time Harry bucked up, he hit something inside her that made her see stars.

Padma came again, screaming, her thighs shaking around Harry’s head. He didn’t stop licking, even as she tried to squirm away. Parvati felt her own orgasm building, pressure mounting in her stomach and pussy. She leaned forward and hugged her. They held onto each other, breathing heavily and moaning into each other’s ears. Harry grunted under them, his cock swelling even thicker and stretching Parvati to her limit.

Parvati cried out and grabbed Harry’s hand, forcing it between her legs, just above where his cock disappeared inside her. “Rub me,” she gasped. Harry obeyed, pressing his fingers to Parvati’s clit, circling it fast and rough.

That was all it took. Parvati’s orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning, her whole body convulsing. She threw her head back, screamed, and bucked wildly on Harry’s cock. Her pussy clenched, then loosened, and she squirted. Hot, clear liquid gushed out around Harry’s shaft, soaking him, the bed, and her own thighs. She shook, unable to stop, even as his hand kept working her clit. Harry thrust up into her, matching her convulsions while holding her in place as she rode out the aftershocks. Parvati finally collapsed forward, spent, sweat-soaked, and dripping. Padma slid off Harry’s face, laughing breathlessly, and lay on her back beside him.

Harry didn’t stop there. He grabbed Padma by the waist, lifting her off the mattress. She squealed in surprise, legs flailing, then settled when he draped her across Parvati’s spent body. The girls’ faces were nose-to-nose, their breasts mashed together, and their thighs pressed tight. Padma looked down at Parvati, dazed and glowing. They locked eyes and both of them blushed madly. Parvati shuddered, then gasped as Harry’s cock nudged her thigh.

He crawled between their spread legs, hands gripping both girls by the hips. His cock was still slick with their juices, throbbing, and ready for more. He lined it up with Parvati’s cunt and thrust in hard and deep, making her arch and cry out. He pulled almost all the way out, then rammed into Padma, bottoming out inside her with a wet slap.

They took turns moaning. Harry fucked them in sequence, alternating his cock between their tight, hungry pussies. The wet sounds echoed in the small bedroom, loud and unashamed. Padma’s pussy gripped him, desperate and hungry for more. Parvati squeezed her thighs around his hips, clinging to Padma and letting Harry take her at his own pace.

Harry grunted, sweat dripping from his brow onto their bodies. He shifted and started fucking both of them in tandem, shoving his cock deep into one, then the other. The friction, the wet mess, and the heat of their bodies … it was too much. Parvati came again, her whole body wracked with spasms as Harry’s cock drilled her. Padma followed a heartbeat later, yelping into Parvati’s cheek as she cried out in pleasure, cumming so hard she thought she’d pass out.

Harry was losing control. He yanked his cock out, still throbbing, and pressed it between their slippery mounds. He gripped their thighs tight, forcing their smooth, soaked pussies together, and slid his shaft between them, fucking the seam where their clits met. Both girls squealed at the sensation, grinding their hips together, and trapping Harry’s cock in the slippery vise of their bodies.

Harry pumped harder, rutting between the two sets of lips, using both girls at once. He lasted barely a second more, then groaned as his cock exploded. Hot streams of cum painted their bellies, their chests, and even streaked up to their necks. Some of it splattered their faces, making them laugh and wipe each other clean.

He collapsed onto the mattress beside them, spent and panting. The girls crawled on either side of him, wrapping their arms and legs around him possessively. Parvati wiped a string of cum from Padma’s chin and licked it off her own thumb, giggling wickedly. Padma nuzzled Harry’s chest, humming in lazy contentment. Harry watched them, eyes half-lidded, already dozing off. The flat was quiet once again, except for their steady, satisfied breathing. “That was a great way to relax,” Parvati said through a yawn. Harry chuckled while Padma giggled. Harry slowly caressed their nude backs until they all fell asleep.