Creating a monster with two heads.

Hermione awoke with a strange feeling. What was she doing sleeping in Harry's bed, she wondered, as her eyes roamed the room? And what was her bestfriend doing sleeping with her. Merlin, what was going on, she groggily wondered? Then, as the sleep washed away and was replaced by the reality of daylight, she remembered what had happened.

Tentatively, she reached down to her pussy. Expecting it to be sore and bruised from the wonderfull fucking she had received, she was surprised when the only thing she felt was a quick stirring of need.

She couldn't believe it. After last night, she didn't think she would be able to walk, much less fuck. But there it was. She was already horny.

What happened to her last night? She lost her virginity to her bestfriend and he had stirred things in her she didn't know existed. It was almost as if she had become a nymphomaniac over night.

Her head spinning with wicked, evil thoughts, she ran her hand down under the sheets to her bestfriend's groin. Maybe she could wake him up and entice him into a quick fuck before going down to breakfast, she thought as she groped him. But seeing the sun very up in the sky, she knew she missed it. It has been a very long night. And the show must go on.

Wait...hadn't her bestfriend told her that they were going to spend the whole day fucking? Yes, he had, she thought feverishly, as her hand suddenly brushed across her bestfriend's rock-hard penis.

Expecting to find him soft and flaccid, she was surprised to find him ripe and hard. But he was still asleep, she told herself as she looked down at him.

Wait a minute. Something in the back of her mind recalled that sometimes men woke up with a hard-on. 'Piss hard', I think they call it, she laughed to herself.

Well, no matter what they called it, she smiled, she wasn't going to let such a treasure go to waste.

Getting to her hands and knees, she eased the sheet back off her bestfriend as he slept. Staring down at his huge, bloated prick, she felt a tingle of excitement run through her cunt. She couldn't wait to feel it buried deep inside her aching cunt, she thought as she lifted her leg and straddled her bestfriend.

Now with him between her legs and his cock lying just below her hungry cunt, she reached down and grabbed hold of it.

"Huh, what in M..." her bestfriend snorted, as she quickly lifted his cock into position and squatted down onto it.

"Oh, Merlin," she groaned, as she felt the hot hardness of her bestfriend's fat cock slide up into her drenched cunt.

Harry woke to find his sweet inocent bestfriend on top of him, leaning forward with her hands on each side of his head and her apple size tits swaying above his face as her hips rose and fell on his cock.

A smile crept across his lips as he looked down and watched his thick, wet cock slicing up into her sopping slit every time she slammed her butt down on him. She was so wet and tight, he could hear loud slurping noises coming from her cunt as it slid up and down his throbbing cock. Waking to such a lovely sight, Harry reached up and grabbed Hermione's delightful breasts, tweaking and pulling on the big pink knobs jutting out of their center.

"Damn...unhhh...it...I can't get enough of your big, fat cock," Hermione groaned loudly between thrusts. "It feels so fucking good I could fuck you all day long."

"I'm game," he snorted, hunching his cock up into the searing heat of her overripe cunt.

Within moments, Hermione's beautiful body was cloaked with a sheen of perspiration as she worked at fucking her bestfriend. The light in the dormroom glistened off her body, accentuating her curves and hollows wonderfully as she stroked her pussy up and down her bestfriend's hard cock. Up and down, up and down went her hips as she puffed and panted from the exertion.

"OH Merlin, it's coming again," she panted, her hips rising and falling quicker and quicker. "Here, here it comessssss."

Suddenly, her butt froze in mid-stroke. Quivering and trembling, she threw her head back and screamed out her joy.

"I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!" she screeched, as her butt began to shake again and patter up and down rapidly.

Grabbing hold of his orgasming bestfriend, he thrust all eight inches of his cock up into her as she roared off into another climax. Holding his cock shoved up into the convulsing heat of her tight little core, he held her down, keeping her impaled on his hardness.

"GAAAAARRRWWDDDDDD!" she screamed out in pleasure, "cuminnnnagainn."

Holding her firmly pinioned down on his cock, Harry let her ride out the storm that raged inside her body. Squealing and writhing, she rode the wild, wonderful waves of delight for a full thirty or forty seconds before she felt the passion begin to fade. Finally though, she went limp, collapsing down onto her bestfriend's chest.

"Five last night on one go," she moaned, "and this was number one on this go. Can you believe it?

"What a wonderful way to wake up," Harry laughed, hunching her to remind her his hard cock was still buried in her hot softness.

"Oh, that feels good," she giggled, squeezing her cunt down around his cock and milking it with her cunt muscles.

"So does that," he grinned clenching the muscles around his cock to make it bulge out inside her hot, sucking cunt.

"Want to use that lovely thing on me?" she asked him, leaning down and giving him a long, deep kiss.

"I'd love to," he grinned, "but first I need to take care of business."

"Huh," she grunted, squeezing his cock with her pussy again. "What kind of business?"

"X-mas morning. Remember?" he told her, picking up his enchanted mirror from the nightstand and calling his father.

"Oh, yeah. I'm having such a great time, I forgot," she giggled.

"Hey..dad...Merry X-mas," he said into the mirror.

Just then, Hermione leaned down and tickled his nipple with her tongue. Harry just then pulled the mirror closer to his face so that his father wouldn't see what his naughty best friend was doing.

"What's up?" he asked, pushing her mouth up away from his chest.

"Stop that until I'm through," he muttered.

"Yippee. Yippee," Hermione whispered animatedly, squeezing her bestfriend's cock with her tight, little cunt again.

"Oh, I'm sure well," he said into the mirror. "Thanks you. How's mom?... Eating?... What?... Nice... Tell her Merry X-mas from me then... Will do... Ok... I'm not keeping you then... Bye" But all during that conversation, Hermione was a really bad witch.

"You'd better stop that or you'll get us in serious trouble," he chastised her, putting the mirror back on the nightstand.

"What? You don't like for me to do this," she smiled, clenching her pussy down on him again. Before he could stop her, Hermione bent down and attacked his nipple with her mouth and tongue again.

"You little nymph," he growled, grabbing hold of her around the waist.

Holding onto her tightly, he quickly rolled over on top of her without disconnecting their union. As she lay pinned under him, he reached down and grabbed her legs, lifting them up until she was almost bent in two with her calves resting against the front of his shoulder. With her legs stretched up so far, her deep, wet gash was totally exposed to his cock and he quickly took advantage of it. Driving his cock into her vulnerability, he thrust it into her all the way up to its thick, hilt. The only thing that stopped it was his stomach slapping into the back of her uplifted thighs

"Gosh, it's in SSSOOOOO deep," she gushed, feeling his hardness penetrating her totally. "It feels SOOOOOOO fucking good, I don't want you to ever stop."

Then, just as Harry drew his hips back to impale her with it again, a knock came from the door.

"WHAATT NNN THUUUU FUCK," Harry sputtered, surprised by the sound. "Now who in the hell could that be?" he snorted angrily.

"Don't answer it," Hermione said, trying to pull him down into her again. "It's probably someone that didn't see us at breakfast. Come on and fuck me."

"I had better answer it," he complained, easing his big, hard cock back out of her sopping socket. "It might be Mcgonagall... and if I don't answer... she'll probably transfigure the door... then how will I explain you here like this?"

"OH, please don't go," Hermione whined, still pulling at him.

"I'd better," he said reluctantly.

"Damn it...then hurry back," Hermione told him, letting her legs drop to the bed, "I'll be waiting for you."

"You do that," he grinned, "I'll be back before you can count to ten."

"One-two-three-you'd better hurry," she smiled as the knock came harder.

Geting out from his four poster bed, he flicked his wand and the drapes closed arround the bed and finised with a silencing charm. Grabbing his school robe from his desk, Harry threw it on and went for the door. His big, heavy cock, still hard and stiff, slashed up and down angrily as he steped. Grabbing the errant monstrosity, he quickly stuffed it up under the belt of his robe and hoped that it didn't flop out when he answered the door.

Just then, there was another knock as he walked up to the door. His nerves on edge, he peeked through the peek-hole. It was Tracey Davis, Daphne's bestfriend.

What in the world could she want, he wondered? Of all the people in the world to be visiting at this particular moment, she was probably the worst. He only hoped that Hermione stayed put until he could get rid of her.

Cautiously, he opened the door a little and peeked out.

"Why...Tracey...Hello...," he said peering out through the crack.

"Hello, Harry," she smiled back at him.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" he asked her through the crack in the door.

"Aren't you going to let me in or do I have to stand out here?" she said, stepping toward the door.

"Oh...uh...sure...come in...but...you'll have to excuse the way I'm dressed. I didn't feel too good...so I couldn't come down to breakfast," he told her.

"Sick?" she laughed, stepping inside, "You don't look too sick to me...or you've made a miraculous recovery."

"I just didn't feel like going down today," he lied.

"I thought so," she smiled at him.

"Speaking of sick, what are you wearing that cloak for, it must be a hundred degrees in the tower? Do you have a cold?"

"No...not...uh...not really," she said nervously fidgeting with the belt buckle on the cloak. "In fact...I guess...uh...that you...uh...could say...uh...that I have just the opposite."

"What do you mean, the opposite?" he asked her, walking over to his desk, trying to keep his swollen member from popping out, "You have the hots?"

"It's something I've been wanting to do for some time now," she smiled uneasily. "But today I finally got up enough nerve to do it, at least I thought I did before I got here."

"I'm afraid that I'm still in the dark," Harry told her puzzled at all the mystery.

"When I heard that Daphne was going home for X-mas Break, I just knew that I had to come over here," she blushed, still fidgeting with the cloak belt. "I...uh...have always...uh...wanted...uh...well...uh...you."

"What did you say?" Harry blurted out, not believing what he heard. "What did you..."

"I said that I have always wanted to make love to you," she said again, with less hesitation than before. "And I figured today would be a good day for it with Daphne and almost everybody around here gone home for the breeak. This is something that has been inside me for some time, but Daphne beat me to you, so I just decided to bide my time and one day the opportunity would present itself. I waited and waited and waited. Today, I decided I had waited long enough."

"I...uh...Jeez...uh...I don't know...uh...what to say," Harry said, his turn to be flabbergasted. "This is so unexpected."

"I'm sorry if I surprised you," she smiled shyly, unfastening the belt to her cloak and opening it wide open.

"Oh, MERLIN," Harry gushed, staring at her.

She was only wearing a bra, garter belt, panties, and hose.

Stepping back in shock, he felt his cock twitch, sending the belt to his robe skittering off his cock and leaving it free to flop out into the open.

"Fucking Merlin," he sputtered, grabbing it and trying to stuff its ripe hardness back inside his robe. "I'm sorry that happened; I sure as hell didn't plan it that way."

"Don't apologize to me," she smiled, letting her cloak drop to the floor, baring her pretty naughties. "I was very impressed with what I saw."

"Merlin," he groaned, caught in the middle of a predicament he would have welcomed at any other time. "I don't know what to do."

"Well," she said, walking toward him, "I do."

He watched her strolling toward him, enjoying the view she presented, but terrified at the dilemma she had placed him in.

"This couldn't have come at a worse time," he mumbled, staring at her.

She had her rich red hair piled on top of her head in a bun. Her small, beautifully-shaped breasts were covered with a filmy red brassiere with red lace trim that was so transparent he could easily see her dark areola with its ripe little nipple protruding out from it. Her tiny waist was encircled with a matching red garter belt that held up a pair of red hose. Her panties, if you could call them that, were simply two pieces of black lace running down the middle of a wrapping of sheer red material. It was obvious that they were crotchless as he could see some of her kinky red pubic hair peeking out from between the pieces of black lace. All this was perched atop a pair of bright red pumps that made her lovely legs seem even more perfectly shaped. In addition, she wore three long strands of pearls around her slender neck and a bracelet of pearls on her left wrist...

"Well, do you like?" she asked him, as he stood staring at her with his mouth hanging open.

"Huh...uh...what?" he stammered, as she brazenly walked up to him and spread open his robe, letting his swollen manhood flop out into the open again.

"It looks to me like you do," she laughed, reaching down and squeezing his brick-hard cock.

"Wowzers," he gasped, trying to step back away from her but finding his swollen cock held captive by her hand.

"It looks to me like you were already ready when I got here," she smiled at him. "In fact, I think I detect the delicate aroma of hot pussy. You wouldn't have been fooling around with another witch, would you?"

"What...the...uh...what do you mean?" he gasped, trying to free his imprisoned cock from her hand.

"I mean that I can smell pussy juice on you. Pussy juice that means a witch that was hot and wet," she said, releasing his cock and smelling her hand. "Very hot and very recent; in fact you're still wet from her."

"MMEERRLLIINN," he exclaimed, not knowing how he was going to extricate himself from the mess that had the potential to send him to oblivion if Daphne would find out.

"Well...Harry...I am surprised," she laughed, finding that she had gained the upper hand. "But relax, I've always wanted to be a part of a menage-a-trois. If we can convince the other lady to join us, it looks like I can kill two birds with one stone or two dreams with one cock. I can have you and another witch all at the same time."

"Come on, Harry," Tracey smiled, taking his hand and pulling him toward the bed. "Let's meet your other lady friend."

Harry couldn't think of any way to stop the inevitable as he reluctantly followed her. But even as he fought to keep from bolting out the door in panic, he found himself admiring his girlfriend's bestfriend lovely, firm ass as she strode ahead of him. He was a fucking degenerate, he told himself. She was leading him to his doom and all he could think of was her delectable little ass. Still pulling back on her hand, hoping that he could think of something before they walked in on Hermione, his time quickly ran out.

"Let's see," Tracey grinned lewdly when they were near his four poster bed with it drapes closed.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he finally asked her. "You might not want to know who it is."

"Who was it...OH MERLIN, TRACEY, WHAT ARE..." Hermione screeched when she saw Tracey opening the drapes.

"OH HERMIONE?," Tracey blubbered out, when she saw Hermione sat stark naked with her wet pussy gaping wide open, "OH MERLIN, What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" asked Hermione back.

"I came to see why he didn't came dawn to breakfast..." Tracey groaned. "But what are you doing here?"

"Well, it should be obvious to you. I'm fucking him," Hermione blurted out angrily. "And I find Harry irresistible."

"Well, I never..." Tracey trailed off, stepping back away from the bed, "And just how long has this been going on?"

"Only since last night, if you have to know," Hermione said, leaning back and proudly thrusting her big, firm breasts out at Tracey. "And how long have you been planning to sneak over here and proposition my friend? Or are you just going to a halloween party dressed like that?"

"I would never have guessed," Tracey said, "Not in a million years. And it's none of your business how I'm dressed."

Both witches turned and looked at Harry standing by the bedpost. He didn't know what to do as he stood there with his hands at his side, his robe open and his cock dangling lifelessly between his legs. He had a look of disbelief on his face as he watched the two witches who held his fate in their hands.

"What are you doing here dressed in those things?" Hermione smirked at Tracey, still trying to get her to answer. "You were going to seduce my bestfriend weren't you?"

"I guess we're all guilty," Tracey finally admitted, holding her head in her hands. "Can we all keep this a secret from Daphne?"

"We had planned on that, until you came along," Hermione said sarcastically.

"Well, I'm sorry that I disturbed you," Tracey said quietly, slowly steping toward the door. "I will let you go back to whatever twisted thing that you were doing before I so foolishly interrupted you..."

"You came over here to fuck Harry didn't you?" Hermione said, reaching over and running her fingers down Tracey's tight little ass. "So why don't you stay?"

"My...Hermione...you certainly have a foul mouth," Tracey blushed, brushing Hermione's hand away from her scantily clad derriere. "Yes...I did come over here to...fuck...fuck...your friend as you so crudely put it...but I hadn't planned on sharing him with his bestfriend."

"So," Hermione laughed tensely, moving her hand down to Tracey's long shapely leg and caressing it through the silky hose. "if you were going to seduce my friend if I hadn't been here, just pretend I'm not here...I'll just watch."

"Hermione? Weren't you the one with the decent bones in your body?" Tracey gasped.

"I had a very decent bone in my body until you interrupted us," Hermione giggled wickedly. "Didn't I Harry?"

"Merlin, Hermione. You are a brazen little bitch aren't you?" Tracey said, turning to look at Harry standing near the bedposti with his big, limp cock dangling lifelessly between his legs.

"Harry?" she mumbled, feeling foolish for being taunted the Hermione.

"I don't know," he said shaking his head. "This has gotten so far out of hand, I don't really know what's what anymore."

"Look, I don't want Daphne hexing me... she's a nasty bitch... none of us can ever tell anyone about it anyway. Right?" Hermione leered, "So let's just get it on and let the pieces fall where they might."

"I would still feel funny, you know. Doing it with Harry while you watched. How kinky can you be?" Tracey blushed.

"Just pretend I'm not here," Hermione told her.

"I've never even done it with...with...with another witch watching," Tracey said, slowly sitting back down on the bed.

"Would you like for Harry and I to do it and let you watch us first?" Hermione grinned evilly.

"Oh, I don't know," Tracey said, blushing brightly. "This is all so confusing and that sounds so...so wicked."

The whole situation was totally out of hand now, Harry thought to himself as he watched the two witches. He could see that Hermione was wresting all control from them. She was slowly taking charge of the explosive situation.

"Harry, why don't you take your robe off and come over here so that Tracey can see how beautiful your big penis is," she smiled benevolently.

Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, he thought to himself, blushing bright red as he slipped his robe off and let it fall to the floor. Then, suddenly feeling like a slave at an auction, he shuffled over on the left part of the bed.

Stopping before the two witches, he stood there letting their eyes feast on his impressive penis.

"See, Tracey?" Hermione giggled. "See how pretty it is?"

Tracey didn't speak. She just stared down at Harry's dangling monster.

"Feel it, Tracey. Take it in your hand and feel how heavy it is," Hermione leered at Tracey. "Wouldn't you like to feel it inside your hot, little cunt?"

Tracey didn't move.

Smiling maliciously, Hermione slowly reached over and took hold of Tracey's hand. Lifting it, she brought it over to her bestfriend's big, pendent prick.

"Sit down between us, Harry," she mewed. "Tracey wants to make you hard again. Don't you, Trace?"

Slowly, like a zombie, Harry sat down between them.

"Make him hard,Tracey," Hermione smiled, pulling her bestfriend's face to hers and kissing him long and deep.

Gasping for air, Harry felt Hermione's tongue probing his mouth as Tracey's hand lay lifelessly against his cock.

But even without any assistance from Tracey, his cock began to swell and harden all on its own.

Tracey couldn't believe this was happening. She couldn't believe what she was doing as she stared down at Harry's giant penis slowly hardening right before her eyes.

Finally, she gave it a tentative squeeze and felt it immediately respond by surging and growing harder. Growing braver, she wrapped her hand around his growing manhood and gently began to stroke it. As she did, she felt his wicked prick swelling harder and harder. Watching it in awe, she was amazed to see it growing larger and larger, so fast. It seemed like only seconds ago it had been soft and limp but now it stood before her, proud and hard, ready to do its dirty deed.

Looking up from the jutting monstrosity, she saw Hermione's and Harry's lips finally part. She could hear their heavy breathing, huffing and puffing like they had just run a hundred yard dash as they stared into each other's eyes like she wasn't even there.

"Merlin, Harry, you're making me all wet and sticky inside," Hermione panted, looking down at her bestfriend's bloated cock. "And Tracey made you all big and hard again. Didn't you?"

Tracey didn't know what to say, looking away from her year colleague's mocking leer.

Then she found her eyes sneaking down to Hermione's pussy. Hermione's pussy was indeed wet and oozing a little stream of juice down onto the bed.

This can't be happening, she told herself, as she felt a tremor of excitement shoot through her own pussy. She was having bizarre reaction to the situation.

She had come over to seduce Harry, but now, now she found herself strangely attracted to Hermione. She had never felt such an attraction toward another witch before.

Sure, she found Harry's bloated prick exciting and knew that it would feel wonderful inside of her, but now she had an almost uncontrollable urge to touch Hermione's dripping little gash. Touch it and kiss it. Kiss it and taste the juices flowing from it. What was coming over her, she asked herself, as she stared down at the glistening folds of soft, pink, dew-covered flesh? She had never felt this way toward any other witch. Dizzied by her newfound attraction to Hermione, Tracey suddenly became aware that her own juices had started to flow and now she was all wet and sticky down between her legs too.

"I don't know if I can share Harry with you," Hermione gurgled.

"Huh?" Tracey mumbled, shaken from her reverie by Hermione's voice.

"I said, I don't know if I want to share Harry's cock with you," Hermione repeated reaching down and wrapping her hand around her bestfriend's big, fat cock just above Tracey's hand.

"It is a beautiful cock," Tracey said, squeezing Harry's cock and watching a big drop of prefuck juice dribble out the tiny hole in the center of its big, bloated head.

Marveling at Hermione's audacity, she watched her dip the tip of her finger into the glistening drop of jizm and spread the slippery sap over the big purple ball of hardened flesh.

"I've changed my mind, Tracey," Hermione suddenly blurted out, grabbing Tracey by the hand and tugging her to the center of the bed. "I'm going to let Harry fuck you first."

Tracey blushed deeply as she felt herself being forced down onto her back. Then after a flurry of movement, she found herself with her head in Hermione's lap staring up at Harry standing at her feet.

Suddenly Hermione reached down and unhooked Tracey's bra. Spreading it apart, she took Tracey's small, conical breasts in her hands, squeezing and fondling them as Tracey stared down at Harry. He was just standing there smiling down at her with his raging erection pointing up at the ceiling.

Still hesitant, but knowing what was about to happen, she unconsciously held her legs pressed tightly together.

"Do you want to do this?" Harry asked her, letting his hand drop to her foot.

She didn't say a word, but finally she nodded her head up and down almost imperceptibly.

With her eyes on the bobbing monstrosity jutting up out of Harry's groin, she felt him take her by the ankles.

She felt him applying outward pressure as he tried to spread her legs apart. She resisted for a moment, but then gave in.

Harry felt the momentary resistance suddenly dissolve as he forced her long, shapely legs wider and wider apart. As her legs opened, Harry saw her fleshy pit slowly peek out from its red nest. Smiling, he could see that her readiness was already oozing out of the fleshy gash.

This wasn't the way that Tracey had planned it, but it was just as good, maybe better, she thought as she watched Harry crawl onto the bed.

Legs wide apart, totally exposed and vulnerable, Tracey watched on with a touch of apprehension as Harry crawled up between her legs. Then suddenly, he was standing over her on his hands and knees, his inflamed cock waving above her waiting womanhood.

This was something she had dreamed of ever since Daphne hooked up with him, she thought, as she watched him ease his hips down and let his big cock nestle down between the soft, fleshy lips of her sopping slit. Well, she hadn't dreamed it would happen exactly this way, but this was even more exciting.

Moving his hips forward, Harry pushed his cock at her probing for the opening to her secret place. Missing it on the first try, he backed away and tried again, but still didn't find the waiting gash of slippery flesh. Then, as he drew back for the third try, he felt Tracey's soft, hot fingers take hold of his throbbing cock and guide it down into the seething heat of her vagina.

As he felt the hot wetness of her cunt envelop his cockhead, he grunted and thrust the rest of his big, hard cock into Tracey's steaming socket.

"Ohhhh, myyyy," Tracey moaned, as she felt his penis slice down into the aching core of her slippery slit. "Your cock is so big."

With his hands resting by Tracey's shoulders, Harry was staring directly into Hermione's big, round tits. Leaning forward just a bit, he was able to suck a big, bulging nipple into his mouth.

Still sucking on Hermione's soft, succulent breast, Harry began to fuck Tracey with long, lazy strokes driving his cock down into her hot cunt all the way to its hilt every time.

Feeling her bestfriend's hot, wet mouth pulling and tugging on her sensitive nipple, Hermione thrust her breast into his face while she roughly squeezed Tracey's ripe little pears. Delighting in the feel of the soft, squishy breast flesh in her hands, she boldly tweaked Tracey's puffy, fat nipples with her fingers.

Looking up at the wicked scene being played out above her, Tracey reveled in the feel of Harry's giant cock sliding in and out of her slavering cunt.

Pulling and pinching Hermione's turgid nipple between his lips, Harry kept rocking his hips back and forth, sending his thick, hard prick sliding in and out of Tracey's deep wet gash.

As Harry deliberately fucked her, Tracey felt her head begin to slowly sliding down between Hermione's hard, firm thighs.

As Hermione slowly spread her thighs apart, she smiled down at Tracey with a wicked leer on her lips. As Tracey's head touched the bed, Hermione raised her hips up until her furry little mound was hovering just above Tracey's mouth.

Reaching up, Tracey guided the glistening wetness of niece's lovely pink furrow down to her mouth. Arching her neck, she hungrily attacked the soft, slippery gash with her mouth and tongue.

Probing the wet softness, Tracey heard Hermione gasp and felt her jump as her tongue found Hermione's protruding little marbled clitoris.

"OH, Tracey, that feels so good," Hermione mumbled, reveling in the feel of Tracey's rough tongue flicking back and forth across her tingling clitoris.

Reveling in the wicked new novelty, Tracey moved away from Hermione's bulging clitoris and sucked as much of Hermione's soft, fleshy vaginal lips into her mouth as she could. Sucking and nibbling on the succulent, bloated lips, she ran her tongue up and down the dripping furrow of Hermione's cunt searching for the opening to her hidden secrecy. Finally she felt her tongue ease down into the hot, wet hole. Forcing her tongue up into the hot wetness of Hermione's ripe little slit, she tongue-fucked Hermione causing her to cry out with pleasure once again.

Tonguing Hermione, Tracey moved her hands up to her big, pendant breasts where she found Harry's mouth still glued to one of the big, pink mountains. Taking the other one in both of her hands, she began to squeeze and mash it roughly, letting her fingers twist and twirl the hard rubbery nipple.

With her hands busy with Hermione's breast and her mouth busily working on the girl's pussy, Tracey realized she was staring up at Hermione's tight little anus. Dragging her juice-drenched tongue out of Hermione's tight little cunt, she found the hard, bulging roundness of her clitoris with her tongue. As she teased Hermione's clitoris, Tracey watched the tense little prune clench and tighten every time she flicked her tongue across Hermione's clitoris.

"Merlin, Trace," Hermione groaned, "I'm going to come in your mouth if you keep that up."

While Tracey eagerly lapped at Hermione's pouting clit, Harry shifted his ass into a higher gear drilling Tracey's hungry pussy faster and faster.

Being battered by Harry's massive cock, Tracey drove Hermione toward a climax with her tongue. But even as she urged Hermione toward the finish line, Tracey felt the tingling onset of her own orgasm. Then, as she slipped closer and closer to the dark, pleasure-filled abyss, she felt Harry's giant cock balloon out.

Tracey could feel Harry thrusting deeper and deeper into her pulpy cunt as she frantically squeezed and mashed Hermione's big mammaries. Her tongue viciously slashed back and forth across Hermione's throbbing clitoris, trying to bring Hermione to the point of no return.

Suddenly, Tracey heard Hermione gasp as sheshoved her pussy down on Tracey's hungry mouth. Tracey listened to Hermione jabbering mindless gibberish as the girl's gushing pussy bounced and flitted all over her face, cloaking it with the juices flowing from her climaxing pussy.

Then, as if triggered by Hermione's noisy outburst, Harry's big cock bulged out and began to spew its hot sap deep into Tracey's gulping cunt.

Tracey felt like a geyser had erupted inside her as Harry's penis filled her pussy with his hot cream.

Then, deep inside of her own pussy, she felt the sparks erupt into a full-blown conflagration of pleasure. As she orgasmed around the huge, exploding cock buried deep inside her, she could hear Harry grunting and groaning out his own gratification.

Tracey gloated in the pure animalistic satisfaction that was coursing through her body as she thrust herself back at him.

All three bodies met and were welded together by the searing heat pouring from where they touched. The wicked sounds of their incestuous debacle echoed off the walls of the bedroom as their mouths spewed out lewd obscenities.

The cacophony of sounds grew fainter and fainter as they writhed through the pleasurable anguish until one by one, they collapsed.

They all lay motionless for several minutes as they caught their breath.

"Wasn't it great?" Hermione finally asked Tracey as she lifted her head and rested it on her hand. "Doesn't Harry have a wonderful cock?"

"Yes, he does," Tracey smiled back at her as Harry's rapidly shrinking penis was slithering out of her cum-drenched cunt.

"If you two don't wear it out," Harry grunted, backing away from Tracey.

Then as his cock slipped out of Tracey, a gush of cum came pouring out after it.

"I don't think you can wear a cock out," Hermione giggled. "Do you, Tracey?"

"I don't think so. Especially one as big as this one," Tracey mewed, scooting down toward the object of their conversation.

Lifting the thick, bloated cock in her hand, she smiled and ran her tongue around her lips.

"It looks good enough to eat. Don't you think, Hermione?"

"Yes, I do," Hermione said, slowly moving down by Tracey. "It's fun to tease it and make it come in your mouth, too."

"I'm sure it is," Tracey grinned, flicking her tongue out and running it down Harry's cum-cloaked cock.

"Would you like Harry to cum in your mouth?"

"If he has any left," Tracey smiled, kissing Harry's bloated, purple cockhead, "after that last explosion."

"Oh, he can always make more," Hermione gurgled. "Can't you, Harry?"

"I don't know," he groaned, "but I'll try. Just for the two of you. But take it easy on him for a little bit. He's still a little touchy."

The witches began exploring his flaccid prick with soft, gentle touches.

Basking in the witches's attention, he smiled to himself, turning from one side to the other to admire the two fleshy cunts that were only inches from his face.

Soon, he felt his cock begin to stir as the witches lovingly coaxed life back into it.

Not content to remain idle, Harry reached over to Hermione and gently rolled her over onto her side with her stomach facing him. Taking one long, lovely leg, he lifted it enough to slide his face down between her legs. Now her beautiful little cunt was brushing up against his lips. Easing his tongue out, he began to worry and tease her clit. As he toyed with the slippery, little knob, he could feel the hot wetness of their mouths on his growing manhood. Reveling in the feel of their sucking mouths and tickling tongues, he could feel them licking and lapping on his cock from his balls to its big throbbing head.

As he teased Hermione's spit-polished clitoris with his tongue, he could feel her gently hunching her pussy into his face. He could feel her excitement growing as his penis ripened and grew under their loving care.

Unbelievably, he was beginning to distinguish the subtle differences of each witch's mouth as they lapped and sucked on his cock. Just as he was consuming her lovely pussy, Hermione was sucking on him, sliding her mouth up and down his big, thick cock in time with his lapping tongue.

Wishing that he could keep it up and bring her to another orgasm, he didn't want Tracey to feel left out either. Reluctantly, he finally eased his head out from between Hermione's legs and turned to face Tracey's soft, rounded, hair-covered mons.

Reaching down between Tracey's long, shapely legs, he quickly spread them and slid his face between them. Staring down at the fleshy slit, he saw that his semen was still oozing out of the meaty gash. Flicking out his tongue, he probed the soft, mushy lips until he found the round hardness of her clit.

Roughly attacking the slippery marble, he felt Tracey wrest control of his swollen penis away from Hermione. Now as he tongued Tracey's ripe, bulging clitoris, she attacked his cock with a vengeance.

Thrusting herself into Harry's hungry mouth, Tracey sucked his cock into her mouth. Gnawing and sucking on the column of stiff, hard cock, she felt herself being whisked along toward the inevitable.

As he assaulted Tracey's wiggley clit, he could feel Hermione's hot, wet snatch pattering against the back of his head. Wanting to please them both, he began to turn back and forth alternately attacking the hunching pussies. As he worked on one clit, the other pussy continued to hunch against him.

Now both witches were hunching themselves up against him as he alternately assaulted one clit and then the other. Flicking and licking the lovely little buttons, he could feel the witches change on his cock every time he changed clits. But now it was the one who wasn't being eaten who was sucking on him, leaving the other one to totally concentrate on the pleasure pouring up from their pussies. The lurching hips of the witches were moving faster and faster as he alternated between them.

As he continued to work back and forth, the witches's mouths grew more and more insistent on his fully-hardened cock. Strangely, he found himself rapidly conceding to the intermittent sucking pressure on his cock. He had come only minutes before, but the wickedness of what they were doing was bringing his cum to a boil.

Feeling that Tracey was the nearest to finishing, he concentrated on her, savagely attacking her clit and ravaging the little ball of nerves mercilessly. He could feel the little ball quiver and jerk with excitement as she humped her way toward orgasm.

Tracey couldn't believe it. It was coming on her so fast. Then, abruptly she was there. As the ball of pure pleasure exploded inside her hot, throbbing cunt, she slapped her legs together, trapping Harry's head between them, as she roughly ground her pubis into his face. She felt like someone had shoved an electric wire up her pussy as the jolts of pure pleasure shot up her spine and erupted in her brain. She reveled in the exquisite, but short-lived joy that was over within seconds.

Gasping for breath, Tracey realized that she still held Harry's face trapped between her legs. Groaning, she lifted one leg and freed Harry, who immediately turned and attacked Hermione's waiting womanhood.

Quickly fastening his lips down around Hermione's tiny clitoris, he began to tease and torment it.

Thrilled by watching her bestfriend bring Tracey to a climax, it took only seconds of her bestfriend's attention to bring her to fulfillment.

Then, just as had been with Tracey, Harry found himself trapped between Hermione's legs. He could feel the contractions of her orgasm spasming through her body as he kept his mouth locked around her womanhood. Teasing and tickling Hermione's little joy-button, he let her grovel through her orgasmic convulsion.

Basking in the fuzzy afterglow of her orgasm, Tracey groggily watched Hermione disintegrate into a pile of quivering flesh as her bestfriend consumed her pussy.

Poor Harry, she thought. He took care of us, and he's still hard and ready. We've been so carried away by our own pleasure, we've forgotten all about him.

Seeking to remedy that situation, she quickly leaned over and sucked him into her mouth. Sucking as hard as she could, she scraped her tongue around the giant cockhead again and again until she felt his cock bulging out, threatening to explode any second. Sensing that he wouldn't last much longer, Tracey pushed her mouth down on him as hard as she could, forcing his big cockhead up against the opening of her throat and then popping up into her throat.

Fighting back a gag and finding the giant cock blocking all air from her lung, she held him buried in her throat. Quickly, she began to swallow, letting throat muscles jack him off as she waited for the imminent explosion of thick, creamy semen into her throat.

At last, a growl escaped Harry's mouth as she felt a torrent of creamy cum rip up out of his cock and gush out into her throat. She could hear Harry whimpering out his pleasure as his cock bucked over and over again, sending gusher after gusher of thick, hot semen into her throat.

Fighting against the urge to breathe, she thought he would never stop shooting off. Finally, with one final quiver, his cock stopped spitting out its toxic load and she quickly jerked her head up. Gasping for breath, she let his shrinking cock pop out of her throat and mouth. She quickly drew in several deep breaths of wonderful air into her air-starved lungs. This need satisfied, she gently nibbled and toyed with his cockhead, lovingly sucking every last drop of his cum out of it before she stopped.

"You witches are going to kill me," Harry finally gasped, when he could talk again. "I need to take a nap."

"I think he deserves a break after that," Tracey grinned. "Don't you?"

"I think so," Hermione yawned. "I could use one, too."

Both witches snuggled up against him and within moments all of them were asleep...