Potter's Return 31 (Patreon)

Hannah couldn’t help but chuckle the first moment she regained her breath. She couldn’t help it, not with Susan looking at her in shock, trying to understand what she had meant. “S-sorry, Susan,” Hannah gasped again. “But, I’ll go first.”

“What a naughty little Hufflepuff slut you turned out to be, Hannah,” Harry said as he grabbed her hair. “Did you ask my permission before trying to lose your virginity?”

Hannah froze, his words triggering her panic and pleasure at the same time. “I’m sorry, sir,” she gasped immediately. “Please let me skewer myself on your magnificent cock.” Hannah was shocked at her courage, but not as much as Susan.

“Hannah, what’s going on?” Susan asked, shocked. “Why are you suddenly acting like a slut?”

Hannah couldn’t help but chuckle. Susan said that was so absurd when she was dressed like a whore’s idea of a Hufflepuff uniform, the bottom half absent, not to mention everything else she had been doing with Harry without knowing his identity. “Come on, Susan. You can’t—“ Hannah started, only for Harry to grab her hair and pull her for a deep kiss.

She immediately obeyed his wordless order and kissed him. His tongue invaded her mouth, the idea that she was being kissed by the strongest wizard of their world pushing her dangerously close to a second climax.

“No one likes a loose-lipped whore, Hannah. Let’s see how long it’ll take for Miss Clever to realize what’s going on,” Harry said. Hannah might have argued against it, but two things prevented her. First, she didn’t want to anger Harry.

More importantly, she quickly lost the ability to speak as he shifted his hands down, grabbed her hips, and pushed her down.

Just like that, her virginity was no more.

“Hannah, what did you do?” Susan said, shocked. “Stop. Don’t fuck a random stripper.”

Hannah was glad she didn’t try to interrupt directly, allowing her to enjoy the loss of her virginity properly. He pushed her down. It hurt, but also it felt incredible, so she put her weight even more. Her wetness helped to go easier.

“Come on, Susan, think,” Hermione said as she hugged her from behind, preventing her from intervening directly. “You can’t seriously not realize his identity yet.“

“Of course I can’t…” Susan started, only for her voice to fade. Hermione’s arm slackened, letting Susan go, but she didn’t try to intervene. Instead, she just took a step forward and stood next to Hannah.

She pulled the mask away with a tug. “Impossible,” Susan gasped. “Harry.”

“Hello Susan,” Harry said. Hannah was unable to see his face, but his voice allowed her to imagine a dark, satisfied smirk. “Long time no see.”

“This is impossible,” Susan gasped. “This is wrong!”

Hannah didn’t care about Susan’s words, mostly because she could watch Susan from the corner of her eye, enough to see Susan absentmindedly caressing Harry’s muscles while looking at him like a particularly delicious slice of pumpkin pie.

Instead, Hannah looked at Hermione, begging silently. Hermione chuckled even as she summoned one of her mirrors closer, allowing Hannah to watch what was happening behind her. Losing her virginity to Harry was fun.

Losing her virginity to Harry while he played with her best friend was even better. It shouldn’t … but it was.

Harry seemed to agree because he didn’t even bother speaking to Hannah to ask for her opinion. Instead, he grabbed Susan’s conjured shirt and ripped it hard enough to send the buttons around. “I always wanted to do that,” he said, enjoying the sight of Susan’s tits, a Hufflepuff tie dangling in her valley.

Susan gasped at his admission. Or at least, that was what Hannah assumed. Her reaction might also be about Harry pulling her down by her tie, and catching her lips. Hannah watched them, fascinated.

“Move your ass, Hannah,” he said as he pulled out of the kiss, punctuating it with another spank. “I thought that Hufflepuffs were supposed to be hardworking.”

Hannah followed his order, her pleasure compounding further. Yet, even as her pleasure exploded, she watched him kiss Susan domineeringly. Soon, he stopped kissing her lips, only to move down, trailing kisses along her jaw, then down her neck.

Susan still said nothing, her moans mixing with Hannah’s. Then, Hermione moaned as well, which made Hannah pay attention to her.

Hermione was sitting on the other sofa, watching them with her legs parted open, her fingers furiously disappearing into her core as she enjoyed the show.

Not that Hannah could blame her. The mirror not only allowed Hannah to watch Susan but also herself. And, she looked incredible as she moved up and down, Harry’s cock disappearing deeper and deeper inside her.

It was an incredible show.

“Harry, please,” Susan moaned and shivered. “More.”

“As you wish,” Harry said even as he put his hands on Susan’s ass, mauling them while he captured her nipples between his lips, biting and licking aggressively. Susan’s moans exploded. Then, he cast a spell on Susan, making her float.

Only when he dragged her in front of his face, Hannah realized his objective. His tongue darted out, invading Susan’s folds just like Susan had done to Hannah earlier. But, the speed and the determination of his tongue were unmatched. Susan was helpless, losing herself to a desperate moan.

“You taste as good as Hannah feels around my cook,” Harry said as he pulled back for a moment. His words were daring and reckless. Not only he was fucking both of them at the same time, but also comparing them, almost like he was making sure they couldn’t ignore it.

No, Hannah corrected herself as she caught Hermione’s satisfied grin. It was certainly to make sure they couldn’t ignore it. Such domineering daring only made the moment sexier.

“Oh, harder,” Hannah found herself squeaking.

“Faster, please,” Susan gasped at the same time. “You … you got an amazing tongue. I didn’t know it could feel like this.”

Watching Susan slowly lose her sanity under the invasion of pleasure pushed Hannah deeper into the land of pleasure. It looked even more spectacular when he grabbed her ass tighter, leaving red marks behind by his touch.

“Oh, fuck, Harry. Please, faster,” Susan begged again as Harry treated her as a toy. Meanwhile, Hannah moved up and down again and again … until another climax hit. She started shivering, her vision darkening for a moment. Hannah might have collapsed if it wasn’t for Hermione’s sudden assistance, holding her shoulders.

Though, she only helped her until she ended up lying on the floor, on her back, too exhausted to stand up.

“Our bed is ready, Susan,” Harry said. Only then, Hannah’s eyes widened as she realized what he was about to do. She was shocked, but not disapproving as Susan ended up on top of her, their tits pressed together.

“Hi, bestie,” Hannah muttered, enjoying Susan’s shock too much to feel the same.

“How are you so calm —“ Susan gasped, which was all she was able to say before Harry invaded her core with a sharp push. “Ohh, too big.”

“Just take a deep breath, it helps,” Hannah commented unhelpfully, unable to hide her smile even as Susan’s face contorted with pleasure.

“Please fuck her harder, Harry,” Hermione commented. “She deserves it for trying to sabotage our fun party.”

“To her defense, she just wanted to monopolize my cock. Can you blame her,” Harry commented, which was arrogant, but not undeserved. “Maybe I should pull out and let her recover.”

“No!” came a desperate answer. To Hannah’s surprise, it was Susan who shouted.

“Alright, but only if you give Hannah a little kiss. We don’t want her to feel neglected.”

Hannah was surprised by the kiss, especially Susan’s lack of hesitation. But, she did only for a second. After all, a mere kiss was hardly an impressive delivery when compared to where Susan’s tongue had been.

It felt good, but nowhere as good as Harry’s next move. “Hannah, spread yourself for me,” he ordered.

She reached down and used both hands to spread open her pussy while continuing to kiss Susan. She didn’t hesitate even for a second, and her reward arrived just as immediately. He pulled out of Susan, only to sink deep into her, pushing deep inside.

A few pumps later, he pulled back. Susan’s moan gave her a good idea about where he went. That turned out to be a new pattern, as he continued to jump between them, fucking them together. “Damn, I wish that I did this when I was still at school. If I did, I wouldn’t have been so stressed in my fifth year.”

“Oh, I wish,” Hannah moaned, the idea awakening a profound sense of loss. The idea of spending the last several years fucked by him was too incredible. Too bad it was just a dream.

“I’m about to cum,” Harry said.

“Inside,” Hannah begged.

“Maybe later. For now, I have a dream I have to complete,” Harry said even as he flipped Susan, who ended up lying next to Hannah. Harry pointed his cock, and started spraying their tits with his cum. Their tits, with their conjured Hufflepuff ties still between their tits. In a way, it felt like they were being objectified. Not that she was complaining about it.

At the same time, a flash exploded, making Hannah realize that Hermione had a camera in hand, recording them.

“Incredible work, Harry,” Hermione said as she continued to take a few more photos, immortalizing their stained body. “Now, how about I help you keep entertained while our hardworking badgers catch their breaths for a bit…”

Hannah would have liked to argue, but unfortunately, Hermione was right. She needed to catch her breath.

At least, she would have a show to watch while resting…