Holiday with Harry (Part 2) (Exclusive) (Patreon)

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

Holiday with Harry

Part 2

“Enough with the teasing. Take us upstairs, Harry,” Victoire said, her breath hot and ragged as her fingers clawed at his shoulders. Rose, breathless and blushing, giggled behind her hand, but Harry could see the desire in her eyes. She nodded eagerly and shivered when he pulled her closer by the hip. The girls’ bodies radiated heat, their skin glistening in the firelight, and the musk of their arousal hung thick in the room.

Harry was ready to give them exactly what they wanted. He swept up both girls at once and stood with one arm around Rose’s waist and the other around Victoire’s. Victoire squealed in delight and wrapped her legs around his hips. He could feel the dampness of her thong against his skin as she clung to him. Rose gasped and pressed her face into his shoulder, laughing as he spun her off the rug and into the air. Both girls were lighter than he expected, and their bodies were incredibly soft. 

They made it up the first few stairs before the giggling started. Victoire nipped at Harry’s ear and licked his neck teasingly. Rose’s fingers traced the lines of his abs, and she sighed with contentment as her palm followed the trail down toward his waistband. Harry’s cock ached in his sweatpants, and he nearly tripped on the stairs when Rose gave him a tentative squeeze.

By the time they reached the second floor, Victoire was nibbling his earlobe and whispering dirty suggestions. She bit down hard and said, “I want you to fuck us, Harry. Both of us … at the same time.”

Rose giggled but didn’t disagree. Instead, she slid her tongue along his collarbone, tasting the salt of his skin. “I’ve never … but with both of us, it’ll be easier, right?” she asked, her voice trembling with excitement. Harry nodded and let the girls pull him down the hall to the bedroom.

Rose tumbled onto the bed first, giggling while she flopped onto the comforter. Her legs spread wide, and her thong pulled tight between her puffy, pink lips. Victoire straddled her and kissed her hungrily while her hands roamed everywhere. Her lips drifted over Rose’s breasts, her thighs, and her stomach. They rolled around and accidentally rubbed their crotches together, which sent them into a giggle fit.

Harry stripped down until his cock was standing hard and proud. He stroked his shaft while watching the two topless girls roll around. He crawled between the girls, taking a breast in each hand, and squeezed lightly, loving the way their bodies pressed together around him. Victoire’s tits were full and pale, and her nipples were stiff and crinkled. Rose’s were just a bit smaller, and her nipples were so sensitive that she bit down on her hand when Harry sucked on them.

Victoire didn’t waste a second. She reached for Harry’s cock, and her fingers curled confidently around the base. She began to stroke him slowly but firmly, the pads of her fingers gliding easily along his hot skin. She grinned up at Harry, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. Victoire then leaned in and dragged her warm tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip. Rose, both amused and aroused, covered her mouth with both hands to muffle a gasp. She then giggled breathlessly as she watched Victoire work. Not to be outdone, she inched closer and started nuzzling at Harry’s neck, planting tiny kisses down his throat while her hand tentatively joined Victoire’s.

Together, the girls’ hands glided over Harry’s cock, and their strokes alternated and overlapped. Occasionally, their fingers tangled together, and they’d both laugh. Harry couldn’t help but chuckle along with them. Harry’s breath became ragged, and his hips bucked as they worked him together. He could feel the tension building with every tug. Victoire was the first to take him in her mouth. She pursed her lips around the swollen tip, swirled her tongue over the slit, and then sucked hard. Her cheeks hollowed as she took him deep. The sensation nearly snapped Harry’s control, and he groaned loudly. One hand gripped Rose’s thigh, and the other threaded into Victoire’s silvery hair.

Rose watched, fascinated by the sight of her friend sucking on their crush’s cock. Her face was flushed a deep red. She licked her lips unconsciously. Then, feeling emboldened, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Harry’s shaft just above where Victoire’s mouth was working. She kissed and licked along the length. Rose was a little shy at first, but then she became more daring as she felt Harry’s cock twitch against her lips. Victoire glanced up with her mouth still full and winked at Rose, encouraging her to be bolder.

With growing confidence, Rose moved to the tip, where it glistened with a bead of pre-cum. She licked it away, enjoying the salty taste. She then gently sucked it while her tongue flicked over the sensitive underside. Victoire, not ready to relinquish control, moved lower to take his balls in her mouth. She rolled them carefully on her tongue before letting them pop free. The two girls traded Harry’s cock between their lips, kissing, licking, and sucking in tandem. Their cheeks sometimes brushed together, and sometimes their lips met on his shaft before giggling and diving back in.

Harry nearly lost his mind from the sensation of two soft, wet mouths worshipping his cock at once. Their tongues danced over him, and he could feel their warm breaths and hear the smacking of their lips, the slurping, and the greedy little moans. Sweat beaded on his brow. Just as he felt the pressure in his balls increase, Victoire pulled off with a loud pop, and Rose released him from her mouth, both girls giggling and wiping their lips.

“No way we’re letting you finish that fast,” Victoire said in a husky voice, and shot Rose a look to confirm. Rose nodded with pink cheeks, but her eyes were locked on Harry’s cock as it throbbed with need.

Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He reached for both girls and, in one swift, powerful tug, he lifted them off the bed and onto their backs side by side. They shrieked with laughter and flailed their limbs, but they quickly composed themselves as Harry leaned over them. His hands easily found the elastic bands of their panties. He hooked his thumbs in either side and slowly peeled them down. The panties slid over their hips and down their thighs. The fabric was so damp it clung to their pussies before finally slipping free and dropping to the floor.

The scent of wet pussy immediately filled the air. It was sweet and intoxicating. Harry paused to admire the sight. Victoire’s mound was completely bare. Her lips were shaved smooth, and they were glossy with arousal. Her inner folds were a glistening light pink. The amount of wetness was obscene, and it dribbled slowly onto the bedspread beneath her. She unashamedly watched him examining her, and she spread her legs wide with the soft soles of her feet pressed to the sheets. Her pussy lips were plump and perfectly symmetrical, and her clit was already swelling out from its hood. Harry stared at the hard little nub at the apex of her slit.

Rose, in contrast, kept her thighs clamped together, and her hands fluttered nervously at her sides. Her mound was hairless too, and the skin was a shade darker. Her lips were slightly puffier than Victoire’s, and the inner petals were just barely visible where they peeked out. The wetness on her pussy was less dramatic, but the way it smeared beneath her thighs showed she’d been leaking steadily for some time. Her shyness only made Harry’s cock twitch harder.

“Don’t be shy, Rose,” Harry teasingly told her while stroking her knee. “You’re gorgeous. Both of you are.” That made Rose’s blush deepen to an impossible red, but she smiled, and Victoire reached over to squeeze her hand. Harry’s fingers slipped behind her knee, and he toyed with her delicate skin. Rose gasped, and her eyes fluttered. 

“Show him, Rosie,” Victoire whispered in her ear. She bit her lip, and her blue eyes glinted with lust. Rose hesitated, then allowed Harry to gently ease her knees apart. Her legs trembled, but she let them fall open, exposing her glistening pussy to him. The folds parted on their own, and the inner flesh was a delicate, shimmering pink. Her clit, though still mostly hidden, poked out whenever she shifted her hips. Harry knelt between their legs with one hand resting on each thigh, utterly captivated by the view.

“Perfect,” he said, unable to keep the lust from his voice. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”

Victoire beamed, her expression proud and a little smug. She reached down and stroked herself with two fingers, sliding easily between her slippery lips. Rose watched, entranced by Victoire’s bold actions. She then copied her, and her own hand dipped to rub little circles over her clit. The two girls side by side, touching themselves for him, was enough to nearly make Harry lose control for good, but he had other plans. 

He sat up and beckoned them into the position he wanted. The girls hesitated for a second. Rose’s cheeks were bright pink, and Victoire’s blue eyes were wide with hunger. They quickly obeyed, trembling as they scrambled into place. Victoire slid to the middle of the bed, and her long, pale limbs arranged themselves around Rose. Rose crawled over her and let Harry’s strong hands guide her. She settled on top of Victoire, their bodies pressed together. Their breasts squished against each other, and the soft, pale curves flattened and then rebounded with the movement of their chests. Their stiff and crinkled nipples grazed and rubbed, drawing tiny shudders from both as they adjusted their position. Even the friction of their bare stomachs made them gasp.

Harry took a moment to enjoy the view. Their hairless mounds lined up perfectly and were pressed so tightly that the pale folds at the base flattened and puckered with every little movement. When Rose shifted uncertainly, her slick lips mashed into Victoire’s, and both girls hissed in pleasure as their clits bumped and slid together. Wetness smeared between them, and a thin, shining line of it trickled down Victoire’s thigh onto the bed.

“Like this?” Rose whispered, her face only inches from Victoire’s. She blushed even deeper as she looked down at their entwined bodies. Harry reached over to stroke her back, and his large palm soothed the trembling in her shoulders.

“Exactly like that,” he told her, and his voice was husky enough to make both girls shiver.

Rose’s breath caught as she felt Harry’s hot, rigid cock press into the crease between their mashed mounds. She instinctively arched her back, which only made her breasts grind harder against Victoire’s. She felt the tip of his cock nudge at the sticky seam where her pussy and Victoire’s met. The sensation was so new and startling that her head fell onto Victoire’s shoulder, and she moaned softly.

Victoire gripped Rose’s hips and guided her down, sandwiching Harry’s shaft between their slippery lips. With every little movement, their pussies slid against the length of him, and the head of his cock caught at their clits before gliding over the slick folds with obscene ease. Harry rocked his hips gently, and the shaft glided in the snug, hot gap between their bodies.

Both girls writhed in pleasure. Rose trembled each time the fat head rolled over her clit, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Victoire ground her hips upward and let the ridge of Harry’s cock saw against her own engorged nub until her thighs began to quiver.

Harry put a hand on Rose’s back and pressed them tightly together so the friction would be even firmer. He then started to thrust in earnest. On every stroke, the head of his cock found the slippery, yielding junction of their mounds, and the girls’ clits were mashed and rolled together. Their gasps and moans were music to his ears. Rose’s cries were higher and more desperate, and Victoire’s were rougher and more urgent.

The room filled with the wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies sliding together. Sweat beaded on Harry’s back and forehead and dripped onto the girls’ skin. Rose squealed when he thrust harder, and Victoire’s legs wrapped around them both, locking the whole trio in a writhing knot. The pace quickened, and the pleasure grew more intense with every pass of Harry’s cock.

“Oh, god,” Victoire hissed, her voice unsteady. “Don’t stop, Harry. Please keep going!”

The next thrust slid the tip of his cock directly over her clit with such force that Victoire’s legs spasmed. She arched up off the bed, mashing her breasts into Rose’s and shoving her pussy so hard against Rose’s that both girls screamed. Rose’s hands dug into Victoire’s arms, and her hips jerked uncontrollably. Her orgasm hit her so suddenly and so hard that she cried out into Victoire’s neck. Wetness flooded the gap between their thighs, and Harry felt it gush and coat his cock.

Victoire came seconds later. Harry could feel the ripple of her pussy lips clenching even as his cock glided between them, and he had to grit his teeth not to lose it right then. She twisted under Rose, her whole body shaking, and her nails scratched at the sheets. The two girls clung to each other and rode out their orgasms together, both gasping and whimpering as Harry continued to fuck their swollen clits.

Harry slowed but didn’t stop. He let the girls come down before moving them into a new position. Suddenly, Rose was on her back with her legs spread wide. Victoire was propped up on one elbow beside her so she could watch every move. She suddenly squealed when she was lifted and set down right on top of Rose. Harry knelt between their trembling thighs and stroked the outside of Rose’s pussy with his fingertips. She was so sensitive that she whimpered and clutched at Victoire’s hand.

Then, using the slickness that still coated his cock, Harry lined himself up with both girls’ slits. The head straddled the gap between them. He pressed forward, this time nudging both clits at once with the fat, swollen tip. Both girls gasped at the same time. Rose’s shyness had long since been abandoned, and she reached for Harry’s cock and helped guide it, spreading her own folds when she accidentally pushed it against her pussy.

“Fuck, you’re both so wet,” Harry groaned, and the girls only moaned louder.

On the next thrust, he sandwiched his cock between their pussies again so that every inch of his shaft dragged over their raw, engorged clits. The sensation was incredible, and both girls thrust their pussies harder against him. Victoire was more aggressive and mashed her pussy into his cock with every stroke. Rose’s hips rocked helplessly, and the intense pleasure made her shudder even as she tried to keep eye contact with Victoire.

Wetness dripped onto the sheets, and the room filled with a heavy, sweet scent of their dribbling pussies. Harry felt his own orgasm getting closer, and he gripped the girls harder. This time, when the pressure peaked, he slammed forward and pressed his cock between their mounds as deep as he could. The feeling of their soft, hot mounds and smooth bellies squeezing his shaft pushed him over the edge.

“Fuck, I’m gonna …” he started to say as he pulled out, but Victoire reached back and grabbed the base of his cock. She guided it so that the tip was framed perfectly by both girls’ pussies. Harry came with a throaty groan, and hot spurts of cum squirted between their mounds and painted their glistening lips white. The first blast hit so hard that cum went between their mounds and slathered onto their bellies. The second and third followed quickly, each shot painting the puffy, trembling flesh of the girls’ slits and dripping down onto the bed.

Rose’s eyes went wide as she stared at Victoire’s pleasure-filled face, but her lips curled into a shy, awed smile. Victoire, meanwhile, ran her finger through the mess and sucked it clean without any shame. She then reached down and spread the remaining cum over her own pussy, rubbing it into her clit and sighing with satisfaction.

Victoire rolled off of Rose, and Harry collapsed between them, exhausted and sticky. He kissed both girls and let them cuddle up to him. Their skin was damp with sweat and cum, and their breathing was still ragged.

“This is shaping up to be one hell of a holiday, Harry,” she teased, brushing his cheek with her nose. Harry turned his head and kissed her. Victoire leaned into the kiss and moaned as he massaged her tongue with his. 

Rose giggled, still blushing furiously, and whispered, “I’ve never felt anything like that. Ever.”

Harry just chuckled and hugged them both tighter. “I’m not done with you yet. It’s only going to get better from here,” he assured them.