Harry’s home had an extremely large shower. Way TOO big, he’d always thought. So big that you’d never need to use the whole thing.
It was basically a very small room, or the size of a walk in closet. The tiles were a nice cream color that was almost white. The shower head pumped out enough water that when you stood under it and closed your eyes, you could feel like you were losing yourself in a nice cozy spring. It had a glass wall including the door, which was completely transparent, and right now three beautiful women were lined up against that with their breasts pressed flat.
Sinistra, Gwenog, and Angelina had their black hair hanging down their backs, damp and clumpy in places from the water. The cum had been washed off of them by the hot water pouring out of the showerhead, which bathed their bodies when all four of the shower’s occupants climbed inside. For a long time, Harry and the women had played a game of groping and kissing. His hard dick stood up between his legs. In his hands was a bottle full of a thick and heavy oil. Lube.
“Ready, girls?” Angelina asked.
“Very,” Gwenog said, her voice slightly breathless.
“You’re sure that this will feel good?” Sinistra asked. “Harry’s penis is… VERY big.”
Angelina chuckled. “Oh, it feels better than good, baby. Just you wait.”
She reached around and grabbed her thick, curvy, dark cheeks. Her fingers dug in so far that her nails were almost touching. Angelina pulled outwards with both hands and separated her cheeks, revealing what was underneath.
Harry took a moment to enjoy the view. They were waiting, though, so he turned the bottle over and started emptying it into his palm.
He went left to right. His dick cloaked in lube, Harry started behind the most nervous out of the three. Sinistra was visibly agitated, although it was partially out of excitement.
Sinistra was right that this was going to be an extremely tight fit. So in addition to coating his member in lube, Harry applied another helping around the entrance to her asshole, drizzling it on.
“Did you hear that?” Gwenog crooned. “She’s moaning already! Oh, Harry, you are going to SHATTER her.”
“Be quiet,” Sinistra mumbled. “You’re making fun of me.”
“That’s the spirit. Shake those two off and ignore them,” Harry said. He dropped the lube bottle next to his feet to free up his hands. “Focus on me, Aurora. Just me.”
She really didn’t have a choice. Within the next few seconds Harry’s dick was inside of her, slammed in so far that his balls slapped against her body, while she was stretched like a banana peel around an eggplant.
“AHHHHHYAAAAHHH!” Sinistra squealed.
Harry had never heard a woman make a noise quite like it. He enjoyed it. The noise spurred him to go faster, which he did. That made Sinistra offer a whole host of similar moans.
The entire room was steamy; while they fucked, the shower was still running, spraying the floor with fresh warm water. The sound of the drops against the floor paled in comparison to Sinistra’s raucous volume. Gwenog and Angelina stayed in the same position that Sinistra was in, refusing to loosen the grip of their hands. If they did, and the other one didn’t, they feared that Harry wouldn’t fuck them next.
“I know what you said, Angie, but it can’t feel THAT good, can it?” Gwenog asked.
Sinistra was squirting now. Her pussy sprayed out droplets that landed between her feet and ran in a trail toward the drain of the shower.
“You’ll find out, won’t you,” Angelina said.
“Hopefully sooner rather than later,” Gwenog mumbled. She was looking to the side, watching as Sinistra convulsed with pleasure.
Harry fucked his beautiful former teacher until the tightness of her ass became a grip that he couldn’t handle. Harry planted his hands on the glass window on either side of Sinistra’s head. After his last thrust, he remained buried in her ass. That was where his cum poured out.
“Oooooohhhh…” Sinistra moaned.
Harry’s face was right behind her head. He absently kissed the backside of her hair. Sinistra shuddered and started squirting. Her hands finally came loose from her ass, her cheeks snapping back into position with impressive elasticity. Harry felt the ripples against the sides of his dick.
He finally stepped back once the last of his cum had been squeezed out. He stared at Sinistra, whose knees turned inwards and were knocking together. To be fair, this was far from the first thing that they had done together in the last eighteen hours. Still, to see what an effect it’d had on her was… Arousing.
Harry held his hand out to the side. His palm was pointed down, which acted as a backstop for the lube bottle when it shot straight up into the air. Gwenog had been watching over her shoulder.
“Wandless magic. Hot,” she said.
“Is it?” Harry asked, genuinely curious. He stepped closer to her pulled apart ass cheeks while emptying lube onto his hands, adding a fresh coating to his dick.
“What can I say? I love a competent man,” Gwenog said. “Just standing this close to you is almost enough to make me squirt on my knickers. You know, if I had been wearing any.”
She gave a charismatic smirk, although Harry could only see it reflected in the glass of the slower door. Her foot tapped the ground, splashing very softly in the water that had collected there, belaying her true nervousness.
“Have you done anal before?” Harry asked. He was still lathering lube along his dick.
“Not with someone hung like a hippogriff,” Gwenog said.
“Well, I guess that there’s a first time for everything.”
Her eyes widened as she heard the lube bottle hit the floor again. It was the only warning that she got before his dick was inside of her ass.
“Fucking shit fuck—OH!” Gwenog gasped.
A very different reaction from the one that Sinistra gave. Less cute, Harry decided, but still arousing. She was cursing like a sailor, dredging up words that he was pretty sure Sinistra had never said in her life and would never say, even if you threatened her with dark magic.
From Gwenog, it worked. The gorgeous quidditch star managed to make it sound natural when she was cursing, even when that was nearly every word out of her mouth:
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK that’s good!”
Her hair was hanging down her back. Harry put his hand on her scalp and pushed her forehead against the glass. She kept her hands peeling her ass apart, even when he thrusted so hard that her knuckles had to be stinging.
Sinistra had dropped onto her knees to recover from what Harry had done to her. When he glanced over, he found getting more aroused. She looked beautiful on her knees, and seeing his cum still dripping out of her ass made him one to fill another beautiful brown asshole.
“Pucker up,” Harry said.
“I—FUCKING—am!” Gwenog gasped.
Her insides were clenching down on Harry as he thrusted, thrusted, and busted.
Just like Sinistra ahead of her, Gwenog’s ass was filled. And just like Sinistra, when it happened, her pussy started squirting. Gwenog was made of stern stuff and used to some aches and soreness. She stayed on her feet, although she panted like she’d just finished the most grueling quidditch match of her career.
“Fucking delightful,” Gwenog said.
Which left Harry’s wife.
She was in the same position as the other who, prying her ass apart. Harry picked up the lube bottle, bending down to grab it this time. He stepped over, looking at Angelina for a few moments.
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her around, surprising her.
Before his wife had fully adjusted, Harry was picking her up. Her hands latched onto his back for stability, while he grabbed her ass in a similar way to how she’d been pulling it open. Her shoulderblades pressed into the glass door as she was suspended in the air.
“Harry—” Angelina said.
He stepped closer and his dick pressed into her body from below. Her stomach was curled enough that not only was her pussy facing him, but when his dick was placed beneath her, his tip pressed onto the entrance of her asshole.
Harry was very grateful that he had enough residual lube across his cock to not have to apply another layer. He would have hated to waste that much time right now.
He looked his wife in the eyes before he buried himself into her ass.
Angelina hissed. She, however, had an advantage that the other two women lacked. This was not her first time taking Harry in this hole. In fact, this was something of a treat for the two of them.
Angelina’s hands slid up his back to reach his hair.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you more,” Harry said.
“You don’t. But I love that you think you do,” she said.
As Harry grinned, their lips met, igniting a kiss.
Gwenog and Sinistra were both watching. They didn’t know who to be more impressed by. There was Harry, who had cum more times than they could count the night before, and was now still hard after dominating both of them. Then there was Angelina, who was taking the same monster that they had both taken, while keeping her composure.
She felt good, definitely. They could all see her pussy lips trembling as her insides turned to mush. Eventually, after five minutes (longer than either of the two before her had lasted) she squirted on Harry. It ran along his abs and caused Gwenog to lick her lips.
“I want to lick it off him,” Gwenog said.
“Yes…” Sinistra sighed longingly.
Gwenog looked to the side in shock, not having expected the well mannered professor to agree with one of her uncouth thoughts. However, neither of them could follow through, because Harry was busy.
The glass wall rattled as Harry fucked his wife. Her big and muscular legs wrapped around Harry. You could see the definition of her quads and glutes as she made sure to keep his body close.
Harry pulled Angelina’s hands off of his back and pinned her arms to the glass. When they were there, his hands slid up from her wrist until his palms were on her palms. There, he slid his fingers in between her own. They held hands as he stretched her ass out.
They went longer than Harry had with the other girls. Angelina could handle much more. In fact, when he came in her ass, he kept fucking. The two of them taxed their bodies to exhaustion. Sexual familiarity meant that they knew that point well, both their own and that of their partner, and understood they could keep going.
Finally, the two of them pried their lips apart. They were both panting, while their audience of two had started fingering their pussies as they watched, unable to hold back. The water pooling around their feet was starting to cool as the shower struggled to produce hot water, shooting lukewarm droplets into the floor behind them.
Angelina bit her lip. Harry gave a hard thrust. Her body slid up the misty glass for about an inch, creating a squeak. At the apex, Harry came in his wife’s ass. Fresh cum joined what he’d already left there. His dick slid out of her, finally starting to hang instead of standing up. He carefully helped his wife down from where he’d lifted her, making sure her feet touched down gently.
It was a bit embarrassing when the other two started to clap.
“I’ve got to be honest, Angie, I didn’t know you had that in you,” Gwenog said.
Sinistra was even more to the point.
“Can you teach me how to do that?” she asked.
Angelina was taken aback for a moment. This was soon replaced with a smile.
“Of course I can,” Angelina said. “The secret is lots, and lots, and lots of practice.”