Harry caught Susan's gaze, enjoying her shocked expression too much to even take a peek into her mind.
However, he wasn't enjoying it as much as the way Hannah's wet lips wrapped tightly around his shaft as he pushed forward, giving him the honor of graduating yet another Hufflepuff from her pesky virginity, the shock of being caught only making it even tighter. Each push made her rock on the massage table, her tits rubbing against its smooth surface, her oily body making the movement even smoother.
Hannah opened her mouth as Harry slid inside her, trying to push herself to an upright position as she did so, no doubt trying to explain to Susan how it was a misunderstanding. Harry had no intention of listening to such pointless babble.
Luckily, a sharp push that taught Hannah a renewed meaning of pleasure solved both problems at the same time. Hannah's arms trembled, terminating her attempt to push herself up while simultaneously turning the words that were about to leave her beautiful lips into a spectacular moan.
Harry pulled back for a moment, giving Hannah a moment to catch her breath, then pushed inside even harder, earning a much more spectacular moan in the process, almost deafening, making Susan flinch in shock.
It even shattered one of the ceramics, though Harry could feel a flare of magic assisting that. "Oh, accidental magic," Harry said mockingly as he slapped Hannah's ass. It was certainly a shameful occurrence at this age, but the combined weight of incredible pleasure and the unprecedented shame managed to shatter Hannah's self-control.
Hannah tried to answer, but another push of Harry's hips was more than enough to replace that with another spectacular moan that challenged their eardrums.
Harry turned his attention to Susan without not stopping his hips even for a moment, enjoying the thoroughly shocked expression that invaded her face as she struggled to accept the situation. Harry understood, as catching her shy best friend in the process of being fucked by her boyfriend - at least sort-of boyfriend.
The fact that it was her bathroom and Harry was not supposed to be there just made the situation more surreal.
Of course, Harry just smirked at her shock. He had never promised her exclusivity, and while others might have assumed the best friend was supposed to be off-limits, Harry certainly didn't ascertain that view. "Come closer," he ordered, ready to give her a mental push once she rejected that.
Amusingly, that proved not to be necessary. She started walking forward without a complaint - though it was more about her shock than her obedience if her blank expression was any indicator.
Harry waved his hand, closing and locking the door again, locking Susan inside as well. "I - I want to leave," Susan said as she looked at the door that had just slammed, the sound it created enough to destroy Susan's daze.
"I can't hear you due to Hannah's slutty moans," Harry said, not bothering to hide his mocking edge as he did so. He slapped Hannah's ass, making her moan even louder. "Come closer."
Susan's expression of anger was beautiful, showing that she was worthy of her hair color. Harry had no doubt that, earlier in their warped relationship, that would have been enough to actually make her attack. It would have been justified, of course. Harry was not only fucking her best friend in front of her but managing to do so in a way that demeaned both of them at the same time.
Yet, after everything she had gone through, all Harry needed to do was to touch into her mind and bring her guilty arousal to the surface. It hadn't been even difficult, as it was already dominating her mind, only to be forcibly pushed down by pesky feelings of tradition and other nonsense. The small mental trick was all that was needed to destroy her anger, and pull her arousal to the surface.
She walked closer, obeying his last command, her beautiful face getting redder with each step. "S-Susan," Hannah still managed to stammer between her moans, her guilt apparent.
"She's such a bad friend, isn't she?" Harry said as he spanked Hannah's spectacular booty once more. Hannah moaned, and Susan nodded. "Having sex with your boyfriend in your bathroom, disrespecting you," he added, and Susan nodded again, taking another step to close the distance even further. Harry smirked. "And without even the courtesy to give you the option to join."
This time, Susan had a naughty smirk blooming on her face as she nodded, though her smirk didn't exactly exude confidence, still trembling with hesitation. "Exactly," she said with a trembling voice as she tried to encourage herself.
"Susan-" Hannah tried to say, but a sharp push of his hips and another spank worked wonderfully to silence her.
"You don't get to talk, slut," Harry said, just bastardly enough to ignore the fact that he was the one that seduced her without any initiative from her. Yet, he did so, because Hannah's submissive personality reacted to that excellently.
Then, he looked at Susan pointedly. "E-exactly. You need to shut up, s-slut," Susan said at his prompting, though that didn't prevent her voice from cracking with a lack of confidence. Luckily, Hannah was not at a point to catch that little stammer, not with her focus occupied with more important things, like her steadily growing pleasure.
Harry sent another pointed glare to Susan, this time his gaze dipping down to Hannah's ass, rippling bountifully with each push. This time, it took a few seconds for Susan to process her hesitancy, but ultimately, she managed to spank her best friend.
It was a weak, ineffectual slap, one that Hannah hardly noticed under his rod of dominion. "Come on, Susan. You're punishing your best friend who dared to steal your boyfriend. Do it harder," he whispered throatily.
"I didn't -" Hannah tried to answer panickedly. To her credit, she was correct, as she had been steadily seduced without taking any initiative, but under the circumstances, such a defense wouldn't have worked even if she had the sufficient air in her lungs to deliver that explanation.
And if Susan allowed her to finish. The moment Hannah tried to explain, Susan spanked her ass again, this time much harder, forcing Hannah to interrupt her words again. She didn't hit as hard as Harry, but interestingly, it still made Hannah tighten much more. Apparently, being spanked by her best friend worked much better as a punishment.
Who could have guessed?
"Better," Harry said, and Susan spanked Hannah again, this time even harder, the approval she had earned working wonders to damage her hesitation further. After a few more spanks that made Hannah moan and cry even louder, Harry grabbed her waist, interrupting the next one. Susan looked at him questioningly, but Harry just smirked as he pulled her hand down…
Until her fingers were resting on Hannah's crotch, directly on top of her clit.
The overtly-sexual move was enough to break Susan's mood rather spectacularly. The confidence she had built through the repeated spanks was gone, replaced by another, even more intense, blush. "Make your fingers dance," Harry ordered.
Her shock made her even more receptive to his orders, and her fingers started wiggling, which had a rather incredible impact on Hannah's mood. "Oooohhh, oooohhh, ohhhh!" she cried loudly as she started wiggling helplessly under the anticipation of an orgasm that would soon explode, even her cursory attempts to stop gone as she accepted the double-pronged assault.
"You are lucky to have Susan as a best friend, Hannah," Harry commented as he spanked her once more, replacing the absence of Susan's softer hands with his rough ones. "Someone else would have cut contact, but she's ready to forgive you." He paused for a smirk. "After a proper punishment, of course," he added. "Right, Susan?"
"R-right," she stammered, too distracted by the fact that she was fingering her best friend while she was being steadily fucked by Harry to give a more detailed answer. Harry doubted she even understood all of his words, let alone reacting correctly.
"Ooohhh, Harry," Hannah managed to gasp in a rare show of initiative. "I c… can't… can't take it anymore, ooohhh." Yet, despite her verbal complaints, her only reaction was to raise her hips to allow him even better access.
He was a true gentleman, and he couldn't let such a beautiful request go without a response. He immediately grabbed her thighs, using the leverage to bring his assault even deeper, each push making her moan even louder. Yet, before she climaxed, Harry decided to give her another chance. He pulled out for a moment, only to flip her on the massage table, her back pressing on the surface and her amazing tits, perky despite their size, pointing at the ceiling.
Tits that started to sway beautifully as he slipped inside once more, ramming hard into her. It was a simple position change, but took one of her more important abilities. Her ability to avoid eye contact. Yet, she wasn't the only one that gasped in shock. Susan also took a step back as she gasped, showing Hannah wasn't the only one that was being helped by avoiding eye contact.
Harry had no intention of allowing her to retreat, of course. He put his hand on the small of her back and pushed her forward. "Sweetie, your friend is too loud, why don't you help me by silencing her," he said, a little mental poke just enough to give her an idea about the exact manner to do so.
She took another step forward, her legs trembling in shock, but she failed to lean forward before Harry put his hand on her back again and gave a little push.
Hannah gasped as she noticed Susan hovering above her, but she didn't ask her to stop. Her lack of a request might be more about her endless cries as the pleasure's hold on her body got stronger, but Harry didn't exactly care about that distinction, not when he was busy with Susan's slow descent.
Hannah's core tightened even further when Susan's lips landed on her lips, the shock of being kissed by her best friend finally pushing her already tense body over the cliff. She started trembling as a spectacular climax hit her, turning her into a gasping and trembling mess.
Yet, Susan's lips worked wonders to contain her moans, their kiss slowly getting more passionate.
She deserved a reward, Harry decided as he waved his hand, vanishing every bit of fabric on her beautiful body…