The Grass Isn't Greener Part 1 (Daphne and Astoria)

The Grass Isn't Greener

Part 1

"Should I wear a bra or just go without?" Astoria asked her older sister who was getting ready right next to her. They were in Astoria's room that was located within their large and luxurious manor home somewhere near the south coast of England.

It had been less than a year since Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord once and for all. Most people were ecstatic about that, and in truth, the Greengrass sisters were pleased as well. Her family supported the Dark Lord monetarily, though they did their best to keep that quiet. Even so, eventually, they guessed that the Dark Lord would eventually demand that the two sisters be "gifted" to his loyal supporters. The thought always made them shudder with revulsion. The ilk in his posse wasn't the type to have women drooling after them. They had also heard stories that those disgusting pigs liked to swap wives every now and then. They felt lucky to have avoided that future. Unfortunately, their family's support of Voldemort didn't stay a secret forever. Death Eaters were arrested and questioned under Veritaserum, bank accounts and records were seized, and any supporters that were discovered were harshly punished for their misdeeds.

Their parents didn't escape their notice. They were found out and were forced to flee the country. Even the girls didn't know where they were. Every so often, they would receive a letter from them letting them know that they were still alive and free. They weren't going to lie, it was a tough time for them.

While they weren't destitute, their available spending cash was getting smaller by the day. It was expensive to own and maintain a large manor after all. Even though they weren't supporters, both Daphne and Astoria had black marks on their records now. They couldn't even find crappy jobs to tide them over. Simply put, no one wanted to hire them. If things didn't change, eventually they would be in big trouble. Neither wanted to marry for money. The thought of marrying a gross, old man turned their stomachs. Not only that, but something like that took time. Time was something that they didn't have. That pretty much left one option … Harry Potter.

At the moment, Harry Potter was like the magical Jesus. In the eyes of the wizarding world, he could do no wrong. If the sisters were seen on his arms a few times, if he escorted them to a few parties or took them shopping in the alley once or twice, perhaps they would see that they weren't so bad. In reality, they were trying to use him to get back into the good graces of the magical population so that they could begin climbing the ladder of high society once again.

"Don't even bother with it. It's not like you'd be wearing it for very long anyway," Daphne snorted. Astoria flushed and nodded.

"A threesome with us …" Astoria shook her head. "I can't believe that that's the payment that he demanded. I thought he was the epitome of righteousness," Astoria said.

"Not one threesome," Daphne reminded her. "We're his to do with as he pleases every night for the next month. And as far as his righteousness is concerned, he happily reminded me that I used to hang out with Pansy and her crew and that I may have called him 'Scarhead' a time or two," Daphne confessed, looking embarrassed.

"I knew that dumb cow was going to get you in trouble!" Astoria glared. "You should have just avoided him like I did."

"Should've, could've, would've," Daphne told her. "I didn't, so here we are."

"Let's just finish getting ready and go see him. I'm tired of counting Sickles to make sure that we're not spending too much. I'm sick of people glaring at us or whispering behind our backs as we pass. If he can help with that, I'll happily give him what he wants," Astoria told her, fluffing up her hair.

"My sentiments exactly," Daphne agreed, placing her hands underneath her healthy tits and hefting them up a few times before letting them drop.

The Grass Isn't Greener

The girls stepped out of his fireplace and looked around. They obviously hadn't been there before, but the room looked quite high-class and cozy.

"Mistresses," Kreacher croaked and bowed. "The Master will be with you shortly," he said before disappearing. Just then, the door to the room opened up, and their eyes widened when a disheveled Narcissa Malfoy entered.

They had to admit, the older woman was still a knockout. She had a sexy, curvy body that most men would lust after. Every time that they ever saw her, she was always fixed up to absolute perfection. Just then, however, her hair was a mess, her sexy, red dress was wrinkled and the shoulder strap was hanging halfway down her arm. She had her red pumps in her hand while she walked funnily to the fireplace. Daphne even gasped when she saw that she was sporting some lovebites on her neck. Narcissa nodded her head. "Ladies," she greeted them before stepping into the Floo and going home.

The sisters looked at each other while blushing. "She's here for the same reason that you are," a voice suddenly made them jump. Harry Potter came into the room while smiling. "She wants back into society even more than you girls. Believe me, she's working hard for what she wants."

He walked up to them and kissed the backs of their hands before leading them out of the Floo room. He led them a few doors down until he brought them into his bedroom. Upon entering, they immediately smell the scent of sex. It seemed that he was telling the truth. Draco's mother was earning her way back into society. "Let me take your robes," Harry offered and slipped them off of their bodies.

With only high heels and panties on, the sisters made for a cock-hardening sight. He walked behind them to hand their robes up. Once he did, they felt an arm wrap around each of them. The girls were suddenly pulled against his body.

Astoria trembled as his hand slid from her lower belly all the way up to her perky breasts. Looking to her sister, she could see that Daphne was also receiving the same treatment.

"I can feel your body shaking, Astoria," he told her as he leaned in and kissed the side of her neck. "You don't need to worry. Once the month is up, you'll be living the high life once again."

The thought did make her feel better, and she began to relax as his hands fondled her breast. His fingers brushed over her rapidly hardening nipples which sent tingles down below. A soft moan from Daphne made her turn her head. Astoria blushed as she saw that he had his hand stuffed down the front of her sister's panties, and he was clearly stroking her sensitive clit. Poor Daphne was moaning and mewling sexily as she rubbed her ass against his thigh. How much of it was real and how much was acting, she didn't know. When his hand was pulled from her panties, Astoria saw his fingers absolutely soaked with juices. When Daphne saw, she blushed beet-red. Astoria blushed as well, now knowing that she wasn't acting.

"On the bed, both of you. On your hands and knees with your asses up," Harry commanded them as he began undressing. They went to the large and luxurious bed and climbed on, not even taking off their heels. Each one arched their backs and presented their lovely asses to him. Daphne was the first to feel him come up behind her. His hands caressed her smooth thighs as he leaned in and softly bit her panty-covered bottom. She squeaked from the slight pain which made him chuckle. She felt him grab the waistband of her silk underwear and slowly pull them down. Harry moaned as her tight lips were revealed. She shuddered when he dragged his tongue from her clit to her asshole. Next, he moved on to her sister.

Astoria was nervous when she felt his hands explore her soft and supple body. Like her sister, her pussy tingled when he began pulling down her panties. Once down to her knees, he placed his hands on her cheeks and spread them apart. Astoria blushed madly. She had never been treated in such a way. A pureblood princess like her demanded the respect of men. Now she was bent over like a muggle whore while Prince Charming examined her damp slit and puckered hole. It seemed that he liked what he saw because only a moment later he pressed his face into her ass and began licking and sucking on anything that his lips and tongue could reach. With his free hand, he reached over and started rolling Daphne's clit between his fingers. After a few minutes, he had both sisters mewling, moaning, and cursing out expletives while their pussies fluttered uncontrollably.

Once again, Daphne was the first to receive his treatment. He stood behind her and slapped her pussy with his cock. "Turn around and watch closely, Astoria," he told her. Turning around, she settled with her face near their genitalia. The scent of pussy was strong as she watched beads of arousal drip down from Daphne's beautiful pussy and fall to the bed. She let out a gasp when she saw the size of him. He had his cock in hand and was rubbing it up and down Daphne's naked slit. Her smooth lips were being pushed this way and that from his brutish cock. Suddenly, he pressed the head against her opening and pushed all the way in. Daphne squealed and arched her back even more as he went balls deep. Pulling out, he presented his wet cock to her.

As his cock head touched her lips, Astoria blushed but opened her mouth and began licking the wetness from him. That wasn't good enough for him, however. Instead, he stuffed his cock down her throat far enough so that she gagged. Her eyes bugged out as she had her throat fucked for the first time. She was gagging so much that her eyes began to water. When he finally pulled out, she watched through watery eyes as he plunged right back into Daphne's depths. Both of them moaned while his hips began to rock. He again ordered her to scoot next to him. She eyed her sister's pussy as it seemed to hold onto his cock tightly. When he pulled back, her pussy lips would extend from her body. When he pushed back in, a perverse squelching sound filled their ears.

"Ohhhh … no!" Daphne squealed, embarrassed by the sounds that her pussy was making. Harry just fucked her harder as he was turned on by her wet sounds. This made her noises even more pronounced.

"She's creaming!" Harry groaned as he spread her cheeks. Astoria noticed that he was correct. His cock was streaked with smears of white cream. Not only that, but some of her cream was pooling around her opening. "Put some of it on your finger and rub it into her asshole," Harry told her. Astoria's eyes widened, and she gasped at the perverseness of his order. Daphne too cried out in embarrassment. Astoria, however, did what she was told. Scooping a glob of her sister's cream onto the tip of her finger, she slowly rubbed it into Daphne's tight, puckered hole. Apparently, it was too much for the young girl. Daphne thrashed around and came violently on his cock. Astoria spotted her juices literally pouring out of her pussy and soaking the bed underneath. "So fucking tight!" Harry moaned as he pushed all the way in and seeded her sister.

When Daphne finally collapsed, too tired to even move, Harry pulled out. Astoria saw cum begin to leak from Daphne's violated hole. "Clean her up," Harry ordered, slapping Astoria on the ass hard. She squeaked in pain and grabbed her bare bottom. Blanching, she leaned down and began lapping up the warm cum that was dribbling from her sister's sloppy slit.

As she did, she felt the beastly pervert settle behind her. He spent a few minutes caressing her body before the real fun began.