A World for Witches
Chapter 7 - From Home to Home
It was the last week of Harry's first year at Hogwarts. It had been a year of great change in Harry's life, an introduction to what his body could do. Both in terms of magic and sex. Witching society was so different to his own, at least what had been his own. But now, he truly felt at home in this strange new world, at least within the grounds of Hogwarts. The wider Witching world was still alien to Harry, but life at Hogwarts had become normal to him, and the place had become home to him. He was dreading the return to Privet Drive.
But in the meantime, Harry had a job he wished to carry out. He had made steady progress in his extra Defence Against the Dark Arts class, mostly down to the exacting teaching of Professor Bellatrix Black, a woman who still completely intimidated Harry. But someone Harry had grown extremely fond of, even if she remained mostly distant, aloof and stoic to him.
He still felt that she was deserving of a thank you, it was only right for him to pay his respects to her. And there was one main way that such an expression of gratitude was done in Harry's new world. His cock was hardening just thinking about it.
As always, she was already in the Room of Requirement (their upgraded venue) when Harry showed up, despite him being early himself. Clothed monochromally, she stood at the centre of the room, a picture of patience and confidence.
"Welcome to our last session," she greeted him. "You have made good progress, more than I expected, I must admit." Compliments were rare from Bellatrix Black.
"Only because of your tutelage, Professor," Harry bowed his head respectfully, but could not hide the slight flush of pink on his cheeks from the compliment.
"Well, that is mostly true," Bellatrix, briefly wore a grin on her features, before returning to her stern visage.
"I want to thank you for sacrificing your time to help me," Harry said.
"How so?"
"By the worshipping of your body in any way you desire," Harry offered very earnestly.
"Hmm," Bellatrix had to actively resist the urge to lick her lips at this tasty morsel proffering himself to her so willingly. "Well I can edit the exercise I had in mind to accommodate this act of gratitude."
"Anything, Professor."
"I will attempt to catch you and you will try and evade me," she started to explain. "The catch being that you will have a wand, and I will not… and we will both be naked."
"Yes, Professor," Harry nodded his understanding.
"Do your worst," Bellatrix encouraged as she gave her wand a very quick couple of flourishes, leaving the both of them stark naked, their clothes in neat piles next to their feet. It was proof of her ultimate superiority over him, even though she was disarming herself before him, she could do anything she wanted to him at any moment. The act intimidated Harry, as did her naked body.
His Professor was ripped and his eyes eagerly appreciated every inch of her muscular form. Her abs were well defined, as were her biceps and calves. She was the epitome of rippling Witch physicality. She was like Hooch but not as slight, and like Angelina but clearly more mature. Harry's cock excitedly grew to its cute fullness, particularly at the sight of her flaccid cock, hanging dauntingly between her legs.
Gracefully, Bellatrix bent down and placed her wand atop her neat pile of clothes. "You run, I chase," she said. "Go."
In an instant Bella's entire body sprung from stationary into action. She bore down on Harry who just about managed to fire a basic Stinging Hex at her before dodging to the side. Wandlessly and silently she shielded herself from the attack, but it did allow Harry a brief second in which to dodge her.
Essentially this repeated itself all across the room. Harry ran and dodged, firing the arsenal of light but still painful hexes and jinxes at his Professor as she pursued him. A couple of them even got through, making Bellatrix hiss and grit her teeth at the boy.
She was secretly quite impressed by him. They both knew she could still easily defeat him from a distance with no wand and in complete silence, but he was making her work harder than she expected. That is until he made a mistake.
As they had been rushing around the room, Harry had kicked over the pile of his clothes Bella had neatly made at the beginning of the exercise. Seeing a solitary sock on the floor gave Harry a rather ambitious idea. He attempted to transfigure the item of clothing into a stone. It did not quite work, but the sock did go hard, though it still mostly retained its shape. With his wand he flung the stone at the charging Professor Black. It had taken Harry only a matter of seconds to perform what was a very impressive piece of magic for a First Year, however it was about to backfire.
Bellatrix stopped her charging and caught the stone-sock in mid-air. She smiled at him, a smile that said she had won. Completing his attempted transfiguration, she wound her arm back and threw the stone at Harry. She had purposely aimed high and wide of Harry, but it was close enough to make Harry duck out of the way. In doing so he stumbled. Though he did not fall, the lack of acceleration allowed Bellatrix her in. She slammed into her student and tackled him to the ground. "Now I have you, you little slut," Bellatrix growled in his ear. Harry gulped.
She flipped Harry on to his back with ease. He was completely in her control, allowing himself to be manipulated by his superior as she wished. Eyes glinting, Bellatrix positioned herself over her student's face, lowering her ass until it was just above his lips. Her balls too covered his nose, all she could see were a pair of vibrant green eyes either side of her hardening cock. "Lick my sweaty, hairy ass, slut!" she demanded.
Harry did as instructed, burying his tongue into his Professor's musky hole. The smell of her heavy balls hit his nose and excited him as much as performing a rimjob did. The fact that he had lost, that he was being conquered by the victor, only turned him on more. It was as it should be.
His tongue enthusiastically lapped at the fine, thin hairs that covered her tight asshole. He eagerly probed at the wrinkled hole, garnering loud moans from Bellatrix, which only encouraged him to wiggle his tongue that little harder, that little faster.
"Very good, slut," Bellatrix complimented as she jerked her hard dick over Harry's face. "Bet this is turning you on," she sniggered, twisting around to see if she was correct. His little erection proved that she was, there was even a little dribble of pre-cum. With her free hand she gently stroked his dick, even softly rubbing his slit with her thumb. Harry moaned into her ass, but that moan soon turned into a cry, as she harshly slapped his balls. "My pleasure should cum first, whore!" she loudly declared, then cackling as she fully rested her weight on his face. "Apologise, bitch! Apologise to my ass!"
Harry, short of air, desperately tried to apologise for his perceived slight, but could only vaguely mumble into the ass that was firmly sat on his lips. Bellatrix was greatly enjoying herself; her sadistic side was coming out. She was usually so controlled, but when it came to sex, another part of her came out – anything went. "I can't hear you!" she crowed before removing herself from his face. "Now let's try this famous ass," she said as Harry was just trying to get his breath back.
She turned him back over to his front, flat on the floor. She quickly placed her thighs atop his, and spat on her cock. Rubbing in the saliva with one hand she roughly shoved two fingers into his ass. "If it was as good an ass as everyone says then it should be able to take me with no trouble," she said as she placed her cock at his entrance, parting his bubbly cheeks. And then with no warning she slammed herself all the way into his hole. She could not help but let out a low groan, his ass really did feel as good as she had been told. Harry made a far louder noise.
He cried out loudly as his ass was torn in two by Bellatrix's monstrous cock. Though smaller than McGonagall's, the sudden and forceful nature of the penetration made it far more painful. Tears sprung to his eyes as he cried out again, but Bellatrix was unwavering. She slammed herself in and out of him, gripping his hair tightly, using him as she wanted. "I'm gonna use you as I want like Magic intended! All you wizard sluts should be used like this!"
"Yes, Mistress, please use me!" Harry begged, as the pain began to subside. Her cock had forcibly stretched his ass to accommodate and now the pleasure was overcoming any residual pain. The force and ferocity with which her cock was moving in and out of him was like nothing he was yet to experience. Mistress Black truly used him like he was nothing but a hole, and he absolutely loved it. "We're nothing but holes for superior Witches to use!"
"Just for that I might let you cum on my cock," Bellatrix whispered into his ear. "Morgana, your whore ass does feel good on my dick!"
"I'm happy to please you, Mistress!"
"You have been trained very well." Bellatrix was impressed with how quickly Harry had come to understand and accept his place in the Witching world. It only supported Bellatrix's view on the nature of things.
"Can I cum please, Mistress?" Pleasure was all Harry now felt as his depths were truly drilled by Bellatrix's marauding staff.
"Cum for me, whore. Cum on my dick like a true buttslut!"
With the permission to do so, Harry came, his body trembling beneath Bellatrix's firm form. He came hard as the unrelenting strokes into his ass continued at a steady intensity.
Usually, Bellatrix would be far from done in the time that she had been fucking Harry. But his ass really was special. She had dismissed the glowing reviews from her colleagues as favouritism for the resident celebrity, but in fact they were completely correct, his ass gripped her perfectly, steadily leading her towards dropping her large load inside of him.
Deciding to finish elsewhere, Bellatrix pulled out of the tight ass leaving a gaping red crater in her wake. Pulling him up by the hair, she was quick to shake him out of the post-orgasm haze he was still in; by slamming her cock down his throat. This both quickly woke him up, and quickly drove her close to orgasm. "Taste your whore ass on my cock!" She had gone balls deep in his mouth almost as quick as she had in his ass. "Morgana, I'm going to cum!" she warned only just before releasing her hot load.
The first two jets of warm cum, fired down Harry's greedy throat, the next few in his mouth, before Bellatrix pulled out and painted his face with the rest. Her hard abs tensed, thick thighs trembled and balls pulsed as she blasted Harry with thick cum. "Fuck," she panted as her orgasm subsided and she could admire the picture she had painted.
Naturally Harry wasted no time in cleaning himself up, scooping up the cum from his face and feeding it to himself. "May I clean you, Mistress?" he asked eagerly.
"Feel free," she gestured to her softening cock. Harry pulled back her foreskin and sucked at the tip, searching for any last globules of cum. "You were very impressive in all aspects of today's session."
"Thank you, Mistress," Harry blushed. "I am very grateful for you allowing me the honour of serving your body as is my duty."
"You're welcome," she smiled softly. She was quite fond of the boy. "I'm sure we will continue these sessions next year. I expect the same level of dedication," she was back in Professor mode.
"Of course, Mistress."
"Good."
And with that the session was over. Bellatrix got dressed quicker and swiftly left without so much as a goodbye. Harry simply shrugged and dressed himself before leaving the magical room and continuing on with the special day.
Nervously, Hermione ascended the stairs directly before the Headmistress' office. She was well aware of the traditions of the final day (it was in Hogwarts: A History), but she was still surprised to have been chosen. Of all the students in First Year, she was the selection the Headmistress made. The thought made her equal parts giddy and anxious. She was desperate to perform.
She knocked tentatively on the heavy door. "Enter, Miss Granger."
She had never been inside McGonagall's office but was not disappointed by its contents, mostly the sheer number of books on display. She had barely made a dent in the school library and now realised that there was so much more to learn – so many books, so little time.
"Please sit."
Hermione sat on the other side of her Headmistress's desk, fiddling with her skirt. The woman had an instantly imposing air about her, one that Hermione could only hope to emulate.
"You have easily been the standout student of your year," McGonagall praised.
"Thank you," Hermione blushed, avoiding eye contact.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you."
"Sorry, Headmistress."
"Manners are important in our world," McGonagall expressed. "But this is why I asked you up here, an invitation with two motives, well three I suppose. One is to reward you for your hard work and academic excellence over the past year. The second is to make sure you accept your place in this world. I understand the difficulties for a Muggle-born such as yourself to adapt, that world may live parallel to ours but has very different philosophies. I understand the need for an extra push sometimes, and given how much potential I see in you I would like to try and provide that for you myself."
"It has taken a lot to get used to," Hermione confessed. "But I have improved, my aura even came out recently."
"I was very happy to see that," McGonagall nodded with a smile. "But you are still too tentative for my liking, Witches such as us should stride through life, it is our right."
"Of course, Headmistress."
"So I'm going to try and help you," McGonagall said standing up from her desk and striding around to Hermione's side, perching on its edge before the first year. She lifted a foot up and dangled it before her student. "Remove my shoe and give me a massage."
Hermione did so with no hesitation. An act that would normally be seen as degrading was an honour when it was the Headmistress asking. "This is how you should act around witches and wizards; confident and assured. This sort of service is your birthright."
"What if they say no, what if they laugh at me or think I'm ugly?"
"They will not do any such thing. Your superiority will make sure of that. No one can think of you as ugly; you are one of Nature's perfect creations, that should be a belief that is fundamental to your outlook on life.
"Yes, Mistress." Hermione nodded. It was easier said than done, when you spent your entire childhood feeling like an outsider, like a freak.
McGonagall then proffered her other foot to receive the same treatment. "You're quite good at this." McGonagall smiled at the girl. "This kind of service was of course my third motivation to invite you up here. To experience your beautiful body."
Hermione blushed again, but could this time maintain eye contact as she continued to massage McGonagall's foot. Without being commanded she lifted the foot up to her mouth and softly kissed her Headmistress' toes.
"Mmm," Minerva groaned in response. The eye contact made the act very intimate. Hermione kissed each toe, before taking the big one into her mouth. "Stand up," McGonagall could feel her cock lifting her skirt. Once Hermione had stood up, McGonagall grasped the girl's face and drew her in for a slow and intimate kiss. "We inherit this earth," she whispered to the girl.
"I won't let you down."
"Now drop to your knees and worship me like a good girl."
Hermione lowered herself to find the tip of McGonagall's cock was already poking out from beneath her skirt. She flipped the offensive garment up to reveal the shaft in all its glory. Hermione had not seen one so big before and struggled to keep the look of awe off of her face. Intellectually, she knew that they could get so big, but seeing it in person was still a surprise. Dutifully and curiously, Hermione wrapped her lips around the tip of the cock and moved back and forth, as she had done to Parvati several times. Though there was a very big difference between Parvati's proportionally thin four inches, and McGonagall's thick and veiny twelve inches, the concept was the same, the theory was transferable. And so, Hermione bobbed her head on McGonagall's cock as the older woman sighed and groaned. She could not instantly take the entire length into her mouth as she could with Parvati, but she was determined to push herself to her limits.
"Look up at me with those beautiful eyes," McGonagall requested as she bunched Hermione's bushy hair out of her face. "Go as deep as you can," she encouraged as Hermione slowly moved her mouth deeper onto her cock, before gagging and pulling back up. "Taking all of it will come with time. It's not expected as it is with Harry and other wizards."
"I'm sure he can take all of it," Hermione giggled.
"He certainly can," McGonagall smiled back. "A natural born cock slut that one."
Hermione returned to the task at hand, and once again pushed her mouth down the thick shaft jutting powerfully from McGonagall's waist. She pushed as hard as she could, relaxing her throat as much as possible, but with her eyes watering she had to back off at eight inches. "A commendable attempt, Hermione," McGonagall reassured her student. As she had said, Witches, though expected to service their direct superiors, either at school or any workplace, were not treated as the cock sluts witches and especially wizards were. She knew Hermione would have it down by third year at the latest. "Now if I'm not mistaken the next part of this evening has just arrived," McGonagall announced. "Remember who you are, remember your place in our world, your world," she said to her student as she helped the girl back up to her feet.
"Come in, Mr Diggory!"
In came an older student, a very handsome Hufflepuff who Hermione recognised from his Quidditch performances.
"Thank you for the honour, Headmistress," he said deferentially to McGonagall.
"You've had another very good year," McGonagall told him. "And you are of course a particularly tasty little cock slut."
"Thank you," Cedric replied with genuine thanks. It was a big compliment for him.
"Both of you are of course here for my pleasure, but given her excellent academic results, I thought Miss Granger here could have her own little treat," McGonagall explained.
The attention in the room shifted to Hermione and she did not instantly act as McGonagall wanted her to, but the Headmistress ordering the older boy down to his knees snapped her into action. She needed to act with the confidence other Witches had. Repeating 'this is my place' in her head, Hermione took one step forward to Cedric. "Take off my skirt and underwear," she commanded. Unhesitatingly, Cedric did as he had been commanded. "Now open wide." It was like someone else was controlling her body as she thrust her now rock-hard cock into the boy's mouth. The thrill of being in command combined with the physical pleasure of having a very experienced cocksucker having his lips wrapped around her cock, helped encourage Hermione.
Unsurprisingly, Hermione's cock was absolutely no trouble for Cedric who took bigger on a daily basis, but he still enjoyed it. It was a pleasure to be a part of a Witch ascending to where she needed to in their society. Cedric also enjoyed the idea that he might come across Hermione's cock again in a couple years and it would be a lot bigger.
"Take it, take it!" Hermione gripped Cedric's hair and pounded her cock in and out of his mouth as McGonagall looked on proudly.
Due to her smaller size, Cedric could fully utilise his tongue. Usually, it was forced to lay flat in his mouth by the unwavering behemoths he usually took, but it was a pleasant change to add another layer of pleasure for the Witch before him.
Hermione grew slowly into her new role, widening her stance slightly to enable even more powerful thrusts. Her cock tickled the entrance to Cedric's throat, even making him gag occasionally.
Before long Hermione's cock was soaked in saliva, and without being prompted she decided to move things along. "Head down, naked ass up," Hermione commanded Cedric as she removed her cock from his mouth one final time.
McGonagall gently stroked her dick as she watched, proud of her student. She was convinced that there was a fearsome Witch within the meek outer shell. It seemed that she may be right; hardly a rare occurrence.
Without bothering to even spit on his ass, Hermione slid herself all the way in. There was pretty much no resistance as her balls came to rest against his ass. "This ass is more used than I expected."
"Cedric here is one of the most popular buttsluts in school," McGonagall said. "I don't think there is a single day that goes by without Cedric receiving cock in his ass."
"And happy to do so, Mistress," Cedric beamed.
"Yes, yes. Well let's put that to the test shall we," McGonagall approached Cedric and lifted his face up with her foot, indicating for him to come up and suck her cock.
Now truly on all fours, Cedric was being rammed by five inches from the back and was trying his hardest to take twelve inches at the front. Not wanting to distract from Hermione, McGonagall was idly thrusting her cock back and forth, mostly just letting Cedric suck it contentedly, but it was still quite the challenge, the width alone stretched Cedric's mouth out.
Despite its constant use and stretching, Cedric's ass still felt wonderful around Hermione's cock, though she was already fantasising about being able to truly stretch it out in a couple years' time. She shared a look with her Headmistress and felt the pride on the older woman's face, which only encouraged Hermione to fuck the boy between them more, even adding a few spanks into the mix.
But there was an end to everything, and the level of stimulation that Hermione's cock was receiving, both due to Cedric's trained holes and the occasion itself was proving to be too much. "Turn around slut I want to paint your face," Hermione ordered in as stern a voice as she could muster, it needed a bit more work. She wanted to see the product of her labours, namely Cedric with his face dripping with cream.
A quick glance up at McGonagall for approval (one does not simply stop sucking the Headmistress' cock) and then he was facing Hermione, mouth open, tongue out like an obedient cum slut. "Fuck," Hermione groaned as she jerked her load all over Cedric's patiently waiting face. Hot cum arced through the air and splattered on the Seeker's pretty face, much to his enjoyment.
Once her orgasm subsided, Cedric was quick to thank Hermione, "Thank you for the honour of letting me pleasure you, Mistress," he said, before cleaning her shrinking dick of any tasty detritus.
"Very well done, Miss Granger. Now you stand aside and observe," McGonagall re-entered the proceedings. "Back on all fours, slut."
Cedric returned to 'doggystyle' position and waited patiently and excitedly for what he knew was coming. "Thank you, Mistress," he sighed in satisfaction as McGonagall's might shaft pierced through his ring and slid inside of him. She faced little resistance as well, but naturally more than Hermione had. Cedric's ass was one of her favourites, an opinion shared by many of the staff, it gripped and clung to her so well but was so stretchy that it did not inhibit the powerful and deep strokes she was now utilising.
With one knee on the floor, McGonagall aggressively slammed into Cedric, ploughing his ass at an intense tempo. "You like taking big dick in your slutty little hole?"
"Yes, Mistress! I love it, Mistress!" Cedric replied as his ass was repeatedly battered by one of his favourite cocks. Nothing split him in two quite like McGonagall's shaft, both due to its dimensions and the way in which it was so proficiently wielded. "Please can I cum, Mistress?"
"Such an anal whore," McGonagall smirked. "Cum on my dick, slut."
At the word 'cum' Cedric did just that, his cock exploding in ecstasy, pooling his load all over the floor.
"Good boy," McGonagall pulled herself from the teenager's ass, leaving a crater in her wake. "You'll be able to do that soon," McGonagall assured Hermione, whose eyes were transfixed by the wrecked asshole.
"Thank you for the honour of using my ass," Cedric said to McGonagall once he had returned to his senses.
"Clean up," she replied simply.
Cedric moved his face to the floor and began to clean up his own cum without hesitation.
"I could clean it up in a second with magic, but I often prefer this method," McGonagall smiled at Hermione, who was immensely turned on by the sight. "So Cedric, you may come back later and receive a load from me, assuming you wear these for the rest of the day." McGonagall produced a very thick buttplug and a steel cage from a drawer.
"It would be my honour, Mistress," Cedric replied, as he took a break from cleaning the floor.
"Up."
Cedric stood and bent over the desk. "Miss Granger," McGonagall handed the bulbous plug to Hermione who moved behind Cedric and shoved it inside. It was thicker than the cock he had just taken and thus had to be wiggled a little bit, but his ass quickly gave in.
Once in, he then stood up straight, offering up his flaccid penis. McGonagall demonstrated to Hermione how to place the cage on the offending phallus. "And then a wave of the wand and it locks up," she explained. "You'll learn the incantation and movement another time. See you after dinner then, slut."
"Of course, Mistress," he said eagerly, moving to return his clothes to his body.
"And slut," Hermione said as Cedric finished re-dressing himself. "Don't wash your face until that appointment."
"Yes, Mistress," he inclined his head respectfully, before kissing both of their hands and then taking his leave.
"He is from an old family and has been disciplined very well," McGonagall noted fondly. "But now we move onto the finale," she turned her attention back to Hermione. "You may have noticed that I have not yet cum, I've been saving it for you."
"My ass?" Hermione quickly caught on.
"Well done, Miss Granger."
Hermione took a deep breath of mental preparation and then bent over the side of the desk, obediently.
"Enjoy this part, Miss Granger, it will not happen often," McGonagall crouched down behind her student and spread her cheeks. "How cute," she commented before lapping gently at the puckered hole.
"Oh, Mistress," Hermione gasped. "Don't stop!"
As she said, McGonagall rarely ate the ass of anyone she was about to fuck, but she had to admit that she did occasionally miss it; the tangy taste, the way they wriggled appreciatively under her ministrations, and the build-up to the actual fucking.
Deciding that the puckered hole was wet enough, McGonagall moved on to using fingers to stretch it out, first with one and then quickly onto two. Once they could slide in and out with ease, she added her third. Through all of this Hermione groaned and moaned in pleasure, till she whined when the fingers were removed. Though it did not take long for Hermione to compute the reason.
"I'll be gentle," McGonagall reassured the girl as she placed the head of her cock at Hermione's entrance and then pushed.
"Mooooorgana!" Hermione exclaimed as the large cock slowly wormed its way inside of her lithe body. Her ass was forced to stretch more than it ever had to accommodate the beautiful monstrosity. Hissing through gritted teeth, Hermione gripped the side of the desk tightly.
"Eight inches," McGonagall estimated as she continued her conquest. "You're doing excellently," she praised, marvelling at the tightness of the ass she was in. After years of experience McGonagall had come to learn that the best way to go balls deep in a virgin or near-virgin ass was to simply slam the final few inches in. It was painful, but in the long run was a lot more efficient for all parties involved.
"Shiiiiiiiit!" Hermione screamed as four extra inches were suddenly forced into her ass. Tears pricked the corner of her eyes but she held it together.
"Good girl, all in now," McGonagall gently whispered into Hermione's ear. The older woman took Hermione's hands from the edge of the desk and moved them, one in each hand, to in front of the girl's head. Their bodies now pressed together, McGonagall gently began to move her hips back and forth. In their current position it was easier for McGonagall to modulate her pace and force, ensuring that pleasure replaced pain before she escalated to her typically aggressive fucking style. "How does it feel now?"
"More pleasure than pain," Hermione gasped, the astonishing fulness felt incredible, as twelve inches of thick meat moved around inside her.
"You're going to beg me when you want me to go harder," McGonagall whispered in her ear.
It took only a few more minutes of the gentle, intimate pace before all Hermione felt was pleasure. "Please Mistress, fuck me harder," she pleaded, wriggling her butt back into McGonagall's body.
"You asked for it," McGonagall licked her lips in anticipation. Standing up straight, she pulled one of Hermione's arms behind her back, to use as a handlebar. With her other hand she gripped Hermione's hip and with a stunning pace, she was soon steadily fucking the young girl. It was not as aggressive as the way she had fucked Cedric, but it was still an exacting and punishing rhythm, pulling ten of her inches out and slamming them back inside.
Hermione herself was in ecstasy as her ass was abused thoroughly by her Headmistress. Every part of her was on fire, the good kind, the kind that made her want more. "Harder!" she yelled.
Her wish was granted and McGonagall's balls slapped repeatedly against her lower ass as her insides were pillaged by the heavenly tool of destruction. The veiny cock was rammed in and out, in and out, pushing against sensitive spots Hermione did not know she had.
Usually, McGonagall could have gone on for a lot longer and a few more positions, but having already ploughed Cedric, and Hermione's ass being unbearably tight, she could not last much longer. "Here it comes, slut!" she roared as she slammed herself deep into Hermione and spewed the contents of her balls deep inside her student, redecorating her insides in white.
Hermione groaned at the sensation of hot liquid being pumped into her and giggled as her Mistress collapsed onto her back. "Did you like my ass?"
"Somewhat," McGonagall replied as she slowly regained use of her body. A smaller but no less impressive crater was left in her wake when she pulled out of Hermione. Summoning a more reasonably sized buttplug, she quickly slipped it inside.
"Thank you for using my ass, Mistress," Hermione said as she turned around and dropped to her knees.
"Would you say that after every time a Witch fucks you?"
"No Mistress," Hermione said as she pulled back the foreskin of McGonagall's cock. "Only in situations such as between Professors and students, or bosses and employees at the Ministry," she answered before sucking on the tip.
"In private business?"
"Depends on the relationship between them, much like between friends," she again answered correctly.
"Excellent," McGonagall praised Hermione. "Now normally I would offer to finish you off myself," she indicated to Hermione's erection. "But I think this time it would be good if you went back to your common room and used a wizard or witch as you want, to further your education. And don't forget to let them have the treat in your ass."
"Sounds like an excellent idea, Headmistress."
"You may go," McGonagall said.
'She will be special' she thought as she watched her student get dressed. 'We will need her more than ever'.
The last night at Hogwarts was one of celebration and thus even more sexual licentiousness than normal.
After her meeting with McGonagall, Hermione headed straight down to her common room, dragged Ron and Harry to her dorm, where she then removed the butt plug and enjoyed their tongues battling in her ass for McGonagall's cum.
Once she was clean, she used them to get herself off, fucking both of their tight asses, until she splattered her load over their faces. Lavender and Parvati took that moment to enter the room, and thus an orgy ensued that did not end until dinner.
Naturally, Cedric took his Headmistress up on her offer and happily drained her balls down his throat after dinner, before she headed to the annual Professor orgy. All of the staff and the year's prefects took part in the event. Not a drop of cum was left in any pair of balls by the end of it.
The morning after and train journey home was particularly mournful for Harry, who was not at all looking forward to going back to Privet Drive. But Hermione helped distract him by flexing her newfound confidence. And of course, Angelina dragged him into her carriage to be pounded by her and Alicia, before eating their loads of cum out of Katie Bell.
Eventually they pulled into King's Cross Station and Harry's heart naturally dropped at the sight of the Dursley's. It was going to be a long and lonely summer – but at least he had plenty of memories to keep him company.
A/N: So this is the final chapter of the first year, the chapters for Harry's second year will be released in a similarly sized batch upon completion - probably in a couple of months.
I hope you're enjoying the story and have a great weekend - mine depends entirely on tonight's England v USA game ;)