Harry's Marvelous Medicine
Chapter 3
Harry was fully recovered and back in school. But there was one thing on his mind and surprisingly it was not the Second Task.
Given the lack of love in his life from a young age Harry was always extremely thankful when anyone did anything for him. And because of his incredible sense of taste (when it came to one particular fluid anyway) he knew exactly who had assisted him in his recovery.
He had several witches to thank; there was of course Andromeda and Dora Tonks, Professor McGonagall, Madame Pomfrey, Madame Bones and last but certainly not least in Harry's heart there was Hermione.
Harry had devised a special thank you for each of them, and he decided to start with Hermione.
"What exactly is so important that it needs to interrupt my Runes essay? I was just getting into a groove!" Hermione questioned Harry as he almost bundled her into the girls' dormitory.
"Just get naked and on the bed," Harry said to his girlfriend.
"Really? Could you not just have waited until later tonight? Until I was done?" Hermione asked, exasperated.
"Hermione, please," Harry sighed. "Just trust me, lose your clothes and get on your knees on the bed," he requested.
Hermione too sighed. She had fucked Harry into oblivion that morning, and so was far more concerned with her homework than she was with sex. Though the latter ran a close second in importance to the former – to her at least.
Yet, despite her concerns about her Runes homework, Hermione obliged her boyfriend. Partly because he was her boyfriend and that is what they did for each other, but also partly because whenever she was naked around him it ended in phenomenal ecstasy, particularly for her. He was very much a 'giver'.
Harry admired the body of his girlfriend from behind, still in disbelief that she was his. His at least in the sense that he got to love said body all he wanted. And Merlin did he want to love her body. Her slim body and smooth skin. Her wild body hair covering her armpits, lower stomach and pubis. The most dazzlingly intelligent brown eyes he had ever seen. The very same ones that were now staring at him from the bed, asking what he was going to do next.
Quickly stripping down himself, Harry approached the bed, and adjusted Hermione's body position, until she was in the centre of the bed on her hands and knees, ass in the air just as Harry desired.
He crawled behind her, now only in his underwear himself and laid his head on her ass. "I wanted to say thank you for helping me when I was ill," he told her sincerely. "It means a lot to me."
"It was nothing," Hermione blushed, remembering exactly what she had done in 'helping' Harry.
"I want to thank you anyway," he reiterated.
"How?" Hermione asked, eyebrow raised.
"Like this," Harry giggled as got into position.
He licked the tip of her dangling cock and continued upwards, trailing his tongue over cock, ball and ass. Ignoring Hermione's dramatic moans, he spread her ass with one hand and dove in tongue first. He lapped at her butthole with vigour, as his other hand stroked her now rock-solid cock. His tongue created so many delicious sensations for Hermione, and his hand on her dick directed them.
Hermione was in a space entirely of her own. Harry's tongue had of course been on her ass many times in the past, but never with such purpose and dedication. To say he was being thorough would be an understatement. Every millimetre of her winking rosebud was being lavished firmly by the swift strokes of Harry's tongue. Furthermore, his hand was only enhancing the pleasure, sending shockwaves of pleasure from her cock throughout her body. Hermione had never felt such bliss from a rimjob before. She knew that she had found a new favourite kind of massage. "Don't stop, Harry," Hermione moaned out, only for Harry to do exactly that.
Giggling at Hermione's whining protests, Harry licked his way downward back to Hermione's hairy balls, suckling on each one individually, quietening said protests. He licked downwards still, to the tip of Hermione's throbbing thickness, suckling on the tip before slowly and teasingly working his way back up to her ass, itself ringed by soft brown hairs.
"Oh, Harry," Hermione moaned again. "This is… the best… thank you… ever," she managed to gasp out between groans. The gentle intimacy of the act was getting to Hermione. The physical act itself felt glorious of course, but there was something about the way in which Harry worked over her ass. He did it with such a gentle love and a genuine appreciation for her. It made the whole thing even more special. The incredibly sordid act was elevated to a more sensual and thus overwhelming experience by the amity that Harry so obviously felt for her. It was in every lick of his tongue and every jerk of his hand.
Hermione was broken from her reverie by the sound of two giggling girls entering the room. "Oh my!" Lavender gasped at the sight before her.
"That is fucking hot," Parvati stated simply.
"Should we…" Lavender trailed off, though her implication was obvious.
"No, stay," Hermione answered the unsaid question.
Excitedly, the two newcomers approached the bed and stood by its side watching the action with rapt fascination. Harry of course loved being watched and Hermione knew exactly where this was going to lead. "I'm sure Harry would be happy to give you two the same service after I'm finished," she said.
"Yippeee!" Lavender shrieked excitedly as Parvati let out her own joyful holler. Harry simply blushed.
"I'm not far away now, Harry," Hermione warned him.
"Would one of you two like to receive Hermione's sticky treat from the source?" Harry asked casually, as if asking what flavour juice they wanted.
"I do!" they both cried simultaneously, before arguing with each other.
Harry chuckled into Hermione's ass, and she herself simply drowned out the squabbling pair.
"Fine, you can get it straight from the source if you share it with me first and let me get first dibs on Harry's ass next time we fuck him!" Lavender finally relented with a huff.
"Hey!" Harry tried to protest but was promptly ignored by the two witches.
"Deal," Parvati said, shaking Lavender's proffered hand.
Parvati positioned herself so that she was lying on her back, perpendicular to the way Hermione was kneeling, with her legs off the edge of the bed, but importantly her mouth just below Hermione's dangling shaft.
"Fuck!" Hermione cried out in surprise as a warm, wet orifice wrapped itself around the tip of her dick. Glancing down she smirked as she saw who it was. "Want an extra meal?" she asked the Indian girl. Naturally, Parvati's response was somewhat muffled.
But Hermione soon forgot about everything else around her as she neared her finale. Harry's tongue was still working as laboriously as it had done to begin with, prodding and licking her hole with verve and energy. His hand too was still jerking her off, with Parvati's mouth wrapped around her tip.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Keep jerking me into Parvati's slutty mouth! Feed her my cum! Fuuuuck!" Hermione's body dramatically jerked and spasmed as an orgasm overawed her, controlling her body to do its bidding. Her back arched and hips lowered, slamming her exploding cock deep into Parvati's mouth, make the waiting witch gag and splutter.
Harry watched adoringly as his girlfriend's body contorted in time with her moans, groans and squeals. He loved watching her body as it shuddered in pleasure, partly knowing that he was the cause of it, but mainly just because the girl he loved was experiencing bliss.
Eventually, Hermione's orgasm subsided and she rolled over onto her back, pulling her cock free from Parvati's mouth. She lay there panting in the afterglow of her paradise.
Parvati had managed to keep plenty of Hermione's creamy treat in her mouth and now proceeded to passionately kiss Lavender, the two swapping cum back and forth with each other.
Meanwhile, Harry crawled forward and collected the remnants of his girlfriend's bliss with his tongue. "So sensitive," Hermione moaned as Harry's tongue flicked at the tip of her cock. "That was a very special thank you," Hermione smiled down at Harry.
"You deserve it," he replied. She grabbed him under the arms and yanked him up her body so she could pepper his face with kisses. He really was just too adorable.
"If we were alone right now I'd repay you by plugging that hole of yours until you were dripping with cum. But instead I think you should give our guests what you just gave me and then we will all repay you until you're lying unconscious on this bed, glazed with cream," Hermione whispered into Harry's ear.
A shudder went up his spine at the graphic mental images that she had just painted for him.
"Ladies, take up the same position I did either side of me," she ordered. "Harry has a present for you too," she announced to the very excited girls who ripped their clothes off as quick as they could.
And as usual Hermione was completely correct. Harry gave Parvati and Lavender the same gentle, teasing massage that he had just given Hermione until they too erupted in pleasure. Then as predicted, Harry was thanked for his efforts by being used until obliteration. By the time the four were tucked up in Hermione's bed, Harry was passed out, his gaping hole plugged with a toy, his stomach with a slight bulge from all the cum he had ingested and his skin had a glaze to it.
They all slept very peacefully. Only to resume their amorous activities in the morning.
Harry was used all over again.
Madame Pomfrey was taking a break in her office, having just cleared the last person under her charge (a potioneering mishap), when Harry entered somewhat dramatically. She looked up at him and frowned, he seemed healthy and intact, not something she could say all that often about the boy.
"I've got something stuck in my throat," Harry rasped. "I need some help dislodging it," he said.
Concern etched itself across Pomfrey's face and she moved quickly to assist but then realised several things; he was breathing fine, if he was choking why walk all the way to the Hospital Wing, and if he did have something stuck in his throat why was there a cheeky glint in his eyes?
And then she surmised his intentions and chose to play along. "Well Mr. Potter I believe I have the instrument specifically designed for such needs," she said. "But it must be activated first, and time is of the essence!" she played along with the absurd medical scenario that Harry had concocted.
"Where is it?" Harry asked, still rasping as if he did somehow have something stuck in his throat.
"Right here," Pomfrey said with a flourish of her wand, removing her outer clothing and leaving her in just her underwear, white tights and nurse's hat.
"How is it activated?"
"By mouth," Pomfrey replied, completely seriously.
"Are you sure this is the best way?" Harry asked with faux scepticism.
"I am certain Mr. Potter, this is the only way!" Pomfrey said somewhat dramatically. If either of them had seen a cheesy pornographic movie, that is what they would compare the scene to.
"If you say so," Harry relented and dropped to his knees, crawling the rest of the way to between Pomfrey's legs, where she had sat on her chair. She slipped her knickers down her legs and kicked them off, her cock was indeed in need of being activated. It hung down, looking almost sad in its semi-hard state.
Harry lifted it up in his hand, eased back the foreskin and enveloped the head of her cock into his mouth. Harry found the feeling of a cock growing hard in his mouth odd, but also very exciting. The transition from softness to hardness indicated all of the joy that he was about to experience, whether that simply be by giving a blowjob, or by taking the cock in his other hole.
"Very efficient activation," Pomfrey commented, trying her best to maintain the medical scenario and control her natural instinct to grip Harry by his mop of black hair and slam her cock down his throat. That would come later.
Diligently working the cock before him, Harry bobbed his head up and down Pomfrey's eight inches. Her cock was thick and alive with veins crisscrossing along its throbbing surface. The length was not the difficulty, it was the width. Of those involved with Harry's healing, Pomfrey's was the second thickest, second only to Bellatrix (not that she was really involved in his healing per se). He had to stretch his lips round wider than usual, and open up his throat more. It was tiring, but incredibly rewarding. For there were few sensations better to Harry than having a thick cock lodged in his throat.
"Oh yes I can feel the blockage in your throat," Pomfrey noted as Harry's nose pressed into the trimmed greying hairs that sat above her package. "But I'm not sure I can unblock it quite like this, another angle may be more suited," she suggested.
"Whatever you say is best, nurse," Harry replied impishly.
For Pomfrey this was purely a thin excuse to get Harry into a position where she could really let loose on his throat. She directed him onto her desk, with his head hanging off it, at the perfect height for her to jam her shaft into his mouth, and this she duly did.
Gripping the back of his head with one hand, Pomfrey thrust in and out of Harry's mouth, her balls swinging and smacking him in the nose as she did so. One would generally not consider Pomfrey a particularly rough or kinky woman, but this was because she rarely got to let out her wild side. Yet, she knew from experience that Harry could take just about anything she threw at him, and so she opted to let out a side of herself that was rarely released.
Harry was gagging and spluttering as Pomfrey's cock sawed in and out of his throat. His face quickly became coated in saliva and it was a challenge to maintain a reasonable flow of oxygen, particularly when she lodged her cock balls deep for a few seconds, partially blocking his nasal airway with said balls. But he managed, because it was worth it.
Pomfrey continued to fuck Harry's throat in the same position, managing to get deep enough to form a noticeable bulge in the boy's throat. Sometime in to the position, Pomfrey decided that Harry was wearing far too many clothes and so quickly removed them all with the use of her wand and a nifty banishing spell. The view was now far more enjoyable for her. Instead of a little tent in his trousers, she could now see his cute little cock sticking up straight and wet with pre-cum.
Her new and improved sight, quickly lead to Pomfrey's stamina becoming overwhelmed. "I think the blockage is easing up, now for the clearing out with liquid," she said, continuing the roleplay despite its incredibly contrived nature.
"What sort of liquid?" Harry asked with faux innocence and doe eyes, once he was able to roll off the desk and back onto his knees.
"A wonderfully thick potion, it's very tasty," Pomfrey smiled down at Harry as he instinctively resumed the blowjob. "And luckily there's plenty stored in here," she added.
"How fortuitous," Harry giggled back.
"It's almost ready to be applied," Pomfrey groaned as she once again gripped Harry by his tousled black hair and rammed herself into his throat. "Oh fuck!" she cried out as her body shook and cock exploded.
The 'wonderfully thick potion' was applied very liberally to the supposed 'blocked' area of Harry's throat, coating it in the warm, sticky liquid. Harry gulped it down as quickly as it came out, whilst Pomfrey simply concentrated on trying to remain standing as her legs shook from the pleasure of her orgasm.
"I feel much better now, Madam Pomfrey," Harry said once the nurse had regained her bearings.
"I'm sure you do, dear," she replied. "But we're not quite finished yet," she added with a grin. A grin that implied Harry was in store for something else, something a little more extreme.
"What's left of my treatment?" he asked. "I feel all better," he insisted.
"I just need to make sure everything is definitely all clear in there. You don't want to fall ill again do you?" she asked, in that pointed way that suggested agreement was the only option.
"Of course not," Harry said.
"I find that a clear passage down there helps," she said glancing at Harry's hard little cock. He got her gist and started to jerk it off with passion. "But also a more powerful and consistent stream is needed up there," she added, taking a step closer to Harry. "Open up," she said. Harry did so, and she slipped the head of her half-hard cock into his mouth.
Naturally, he realised what was about to happen only a moment before it actually did. "Ahhhhhh," Pomfrey let out a relieved sigh as she released a forceful stream of light-yellow liquid straight into Harry's mouth.
Harry did not like the taste of Pomfrey's urine, that was understandable. And yet the inherent humiliation of the act turned him on to an embarrassingly extraordinary level. Thus, making him like the sensation, if not the taste. The evidence of this fact, of his partiality to the deed, was the fact that as he swallowed the first mouthful of piss, his little cock jerked and spurted in his hand, his meagre load spilling out onto one of Pomfrey's covered feet.
"I see you liked that last procedure," Pomfrey chuckled, wriggling her toes, as she pulled her now completely flaccid cock from Harry's mouth. Harry simply blushed. "Clean up the mess," she instructed. Harry bent over and quickly got to slurping up his own cum off of the nurse's clothed toes. "What exactly was the reason behind this little roleplay?" Pomfrey asked.
"Do I need a reason?" Harry asked, Pomfrey simply arched a brow.
"It was a thank you for helping with my medicine," Harry explained.
"Oh there was no need to thank me, my dear. I'd do that anytime," Pomfrey said.
"I still wanted to say thank you," Harry shrugged.
"Well that's very sweet," Pomfrey said, genuinely touched. "If everyone I helped heal and recover thanked me like that I'd have to start using the little blue potion," she joked.
"Well knowing me I'll have to thank you again in a few months," Harry said.
"Don't hurt yourself just to get some of this," Pomfrey warned. "You can have it anytime, it's yours," she offered.
"Thank you," Harry said graciously.
And with a parting kiss Harry was off and on his merry way, now skipping down the corridors with a cheery smile on his face and a drop of cum on his lips.
Next on Harry's list of people to thank was Professor McGonagall, and Harry had just the outfit and a plan to go with it.
"Mr Potter what are you doing here, I have the fifth years in just a few minutes?" McGonagall asked as Harry entered her Transfiguration classroom.
"I came to say thank you, Professor," Harry stated. "For all your help with my potion."
"There's no need for that Potter, the pleasure was quite literally mine," she waved away his thanks.
"I insist, Professor," Harry said firmly, with a glint of trouble in his eye.
"And how are you going to thank me?" McGonagall asked, with one eyebrow raised. She of course already knew the answer.
"Like this," Harry said, dramatically dropping his outer robes to reveal what he was wearing underneath, which was not a lot. He had on a Gryffindor tie, long Gryffindor Quidditch socks and matching underwear, with the house crest on the front, just where his small bulge was. That was it (well and shoes of course).
"Usually, I'd be very open to such a suggestion, but I am on a bit of a time limit as I said," McGonagall's eyes hungrily rove over Harry's almost naked body. The Gryffindor theme really added to the ensemble in ways that McGonagall could not rationalise. But she did know that she certainly wanted him, and would have him were it not for the time constraints. Of course, that was all part of Harry's plan.
"I can be very quiet, Professor," Harry said.
"And invisible?" she asked.
"Well, your desk isn't see-through is it?" he replied.
"No, it is not," McGonagall said, now getting an inkling for the boy's idea.
"Then it would be a perfect place."
"A perfect place for you to?"
"To say thank you," Harry flashed his head of house a cheeky grin with that response. He knew he had won her over.
"Well get your robe and get under there before they all arrive," McGonagall said sharply. Harry scuttled to under the desk with his removed robe, receiving a firm smack on the ass as he went past his Professor. Using his discarded robe to kneel on, Harry waited patiently as McGonagall welcomed the class.
"Unfortunately, my leg is playing up today, so I'll remain seated for most of the lesson, but that's fine for what I have planned; theory, unfortunately," McGonagall explained. In many classes the mention of the word 'theory' would be followed by low groans. But of course, not in McGonagall's. No one had a death wish.
"Is it serious, Professor?" came a voice with a Scottish lilt that Harry instantly recognised.
"Nothing to worry about, Ms Chang," McGonagall reassured the Ravenclaw, before re-seating herself behind her desk, and of course in front of Harry.
McGonagall did then start to teach, explaining a concept that would feature on their OWL exam later in the year, but Harry drowned that out. He drowned it all out. All except for one thing, and that was the large and now released cock of Professor McGonagall. She had let it out of its confines as she had been lecturing the class, with only a few deft flourishes of her wand. It was incredibly impressive, to speak eloquently whilst also delicately removing one's underwear and opening up one's robes to reveal one's rock-hard shaft.
Harry started slow, teasing the tip of the animagus' cock, sucking gently on the head, and licking around her urethra, all while slowly jerking her shaft. But then without warning he switched, now fully bobbing his head up and down, taking at least half of her length every time.
Naturally, McGonagall had cast a silencing charm around her desk. Thus, even she could not hear Harry's slurping and gagging, which she thought a shame, as there were few noises she liked more than the sounds of a slut choking on her cock. But it is what the circumstances required. However, noise was not in fact the only problem, the far harder challenge was in keeping the pleasure she felt off of her usually stern features. This was particularly difficult when Harry decided to fully utilise his fellatio ability by taking her entire length down his throat and holding it there for several seconds. Given the pure bliss that rocked her entire body, it was quite the trial of control to not let any of it show on her face.
Of course, Harry was having the time of his life. He got to truly take his time worshipping McGonagall's cock as he believed it deserved to be worshipped. He had the whole period, one entire hour to do with her cock as he pleased. And so, he did everything he could. He teased her, deepthroated her, licked her, jerked her and gagged on her. Continually he would switch up style and technique out of the blue. Whenever he felt her getting close to her release he would pull back, and tease the tip, before building her back up again. This led to a very frustrating hour for McGonagall. And though Harry's jaw started to ache, and his tongue started to tire, he absolutely would not stop.
And when class had finally ended, of course Ms Chang had a question to ask. It turned Harry on knowing that all that separated him from Cho was just a bit of wood. McGonagall dealt with the question as efficiently as possible and once Cho had left the room McGonagall locked the room with a spell to deter any overeager students, before dragging Harry up and into the open. "You have been a naughty little slut," she growled, bending Harry over the desk roughly. She moved aside his feminine underwear, and lubed him up with a spell, before thrusting in. "Now I've only got three minutes to fill your slutty ass up with cum!" McGonagall growled. "All your teasing has led to you being pounded like a whore," she followed up her words with several sharp spanks.
Giving such a thorough blowjob had turned Harry on beyond belief, and though he had not touched his cock once when giving it, the way that it rubbed against the fabric of his panties, plus the inherent hotness of the situation, had meant that he was closer to cumming than he knew. So all it took was a few thrusts of her cock before Harry was exploding in his underwear, a fact that did not go unmentioned. "Did you just cum in your panties just form sucking cock and getting fucked in the ass? You did didn't you, you filthy little slut. I'm going to fill you up with a much bigger load," McGonagall promised.
"Please, Professor, cum in me! I need your cum!" Harry begged.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" McGonagall roared as she fired rope after rope of cum into Harry's ass. She buried herself inside of Harry and simply let go, allowing the waves of pleasure to reverberate around her body. "I feel much better now," McGonagall sighed as she pulled her cock from Harry's ass and covered his gaped hole with his underwear once more. "Now you can get back under there and clean me up."
"Professor?" Harry queried as he turned around.
"Well, my third years are waiting outside, you can't go out now, so get back under," McGonagall elucidated.
Despite his aching jaw, a massive smile spread across Harry's features. "Another hour it is then," he said as he reassumed his previous position under the desk, just as McGonagall opened the door to let her third years in for her last class of the day.
The second hour went about the same as the first. Except Harry's jaw ached more and McGonagall's cock was now even more sensitive and so it was even harder to keep the signs of pleasure off of her features. But also like the first time, Harry kept edging McGonagall, never letting her get to that sweet release. And so once again McGonagall was very frustrated. And also once again, a Ravenclaw approached her desk at the end of the class, as everyone else was filing out, to ask a question. Though this question was not about Transfiguration.
"Is there a new school policy for Professors to have boys under their desks during classes?" Luna asked in that airy innocent voice in which she said everything.
"Erm… uh…" it was rare for McGonagall to be speechless, but she was here.
"Is it Harry? It smells like him," Luna said.
"I smell?" Harry asked, poking his head out from under the desk.
"It's a nice smell," Luna smiled sweetly at him. "Do you want some help?"
"Definitely," Harry agreed.
"I'm not sure that would really be… appropriate," McGonagall's protestations seemed very silly once Luna's lips were wrapped around her shaft. So, she decided to embrace it. Removing her top layers of clothing, McGonagall gave a relaxed sigh as she chose to simply enjoy the perfect pleasures of a double blowjob.
But Harry and Luna were not satisfied with just giving a blowjob. Their hungry mouths travelled further down, worshipping McGonagall's large, hairless balls and her tight puckered hole.
"Ohh," she moaned when two inquisitive tongues prodded at her ass. She moaned louder still when her balls were then worked on, one in each mouth. And then the two started doing different things; one moment Harry was deepthroating her cock as Luna sucked her balls, and then Luna was suckling at her tip as Harry stuck his tongue in her ass. McGonagall adored the sight as she looked down to see two cute faces intensely worshipping her, two pairs of eyes, one grey, one green, looking up at her with lust, happiness and determination.
Without communicating verbally, Harry and Luna had silently agreed to continue Harry's policy of teasing, edging their Professor without taking her all the way to the promised land. This was until McGonagall decided that enough was enough. Grabbing them both by their hair she directed Harry's mouth onto her dick, and Luna's to her ass. "You teasing slut can put that throat to good use," she told Harry as she forced him to swallow all ten of her inches. "And you can put that cute mouth to use on my ass," she told Luna, holding her head in place. It was not long before she swapped them around, with Luna taking her cock and Harry with his mouth wrapped around her balls. "You're not getting any cum if you don't take all of me," she warned Luna. The blonde's characteristic dreamy look was replaced by one of pure concentration. Her brows were furrowed as she desperately tried to cram the last couple of inches down her throat. McGonagall assisted her by using both hands to force down her head. Eventually, a teary-eyed Luna managed to do it. If she had not had almost a foot of cock in her mouth, she would have had a beaming smile on her features. "Fuck, I'm close," McGonagall grunted as she released the blonde and stood up.
Luna quickly attached her mouth to the Transfiguration Professor's balls, as Harry worked on the tip of her cock with his mouth and jerked off the rest with his hands. "I'm gonna… fuck!" McGonagall cried out when she finally erupted. Thick, white cream fired from her cock and the first few strands landed splat on Harry's face, but Luna hurriedly repositioned her face to take some of the sticky treat across her own face. "Morgana," McGonagall huffed once the orgasm finally died down. "That was some thank you," she said, returning to sitting in her chair, now exhausted. Harry and Luna giggled at the praise, before turning and cleaning each other up with their mouths.
"Actually Professor," said Harry now clean of cum but coated in a layer of Luna's saliva. "I need your help with thanking someone else," he said.
"I'm sure I can provide some assistance," McGonagall said, curious as to how she could assist in this very sweet (but also entirely depraved) endeavour.
"And Luna I could do with your help too actually, in thanking someone else," he said to the blonde, now back to her usual dreamy state.
"Of course, Harry," she said. "I think it'll help my current Wrackspurt infestation."
And with that, Harry now had some more 'thanking' to do.
Amelia Bones was having a tough day. It was 'peace-time' and thus the DMLE budget had been regularly slashed since Fudge had taken charge, not helped By Lucius' mutterings. The Auror force was depleted. Thus, the increased chatter about his return did not bode well. It was top secret of course, entirely confidential, but Fudge was convinced there was no reason to be concerned. Amelia disagreed. Yet, there was little she could do.
Thankfully, she was about to be gifted a reprieve from the stresses of her work.
"A prisoner for you, ma'am," came the voice of Tonks as the door swung shut behind her.
"Why are you bringing them in here?" Amelia asked without even looking up from the parchment before her.
"This one's a special case," Tonks explained. "He's been a very naughty boy and could do with some special attention," she struggled to keep the grin off her face as she delivered her lines.
That got Amelia's attention. She looked up, and smiled at the sight before her. "How did you get him in here without anyone seeing?" she asked.
"Invisibility Cloak," Tonks said, holding up the referenced garment.
"Perfect," Amelia grinned. "Dismissed, Tonks," she said. "And tell Connie to cancel everything on my agenda for today until I say otherwise. Unless the building is on fire I am not to be interrupted," she instructed.
"Yes, ma'am," Tonks nodded. "Enjoy," she said with a laugh as she quickly skipped out the door and closed it behind her.
"And why have you been brought to me?" Amelia asked the prisoner, standing up from her chair and walking around to the front of her desk.
"Auror Tonks believes I'm hiding something," Harry explained.
"Hiding something?" Amelia questioned further.
"But she can't find it," Harry grinned.
"A more thorough search is needed then," Amelia smirked back. "Anything else to say before we begin?"
"There's a note behind my ear," Harry said. Amelia leaned forward and collected the note;
Safeword: pickles
If mouth is being used can cast a ball of red light
"Perfect," Amelia said, slipping her wand from her holster. In an instant Harry was naked, but still handcuffed with his hands behind his back. "Seems there was nothing in your clothing," she said. "Bend over the table," she ordered. Harry did so.
Amelia crouched down low behind Harry, her face level with his ass. She spread his cheeks to find his hole winking enticingly at her, already lubed up and ready. Placing her wand back in its holster Amelia inserted one finger into Harry. "Well there's nothing in the immediate area, but I think a further search is warranted," she said as she slipped in a second.
"I'm not hiding anything," Harry faux protested, only to receive a sharp smack on the ass.
"If you don't stay quiet, I'll gag you," Amelia threatened. Harry went silent. "This ass is just opening up for me," Amelia commented as she returned her attention to Harry's ass with a third finger. "Not much resistance yet. Are you a little anal slut as well as a criminal?" she asked.
"No, ma'am," Harry denied.
"Liar!" Amelia smacked Harry's ass several times with her free hand. "Only an anal whore would be able to take three… oh, four fingers in their ass," she said, adding her pinkie to the mix mid-sentence. She moved her hand back and forth in Harry's ass, wiggling her fingers too, stretching out his walls. Though they did generally expand as she desired. "But I think I need to go deeper," she opined. "And there's only one way to do that," she said lowly. Harry whimpered at the thought of what was coming next. He had taken three cocks in his ass simultaneously before, big ones too, but an entire hand just seemed like a lot more.
"Fuck!" he cried out as Amelia Bones tried to cram her thumb into his ass alongside her fingers.
"Silence," Amelia hissed, smacking his ass again. She furrowed her brows as she concentrated on the task at hand. She managed to squeeze the first bit of her thumb into Harry's ass, stretching him more than she had ever seen him stretch. But the real fight began at the base of her thumb, where her hand was widest.
Harry squealed as he felt Amelia try and push her entire hand into his ass. It hurt, but he knew the pleasure on the other side would be great. Four fingers had felt incredible. He wanted to feel Amelia's entire hand inside of him, filling him up. So he gritted his teeth, he was not at his limit yet.
"Almost there," Amelia said encouragingly and then realising she was meant to be playing a role added; "You filthy vagabond!"
Then finally, the last of the resistance was broken down and suddenly Amelia's hand, up to her wrist, was submerged in Harry's ass. She could move it about two inches further in before the thickening of her arm made it very difficult once again. So she moved her hand back and forth those couple of inches, eliciting all sorts of loud cries and breathy moans from Harry. She decided to let them slide. Character or not, he deserved to bask in the pleasure without further imposition, Amelia was incredibly proud of him. "I still cannot find any stolen goods up here, but a few more minutes won't hurt!" Amelia declared.
"I promise I'm innocent," Harry just about managed to get out in between his groans.
"Given my hand is up your ass, innocent is not the word I'd use to describe you," she laughed. "Slutty maybe, but not innocent."
Amelia did in fact spend a couple more minutes exploring Harry's insides with her hand, and most of it was spent marvelling at that very fact. She had her fist in Harry Potter's ass! She was also amazed at how warm it was. They felt warm around one's dick, but warmer still wrapped around one's hand.
"I guess I'll have to give this method up," she sighed as she slowly pulled her hands from his ass, watching the hole stretch wider again as her thumb slowly left, before tightening back up around her fingers and then closing further still once her hand was out. But it would of course be a while before it returned to its usual size. For now it would remain stretched. "You're making me consider other options," she warned Harry. "Where are the goods?" she asked. "And if you don't tell me it'll be the cane for you," she threatened, summoning a mean looking, thin piece of wood from beside a filing cabinet. She kept it there for the rare occasion she indulged in a bit of fun in her office. Playing the disciplinarian had always been a skill of hers, Dora could attest to that. "I think twenty ought to do it," she told him. "You can end this anytime by just telling me what I need to know," she reiterated.
"I didn't do anything, I promise!" Harry once again faux protested, but simply earnt his first blow from the cane. It stung like no other spanking he had ever received. He could feel a line of stinging pain where the sturdy wood had crashed down upon his soft skin.
Two more came in quick succession before a pause for suspense and then three in a row. Harry was crying out by the time the sixth blow had fallen upon his ass. His pale skin was now broken up by thin red stripes, thin red stripes of stinging pain.
He had of course witnessed his aunt Bellatrix receive the same treatment from his mother and had at the time been both intimidated by the tool of punishment, but also intrigued as to how Bellatrix remained hard throughout. How could such pain be infused with such pleasure?
Experiencing it now for himself he was still confused. It hurt. There was no doubt about that. But it simultaneously felt wonderful. With every blow his body felt more and more ready to release. He was building to something. He felt in a sense, more alive, at least more aware. The repeated attacks upon his ass sent his body in to some sort of instinctive response. Every nerve ending seemed to be way more sensitive than usual. And feelings he associated with sexual pleasure, with the unmistakeable build up to an orgasm, were presenting themselves to him alongside the great, sharp stinging pain that came with each and every blow, of which Amelia had now delivered fifteen.
"Still not willing to give up your secrets?" she asked, as she once again brought the cane down upon Harry's ass.
"I don't know anything, I swear!" Harry pleaded, his whole body thrumming with a tortured energy.
"Liar!" Amelia yelled, smashing the thin, cylindrical piece of wood against Harry's ass three times, one immediately after the other.
Tears streamed down Harry's face, his ass a patchwork of red welts. The pain was intense, his ass felt like it had been bathed in bleach, and the rest of his body felt hot too. As if the pain was spreading through his veins.
"I'm amazed you haven't given in," Amelia said, gently rubbing the cane against Harry's ass. "But you still have one left," she said to a series of whines in response. Amelia swung her arm back and brought the cane down with all her might, delivering her sharpest blow yet. Harry screamed out in pain. "I'm not done yet," Amelia growled as she dropped the cane and freed her eleven inches of needy, throbbing meat.
Giving Harry no time to prepare, Amelia quickly slid herself into Harry's depths, the previous treatment of his ass not lending itself to resisting her advance. "You always feel so good," she moaned, breaking character for a moment. But she could not help it, despite how stretched Harry's ass had been the moment her cock slid in, it was as if his body knew that it was time to tighten up again. "You better tell me what I want to hear or I'll cum in this ass!"
"Oh no!" Harry faux protested. It was very difficult for him to stay in character given how much he loved being anally battered by Amelia Bones.
"Perhaps I need to try the opposite threat," Amelia grumbled. "If you don't tell me where you've hidden the illegal goods, I won't let you cum," she paused her thrusting balls deep in Harry just to make her point.
Harry complained through whiny moaning and tried to move his hips back and forth to fuck himself on Amelia's perfect shaft. But she held him in place. "Nice try, but if you don't tell me what I want to know in the next ten seconds, I'll just fuck your mouth and you won't get to cum," she threatened. This was of course a far better threat than her previous one. "One…"
That was all it took. "They're hidden in Auror Tonks' room in her mother's house!" Harry made up the location.
"Perhaps I ought to have a word with Auror Tonks too," Amelia mused.
Harry giggled at that notion and then sighed contentedly as Amelia resumed fucking him against her desk.
"You may cum as a reward for finally being honest," Amelia ceded. "But I want to watch it happen," she said pulling out, letting her cock flop in the open air. "So lie on your back on the desk, legs spread. That's it…"
Harry did as instructed, lying on his back his legs spread open wide, his visible hole inviting Amelia to fuck him. Which of course, she did. "Good boy."
"I'm gonna cum soon, mistress," Harry warned as his aunt's cock continued to saw in and out of his ass.
"Let it all out, Harry," she encouraged. "But I must add I have not been entirely forthcoming," a devilish grin flicked across her features. "You may have your reward of an orgasm for your candour, but you still need to punished for your illicit activity in the first place," she said, to Harry's horror.
Before he could protest used one hand to pin him back against the table by his throat and, whilst still fucking him, used the other hand to deliver several smacks to his exposed balls.
Harry screamed and cried out at the sudden explosion of pain that echoed across his entire body, but he still came. In fact, it was the blows to his balls that were the final straw. His cock erupted, blasting cum all over himself, as his body went from tensed up, static, to twitching uncontrollably on the desk.
The sight of him in ecstasy, and the sensations his spasming ass provided, sent Amelia flying over the edge too. She slammed into him one last time before slumping over his body and roaring by his ear as she lined his insides with her warm, creamy load.
It took a few minutes for Amelia to return to the world around her, but once she did she busied herself with the after-sex cleaning. Forgoing the usual oral cleanup, she waved her wand a couple of times and removed both hers and Harry's juices. She reckoned he had been through enough for one day.
Then she gently eased Harry's legs back once more and applied a balm that she always kept in her desk drawer, for those times that she used the cane in her play. Harry gave out a couple of moans, but seemed to remain mostly out of it.
Only once he was curled up in Amelia's lap did he finally come to.
"There he is," Amelia smiled at him. "My amazing nephew."
"That was amazing," he beamed up at her. It had been intense, but his body now felt light, free almost. As if something had been released.
"It was a lot," Amelia said. "So you better take it easy for a couple of days."
"Only gentle sex, got it," Harry smiled back.
"You were incredible," Amelia praised him as she kissed him gently.
"I feel incredible," Harry said. "Like I'm finally free," he tried to explain.
"That sort of sex can do that to you," Amelia replied. "But anyone who goes through requires some care afterwards."
"Like being snuggled by their aunt?"
"Exactly like that," Amelia affirmed.
"I like it."
"Of course, you do," Amelia grinned, her nephew's ability to take in new experiences, particularly sexual ones, never would cease to amaze her. "So why did you choose to come to my office for some fun?" she asked. "Not that I'm complaining," she hastily added.
"I wanted to thank you for helping with mum's potion," he explained.
"There was no need for that," Amelia admonished. "I was more than happy to help."
"I know, but I wanted to," he shrugged.
"Well you can thank me anytime," she told him.
"Is Connie at her desk?" Harry asked.
"Of course."
"I'd like to thank her too," Harry said.
"What for?"
"Guarding the door," he shot his aunt an impish smile. She simply laughed.
And so, Harry's tour of gratitude continued.
Andromeda, tired after a busy shift at St. Mungo's, sighed as she stepped out of the Floo and into her home. But her lethargy was quickly replaced by alert readiness. There was a magical tinge in the air, more than usual, and one that seemed unfamiliar to her. At least, in her home.
But her worries were soon abated when she read the note that had been left for her, floating at the bottom of the stairs.
Come up and enjoy your surprise ;)
The handwriting was instantly recognisable as Harry's untidy scrawl. Smiling, Andromeda made her way up the stairs towards her room. She could hear voices emanating from there, voices that did not just belong to Harry.
Opening her door revealed quite the sight. A sight Andromeda had not been expecting, she had not really been expecting anything in particular, but certainly not what lay before her eyes.
Harry was sitting on her bed, laughing with four fellow students. Andromeda recognised Susan Bones and Hermione Granger instantly, as she had met them both several times. She deduced that the other fiery haired girl was Ginny Weasley given that she bore all of the hallmarks of a member of that family. And the dreamy blonde girl staring off into the distance she assumed was Luna Lovegood, partly because she looked like her parents, and partly because Harry had described her incredibly accurately.
Their presence though was not the surprise. Instead, it was what they were wearing, or perhaps what they were not wearing. All four of the girls were wearing sets of matching lingerie, that showed off their bodies beautifully. Andromeda's cock stiffened in her underwear before her arrival had even been noted.
"Mum!" Harry exclaimed in greeting.
"This is quite the surprise," she smirked. "May I ask the occasion?"
"For nursing me of course," he said, as he got off the bed and approached her.
"You didn't need to do this. Nursing you was all that I would ever want to do in that situation," she said as she embraced him.
"I know, but I want to show you how much I appreciate you anyway," Harry smiled up at her. Andromeda could not help but be won over by that.
"So what exactly is my surprise?" Andromeda asked, one eyebrow quirked.
"Girls!" Harry's single-word incited a flurry of action. Ginny and Luna quickly scurried out of the room, whilst Hermione and Susan saw to undressing Andromeda.
"Let me take that," they both offered repeatedly. Divesting Andromeda of her work clothes and either folding neatly or handing to Harry to add to the pile of washing, the girls quickly had Andromeda completely naked. Trying not to drool over Andromeda's thick cock, and unshaven body hair, they led her to the bathroom where Luna and Ginny were presiding over a particularly bubbly bath.
"This is your first treat," Hermione told her. "A nice relaxing bath, and a beautiful blonde to go with it," she smiled.
Andromeda thanked her, before carefully stepping into the bath. Once she was in and lying down, everyone but Luna left. And the blonde removed her lingerie and slipped into the bath with Andromeda.
The older woman could only admire Luna's lithe body briefly, before it was submerged beneath the bubbles. "I'm meant to give you a massage," Luna said very matter-of-factly.
"You don't have to…"
"No, I want to," Luna interrupted. "I was just saying that so you would offer me your foot," Luna explained.
"Oh," Andromeda said, raising one foot above the surface of the warm water. What followed was a very odd, yet very soothing massage. She had after all never before been told that her 'middle toe was rather peculiar'.
Luna used her hands and mouth to work her way up Andromeda's legs to her knees. At which point it was all below water, so Luna just used her hands. Soapy water was not particularly pleasant on the tongue.
The massage was thorough, with Andromeda turning around halfway through so Luna could access her back. But it was what commenced after the massage that Andromeda found to be the main treat. Without warning Luna kissed the older woman. Getting over her instinctual surprise, Andromeda melted into the kiss and quickly took control, her hands coming to rest on Luna's pert ass, half of which was in the water.
Breaking off the kiss, Luna headed straight for one of her two targets. She kissed down Andi's neck and collarbone to her shoulder and then down further still.
With a knowing smile, Andromeda lifted up her arm, revealing the thick bush of hairs beneath, which Luna did not hesitate to dive tongue-first into. Andromeda moaned at Luna's perverse action. Not at any physical pleasure, but from the sight of the lithe blonde licking and smelling her thick tangle of dark hairs.
"You like that?"
Luna nodded. "I have satisfied an intellectual curiosity," she replied.
"A Ravenclaw then," Andromeda smiled back.
Instead of answering in the affirmative, Luna simply began to head for her next destination. She used her lips to make her way down Andromeda's torso, stopping off at the main attractions for an extended time, before coming to a stop at the waterline, which was just below the woman's bellybutton.
Grasping Andromeda's thick and throbbing tool beneath the water, Luna took a deep breath of oxygen into her lungs and dove. Her lips sealed around the pole, and she rapidly began bobbing up and down.
Andromeda groaned in pleasure, throwing her head back as the beautiful blonde worshipped her cock beneath the water. The fact that it was underwater made it feel different somehow. The older witch struggled to put it into words; her cock felt less sensitive but the fact that it was being surrounded by water added a unique dimension.
Luna soon surfaced for air, grinning happily at her accomplishment, namely taking all of the older witch's magnificence.
"That was unexpected."
"I'm experimenting," Luna said simply, before diving back beneath the surface. She repeated that action a few times, before deciding that Andromeda was being too passive.
The woman had remained more passive than usual, not guiding the young girl's head with her hands, because she did not want to drown her. But, well, Luna was Luna, and she soon insisted on it.
Andromeda laced her fingers through Luna's wet hair and forced her head down onto her shaft. The girl had mastered taking the entire length into her throat, so the journey down was easy. But Andromeda's downward pressure did not relent. She held her head there, balls deep and under the water's surface.
Luna brought her hands to Andromeda's hairy balls as her oxygen began to run low. She played with the heavy sac, caressing each ball gently. Andromeda was moaning and groaning above the water, but held the girl's head down, until she felt a finger prod at her ass, gently playing with the rosebud.
For whatever reason, this ignited a fire in the older witch, who rapidly released Luna and almost flung the surfacing girl across the bath. Andromeda forced her over the edge of it, her pert ass now just waiting to be fucked. And fuck it Andromeda did. She slammed inside of the blonde and started with an unforgiving rhythm.
"You were made to be fucked like a slut," she growled, becoming entirely intoxicated by the angelic Luna.
The blonde simply giggled and wiggled her ass, begging to be fucked even harder. She kept tightening her ass as Andromeda bottomed out, giving it a little squeeze.
"Fuuuuck," the former Black moaned, gripping Luna by her thin blonde hair and pulling her head back. "I'm gonna cum in your slutty ass," she rumbled in Luna's ear, before planting aggressive kisses all over the girl's neck. "Ugh, ugh, ahhhhh… fuuuuuuck!" she cried out as Luna's ass milked her balls of their entire contents.
She shuddered, moaned and collapsed onto the blonde with a gasp, before slipping back into the water, still in a daze. "That was quite the surprise," she panted.
"I'm not all," Luna smirked, as she turned around and planted herself in Andromeda's lap. "Your next surprise is downstairs. All you'll need is your bathrobe, and maybe the little vial in one of its pockets," she told Andromeda.
Kissing Luna gently on the lips, Andromeda got out of the bath and padded over to where her bathrobe was hanging on a hook on the door. Luna admired the way water dripped off of the woman's body, particularly her breasts; and the way her body hair was matted to the skin.
Andromeda grabbed a towel as she inspected her bathrobe pockets. A pepper-up potion lay inside and she smiled to herself at the prospect of what her darling son had in store for her next. Drying herself a bit, and purposefully giving Luna a show of her swinging dick, Andromeda thanked her, put on her bathrobe and left the room.
She bounced downstairs with a pep in every step.
But in her excitement, she failed to hear the noises coming from her daughter's room. Her daughter who was not meant to be home that evening.
"Perfect timing," Harry greeted his sister as she stumbled from the fireplace.
"I'm late aren't I?"
"I knew you would be so I told you to come earlier," Harry explained smugly.
"You cheeky little shit," Tonks gave Harry a playful punch on the arm. "What's the big surprise then?"
"Follow me," Harry smirked, leading the way up the stairs. Tonks dutifully did so, the pair soon coming to the door to her room. Harry opened the door and gestured for Tonks to go first.
She gasped. And for good reason, for there lying on her bed, completely naked, hard cock in hand, lay the most perfect physical specimen that Tonks had ever seen. The witch's chiselled features were matched by her muscular body. All of which only enhanced the sight of her cock, twelve inches of mouth-watering dark meat.
"Remember that custom dildo I got for Christmas in third year, and you asked me to meet the witch who made it? Well here she is," Harry announced to the awestruck Tonks.
"Hello, Tonks," Angelina greeted, padding over to the pair, giant cock swinging hypnotically between her legs.
"Wotcher," Tonks just about managed to get out.
"I'll leave you two to get acquainted," Harry giggled as he left the room, closing the door behind him.
"What good deed did I do to deserve this?" Tonks asked, her capacity of thought slowly coming back to her.
"I believe this is Harry's way of thanking you for helping him when he was unwell," Angelina explained as she glided a finger up Tonks' forearm.
"Oh, well that was nothing. I'd do that anytime. He doesn't have to thank me for that!"
"And yet he has," Angelina replied, as she leaned forward and captured Tonks' lips with her own. "Am I thank you enough?"
Tonks nodded dumbly in response. She could feel Angelina's oversized weapon prodding at her stomach as her lips tingled from the kiss.
"Good," Angelina grinned, as she began the process of stripping the beautiful punk pixie before her.
Together, they soon had Tonks as naked as Angelina, and the latter admired the former's form with a feral look in her eyes.
Usually a great teaser during sex, Tonks was both silent and deferential to the dark-skinned girl. Her whole demeanour screamed dominance; not to mention her athletic body and huge dick. And Tonks wanted to be thrown around like a rag-doll, dominated completely and entirely. With that in mind, she dropped to her knees before Angelina and grasped her pole. To most it would be intimidating, but not to Tonks. Not when she had the skills and abilities that she did.
She started off slow, gently massaging the first few inches of Angelina's cock with her mouth, slowly stroking the rest with one hand. Allowing Angelina to run her hands through her short, violently violet hair, Dora continued to lull Angelina into thinking that this was a regular blowjob.
But Tonks was impatient to show off her full ability, and so only a couple minutes in she, with no hesitation or warning, slid all twelve inches into her throat. There was no gagging at all.
Angelina lost control of her body for a second. The sudden surge of pleasure was unexpected and sent little spasms down her legs. Looking down at the girl, she was a lustful sparkle in her eyes. Angelina knew exactly what she was being coaxed into doing, and she had no issue with fulfilling what was being silently asked of her. Gripping Tonks' short hair with both hands, Angelina being sawing her cock in and out of the woman's throat. Pretty soon she was slamming herself back and forth, treating Tonks' throat as if it were an ass. "You fucking cocksleeve!" she exclaimed as her cock was squeezed and massaged by Dora's throat. The way her throat moulded itself around her cock felt unnatural, but Angelina was hardly going to complain.
The magical efforts of Tonks certainly did not go without effect. Angelina felt herself building to an orgasm, but first she wanted to see if the woman's ass was as tactile as her throat. Pulling her cock from Dora's orifice, she reached down and picked up the Auror with ease, throwing her onto her own bed.
Angelina was on her in an instant, pulling up the girl's ass to an appropriate height. Rubbing spit on Dora's rosebud, Angelina thwacked her cock against one of her ass cheeks, that Angelina could have sworn had got bigger since the older woman was first naked. Disregarding that, Angelina placed the tip of her tool at Dora's entrance and pushed forward.
She groaned loudly as the asshole just opened up for her. In record time she had her entire length buried in Dora's oxymoronically tight ass. 'How was it so tight and yet so open at the same time?' Angelina was about to get her answer.
With one hand on Dora's waist, Angelina reached forward and gripped her short hair. The shortness of length made this slightly awkward. Realising this, Tonks grew her violet locks around Angelina's hand. And that's when it clicked for the Chaser. "Ohhhh," she said in understanding. "We have a metamorph slut," she growled, wrapping the now long locks around her hand and pulling hard on it.
Tonks moaned loudly as her head was roughly pulled up, and Angelina's cock somehow sunk even deeper into her ass. She herself was also nearing orgasm, having been jerking herself off whilst Angelina abused her throat. "Ohh, please keep fucking me," Tonks encouraged.
"I'm gonna do more than fuck you, you 'morph whore!" Angelina growled delivering several harsh strikes to Tonks' bubbly ass. "I'm gonna ruin you!"
"Please do," Tonks pleaded. "Ruin me like a slut! Make me your metamorph cum dumpster!" she begged of Angelina as her orgasm overwhelmed her body. "Fuuuuuuuck!" she screeched, as her body collapsed onto the bed, Angelina released her hair.
The chaser followed Tonks down, laying prone atop the girl, slamming her hips vertically up and down. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" she exclaimed. "Fuck… ugh… ugh… uggggggggh!" Angelina groaned in ecstasy as she lay, spasming on Tonks, her cock pulsating deep in her.
"That was a fun thank you," Tonks said cheerily, as Angelina rolled off of her.
"That was so good," she agreed. "You really are a bag of tricks."
"I've got a couple more," Tonks teased. "And one I think we'll both really enjoy."
"Why don't you show me?"
"Take a look down there," she indicated to between her legs. Angelina sat up and peered down her toned torso.
Where a cock had just been spraying cum, there were now the neat folds of a pussy.
It was Angelina's turn to be awestruck.
Downstairs, Andromeda was being treated to the next stage of her reward.
Harry had organised the unoccupied girls in the kitchen, using his experience from cooking for the Dursley's, he had managed to oversee the production of a very tasty pasta dish.
But the food was not the only gift that Andromeda would be receiving at the dinner table, as she found out once she had sat down in her loosely tied dressing gown
Ginny Weasley had been tasked with the job of providing the other aspect of the dining experience, that being a blowjob under the table.
"Oh my," Andromeda breathed as Ginny's lips made first contact with the tip of her semi-hard cock. "This really is five-star service," she said as she gripped onto the table.
"Nothing but the best at Harry's restaurant," Hermione smirked.
"We could totally do that," Susan enthused. "Make a restaurant… or a coffee shop! A little under the table service, a little extra cream on top… we'd be richer than a Malfoy!"
"I'm not sure that's very practical…" Hermione started, already considering all the logistical problems with the idea.
"Loosen up, 'Mione. Fantasise a little bit," Susan chastised her friend across the table.
"I like the idea," Harry added.
"Of course you do, you little slut," Susan laughed.
"I also like the idea," Andromeda interjected. "I'm sure Harry would make a great manager."
"He would make sure all the ladies were fully satisfied," Hermione snorted at Susan's teasing.
"Dedication is important in the hospitality industry," Hermione joined in. "And Harry is very hospitable."
Whilst the bantering conversation was going on above the table, Ginny was working hard below. Brows furrowed in concentration, she bobbed her head back and forth on Andromeda's thick cock, until she buried her nose in the thick, black hair above said cock, each and every time.
It was the blowjob of an aspiring athlete, with full and complete commitment throughout. Naturally, it helped that Ginny was instantly smitten with Andromeda's cock. Its ten inches of length were impressive enough, but Ginny also loved the girth. It made the cock seem truly imposing. So when her little mouth and tight throat conquered it, it made her even happier. Not to mention that the taste of Andromeda's pre-cum implied a very tasty dessert to come.
Receiving a blowjob under a table during a meal, was not something that Andromeda got to experience often, but the act was one she thoroughly enjoyed. There was so much power, prestige and authority in passively relaxing, casually eating a meal, as a little slut was on their knees below trying their hardest to pleasure you.
And Ginny Weasley was certainly succeeding. The pepper-up potion had done its job and had left Andromeda rock hard, despite the fact that she had only just cum. But even without it, Andromeda reckoned that she would be in such a state. Ginny's cute mouth wrapped around her entire shaft in such a divine fashion, not to mention her snug throat. The girl's effort was also awfully commendable. The performance had Andromeda fantasising about keeping the fiery-haired girl as a live-in slut. The thought made her cock twitch.
"Warn us when you're going to cum, mummy," Harry told her.
"Soon," Andi warned as Ginny's hands gently massaged her balls. "Fuck, I'm about to cum!" she announced no more than a minute later.
"Stand up," Harry instructed, as Hermione and Susan rushed around the table with Ginny and Luna's bowls of pasta.
The girls got on their knees to the side of Andromeda, who was now facing that way at Harry's behest, and held up the plates as Ginny jerked off the ready-to-explode cock.
"Fuuuuck!" Andromeda cried out as her body shook. Thick wads of cum splattered the pasta dishes before her, covering them in the creamy substance. Some of it missed the target and Susan and Hermione were lucky enough to get their own little treat. Ginny was salivating at the look of her dinner. "That was intense," Andromeda huffed as she collapsed back into her seat. "So, what's next?"
"That feels so good," Tonks squeaked from her lofty position. She had her back against the wall and her legs wrapped around Angelina's neck. The dark-skinned girl was holding her up whilst absolutely devouring the tasty snack sitting just before her mouth. Tonks held on to Angelina's ponytail as pleasure welled up inside of her.
This particular metamorphic ability allowed Tonks to experience the sensation of muggle female pleasure, and its differences from the usual orgasmic sensations. This pleasure was deeper, rising from the pit of her lower stomach and then wrapping itself around her entire body. Her legs shook, and stomach spasmed as she gushed juices all over Angelina's face. "Fuuuuck!" she could not help but scream out as her hips bucked at Angelina's visage.
Tonks was very thankful that she had the wall as support, eventually slumping against it, breathing heavy.
"You taste lovely," Angelina purred as she carefully removed the dazed Metamorph from her shoulders. "I bet it feels even better," she grinned lasciviously, as she continued to hold the girl against the wall. With a firm grip underneath her thighs, Angelina positioned herself between the Auror's spread legs, her shaft ready to conquer pussy for the first time. "Are you going to be a good girl for me and put it in?" Angelina whispered huskily.
"Only if you try and breed me," Tonks responded with a roguish grin, as she reached down and positioned Angelina's monster appropriately.
As intended, Tonks' words had an effect on Angelina, who wasted no time in splitting the puffy pink lips of Tonks' pussy with her dark shaft, and spearing her thoroughly.
Angelina had of course fucked many an ass and was very used to how it felt to fully encase her cock in one, not to say that she did not still adore the activity. But a pussy felt very different. It was a lot wetter for starters, the warm liquid covering Angelina's black cock with white cream. Moreover, the walls of Tonks' pussy clung to her cock in a way that an ass did not, particularly at the entrance.
"Uggghhhh," she groaned aloud as she bottomed out inside of Tonks, feeling a cervix against the head of her cock for the first time. "Feels… so… good," Angelina panted as she began to thrust in and out of Tonks' snug pussy.
"Fuck me!" Tonks cried as she felt the black behemoth shift inside of her. "Ruin my pussy like you did my ass!"
Angelina needed little encouragement. Knowing that Tonks could take what she was given, Angelina hammered into the Auror, being entirely merciless to her pussy.
Squealing and shrieking, her arms and legs wrapped around the younger girl, Tonks held on for dear life.
But even with twelve inches of cock burrowing a foot into Tonks' insides with every thrust, Angelina was not satisfied; she could do better. And being Angelina, she accepted no less than the best.
Readjusting her hands so that they were resting on Tonks' ass, Angelina took a few steps back towards the bed, bringing Tonks away from the wall. This allowed her room to swing Tonks up till only the tip of her dick remained encased in creamy pussy, before slamming her back down as hard as she could.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" Tonks screamed in delirious ecstasy as she instantly came, several times. Her pussy squirted cum all over the place, covering Angelina's muscled stomach, as well as the floor. Her body shook, trembled and quaked as it felt like her entire body exploded in a dizzying orgy of bliss.
The incredible sensation of Tonks' already tight cunt repeatedly squeezing her cock was sending Angelina to orgasm. Knowing she may drop the older girl, and wanting to truly claim her, Angelina unceremoniously dumped Tonks on her bed, before rapidly clambering atop the girl. Bending the girl's legs right back Angelina quickly slammed back into Tonks tight pussy and resumed pounding the girl, but now she had gravity fully on her side.
Tonks was pinned beneath the muscular, glistening form of Angelina Johnson, as her pussy continued to flutter around the black girl's magnificence. This was a pounding like none she had ever received before. "Please cum in me," Tonks begged. "Breed my slutty pussy!"
"Fuck," Angelina snarled as she finally came undone. She buried herself balls-deep in the Auror one final time before unleashing waves and waves of thick, gooey cum. Growling aggressively and possessively in Tonks' ear, Angelina lost control and simply rode the wave of bliss until her balls were empty.
Panting, Angelina raised herself up on shaky arms and smiled down at Tonks. "That was heaven," she said.
"Best. Fuck. Ever," Tonks adamantly reviewed.
"I need to start pulling muggle women."
"If you ever need your fix of cunt, you know where to find me," Tonks batted her eyelashes at the chaser, who rolled off her with a laugh.
The two sweaty women lay side-by-side for a while, their bodies shimmering in the light.
"Now I need to clean-up," Tonks said, as she felt Angelina's cum trickle from her pussy.
And as if by magic, the answer to her prayers arrived.
"How are you two…" Harry stopped mid-sentence as his eyes caught on the ruined, sopping pussy between Tonks' shapely legs.
"We've got just the job for you…"
As Angelina had been trying her best to breed Tonks, Harry had in fact been doing his most to tease his mother into insanity.
After her very pleasurable meal, Hermione and Susan led Andromeda into the living room and sat her down, each one of them then sitting by her side.
"Now there's to be no touching," Susan said to Andromeda, who frowned perplexed. Her questions were however soon answered, once Harry sauntered in, now wearing only a pair of girls' underwear.
"Very cute," Andromeda smirked.
"But you're not allowed to touch," Harry reiterated as he approached his mother.
Andromeda's cock was somehow already growing once again and Harry turning around and bending over, showing off most of his perfectly round globes, only encouraged the expansion.
Shaking his ass cheeks at his mum, Harry smiled at the low growls of frustration that were emanating from her throat. Adding to her frustration, Harry began backing up, eventually settling between Andi's legs, facing away from her, her fully erect staff standing tall against Harry's ass. He giggled as he rubbed his ass up and down, teasing the imposing tool of perfect magical femininity.
Hermione and Susan leant against Andromeda on either side of her, thoroughly enjoying the show. Particularly the way that Harry's ass cheeks had enveloped Andromeda's shaft as they jiggled up and down. A shaft that the two girls knew they would be getting their own taste of shortly.
To end his teasing Harry turned around and perched himself on Andi's lap, facing her. "Are you enjoying this?" he asked.
"Not as much as I could be," she responded through gritted teeth.
"You do seem a little on edge," he smirked, trailing a finger along her shaft. "But my time is up, I was only the starter. So, I'll give you a kiss goodbye," he giggled, as he made to go for Andi's lips, but instead swerved downwards and gave the tip of her cock a gentle kiss instead, sending a shiver through Andi's body.
And with that he was off upstairs, where unbeknownst to him Tonks' freshly creamed pussy awaited his tongue. Whilst downstairs Susan and Hermione slipped off the sofa and both crawled in between Andi's legs. The girls had wanted to give Andi the sloppiest, filthiest blowjob they could. Putting themselves to the limit in the process. And Susan wasted no time.
She slammed her head down Andi's waiting cock, cramming as much down her throat as she could, before proceeding to fuck her face on it. Her mouth and throat made all the characteristic noises, which only added to the filthy nature of the act. As did the saliva that was soon pouring down Andi's cock. "Fuck your aunt has taught you well," Andromeda moaned as the young girl aggressively bobbed her head up and down the dick.
Meanwhile, Hermione had made herself at home lower down, her nose buried in between Andromeda's balls, as her mouth worked to lavish them with love and saliva. The noises Susan was making was turning Hermione on, and she could not wait for her own turn at choking herself on Andromeda's perfect piece of meat.
Up until this point Andi had been content to simply admire the passionate efforts of Susan on her cock; gagging, choking, spluttering. But Harry's teasing, plus having two beautiful girls worshipping her cock and balls, was bringing out a more dominant side in Andi's personality. "Now let's set you a real challenge," Andi half growled as she moved Susan's bob out of the way of her face. Gripping, her head she pulled the redhead's mouth further and further down her dick. "All the way to the bottom," she encouraged, as Susan gagged and choked her way down.
Susan's nose was soon buried in a mess of dark hairs, as the entire ten-inch length was lodged in her oral cavity. "Look at me," Andi ordered as she held the younger girl in place. Their brown eyes met, Susan's a lighter shade than Andromeda's, and watering too. "Hold it, hold it," Andi commanded as the Hufflepuff struggled. "Fuck, I can feel that throat squirming on my cock," Andi moaned as Susan started to visibly struggle.
Placing her hands on Andi's strong thighs, she tried to push herself free, but she was held in place for a few seconds longer, until eventually her aunt released her. Spluttering and gasping, she filled her lungs with oxygen as Hermione took her spot. But she not one to rest on her laurels, and she was quickly back with her mouth working over Andi's balls.
"What books have you been reading, Hermione?" Andi asked jokingly as the bushy-haired girl devoured the cock before her. She had been waiting for her chance and she would do nothing but impress. She only knew how to be the best, after all.
By this point Andromeda's cock had become a sloppy mess. Dripping in saliva, the hairs surrounding her cock were smeared with the substance too. Furthermore, to Susan's delight, some had trickled down to her balls, leaving the redhead with some cleaning up to do. And Hermione only contributed to the mess, as she slammed her head up and down Andi's cock. That is until the older woman gave the young Gryffindor the same treatment, she had given Susan, holding her down at the base until she completely ran out of air.
As she was finally released from the tight grip on her head, Luna and Ginny entered the room, having eaten their dinner together. They were both naked and very eager. As proven by the way in which Ginny settled in between Susan and Hermione and quickly got to work. Naturally, Luna was interested in becoming reacquainted with Andi's unshaven pits and so crawled onto the sofa.
Ginny went through the same process as the two girls before her had, before making way for Luna, who did the same, though from a different angle. As Luna was deepthroating her cock, Andi lifted her legs, allowing the three kneeling girls to battle over her ass too.
The final segment of the oral worship of one Andromeda Tonks was a filthy, sloppy, free-for-all, in which the four girls switched duties and positions as they wished. One moment it was Ginny's throat massaging the tower of meat, the next it was Hermione's. One moment it was Susan's tongue in Andi's ass, the next it was Ginny's. This continued until Andi felt the stirrings of an orgasm. She wanted to make sure that she definitely got a go in each of the four girls' asses. Thus, she halted proceedings and stood up, her hard cock bobbing in the air.
First up was Susan, who Andromeda quickly moved onto her back on the sofa. The redhead folded her legs up and eagerly anticipated the woman she saw as an aunt penetrating her. She did not have to wait long; Andi quickly slammed her cock home and developed a punishing rhythm in and out of Susan's ass.
"I think you may have better tits than your aunt," Andi commented as she watched the hypnotic display of bouncing flesh.
"I'll tell her you said that," Susan giggled, as she was repeatedly speared on Andi's staff.
However, it soon almost became too much for Andi, so she pulled out of Susan and moved Hermione into place. The girl was diagonally across the sofa, raised on her knees. Her lips were pushed roughly against Susan's as Andi placed a foot on the sofa and began to fuck the Gryffindor. "I'm so glad my son's girlfriend is as big a slut as he is," she proclaimed as she slammed into said girlfriend.
"I'm glad his mum is one too!" Hermione cried out, receiving several spanks for her trouble.
Ginny was next up and gave a very enthusiastic athletic performance, first bouncing up and down on Andi's dick in cowgirl, her lithe body on display. Before turning around and showing off, by doing the splits on the ten-inch pole. Andi held the girl up and in position and fucked her, thrusting violently up. "Fuck, I love Quidditch sluts," she growled as she tried to ruin Ginny's tight ass.
And lastly Andi used Luna as she was best used, like a ragdoll. She picked the girl up and repeatedly slammed her down onto her waiting shaft, as Susan buried her face in between her cheeks as an added bonus. It was Susan's curious tongue and Luna's cute mewling that drove Andromeda to the edge. Quickly letting Luna down and manoeuvring Susan from between her ass cheeks, Andi jerked herself off before the four girls. And the sight of the eager foursome, all with their tongues out, readily waiting to be plastered in cum threw the older woman right over the edge. She cascaded into bliss as the four girls were covered in gooey goodness, their faces and chests were soon plastered in white.
Andi staggered back a couple of steps and then crashed back into the sofa. She simply admired the sight of the four girls snogging and slurping at each other, swapping the warm, salty cum back and forth.
And then a devilish idea struck.
"Girls I have an idea," she said with a grin. "A competition and a reward…"
Harry had greatly enjoyed the delicious snack of Angelina's creamy cum in Dora's morphed cunt. And he had soon lapped it all up.
Of course, the girls could not allow him to have nothing to feast on, and so very quickly his mouth was full of Dora's cock (she had re-morphed a decently sized phallus), and his ass was stuffed with twelve inches of Angelina.
Angelina fucked Harry into Tonks' cock, filling both of his holes with cock in the process. Tonks also had fun by changing her size, forcing Harry to adjust accordingly. She liked to keep him on his toes… and his knees… and his back.
"He really is such a good little slut," Dora commented as she bottomed out a nine-inch length into Harry's throat. "I could not ask for a better little bro."
"I'd love to have this cum-dumpster as a live-in slut," Angelina said. "Could just bend the whore over whenever and wherever I wanted," she fantasised. Unsurprisingly, Harry also liked that fantasy, moaning his approval around the thick shaft in his mouth.
Dribbling pre-cum, Harry's cock was clear evidence of his arousal. Most would struggle with the two mighty lengths that he was dealing with ease. It fully supported Dora's view that he was in fact a 'good little slut', except maybe 'massive slut' would be a better epithet.
Harry whined as Tonks removed her entire length from his mouth, but was happy once he was presented with two large and still clearly full balls. "I could do with getting some ass," Tonks said nonchalantly to Angelina.
"Well, I think I have the perfect idea," Angelina grinned back. Tonks caught on to the chaser's meaning immediately.
"I'll take bottom," she volunteered.
"Perfect," Angelina said as she gave Harry several particularly violent thrusts.
"You ready for a treat?" Tonks smiled down at Harry as she smacked his face with her cock, smearing his own saliva over his cute features.
"I'm always ready for one of your treats," Harry beamed back up at his sister.
"You may not be saying that in a few minutes," Tonks warned, still with a smile.
After one last thrust Angelina pulled out of Harry, making sure to admire the damage that she had done. Simultaneously, Tonks began to manoeuvre herself and Harry into position. Lying on her back, she beckoned for Harry to mount her and lean forward. It was at this point that Harry realised what was about to happen. He gulped. Though he had taken the three Black sisters at once before, Dora's ability to shift the girth and length of her cock, mixed with Angelina's own consistently formidable length, made the prospect of having them both inside of him fill him with a dash of doubt; a dash atop a mountain of lust, desire and want.
"I think I'll keep it this size," Dora announced as she inflated her cock to a butt-stretching fifteen inches in length and six inches in girth. It was the biggest cock Harry had ever taken and Angelina's was yet to even enter play.
"He's gonna be ruined for days," Angelina snorted as she spat on her own cock.
"That's the plan. No sitting down for a week, little bro."
Angelina lined up her dark length with Harry's already very stuffed ass and pushed forward. Harry cried out in pain, as Angelina crammed herself into Harry's backdoor. "Fuuuuuuuck!" he yelled, the head of her cock having slipped in.
"The hardest part is over now," Angelina said soothingly to Harry as she continued to press forward.
"You're being such a good boy," Tonks encouraged in Harry's ear, as she felt more and more of Angelina's dick slide up against her own.
"Fuck, he's taken all of it," Angelina moaned lustfully. Harry's sluttiness never ceased to amaze her, and never ceased to turn her on. "Time to ruin this ass!" she added with a slightly sadistic glint to her eyes.
Harry was in some pain, as was to be expected. One does not take such monstrosities in the ass and feel nothing, even him. But the pleasure was indescribable, an epidemic of bliss poured through his body, his ass at the epicentre. And he was correct to predict that once Angelina began to truly fuck him, he would feel such pleasure as he had only felt a couple times before.
"I didn't think this ass could get any better," Angelina said as her cock slid in and out of the ass in question. "But apparently plugging it with his sister's cock makes an improvement."
"I improve everything," Tonks smirked, as she gently flexed her cock inside Harry's ass, drawing moans from both Gryffindors.
"Fuck!" Angelina snarled, gritting her teeth and gripping Harry's hips. She drove herself in and out of his filled hole with her usual aggression and power. His ass had now grown to accommodate both shafts and thus she could drill into him as hard as she could.
Harry's moans had been getting louder and louder until he could not hold it in anymore; "Please keep fucking me, Angie! Ruin my tight little hole!"
"I don't think it's tight anymore," Dora giggled at her brother's words.
"I'm gonna ruin you like a double-anal whore should be!" Angelina declared.
"Yes please, Angie! I'm your anal whore! Your cum-bucket! Your cock-slut!" Harry cried out as he felt his pleasure begin to crest. "I'm gonna cum!"
"My little bro really is a slut," Dora snorted. "Gonna make a mess on sis' tummy with two fat cocks in your ass?" she teased him.
Harry could not respond, except by doing exactly as his sister had suggested. His whole body exploded with seismic waves of pleasure wracking his form. His cock spurted out the contents of his balls onto his sister's tummy, and yet the pleasure continued. The sharp smacks from Angelina as she continued to pound him and marvel at both his sluttiness and tightness, proved to prolong his orgasm further. When he thought it was over, it continued.
The two women were astounded by the way Harry's small figure shook between them. They were also in their own worlds of pleasure from the way his ass was squeezing their shafts together. "I'm not gonna last," Angelina gasped as Harry went through his third orgasm in as many minutes.
"Saaame," Dora moaned as her cock was once again milked hard by the soft walls of Harry's ass.
Roaring in ecstasy Angelina gripped Harry's hair in one hand and slammed her entire foot of cock into his ass, her shaft exploding violently as she did so.
Tonks soon followed. Where previously she had been content to lay back and let Angelina do all the thrusting, as her orgasm neared she instinctively began to thrust upwards into Harry. And all it took was the sensation of her cock being coated in Angie's warm load for her too to erupt inside of Harry.
The three of them slumped over, all sated, exhausted and finished, at least for now.
Before they could re-join downstairs and make more mess, they first had to clean up. A task one of them in particular was already looking forward to.
Andromeda's so-called competition was very simple, and naturally rather depraved. She produced, no one bothered to ask from where, two double ended dildos, and explained to the girls that they would pair up, share a dildo between their asses, and the last to cum would get the prize. The prize being to fuck her.
"And what happens when one of the pair loses?" Hermione asked.
"I'll control it myself," Andromeda smirked.
The four girls got into position, each pairing up ass-to-ass and positioning the dildos appropriately. Ginny and Luna paired up, as did Susan and Hermione.
"I'm definitely winning this," Susan boasted confidently.
"We'll see," Ginny huffed, her competitive side coming out.
Moans echoed around the room as the dildos slipped into their targeted asses. Unsurprisingly, none of the girls had any issue with fitting in the rather large instruments of pleasure. Andromeda herself watched on with a smile on her face, her used cock stirring amidst its nest of dark hairs.
It was testament to what massive anal whores the four competitors were, that it took less than a minute for all of them to get hard. Their cocks of various sizes all pointed straight down at the carpet, all at their respective full sizes.
The amount of beautiful, pliable flesh on display was breathtaking. Their respective builds and unique beauties came across as their asses slapped together. Susan had the biggest ass, and it showed. Her cheeks jiggled and slapped against Hermione's with every thrust. Hermione's did so too, but to far less an extent. Luna's cute bubble butt had tiny ripples spread across the surface of her pale skin as Ginny slammed back into her, her own ass toned from Quidditch training.
"Oh my gosh, that's lovely!" Luna sighed dreamily as she came first. She had never been good at resisting the allure of nature's call, particularly a call to such divine pleasure.
As she said she would, Andromeda took over the control of Ginny and Luna's dildo, as Luna slid her ass off and collapsed to the floor in a puddle of her own cum, her modest (relatively) cock still spasming.
Next to go was Hermione, the feeling of Susan's meaty cheeks colliding with her own proving to be too much. Hermione did not mind so much however, it meant she could admire her friends fucking the dildos with their beautiful forms.
"Now you two share one," Andromeda said to the two remaining girls. Ginny removed the dildo form her ass, and took up Hermione's former position.
"Ready to be beat, Weasley?"
"Absolutely not, Bones," the two traded taunts, before restarting the back-and-forth motion of fucking a shared-dildo.
The two had very contrasting bodies, Susan's was built for luxury, pillowy and voluptuous, her large tits brushed against the floor, hanging down from her chest more than her cock was. Ginny's body however was built for efficiency, toned and ready for action. Indisputably, both were stunning. Even more so when they were slamming their asses back onto a dildo.
They lasted a while, longer than Andromeda thought they would. But eventually one had to succumb to the inevitable. This time it was Ginny. Even as she so desperately tried to stave off her orgasm, she could not. Her competitiveness was for nought, and she stifled her moans as she erupted all over the floor. There was no hiding that and Andromeda declared Susan to be the winner.
"Knew I'd win," Susan gloated.
"Yeah, yeah," Ginny said bitterly.
"Now kiss and make up," Andromeda ordered. The two redheads did so, with fire as bright as their hair. "Now come and collect your prize," Andromeda smiled to Susan, lifting her legs up and revealing her hairy hole for Susan.
"This is gonna be fun," Susan chuckled as she spat on her nine inches of girthy cock. Hermione took the crown for longest cock, but Susan was the thickest amongst the four girls. Her cock looked menacing for its size, but very juicy, with veins running up its side, meeting at her thick mushroom head. A head that was soon pressing into Andi's ass. "Oh fuck, auntie!" Susan yelled. "You feel so good!"
"You like fucking auntie's ass?"
"I love fucking it!" Susan reiterated as she slid her entire length into Andromeda's ass. Susan gripped Andi's thighs and started fucking her aunt hard.
However, it may have been too hard. Not too hard for Andromeda, she had taken far more severe screwings. Too hard for her own stamina. The dildo had gotten her close, despite what she had pretended. And now her aunt's tight ass, mixed with her toned, hairy body, had pushed her over the edge.
"Gonna fill up my ass, or cover my hairy balls in your cum?" Andromeda asked.
"Fuuuuuck!" Susan came before she could answer, pulling her cock out and blasting Andromeda's body with thick, gooey liquid.
"Not so impressive after all," Ginny snorted.
"So good," was all Susan could say as she sat heavily down on the floor.
"Now all I need is a volunteer to clean me up," said Andromeda.
"I think I've got just the candidate," Angelina said from the bottom of the stairs, holding Harry up at the ass.
"I see Harry has treated his sister as well," Andi smirked.
"He certainly did," Tonks affirmed. "About twelve inches of treat," she added.
"He has been busy," Andromeda said with a raised eyebrow, as Angelina let Harry down.
Harry walked over to his mum, a giant grin on his face. "Did you like the 'thank you'?"
"How could I not?" Andi snorted. "Even on my deathbed I'd enjoy it!"
"Well one more treat," Harry said as he began to eat up Susan's load from his mother's body.
"I think it's more a treat for Harry," Hermione muttered.
"Speaking of treats," came a new and powerful voice as green flames surrounded her form. Despite not being able to see her clearly for a second, her voice and mere presence was immediately identifiable.
"And what brings you here, sister?" Andromeda asked.
"I heard there was a party without me!" she moped.
"From?" Harry asked, cum dripping from his chin.
"Minerva visited Grimmauld after she dropped you lot off," Bella explained, gesturing to the naked girls that currently littered her sister's living room. "We shared Sirius' bitch ass…"
"Literally," Tonks snorted.
"And then she mentioned this, so I thought I'd just pop by," she smirked.
"Did you really?" Andromeda raised her eyebrow once again at her sister's antics.
"Another round anyone?"
There was little sleep that night. But everyone had been sufficiently thanked by the end of it. And that was all that mattered to Harry. Well, also the cock. And cum. And armpit hair. But mainly the thanking.
A/N: So this is the end of this little story, at least for now. As you can see, it really all did get away from me. But I've been looking forward to sharing this one, I think it's pretty hot anyway ;)
Hopefully, I'll be back soon, but I can't make any promises...
Have a good weekend!