AN - This is a little story I posted over on Archive Of Our Own and Hentai Foundry more than a year ago, I'm up to chapter four on those sites, with a fifth chapter to vote on if the readers want more explicit mention of the ages of the characters. I'm not going to copy the old Notes but new chapters, rare as they are, will have ANs attached. If you'd like to cast your vote on the level of vagueness regarding the age of the characters you can either leave it in a review or go over to AO3 and say so.
This chapter also contains a very graphic scene in which Tonks pushes cum out of her bum and Hermione drinks it! just in case that's not your thing.
Chapter 4 - A Very Full Belly
An amused voice interrupted her respite, "Enjoy yourself?"
Tonks barely opened one eye and calmly looked at the intruder with the sexy voice, she said, "I don't think I've ever met someone with an imagination quite as vivid as hers."
The woman snorted and said with relish, "Yeah, I didn't need to be a legilimens to figure that out. So you went straight for the mind fuck huh?"
Tonks laughed back, "Yep! Felt everything, made sure she did too. Fuck me though, I wish I took off my trousers before we started, I'm covered in spunk from the waist down." She gently moved the unconscious brunette into a more comfortable position before swiping her finger up Hermione's cheek to collect some of the cum that had soaked through her jeans. She held her sperm coated finger in front of her mouth and slowly stuck out her tongue. With the same excruciating slowness she licked the slime from her digit, she moaned when she swallowed in a way she knew her best friend loved, deep and low, she offered, "Well then my sexy Professor, want to help me clean up?"
The intruder considered it for a moment. It was a very difficult question, Tonk's cum was unlike anything else, with it's thick, creamy texture and slight sweetness overlaid with it's own unique muskiness... just thinking about it made her box gush. She absolutely loved it. Starting from the very first time Tonks popped in her mouth and all the way to now she would always find herself thirsting for metamorph semen, which… she very deliberately chose not to question. She liked guzzling Tonks' splooge and that was that. At the moment though she wasn't really in the mood for a drink, she said, "Tempting, but I think I'd rather see you do it yourself this time."
A smile played across Tonks' face and she pretended to weigh the merits of the sexy Professor's request, "Hmm I don't know, why should I?"
Lustful hunger displayed itself blatantly in every facet Tonks' behaviour, from her expression to the way her hands began rubbing her thighs to her cock immediately straining harder in her jeans, Belle's suggestion was already accepted, Tonks just wanted to play first.
"Well…" Anabelle said, sensually licking her lips, "I'd love to see it," she said shyly, "to watch you pleasure yourself…" she spoke slowly and lustfully, "All I can think about is your mouth on your cock as it pulses and throbs…"
She closed the distance, squeezing between Hermione and Tonks, "Maybe with some cum dripping out the side of your mouth," she leaned down and whispered lowly, "And while you do that, I'll stand here," she pressed a kiss near Tonks' ear "and watch," she placed her hands on either side of Tonks' crotch and squeezed lightly, "and tell you how much it turns me on."
Babbling drew back a bit and said coyly, "I could even wake Hermione and make her eat my arse, would that turn you on?"
Tonks was visibly losing control, she groaned loudly and said, "She can eat your arse after I shag it, how 'bout that?"
Belle pouted and said petulantly, "But I want to feel her sucking my hole while you suck yourself off."
"Alright, fine," The auror said "but you have to suck my balls and finger me. Final offer, anything other than a yes and I'll bareback your cunt until you look like you're an hour away from giving Jenine a pair of sisters."
"Done," Bathsheda said brightly with a wide smile, she bent down and with her teeth she grabbed the little denim flap holding the pink haired woman's trousers closed and leaned back, the fabric slipped over the little brass button and the zipper opened in one smooth motion. At the same time she slipped her robe off.
"And on the subject of my pussy," she said, wrapping her fingers around her partner's waistband, "It's been so neglected lately, Hermione's arse is just so needy that I haven't been able to get it properly looked after, maybe you could do it later?" Belle offered with a coy smile.
Before Tonks could respond, the professor began insistently tugging on her waistband, she lifted her toned arse off the table, and Belle pulled down Tonk's jeans and knickers, her fat jizz slathered dick slowly revealing itself with each inch of sopping denim that rolled down her thighs. When it was fully revealed her girthy member hung midway down her thigh, half hard while thick white goo drooled from the cumslit in slow languid rivulets, the smell of spunk and sweat and cock hit Belle's nose and she wanted nothing more than to lean in and wrap her mouth around its head and suck it clean of all that hot, nasty, delicious, life making slime. She caught herself, lips almost touching her oldest friend's cockhead, her breaths had gotten short and shallow, her pulse had risen, she glanced up at Tonks who made no attempt to hide her smug smile.
Belle knew this game well, sometimes she even let herself lose, but not today. She shot the shapeshifter a smug smirk or her own and grabbed Tonks' meat by the base, quickly positioning the increasingly turgid pole so the cum drooling head was only a few inches away from its owner's face while leaning down and placing an open mouthed kiss on Tonks' heavy sack.
She drew back with her own smirk reaffixed and said, "Why don't you get started while I get my trousers off and wake my pet arse addict?"
The auror groaned as Belle hurriedly shoved her trousers down to her knees, taking her knickers along with them. She straightened up and pulled her wand from her sleeve, with a couple quick spells her prep work was finished and she braced herself on Tonks' spunk slathered thighs.
"One last thing," she said, dropping her wand and placing her feet to provide the best view she could offer Hermione, "two actually, first I brought the recording mirrors and second she's a squirter."
The metamorph's eyes lit up, "You brought them? Fuck yes! Where's the case? Nevermind, accio." A small case jumped from the front pocket of the Professor's robe, landing lightly on the desk next to her. "What was that other thing? Oh right, she squirts, what's wrong with that? I thought getting wet and wild was the plan."
Tonks excitedly opened the case and quickly put on a pair of what looked like sunglasses, within seconds enchantments activated and the mirrors began taking up default positions based on the number and position of the participants. Belle shook her head with a rueful smile, "The problem is her pussy juice is an immensely potent aphrodisiac, more so at the moment of orgasm. It's fascinating and I'm planning to study it, eventually, but you have things to do later, so just to make sure you don't get squirted on. We're not fucking her today."
Tonks held out an identical pair of sunglasses to Belle, "You're going to make her eat your arse and give her blue balls? That's just cruel."
She accepted the glasses and put them on, "It is not, you just made her cream herself into unconsciousness, and besides, I said we won't be fucking her, not I won't be fucking her. After you head back to work her arse will be spending the afternoon giving my cock nice wet hug." She held out her hand for the third pair in the case.
Tonks looked deeply envious while handing the third pair to her longtime lover, "Your toy, you mean. How often are you shagging this girl?"
Belle set the glasses aside and picked up her wand, she straightened up slightly and explained with a satisfied sigh, "Hey, some of us can't just have a dick whenever we want one. As to your question, we've got an hour a day set aside for 'tutoring', plus quickies and games, I'm sure you already know how we find the time for that." She added with a wink, she continued speaking after a brief pause, "and there's another hour set aside for actual tutoring."
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She was far too randy to be talking right now, so in lieu of letting Tonks reply she waved her wand at Hermione and quickly assumed the position once again, this time grabbing her cheeks and pulling them wide open for her younger fuck buddy. She looked over her shoulder and watched the girl's body grow taut, arching out of her seat, and letting out a long moan as her body slowly, shudderingly, relaxed. Hermione's eyelids fluttered open and when she caught sight of Belle she smiled warmly, her smile only lasted a second before her eyes landed on the Professor's drooling cunny and lubed sphincter.
Once again not leaving room for conversation Bathsheda picked up the pair of glasses and handed them back to Hermione, "Here, put these on. I assume you'd like to dive right in?"
"Uh, sure, yeah?" Came the slightly bleary response from behind.
"Great!" She shoved her nose into Tonks' seed sack and inhaled the cunt drenching scent of sweat and cock one more time before opening her mouth and starting to spit shine the auror's balls.
Barely a moment passed before she felt Hermione's hands push her own out of the way, she heard a wand make a quiet swish and suddenly the glasses started working. She immediately focused on what she wanted to see and a pair of tiny round mirrors moved into position just in time to watch Hermione lean in, she saw and felt the exact moment when Hermione's tongue made contact with her pucker.
Her more-enthusiastic-than-experienced partner started light with a slow gentle pressure circling and teasing the sensitive nerve endings of her bum hole, Belle moaned into Tonks' scrotum at the sensation. The woman to whom said ball pouch was attached chose that moment to remind Belle of their agreement by resting a hand on the back of her head.
Babbling retaliated by swapping her focus and making the pair of mirrors move to watch Tonks' face. She opened her mouth wide to suck one of the oversized nuts past her lips, filling her mouth with the salty taste of sweat mixed with another, muskier flavour she could only call cock. Tonks looked into the pair of discs and sent Bathsheda a smirk and a wink before leaning down and opening her mouth.
Tonks barely had to move before the jizz slathered tip of her cock was dangerously close to penetrating her mouth, instead of taking it between her lips she started by licking the base of her crown where it met her shaft and circling along the rim. Once she'd smeared enough nut butter over her taste buds to inseminate a dozen witches she pulled her mouth muscle back in and swallowed.
It was clear to the Professor, even from her first attempt, that unless she reduced her output it wouldn't matter how hard her pink haired friend worked to transport her self made cream to her stomach, she was fighting a losing battle against the tide of white goo drooling out of her cock slit. The slightest pressure from lapping at the most sensitive part of her dick would send more sperm rich fluid pouring out from her tip, which would send her tongue back around to gather it all up, repeating the process in a mesmerizing display of carnal sin.
Hermione, quick learner and conniving slag, must have been watching Tonks' face too, she matched her motions to the auror's, circling Belle's anus at the same times Tonks would start a circuit around her cock head and pulling away when she went to swallow, the synchronicity was as delightful as it was distracting. Distracted though she was, Belle still remembered there was one more part of the deal for her to uphold, the only question was, cunt or arse? She reached under the spunk factory she was nuzzling in search of a hole, all she found was the root of Tonk's cock. Well, that answered her question quite effectively.
The runes professor snapped her fingers, Tonks visibly shivered as the spell washed over her insides and made eye contact through the mirrors. Babbling's response was to press two fingers into the shemale's arsehole, the muscular sphincter spread around her digits, squeezing tightly, yet yielding enough to let her force her fingertips ever deeper inside her best friend's rear entrance. Tonks moaned into her cockhead and a bolt of splooge fountained from her tip as her massive girl-dick twitched, Belle's fingers smushed and scraped against the hot clutching flesh of her, currently, only fuckable entrance on their short but insistent journey into the metamorph's rectum. Once her knuckles touched cheeks Belle started pistoning her fingers in and out, just fast enough to outpace her friend's ability to keep up, and she watched as spurt after spurt of creamy white fluid squirted out of that horse sized girlcock only to land in or sail over Tonks' pink pixie cut. Eventually the tide became too much, or maybe Tonks decided to stop showering herself in jizz, and she moved her face so the flow of spunk spewing from her urethra was directed straight into her mouth.
Tonks could cut off the flow of her seed at any time, Belle knew it, but there was no way it would happen, hot splooge stretching the cumvein and pushing out through the length of one's cock was an intoxicating sensation, and the longer the cock, the longer the feeling lasted. Belle bit her lip and smiled, with her fingers where they were she was in direct control of how and when Tonks got a real orgasm, and with that thought playing through her mind she increased the speed of finger based rectal massage.
The pink haired law enforcement officer shuddered, with each push-pull of Belle's fingers her dick would violently expel another batch of hot semen, as the other woman's pace increased she was having more and more trouble keeping up with her own throbbing dick. Globs of seed missed her mouth every time she closed it to swallow, instead splashing over her lips and drooling heavily down her chin. She licked her lips after one particularly large glue-thick shot splattered against them and decided a change of strategies was in order. She swallowed the spunk in her mouth and bent forward, opening her mouth as it met her glans, her mouth covered just over half of it's surface but she kept pushing her head harder down onto her dick, her fat cockhead began slipping past her lips, her cheeks bulged after each blast of goo hit the back of her throat, quickly overflowing until it burst out past her lips. All the while Tonks subtly shifted her body so she would be able to take her meat down her throat while still having to force it.
Meanwhile, Hermione once again imitated Tonks' movements, she pushed her face further between Belle's cheeks and encircled the older woman's anus with her lips. A loud involuntary moan escaped from her throat to vibrate the tensing sack filling her mouth. Belle moaned disappointedly as the sensation in her backdoor vanished, she flicked her view to watch Hermione's face just in time to watch the student suck her tongue back into her mouth and roll it around for a few moments, when the girl didn't immediately show the near mindless lust she usually did when she was savouring the older woman's back passage Belle tried to figure out what she the tiny teen was doing. She was still wondering when a smirk spread over the youthful face, the girl threw herself forward, mashing her face into her Professor's tight cheeks, forcing a long girthy surprise deep into the older woman's colon, the little genius was even careful to match Tonks' depth and make sure to continue running her tongue in circles even while it was buried in her mentor's arse.
Bathsheda was gasping and slobbering over one of Tonks' nuts as she tried to figure out when the girl had time to add new tattoos on her own, while Hermione was thinking that she owed Greengrass a good long display of her gratitude.
Tonks swallowed against the fat tip of her cock while it pressed up against the entrance to her throat, with no way to mimic the action Hermione instead swirled her oral appendage around inside Belle's fuck hole. Tonks' eyes fell closed as she visibly gathered herself for to force her slut-breeder past the entrance of her throat, she violently pushed herself forward and her throat bulged out, her head finally burst forth into the tight spit slicked tunnel, Belle and Hermione both watched as she pushed harder, forcing the cock bulge to travel further and further down her neck until she her lips rested near the middle of her pole, her entire throat resembling an overstuffed sausage casing, Tonks' throat strenuously resisted her attempts to feed a large diameter pipe into a small diameter one and soon she was forced to stop, only about a third of the way from the end.
Just watching the cock disappear further into its owner's mouth was getting Belle incredibly keyed up, but almost more importantly she was looking forward to what was cumming next. Hermione may have stopped momentarily to enjoy the show but she'd made her intentions clear so far; she was going to tongue-fuck her Professor's arse the same way Tonks was fucking her own throat. And right on time, Hermione's organ swelled, putting an end to the rimming her interior anal sphincter was receiving and instead slithered deeper into her hot canal, diving slowly but surely into the the sandwiched woman's guts. It was impossible to resist the hoarse moan her young lover's tongue pushed out of her throat as she pushed deeper into her backside, she was barely doing much more than mouthing Tonk's balls at this point, not that said metamorph noticed, she honestly looked so engorged- er, engrossed, in her task she'd be hard pressed to notice if a centaur decided to cum along and take advantage of her exposed rear.
With her attempt to hilt herself against her lips temporarily thwarted, Tonks changed tactics once more. She backed off of the massive sword separating their bodies only to lunge back down again, burying her steel a little deeper than before, meanwhile the brunette guarding the rear matched her counterpart's thrusts inch for sloppy wet inch. With each movement of the thing penetrating into her intestines it became more difficult to mount her own assault on the Auror's undefended rear passage.
The officer of law repeated her play, pulling back and slamming forward, trying again and again with each plunge of her head to force her blade fully into her drooling scabbard, Hermione's own weapon continued perversely piercing further and further into Belle's slick sheath until the moment when the pink haired head paused with only a few inches of cockmeat still visible.
As one they all waited, a tiny pink tip poked out briefly from between Tonk's lower lip and the massive slab of girldick, Hermione's enhanced tongue slowly writhed and scraped around inside her without venturing deeper, Tonks' nostrils flared and the sound of her taking a deep breath, (somehow, stupid metamorph cheater, not gagging on dick, what's even the point of deepthraoting a cock if you can still breathe?) signified that she was preparing for her final push while the tentacle-esque appendage violating Belle's rear stilled completely in anticipation.
Tonks' reached down and grabbed the back of her thighs near her arse cheeks, and then with a sharp exhale she began her effort to drive her point home, as one both women started moving again, Hermione gripped tightly onto her lover's toned arse and mashed her face hard into the hole between the Runes Professor's cheeks, kissing and sucking as best she was able while shoving her enlarged flexible tongue in deep, utterly disregarding how much cockmeat her counterpart had left to feed to herself. On Tonks' end her head moved down excruciatingly slowly, sweat dripped from her forehead and her arms strained from the effort of trying to swallow her last two inches.
Even through the utter barrage of sensation from her back door Belle could see her friend was struggling (Read: choosing to struggle) to choke down that last bit of dick and she knew she would have to help. She lifted the hand not knuckle deep in bumhole, wrapped it around the back of Tonks' head and pulled. The effect wasn't instantaneous but it was significant, the tide of battle turned from a stalemate between; her stomach refusing entrance to the head of her cock and the cunt-wrecking girth of her shaft insistently demanding to be let in, to; an already decided war of attrition with and uncountable number of microscopic soldiers preparing to flood in through the losing side's soon-to-be-wide-open gates.
As her pole penetrated her throat she grunted and moaned and choked, drool oozed from her parted lips down onto her hairless balls and Bathsheda lapped it up in a one sided spit swap. Tonks' face grew closer and closer to Belle's until her forehead gently touched her best friend's and her nose nuzzled snugly against her 'nads, she stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily from the heady combination of exertion and pleasure.
Hermione meanwhile didn't show any signs of slowing down, she'd given up on her game and was now tongue fucking her way so deep into Belle's large intestine she was closing in on the small one. The way she twisted and writhed was almost as mesmerising as it was orgasmic, thrusting deep only to pull back and thrust again, harder, faster, deeper. Massaging nerves and moving in circles to stretch the arse hole she was munching, while putting pressure against the thin wall of flesh separating her Professor's rear cock sheath from her frontal one.
When Tonks had gotten her breath back it was obvious that, with her nose stuck between her nuts the way it was, there was nowhere to go but up, so she moved her hands and pushed against her thighs, or tried to, her esophagus was gripping her meat so tightly she made just as little progress coming out as she had going in. But she persisted, ever so slowly pulling out, gradually picking up speed as more of her knob vacated the tube more accustomed to a different sort of sausage until the bulk of the meaty organ had reappeared, leaving only a mouthful of cock head inside. Light glistened off the thick white/clear sheen of cum and spit lubricating her throat opening pillar of dick.
Hermione was still orally undulating deep within her lover's backside, stretching and straining the fleshy tunnel even as it embraced it's orgasm-inducing invader tightly in appreciation. The woman within whom the student's tongue did it's dance, drooled and moaned over a pair of large turgid balls, her empty cunt clenched and unclenched disappointedly while streams of fluid flowed down her legs and soaked her shoes.
Auror Tonks didn't revel in her achievement the way she had when her cumslit was sending (relatively speaking) tiny spurts directly into her stomach, instead she immediately began descending, gagging for a second as the end of her cock hit the entrance to her esophagus, but she kept going, forcing herself all the way back down, faster this time, until she had her full length once again engulfed in her throat's tight hot grip. The tip of her nose barely grazed her bloated sack before she was coming back up, she was quicker on the upstroke this time, in less than five seconds she was feeding her massive dick back into her mouth, three seconds later she bottomed out and started rising again.
As Tonks settled into a rhythm Belle was all but lost to the pleasure of Hermione's rump raider's rigorous and rhythmic writhing rearranging her rear. Each roll and jerk of the organ inside her pushed her right to the edge and it was all she could do to resist going over. She was so close, but she wasn't going to cum until Tonks was swallowing down hot spunk… or rather blasting it uncontrollably into her stomach. In one last moment of coherent thought she pushed her fingers all the way into Tonks' arse and probed around until she found a hard ball of tissue at the base of the metamorph's cock, with a lust-fueled grin she started massaging it.
Now that she was finally working her shaft properly Tonks was making up for lost time, once she'd caught her breath, (somehow, cheater) her pace increased dramatically. She wasn't exactly taking it slow before, but now her lips went from the base of her tool to the ridge formed by it's head and back again in a squelching blur of sloppy autofellatio, the cum spewing from her dick had gone straight into her stomach, creating a noticeable roundness just below her ribs in contrast to her otherwise toned body.
She can't last much longer, Anabelle thought, struggling to hold on herself, the pleasure of Hermione's slab of muscle squirming around inside her arse was nearly unbearable, she struggled to focus on anything other than the way it swirled and slid and scraped against nerves that most people would never even know about, her fingers pumped and ground into Tonks' prostate on autopilot as she prayed for Tonks to just fucking cum already.
Then, finally, it happened.
Tonks lifted her head back up and, with her lips encircling the ridge of her cockhead, paused for just a moment, before she pushed her face all the way down until her nose was mashed into the straining flesh of her sack, at the same moment Belle's own orgasm finally battered through her failing resistance.
Hot clear cunt juice spurted from her snatch straight into the hollow between Hermione's collar bones and splattered down her shirt, soaking the girl to the skin as the mind numbing pleasure forced a long moan from her throat, muffled by the presence of the orange sized testicle still pressed to her weakly suckling lips. The deluge of spunk that shot from Tonks' cock was hidden from view, buried so deep in her own throat her seed flowed almost unimpeded through her stomach into her small intestine, each semen shot stretched her cumvein as it pushed its way through her dick creating a bulge that moved down her throat in a filthy parody of swallowing.
It was inevitable, between the sheer amount of goo she'd already swallowed and the amount she was absolutely flooding herself with, that Tonks' slight but noticeably bloated belly would grow large enough to squish against her chin, soon after, her rapidly filling gut began forcing her spine to straighten and her mouth began slipping back off of her tool. In almost no time at all her stomach was so full of splooge each bulge of her throat translated into a squirt of hot white jizz spurting out of Tonks' anus into Bathsheda's palm. Hermione stared at the magical police officer through her glasses, how the hell did she make that much cum that fast? And what do I have to do to get it in my bum?
Eventually her belly forced Tonks too far off her cock and it popped free of her lips, she fell back, utterly spent, flopping bonelessly onto the table, her spit-slicked half-hard tool weakly spat a few last blobs up onto her belly, coating her outside in reproductive juices in a petty rendition of what it had done to her insides. Her legs dangled limply and a thick white stream of her liquid lunch oozed languidly from her gently abused backside and down Bathsheda's wrist. With a satisfied sigh she laid her hands on the swell of her spunk stuffed belly, the swell of it rising above her generous C cups, and closed her eyes with a satisfied sigh.
Bathsheda's orgasmic convulsions began slowing when Tonks' head popped free of her blissfully exhausted lips, Hermione's tongue began the long arduous trek back out of the arsehole it was buried in and Belle was thankful, she was much too tired to cum again and the girl herself was far too riled up to focus on making her. By the time she felt Hermione's tongue slip free of her guts Belle was half convinced the girl had been trying to have a tongue wrestle with how far she'd shoved it in.
GOKKUN SCENE STARTS HERE
Bathsheda withdrew her hand, wiggling her fingers against the firm bump of Dora's prostate as she did, a thick curtain of spunk drooled out of her oldest friend's now vacant hole as it twitched weakly. Tonks really outdid herself this time… or maybe she just overfilled herself, either way it would be a shame to let so much of her mouth-wateringly delicious seed be wasted on the floor. She cast a cleaning charm on the floor focusing hard on dirt rather than sperm, eventually someone was going to be mopping up the slimy mess with their tongue and she wasn't about to let the experience be ruined by sand and grit.
It didn't take her long to make up an excuse to conjure a pair of wine glasses, she said, "Well Hermione, I think a little celebration is in order,"
The clinking of glasses roused the nympho on the table, who weakly hoisted herself up onto her elbows to watch the scene unfold. Hermione had finally gotten enough of her tongue back in her mouth to respond with a slurred and confused, "Why?"
"You have a new, girlfriend approved, fuckbuddy! So we're going to share a glass of my favorite drink," She wrapped her fingers as far as she could around the fat, half-limp pole and gave it a few lazy strokes, "It might take a few minutes to beat out another helping," Tonks felt her anticipation grow, Liar, I can cum whenever I want and you know it, but if you're going where I think you are… "but it'll be worth the wait."
Hermione licked her lips as her eyes tracked Belle's hand up and down the bulk of Tonks' meat, just before Belle reached the tip again Tonks let a large dollop of white seed trickle from the tip of her cock and she watched as Hermione focused in on that blob of cum with an almost desperate hungry expression like a woman lost in the desert finding an oasis. The brunette followed it over her professor's knuckles, down the full length of Tonks' cock and over her rapidly refilling balls, her eyes stopped when the thick glob merged into the steady stream of semen drooling from her arsehole. Hermione's eyes widened, she started unconsciously rubbing her thighs together and she swallowed harshly.
Judging from the way Belle was biting her lip and smirking, she'd also been watching Hermione's face the whole time, and the girl was so lost in her jizz fetish she'd fallen for Belle's plan without so much as a hint of suspicion. Professor Babbling cleared her throat, Hermione didn't even try to look away, so with a light laugh she asked, "So what do you say?"
Hermione swallowed, she could almost taste the thick white mess pooling on the floor, her mouth watered from how badly she wanted to feel it slide down her throat. Her voice was hoarse when she said, "W-well I don't know, she already came so much and it's-" gushing out her arsehole, she thought with a heavy swallow, "going to spill all over the floor, that seems like a waste don't you think?"
Belle's smirk widened, "I don't know Hermione, are you sure you want to drink spunk that drooled out of someone's arsehole? Especially considering how far it had to go to get there, I mean Tonks came in her own mouth, it had to go all the way down her throat, through her stomach, into her-"
With every word Hermione shook a bit more, halfway through she was rubbing her thighs together so hard Tonks was sure she was about to squirt all over the floor, by the time Hermione interrupted she was panting with need, "NO! No! I mean, yes, it's fine. I'm sure it'll taste fi-"
This time Bell interrupted her, "It's OK, Hermione you can be honest, it's just us here, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Just tell me what you want."
A shiver ran down Hermione's spine, Belle always wanted her to say it out loud, anything from that first time she'd asked for an anal pounding all the way to asking Belle to leave the tip of her cock in her mouth so she could taste her cum before she swallowed it, she always tried to get her to ask in the bluntest filthiest way possible, so this time she would do it without any more coaxing. She pulled her eyes away from the stream of white ambrosia making a pool on the tile and said, "I want to drink the cum from Tonks' arsehole." she licked her lips hungrily and let herself pant, "Every last drop, I want to be fat with her cum by the time I'm done."
Belle threw her head back with a loud groan that made it sound like she was cumming all over again, she said, "Merlin I love it when you do that."
She met Hermione's eye with a look so full of lust it almost mirrored the way Hermione was feeling, but where Hermione felt raw animalistic need, Belle was calmer, more controlled. She dismissed the wine glasses with a casual flick of her wrist and picked up her wand, with a slightly more complex motion she conjured a goblet on the floor beneath the alabaster tap of Tonks' anus, though most would have would have used words like basin or tub rather than goblet. Hermione could tell from a glance that the mouth of it was nearly as long as her arm from fingertip to elbow and it was deep, she was sure if she put her hand inside she'd get at least halfway to her shoulder before touching the bottom.
Belle stared into Hermione's eyes, her eyes half closed, when she spoke her voice came out rough, "This big enough for you?"
Hermione imagined the cup filled to the rim with an enormous steaming load, or better yet, a third one, and her breathing became even more shallow, the thick messy goo overflowing slightly and dribbling down the side, the taste of it on her tongue, the feel of it sliding between her lips and swishing around in her mouth and the near orgasmic sensation of swallowing it… she was so lost in her imagination she barely managed enough awareness to nod.
"Good," Belle purred, she pushed it a little further under the thick stream drooling from Tonks' arse, "Now get over here, so you can watch it fill up."
She didn't need to be told twice.
She scrambled over on her hands and knees, not even considering standing and walking, she needed her face as close as possible to the ambrosia flowing from Tonks' back door. Her hands and knees slipped in the puddle of semen on the floor and she ran into the container, her head went through the alabaster cascade, soaking a thick line through her hair down to the scalp and making a mess across the back of her white school shirt, a shiver followed the hot line down her spine and she nearly knocked the goblet over as she convulsed in pleasure. Her centre burned, she was hovering so close to the edge she felt as if a slight breeze beneath her skirt would send her snatch spasming, ejecting every drop of magically enhanced fluid her body could produce to mingle with the semen puddle she was smearing across the flagstones.
Reluctantly she pulled herself out of the accidental slime shower and wrapped herself around the goblet, her legs encircled the stem, her arse hit the floor with a clack of her steel plug on the stone, it was warm, slick and so hard against her cheeks as she sat down, her panting breath hitched as her cunt lips dipped into the warm puddle, allowing real human sperm to interact with the magically generated horse cum soaking the knickers stuffed between them. The thought of what could happen if those fertile little wiggling cells were soaking her knickers instead pushed a moan from her deep in her chest. She leaned forward and felt the warmth of the ivory stream on her face, the smell of it filled her sinuses, she wanted to taste it, she wanted to feel it on her skin, she wanted to immerse herself in it.
A finger in the centre of her forehead broke her from her trance, stopping her head just far enough to keep her from getting a mouthful and Belle's voice was gentle but firm, "Patience Hermione."
She whimpered and angled her face, pursing her lips in an effort to get the smallest taste of the white cream, she needed it, so badly. She pushed forward against the force holding her back and was rewarded with a warmth blooming down her chin and trailing along the underside of her jaw and down her throat. It's heat soaked into her skin but it wasn't enough, it wouldn't be enough until all of that viscous white miracle was flowing down the inside of her throat instead.
"Well if you're not going to listen then I'll just have to make you do as you're told." The finger on her forehead suddenly became a hand pulling her away, at the same time Hermione felt a body press against her back, slipping on Tonks' seed and staining their clothes with it. A finger pressed into the hollow between her collarbones and slid up her neck, clearing away some of the slick heat oozing down it, the finger kept going past her chin until the thickly coated digit hovered just in front of her eye, thick clumpy blobs of seed drooled down it's length, her eyes followed the chunky stream as it flowed down the hand to the fingertip, coalescing into one fat glob before the weight drew it down into a corpulent white teardrop.
She tried to move her face, to position herself to catch the ball of liquid genetic material in her mouth when it fell, but the hand gripping her head firmly kept her back, she could only watch her prize fall, only feel it's heat splatter onto her cheek, smell it's scent so close to her nose. She whimpered.
"Oops, how clumsy of me," Belle said, as she drew the finger away, "but maybe if you were good it might not have missed your mouth, and, maybe if you're good from now on, you won't have to sit here paralyzed while I help myself to your reward."
The lust-crazed animal that had replaced her brain paused as it tried to parse the meaning of the threat. No… cum? But it was hers! Belle gave it to her! She couldn't just change her mind now! But… she hadn't held back on any of her threats so far...
A sound filled Hermione's ears, when she registered what it was her entire focus shifted to it, she became hyper aware of every nuance of the sound in her ear, the sound of someone slurping on a thin rod, like a finger covered in spunk, mingled with a pleasure filled hum. Deep, husky and so unmistakably femenine, every little sound pushing all her buttons and setting her heart racing while her arse clenched spastically in anticipation of a brutal stuffing. The finger reappeared, slick and shiny with saliva rather than the white gold of her reward. Belle's orgasmic voice filled her ears once more, "Are we clear?"
Hermione's eyes darted down to the slowly filling vessel she'd wrapped herself around and tracked the thick stream that fed it, all the way up to the 'there's-a-baby-elephant-in-my-womb' swell of Tonks' belly. Hermione licked her lips, the smell of seed hung in the air so thickly she could almost taste it. If she could hold on until Belle told her she could drink… Her eyes tracked the slow up and down of Tonks' turgid belly as she breathed and then fell down to the stream of white oozing from her back door.
She hummed affirmatively, it came out like a whine.
Belle whispered, her breath ragged against the shell of Hermione's ear, "Use your words."
Hermione gasped out desperately, "Yes! I'll be good! Please!"
Hermione felt the Professor press an open mouthed kiss to her cum warmed cheek, the sensation of a tongue rubbing and swirling against her flesh, the hum of pleasure rumbling up Belle's throat as she sucked and pulled away. Belle swallowed loudly next to her ear and whispered, "Good girl."
The hand restraining her head went away and she immediately leaned a little closer to watch the goblet fill, it was a little over halfway to the top now, she fidgeted in anticipation, desperate to lean closer and let the stream fill her mouth but fully aware that Belle would do exactly as she threatened.
An intense burning need centred on her virgin twat pulsed in time with her heartbeat, it sent a tiny jolt through her body with every startlingly-close-together thump, if the need got any stronger she was going to add to the mess all over the floor.
Watching as the enormous goblet filled with Tonks' thick slime Hermione couldn't have hidden her perverse excitement if she wanted to, she arched her back to squash her tiny tits harder against the wet warmth of the metal and relished the heat of it against her nipples. She savoured the knowledge of its contents nearly as much as she expected to savour feeling every last wiggling little cell glide over her tongue and sliding down her throat as she swallowed them down.
Cum. Jizz. Seed. Baby Batter. Spunk. All the words and euphemisms she knew for it ran through her head as she gazed longingly into that hot and thick, and so incredibly virile slime. It came all the way from Tonks' fat nuts and shot through the length of her dick, straight into her stomach before finally overflowing into her intestines and getting pushed all the way through them and out her arsehole…
Hermione stared down into the messy white liquid threatening to overflow from the disproportionately large goblet caricature, she could feel herself salivating and she licked her lips, careful not to dip her tongue into her meal before she was ready. She inhaled slowly, deeply, letting the intense musky odour of cum fill her nose. She shuddered, hopelessly lost in blissfully perverted anticipation, she was about to do the dirtiest thing she could possibly imagine and she wanted to revel in it.
She barely registered as Belle whispered in her ear, "It looks like your goblet is full."
Permission. This was it, now she could start consuming all the seed she could ever wish for. She prepared to tip the goblet forward and suck in her first mouthful while resisting the urge to hook her heels around the stem of the goblet and grind her soaked cunt into the thick pillar serving as the it's stem, instead she pushed her body away, arse cheeks sliding through the slick cum puddle warming the flagstones, so it wouldn't overbalance and knock her over when she started to drink. It would be a terrible waste after all if all that spunk were to spill over, drenching her from head to toe, staining her uniform… and making a mess of her hair… leaving her soaked to the skin, saturated in hot spunk… maybe there would be so much that some would get inside her pussy and-
No. No, the only one who gets to plaster my baby chute in jizz is Belle. Annabelle couldn't have been aware of that sudden commitment but that didn't make it any less real, so while she had to cut that fantasy short that meant she could focus on what was really important right now.
Seeing if she could fit the Hagrid sized load of baby batter from Tonks' arsehole into her shot glass sized stomach.
With a final lick of her lips she tipped the goblet back and the pungent slime started flowing into her mouth. The moment when Tonks' semen touched her tongue Hermione's mind went blank and her cunt clenched, as she rolled it around in her mouth her gut followed, when she swallowed, it was all she could do to remain upright and not double over in rapture as her filthy pleasure totally overwhelmed her, it was too much, her entire body shook and her eyes rolled back, her virgin fuck hole violently ejaculated cunt juice onto the flagstones between her knees. She kept the heavy container upright, somehow, as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her, even through that her mind was so clouded with lust the only thought on her mind was a desperate animalistic need to fill her mouth again and again. Completely lost to her sinful desires she swallowed and swallowed, mouthful after mouthful as the heavy liquid oozed from her cup, seeping into every tiny corner of her mouth only to be sent down her throat and replaced with more hot nut slime. The fulfillment of her mindless desire for more left a void just large enough for a single semi-conscious thought, Don't Spill. It repeated over and over and over in a desperate chant that only heightened her desire to stuff herself with seed. The two words rang inside her skull like a gong, each time she swallowed, each time her body shook with orgasmic pleasure, with every mouthful of steaming dick juice she sent to her tummy the words repeated. Don't. Spill.
The cycle would have continued until the massive container was empty. When the last slimy blobs dribbled down her chin it, would have left her dazedly wondering why her spit suddenly didn't taste right, left her shaking, with cum smeared across her cheeks and into her underdeveloped chest, looking adorably confused, staring into the massive goblet as the last dregs of baby batter flowed sluggishly into the bottom, pooling together to form one last mouthful, all the while kneeling in a pool of her own heated lust that only provided further testament to her love of spunk.
But instead, she ran out of air and needed to breathe.
With a cough and a gasp she lurched forward, precious seed that she'd been halfway through swallowing splattered down the front of her uniform shirt, without hesitation she pushed the half empty vessel away and brought the cum-stained section of garment to her mouth and sucked and licked, desperately trying to get the life making slime back. She was breathing hard when the taste was finally too diluted to be worth continuing and she stopped. With an incredible sense of disappointment she realized she'd never be able to get all of it, the feeling intensified when she looked down into the cup and realized it was half empty…
She pulled the goblet back again and, slowly, reverently brought it to her lips for the second time. As the overwhelming taste of Tonks' cum filled her mouth once more she became aware of another sensation, a tightness in her belly. Not the 'I'm going to expand the pool of girlcum between my knees again' tightness, that was a touch lower, - and never really stopped in the first place, - no, this was much more like 'I've eaten twice as much as I should have and should definitely not eat more.'
She pulled one hand away from the goblet and ran it across her upper belly near her stomach and felt a deep satisfaction when her hand cupped a firm roundness that was sticking out significantly more than the A cups a bit further north. It was a damn good start, but it left her with a minor dilemma. She wanted her tummy so stuffed with nut butter it hung low enough to rest on her thighs, but gorging herself like that was going to be a bit difficult if she had to deal with the annoying sensation of being too full.
Since she couldn't cast a spell and guzzle jizz at the same time she had two options, one, stop packing her protesting stomach with Tonks' swimmers for a moment and get her wand or two, ask for help. The first was intolerable, the seed she was swallowing made a very long trip to get into that goblet and she was not going to let anything stop her from savouring every last slimy drop, the second was impossible… seeing as her mouth was full and was only going to be empty long enough to suck up another mouthful of reasons for her stomach to protest.
Time to improvise, then.
Hermione made a sound in her throat and waved her hand in front of the mirror floating near her head, when she was sure she had their attention she rubbed at her freshly rounded belly and made a distressed noise, hoping the message was clear.
Professor Babbling raised one eyebrow in curiosity and walked over to the kneeling cum thirsty slag, and quickly ran her wand over Hermione's belly and paused. She tilted her head from side to side in thought, after a few seconds she brought her wand back up and started casting. Hermione immediately felt the tension in her belly begin fading, and she sighed in relief, unfortunately since her mouth was full of jizz and more was pouring in from the goblet trying to fill space that wasn't available, this merely sent several globs of white cascading out the corners of her mouth, down her cheeks, and onto her shoulders where it drooled slowly onto her itty bitty tities, making an even bigger mess of her already cumstained shirt.
Hermione was too relieved to notice, however she did notice when she felt her belly begin to press into her uniform shirt, this time when she brought her hand down to cop a feel she felt a much more substantial roundness, drawing a satisfied moan from her throat. Instead of questioning it she just popped the lower buttons on her shirt. She swallowed another mouthful and delighted in the pleasurable straining feeling in her belly growing ever so slightly more intense.
Her cunt quivered and gushed with each mouthful, but she was only partly aware of it, it wasn't what mattered right now. That honor belonged to the feeling of seed filling and stretching her stomach intestines. A particularly harsh, almost attention grabbing, spasm from her snatch caused a vague thought to flit through her mind, that there was somewhere not filled with that amazing goo, but that was silly, she was so full of splooge half her body weight right now was DNA that wasn't hers, but still… she felt like she could be even more full if she… did something? No, if she let someone… She swallowed another mouthful of piping hot, fresh from the slut's butt, nut butter and the thought sank back as her tummy stretched a bit more.
She licked her lips, transferring the thick creamy coating on her tongue around her mouth for it to slowly ooze down her face, she didn't notice. The only sensation her overtaxed brain had room for was her stomach's excessive turgidity, it was nice. She was tired and it was getting hard to think. But she was comfy and happy, and her tummy was full and warm… a nap sounded great.
Her fingers slipped from the goblet's rim, it tipped back, settling back to level a moment later, and she slumped to the floor with a blissful dazed smile, her hands absently rubbing her distended belly.
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