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That loud squeals and moans filling the private living room of the Potter family home were coming from the lady of the house's mouth would have been surprising at first to an observer, given that Lily Potter was stretched out on the sofa, and though she was taking a hard dicking up her tight little ass from her husband, her appreciation of her buttfucking was distinctly muffled by the fact that her throat was bulging with her son's cock. Harry was reclining against the arm of the sofa, one hand grasping his mother's hair, gently but firmly holding her in place, her crimson lips wrapped around the root of his cock as she choked helplessly around the throbbing shaft buried to the hilt in her throat.
No, the sounds of Lily's loud appreciation of a good reaming was coming from the enchanted television, which was playing one of the good dozen or more pornos she'd filmed with her son while on holiday. The screen was filled with the image of her, flesh glistening with sweat and her pierced tits heaving, riding Harry's cock with joyful abandon, her arse slapping against his thighs as she bounced on him, her once-tight asshole stretched wide around his prick, a foot of fat, hard cockmeat that she was impaling herself on. Even better, it was the film where she'd persuaded both Lola, the studio assistant, and Alexis, the director, to join her in front of the camera, with the cute assistant's mouth glued to Harry's bollocks, worshipping them with her lips and tongue in anticipation of the anal creampie that Lily was soon to receive.
The director, on the other hand, was wrapped, almost serpent-like, around her, head resting on her shoulder and with Lily's arm sandwiched between her breasts, reaching around the anally-impaled redhead to play with the gleaming rings threaded through her pierced nipples, kissing her bared neck as she did so. The utter filthiness of the whole scene, with Lily on-screen getting her ass stuffed by her son, even while two other women joined them, not to mention that it had been filmed and published, had put the two men watching the film with her in such a mood that before long, the flesh-and-blood Lily, there in the living room, had found herself confronted by two hard, throbbing dicks.
She couldn't let the opportunity pass, and got onto her knees on the sofa, leaning across Harry's lap, briefly slurping down his manhood until it was coated in her saliva, before wrapping her tits around his shaft, allowing her to lean past him, taking her husband's cock into her mouth, greedily swallowing James's dick. It meant nobody was deprived of pleasure, even if it was her husband who got to claim the right to fuck her mouth, Harry still had his mother's fat, pierced tits sandwiching his shaft, coating her cleavage in a sloppy, glistening mess of saliva and pre-cum.
The porno hadn't actually reached the point of the buttfucking Lily had received at the hands and cock of her son when the fresh round of debauchery broke out. On screen, she was laid back on the 'casting couch', ironically, with her fat tits engulfing Harry's cock, but with her face buried in Lola's ass. The girl who she had, by this time, already hired as her new PA, was using her face as nothing more than a living sybian, her arms around Harry's neck and their lips locked while Lily titfucked her son and ate out her new assistant's ass, her tongue buried in the girl's asshole, certain that she could taste Harry's seed.
It was only when the director came on screen in a shift of positions that saw Lily face-down between her legs, her ass up in the air, Lola's head resting on her new employer's ass, allowing her to spit on Lily's asshole and swallow Harry's cock, lubing it up for what was to come, that in the living room, James manhandled his wife into a similar position, one that allowed him to bring his cock, dripping with her saliva, to bear on her tight, puckered little asshole. Almost in chorus, the Lily on screen and the Lily in the room with them moaned in pleasure and pain as they were simultaneously penetrated by wrist-thick cocks, stretching their tight asses to an obscene degree.
The difference was that, on-screen, Lily had her face buried in another woman's soaked cunt, whereas the real Lily found herself with Harry's fat, hard cock riding against her face, his hips bucking as he used her features as a cumrag to jack off with. She loved the utter disregard with which her son treated her, a mixture of drool, whimpers and barely-coherent praise for her men's dicks spilling from her lips as Harry literally fucked her face until finally, he grew tired of her decreasingly lucid ravings and took advantage of them to bury his cock in her mouth. It was the mouth that had praised him and comforted him as a child, whispered words of support and once commanded authority over him, now reduced to a cocksleeve, Lily's tongue swirling around his shaft as he fucked her mouth until she gagged helplessly, finally forcing her to swallow around him.
With a wet Gluhrkh! Lily suddenly found herself orally impaled, her nose buried in her son's sparse pubes, her lips wrapped around the root of his cock, and all she could do was desperately choke and swallow around him, all while being ruthlessly fucked in the arse by her husband. When she tried to draw back, Harry's firm grasp on her crimson locks kept her in place, leaving her able only to look up at him with watering eyes, the same green eyes gazing down at her, dark with lust as she stuck her tongue out around his cock, coating his balls with her saliva as she worshipped her son's manhood.
Both flesh-and-blood Lily and her on-screen counterpart, however, were sharing one thing; they were both receiving a hard screwing in their tight arses by a big, fat slab of Potter cock, and, as on-screen Harry began to lay into his fuckslut mother's ass with sharp smacks every other thrust into her ass, so too did James, reddening his unfaithful incestuous wife's arse. Each spank elicited a cry from Lily, muffled by her son's cock. She was certain she'd ascended into heaven, still able to see her on-screen defilement out of the corner of her eye as she was assfucked and spanked, her guts bulging with cock and her throat no better. Even her pain existed only for her men's pleasure as she instinctively clenched around the intruder gaping her ass.
The only way it could be improved in her opinion… it suddenly did.
Harry wrapped his free hand around the cock-bulge in her throat, holding her in place with his other hand as he gripped her neck in an iron grasp, cutting off any hope of another breath while his hand was in place. With that leverage, he began thrusting a few inches back and forth, never pulling his dick from her throat, just using it as a cocksleeve while James pinned her arms behind her back, the two men ruthlessly spitroasting the helpless, gagging and choking redhead slut between them.
Lily couldn't even watch her on-screen debauchery any more – now up to the point where she was being passed around between Harry and the two American girls, who were running a train on her well-fucked gaping ass with dildos and his cock, going from fucking her arse to making her clean them off ready for a fresh round. Her whole world was centred on the two real cocks using her as a piece of fuckmeat, her ass stuffed full of James's hard, throbbing dick and her throat so full of her son's cock that it bulged, choking and being choked.
On the very edge of unconsciousness, stars bursting in her eyes and the edge of her vision darkening, Lily's climax overwhelmed her, fire racing up her loins as she came, choking and whimpering. Her whole body was undulating as she squirted over the now-ruined sofa, her oxygen-starved orgasm ripped from her body heat bloomed on her ass with every strike of her husband's hand, each fresh spank coming between the slapping of his hips on her ass as he fucked her arse. It was only as she rode out her asphyxiated analgasm, did Harry allow her up to breathe, but even as she came up, light-headed and gasping, breathing was the last thing on Lily's mind.
She dived down, uncaring of the dripping mess on her son's bollocks as they draped themselves over her face, blinding her, and reached out with her tongue, tracing his taint down until she felt his ass under her tongue. Harry's grunt of surprise and pleasure gave Lily some satisfaction as she pulled back a little, just enough to blow on the cooling spit coating her son's ass, then flicked her tongue back and forth over his hole, before gently pressing forward, the slick muscle of her tongue engulfed by his arse.
It only lasted a few moments as, seconds later, James slid out of her gapefucked arse, and at the same moment, Harry jerked her up by her hair, almost throwing her off the sofa onto her knees as he rolled to his feet. The sudden movement left Lily's head spinning, but not enough to stop her reaching up and grasping her men's dicks, frantically jacking them off as she brought them both to her mouth, swallowing them in turn, only relenting when she gagged on them, and even then, only after she'd done so repeatedly.
Before she could do more than widen her eyes, both her husband and her son erupted within a fraction of a second, and not just them, but the Harry on screen hilted in his Lily's ass, with two mouths around his balls. As her counterpart on screen was treated to an anal creampie of sufficient volume that she'd been able to feel it swilling around her arse for the rest of the day – after she'd returned her anal plug to its proper place – Lily, the real one kneeling on the carpet, staring down two hard, dripping cocks, one freshly pulled from her gaping asshole, was treated to a double facial.
Her men had always been potent, but the eruption of hot, thick jizz was positively volcanic, ropes of cum splashing across her face, soaking her features in so much seed that by the time they were finished, she was positively unrecognisable. Every spurt from their cocks produced a rope of spunk bigger than most people's entire load, and Lily was the cum-addicted recipient of the resulting plastering, her face coated with not one, but two loads of sticky seed, a thick glaze that painted her skin with the evidence that she was the bitch of two superior men, the double facial cumshot a trophy to celebrate that they had chosen her as their fuckslut.
Lily had every intention, once the torrent of jizz subsided, that she would get one of them to photo the mess they'd made of her face, a photo that she could frame for their collection, even if she was already working on developing a means of producing a muggle film from a magical pensieve memory. At least, she hoped she'd manage to complete the project before her boys succeeded in literally fucking her stupid.
It was something that could wait until she had finished cleaning off her men's cocks, swallowing down every drop of cum, lube and saliva that still stuck to their shafts, and – she reckoned, possibly enjoy another round. There were plenty more pornos starring 'Lilith Scarlett'.
"Fuck, my arse." she groaned, shifting a little as her ass burned where she'd been resting it on her heels. "You did a pretty good number on it." she added, looking up at James while flicking her tongue around his messy cockhead, happily going ass-to-mouth with her husband's dick.
"You can complain when we decide to treat you to double anal." Harry chuckled, directing her back to his cock.
That was when a long, low moan greeted them from the doorway, the door being just ajar. With a flick of his hand, James summoned the door handle, careful not to use enough magic to rip it from the door, or the door from its hinges, but enough to make it swing open. However, to everyone's surprise, it was not Lily's PA outside, but, with her blouse half undone and her prodigious tits hanging out, and a hand buried under her skirt, three sets of eyes fell on the form of James's boss, aunt and adoptive mother of Harry's childhood friend Susan, the redoubtable head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones.
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