Hermione and Harry strode over.
"W-wait..! D-don't..!" Minerva suddenly sounded timid, losing all her composure and authority as two naked, sweaty students approached, flaunting their genitals without a speck of decency.
"Hehe, what's the fuss, Professor..? It's not like Harry cares~ He loves how slutty we Witches are~ You don't mind us naughty girls flicking the bean in the dorms, so what's wrong with having a little fun here..?"
"T-that is entirely different!" Minerva insisted, "Just because I allow you certain privileges in privacy does not mean you can involve wizards! You should know the rules, Miss Granger!"
Hermione's smile deepened as she rubbed her palm against Harry's fat length, "Oh, don't be so stiff. Harry's different. He loves dirty girls... and sexy Witches. Heheh, even older ladies..."
Minerva shivered under the gaze Hermione was sending her, then glanced at Harry, "..!" Her heart suddenly hammered in her chest. She felt her body tingle under the intense, scrutinising gaze of the virile man eyeing her figure.
Then, before she could stop them, they were upon her. Minerva trembled, with Harry's muscular, buff figure on her left. At the same time, Hermione's soft, cushiony breasts and curvy hips flanked her right.
"A-an old woman like me..!"
"Old..? Hahah, 'Older' maybe, but you're certainly not old, Professor..." Harry chuckled in her ear, making her tingle, "You're mature... Sexy... A curvy, ravishing MILF..!"
Minerva sucked in a sharp breath. She was usually a woman who wouldn't even blink at compliments, yet this time she was deeply affected. A woman who had given up on finding a potential mate was now in the arms of a young and handsome, well-built and virile wizard, whose magical talent was thrumming in the air, caressing her shapely figure with an intimacy that left her breathless.
"M-mister Potter..!" She gasped weakly, looking over her shoulder.
Harry gave a throaty chuckle that made her spine tingle, "Come on now, Professor. Why don't you sit down for a while? It's freezing out there, but it's nice and warm in here. You must be feeling hot in that thick coat."
At the same time, his hands slid up her hips, along the curve of her outlandish hourglass. He stopped teasingly, just beneath the great swell of her bosom, and took a glance at Hermione. She was leering at McGonagall's body just as hard as he was.
He grinned, "Go on, love."
Hermione eagerly pulled out her own wand and gave it a whirl.
Pop~!
The top button of McGonagall's figure-hiding winter coat burst free, followed by the second and the third. Then it seemed to peel itself off her incredible figure with a mind of its own... unveiling the true scope of what a figure it was!
Her breasts seemed to burst out of that tightly-fitted coat; their actual size, once disguised by a clever spell, was now revealed in all its glory. The voluptuous breasts of the strict Professor were still tucked away within a blouse. Still, as they bounced free from their constraining spell, Harry was treated to a delightful spectacle.
Minerva wore a deep green blouse beneath. But unlike her coat, which she had no intention to remove, this garment was far more immodest. It boasted a shockingly deep neckline that, peering over her shoulder, treated Harry to the sight of her great swath of soft, ivory cleavage snugly squeezed together for warmth.
'Lord...' Harry softly groaned when he saw his first peek at Minerva's rack, 'She wouldn't lose out to Narcissa or Molly in size... Dear Merlin, do Witches' bodies always just get sexier with age?
He was glad to be born a man. These bombshell MILFs all seemed to have tits that only got bigger with age... Yet the pure magic in their bodies kept their skin smooth and tight, leaving those heavy, full breasts shapely.
To further enhance the glorious crack of expansive cleavage, his eyes spied a little slice of black lace peeking up from her neckline. It left his mind to wander with lust, picturing just how sexy the lingerie beneath would be.
"Oh my... Mmm..." Hermione was breathless at the sight, just as he was, and drank in the sight of Minerva's chest with excitement, "Do it, Harry..!"
He shared a conspiring grin with her, right as Minerva attempted to squirm out of his arms.
Womanly softness filled his fingers.
"Ah..!" Minerva let out her first inappropriate noise of the evening as Harry's strong hands seized her ample bosom.
He let out a breath of utter satisfaction as he dug his fingers into the massive breasts that stretched out her under blouse. Even with the heavy-duty bra beneath the thin silk of her blouse, those full tits still felt incredible to grab and squeeze. The beautiful thing about a big-chested Transfiguration Mistress's bra was how she could get away with enchanting it. Unlike muggle materials, lined with rigid material or wires, hers felt like nothing but lace, letting magic provide all the support... and thus doing little to dull the sensations of squeezing her soft, squishy bosom with his firm hands.
"What a pair of tits..!" Harry muttered in pure lust, right in Minerva's ear.
"N-no..!" She protested weakly, but was frozen in his arms. She was looking down in a stupor, cheeks flushed as her own student groped the hell out of her oversized chest. Every meaningful touch on her sensitive mammaries felt like magic.
Harry didn't allow her a chance to recover. Knowing Minerva's no-nonsense attitude, he knew she would be a challenge. But fortunately for him, the utterly obscene aftermath of their night-long sex party she stumbled into had dealt a significant blow already. She was already shaken, so he seized the opportunity to apply some pressure!
"M-Mister Potter..!" Minerva gasped, and to her folly, opened her mouth to reproach him, "Mmpphh?!"
'Yeeess..!' Harry inwardly roared with victory as he stole a precious kiss from the full, delectable lips of Hogwarts' most esteemed Professor. Minerva, as a self-respecting Witch, took great care in appearances. Her makeup was always immaculate, and her full lips were enticing. He took great pleasure in his first taste of them.
Minerva gave a muted moan, unsure of how to react as he pushed his tongue into her mouth without any warning. At the same time, his rough hands were still aggressively groping her fat tits, and she could feel that thick and massive erection pushing against her shapely rear.
'H-his tongue..!' Her mind thought in a panic as his domineering kiss overwhelmed her, 'M-My own student is kissing me..! Dear heavens..! How did it come to this?
If she were in a clear mind, away from all the sexual stimuli that filled her Witch's mind with such powerful desires and compulsions, Minerva would have been aghast at this development. Here she was, in the arms of a man much younger than her, her own student, with his tongue treating hers like his personal plaything!
But alas, for all her propriety and status as the future Headmistress... Minerva was also simply a Witch at her core.
"Mwuah~" Her lips smacked wetly in their intense kiss, and it was no longer clear whether such a sound came from Harry's aggressive affection... or she had already given in.
Minerva's mind was a mess, 'Mister Potter..! H-Harry is kissing me..! T-this is wrong..! I know it is..! But why does it feel so good..?'
"Mm, fuck you're so sexy..." Harry growled in between their messy, passionate kisses, looking into her glazed cat eyes. He didn't let her get in a word before he sealed her lips again, stuffing her mouth full of tongue in a truly 'immodest' kiss, "...these delicious lips... Even better than I imagined..."
"Mn..!" Minerva trembled, feeling hot and tingly at the thought of her handsome, amorous pupil harbouring thoughts of desire and attraction toward her. A woman who was 'beyond her years'. Just feeling his hands grab so firmly to her buxom breasts, as his lips devoured hers with a fiery passion, made her go faint. Her legs trembled.
She felt young again. Desired.
...And that feeling soaring in her chest was followed by a much stronger desire, centred in her loins.
"...So hot..." To the side, Hermione had found a cushioned seat to rest in, her legs still wobbly from hours of hip-slapping sex. Still, she didn't hesitate to open her legs and lick her fingers, playfully slipping them down to her hot, horny cunt to pet herself while she watched the show. Even after so much sex, her switch was flipped so easily.
Harry didn't miss this. He finally released the Professor's delicious lips. As he stared into her glassy, overwhelmed eyes, he chuckled, 'Ooh, what a sexy look..! Who knew Professor McGonagall could wear such an expression..! It makes me want to just rip that blouse off and..!'
His hands had already fallen back to her broad hips, gently rubbing them. His swollen cock pushed against her covered rear, eager to sink into those fertile hips. At the same time, he brought his lips to her cheek, her neck and collarbone, murmuring with desire in her ear.
"Why are you so tense, Professor..? We're only having a bit of fun... Why don't you come sit down with us?"
"Ahn..! M-Mister Potter..!" She tried to keep a tightness to her tone, but couldn't focus with his lips on her neck, or the persistent hands caressing her accentuated curves.
With Harry's hands firmly on her hips, she was powerless to stop him from guiding him forward.
Any protest she might have had died on her lips as she approached the centre of this dark nightclub. Her yellow cat eyes pierced through the dim light, revealing all the dirty details to her.
"M-miss Brown..." Minerva breathlessly gasped, seeing a naked, busty blonde passed out with a dumb smile on her face. The girl's expansive chest, large by even a Witch's standard, was covered in hickies and love bites from Harry's rough affection. She was plastered with sticky white cum, from her tits to her forehead, and of course, the reddened, abused snatch between her sprawled legs.
Minerva's legs trembled as her heeled winter boots took a careful step around the naked girl. Her yellow cat eyes focused on the noticeable swell of her belly.
"...Miss Bell..." The Professor gave a shuddering gasp.
Katie was strewn over a table, her face a look of satisfied sleep. Her messy brown hair was sticking to her face from the sweat. Her body was sticky with a subtle sheen, as she'd served as a platter for Harry and some adventurous Witches. They'd sucked shots from her cute belly button and licked whipped cream and other treats from her tits, until Harry eventually fucked her unconscious right there on the table.
"...M-Miss Patil and..." The Gryffindor Head of House shuddered as she saw Parvati curled up with another. Only to realise by the tattered dark blue dress barely clinging to her figure that it was actually Padma, and that the other tan-skinned Witch cuddled between her tits was Parvati.
Minerva's expression was numb with shock as she saw the twins' naked figures so intimately entangled. They were locked in a tight embrace, with legs pressing against each other's bare sexes, tits squished together, and their matching round bellies softly pressed.
As Harry carefully guided her into the centre of this orgy of well-fucked Witches, Minerva was in a daze. She forgot her role as Deputy Headmistress and could only stare at the figures of her female students in shock.
Miss Dunbar was upside down on a sofa, her blonde hair dangling to the floor. Her mouth was hanging open, a mess of cum and drool from how roughly Harry had fucked her throat.
Then she saw Angelina, one of the oldest and well-respected girls of her House, in the centre of a pile. Other exhausted Witches were passed out on her tits and belly, while Alicia's face was still squeezed between her thighs.
"..!" Minerva's catlike pupils suddenly thinned.
She finally took notice of the most striking sight of all. The Head Girl, Cassandra Vole. One of the most modest, well-respected Witches in the Castle was now reduced to a vulgar sight.
The Princess of Slytherin was strung up like a captive in a sex dungeon. Enchanted silver chains coiled like serpents all over her naked flesh, digging into the softness of her breasts and plump thighs, but leaving everything exposed. There were black, green and gold lines of ink scrawled all over her sweat skin.
It was text that Minerva's sharp eyes could read with remarkable detail. She saw, 'Slytherin Head Bitch' in big text across her naked breasts, while dozens of vulgar phrases decorated her thighs and navel. Things such as 'Gryffindor's Bottom Bitch', and 'Addicted to Anal', as well as tally marks pointed to her cum leaking cunt.
One of which, Minerva noted with alarm. The words 'Potter's Pet Veela' were above her trimmed blonde pubes, while a silver collar clasped around her neck with a dangling chain. She knew Cassandra had painstakingly kept that secret for over six long years at Hogwarts, and was startled to see it exposed in such a manner.
But what struck her most was the expressions on all of the Witches' faces. They were all so... satisfied. There was no sight of the tight, focused expressions she'd see in class, nor the perfectly measured, demure masks of 'modest' Witches that strode the halls with noses held high. She saw relaxed brows, resting eyes, and utterly satisfied smiles. They all looked blissful... and euphoric.
"M-my word..." Minerva muttered in her state of dumb shock.
"Isn't it beautiful, Professor?" Hermione quietly spoke, with a hint of happiness and reverence in her tone. The naked student looked toward Minerva with bright eyes, as if proud of the drooling, fucked-silly girls strewn about the floor.
"B-beautiful..?" Minerva sputtered, "I-It's... O-Obscene! I-Indecent..! I-It's... I-It's..!" Minerva struggled to find the proper word. Her cheeks felt hot, and she found it difficult to breathe. The only words that came to mind, she did not dare say.
Obscene. Indecent... Arousing. Thrilling. Exciting... even enviable.
Her heart skipped as she imagined herself, the proud and strict Professor of these girls... down on her knees, stripped naked at Harry Potter's feet.
That stray thought, and the searing heat of her loins made her bluster back up, "E-enough of this! Miss Granger..! Mister Potter..! I-I cannot express how ashamed I am of you..! Hogwarts is a decent school! We would never permit such... such... debauchery on our campus grounds!"
Harry looked over to Hermione with his cocky smirk. The brilliant Witch merely smiled, looking at Minerva with knowing eyes.
"Look around, Professor... Can't you see how happy we are?" Hermione warmly spoke, as she approached, "You know very well how hard it is for us Witches... How painful it can be to bottle up our desires... But we don't have to suffer that, all thanks to Harry💕"
Minerva nearly stumbled back, if not for the broad muscle behind her, as Hermione's naked, sweaty figure strode right up to her. She gently seized Minerva's hands... and guided them to her belly.
"..!" Minerva froze, as Hermione placed her hands on her round baby bump.
Then Hermione smiled, not with a lewd, obscene grin, but one of pure happiness, "Isn't this a wonderful thing, Professor..?"
Minerva went quiet for a moment, her expression softening as she brushed her hand around Hermione's belly. After four months, she wasn't too big yet, but her belly had grown round, indicating she was obviously pregnant. Not too much longer, and even Hogwarts' modest robes wouldn't disguise her circumstances any more.
The proof of pregnancy had a profound effect on Minerva, who fell into a quiet silence. She stared longingly and felt a sudden surge of emotion.
"It's not too late, you know..." Hermione smiled at her with a gleam in her eye.
"W-what..?"
"You know, Professor... Magic enhances our bodies. It prepares us for breeding. It gives us thicker hips and full breasts, to rear many healthy children~ It keeps our skin nice and smooth for much longer, to entice men regardless of age..."
Minerva's breath hitched as the hands around her hips felt much more apparent.
"And along the same lines..." Hermione slyly grinned at her, "We are very fertile even as we age. Heheh, that includes you, Professor~"
Minerva could hardly contain the moan that erupted in the back of her throat. She stuttered a feeble protest, "N-no... I-It's not proper..."
Hermione carelessly rolled her eyes. Then she gave a meaningful look to Harry, with the lust once more apparent in her gaze.
"Why can't you have both?" Harry's voice was as tempting as honey, "Why can't you be the perfect, respectable Professor in class... whilst behind closed doors... you'll be my sexy, breedable MILF, who gets her naughty, needy pussy pounded hard every night, to help clear her head during classes."
The look on the Professor's face wavered, her cherry-red lips pouting in hesitation. With just one little push, it seemed like she would give in.
He kissed and sucked on her neck, making her tremble in his embrace, while he grabbed her heavy breasts over her blouse, "Look at this body of yours..! It's made for sex! These massive titties and that fat, round ass..! Your sex drive must be extraordinary, Professor... Can't imagine how it must have been, so many years without a man to take care of your needs..."
"Haah... Haah..." Minerva's face appeared weak, with reddened cheeks and tightly shut eyes.
Hermione giggled, "She must masturbate like crazy~ But it's nothing like a real fat cock Professor💓"
Harry leaned up and gave her a kiss just under her ear as he whispered, "Let me show you what it's like, Professor..."
The rough hands mauling her tits suddenly slowed. His fingers slipped into the deep neckline of her plunging cleavage, brushing across her bare skin before they grabbed hold.
Riiiiippp~!
Minerva let out a gasp of surprise as her blouse was ripped off her figure, leaving nothing but the enchanted black lace of her large brassiere keeping her tits concealed.
"M-Mister Potter..!" She weakly protested.
"What a sight." He breathed in satisfaction, seeing the entire exquisite scope of Minerva's shelf of cleavage. He happily sank his fingers back into her cushiony boobs and played with them.
Below, Minerva's modest skirt was long and covered all the way to her knees. But with just a bit of magic, it disappeared, buttons snapping as it jerked itself away from her broad hips to soar across the room. Minerva's long, sexy legs and plush thighs were revealed. They were still covered, but no less sexy, in a set of semi-sheer pantyhose.
Harry chuckled and pushed his hips forward.
"Ooh..!" Minerva gasped as something hot and huge slid between her soft thighs. The massive manhood of her student seemed to be right at home, nestled between the plush pillows of her thighs, and pressing up against the heat of her covered sex.
"Oh lord..!" Minerva could only exclaim as she felt it, so huge and swollen against her. She could feel the veins pulsing as it throbbed with desire.
Harry glanced over to see Hermione lying her exhausted body back in a soft armchair. She had a hand buried between her own plump thighs.
He cracked a grin, "Hermione... show the Professor."
Hermione brightened up with a lustful expression. Then, with Minerva's yellow eyes closely observing her, she eagerly opened her legs, "Mnm~"
Minerva panted, red in the face, with Harry's massive cock squeezed between her legs, pushing against her covered sex, and Hermione beginning to masturbate right in front of her.
"Oh yes..! P-please watch me, Professor..!" Hermione breathlessly gasped as she quickly stirred her juicy sex with experienced fingers. She kept her eyes locked on Minerva as she put on a slutty smile.
Schlick~ Schlick~ Schlick~
Hermione's drenched cunt was producing such a lewd sound every time she pushed two knuckles deep, stirring up a mixture of clear juices and the creamy cum still warm inside her tunnel. Her other hand reached up to grab one of her fat breasts, and with Minerva watching, she pushed it up to suck one of her own nipples into her mouth.
In no time at all, Minerva watched her prize pupil cum with a squealing cry, as her pussy unleashed a messy spray of juices.
Throughout the brief show, Harry hadn't been idle. Minerva gasped and writhed in his arms as he slowly moved his hips. His thick club of meat pushed through her heavenly thighs, brushing against her pussy mound. His hands fished beneath her bra to grab the meaty hills of her chest directly and give her hardened nipples a tug with a brief shock of magic.
"N-no..! Oooohhh..!" Minerva cried out in a voice full of shame as she trembled against him. Harry felt his cock freshly soaked in womanly fluids as she soiled the panties and pantyhose with a big climax.
Harry stole her lips, muting her cries in a hot, tongue-swirling kiss. He held her body tight in his arms, embracing her bountiful curves as much as he could. He squeezed her ample breasts possessively, pulling her closer, while he rocked his hips against her expansive backside.
"Professor..."
With Minerva in a daze of pleasure after her first climax by her own student's hands, she looked up at him. Their lips were still wet with each other's spit.
He flashed a lustful, cocky grin, "Let's fuck."
"..!" Minerva's body tightened up.
'F-fuck..?' Her mind couldn't believe she was so boldly propositioned by a wizard—and one so much younger than her!
"I really want to fuck you, Professor." He continued barraging her with sexualised language, "You are such a sex dream..! This extreme hourglass of yours has kept me rock-hard through so many lessons..! I keep having to get Lavender to slobber on my knob just to keep myself from bending you over that desk and railing you right there in class."
"...Haaah..!" Minerva's mind spiralled. Learning that these students had been having sex in her class, right under her nose, was bad enough, but Harry's admission of barely-restrained desire for her was too much for her to take.
Harry pulled away from her. Minerva, with legs still weak jelly from her climax, dropped without his hands supporting her. She fell to her knees with a gasp and turned her head in an effort to rise again.
Until she found herself face to face with that thick, juicy COCK. Her nose twitched, and she made the grave mistake of inhaling.
Harry chuckled with satisfaction and reached a hand down to glide fingers through her lovely raven hair. He drank in the sensual sight of Minerva's face as she breathed in his musk. Her lashes fluttered, her eyes nearly going cross-eyed beneath her lids as she took in another deep inhalation. Then the neat and orderly Professor let out a low, obscene noise.
Harry's lust was inflamed, 'Is she... purring..?' The Professor made a sound somewhere between a sensual womanly moan and a cat's purr, as she drew her face in closer. With eyes still fluttery and an almost drunken look on her face, she took another deep sniff of his glistening cock and heavy balls. Both of which were still smattered with lipstick rings and kiss marks from her cock-crazed students.
"Mm, do you have a sensitive nose, Professor?" Harry gave a brief chuckle as he looked down on her, "Many of the Veela are the same... Let me help you out."
"Nngh~" Minerva gave a startled moan as he suddenly tilted her face up and slapped his fat cock on her face. The colossal tube stretched clearly across, from her chin, over her glasses, to her forehead.
"Nnnnnnfff~" The Professor began to pant hotly, looking completely in a daze as she stared at the massive slab of Witch-breeding meat draped over her face. Her nostrils continued to flare as every heavy breath caused her huge breasts to heave in their lace brassiere.
Finally, Minerva's quivering voice came. She sounded like she was snared by a spell as she spoke in a trance, "...H-how is it so big..? It smells so good..! I-I can hardly think straight..!"
Harry chuckled and pet her lovely black hair. He stared down on her with lust in his eyes. She looked so utterly ravishing down on her knees, with her sizable backside thrust out behind her like that. Her semi-sheer pantyhose rode up to her waist, but only made that heavy butt look even more compelling. He was going to take great pleasure in ripping those off her.
He slipped his fingers into her hair, guiding her face down lower, "Don't be scared, Professor... I'm not some dickless wizard that'll be skeeved off if you act a little slutty. In fact... I love horny Witches. I can see that naughty gleam in your eye. I can tell you want it... Go ahead..."
"Mngh..?!" Before he even gave her a chance to respond, Harry forced her head forward. Minerva's slender nose was buried in the sweaty, musky scent of his cumbloated balls. Her eyes nearly rolled back again as she huffed, drowning in the smell of masculine, virile pheromones.
Before she could stop herself, her lips slipped open, and her drooling tongue came out.
"Fuck yes..." Harry sighed with delight, brushing her hair as she began to hungrily lather his musky sack with her tongue. Her painted lips kissed his heavy balls, while she rubbed her face up against his heavy cock. All the while, she purred with pleasure like a naughty kitten.
At that point, Hermione was too excited and pulled herself out of her armchair to slip up behind McGonagall. She held the back of Minerva's head and spoke teasingly, "Be tender, Professor... and be sure to give them lots of love... Those precious balls are responsible for knocking up several batches of your slutty Witches!"
Minerva suddenly moaned loudly, mouth watering as she slid her tongue against his sweaty sack. She lost herself in worshipping the thick, salty testicles that had impregnated so many of her precious students. She could feel them stirring beneath her attentions, already prepping the fresh batch for the next lucky Witch. Her pussy drooled with desire, and she felt an ache in her womb.
'So large... and full...' She murmured in her reverie, planting wet smooches on the heavy balls, 'I-I can't believe a single wizard is possible of breeding so many young ladies..! A-am I going to be next..? N-No, that would be absurd..! T-the ultimate failure as a Professor... to lay with a student of mine... N-no matter how... virile...'
The last bastion of her rational mind reminded her of how immoral it would be for her, the second-highest authority in Hogwarts, to be bred like an eager bitch by her own student... Yet at the same time... Here she was, already lapping at his balls like a total harlot. Her dignity was already trampled upon, causing her traitorous mind to think, 'Would it be much worse..?'
"That's it... haaah..." Hermione was red in the face, eyes gleaming with lust as she watched the beautiful Professor lather Harry's large balls in spit, "Give them a good smooch, Professor..! Y-you should thank those miraculous balls... for making so many of your students into happy, pregnant Witches💓"
Minerva, in her trance, gave his musky sack a wet kiss under Hermione's urging.
While Minerva was lost in her worship of his masculinity, Hermione grew restless. Minerva had no idea, but her curvy body kneeling over Harry's lap left her big, enticing booty swaying to and fro behind her.
A sight that tempted Hermione.
"Let me show how dirty we girls really are..!" Hermione giggled and slipped behind Minerva.
Minerva suddenly felt nervous as she felt Hermione's hands slide down her bare back and crest the sides of her broad hips.
"Aah..!" Hermione let out a horny, breathless gasp as she muttered, "I've always wanted to do this~!"
Minerva's face burned red as Hermione, her prize pupil, BURIED her face in her ass, "M-Miss Granger..!" She shrieked in humiliation as she felt the young lady's face rub between the thick, doughy asscheeks of her oversized booty.
Hermione's moans sounded so delighted and naughty that even Harry was surprised. She squeezed together the fat globes of the Professor's big booty around her own face and jiggled them.
"Mwuah~!" Hermione's wet lips peppered messy smooches across the succulent booty meat as she squeezed and spanked it with playful fingers. Then she drew back with a breathless gasp and an excited look on her face. She nibbled on the Professor's plump butt with her teeth, "Aaah~ This fat fucking ASS~!"
Spank~!
"Miss Granger!" Minerva shrieked as her doughy butt was slapped.
"Heheh~ It's your fault, Professor..!" Hermione giggled in a twisted tone. She affectionately rubbed her cheek against Minerva's booty, "For having such a juicy butt~ Even I have trouble focusing when you bend over in class, shaking this thing toward all us innocent students~ You're such a tease, Professor💕"
"W-wha-!?" The Deputy Headmistress, a woman who prided herself on professionalism and modesty, burned with shame, "I-I've done no such thing..!"
Hermione ignored her and once again shoved her face between those fat globes, breathing in the thick, womanly scent of Minerva's soaked lace knickers.
"She's got you there, Professor..." Harry chuckled, forcing Minerva to let Hermione do as she pleased to her plump backside for the time being. The Professor's focus was once again dominated by the towering monument to manhood that slapped against her cheek.
"M-Mister Potter..!" She softly shrieked, aghast as he lightly smacked her cheek with his thick club of a cock. Her voice quivered, and her eyes went glassy once again as she moaned.
Harry followed up with Hermione's shaming, as he held her dark bun in a forceful hand and pushed her cheek against his throbbing erection, "You're such a tease... Waving that fat ass of yours in our faces every day... Hermione's hardly the only one who has imagined getting their hands on it..."
Smack~!
"M-miss Granger!" Minerva shrieked again as her poor, hefty booty was abused by her small, but sharp palm.
Hermione didn't look apologetic at all, with a lust-drunk look on her face, peering up at Harry with her nose still buried in Minerva's booty, "Aaaaah... I totally understand why you slap our asses so much, Harry..." Hermione moaned in an enlightened tone.
"Aah..!" A moan slipped unwillingly from Minerva's lips, causing her to burn up with shame, "M-Miss-! Mmhgh?!"
As she was about to reproach Hermione once again, the hand beneath her chin tingled with magic. Minerva felt the foreign spell invade her body, but even she was helpless to resist it. This magic was strong. Domineering. Like a hand that pushed her head down, forcing her to submit, and to her great surprise, her magic eagerly complied!
The result was a flawless jaw-loosening spell taking hold, and letting Harry effortlessly plug Minerva's wet mouth with thick, girthy inches of cock.
"Mmph~?" Her cat eyes looked even more enchanting as they opened wide in pure surprise. Her tongue seemed to tremble as it tasted the salty length of his fat rod filling her mouth to capacity. Her painted lips looked lovely stretched around the veiny shaft.
"Mm..! That's better..!" Harry groaned with satisfaction, looking down at her with a cocky smirk.
"Mmshter Pahtter..!" She sputtered as he shoved it deeper in her mouth, making her suddenly choke, "Chhhhlllccck~"
Her look of shame and humiliation, coloured with the noticeable tinge of lust, was almost as good as the feeling of her hot mouth wrapped around his cock. He grinned at her and pushed his hips deeper, stuffing her full, "That's it... Take it deep, Professor..! Your slutty students made such a mess all over my cock. Clean it up!"
Her eyes went hazy as he began to force himself into her throat, and her mouth was filled with the taste of his manhood and her Gryffindor Witches' lingering sex juices.
"Glllck..! Glllck..! Glllcck..! Glllllccccck..!"
Minerva helplessly held onto his muscular thighs while he began to drive his cock deeper into her throat. The taste was intoxicating, making her head go fuzzy, while the shameful excitement burned through her body. She was humiliated and so very excited as her student used her throat as his own toy.
At the same time, Hermione was also losing herself to lust and excitement. Her naughty little fingers slipped down Minerva's pantyhose, tugging them down the great slopes of her massive ass. She moaned at the sight of the sexy black lace the Professor had wedged into that deep crack and appreciated the view. Then, with her teeth, she pulled that slick string down too, revealing the Professor's most humiliating bits.
She sank her slender fingers into the abundant cushion of Minerva's meaty rump and spread her cheeks wide. Then, with an erotic gasp and a drooling tongue, she once more buried her face into Minerva's ass.
"CHLLLLLCK~?!" Minerva suddenly choked forcefully on his cock, massaging his throbbing monster with her spasming throat. He pulled her down deeper, with a light-hearted laugh, using a little spell to keep her from retching. Her ruby lips kissed the root of his shaft.
Harry saw the sexy, euphoric look on Hermione's face as the perverted, horny bookworm because to give sloppy kisses and hungry licks to Minerva's quivering rosebud.
Harry felt strongly aroused himself, and smirked at Hermione, "That's it, my naughty girl... Get her nice and ready for me..."
"Gllcck~! Gllllccckkk~!" Minerva choked, eyes nearly rolling back as the thrums of taboo excitement dominated her thoughts and mind. Hogwarts' future Headmistress was down on her knees, getting a forceful, sloppy throatfuck from a mindbogglingly big wizard cock, while her favourite student was tonguing her ass!
Hermione's eyes fluttered in her lust as she smacked her lips. She grabbed Minerva's doughy cheeks and squeezed them around her face, rubbing her cheeks into the warm cushion while moaning lewdly, "Mnnhh~ I love your booty, Professor..! It tastes so good💕Mwuah💋"
"Naughty girl..!" Harry roared with excitement, clutching Minerva's hair as he began to pump her mouth full of cock.
"NNGHHH! GLLLCKK~! GLLLLLCCCK! GLLLLCK! GLLLLLCCCK!"
Minerva was helpless between these two perverts. They were using her body as they pleased. Harry fucked her soft red lips ruthlessly, causing warm tears to make a mess of her dark mascara and undershadow. Meanwhile, Hermione was enforcing the humiliation that burned in her body, both from the way she was abusing Minerva's vulnerable backside... and because of how intensely Professor McGonagall enjoyed it.
Finally, Harry shoved her head down roughly.
"GLLLLLLGHHH?!"
She felt his colossal manhood swell even bigger in her mouth. That was all the warning she was prepared for as he grunted loudly and began to pulse in her tight mouth. She felt a hot, thick shot of something creamy shoot down her throat into her belly, right as he began to draw back. Then her senses were assaulted by the salty, creamy spunk that blasted forcefully into her mouth and throat.
The volume of Harry's ejaculations was always too much, even for an experienced Witch, so a completely fresh cocksucking MILF like Minerva couldn't take it at all. She spluttered and coughed, while thick globs of cum burst from her lips and nostrils, adding to the mess of drool and tears on her face.
Harry drew back, partly out of pity, but mostly out of the raw desire to plaster her face in spunk. He took great delight in grabbing McGonagall's hand and squeezing it around his shaft, forcing her to jerk him as he continued to unload thick shots all over her gorgeous face and glasses.
At the same time, Hermione was delighted. It was clear that a rough throatfuck from a big dicked wizard affected Minerva just the same as any other Witch... because when she got a messy facial, her upturned backside began to quiver and twitch, and her beautiful pink slit sprayed a sudden mist of juices all over Hermione's face. She giggled as she lowered her attention and began to slurp up the slick juices from Minerva's twitching twat.
Harry let out a long exhale, looking at the dazed, cum-covered face of his Transfiguration Professor. She was softly trembling, moaning, with her mouth full of cum and her tongue swirling around like she didn't know what to do with it.
"Bloody gorgeous..." Harry muttered as he held her neat, black bun. Then he twisted his lips into a smirk and reached to pull the silver pins from her hair. Her dark tresses fell down to her shoulders in a messy, sexy manner, making Harry very pleased, "That's better..! You should let your hair down more often, Professor..."
"Gulp..! Gulp..! Haaah..!" Minerva let out a hot, womanly noise as she gasped for air. She looked up at Harry with a look so far away from stern or disappointing as she sputtered, cum still sticking to her lips, "M-Mister Potter..! T-that is no way to treat your Professor..!"
Harry chuckled at the absurdity of it all. Considering he just forced his Head of House down on her knees and gave her a brutal, teary-eyed facefuck, he should be threatened with expulsion. Yet Minerva's tone was far less scolding than it had been the first day he'd been late for class. As if that were the greater breach in discipline than plastering her face in cum.
"Come here, Professor..!"
"M-mister Potter..!" Minerva let out a louder shriek as she was suddenly jerked up into his arms. Then she was spun around.
Minerva once again felt her legs give out as she fell forward. She gasped in shock as her hands flailed about to grab for something to catch herself. Like magic, they perfectly caught two large, warm pillows.
"Ahn..!"
"Mm..!"
Minerva's eyes went wide as two naked Gryffindor girls moaned beneath her. Her hands accidentally grasped a plump, naked breast each. Harry had forced her down on her knees, right there in the centre of the pile.
Before she could right herself or pull away from them, Harry slapped his beefy member down on the deep crack of her upturned, wide asscheeks.
Riiiipppp~!
"Ahn..! M-Mister Potter..!" Minerva was further shamed by the womanly arousal coating her voice. She couldn't contain it as she felt his strong hands tear the pantyhose and lace knickers off her legs. Her brassiere was the next to go, as the straps snapped like twigs and her heavy, heaving chest hung naked beneath her.
Then he mounted her. Minerva let out a guttural moan as she felt his stiff cock, hot and huge, slide between her plump thighs, scorching her slick, sensitive sex. He leaned over her, brushing her now loose dark hair over one side as he spoke in a provoking tone.
"Now you're starting to sound more honest..." He chuckled in her ear, "Can you feel that, Professor..? How fucking hard I am for you..!? Even after an entire night of fucking the finest cunts Hogwarts has to offer... My cock is aching to drive balls deep in their gorgeous, curvy MILF of a Professor..!"
"Haah... Haah..!" Minerva panted her tongue still rolling around in her mouth, saturated with the intense taste of his salty spunk. Her pussy was drooling over his cock like a salivating beast. She couldn't stop herself from pushing her hips back, slowly grinding atop that fat member.
His blood boiled with her every movement, sensing an influential, stubborn Witch break down and give in to her instincts. It was as if she was beckoning him to take her, to reap the spoils of her eager pussy and sow his seed deep in her fertile womb.
But he wasn't finished working her up just yet. He leaned over her, sucking on her neck in a spot that made her moan and writhe beneath him.
Minerva quivered under his every touch, feeling a long-repressed, irresistible desire. Bent over on her hands and knees, she whimpered to herself, 'O-oh mercy..! W-why did he have to choose this position..? D-does he know..?!'
The minds of Witches were filled with all sorts of filthy sexual fantasies. She was no different, and considering her powers as an Animagus, it was natural that those dirty dreams frequently involved her bent over and mounted in such a manner.
Finally, Harry pulled back, looking at the trembling, bare back of Minerva as his cock sawed between her fat, doughy asscheeks. He pressed those fat globes together, sandwiching his cock and gave them each a brief spank.
But there were no further words left for Minerva. She didn't squirm away or offer a weak protest. She just bent her back, raised her broad hips and presented herself to him.
Harry pulled her asscheeks apart, getting one look at her beautiful, glistening slit before he ravaged it. Magic did its work, leaving her juicy slit as pink, pretty and tight as the younger ladies that surrounded her.
"Hermione," Harry spoke firmly.
"Y-yes..!" She leapt to attention like an eager puppy, jerking her fingers out of her quim and sucking them quickly clean.
He sent her a devious smirk, "Wake the girls for me."
Hermione's eyes twisted with desire, "Ooh... Yes, Harry~" She quickly pulled out her wand and began casting repeated Enervates.
"W-wait..!" Minerva suddenly blustered, as if some of her shame had just returned. She looked around frantically, as the unconscious, fucked-silly ladies began to stir, "D-don't..!"
"Ahhnghhh~!"
Many Witches blinked and jerked their eyes open as a high-pitched squeal filled the air.
"E-eh..? H-he's still going..?"
"Wait... I-is that..?!"
Their eyes grew wide as they saw the sight in front of them.
The Deputy Headmistress was almost unrecognisable with her face dripping with creamy cum and her big, doughy butt getting pounded forcefully from behind. Her warbling voice was nothing like they'd ever heard from her as she squealed and shook with every forceful thrust.
Harry stood tall behind her, pounding her roughly from behind as he savoured the thrilling sensations of Minerva's clenching, spasming cunt. The sexy, mature Professor might have considered herself old. However, just as her smooth skin was flawless and wrinkle-free, her pussy was still in perfect condition!
Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!
Minerva's sopping sex stirred with juices, adding a wetness to the hot and heavy smacks of flesh. The sound, combined with the erotic sight of their strictest Professor's pleasure-stricken expression, lit the spark of arousal in all the girls around.
"H-holy shit..!" One of the younger Gryffindor girls gasped.
"H-he's fucking McGonagall!" Another shrieked.
Then, in an absurd circumstance, Minerva fought to control her breaking voice as she said sharply, "L-Language..! Miss Dunbar..! And Bell!"
Smack~!
"Nngh..!"
Unlike Hermione's playful palm, Harry's came down like a thunderclap, sending her plump posterior jiggling from the force, "Come now, Professor..! It's a Holiday, remember..?"
As for the girls, perhaps they might've been scared off by McGonagall if she'd caught them gossiping in the halls. But not after their wild sides had been fully unleashed in a night of pure sex and pleasure, exemplified by Veela Allure.
Now they grinned fearlessly.
"Oh my god..!"
"I can't believe you're nailing the Professor..! Oh fuck her hard, Harry💕"
"Who knew McGonagall could squeal like that? It's so hot~ Fuck I'm getting horny again..!"
Minerva could only helplessly moan, as her body rocked from powerful, slamming thrusts from behind, 'T-they're looking at me..! All my students..! Are watching me..!'
Her clenching, soaking walls were carved open by the most enormous cock she could've ever imagined, all while her naked pupils leered at the show. She felt her pristine image as the infallible Professor become irrevocably soiled. Not a single Witch here would ever be able to look at her again, without seeing her tear-smeared, cum-plastered face twisted in ecstasy as she came around Harry's massive cock.
The thought made her burn up with shame, and brought fresh tears to her eyes—but not tears of despair. She felt utterly euphoric as the thrilling excitement of her perfect image being soiled forever caused an intense, body-rocking climax to rip through her bodacious curves.
"OOOOOHHHHH~!"
"Fuck that's tight..!" Harry grunted as he felt Minerva's walls clench up in a tight vice, but it only encouraged him to plough through her even harder than before. The clamping tightness furthered his own pleasure as he felt her lose control.
The girls all around them were mustering up energy as their arousal grew. They were panting, watching with lewd eyes as Minerva let out such indecent, joyful cries every time her neglected cunt was hammered so deeply. All of them felt giddy. They were aroused to see their most respected Professor get her pussy broken in, just as they had before. But they were also happy for her as fellow Witches.
Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!
The lustful Witches all watched, listening to the Professor's dramatic, warbled cries as she got her pussy pounded so ruthlessly from behind. Her expression, stricken with pleasure, was burned into their memories. They couldn't help but play with themselves, masturbating energetically to the sight of their Professor getting ploughed.
Finally, after a fast and furious bout of hip-slapping sex that left Minerva seeing stars, Harry grunted above her.
"It's time, Professor..." Harry, hunkered over her with his stronger, broader form, pinned the bodacious body of the fuckable MILF to the floor and growled in her ear. He kept relentlessly sawing his cock into her weeping sex, "...are you ready..? Ready to become a mother?"
"Ooohh..!" The mention of motherhood made her inner walls clamp up again. She immediately felt an all too familiar ache in her womb as she imagined that massive, creamy load he'd sprayed down her throat and over her face. The thought of being pinned beneath him, bred like a kitten in heat, in front of all her students, made her toes curl and her voice come out in a high-pitched yowl.
"N-no..!" Her voice still cried, no matter how desperately her body screamed YES.
But Harry kept pressing, knocking his fat cockhead against the entrance to her womb, "Come on now, Professor... You can be honest. Don't you think it would be cruel to leave all these younger girls to face motherhood alone? As their role model, you should set the best example. How could you, if you've never experienced it yourself?"
"Nnngh..!" Minerva's face was still shoved down beneath him, as she trembled and shook, she made no sign of even hearing his words, other than the way her pussy squeezed his cock with intense desire.
Harry smirked at her and raised his head, "Mn... She's playing hard to get... What do you think, girls?"
His one question ignited the spark. The Witches watching boiled over with desires from the hot show and called out with carnal voices.
"Knock her up💕!"
"Breed her, Harry~!"
"Pump that pussy full of cum💕"
"The Professor would look SO HOT with a baby bump💕"
"N-noo..!" Minerva's weak whimpering squeaked out as her clenching cunt sprayed another messy climax all over the cushions and pillows that covered the nightclub's floor. The lewd provocations and lustful jeering of her students echoed all around her. The Gryffindors she'd taught were the rowdiest of the slutty girls, and had started a chant, 'Knock her up~ Knock her up~'
Finally, she felt a hand atop hers. She was barely able to see the shapely figure beside her with her face pressed down so harshly, but the voice was unmistakable.
"Professor..." Hermione softly giggled and guided Minerva's hand once more to her round, swollen belly, "It's okay to be honest... Don't you want one too? The feeling is even more incredible than your wildest imagination~ Trust me, Professor💕"
Hermione had once been her most trustworthy student, until the evening's world-shattering revelations had pulled her headfirst into sex and pleasure. She learned that her trust had been utterly betrayed, leaving Minerva shaken to the core. But now, Hermione's words were as sweet as honey, the final temptation to make her let go.
"Nnnghh..!" Minerva trembled intensely, as her strained voice croaked, "I-I want it..! I-I want it so bad..!"
The Professor's face was stricken with tears in a desperate confession.
The crowd broke out into cheers and excited squeals. All of the students were hardly able to contain themselves, delighted at the opportunity to see the very moment that Professor McGonagall was impregnated.
"That's what I want to hear..! Beg for it, you horny Witch..!" Harry growled in her ear as he slammed his hips hard once again, rippling her meaty ass.
"OH YES..! G-give it to me, Harry~!" Minerva raised her voice, as the pressure finally gave and years of frustration and neglect finally came unwound, "I've been aching for it for so long..! I want to feel your seed take root in my womb..! Please, dear~!"
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Harry fucked her full force, pushing her head down one more time as he hovered over her. His whole body weight slammed against her, rocking her forward as his cock drilled deep into her spasming depths. Her poor cervix never stood a chance, and was rammed open by the bullish cock charging into her womb with singular determination.
Harry pinned that buxom, fertile Witch beneath him. Her legs gave out, falling completely prone with her feet kicking and toes curling behind her. He slammed home one last time, forcing his pelvis against her meaty ass to ensure his seed was firmly planted within her deepest depths. Then, his heavy balls did their duty, enhanced by magic for the continuum of their species.
As his huge tip flared, Harry grunted in her ear one last time, "Take it, Minerva..!" He dropped all formality, balls-deep in the Professor, "Get fucking pregnant..!"
Then all the extreme stimuli that had affected Minerva throughout the evening reached their zenith. She felt an indescribable pleasure as that massive manhood throbbed in her womanly sex and pumped thick, virile blasts of breeding seed into her fertile garden.
"Ooohh..!" She let out a guttural yowl as she trembled helplessly beneath him, letting her stronger, dominant mate pin her down and thoroughly seed her. Her warm, snug tunnel greedily drank it down, shivering with delightful ecstasy as it received its greatest desire.
Finally, Minerva knew the utter joy of a Witch. A powerful, hazy pleasure overtook her, numbing her senses, as she felt the seed of life flood its warmth into her belly. The strong seed of an incredibly potent, magically gifted Wizard. Prime stock, fitted for a prime vessel like herself.
"Fuck..! So tight..!" Harry kept her squeezed beneath him, rocking his hips to drain every last drop into her slick cunt. He leaned over her shoulder, sucking on her neck, "Take it all, Professor..! This load, and the next..! I won't stop until you're pregnant!"
"Ooooohhh~!" The mature MILF moaned lewdly beneath him, her eyes rolled back in pure bliss. She felt the magical sensation of his thick spunk drowning her womb and ovaries in fertile semen. It caused an explosive climax to rip through her buxom figure.
He stayed sheathed in that spasming, snug cunt until his twitching cock had deposited every last drop of his massive load into her tunnel. Then he pulled back for just a moment and withdrew his hips.
With a sloppy pop, Minerva's unbelievably tight cunt finally let him go. Her sex twitched and gaped, like it would never close up again after getting so brutally stretched, and flooded out a messy pool of his thick seed. Minerva let out a whine, like she could feel the heat leaving her body in her pleasure high.
Immediately, he felt lips and tongues. He looked down, one hand automatically falling upon a head of wavy, brown hair. Hermione was sending him a bitch-in-heat look as she slobbered on his massive knob, greedily sucking the sex juices of the Professor off his prick, and all the cum that hadn't quite fit in her Professor's pussy.
Ginny was there too, but only her red hair was visible, her face smothered in his sweaty balls as she moaned wantonly.
Angelina and Alicia squeezed in where they could, faces mirroring each other as they dragged their hungry tongues across his thick shaft.
And the rest...
"Nnghhh..?" Minerva softly twitched, but couldn't quite pull her senses together just yet. But the sensations of hungry lips and eager tongues gliding across her sweaty, cum-covered skin drew insensate moans from her lips.
As Minerva quivered through her climax, head lost in the clouds, she felt an intense feeling of relief. Years of bottled-up desire and neglected urges were finally released in one moment of pure euphoria. She felt her stress disappear as she trembled in bliss. The intense pleasure and powerful emotion was followed by a blissful, peaceful ecstasy.
Her lashes fluttered one last time, as she slipped into a rest... only barely catching one last word from the stud that had fucked her so roughly.
"I'm not finished with her yet..."
...
'...mmm...' Minerva struggled to pull herself to consciousness, like she was coming off a Draught of Living Death.
She slowly realised two things. Her body was hot and sticky, like she'd been in an intense sweat through her slumber. The second was a dull, pleasurable thrum in her body.
'Oh dear... I must have gotten carried away again...' She assumed, as it would not be the first time, that she'd lost track of time, absorbed in intense masturbation the previous night.
'What an intense dream..!' She thought for just a moment, chalking that entire experience up to nothing but a perverse wet dream drawn up by her own bottled-up desires. She felt immense shame for thinking such thoughts about a young wizard under her tutelage... but only for a moment.
She realised something was not right. After all, the memory of the intense pleasure, the excitement and desire was all far too real.
Her eyes cracked open, and it all came crashing back to her.
Her yellow cat eyes peered into the warm brown of Hermione, still very much naked and sweaty. The smart Witch grinned at her with a naughty look and leaned down.
"Mn..?" Minerva weakly moaned as she felt Hermione's tongue drag across her cheek, licking up the sticky mess.
"O-Ohh..!" Then she felt the two pairs of lips sealed over her nipples, sucking incessantly, "W-what in Morgana's name..?" She looked down and sucked in a tight breath.
Angelina and Alicia were wearing playful expressions. Their eyes seemed to smirk at her, as they grabbed one big, soft breast each and hungrily sucked her puffy nipples into their mouths.
"Oooooohhh~!" Minerva's entire body shuddered, as her mind finally caught up with her pleasure-fried nerves. Then she felt the lips and tongues all over her, sucking cum and sweat off every inch of her body.
She felt a strong, broad chest behind her and flustered. Harry's arms held her effortlessly against his back, while his hands dug into her pillowy thighs, spreading her legs wide.
"Mnngh..!" She slapped a hand over her mouth to mute an obscene cry and looked down. Beneath the shelf of her naked chest, she could make out a head of hair buried between her legs. There was a hungry, fiendish mouth trying to lap up every last drop of the thick cum that still oozed from her creampied twat.
Ginny was hard at work, switching between the oozing, quivering cunt of the Deputy Headmistress and the big, juicy cock that had given it such a rough pounding. Her small, eager mouth spit-shined his swollen tip with joyful affection.
"I think she's ready... Be a dear, would you, Ginny..?" Harry chuckled, calling out to her just as her mother would.
The eager redhead grinned impishly between Minerva's legs and grabbed his beefy cock to line him up once more.
"W-wait..!" Minerva stammered in her nervousness, not ready for the assault of such pleasure to begin once again.
Ginny completely dismissed her authority and only cared about what Harry wanted. She playfully rubbed his huge tip against her sex, then lightly pushed it forward, probing the snug little entrance with that massive Witch-breeding cock.
"Gin."
One word made her freeze.
"Yes, Harry..?"
He sent her a sinister grin, "Try the other one."
Suddenly, Ginny's face lit up like a Quidditch Stadium. She flashed a big, pearly white smile and eagerly lowered her head back down.
"O-other..? W-what..?" Minerva murmured in total confusion as all the girls began to giggle around her.
Then she felt something huge and swollen probe her once again, but lower.
Her catlike eyes thinned as her heart nearly stopped. She stammered, "W-wait..! T-that's the wrong..!"
Harry let Ginny line him up well as he seized her hips, then, without letting her get ready, he pushed up and laid claim to the last of the Professor's holes.
Vulgarly, Minerva screamed.
"T-that's my aaassssss~!"
The gathered girls all watched as McGonagall was bounced on Harry's lap, getting her fat ass ploughed for the first time. Ginny went right back to sucking on her clit, while Hermione swallowed up her squeals in a sudden kiss.
Minerva burned with shame under the sexual affections of her students... but also the dirty thrill of anal sex, and how much pleasure she was feeling from her tightly stretched backdoor.
All she could do was cling to the heads of Angelina and Alicia, who were still feasting on her fat, jiggling breasts, while she was ploughed roughly from below.
"Mm, what an indecent noise... How unbecoming of a Professor~" A mature, teasing voice spoke out.
Minerva, even in her intense fluster, had her attention pulled away. Hermione released her lips and backed up, letting Minerva's dazed eyes look to see who it was.
"Y-you..!" Minerva's eyes shot open as she stared at the erotic sight of Professor Narcissa Black, strutting wide, fertile hips in nothing but a pair of six-inch sexy heels and a black lace garter belt.
Minerva's yellow eyes were laser-focused on the round shape of her belly, just as big as Hermione's or Ginny's. Her breath caught in her throat. The Pureblood MILF's dark pubes were shaven into an arrow, pointing to her cunt. Just above was a magical, glowing tattoo that read, 'Potter's Baby Maker'.
Everything fell into place.
Narcissa smiled meaningfully, holding her hands to her round belly, "Mmm, sorry, Professor~ But Harry got to me first💕"
The revelation that her fellow Professor Black, whom she had respected for her connection with the castle's Witches, was just another of Harry's pregnant cock sluts made her tremble. With his cock plundering her clenched back door, and her womb still warm with his fresh, fertilising seed, she shamefully came, experiencing her first anal orgasm under the gaze of her fellow Professor.
And that was only the first. Minerva had come here to put a stop to some silly conspiracy, and found herself dragged into the lust and excitement of a secret sex club. She'd soon be equally shocked to find Madams Poppy and Pince in similar states, as well as the missing French Champion, and her mega MILF of a Veela Mother.
Speaking of which...
After pounding the Professor's clenching ass raw and pumping her insides white with another stuffing of creamy cum, Harry let her down. He left the girls to clean up the mess, as the Professor moaned nonsensically under the eager tongues of her students.
"Apolline, are you awake?" Harry called out to the room.
"For 'zis..? Of course, I am darling~" The sexy French accent of a busty Veela MILF called from the side.
He saw the silver-haired Goddess lounging like a queen upon a sofa. All around her were the naked, resting flock of Bulgarian Veela, curled into each other with sensual smiles.
Veela had explosive libidos... but after they were finally satiated, Harry discovered a trait of the sexual creatures they called 'nesting'. An afterglow that followed sex for hours, depending on how roughly he fucked them, that left them in a lazy, clingy haze of pleasure, cuddled up to each other in bliss. He found it quite adorable.
"Lend me your wand for this." He casually said, but it was clear he didn't expect a refusal.
Apolline took it as a command and slowly rose from her seat, "Of course, mon amour~"
Minerva brought her dazed eyes up to see the sexbomb bodies of Narcissa and Apolline standing over her, with a matching pair of carnal smiles.
Harry squeezed between their plush, fuckable curves, pulling Narcissa's soft tits against his chest while he shared a deep kiss with Apolline. He grabbed and spanked the Veela MILF's giant ass as he nibbled on her lips, "Make me a few more toys, love."
She eagerly obeyed, "What would you like, my love?"
Harry flashed a cocky smirk, looking at the yellow catlike eyes of the Animagus Professor McGonagall.
...
"Mnngh..! Sllrrrrrp~! Sllrrrp~!"
"That's it, Professor. You need to take it deeper. Use your whole throat!" Hermione spoke in a perverted tone of instruction, as she held Minerva's raven locks in her hands and gently forced the Professor deeper.
Harry sat back on a plush armchair, with arms wrapped around the broad hips of Narcissa and Apolline on either side of his lap. He watched lustfully as Minerva, drunk on desire, hungrily lapped up the messy cum coating his cock, and tried her best to swallow him deeply into her throat.
In his hand, he held a golden chain. It slid down, connected to a snug black collar wrapped around Minerva's slender throat. It was decorated with a cute, golden bell, with glowing, magical words engraved that read, 'Sex Kitten'.
She was down on her hands and knees, shamefully shaking her upturned backside from left to right.
Smack~!
Another gentle spank came down on her thick booty from Ginny behind her. She giggled, "Come on, Professor..! Shake it better..!"
Minerva moaned in shameful humiliation as she tried to shake her cherry-red ass. Sticking in the air behind her, swaying with her every movement, was a large grey cat tail, attached to the thick plug lodged deep in her well-fucked asshole, keeping all of Harry's cum inside.
Minerva was utterly humiliated, yet looked thrilled to be at her knees, forcing her drooling lips to stretch around his massive pillar.
Many of the girls had once again passed out. Hermione's enervate had roused them for a while, but it didn't give them much energy back. So all of Harry's attention had been spent fucking, teasing, and shaming the Professor into his submissive little 'sex kitten'.
Harry petted the matted, messy hair of the exhausted Professor.
"Now then... Professor..." He slid his finger under her chin and gave her a wolfish grin. Her yellow cat eyes seemed to tremble in submission, "You're going to excuse me and the girls from curfew, won't you?"
"Mmm... y-yes..." Minerva moaned.
Harry grinned victoriously, "Good..."
She moaned with pleasure as his thumb slid across her ruby lips and she obediently sucked it into her mouth.
"And while we're at it... There are a few more things I'd like your help with..." Harry's meaningful tone weighed heavily on her.
Minerva silently trembled, 'Oh heavens... what has become of me..?'
She'd come here to put a stop to whatever promiscuous behaviour the Witches were indulging in on Hogwarts grounds... Yet now here she was, tongue-cleaning her own sex juices off her student's cock, while inwardly hoping the rich, fertile spunk in her womb had successfully impregnated her.
Now she felt nothing but excitement as he leveraged her position of authority for his own lustful desires.
"But that can wait... After all, we're still on Holiday." Harry gave her a deep smile, stroking her cheek.
Minerva let out a whimpering purr.
"So until Classes start up again... We'll have all the time in the world together, Professor..."
Hermione softly giggled, squeezing her breasts into Minerva's side, while Ginny was squeezing her plump backside. The MILFs, Narcissa and Apolline, seemed to be considering what sort of collars, leashes, or sexualised outfits they could prepare for Harry's new 'pet'.
Minerva moaned as he pulled her head lower, until her yellow cat eyes went crossed as she smothered her face in his sweaty balls once again.
Harry was still boiling with desire for her, and planned to spend the entire Holiday fucking the submissive Professor senseless. He wanted her to be entirely his. Not loyal to Dumbledore, or even the students of Hogwarts. Just a happy, loyal sex kitten that would come crawling back to him and rub her curvy body against his leg when she wanted to be 'petted'.
Then... he could turn his attention to the rest of the castle.
The Yule Ball had served an essential purpose: to unite all of his Witches in a singular place. A place where they could feel completely comfortable unleashing their inner sluts, and did not worry about appearances or fear the gossip of their peers. Most importantly, he wanted them all introduced to each other, so if they were exposed as 'sluts' to the wizards of the castles, at least they could protect each other from ostracisation.
His little collective of Witches had grown to an unbelievable size, and some of the further along Witches, Hermione, Ginny, and most of the Gryffindors, were getting too big to hide. Not all could disguise it so perfectly with magic as Narcissa. With so many, it was only a matter of time before the lid was blown.
But with Professor McGonagall kneeling at his feet... Perhaps there was a way to get ahead of the news.