Harry Potter slowly stumbled out of the lift, head bowed low.
So desperation was the key to apparition? Harry wished he hadn't found out about it in such a cruel way.
He hadn't even bothered to check if every part of his body still remained attached properly.
Hours of wandering like a headless chicken around the French countryside, but his stubbornness forced him to never venture into the only known cottage where someone could have helped him. At least his magic didn't reject him in his time of need, dumping him inside the park where he had been just a few hours ago with…
Hands balling into fists Harry marched across the empty corridor. His increased pace didn't last long, though. A sharp twinge of discomfort inside his inflated balls reminded him of the deluge of spunk that he had forcefully imprisoned inside his nut sack.
Damn it!
That's two times now that two gorgeous blonds had rudely emasculated him, both in this accursed country.
The first woman he could even accept as his fault, coming into a married woman so aggressively. But what about today? For the last week or so, Harry had spent most of his time with Lisa, getting enchanted by the mature outlook that a woman of her age readily provided him. So much different from the swallow witches of his age.
Her beauty also helped. But Harry could admit that he had forged a special connection with the woman, whose wit and sarcastic replies had made even sitting among so many people for hours on end, so fun.
He was sure that it was the right time to get intimate with the woman, especially as she had just invited him into her abode. But to be rudely stopped and thrown out when things were just getting so good.
Harry noticed in the back of his mind the unnatural silence of the corridor. Well, it was not exactly early. Probably all the participants were already in their room, asleep. Harry was internally thankful that Aunt Alice had been quite unobtrusive in her line of questioning about his whereabouts for the last few days when he had been spending so much time with Lisa.
Now if only she stopped imitating a chimpanzee in her sleep and keep him awake with all her grabbing and pawing…
Harry was in his mind, grumbling about the unfairness of the fairer sex when a rapidly moving shadow made him jerk upright as a woman jumped from his right side with feline-like grace before he was pushed into the wooden door behind with the momentum—eyes widening when the identity of the assaulter registered in his mind.
"Aunty!" Harry gasped as the fighting response that his muscles were preparing died at the surprise, his voice drowning in his throat as a ripe pair of fat lips clamped down on him with noisy desperation.
He tried to put his hands on her waist to separate the clinging woman, but his hands only rubbed the warm skin, his determination faltering after feeling the toned curve of a female abdomen just after the disastrous outing of the day. It didn't help that his godmother was clinging onto him like a sloth, with her hands gripping his neck tightly and dragging it down while her body kept jerking and moving up and down in desperation, her clothed breasts mashed against him. Harry's hands slipped on her dress and came to rest upon those heavy jugs. The same heavy jugs that he had apparently nursed in his childhood.
Wait! Wasn't he in the middle of a serious case of blue-balls? His cock angrily jerked inside his trousers as if replying—Yes! Yes! We are deprived of our nourishment for long enough, so stop resisting your voluptuous milf of a godmother and give her the fucking of her life.
Why the woman who proclaimed herself his guardian and second mother, wanted to ride his broomstick so suddenly crossed his mind for once before he just went with the flow—it was inevitable, he guessed. The terrible experience of two French blond hotties was, of course, just an aberration and the world again made sense to him; of a married woman getting smitten by his unmatched masculinity.
He flipped his aunt's figure around and pushed her roughly against the wooden door that was behind him. His lips were rather static, but they came to life with purpose. His lips caught her lower, pouty ones in between them, and dragged it, munching and sucking on it with his heart's content. A loud feminine purring filled the empty corridor. Harry opened his eyes, which had closed during the encounter. His gaze slipped from the closed eyes of his godmother to the door behind.
533 — Nevile's room.
Harry tried to pull back. The thought of his godbrother catching them like that…Harry had no intention of finding out if Neville could summon that deadly-looking blade from his second year.
"You stupid boy! I have been wanting this for all this time and you…" Alice Longbottom panted. "How obvious I had to be?"
"And why did you stop now?"
"Aunty, umm," Harry hesitated, "We… are…in front of Nev's room."
His aunt let out the most girlish giggle that he had ever heard. "Afraid your godbrother might catch you with your tongue down his mother's throat? Catch you trying to shove the biggest fucking dick of the wizarding world in the place of his birth?
"W…What?" Harry asked, alarmed, as the woman correctly guessed the proportion of his endowment. He was sure Aunt Alice had never seen him naked during his stay here and she was also not in contact with his trouser snake currently, which was stiffening inside his pants. "How do you know that?" Harry should have felt pride at her admission but his mind was only filled with suspicion.
Harry was greeted with a shifty expression from her and a muted curse she tried very hard to hide. The expression jogged his memory to the not-so-distant past, of a similar expression on Ron's mother's face after she let out something she shouldn't know of.
"Umm…it's nothing, Harry!" His aunt tried to drag his head down and start a kiss again, which he resisted. "Lucky guess! After all, I did see you in your boxers that day."
"No! You're lying! I wasn't even half hard that day and there was too little light to see anything! Tell me! How the hell would you know about my dick?" Harry whispered but still held his ground, even though her huge jugs mashed tightly over his pecs as she tried to burrow her body into his, her legs crossing behind his waist like a coiled serpent.
When Harry continued resisting, she sighed, before perking up.
"You know what… I will tell you…but…but only if you stop being a limp pussy and give me the best dicking of my life."
Harry's eyes narrowed to slits. She might revert from her promise, but Harry had to take a chance. Once he could have overlooked it as a happenstance, but twice… now that he thought about it, Draco's mom was also barely surprised the first time his cock tore through his trousers that day as if she was expecting something similar.
Besides, he had two previous incidents of frustration bottled up, waiting to be unleashed upon a willing recipient.
Seemed like he had just found her.
"Aunty… You just fucking asked for it."
-oOo-
Anastasia Greengrass twisted the hem of her nighty, chewing her lips. She had only proposed the daring plan to Bellatrix as both were unfortunate enough to not have any encounter with Lily's son. But now sprawled on her given bed and fiddling with her wand she thought about the insane plan that she had concocted in a fit of inspiration. A plan that wouldn't have been possible without her being the Greengrass matriarch. Being the old traders and manufacturers of the potions and their ingredients, the Greengrass family had to fend off sabotage attempts from a lot of their competitors. Sometimes from their employees even.
A few generations ago the then Lord of the house devised a scrying charm based on the principles of Pensieve viewing, where they could monitor any suspicious employees from afar. Typically, the lord of the house was the only one aware of the charm as it was the Greengrass family secret, but her husband had taught her the spell because of his long absences.
Just an inward twist of her wand and a muttered spell, and the cream-colored wall of her room would turn into a live viewing screen. Still, Anastasia hesitated.
The abrupt departure of the blond with Harry from the park had upset Bella. Their impromptu detour had also made their other two companions wait for Bellatrix in the living room; most probably demanding an explanation from her. Should she wait for her before activating the charm?
But the main question was whether she would want to see Harry with another woman in a compromising position. She was pretty sure that was the blond's intention, what with their abrupt departure. As if she couldn't wait to stuff herself with some young cock.
That bimbo!
Was she ready to see the guy she had been dreaming about rearranging another slut's pussy?
She recalled the smug looks Andromeda and Narcissa had sent her and Bella's way. And the insinuations…
No! She needed to see for herself what awaits her in the future.
A series of images flashed through her head. Harry's massive cock pounding into a tiny, barely used mature snatch, his muscled body spasming as he experienced the ultimate pleasure on top of her body—every sinew of that youthful body glinting with sweat as they brought each other mind-boggling orgasms.
With a stuttering breath, she held her wand aloft and twisted it, murmuring silently.
Color filled the empty and spotless wall as if an artist was drawing a masterpiece but with such speed, the painting was completed before she could take a single breath.
The first thing she noticed was the painting directly above the king-sized bed, with the streams and flowers unmoving—a clear sign of their muggleness. Not surprising, considering they had already guessed their blond adversary's blood status.
The bed itself looked plush and luxurious, covered in velvet sheets — its bedhead, an expertly carved and painted mahogany showed that the room certainly belonged to someone well-off.
Her eyes roved all over the wall, searching for her query on the empty bed. Had she miscast the spell somehow? She surely hoped not.
Just as the panic was settling in, the scene zoomed out.
"Gakkkhhh! Gakkhhhh! Gakkkkhhhh!"
"That's it! Choke on my dick you bitch of a godmother! Oh, or should I rather say whore mother?"
What!
She blinked. Surely she was hallucinating?
Down on her knees at the foot of the massive bed was a blond woman trying to stuff what was probably the biggest cock in the world. The problem was the blond kneeling didn't have straight, long cascading hair to her hips rather short bob-cut hair with the color all wrong.
"No fucking way," Anastasia whispered as the identity of the gagging woman became clear to her.
Alice Longbottom! The mother of the boy who lived and the senior auror!
Anastasia watched, shocked as the usually stoic auror shoved her fingers into her drooling cunt, with such a pace that she feared the lewd sounds of a churning pussy would blast her eardrums even though the charm could not transfer any sound only visuals. Her unused pussy spasmed as she took stock of the impressive young wizard who was standing in front of the large-titted auror, controlling her head's movements as he fisted her small blond locks in his powerful hands. The Greengrass matriarch blushed as the veins on the young wizard's forearms protruded, a clear sign of Lily's son's savagery. The lust-crazed auror was put in her place as her mouth and lips were utterly wrecked by the boy she had become smitten with, whose towering physique took her breath away, her nipples stiffening just looking at his focused eyes. Her earlier wonderment slowly turned into ugly realizations.
Of course, now everything made sense. The aloof auror never had any plan of bringing Harry here for her son's improvement. She brought him out of Lily's reach, in an altogether different country so that she could fuck around with her godson.
Godson… Her pussy dribbled just thinking about the added taboo. You Longbottom slut! Lily trusted you to look after her son and care for him in her absence not to spread your legs and invite him into your dirty hole.
She remembered the few times she had tried giving fellatio to her husband. So, so different from this.
Her mouth produced a ton of saliva as if she was next in line to get destroyed by the mammoth mockery of male specimen.
Her hand slowly crept over her thin sleepwear, her fingers toying with the perky nipples of her large bosoms as she enjoyed the scene in front of her eyes, wishing that was her in Alice's place.
"You slut! I told you to wait for me!" a furious whisper from the door of her room jerked her out of her fantasies and she gulped as a mussed-haired Bellatrix tumbled inside her room, closing the door with a loud bang. The crazed Black sister's eyes quickly found the scene playing on the wall and Anastasia groaned as Bella let out a loud shout.
"Fucking hell!"
-oOo-
A few minutes earlier.
Molly Weasley, Narcissa Malfoy, Andromeda Tonks, and Amelia Bones. Harry realized that all four of them had something in common. All of them were very close to his mother and him. Had been close to their family from his very childhood. But certainly not close enough like the woman who was physically glued to his body currently.
Alice Longbottom. His godmother.
Unlike the muggle world, the denomination of a godmother didn't come that easily amongst the magicals. You had to perform a blood ritual and swear and do a lot of stuff before magic would accept you as the godparent of a child in the absence of its parent. To think the bearer of such sacred responsibility would paw at his clothed cock like a horny groupie and he the heir of the ancient Potter house would let her—Oh Harry! How far you have fallen.
Harry remembered it wasn't long ago that he resisted vehemently against a stacked redhead named Molly's, advances, sure of his moral values and duties. Not that it helped on that occasion. He dredged up the same principled teachings of his mom, hoping that the good little Harry Potter was hidden somewhere, deep inside his heart. He opened his mouth, sure that doing dirty things with his godmother would be the line that his conscience wouldn't let him cross. Yeah, like it ever stopped him from defiling others.
Faster than he could open his mouth, his godmother Alice shoved him inside her bedroom and closed the door behind him with a loud thump. Harry winced, praying that the sound wouldn't somehow permeate to the next couple of rooms and inadvertently snap Nevile wide awake.
A small smile bloomed on his face. His godmother didn't seem to care in the slightest about the ruckus. Harry allowed himself to relax a bit, curbing his previous aggressiveness which seemed like an open invite for the busty goddess as he was slammed against the just-closed doors.
Now that they had dragged themselves back into a moderately bright place, Harry finally got a good look at his godmother. His eyebrows climbed steadily higher as he admired the way her stiff nipples pebbled at attention, visible beneath a small thin top that was more suited to a girl of his age. His eyes got stuck as her top was tied above her belly button, the shadow of a toned stomach barely hiding the panting blond's drool-worthy womanly body.
Harry quickly reversed their position, pinning the curvy blond against the door, and grabbed her perfectly cut blond tresses, jerking her head backward.
No point in playing the reluctant teenager—His horny conscience supplied, he was already in the deep end, anyway. The only thing that remained was to fully fucking give in.
"Tch… I should have realized all that grabbing and monkeying around on the bed was just to get your whore cunt stuffed, huh Godmother?" Harry growled out, yanking her hair back and exposing her pale neck. Shoving his legs between the gasping blond's thighs, Harry began grinding his knees directly against the panty-covered pussy of his godmother, bashing his hard kneecap against her protruding nub through her skirt. His knee getting a workout, Harry leaned ahead and nipped at her pale neck harshly, drawing a gasp from the blond. Throwing caution to the wind, Harry Potter nipped and suckled his aunt's vulnerable neck, leaving tiny red marks that persisted through his tongue's soothing touch.
"Harry…Love…ummm…" whined the Longbottom matron, not even pretending to break free of his stronghold. Harry wondered if her being the infamous auror for a couple of decades would have been helpful in somehow overpowering him. Most probably not.
Harry just smirked in response to her mewling. His grip on her tresses tightened even more as Harry took hold of her flimsy top from the above and with a rough tug, wrenched that wretched piece of clothing away, scattering the straining buttons all over the floor.
His eyes dilated as the blond's achingly stiff nipples greeted his eyes. No bra? The young wizard marveled, his voice deepening involuntarily.
"You…you…I bet you haven't even packed any of your bras for the journey. Do you? What did you hope? That you would bare these cow udders to me and I would want to go back to the old ways? Huh? Would want to put my lips on them for old times' sake?" Harry growled. His lone hand itched as he stopped it from mauling his godmother's pair. "Maybe slide my dick inside their valley? My big, fucking dick—Which you have somehow become aware of!"
Harry didn't even hear her response. The way her nipples got even redder without his touch just confirmed what he had already guessed.
That his godmother was an eager, dick-gobbling whore!
"The entire week wearing lesser and lesser… I bet you were lying in the bed with a soaking wet cunt, fantasizing that I would turn over and mount you like the bitch you are!" Harry growled as he lost his fight against his strange breast fascination, tweaking one of her nipples, drawing a sequel from her. A filthy, raunchy smell assaulted his nose and Harry didn't need to be a genius to figure out the source.
"Well, guess what, the reality will be ten times better than your fantasy but for that, be a good godmother and take responsibility for making my dick rock hard," Harry said, knee still bashing against the squirming Alice. "But geez… no need to spread your filthy musk throughout the entire building. Some limp Frenchman would probably get the wrong idea and come here to take a turn at your whore cunt."
The blush that spread his godmother's features at his disparaging remarks didn't surprise him. He had already got the measure of what kind of raging slut his godmother must be.
"No… I'm no..t…" Alice whimpered. But her actions were completely opposite, widening her stance and thrusting her breasts forward. Harry rolled his eyes as he could physically feel her wishing him to get even more dirty and he did just that. He pressed further against Nev's mum, his emerald eyes boring into the sky blue of her which had almost encompassed her white sclera.
"Just listen, here," Harry glared. He let her abused nipple go in favor of reaching up and taking hold of her abused neck. "You will get on your knees, fish out my cock and try to swallow every fucking inch like the thirsty bitch that—"
Harry hadn't even finished his command when his godmother finally proved that she could have put far more resistance against his manhandling. She slithered out of his grip and kneeled in front of him, hands tugging his trousers button while almost knocking herself out as her head banged against the door behind.
She had already unbuttoned his pants and was tugging the zipper down when Harry took hold of her blond hair in a firm grip, stilling her into inaction.
He backpedaled, forcing her to stumble and crawl on her knees before stopping in front of the bed.
"Will you look at that? The famous British auror going gaga over a schoolboy's cock?" Harry said, snorting as the blond was entirely focused on the shape of his dick, eyes almost blank to the outside world. Though, with a rough jerk of her head, she blinked toward him, some lucidity returning in her eyes. "As I was saying before you jumped into action, after I have hosed down a pint of my baby batter down your throat I will rearrange your guts, thoroughly, and you will confess to every secret that you are rearing in your devious, little heart—how's that, my dear godmother?"
Harry watched her half-lidded eyes widen before a full-body shudder raced through the blond's frame. Her naked breasts juddering, her entire frame quivering, Alice Longbottom nodded her head.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Harry had to take half a step backward as his godmother almost stumbled forward in her hurry, hands shaking as she fumbled with his zipper. Though Harry couldn't see from his position, he was sure the liquid splat that his ears picked up must have been her slutty juices seeping from her core and puddling on the floor.
His normally sweet and prim godmother managed to undo his zipper causing his trousers to slide down his muscled legs and pool around his ankles, where he kicked them away. Harry was waiting for her to tug his boxers down as well but as he watched, his godmother seemed to lose herself in the fucklust, burying her nose in the straining bulge, snorting his manmusk, almost fainting after a long inhale. She shoved her cute button nose under the straining fabric, nuzzling his dick like a newborn kitty. One of her hands crept inside her skirt and Harry could just hear the slow 'slick' as a finger penetrated an overflowing milf pussy.
Using her free hand to grab the elastic waistband right above Harry's cock, Alice began pulling the material down, tugging at the cotton in an attempt to free her prize. She slid her hand into her panties and slowly drug her middle finger down across her hypersensitive cunt lips, causing her hips to buck forward involuntarily. As she was teasing the singular digit into her burning fleshy center, Harry's massive dick suddenly sprang free from its cotton prison, catching her across the cheek and drawing a delighted squeal from her lips.
Harry again felt his godmother's lust skyrocket just by the crazed grin across her face and her increased panting. She seemed to be delighted to get whacked by his meatpole. Harry thought to take some initiative back and wrapped his hand around her shoulder-length locks while holding the base of his cock with another one and with a purposeful swing gave her a loud 'slap!' across the face with his huge purplish helmet. Another swing and another slap and the precum congealed around his rotund dickhead splattered all over the cheeks of his godmother, who instead of being angry was trying to reach her cute, pink tongue across and lap at all the viscous fluid smeared on her.
Harry tugged at her hair. "It's like I haven't even seen the real Alice Longbottom, huh? All those motherly smiles and hugs, now look at you—nothing more than a cock starved bitch. Now open your mouth a bit wider… a large, round 'O'… Yes! That's it! Spread that fucking mouth pussy wide open for your dear godson!"
The earlier painful churn inside his balls returned with a vengeance as his godmom opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, her large, titillating boobs bouncing a bit, nipples stiff and ready for some love, sloppy fuckhole squelching with a disgustingly loud sound as fingers dove in and out and her eyes—fuck! The blues of them impossibly dark; pleading, begging him to shove his cock down her throat and paint it white.
And like the best godson that he was, Harry took hold of her head tightly and plunged her throat directly onto his enormous dick almost as if a sentry was shoving his sword inside his sheath. His robust thickness poked and prodded against her sloppy throat, making his godmother's eyes water as she choked and gagged and wretched against his oversized prick. Harry groaned. Enjoying the sensations of her throat immensely.
Still not as good as a few hours ago…
The thought hadn't even fully formed when Harry gritted his teeth and purposefully held her blond head with one of his unyielding hands, not letting her go even when she reddened like a boiled lobster.
Harry would have felt bad if not for the movement of her hand underneath her skirt which grew fanatical with the increase of her sputtering and choking, revealing the increase in her arousal.
What a slut!
Harry wondered if he had dragged his godmother down the lobby and asked her to ride him in front of the entire contingent of the dueling participants whether she would have shown any resistance to his demands. Not that he would do that. He liked Nevile just like a brother. Just not enough to stay away from his ridiculously hot mom.
Just because his godmother had turned into this cum-thirsty harlot, he would not take advantage and ruin her reputation in the wizarding world. Even if the conniving auror might deserve it.
No…He would do everything inside this room, saving Neville and his family's reputation.
Laughing about his absurd thoughts, Harry stuffed exactly half of his cock down his godmother's gullet, exactly the same length as his previous partner. Finally, his godmother seemed to have reached her limit as she turned her panicked eyes on him and begged him with teary eyes for mercy. Harry sighed. Stop thinking about Lisa!
Harry's fist slackened and he relented his tight grip, almost apologetic about his earlier action, but his godmother was still not done surprising him. Instead of her backing down and withdrawing, Harry almost shouted out in surprise when the fuck-crazed blond gulped and tried to shove even more down her throat.
What? She was begging for more?
Harry threw his head back and let out a demented laugh. His eyes glinting dangerously.
His godmother's slimy cavern pulsed and undulated around his cock, sending pleasurable shocks throughout his body. Alas, even a slut like Alice Longbottom seemed to have her limit. His godmother finally pulled her head back, a dozen strands of throat slime, and his precum clung onto her puffed-up lips, clinging from his dickhead to the pink, gasping, swollen petals. Harry already aware of the slutty potential of the blond, wrapped his fists around her bob-cut hair and…
"Open wide… yeah just like that…"
"Gakkkhhh! Gakkhhhh! Gakkkkhhhh!"
"That's it! Choke on my dick, you bitch of a godmother! Oh, or should I rather say whore mother?"
The blond's hand became a blur, fingers quickening, a lewd, wet symphony spreading throughout their bedroom along with the smell of an overheated, thirsty muff.
His godmother's fingers visibly quickened as Harry slid his cock inside her mouth with savagery. Harry could almost anticipate the eagerness her pussy would show while swallowing his dick.
"You know…" Harry started. "This kind of slutty desperation doesn't come from nowhere." He moderated his shoving a bit, though not by much. "Why do I get the feeling that Neville will be very upset by what his mother gets up to in her spare time?"
His blond, big-chested godmother's eyes widened as she tried to shake her head, still slurping his knob like a round, fat lollipop.
"Don't deny, you whore! I could feel your experience just by your enthusiasm!"
Harry reached down with his other hand and threaded his fingers through Alice's hair, which was in complete disarray by now and doubled his pace again, thrusting in and out of Alice's squealing mouth like a beast.
"No worries. Let's see if a shameless witch like you can drink every single drop of my cum. Widen that sloppy throat and claim your reward, you have earned it, my lovely whoremother!" Harry grunted and forced an even greater amount of dick inside her esophagus, ignoring her watering eyes and snot dribbling from her nose.
And as Harry held his mother's best friend in place and shot rope after rope down her no doubt sore throat, the shameless excuse for a witch came with the force of the full steaming Hogwarts Express, squealing, crying, spasming, buckling and still drinking down every last morsel of his boiling hot jeez with apparent relish.
-oOo-
"Morgana's hairy cunt! Alice is getting stuffed!"
Anastasia squeaked in amazed awe, having almost forgotten the presence of her co-conspirator in the room. Her neglected cunt throbbed with need as she saw Harry's huge balls jump around in their leathery shack as he hosed down the poor auror's throat. Even the few inches that were outside were twitching like mad, no doubt trying to suffocate her with just thick seed alone. A weight settled beside her and by the harsh breathing, she could understand Bella was also aroused out of her mind. Just like her.
Anastasia should be the controlled one, living a far less hedonistic lifestyle than Bella—But patience fled her like boggarts before laughter; the sight of Lily's hunky son with his massive, drool-worthy dick wrecking a fellow witch and a blond and busty one like her…
Her hand went straight inside her knickers, twisting her stiff nipples through her nighty along the journey, before she swept the flimsy garment aside, rubbing angry circles around her burning clitoris. She watched openmouthed as Harry still kept thrusting inside Alice's mouth, before finally pulling out of the abused witch's throat, cock not seeming to have gone soft in the slightest.
"Ahhhh!"
A needy moan escaped from between her biting lips, eyes transfixed as the huge, pillar of flexing teenage cock almost made her pass out.
Anastasia cursed herself. Foolish! If only she had thought to pack her trusty dildo for the trip then she could have… She shook her head. First one, then two, and finally three of her long fingers went inside her dribbling pussy. Anastasia panted, just imagining her fingers as Harry's dick, trying to generate a similar force which she quickly realized was futile.
Damn it.
Finally, she lost her patience with a whimper, her remaining two fingers of the left hand joined their sisters inside the moist cavern, a pained gasp then…
"OOOoooo…"
Yes! She would shove her whole fucking arm if she had to. She wanted…no! Needed to feel something similar in size before she lost her mind in the animalistic haze that had fallen over her mind. Blood pounding inside her ears Anastasia sawed her hand in wanton lust, trying to force her unyielding pussy to accommodate her entire hand first.
She was too into her activity of preparing her pussy muscles for future gymnastics thus when hot lips attached to her collarbone from her left she almost jumped out of her skin.
Hands stalling, but heart thundering a mile, Anastasia turned toward the lady Black, eyes slitted.
"What's the meaning of this, Bella?" She angrily hissed. Or she tried to. But one hand inside her wafting cunt and another rubbing her areola over her dress, she might not have come across the most intimidating to the brunette.
"C'mmn Ana. I wanna fuck." Bella panted and Anastassia could see her own naked desire reflected from Bella's violet orbs. "Please…I want to feel another person. Even a witch would do. I know what to do. I have done this before."
Anastasia blushed at Bella's insinuation. She would be lying if she hadn't though about experimenting with a witch before. Especially as she was surrounded by such beauties. But she had been to chickenhearted to propose the plan to Viola Davis, her best friend or her primary target, Lily.
Her eyes once more found the visage of Harry and Alice in the screen before she turned around and faced Bellatrix. Bellatrix seemed to have not been idle while she was pleasuring herself as Anastasia could see the discarded camisole on the floor with the brunette's large, gravity defying orbs similar to her own, hung from the smirking woman's breastbone.
She was chewing her lips, too aroused to think about the ramification of making love with a witch when Bellatrix seemed to have taken her hesitation as permission and like a lioness lunging at her prey, swooped toward her. Anastasia's eyes widened briefly, a moan of protest leaving her lips before she was silenced as Bellatrix clamped her lips over hers.
The feeling of soft and pillowy lips so different from the thin and most of the time chapped ones from her husband sent a trill of forbidden pleasure at the base of her spine.
She was just coming to terms over the fact that she was kissing a woman when hands yanked her nighty past her bulging breasts before two impatient hands started mauling her sensitive mounds. Her sudden cry was cut off as Bellatrix took advantage of her open mouth shoving a long tongue down her throat.
Anastasia was just withdrawing her stilled hand from her weeping pussy, intent on sinking her fingers on the busty Black sister when a clapping broke through the silence of their bedroom.
She sprang apart from Bellatrix almost tumbling out of the bed in her hurry to get away from her moment of weakness.
"Narcissa, can you believe it? Our sister and friend have chosen to be with each other, leaving us with the full responsibility of Harry." Anastasia winced as the smirking figures of the Black sister loomed over the doorframe, with Narcissa standing behind the eldest.
"Andi…wait here… that's not what it is. We are not leaving any damn thing and certainly not for you hussies—" Anastasia was thankful that Bella wasn't as mortified as her.
"It certainly looked like a passionate embrace. And Bella, you will have our full support if you finally decide to settle down. Even if it's with a witch." The Greengrass matriarch covered her naked breast with her arm, especially as both of the Black sisters stalked inside the bedroom with identical smirks.
Anastasia's eyes flitted from one sister to another, mind blanketing, searching for an excuse as Bella's spluttering reached her from beside. And Judging by the predatory smile of Andromeda, she was far from milking the situation for all of it's worth. She glanced at Narcissa pleadingly before doing a double take as she saw Narcissa gaping at the wall opposite of the bed, eyes wide as saucers.
Oh Shit!
"What the fuck is this!" Anastasia could readily admit that she had never seen Narcissa so furious and neither had she ever heard her shout that loud.
The shout also dragged the only unaware witch's attention toward the happening on the screen, as shocked gasp the only sound that left the eldest Black sister's open mouth.
"So this is what you two were so secretive about?" Anastasia gulped before meeting the cringing eyes of Bellatrix. "Care to explain, dears?"
-oOo-
With a satisfied sigh, Harry came down from his long overdue high. But still the night was far from over. Harry offered his godmother a hand up and hauled her to her feet after her permission.
Harry caught the stumbling woman in an embrace, both calming down from the roller coaster of emotion. Looking down, Harry barely stopped himself from grinning goofily as his godmother gave him and honest to Merlin proud smile as if he had won the house cup singlehandedly.
Maybe it wasn't something that went along his tough guy persona during the sex but Harry leaned down and gave a small peck on the lips of his tired godmother, not caring about the taste of jism that must have seeped into her very being.
"You know Harry, not everyone can remain celibate like Lily." Alice Longbottom said, a grin spreading across her face at his puzzled look. "Don't be mistaken, ordinary witches like me do have desires."
Harry's brows scrunched, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's just you insinuated I am a whore." His godmother shrugged. "I am just a healthy adult witch who sometimes indulges, unlike your mom." Harry didn't like the smirk that tilted her lips. "Maybe if she had accepted some of her admirers offers' then she wouldn't be so tightly—"
Harry couldn't help the ugly feeling that welled up inside his heart at the thought of his innocent ( and gorgeous) mom doing something like this…
"Shut Up!"
Harry quickly shed his nice guy attitude. Sluts like this just don't appreciate it.
He had already stepped back from his godmother's embrace but without wasting any second he took hold of her waist and picked her up like a sack. With her busty body in his arms, Harry turned around and dumped her on the bed causing the bedsprings to creak out loud.
Alice Longbottom got on her hands and knees and was on the verge of crawling to the middle of the bed but one hand of his in the middle of her back stalled her prowl. Crouching forward Harry flipped her flimsy skirt upward as it draped over the small of her back before thinking better of it and tearing it as well. His hands palmed the pale fleshy globes of hers, massaging her asscheeks with strong, sure hands—pushing each cheek apart then slapping them together.
Alice moaned and mewled, on her hands and knees, presented like a bitch in her heat. Harry's electric touch was sending dewy pleasures through her entire body, tingling her spine and making her lightheaded. Or maybe that was from choking for so long. She stopped thinking and just enjoyed the sensations, hands, and upper body collapsing on the bed, with her naked tits pancaking and bulging sideways. Alice felt her cunt trickle its horny juices nonstop—the thought of her godson's cock that had already made a mess of her throat doing similar to her mature pussy and splitting it in half for the rest of her life made her drool over the silky sheets. She felt his thick fingers wedging inside her knickers, creating undue pressure onto her pink, thirsty lips before a tearing sound reached her ears and she could feel the empty air caressing her wet, labial lips and red, horny clit.
Harry, for a moment, thought about bending down and munching on the delectable-looking buffet that his godmother's mature pussy presented before him before he thought better of it. The slut's disparaging remarks about his perfect mom helped to douse his desire to perform cunnilingus on the blond in a heartbeat. Now the only pleasure she could expect was from her womb wrecked. His eyes turned to slits.
Alice had just gathered her breath back from the lull in the action before she was suddenly yanked backward, two hands pushing the mid of her back leaving only her ass and pussy raised above the bed. "Harry…whaAAAA…." She let out an ear-bursting shriek as her godson pushed his too-fucking-massive cockhead up against her sloppy fuck hole and shoved more than half in a single thrust. His hands wrapped around her slim waist, taking hold of her as if he owned her, and then…
Harry forced the angry purple bellend into her his godmother's eager cunt, loving the way the delicate skin around her pussy lips stretched open, trying its best to accommodate his ridiculous girth and just managing it by hair's breadth.
Face plastered to the bedsheet, eyes rolled into her head, Alice was too busy to think about keeping her voice down, not even remembering if she had cast the silencing charm around the room or not. Her cries reverberated around the walls, coming back and hitting her eardrums with even more fervor. "Ahhhh! You fucking BRUTE! Morgana's cunt Harry, it's too fucking BIG! It'll never fucking FIT! Take it out! Oh, Merlin!" She cried, but her heartless godson seemed to brush aside her plea for mercy.
Even though Harry could identify the slight hitch in her voice, he had enough experience with female innards to know when a witch's pussy muscles contract around an invading rod with such pressure. And of course, Harry could also feel that she was trying to force her hips back, which only remained unsuccessful as he was holding onto her waist. His godmother seemed to shout one thing but wanted another thing. So Harry went with her heart's wants, which seemed to be silently screaming at him to destroy her cunt and ruin that slutty hole for every other man on the planet.
Harry put his back on his next couple of thrusts, feeling more and more of his cock entering inside her clenching hole causing him to grunt with his every breath. Harry felt he had finally hit her limit with his prick-tip bumping against a bony protrusion that must have been the cervix. He watched as just a few inches remained outside of her gaping cunt-hole, marveling at his godmother's ability to take so much of his dick inside her. This must be the most amount a witch had been able to take. Harry crowed mentally, thrilled about his recent accomplishment.
Enjoying the feeling of having most of his cock surrounded by velvety pussy-flesh, Harry pushed and pulled hurriedly, stretching out Alice's insides like nobody before had been able to.
Alice felt faint, her pussy about to burst open by the sheer pressure and the overwhelming ecstasy that Harry's monster forced onto her. Such was her pleasure overload that she drooled all over the bedsheet, wetting the material completely. Every second and with his every relentless thrust breathless 'oh!', 'mmm!', 'hnn!' escaped from her lungs. Her horny cries only egged the wizard above her, as she could feel him shift his position.
Harry smirked in victory as his godmother's cunt walls started to spasm and clench erratically around his cock, the sounds from her lips increasing in crescendo. His massive dome repeatedly bruised her innermost chamber, leaving its imprint on her cervix. That seemed to be what tipped her over the edge. The increase of wetness along her passage also helped him in continuing his rapid thrusts not caring a bit if her orgasm kept going and going. If anything he planned to make the orgasm so long that she would be begging him for a reprieve.
Harry shifted back from his thrust and hunkered down on his haunches, dragging his bestial length halfway out of his godmother's clenching pussy. He released his hold of her waist, instead, he leaned ahead and took hold of her shoulder in a vice-like grip, pushing against his hold and forcing her even deeper into the mattress. Harry's muscled ass flexed, and with the new angle of pining his dick downward toward the upper roof of her softly spasming pussy, he slammed into her cervix again.
Alice's back arched against his hold, head lifting up as she tried to turn around, but his grip was so strong and the pleasure was so abrupt that she stared straight ahead, barely recognizing the unmoving painting above the bedrest. Her mouth opened and her whimpering tapered off, turning into loud screams as she thrashed her head back and forth as Harry repeatedly kept shoving his dick. Her slow tide of an orgasm fanned into a tsunami of pleasure instead of tapering off, pushing her mind to the brink of oblivion.
Harry's furious rhythm never once slackened, the force of his thrusts would have pushed her forward if not for his firm grip. Harry saw both of her asscheeks had become red as a peach, both undulating pendulously with the rhythm of his dick's thrust. The faster his pace became the louder her godmother shouted, her cunt also convulsing furiously trying to milk his cock for all its worth. Sweat dripped from Harry's forehead as his hips blurred, not caring if his carelessness gave Neville a surprise ten months down the line.
Harry could feel himself nearing his limit, his balls twitching, signaling the rapid eruption of his boiling-hot jizz. Without breaking his stride Harry corkscrewed the flinging form of his godmother on his pistoning dick, her front flushed as she thudded back to the mattress now on her back. Harry's ferocious thrusts caused her giant udders to swing around her chest and Harry couldn't help but follow the large pink nubs' path. Even though her mouth was open in a silent scream and eyes rolled inside her head, the moment Harry fell over her body from his haunch and assumed the missionary position, her spasming legs lifted and crossed behind his buttock, locking him against her body.
A slut's instinct… Harry gave a mental snort.
His orgasm imminent, Harry put his hands around the swinging breast and pushed both together, smashing the orbs against each other while both the nubs almost touched each other at his every savage downward thrust.
Harry's mouth watered and he dived down, taking both the nipples inside his mouth and suckled them together with a vengeance, his dick quivering as his godmother's limp hands came from nowhere as she caressed the back of his head as if encouraging him to keep nursing her milk tanks.
"Yea…h…Jus.t Like…That…." A hoarse voice breathed from above. "Shame there's no milk anymore!"
The burning, wet cunt of his orgasming godmother along with her depraved words were finally enough as his cock and balls jumped and writhed and he could practically feel the jism climbing from his scrotum and leaving a burning trail in its journey to the urethra.
"Unghhhhh…"
"Hnnnnngggg…."
Harry could feel his godmother shiver and quake beneath his form as his hot cum splattered directly against her womb and he himself almost cried in relief as his dick kept shooting wad after wad of smelly spunk for more than a couple of minutes inside his mother's friend.
Harry kept jerking above his insensate godmother until he could feel himself getting slightly soft, the loud thuds under hear breastbone almost lulling him into slumber. Finally, his godmother's breathing seemed to steady a bit and Harry got up from her body, sitting up but still keeping his soft but large dick inside the wet mess that he could feel dribbling from their joined sexes.
"You know Aunty… your acting of being fast asleep would have been more believable if you could wipe off that smug grin," Harry said, his perspiration and slightly heavy breathing revealing his recent exertion.
His godmother lazily opened her eyes, shadowed by the wet, messy tresses clinging to her forehead and nose, mouth carving into a full-blown smile.
"I don't think I can keep conscious that long, y'know." She mumbled, her hands coming to her belly, which Harry could feel a little swollen from all of his spunk.
Harry held back his victorious smirk with supreme effort. There was no greater pleasure for a man than seeing his sexual partner on the verge of blackout. And after the morbid couple of weeks, Harry needed a bit of self-boost.
"Hmm… Keep your exhaustion in check aunty, at least until you spill those secrets."
Harry's words seemed to jolt her back into alertness, even her dropping eyes widening slightly.
"What about tom—"
"Not a chance. If you want to sleep for even a blink then you are going to tell me all that you had been hiding. Or else I will keep fucking your sore pussy throughout the night and ruin it for real. Believe me, I can do that." As if Harry's dick could follow his vocal command, it started stiffening inside his godmother's sloppy inside.
And by the gasp of alarm that she let out, her godmother also seemed to realize that.
She took a deep breath before sighing and shaking her head. "All right, Harry. Just don't freak out, ok?"
"Why should I—" Harry's eyes crossed as a wand appeared in his godmother's hand from her invisible Auror grade holster (that Harry was incredibly jealous of), before his eyes crossed. "What the—"
"Commeminitum Totalum!"
Harry felt like someone had taken his broomstick and whacked him in the head a dozen times at least. A searing pain bloomed behind his forehead but with each hit his brain almost seemed to jolt back, putting bits and pieces of events that Harry had no recollection of.
"Good afternoon, boys!"
His disgruntled self trailing behind his so-called friends hoping to escape from their presence.
"Now dears, why don't you all come here and stand in a line in front of us as well?"
His mother's gorgeous friends greeting him and the other four and forcing them into a line. And then…
His beautiful, innocent, flower-like mother staring at his dick in utter fascination, spellbound almost drooling into her blouse.
"Mom! So good!"
Her perfect, pretty lips spread around his girth while she choked around his cock with a watery smile
"Mmmpphh! Mmmpphhh!"
"Gakkhh! Gakkkhh! Gakkhhh!"
His most precious person descending into utter madness, with her perfect round breast bared and slaving away at his sodden cock with utter devotion.
"Stop that! I don't need your help!"
"Come on, Lily. It's been over thirty minutes, let me help you."
"No!"
His mother and Molly fighting and glaring at each other both fighting and pawing at his cock before settling for their halves.
"Just fucking look at this! All five of us could jerk this monster at the same time!"
"Mom! Aunt Molly!"
And finally, his cock glazing his mother's perfect breasts and mouth with an inordinate amount of cum and she licking it like the creamiest desert.
No, It can't be…
Even though he knew the recollection charm cast by his godmother should indeed bring forth any obliviated memory from his psyche, Harry still had trouble acknowledging the memory as real rather than his fantasy turned too vivid.
His mother… she couldn't… she couldn't be the wanton sl…slut that his memory showed.
His mind raced furiously, connecting dots that were previously hidden behind the veil of obscurity.
"Apologize!"
"Harry!"
The sound of another beautiful witch rang like a gong inside his head, with each reverberation mixing the blond's beauty's voice with his mother, even though there must have been some charmwork involved.
Finally his mind conjured the happenings of the same day—from the curve of Lisa's her lips to her perfect little nose. From her straight hair through styled differently to the perfect pair of round breasts that seemed to call him like a siren's song. And finally, the image of Lisa, kneeling there, snorting his musk and burrowing his cock inside her bosoms…
His recently recovered memory hammered every single details of her mom inside his mind which he couldn't help but connect with the woman whom he had tried to fuck just that day.
Lisa…is mom…Mom is lisa…
"Li…MOMMMM!" Harry's shut eyes opened wide as his cock which had grown to his full must, somewhere down his memory lane, suddenly started spewing a fresh dose of cum inside his groaning godmother.
"C'mmn Harry… Even my contraception potion would fail if you keep filling me like that."