Milfs like it big
Chapter 23
Harry tch’ed waving the smoke away from the Tempus spell and frowned. Why was it that every time something great was about to happen, time seemed to imitate a snail?
He was sure that it was his third Tempus spell in just the last five minutes, and it was still not time for his nightly detention.
The black-haired wizard turned a page of the tome opened in his lap, the words flowing around his brain. He had already absorbed everything there was to absorb from this dueling compendium but it was better to revision once more, especially as he wasn’t sure how was he going to get his hands on this again from the forbidden section. Professor Black would not sign another permission slip, that he was sure of.
“Is that…Are you planning to go professional after graduation?” Hermione dumped her book bag on the table in front and squeezed herself beside him in the tiny one-seater.
“No. Not really.” Harry’s eyes were glued to the application of transmutation in giving sentience to an organic conjuration. “Why do you ask?”
“I am confident that only those pursuing mastery in dueling or preparing for the professional circuit would read that book.” Hermione snorted indelicately. “I doubt even the seventh years could understand most of the words written in it.”
“Just light reading, Hermione. Nothing more.” Harry said, turning another page.
The students scattered in the common room suddenly started hollering and Harry looked up as his godbrother shuffled down from the dorms, his round face getting redder at the attention.
“Attention, peasants,”
“—The boy-who-lived—”
“—The slayer of the devils—”
“—The player of the maiden’s—”
“—Sorry, sorry, veela’s heart is among us—”
“—Please show proper respect—”
“To his highness!”
Fred and George catcalled and hogtied a blushing Neville to a corner, grinning from ear to ear as every other wizard in the common room flocked there. Well, everyone except Harry.
“What’s up with Neville now?” Harry asked Hermione, looking on as every boy in the corner thumped the red-faced boy in the back.
“As if you don’t know.” Hermione huffed, crossing her arm around herself in a typical Hermione way. “You encouraged Colin to take pictures of them.”
Pictures of them? It took only a few seconds for him to realize what his bushy-haired friend was talking about. Harry sat up straight, glancing at his godbrother in alarm.
“Don’t tell me…they are still going on about that? I thought it was a good prank.”
“As if,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes. “That French girl won’t even come to the great hall nowadays, because of your so-called prank. What were you thinking, making everyone believe that there was something going on between them?”
“C’mon, Hermione. Neville was making goggle-eyes at her. I thought it will help him, you know…” Harry realized his stunt might have killed any chance his godbrother would have had with the gorgeous girl. And if that happened, then all of her attention would come back to…him.
“When’s your detention finishing? It seems to go on forever.”
Motherfucker!
Harry sprang from his seat by the fireside, giving a hasty apology to his exasperated female friend and dashed from the common room, climbing down the Fat Lady’s portrait and running through the deserted corridors.
Barely breaking his stride, Harry covered the distance from the seventh floor to the fifth floor, grinning internally at the sight of the DADA classroom door.
Today’s going to be the day. He promised himself. It had been more than a week and all Harry got was the glimpse of some cleavage, some side boob and the underside of some boob once. Not once he had seen the full package of Aunt Bellatrix and Harry would admit he was dying to see everything—all those delectable expanses of feast bared to his eyes. And he had just planned for that.
His mother’s surprise of his rising dueling skills wasn’t unwarranted, as he was inhaling every dueling strategy book there was in the library. And the time spent on practicing truly advanced spells and techniques—it was barely a matter of time before he surprised Blaise’s mom and completed the greatest achievement a wizard in the British Isles could ever accomplish—Seeing all three Black sisters naked.
A gust of air rushed past him as he stumbled barely a few feet away from the inviting door and his bag split open, dumping the three books inside on the stone floor with dull thumps. Harry pulled the split part up, brows furrowing to see a jagged cut running through the bottom seam.
Wasn’t the bag enchanted? He surely remembered his mother proclaiming so.
With a wave of his wand, Harry cast a silent reparo, closing the seam and pushing the fallen books inside before straightening from his half-crouch. He had barely raised his hand when a faint touch caressed his left elbow and Harry looked around the empty corridor, wondering if Peeves was nearby. Or maybe he was just imagining the professor inside touching him with her soft, dainty fingers. Her teasing fingers ghosting feather light scratches on his skin.
Harry shook his head, dragging his mind back into the game. If he remained scatterbrained because of his busty professor, his dream of seeing her naked would remain just that—a pipe dream.
It was time to make that dream a reality.
With a loud exhale, the young wizard knocked on the door, determination pouring out of him. Though that determination fled away when the door creaked open and he was greeted by not his DADA professor, rather her two sisters.
“Eh?”
“Hello, there, Mr. Potter. Ready for your detention with us?”
Harry’s brain scrambled as the aristocratic visage of Draco’s mother purred and beckoned him inside. Beside her, the eldest of the black sisters and the dead ringer of Aunt Bella, Andromeda Tonks, bit her lips, making an art of looking thirsty.
“EHH!”
-oOo-
“Where’s professor Bell-Black?” Harry remembered at the last second to heed aunt Bella’s warning and only call her professor Bella when no one was present. “How are you even in here?”
Harry was sure any parent couldn’t just barge inside the school grounds at their whims.
Then how had these two sneaked inside? Not that he minded the view. “Are…are those your sister’s clothing?”
That became apparent quickly, as they were wearing the same assembly of dark tops and leggings that Bellatrix Black wore for his detentions. But that would mean…
The two exchanged a significant look between them before the blond sister, Narcissa Malfoy, huffed at her eldest.
“Bella is currently…indisposed.” Lady Malfoy replied, her lips twitching. “And for our dresses…You have seen Bella in these clothes a lot, haven’t you?”
“Nothing like that.” Harry quickly thought of an excuse. They were probably aware of the special quality of the fabric currently adorning their goddess like bodies. “She just said the fabric is very comfortable on her skin.”
“Indeed. These are very comfortable.” Harry’s entire body got a jolt at the eldest black sister’s tilting purr. “Almost like they are not even there.”
That thought put fresh images into his mind and considering he had seen both of them without a single a stitch of clothing previously, his imagination this time had a lot of substance. He properly took in the pair of sisters—with Draco’s mother’s bright blond locks creating a sharp contrast to her all black attire. Bellatrix Black, being more well endowed than her youngest sister, had made the top looser on Narcissa Malfoy’s body. But on the contrary, the middle Black sister’s attire had certainly come short in properly encompassing the extremely voluptuous Andromeda Tonks, with her chest region bulging even more obscenely than his DADA professor. The nipples on the curly-haired brunette’s tits were extremely prominent and Harry could clearly make out the shape and the length of the pink rubbery nub stretching that black top, making his mouth water.
Bloody hell…He clearly remembered sucking those two nipples to his heart’s content. And the non-stop sex they indulged in for that blissful week… Damn it! He should have followed up with the freaky Andromeda Tonks after coming back from France.
“Forget about what we are wearing,” Andromeda chimed out, closing the door and warding it just like her sister had been doing it for the last week. “You should focus on what we are going to do for this detention.”
If only forgetting about their bodies was that easy. One thought made him extremely uneasy. He had had sex with both of the beauties standing inside of the classroom, and from his limited understanding of the female mind, allowing your previous girlfriends to spend time together was a recipe for disaster. Thank Merlin, these two were not his girlfriends.
Yet, he had done things with them that even traditional couples would have shied away from.
Another thing that gave him a bit of a comfort was that both were probably unaware about what he had done with the other. Surely sisters wouldn’t share about what they got up to in their spare time?
Then what were both doing here at the same time, wearing something that made them look like they were gagging for a repeat of his past performance?
And where in the fucking hell was Bella? Leaving him with her two sisters. Two sisters whom Harry would rather meet privately.
As Harry lamented about his apparent fate, both the sisters had come toward him and pushed him to a chair that they had conjured out of nowhere.
“You asked for Bellatrix’s whereabouts, didn’t you?” Harry stared up at the two imperiously standing witch, their hips cocked. “But before that, let us tell you a story. See if you can deduce where we are going with this.”
Harry gulped and just nodded at Andromeda’s command. Narcissa quickly took over from her sister.
“Imagine my surprise, when my long estranged eldest sister came back to my life and hinted at enjoying something that was rightfully mine.”
“Now, now, Cissa…there’s no need to become possessive…”
Harry’s heart missed a beat at the direction the conversation was going. No way they could know about each other, could they?
Narcissa snorted, before leaning over his sitting form, making his eyes go crossed as he decided whether to focus on her gorgeous face, her mesmerizing blue eyes, or some other place.
“Your mother, Miss goody-two shoes should have come to me and left you in my care, but what did she do? Leave you with my slut of a sister? And being the shameless cougar that she is, Andi couldn’t wait to pounce on you, hmm?”
Her blue eyes were like chips of ice, teeth bared and pink lips in a snarl, and Harry thought she had never looked hotter. He had a half a mind to taste those cheery lips again, but the anger in her eyes gave him second thoughts.
Though if they know about each other, then surely she would have known that it was him that instigated his encounter with Andi.
“Actually, Narcissa…I was the one who pounced on your sister in her kitchen.” Narcissa’s surprised look forced him to carry on. “But in my defense, I thought it was her daughter playing mind games again. I swear, I didn’t realize it was the real Andromeda Tonks.”
Narcissa sprang back and whirled to face her slowly reddening sister. “But…But…you said…”
Andromeda Tonks cleared her throat. “Let us not go there…We are supposed to be discussing something different.”
Narcissa hesitated before giving Andi a steely glare. “We will have a discussion about this.”
Harry gulped again when Narcissa turned back to him with all of her righteous anger focused and sizzling.
“Now I know about the nature of men, especially one as young as you. But shouldn’t you have come back to the woman who was the first to show you the ways of the female body?” Narcissa’s voice hitched. “You ignored the most beautiful woman you have been with for —” here she turned back and gave a challenging look to her sister. “—That.”
Harry looked down, ashamed. He admitted that he could have put more effort into visiting his previous lovers than looking for fresh pussies. And certainly, he should have tried to meet up with the woman who forced him to submerge in the sea of carnal pleasure.
“Actually, Narcissa, you weren’t…” Harry trailed off, barely stopping himself from blurting out the name of the woman who took his virginity for real.
“I what?” Narcissa squinted, looking at his panicked expression.
“Oh, sis. No need to be angry. He just probably stopped himself from saying that you weren’t the most beautiful woman he had been with.”
“No. No. I wasn’t…”
“C’mon love…no need to be shy now. Everybody knows the truth comes out ahead of lies.”
Harry was sure death was upon him, as the temperature of the classroom dropped a few degrees. Narcissa’s expression had stilled, and she seemed more like an exquisitely carved statue rather than a full-bodied witch.
“After all, did you forget about who he spent an entire week with?” Andromeda gloated on her sister’s stunned face, thrusting her chest out and pointing out the one area where she had her youngest beat.
“That’s it, you fucking whore! Fuck it with your plan!” Narcissa Malfoy’s anger seemed to explode in a single burst and she entered her sister’s personal space, their nose almost touching and their tits mashing against each other. “I dare you to say that again!”
“Say what?” Andromeda Tonks seemed unbothered, but Harry realized the busty brunette was subtly pushing her chest into the blonde’s slightly smaller ones, as if trying to displace her sister with the might of her tits. “That I am the most beautiful among us. That I certainly am the most well-endowed among us. Or that I have, no doubt, given Harry more pleasure than your unexperienced self could even dream of.”
Narcissa Malfoy huffed at her sister’s diatribe, glaring at her blood with murder in her eyes. Before she changed her focus and stumbled his way, looming above him.
“You! Decide now! Who was better?”
Harry had heard his mother mention a few times that you have to face all the consequences of your wicked deeds in this life. He wondered why didn’t she mention it would happen this soon.
Chucked into the direst horns of the dilemma, Harry stared stupidly at the fuming blond and the smirking brunette, his thoughts running a mile a second to find a way out of this mess.
Naming one of the two would be the surefire way to lose his balls at the ripe age of eighteen and the way both were looking at him expectantly, he was sure they wouldn’t let him wriggle out of this mess without an answer.
When you have no appropriate answer…
“Umm… where’s professor Black? I have to go back to the dorm before the final curfew.”
“Did Bella also suck your dick?” Harry shook his head, eyes wide. “Then why are asking for her?”
Harry had no answer to that. Though remaining silent didn’t help his cause.
“Were you hoping to complete the Black treble? Is that why you want to see her? But bad news, love. She had schemed of playing with you for a long time before giving in.”
Harry choked on his saliva. “How…what are you talking about?” Sure, Harry had this hunch that aunt Bella would follow her sisters, but to hear that out so blatantly…
Draco’s mother gave him a dirty look before she turned around and waved her hand at the corner of the classroom. And revealed…
Holy mother of Merlin!
The world famous duelist, the lady of the prestigious Black house was tied to her own chair, her hands and legs tightly bound by thick knotted ropes and a ball-gag stuffed into her mouth which Harry realized had become wet like a bar of soap from her dripping saliva.
The most captivating part was that she had no clothing at all on her.
Harry’s eyes drank in her spread apart legs and thick, pale thighs tightly bound and tugged upward. Her huge milky breasts were squashed together, the long brownish nipples raw and hard. A small buzzing sound came from the vicinity of her shaven nether lips and his dick twitched after seeing a snitch like object floating around her clitoris.
Finally, Harry focused on her face. Her tear laden face, eyes wide and hair disheveled as she panted in her bind, contorting her body to escape her no doubt pleasurable prison.
Bloody fuck… His cock agreed, rapidly rising inside his trousers, creating a familiar sight for the other two sisters.
His own attempt of shibari was clearly amateurish, and he took note of the knots and binds. Who knew when the knowledge could become important and the expert application could fuel his own next attempt? Maybe even on Hannah’s jiggling busty body. Or… on the tiny little Greengrass.
Aunt Bella’s desperate moaning filled the air, and Harry squirmed in his seat, the constant sound feeding his arousal.
“Looking good, isn’t she?” Draco’s mother had never looked more unhinged as she cackled, pointing at the wiggling form of her sister. “How do you like your DADA teacher now, Harry?”
“Why?” Harry asked, even though he himself was enjoying the view. “Why are you doing this to her?”
“Why he asks…Didn’t you think it was odd for her to take this job? Or offer you an apprenticeship out of the blue?” Narcissa asked him. “Or her sudden appearance in the Ministry’s Ball that day?”
Harry swallowed his first response. Honestly, he was too busy to think through so deeply.
“This slut had been planning on seducing you during the detentions and finally getting herself knocked up!”
“What?” Harry almost stood up from his seat. The sudden stilling of Bellatrix Black couldn’t have been more incriminating on her part.
“Yes. We convinced this… this bloody skank that we were coming here to congratulate her and, with enough wine and some potions help, she blurted out every little detail of her plan. Do you know she had planned on drugging you with lust potion at the ball itself and force you to impregnate her with a spawn? Thank Morgana… she messed up.”
Him being a father? Casting his mind back, he realized he hadn’t for once thought about getting a woman pregnant, even though he had been packing every witch’s womb with his jizz, like someone had given him a job to repopulate the magical world. The only saving grace was all the older women were conscious about conception or he doubted he would have remained the youngest of the Potter family for long.
His breathing picked up, panic gripping his heart. Or had he already sowed his seeds in some older witch’s garden?
“Why did she want to get pregnant?” As much as he loved the process of making a woman pregnant, he wasn’t sure that he was mature enough to be a father. “She already has Blaise.”
“Why indeed?” Narcissa snarled, glaring daggers at the wide-eyed culprit. “To force you to marry her! Why else?”
Marriage? Harry would be lying if the thought wasn’t enticing. Seeing that bastard Blaise’s face when he realized who his new father would become was reason enough, but the thought of having one of the most beautiful milfs as his wife hit every one of his weakest nerves simultaneously.
No sneaking around to meet someone, neither looking over his shoulder for some husband to come for his head whose wife he had unknowingly boned. The more Harry thought, the better the idea seemed.
And Harry doubted he would find any older woman as beautiful as Bellatrix Black to agree to marry him. Sure, fucking girls his age once in a while was fine in his book, but if he had to settle down, Harry would damn well prefer someone way older than him, with a bodacious body and a sultry smile.
Just like Bellatrix Black.
After all, the only few witches who could compete with his professor in sheer desirability would be her two sisters, his godmother, Daphne’s hot mother, and finally Aunt Molly. Remembering about Ron’s mother made him flush, especially her extremely hot set of mammoth boobs and those freakishly dick-hardening inverse nipples.
Now that would be a wife that you can plan to breed an entire quidditch team with. Heck even, Mr. Weasley thought so.
But most of them were married, including the otherworldly veela, and Harry wouldn’t disrespect Neville by hooking up with his mother… well, publically at least. Behind closed doors, everything was justified.
The more he considered, the more enticing taking Aunt Bellatrix as his wife became. And she certainly seemed willing if her sisters were truthful.
“—maybe Lily’s presence.” Shaking his head, Harry focused on the last part of Narcissa’s diatribe.
“Pardon?”
“Yes, my sister was relishing one upping Lily and, as such, was dragging her plan, wanting to savor her victory over your mother. After all, it would be Bella’s ultimate victory over Lily if her son knocked up her nemesis under her bloody nose.”
His mother… Harry realized he had missed including a certain name from his most desirable list. Or more like purposefully omitted. His mind went back to France—to his mother’s utter worship of his cock and the extremely tight sheath he was almost on the verge of conquering. His overactive imagination ran riot, producing vision after vision of her under him, wreathing with pleasure, their identical eyes lost in passion. Their lips glued together, squished in a dirty embrace, all alone in their vast manor with no supervision. Of her retaking the job of Lady Potter and service the next Potter Lord like she had sworn. She wouldn’t even have to change her name…
His eyes scrunched, nails digging in his skin as he tried to banish those images and not succeeding at all…
Bloody hell…you bloody idiot! You are lusting after your own flesh and blood.
But won’t that be better? A dirty, depraved part of his mind supplied. No Snape like bastards bothering her, no fear of some asshole coming along and claiming a chunk of her affection. All her love, only for him. Just like from the very beginning.
His fingers dug into his fist, nails drawing blood as he finally flushed those naughty images from his mind with supreme effort. Casting his mind in the present, Harry noticed the huffing and red-faced blond still glaring at the tied up sister.
His DADA professor was steadily turning redder and the nipples of her swaying breast were so aroused that they seemed to sprout like a small twig from her goose-pimpled areolas. Before his mind went hayward and comparing those with the most beautiful redhead of his life, Harry raised himself from the chair and went towards the tied witch.
“What are you doing?” Aunt Narcissa asked, her voice strained from sprouting venom nonstop.
“To free her.” Harry turned to the gaping sisters and rubbed the back of his head. “I thank you both for looking after me, but I have already decided—”
“Decided what?” That was the eldest Black sister, her words suspicious.
Harry ignored them, going to his professor, and looked her in the eyes. “Could you postpone your plan to have a baby for a couple of years?”
The fidgeting witch’s purple eyes widened before she rapidly nodded her head, looking like those Japanese dolls that someone once gifted him.
“Wait! What?”
“I wouldn’t mind getting tied to Professor Bella.” Harry’s eyes roved over the said glowing witch’s body and he felt his dick reach its full mast inside the trousers. “She certainly has all the attributes that I would want in my wife.”
A muffled groan came from behind her gag and Bellatrix Black thrusted her chest and hips up, contorting her body like a gymnast.
Damn!
The object floating around her pussy stalled, but still Harry could smell the sodden hole, see the viscous liquids flowing from the pink lips. He had to have a taste…
“The hell she has!” That shout cut across his lust like lightning into the pitch black. “What about me then?”
Andromeda Tonks coughed. “I think you are forgetting our arrangement, Narcissa.”
“To hell with our arrangement!” Narcissa shouted over her eldest sister’s further protest. “And fuck with your superior attitude. You won’t get to be his wife before me!”
“Wait, wait, wait. Just wait for a fucking second. What are you fighting about?” Harry got the inkling, but surely he inferred wrong. They were seriously not fighting to marry him, were they? Surely he wasn’t that lucky son of a bastard?
“Can’t you see, love? I will make the best wife for you.” Narcissa batted her eyelashes. The effect, though, was slightly ruined because of her red face. “After all, unlike my sisters, neither was I married for decades nor I fooled around with every guy I fancied. I am almost as chaste as any newly wed bride.”
Andromeda Tonks came ahead, biting her lips. “Remember the time we spent together, Harry? How you took charge of me and throughly ruin me for every other male? How you bent me over the kitchen table, my married bed and even the bathroom. Why, you couldn’t get enough of me.” She pouted, a flush spreading along her cheeks. “I even divorced my husband after your departure.” Harry gaped at the shocking news. “Just imagine we reliving that week for the rest of our life, with you fucking my every hole at every chance. Won’t you like that, love?” Andromeda’s half-lidded eyes almost closed as she tweaked her nipples over her top. “After all, wouldn’t you like a more experienced woman rather that someone as good as a virgin?”
Even the gagged Black sister made some indecipherable noise, as if she wanted to present her case as well.
“I…Uhh…” Harry had trouble believing it was real, and he wouldn’t wake up just about anytime, with a sticky, wet pajamas.
The youngest of the witch present glided to his side, taking his arm and pushing it between her clothed bosoms.
“Just imagine you soiling me in front of all those stuck up Malfoy portraits, just like that day. You remember them, my love?” She nuzzled against his throat, inhaling his musk. “Did you see my husband’s face? It was like he was about to die a second time.” She giggled, licking the slight stubble that had developed on his chin.
Harry couldn’t recall seeing anything such. Only thing that was vivid in his memory was the lewd eyes of the female Malfoys.
A tug at his free arm and Harry turned to see Andromeda Tonks snuggling against him, her wild hair tickling his chin. Her larger busts entrapped his hand even more firmly, reminding him of the similar experience his dick faced a few times at her home.
“You remember my daughter, Harry? My brat of a daughter who you mistook me for and wrecked so…so… thoroughly.” The eldest Black sister daringly put her hand on his enraged bulge, stroking the round head over his trouser. “As her daddy, you could discipline her anyhow you want? My metamorphmagus daughter, unruly and rebellious, needs a strong, manly stepfather who would correct her naughty behaviors with forceful hands and a large stick. My daughter…who could change her appearance to anything…and anybody.”
Harry’s eyes widened like round saucers and even her youngest sister gasped out loud. But it seemed like former Mrs. Tonks wasn’t finished.
“Knowing how big of a slut she is, she would love to have you as her daddy. Wouldn’t you like to be that stepdaddy? A bombshell wife and a metamorph stepdaughter fulfilling your every whim and naughty desires?”
What was there to think? Harry started nodding immediately before Narcissa forcefully turned his head to her.
“Didn’t you have a crush on my Draco’s girlfriend? How about getting revenge on him by taking away his girlfriend? Wouldn’t you want that, stud? Me and Daphne worshiping your fat balls and letting you unload all that tasty jizz inside our stomachs.” The blond’s eyes were wild and Harry had the distinct feeling she was completely out of her mind. “You could even tie up my son and force him to watch. How about it?” She finished hopefully.
Wow… Harry lost his voice at the overload of emotions, mind overblown by one after another lewd proposition.
“Look at you, Cissa, wanting to make a cuckold of your son just to satisfy your hunger. To what depths are you capable of sinking?”
“Says the bitch who wants to bet her daughter’s body to get her way!”
“Still better than humiliating your own son.”
A verbal tennis match went on just below his chin and the insults got lewder and more innovative the longer it went.
“That’s it!” Narcissa Malfoy finally shouted, having had enough. “We will deal with this issue just like our ancestors did in the past.”
“By letting our wands do the talking.”
Blacks used to duel to decide who would marry a groom? Harry couldn’t decide whether he should be flattered by this unhinged sisters’ determination or spooked up about what his future held. Then his eyes fell on their bodies and all his hesitation evaporated. A bit of craziness was justified for all those mouthwatering curves.
“Wait! Where are you dragging me?” Harry panicked as they pulled his arms simultaneously.
“You will be the referee of our duel. And after I humble little Cissy here a bit, we will consummate our relationship right here, in this very classroom.”
“Dream on, old hag. I will fuck him over your defeated, broken body.”
“We’ll see.”
A furious gurgling came from their behind and Harry was about to turn back but both of sisters forced him to march on leaving a certain Bellatrix Black in her pathetic state.
Harry finally shrugged, his dick throbbing in his pants. The inevitability of being inside one of the sister made him giddy.
‘Just wait a bit, junior. You will get your permanent residence soon.’ Harry consoled his angry, weeping cock.
-oOo-
Harry’s eyes twitched as he stood aside and let the sisters duke it out for the last fifteen minutes. Thankfully, even cursing up a storm, both seemed to keep enough of their faculties to stay away from really debilitating magic, rather preferring to humiliate the other.
He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or fish his cock out and fap as the quarreling pair had inadvertently tagged each other with enough stinging charms to render them entirely naked.
Low growls emitted from them, and Harry’s hands quivered, eyes stuck to the bouncing pairs of tits, or the jiggling shelves of asses, moving in rhythm with them.
“You were always poking your nose in my business, Andi! Not anymore! You will not cross me after today.”
“Don’t worry, Cissy, I will let you watch and learn how to make love after I beat some sense into you. Going back on your promise…” Andromeda Tonks growled, panting, with sweat beading her pale face.
Harry was sure that wizards all over the world would pay their fortunes to get a glimpse of the spectacle in front of him, but he was getting restless, especially as his dick had been hard for the entire time after they started this clash.
Narcissa roared like an angry bull, weaving around the red streaks of a dozed stunning charms and tossed her wand aside. And then leaped.
Harry’s wand rose on its own, and he instinctively cast a cushioning charm behind the startled brunette. And not a second later, the leaping blond collided with her elder sister, their momentum forcing the pair to tumble on the floor.
“You…Cissy!” Andromeda pained moan filled the room along with the delighted cry of Narcissa, who, taking advantage of her sister’s stunned state, wrestled the wand from her limp fingers and pushed the brunette down with her weight.
She was just opening her mouth to gloat, probably thinking her sister was out for the count, when Andromeda Tonks shook her head and snatched the wand back from her sister’s hand. Harry knew his cushioning charm had already made the difference with the eldest sister nowhere near as stunned as she should have been without his help.
But looking back, Harry realized that his reaction had been entirely involuntary, his instincts coming to the forefront when he feared Andi was going to get seriously hurt by that fall.
Did that mean he preferred the eldest Black sister as his wife? He admitted except aunt Molly, Andromeda was the most well-endowed woman he had been with. And that was without taking into account her aristocratic beauty. Or that sheer hunger that she showed while he was living with her.
The potion’s side effect had made him extremely randy. That was without a doubt, and a woman who seemed to think any moment spent without his dick lodged inside one of her hole should appear more attractive in his eyes. Or was it just because he had spent the longest time with her?
What was the certainty that Narcissa Malfoy or Bellatrix Black wouldn’t be just as depraved as their eldest?
Had he already picked his pick then?
His eyes went to the pair, and he swallowed. Between his introspection, Andi had used her superior upped body strength to turn the table on the blond, pinning her to the floor. The brunette’s wand had somehow ended up way out of both’s reach and both of them seemed to have lost interest in the weapon, rather, trying to out-muscle each other with bodily strength.
With Andromeda on top, Narcissa’s chances were slim. And both seemed to have realized it, with Andromeda grinding her dumptruck of an arse over the groin of the blond and the said blond trying to wriggle out with her hands clasped over her head by her heavier sister.
Their transparent tits were touching, nipples swaying in circles as if they were the opposite poles of two magnets.
“Fucking slut, you were always ruining things for me. Always taking my things for yourself!” The blond panted from below, letting out a gasp as Andi pushed even harder with her arse, putting all her weight on her slighter sister.
“Its called sharing, sister. It’s what sisters do.” Andromeda gloated from above, enjoying the helpless squirming of the blond. “Unfortunately for you, there will be no sharing this time between sisters after your betrayal. Harry will belong to me from now on.”
“NGGH…”
Fucking hell, this was pure torture. Harry couldn’t wait anymore. Pulling his trouser down, he snapped the elastic of his boxer, coaxing his messy and red cock out. His fist flew over the angry veins, eyes locked onto the squirming sisters—from their gorgeous face to their huge breasts, all bared to his eyes.
‘Hurry the fuck up!’ He mentally argued, wishing one of them just submit.
But the blond was hell bent on not going down, continuing her resistance and slowly eroding the patience that Harry was dredging from the depths of his soul.
He could hardly wait to be inside the familiar witch and if she was serious about her earlier offer…His eyes closed as he now realized exactly how he would use his future stepdaughter’s talent for his benefit.
He hadn’t forgotten the embarrassment that the auror had put him through.
A soft rustling sound reached him from the back and Harry turned, looking around the space quizzically. Shaking his head, he focused on his future wife, salivating as Narcissa slowly seemed to lose her spirit, her flailing losing their ferocity.
Andromeda Potter. Even the name sounded regal. As it should be for his future wife. And considering his mother trusted her for his care, maybe he could visit during the summer. They would have to keep their relationship a secret. At least until he graduated, but after that…
The pace with which he was jerking his meat doubled, spurts of precum dripping from his dilated hole. His mind went to Andi’s daughter and the way she had taken the form of her mother. Could she take another redhead’s form?
A creeping sensation suddenly started from his neck, as if some kind of ant colony were marching in a straight line. His eyes snapped open, and he shook his head repeatedly.
“Yes, sis. Your fight is over. Now I am going to do so many things with my future husband and force you to watch them. How do you like your eldest sister’s gift?” Andromeda’s murmuring reached his ears. “You are going to join Bella and diddle yourself as I ride Harry’s gigantic cock. Are you going to be jealous of me, Cissy? For snatching away your toy, just like the old days?”
Harry’s eyes flashed, first looking at the bound form of his DADA teacher moaning pathetically upfront and then the two wrestling sisters who were talking like he was some kind of trophy to be won.
A small voice whispered that he should feel lucky if a woman like Andromeda Tonks wants him as a husband. But the voice was getting weaker, as if echoing from the bottom of a well.
“From now on, you and Bella will not even touch my husband’s hair, let alone his dick.”
Harry’s blood boiled at hearing that, an irrational anger taking hold of him.
Who was this slut to decide who would touch him or not? They were years away from getting married.
Married… the word sounded like ash in his mouth. Settling for just one woman and letting every other beautiful woman slip past by because you made some fucking vows. Harry again shook his head, the creeping sensation gradually waning. But the thought had gripped his heart. Especially as he looked at the other two gorgeous Black sisters and realized they would become forbidden as soon as he promised himself to Andi.
He looked at Bella’s manic eyes, her gaze fixed on his messy cock, to Narcissa’s resolute expression.
He then looked at his cock. Monstrous and intimidating. Never failing in making a woman go gaga over him.
He had no right to deprive anyone of this. Certainly not because of his future wife’s whim.
Lips curling into a grin, Harry shed his shirts, trousers and boxers. His eyes almost turned pitch black, pupils dilating and eclipsing the brilliant emerald.
‘Decide whom I can touch and fuck, will she?’ Harry thought. ‘As if there will be any brain matter intact after I am done with her.’
-oOo-
Andromeda would be lying if she said that she wasn’t enjoying putting her brat of a sister in her place. Honestly, breaking one’s given word must be the scummiest things a person could do and seeing her own blood doing it—as if she was just selfishly thinking about her own desires and not for the collective wellbeing of them.
Hooking up with a boy that young would bring a host of complications. His mother, being the first and foremost and wooing the redhead, would require calm heads to prevail. Not like the vain little Narcissa who just pretended to be an ice queen, but was probably the most irrational among them.
Even Bella had made a thorough plan to seduce Harry; a plan that she feared would have succeeded if Harry’s response was anything to go by.
Well, she couldn’t even criticize Harry for wanting Bella as his wife? After all, Bella was like a poor man’s choice in her absence. But now that she was here and with the betrayal of both of her sisters, it would be only right of her to hog Harry and his delectable endowment all to herself.
Narcissa froze underneath her, and Andromeda opened her mouth to gloat some more. The wide blue eyes of her sister and her gaze to something over her shoulder registered in her mind, before a furious tug at her hair made her jerk back, a grunt escaping her lips.
What…
She found herself forced to face the moderator of their duel. A very aroused looking moderator, if the humongous beast waving in front of her face was anything to go by. She bit her lips before staring upward, brows furrowing.
“Just wait at the front, Harry. I will join you after finishing with my sister.” She tried to shoo him away, wincing when he refused to loosen his grip.
“What are—MMPHHH!”
A hacking cough got caught in her throat as inches of arm thick cock suddenly forced inside her mouth, tearing her mouth’s lining and lodging inside her esophagus.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? Ordering me around?” Harry’s voice was deeper, his usual sweet shy hesitance absent. “Not even my wife yet and already trying to boss me? Huh? Think again slut!”
Both of his large mitten bunched around her curly hair and Harry shoved even harder, forcing her throat to accommodate another couple of inches of his punishing length.
“GAKKKKHHH! GAAKKKHHH! GAKKKHHHH!”
Andromeda teared up, feeling her brain rattling inside her head. The monstrous head bumped against her throat lining, trailing a burning sensation down. A few strands of her hair tore at his rough handling, black tears now freely falling from her eyes. Her eyes burned, the mascara she had put somehow entering inside. She blinked furiously, widening her eyes, trying to expel the irritating makeup.
“What? You still dare to glare at me?” Harry asked her and she shook her head, but with a more than half of his cock lodged inside her, it was impossible to convey her thoughts. “Maybe I haven’t been clear with my words. Let me say it again.”
“I. Will. Not. Be. Controlled. By. A. Fucking. Slut!” With every syllable he gave a solid thrust, emphasizing his words with action this time. Her eyes discomfort quickly went away, not because the mascara somehow evaporated, but the stinging of her throat made her overlook everything except the beating her delicate inside were subjected to.
He pulled her from her seat over her stunned sister’s form, backtracking and pulling her by the hair. She crawled on the rough stone floor, her knees scraping against the uneven surface. Making two ponytails of her hair, he hunkered down, making her moan at the impending torture.
“Get ready to take down my entire length, slut! This time, I won’t be satisfied until you have taken every single inch.” Her vision was blurry, but she imagined the young wizard glaring at her, his eyes glowing with emerald fire. The promise, though, brought along a wave of arousal. This savagery reminded her again why she had become so smitten with Lily’s son in the first place.
No one had dared to put a leash on her, treat her like a rag doll—an onahole for some selfish pleasure. Her husband treated her like a princess; as if she was some weak little girl made of glass. Well, that was before he gained weight and stopped treating her altogether. No one had the audacity to find out the brazed little whore just slumbering beneath the veneer of a respectable healer and housewife. Not before this young man came and use his gifted cock to make an honest witch out of her.
Her hand resting on her thighs rose, and slowly she placed them to this bulging, muscular thighs, rubbing the place absentmindedly.
“HAAAAAAAKKKKH!” Her eyes rolled back, tongue forced to the floor of her mouth, as Harry angled his hips and pushed, creating a clear bulge around her neck.
“Ha! Show her, Harry! Show that cunt her place!” Her sister’s voice came from behind her and she felt her kneel beside her. From the corner of her eyes, she witnessed the blond bitch panting like…well, a bitch, tongue out, eyes stuck to the portion of Harry’s cock still outside of her gob.
She wasn’t sure, but Harry seemed to heed her encouragement, his hips blurring. Her nails dug into his thighs as darkness crept into her vision, breathing becoming an issue because of his relentless savagery.
Animal like grunting came from above and the sound went straight to her womb, pussy churning as if her body was preparing after hearing a mating call of an alpha male.
So much of the cock ravaging inside her that his heavy nuts swung and slapped her under the chin.
“Just a bit more, bitch. Just a bit more,” Harry strained. “You are already doing better than what you did at your home.”
But Andromeda Tonks just knew that she had already reached her limit and anymore and she would black out, and that was after bragging so much about her skill to her sisters.
Talk about shame…
“I knew you would end her tyranny and pick me to be your partner. After all, the summer was supposed to be just between us, making love all over my house.” Narcissa said, shoving her hands down and placing her own palms on his thighs. “I knew you will come to realize who’s best for you.”
“Shut up!”
Harry’s cock suddenly vacated her throat, and one of his hand left her hair. Coughing, choking and taking gulps of air, Andromeda followed the sound of a whimper from her blond sister before her eyes widened to see her pretty face progressively getting closer.
“Quit your yapping and use that mouth to good use.” Came the grunt from above before her youngest sister’s lips collided with her open mouth. “You are no better than this slut here. Trying to manipulate me for your gain.”
“MMPHH…” Andi’s protest got swallowed by her sister, who had opened her mouth to protest similarly, their tongues mashing against each other. The eldest Black sister became red as a tomato, her sister mirroring her, both hesitatingly touching each other’s tongue.
Not like Andromeda had done nothing with a witch before. Heck, it wasn’t even the first sister that she had made out with. She had always felt ashamed after any news about Bellatrix being seen with some witch got published in the Daily Prophet. If only she hadn’t taken advantage of her younger sister that night…
Narcissa was a lot more hesitant, but she gradually coxed her, entwining her pink appendage with her and dragging it back inside her gullet.
The only remaining hand bunching her hair also went away, and with her eyes closed, she feared Harry would stop his domination of her hefty body. But she shouldn’t have worried…
A large mitten attacked her hanging breasts and by the sound that her kissing partner made, she could guess she wasn’t the only getting his rough treatment.
“Tch! This thing again? First your fucking sister teasing me with this thing and now you also…” Barely a second passed before the point of a wand pressed against her navel, cutting a straight line up and across the transparent top. Two newly made flaps flopped away and her gorgeously round and heavy breasts sniffed open air, barely getting displaced from their prominence on her breastbone.
The blond attached to her lips stiffen before two smacks echoed around the classroom, two painful groans emanating from their joint lips.
A painful jolt on her nipples forced her to disengage, moaning when hearty slaps rained down her breasts, turning milk white skin blood red.
“Look at the tits on you, sisters. And you want to keep one pair out of my reach.” Harry mumbled. “NO chance. No bloody chance! Every pair will be mine!”
Andromeda’s eyes widened, wondering if they had teased the poor boy out of his mind. Having blood journey southward for so long couldn’t be good.
Her moans joined her sisters as Harry’s rough ministration started on her breast. His fingers, nails and palms everything tried to capture as much of her titflesh as they could, mauling her sensitive flesh.
Narcissa bit her lips at the same ministration. Both of the sisters kneeled on the uneven floor, facing each other and getting molested by a horny young wizard.
“Don’t mind my hands. Return to your kissing.” Harry taunted from above, grinning at their guilty flush. “Keep it in the family, huh? Isn’t that the purebloods’ motto?”
His hands left from their breasts, and he forced their heads towards each other. Narcissa objected, shaking her head. “No! We aren’t that kind of family. I shouldn’t have…”
Andromeda kept her mouth shut. She had no leg to stand upon her sister’s argument. Certainly not after scissoring with Bella multiple times.
Harry snorted at Narcissa’s vehemence, giving a cruel smile Narcissa’s way, as if he knew some kind of dirty secret of hers.
“If that’s the case,” He pushed his humongous organ between the sisters, and forced their lips together. “Think of my cock as the barrier.”
This time, nobody complained. With their tongues hung out, and lips ghosting along the pronounced ridges, both sisters pounced on each side of Harry’s cock as if it was the tastiest pillar of a lollipop.
Such was the sheer size of Harry’s endowment that it encompassed her entire vision. From left to right, all she could see was a fleshy pillar so vast and so frightening that her pussy cried at still being deprived of this joystick. Her violet eyes met Narcissa’s wide blue ones, who was similarly taking their lover’s appendage with awe.
A sisterly understanding passed, and both went to the top of Harry’s Pillar, long tongues swirling over the rotund head that must be as big as an orange. A salty, thick precum entered her mouth, and a moan came from the very depth of her soul. Her nostrils flared, the pungent male musk and the thick after taste made her wet eyes even wetter. Her tongue collided with her sister’s wiggling one, and her eyes grew large when the blond whore scrapped out all those delicious nectar from her tongue that she was preparing to savor.
She leaned back, furious indignation flowed through her as she prepared to lambast the dirty cheater. But while she was collecting air in her lungs, her sister went ahead and gobbled the entire cock-head, blue eyes rolling in her socket.
That conniving bitch!
She immediately abandoned her plan, lips attaching to the back end of his gland and dragging the foreskin down, revealing an even greater amount of pink head. Immediately swallowing the congealed cum and sweat there, Andromeda followed a thick vein, running her tongue along with it.
Her copycat sister followed her move, her eyes curved up in a triumphant smile.
“Yes…that’s it! Rather than fighting, do something that you were made to do.” Harry moaned. “Like worship my cock.”
Worship—she would rather not define her or her sister’s action as worshiping. Snorting his musk, lathering all those red inches with their saliva and making his dick look like a glazed piece of enraged fuckstick; their deeds would be more akin to two junkies having their fill of sustenance.
Her hands rose, and she cupped one of his balls, juggling the scrotum in their sack. The anticipation caused a fresh dose of sweet nectar to flow from her aroused cunt, visible through the transparent leggings.
Narcissa’s palms joined in fondling his balls, both sisters rhythmically playing with their portion, pretty sure all those stored jizz would soon coat the inside of their of wombs.
“Yeah, play with my balls, make me cum. That’s the only thing you two could do without fighting each other.”
Narcissa’s impatience showed as she took off her lips and latched them onto his balls. Swallowing one nut inside her mouth, she tried to encroach on her territory, her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk.
She let her sister have the balls, focusing all her attention on his cock. Her mouth opened wide, and she forced the first few inches inside her gullet. The slippery cock’s journey inside her throat was smoother this time, assisted by the combined slime of Cissa and her.
One hand going to her cunt, she gave it a deserved pinch over the leggings. Her other hand held his cock’s base, trying to stuff herself without his prodding. But as much as she tried taking him to the base, the sheer size of his cock made the task impossible. Her eyes went to her sister, who was trying to stuff both of his nuts inside her cheeks and falling similarly to her.
“Useless…utter useless.” Harry snorted from above and she whined.
Backing up for just a second, she glared down at her pathetic sister, hand jerking his cock with all her might.
“Cissa…” she hissed, “come here and help me with this.”
With a pout, Narcissa pulled away from her effort, looking at the wet hanging scrotum like they had insulted her personally. The blond glared at her, mouth curling in a smirk. “Couldn’t handle him yourself? I knew you were making up all that stu—”
She shut her sister’s mouth the best way by angling Harry’s cock and shoving it in her pretty face.
“MMPPHH! MPPPPPHHHH!”
Narcissa was unprepared for the assault, flailing her arms as she held her head and forced her to engulf even more. Her sister’s blond hair was in a disarray, lips stretched and spittle dripping down the length outside of her mouth, but Andromeda showed no mercy, giving her the same rough dicking that Harry had dished to her.
But her sister turned out to be even more incompetent, barely taking half of his cock before choking, unable to take anymore, no matter the force she put behind her head.
“Useless…both sister’s useless.” The same echo from his earlier taunt came, and Andromeda’s ears burned in embarrassment.
Narcissa’s face turned blue, eyes rolling in their socket from lack of oxygen, and Harry, who was glaring down at them all the while, suddenly pulled his hips back.
“If I let you do all the work, I might have to stay here till tomorrow’s detention.” Taking hold of their mussed up hair in his large hands, he pushed them around so that both had to sit on their haunches, side by side. “Can’t even make me cum but still want to be my wife.” The disgusting snort from him and the humiliation caused her nipples to throb.
And positioning himself in front of them, he forced his sodden cock into her mouth suddenly, giving some harsh thrusts and guiding her head to give himself more pleasure. His hips rained down on her, giving some rapid pumps, and just when lightheadedness was creeping in her, he withdrew.
Huh!
“GAAKKKHH! GAAKKKHHH!”
The horrible retching from beside her made her realize what was his plan. A tug at her hair and her head was yanked to the side, again shoving that bitchbreaker inside her mouth and giving her sister a short respite.
Push…thrust a dozen times at breakneck speed, then pull and change the target…then repeat. That seemed to be Harry’s motto. His ecstatic moans expressed a level of pleasure that none of them had given him on their own.
With hefty tits bared, nipples and areola tightened at the added humiliation and pussy soaking through the leggings, the respected Black sisters sat there, allowing a wizard half their age, take liberty with their stacked bodies.
“At least you should be thankful that I was backed up.” Harry’s voice had roughened up, the deep baritone now fluttering in their insides. “And your bodies. Fuck! As bad as you are at sucking dick, your bodies are honestly too hot to resist for long.”
He was thrusting into her sister when his body stiffened up, cock jumping and balls churning, as Narcissa gave a guttural groan.
“Here it comes!”
Loud sounds of swallowing came from her sister, and Andromeda felt jealousy flaring inside her at the way her sister’s throat bobbed, a panic gripping her when Harry kept feeding her sister for over thirty seconds.
She had barely opened her mouth for a protest, when the spurting cock was pushed inside her throat, and she moaned as the thick, musky taste that splashed against her taste buds. She gulped and gulped, as if there were no end to his semen storage, looking up at Harry’s pleasure laden face in wonder.
So much cum…
Finally, after feeling like her stomach was about to burst open, the heavy splashing tapered off, turning into a small stream, before finally dying out. Last few drops splattered over her tongue and Andromeda had the shameful realization that her husband’s cumshots were less than that of Harry’s last few drops of offering.
And the less she thought about the thickness of the cum, the better it would be for her sanity.
Her squashed lips returned to their previous fullness as Harry pulled his hips back, his still hard cock retreating from her mouth with a dirty squelch.
She fell back, her head resting against the floor as she tried to digest all that jizz that he had packed inside her belly. Her sister gave a similar feeling of satisfaction, lying beside her, staring at the ceiling with a stupid look and rubbing her blotted belly lovingly.
“Whew. That was good.” Harry panted, looming above their vulnerable form. “Bet you sluts aren’t harboring those ideas of pulling me by a noose anymore, do you?”
Andromeda shook her head, chasing away the fog of satisfaction that was overtaking her entire being.
“Harry… You are still too young to be leading a relationship with someone like us…” Andromeda expressed decidedly, hoping he would understand it was for his own good. “I will need to guide you through, showing you the ways.”
“The lesson hadn’t yet sunk in it seems.” Harry’s face had closed off, lips moving as he murmured silently. “Still thinks she can boss me and turn me into those ‘yes dear’ husbands.”
“Not like th—” She was cut off as Harry bent down and hefted their exhausted forms on his shoulders like two sacks of wheat. “What…what are…you doing?” She gasped out, seeing his toned ass flexing from above as she was carried to the front of the classroom.
Seeing her sister similarly on his other shoulder didn’t help the issue.
Morgana…How strong is he? Carrying us like that without even stumbling once.
That realization gave a funny feeling in her stomach.
No wonder her ovaries were working overtime nowadays. After all, Bellatrix wasn’t the only Black sister who wants to be a mother of this stud’s future sprogs.
-oOo-
“Geminio!”
Two chairs appeared beside his DADA professor’s bound form and Harry didn’t wait, dumping the useless witches from his shoulders into them. Before they could get their bearing and sprout things like how he should become their willing toy and let himself be bossed around, Harry pointed his wand, mimicking the example in front of his eyes.
Thighs raised — check. Arms beneath the thighs, raising and exposing their whore cunts — check. Tight knots and thick ropes restricting every movement — check. Tits bound, making them appear larger — check. The wet ballgag — Uncheck. Harry would rather hear them admit their mistakes.
Harry’s brows furrowed as he stared at the still object over Bellatrix’s cunt. An enchanted object that Harry did not know to replicate. But their winged shape and quick fluttering gave him an idea. Two fuzzy things erupted from his wand after intense concentration. Their large wings, yellow black stripes and two long antennae were perfectly formed, causing him to smirk. Especially as he used the knowledge his mother imparted just last night, leaving a few surprises the sisters were bound to find out.
A keen buzzing flew to the panting sisters, his conjurations taking their proper positions. Before he could taunt those two, Bellatrix jerked open from her orgasmic stupor, watching them tiredly.
Harry leaned toward her, vanishing the ballgag from her mouth.
“You also want a sheep for a husband?” Harry asked seriously. “If so, you can join your sisters in their punishments.”
Bellatrix swallowed, wetting her lips. “I am nothing like those two control freaks.” Seeing his disbelieving expression, she was quick to add. “Why do you think I have such a bad reputation?”
Yes, Harry was aware his aunt Bella was something that could be called easy. But what that had to do with this?
“Finding a guy who will first take me to the town and then going to the town on my ass was such a chore. Why, I would have more success in finding a phoenix for myself with that much effort.”
“What about the potion and everything else?”
“How could I know you would agree so easily? I thought I will have to seduce you properly. And the kid was for… Lily.” She mumbled the last part, grinning shamelessly. “How was she going to refuse our relationship with a grandkid on the way?”
“You won’t decide who I want to meet and talk, then?”
“I think you are mistaken about me, love. I will scoop your cum out of a cunt if you order me to. Not the other way around.”
“Don’t feed his delusions, Bella. As big as he is, he is still a teenager. It is our duty to show him the path. Make him a proper partner for us.” Andromeda’s unnecessary suggestion rankled his feather. He mentally ordered his creations to sting her on her private part, before remembering that leggings were still on their bodies.
“Andi’s right. Don’t give him immoral ideas, Bella.”
“Immoral ideas? Don’t tell me you mean pussy eating?” Bellatrix cackled, before choking, mirthful tears running down her face. “Why don’t you ask Andi here? What is immoral and moral? After all, she was a fantastic cunt-muncher herself.”
“Andi! You didn’t!” Narcissa gasped from her chair, wiggling pathetically.
“Believe me, Cissa, you missed big time. She preferred eating sister’ pussies rather than some unknown sluts. Ain't I right, Andi?”
Harry’s stamina had barely waned at the earlier blowjob. But even if he was exhausted the mental image would have given him the stamina to match a freaking bull.
His wands flashed once, and all the ropes tying Bellatrix vanished. Blaise’s mother groaned, stumbling out of the chair and popping her joints noisily. His focus fell on the tied-up stoic eldest sister, who was refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. Narcissa herself was continuously wiggling, biting her lips as her pink nipples had taken pebbled shapes.
With intense focus he vanished just their irritating leggings, and immediately his conjuration honed onto their targets, as if justifying their names.
“What!”
“The fuck!”
Both sisters flinched simultaneously, looking down and blanching at the things that fluttered over their clits.
“Are these—”
“Asian Giant Hornets. Not only with extremely painful bites, but also with venom strong enough to leave their marks.”
“HAHAAA…..” Bellatrix guffawed seeing the terrified expression on her previous tormentors’ faces, running her hand over Harry’s back.
“Please don’t move too much.” They became as still as the stone gargoyles. “Getting bitten there…wouldn’t be fun.”
He intentionally withheld the information of them having no venom because of his intent or the complete control he could exhort, unlike any other conjured beings who follow their own path after getting disconnected from their summoning intent.
“How does it feel now, Andi, Cissy? So vulnerable, so exposed to the world?” Bellatrix mocked. “Does it feel good?”
Unfortunately for Bellatrix, her sisters were much more focused on their clits than her taunting. She didn’t take that bit of information lightly, stomping her feet on the stone floor.
“Damn it, make those things leave a little of their love, Harry.” Bellatrix ordered him, before flushing when he raised his eyebrows at the petulant demands.
“I mean… they…” she stuttered, but Harry had already realized she hadn’t been entirely truthful about giving him the proper respect he deserved.
An angry vein throbbed in his temple. None of these accursed sisters would stop treating him like a kid, it seemed.
He held her by the hand and pushed her forward, before putting pressure on her back and waist so that she was forced to bend. Her hands automatically went to her sisters, gripping the handles of the chairs tightly as her ass was presented to him.
“You wanted to win me through a competition, like a toy from a fair. But look how the situation had reversed.”
“I didn’t Harry. I ain’t with my—”
“Shut up, you bitch. I haven’t forgotten you trying to potion me.” His palm thundered down the pale asscheeks of the middle Black sister.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“UNGGGH!”
“And now we are going to have another competition. A competition to see who lasts the longest among the Black sisters.”
“What will the winner get?”
“Will the winner gets to be your wife?”
Two bound sisters asked simultaneously, their focus again on him. But Harry didn’t answer, just smirking at them, especially Bella, who had turned her head to see why he had stopped abusing her booty.
Harry rubbed the head of his cock against the flushed pussy of his professor, the sodden hole hot and slippery from so long of a teasing. Taking hold of her arse, Harry slowly entered inside the last Black sister. An ecstatic moan came from Bellatrix as her pussy lips clung onto his cock, slowly spreading apart at his pressure.
“It’s…It’s not… fair.” Bellatrix panted, violet eyes panicked. “I will lose for sure. Your cock’s too big.”
Harry laughed, finally commanding the hornets to go to the action. The slow buzzing transformed into angry ones and the fluttering of the insects’ wings was so loud that even Harry, standing there so far from the pair, heard it loud and clear.
“OH Morgana!” Narcissa was the first to break, lifting her hips when the hornet burrowed into her fleshy folds and vibrated into her pink slit. Andromeda’s teeth grinding challenged hornet’s fluttering, as she did everything to not emit a single sound.
Harry couldn’t have that now, could he? At his command, the one buzzing on Andi’s pussy lowered itself to it the red protruding nub and as Bella wanted, left a tiny… loving… bite.
“NO!” She thrashed into her binds, hyperventilating as panic gripped her. But even in her panic, her fat pussy lips undulated, as if they were about to ejaculate something from their depths. “Please…Harry…”
Harry shook his head, minding his own business as he forced his junk inside the left alone sister. Her pussy muscles gripped him with immense skill, the hot sheath closing around his pistoning cock periodically, then rapidly.
“Damn It, Bella! You know to work that cunt, don’t you?”
She just moaned at her reply, pushing her hips back and trying to reach the bottom of his endowment.
The moaning of the three Black sisters intermingled. With Narcissa, pleasure tingled with disbelief, Andi’s with embarrassment and Bella’s with sure ecstasy.
His hips slapping against Bella echoed around the classroom, quickly drowning out the moaning and the buzzing of the wings. Seeing his creations working so perfectly swelled his chest, and Harry urged them to flutter at their maximum strength.
New squelching sound came where his cock was entering his professor and the heat inside of the sizzling pussy doused a bit, as a cool sensation splatted over his cock and swinging balls. Bending, Harry saw a thick white liquid dripping from their joining, not only cooling the furnace but also making his journey inside her pussy that much easier.
Aunt Bellatrix pushed back with force, almost taking his entire length and Harry had to admit that of all the woman he had been with till date, nobody had twerked their hips such masterfully, squeezed his cock so purposefully, or creamed on his cock so abundantly.
But then the realization came of what she must have gone through to earn this skill, and his teeth bared at her behind.
A whore. A loose woman. An easy woman. That was exactly the description that would describe the witch he was fucking at the moment.
His mittens took hold of her wild hair and he bunched them into two ponytails, just like earlier, and dragged her head back. Her spine bent unnaturally, a pained grunt escaping her at the discomfort.
But the grunt was accompanied by a spurt downward as her pussy made ‘glop, glop’ sound, getting wetter and wetter with passing time.
Harry mentally commanded the Hornets to follow their instinct and revel in their savagery. He himself widened his stance. And started putting his full might in the next thrusts.
“Why does this thing feeling so good?” Narcissa choked, biting her lips as she closed her eyes.
“UGHH! FUCk!” Andromeda hornet seemed to realize that she was a tough nut to crack, giving a periodic reminder of its danger to her most sensitive spot.
Bellatrix, his dick’s recipient, unfortunately had gone completely silent, only her pussy making obscene sounds, swallowing his dick and a clapping sound coming from her front.
When he understood the claps were her tits slapping against each other in time with his thrust, Harry couldn’t help himself. His hips jackhammered, blurring, and the clapping only increased.
“Looks like you will be first, professor.” Harry’s voice broke, his own pleasure bundles stimulated, close to hosing inside his professor.
That seemed to jolt her off her funk. With a cry of “NO”, she pushed herself, her hands going for the upturned cunts of her sisters, which were also red and slowly undulating.
Bellatrix didn’t give the startled sisters any warning. She bunched her hand into two tight fists and started grinding them into their delicate petals.
Harry gaped, hips still thrusting.
“Bella…” Andromeda Tonks warned, her eyes rolling at the joint effort of her sister and the hornet which had made her clit its new nest. “I will kill you.”
“UNNGGHH!” Narcissa seemed way past her power to articulate, just making indecipherable moans and sounds at the added stimulation.
“I can’t lose.” Bella somehow gritted from between her teeth. “Not to you sluts!”
Harry thought about proving her wrong. His dick was already hitting her cervix in his inward journey, but his new determination allowed him to force the remaining portion.
“NO!” Bellatrix shouted. Her cervix pried open and Harry’s cock barging into her womb.
“NO! NO! NO!” Her pussy dilated furiously, his cock slicking in an out, flinging her fem cum on her own office floor. “I can’t cum first!”
And in front of Harry’s astonished eyes, Bella held her fists in front of her sister’s cunnies for a second, then thrusted into them into her sisters, burying them to her wrists.
“YOU FUCKING SKUNK!”
“BELLA, NO!”
Narcissa and Andromeda both stiffened in their binds, their mouth opened in a wide gaping ‘o’.
Fuck!
Harry’s scrotum jumped in their sac, dick fattening, and veins perking up as both of the Black sisters made an incredibly lewd face.
His backbreaking thrusts juddered Bella’s entire body, which, unfortunately for the catatonic sisters, forced Bella’s fists to move around inside their pussy.
“CUMMING!”
“MY Pussy is going to burst!”
“NNNGGH! YOU FUCKING WHORE!”
“BELLA!”
Four loud shouts gonged all over the DADA classroom, and Harry’s cock lurched, hosing inside his professor’s womb with impunity.
Her pussy’s grip got immense, and liquid dripping from her hole, making a complete mess of their groin.
Two bound sisters were equally in the throes of ecstasy, drenching their own sister’s hand completely with their sticky ejaculate.
He kept feeding the middle Black sister his semen, eyes closed and enjoying the sensation of creampieing another gorgeous milf. After almost a minute, forcefully pulling out of Bella’s messed up cunny, Harry stumbled back. The moment he released his grip on her hair, her head rolled around like a marionette without strings. Giving a smack to her bum, and not getting any response, Harry hefted the busty woman and laid her down over the table at the front. Her fat pussy lips were wide open and a feeling of immense pride flowed through his body as his ejaculate dripped like thick buttermilk from the messy folds.
She peered at him with half-lidded eyes, sheer exhaustion forcing her to lie there bonelessly.
“So who won?” Andromeda Tonks wasn’t in any better shape, but still there was a hunger for victory in her clever eyes.
“You all came at the same time. Even I didn’t think that would happen.” Bella’s underhanded tactic gave him a readymade excuse. “Not that it would even matter.”
“Why?” Narcissa’s blond hair was in disarray, but still she looked a million gallons.
“Because the winner would not have become my wife, anyway.” Harry’s semi-hard cock bobbed with his steps. And his steps were leading to the bound sisters. He stopped before them and plopped his cock over Narcissa’s leaking cunt. Thank Merlin, his creations had vanished by now. Even they couldn’t sustain himself before the Trainwreck that was a woman cumming. “You really think that slut like you deserve to be my wife? None of you deserve to be my wife, no one.”
Harry shook his head, looking around as a buzzing filled his head and wondering if the hornets were still around. Just a single thought dominated his mind.
They aren’t good enough to be my wife.
“So you just want to fuck us.” Andromeda’s tone was frosty as she asked that. “Fuck us and then discard us?”
“When did I say that?”
“But you just said—”
“I said none of you deserve to be my wife.” Harry nodded sagely. “But when did I say that you can’t become my whore?”
“What?”
“What audacity!”
“Three big-titted whores who will live to take my cock and produce a future generation of Potters.”
Harry hooked his aroused penis into the blond’s red cuntlips.
“Starting with you.”
He had barely entered inside the youngest Black sister when a loud knock came from the classroom door.
Harry held his breath.
“Professor Black, open the damn door.” Professor McGonagall’s call voice came clear and angry.
Three pairs of alert eyes and one pair of sleepy eyes stared at each other in utter panic.
Damn!