A Trip Through Time Part 2

With his hands tucked behind his head, Harry reclined on a bed that looked very out of place among its surroundings. You didn’t often see beds inside greenhouses, after all. Not even Professor Sprout had been crazy enough about plants to go that far. 

But the bed that Susan had placed in the room wasn’t for sleeping closer to her plants. It wasn’t for sleeping at all. It was to accommodate their guest.

Harry looked down at the two women making passionate love to him as he lay on his back. Mirabel and Susan both had their mouths pressed to his nipples, nibbling with their teeth. They were completely naked, as was he, with their assets mashed against his abs. They were both holding onto his dick, Susan’s hand above Mirabel’s, stroking him in sync.

He groaned, removing his hands from behind his head in order to pet their heads. He knew Susan loved gestures like that. Mirabel liked them even more, apparently. When Harry’s hand ran along her head, she immediately squeezed her thighs together and moaned quite loudly. 

Susan let go of Harry’s nipple, which had small bite marks around it now.

“I think she liked that,” Susan said in a dry voice.

“You think so?” Harry asked.

“Just a hunch,” Susan said.

“You both are teasing me!” Mirabel said, lifting her head and giving them a soft glare.

“We are,” Susan said. “But we don’t mean anything by it, Mirabel. Here: let me apologize.”

She leaned over Harry’s body, her mammoth mammaries sitting like warm boulders on his stomach, and caressed Mirabel’s head, pulling the other woman in with one hand. The two of them kissed, Mirabel’s own big boobs also resting on Harry’s body. Their stroking of his dick hadn’t stopped throughout all of this, still jerking him off with a hand each, and when it was combined with a view like the one Harry was getting… Well, he couldn’t help what happened.

His cumshot hit the girls on the cheek and the side. A good amount of it even got into their breasts. They pulled apart, looking down at themselves, then at him.

“My, SOMEONE liked our apology, Mirabel,” Susan said. “We should play nice more often.”

“I think I’m always pretty nice,” Mirabel said, sounding hurt that Susan thought otherwise.

Susan looked over, tilted her head, and sighed.

“I’m trying to do dirty talk,” Susan explained. “I want to get Harry excited.”

“Oh!” Mirabel said. To make up for missing queues, she did her best to join in now. “Yes, Harry, ummmm, I’m so nice! And… And you like that, don’t you?”

It sounded like a genuine question, so Harry said, “Yes, Mirabel. I do.”

Mirabel looked genuinely happy.

Sighing with an affectionate smile, Susan took Mirabel by the hand. She pulled her down toward Harry’s crotch, placing them on either side of him. Susan whispered some things and moved Mirabel into position. When Harry saw what they were getting ready for, his jaw dropped.

This time instead of their mouths, it was their breasts that the buxom redheads made kiss. They pushed their mammaries together from opposite sides, totally enveloping his dick in titty meat. You could barely see it sticking out, and the boobs were so warm and soft that Harry felt like his dick was going to melt the way a popsicle would on a hot day.

“And now Mirabel, you move like this…” Susan said.

With his wife in the lead, the two of them started moving in sync the way they had while jerking him off with his hands. Plenty of the cum Harry sprayed on them had run down their breasts or dripped off of their face, collecting in the crack between their breasts. It made Harry’s dick feel sticky and even warmer. Eventually, the girls used their mouths. 

It was Mirabel who actually initiated this. Harry didn't think she was even thinking about pleasing him. She just saw his dark pink tip sticking out of their cleavage and couldn’t resist getting a lick in. Susan promptly joined her. The women licked and kissed him from either side. 

Eventually they got so engrossed that they were pretty much kissing each other again, just with Harry’s cockhead partially in the way. Harry started to buck his lips slightly, thrusting into the titty job from below.

“We’ve got him excited,” Susan said, a saliva trail connecting her mouth to Mirabel’s.

“Susan, who wouldn’t be excited by something like this?” Harry asked.

“Dumbledore,” she said immediately. “He was chasing the other team after all, right?”

Harry grimaced. “You’re not wrong, but I didn’t need to be thinking about the old man right now.”

“Ooh, sorry baby! Let me take your mind off it,” Susan said with a giggle.

Her tongue attacked the slit of his dick ruthlessly. She ran her tongue back and forth over the rougher numb of skin, stimulating him to no end. At the same time, wanting to feel useful, Mirabel moved her tits faster than she had been, molding them with extra urgency.

Harry planted his hands on the bed beside him, squeezing the sheet and forcing himself to keep his breathing measured. He did his best to think about anything else, the way he always did while trying not to cum.

“Do you think you two might be related?” Harry asked.

Looking at them on either side of his dick, it suddenly seemed very plausible. Not only were their tastes the same (both of them being herbology professors) but there was obviously the hair. And the tits. Even their faces had a minor resemblance.

“I’m just a muggleborn,” Mirabel said, answering first since her mouth was empty.

Before adding her two cents, Susan’s tongue finished with a flourish. She flicked it from one side of Harry’s slit to the other, then ran it all the way around his glans, and even temporarily put her lips over his whole tip. Harry’s attempt at a distraction was rendered useless as this pitched him over the edge.

“Harry, I’m a pureblood,” Susan said. “We’re at least a little bit related to basically everyone.”

His wife knew him well. She’d seen that he was stalling, and she had no interest in being denied the reward for her work. But she had plans for his cum. Not only had she set his orgasm in motion before answering him, Susan immediately grabbed Mirabel’s head, moving her breasts out of the way and shoving Mirabel down.

Without any warning, Mirabel was caught off guard. Susan only forced her about half of the way down Harry’s dick, so that he was barely sticking into her throat behind her mouth, but the suddenness totally shocked her. Her arms waved around in the air as if she was swimming. Harry’s tip spewed his cum, and Mirabel was left to try and swallow it all. She did her best, but it was a losing battle. Plenty squirted out of the corners of her mouth, and a little bit even ran out of her nostril.

When Susan allowed her up, Mirabel panted. When her mouth was open wide, Harry could see little specks of his cum stuck around her teeth.

“That was too sudden!” Mirabel complained.

“Sorry,” Susan apologized. “But you looked VERY hot.”

Immediately, Mirabel blushed. “Oh! Thank you…”

“You’re too weak to praise,” Harry said, pushing himself up. “And it’s way too cute.”

He pitched his weight on top of her and they tumbled down onto the bed, Mirabel on her back and Harry above her. She looked up, nervous… but excited above all.

“My turn to be a little bit active,” Harry declared. “Try to stay conscious.”

“Of course I won’t pass out—” Mirabel’s voice cut out as Harry thrust into her.

It had been one week since the first time that she climbed through the portal and joined in on their fun. Across that time, after getting thoroughly by Harry every single day, she wasn’t in the midst of a dry spell anymore. The days of her cumming to every thrust were gone.

Now, she only orgasmed about once every thirty seconds.

“It’s big!” Mirabel moaned, hugging Harry’s broad back and clinging to him. “So big!”

“Too big?” Harry asked.

“No such thing,” Mirabel moaned. 

Harry blinked, then kissed her, pinning her head back against the bed. Once he’d thoroughly enjoyed her tongue, thrusting all the while, he pulled his head back.

“THAT’S how you talk dirty,” Harry said. “You’ve had it in you all this time. You just needed to not think too hard.”

Mirabel beamed at the praise, but her expression quickly turned slack as she climaxed. Harry felt the wet rush down on his dick. The sound of him penetrating her was getting moister by the second, sounding like throwing a soaked washcloth against a wall. Harry decided to pay Mirabel back for some of that loving he’d gotten earlier by biting her boobs and her neck. When he tugged on her nipple, her pussy got even tighter.

Susan reached over, petting Mirabel’s cheek with a supportive hand. Mirabel relished the loving touch just as much as she enjoyed the feeling of Harry on top of her. She really was a sweet Hufflepuff. Her kinks in bed amounted to going crazy for any gesture of genuine affection.

Oh, and she was a size queen. There WAS that.

“It’s coming,” Harry said.

He gave her ten more hard thrusts before he climaxed. Their orgasms synced up, Mirabel squirting on him while he painted her innards white. As soon as the climaxes faded, Mirabel’s limbs went slack. Harry pulled out of her and sat up.

Mirabel was on her back with her legs out at angles, her hands limp at her sides. After getting messed up by his massive dick, she had the dopiest smile on her face. Her pussy was leaking. Harry smirked.

Mirabel was always exhausted quickly when he went all out with her. She still wasn’t used to a man like him. Fortunately his gorgeous, skilled, and sturdy wife was on hand to pick up the slack.

Susan gave Mirabel another affectionate stroke on the cheek then focused completely on Harry. She bent down, running her tongue all over him to get rid of the residue from his orgasm and Mirabel’s. Harry groaned, which became a true moan when Susan deepthroated him once to finish the job. 

Harry’s balls twitched, wanting to fuck Susan’s suctiony moth until he came, but she only used it briefly.

“You know where I want it, honey!” Susan said.

Even if he hadn’t, she made it pretty obvious. She bent over on her knees, arching her back and lowering her head. She reached between her legs and spread open her pussy, inviting him inside. Harry didn’t hesitate to thrust right in.

Even when he got serious, Harry always kept things a little bit slow with Mirabel. It wasn’t that the other woman was weak in any way, just that she wasn’t quite used to a man like him.

Susan, on the other hand, was the only woman who truly was.

Harry immediately fucked her extremely hard. He held onto her hips, watching her ass jiggle. Susan Bones got a lot of compliments for her boobs, but that was only because they were so enormous. She had one of the best asses at Hogwarts too. You just couldn’t see it under unflattering robes.

The harder Harry fucked Susan, the more they moaned and yelled each other’s names. Eventually, Susan slid forward flat on her stomach, and Harry lay down on her back, still fucking just as fast. He twisted her head back, bending down so that they could kiss while he held onto her cheeks. Susan climaxed a lot less frequently than Mirabel, but hers were bigger orgasms. Case in point, when she came for the first time, she squealed and her whole body shook. Harry quit kissing her so that he could hear her mewling for him. Instead of her lips, he captured the side of her neck, leaving hickeys on it. 

“Please baby!” Susan begged. “I need it! I took my potion like a good girl, and I even got one for Mirabel so you could have your fun! So give me my reward! Cum inside me baby!”

When he was being asked so earnestly, it wasn’t like Harry could refuse.

He kissed Susan again. While their tongues rubbed, he creampied his wife until she was spilling, absolutely emptying his balls. After he stopped cumming they were still kissing in a sloppy way; very little technique involved, but a whole lot of passion.

Round two would likely start soon, but for right now all the parties caught their breath, Susan and Harry making out while Mirabel lay on her back and adjusted to the feeling of Harry’s semen squirming inside her. Harry recalled things he heard in his school days, and chuckled inside his head.

He’d known Hogwarts students were often full of shit, given the things they said about him, but if you ever needed another example, they insisted herbology was BORING!

Harry couldn’t disagree more. He couldn’t imagine anything more fun than an afternoon with the professors, just planting his seeds.