Hogwarts Adventure (Ch. 19)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

Hogwarts Adventure 

Chapter 19

The house was quiet in the morning, and a gentle beam of sunlight bled through the sheer curtains in the kitchen. Andromeda usually liked the early morning silence, but not so much this morning. The anticipation of what’s to come was driving her mad. 

Ted’s mug of tea steamed as he took another drink. Once done, he set the mug on the counter and walked to the front door. He stood in the doorway, adjusting his robes and staring at the day’s Prophet in Andy’s hand with the unhurried calm of a man who believed everything in life would continue exactly as it always had. He didn’t see the way Andromeda watched the clock, or the way she let her robe fall open just enough to show a hint of bare hip.

“Is there anything in there about the strike?” Ted asked, not looking up from the paper. The enchanter’s guild was pushing for better pay, and Ted thought they were just being greedy. 

“No.” Andromeda flipped to the next page, but she hadn’t actually read a word. She watched the minute hand crawl forward and ran her tongue over her perfect, white teeth.

“It probably won’t last,” Ted muttered, taking the Prophet from her and folding it under one arm. He leaned in for a kiss, and Andromeda leaned in as well, her lips puckered. Instead, Ted turned his head and went for her cheek. 

Andromeda let the kiss land, then wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her tits into his chest. The reaction was non-existent. There wasn’t so much as a twitch down below. He didn’t even react when she rubbed her thigh against his crotch. 

“I’ll be back late,” Ted said, his voice muffled against her shoulder. “Are you sure you’ll be all right here with the two of them?”

She smirked and bit his earlobe, hoping that might light a fire. “I’m sure I’ll find something to occupy myself.”

Ted nodded, untangled himself, and patted her on the shoulder. “Okay. I’ll see you later.” There was no fire. There wasn’t even a spark. Andromeda wondered if Ted was even really a man. 

She shook her head as he exited through the door. He walked off down the garden path, newspaper under his arm, oblivious to the storm that would hit the house as soon as he rounded the corner. The moment the front door latched, Andromeda’s composure fractured. She locked it quietly, then padded up the stairs in bare feet, every step making her heart beat a little faster. She paused outside Dora’s bedroom and pressed one palm flat to the door. She drew a shaky breath before turning the knob. 

Inside the room, the smell hit her first. It was the pungent odor of wet pussy, sweat, and the unmistakable scent of fresh cum. The windows were cracked, but the air was still thick with it. She opened the door a little wider and breathed in the scent. The smell of sex instantly made her pussy wet, and her nipples crinkle with hardness. Andy then pushed all the way in.

Nymphadora was on her knees with her face buried in the pillow. Her wide ass was high in the air. Her hair was a two-tone mess of shocking pink at the tips and purple at the roots, and her smooth body was covered in goosebumps. She whimpered and clawed at the bedding. Her eyes were hooded and lustful.

Harry knelt behind her, both hands planted firmly on her hips. His cock, which was as long and thick as her forearm, was buried to the hilt in her cunt. Every time he pulled back, her pussy clung to him, refusing to let go, and the lips stretched taut and shiny. He slammed forward, setting off a ripple in Tonks’s ass that radiated all the way to her thighs.

Andromeda watched, mesmerized by the sight, as Harry drew his hand back and landed a sharp smack on her ass cheek. The sound echoed in her small bedroom, and Tonks squealed, grinding back onto him with even more desperation.

Harry turned, caught Andromeda’s eye, and grinned cheekily. “Good morning.”

His casual confidence made her weak at the knees. She leaned against the doorframe, one hand sliding under her robe. Two of her fingers dipped between her own thighs. The fabric stuck to the wetness there, and she bit her lower lip, wishing it were her getting fucked.

Tonks didn’t even notice her presence. She was drooling on the pillow and moaning through clenched teeth. Harry didn’t stop or even slow down. He just kept fucking her with the same relentless rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass over and over. The sound was perverse, and it made Andy’s pussy tingle. 

He ran his thumb down the crack of her ass, pressed it against her tight, puckered hole, and pushed inside up to the first knuckle. The effect was instant. Tonks convulsed, and her whole body tensed as she shrieked and came. Her pussy squirting all over his cock and balls, and Harry just chuckled and smacked her shapely ass again.

Harry pulled out and was still rock hard. His thick, veiny shaft was smeared with Dora’s thick, white pussy cream. He gave Andromeda a look that said it was her turn. “Come here and clean me up,” he said in a deep, amused voice. 

Andromeda let her robe fall to the floor, exposing her nude body. She walked to the bed naked, not caring that her tits swung loose, or that her thighs were wet with pussy juice. Andromeda’s skin was flushed with arousal, and every inch of it prickled with anticipation. She climbed onto the bed and spread her knees wide, proudly showing off the glistening sheen of arousal. The dampness clung to her and trickled down the inside of her leg as she knelt beside Harry’s cock. It glistened with Dora’s juices and was smeared white with her cream. The smell was thick and heady, and it was so intense she swore she could taste it on the air. She then realized that half the smell was coming from her own dripping pussy. 

She leaned in and dragged her tongue along the length, starting at the base and ending with a lazy swirl around the head. Her tongue flicked at the slit before swirling under and tickling the ridge below. She then sucked the tip between her lips and worked it with her mouth. The girth was too much to take all at once, so she stroked the base with her hand, twisting in time with her mouth.

Harry moaned and gripped her hair with one hand. His hips bucked, but she kept him pinned, refusing to let him fuck her face unless she allowed it.

Tonks, still gasping from her orgasm, rolled onto her back and watched, her eyes glazed and lips parted. She reached up, grabbed Harry’s face, and pulled him down for a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled, and Tonks’s hands roamed his chest and stomach, tracing every muscle.

Andromeda pulled her mouth away and dragged her tongue down to his balls. She licked them clean, then sucked one into her mouth and rolled it against her tongue while she stroked his shaft with long, twisting tugs. Harry arched his back and groaned, and Tonks broke the kiss to watch with wide eyes. 

Andromeda went back to the head and worked it with her lips and tongue. She brought him right to the edge, feeling his cock swell and throb in her mouth, but just as he started to tense, she let go with a wet pop.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then crawled up to straddle him. Her pussy was already leaking and dripping fat drops of arousal all over his shaft. Her pussy lips were flushed and engorged, and she gripped his cock and slapped it against herself, coating the tip with fresh wetness. She teased herself by rubbing the fat head up and down her slit, pausing only to circle it around her swollen clit.

Harry grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks with both hands, and pulled her down until just the tip breached her entrance. Andromeda shuddered when she felt the cool air caress her puckered hole. She sank slowly, loving how her pussy stretched around his massive shaft. The sound of the wet squelch as her pussy swallowed inch after inch was utterly obscene. Andy loved every second of it. She bottomed out, and she squealed when his spongy head mashed into her cervix. Her cunt pressed flush against him, and she shuddered, rolling her hips so his head hit every spot.

Tonks propped herself up on one elbow, her face inches from the action, and watched as Andy impaled herself on Harry’s cock. She was fascinated by how much her pussy had to stretch to accommodate Harry’s impressive girth. The room echoed with the lewd slap of skin on skin, and Andromeda gasped and moaned with every thrust.

Andromeda leaned back, grabbed her tits with both hands, and started to ride, her ass bouncing in time with Harry’s upward thrusts. She was so wet it sounded like a pair of lips messily sucking on his cock. Every downward thrust was accompanied by the sticky, messy noise of her cunt sucking him in.

She looked over at Tonks with blazing eyes and saw the raw hunger on her face. “Come here, Dora,” she said, her voice laced with lust. “Help me out.” She bowed her back and thrust her chest out. Her nipples were stiff and standing at full attention. 

Tonks crawled forward until her face was level with Andromeda’s tits. She took a nipple into her mouth, sucking hard and flicking it with her tongue. She reached down with one hand, found Harry’s balls, and squeezed them gently, massaging and rolling them in her palm. They were completely coated in Andy’s juices.

Andromeda rode him faster, grinding down with each stroke, and chasing her own orgasm with single-minded fury. The pleasure built until her whole body shook uncontrollably. She came with a loud cry, her pussy clenching so hard it forced Harry out of her in a rush of wetness. The shaft slipped free, glistening and coated in cream, and it bobbed against her thigh.

She collapsed forward, pressing her tits into Harry’s chest, and shuddered through the powerful orgasm. Tonks hovered over them, her face flushed, and her eyes hungry for more.

Harry just grinned, his hands still gripping Andromeda’s ass as he waited for her to recover. “Both of you girls have cummed, but I haven’t. That’s not very fair, now is it?” Harry asked teasingly as he played with Andromeda’s tight asshole.

Tonks wriggled in beside Harry and pressed her sweaty, naked body against his. She watched as Andromeda lifted herself off his chest and then repositioned herself over Harry’s cock.

Andromeda grabbed the shaft with one hand, aimed it at her dripping cunt, and slowly lowered herself back down. The whole thing disappeared inside her with a wet, sucking sound, and she started to bounce up and down, intent on receiving a creamy load. 

Her tits bounced and jiggled with every jerk of her hips, and her nipples were pink and swollen from Tonks’s earlier attention. She grabbed them, squeezing and tugging at her own nipples. She twisted hard until she gasped. Andromeda liked a little bit of pain with her pleasure. 

Tonks licked her lips and ran a hand down Harry’s chest. The other snuck between her own thighs as she watched. “She’s really into being watched,” she whispered in his ear, making him shudder. Tonks’s fingers found her throbbing clit, and she gently massaged it while Andromeda moaned like a whore. 

Andromeda’s pace became wild, and her hips slammed down with enough force to shake the bed. With each thrust, a frothy ring of cream formed at the base of Harry’s cock, then smeared up his shaft as she pulled away. Her pussy painted him with white, sticky streaks.

“Look at her milk you,” Tonks laughed, her face flushed. “She’s out of control,” she giggled. 

Harry let Andromeda do all the work. He just tensed his abs and flexed his cock upward to meet her every time she slammed down. He loved the way her body shook, and he loved the lewd, wet noise of her cunt swallowing him whole.

Andromeda’s breathing grew ragged. She let go of her tits and dug her fingernails into Harry’s shoulders for support. The second orgasm hit her suddenly, and her body locked up. She shrieked and ground hard down on his cock, and spurting another wave of cream over him.

She sagged forward, totally spent, but Tonks wasn’t done. She pounced, shoving her to the side and dropping down between Harry’s legs. She licked her way up his cock, collecting Andromeda’s mess, then sucked the head into her mouth with a moan.

Andromeda, still catching her breath, propped herself up and joined in. She kissed Tonks hard, then angled Harry’s cock so they could both suck and lick at the same time. Their tongues tangled around the shaft, and their lips bumped as they fought over every inch.

They shared him equally, licking up and down, and trading the tip back and forth. Tonks deep-throated him, taking more than seemed possible, then pulled off to let Andromeda do the same. The two of them kept up the pace, competing to see who could make him lose control first.

Harry felt his balls tighten, and his whole body tensed. He grunted out a warning, but they didn’t let up. Tonks milked his shaft, twisting her fist at the base while Andromeda sucked at the head. They switched up, and he exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum straight down Tonks’s throat.

She swallowed greedily, then let the next spurt land on her tongue, where Andromeda scooped it up and shared it in a messy, tongue-twisting kiss. The rest dripped down Harry’s cock and pooled on his stomach, which the two women lapped up together.

When it was over, they collapsed together in a pile, all three sticky, sweating, and spent. “That’s one hell of a way to start your morning,” Tonks sighed, nuzzling into Harry’s side.

Andromeda just smiled, her eyes bright and alive. Harry ran a lazy hand through their hair, content to bask in their shared body heat.

Hogwarts Adventure

By nightfall, Harry had gone from utter exhaustion to a lazy post-coital sprawl across the sofa. His hair was still wet from the shower, and he’d used the time to try and wash away the sexual reek that seemed to have embedded itself in his skin. It was a lost cause, of course. The whole house faintly smelled of the day’s activities. Andromeda and Tonks had joined him in the shower. It was supposed to be a quick washing, but it quickly devolved into another slippery, giggling session of pure depravity. 

Now, in the dim living room, the women were draped on either side of him. The only thing they wore were matching, tissue-thin panties that clung to their hips and the swollen outlines of their puffy, sensitive pussies. The rest of their bodies were bared to the room. Andromeda’s skin still glowed with a post-orgasmic flush. Her breasts were soft and heavy, and her nipples were a dusky pink against her pale chest. Tonks’s hair had settled into a short, messy pixie cut that framed her heart-shaped face. She’d propped her head on his lap, flipping through a ripped and tattered Quidditch Quarterly as she absentmindedly stroked the inside of his thigh. Every so often, her hand would drift dangerously high. 

Andromeda had claimed the crook of his arm, cuddling close with her head nestled on his shoulder and her delicate finger drawing pictures on his chest. She occasionally nipped at Harry’s collarbone, her warm breath making his skin prickle. The three of them lay in a heap, and none of them was in a rush to move. 

The earlier events on the couch kept flashing through his mind. He could still feel the giddy rush of fucking Tonks until she lost control, then watching Andromeda seduce him with the practiced confidence of a woman who’d been waiting her whole life for this. The memory made his cock twitch, and Tonks caught the movement, glancing up from under her fringe with a sly wink. If Harry turned his head, he could see dried streaks of white on the upholstery and the oily sheen of Andromeda’s pussy juice when she dripped all over it. He wondered whether Ted would notice.

He didn’t have long to wait. The front door creaked open, and it was quickly followed by Ted’s voice booming, “I’m home!” Harry heard the shuffle of shoes and the thud of a heavy bag hitting the hardwood floor. Harry reflexively tensed, but neither woman moved to cover herself. Tonks just yawned, stretching her arms over her head and letting her tits rise and fall in plain sight. Andromeda lazily re-crossed her legs and sat up a little straighter, still comfortably bare.

Ted entered the room and scanned the scene, his eyes skimming over their half-dressed forms. For a brief second, Harry wondered what he would say, but then a broad, genuine smile spread across his face, and he clapped his hands together.

“It’s good to see everyone getting along,” he said. “Harry, did you have a good day at home with these two?”

Harry grinned, not even pretending to be embarrassed. “It was the best day I’ve had in quite a while, sir.”

Tonks, ever the show-off, rolled onto her back and put her feet in Harry’s lap. The crotch of her panties was damp and nearly see-through. “We took very good care of him,” she said, swinging her legs so her toes brushed his crotch.

Ted just grinned, genuinely pleased, and collapsed into his armchair with a contented grunt. He unbuttoned his collar and let out a contented sigh. Harry tried to read his face for any sign of concern or jealousy, but it was just the easy amusement of a man who didn’t know anything was abnormal. 

“So, what’s to eat?” Ted asked, looking expectantly at Andy.

Andromeda, who’d been toying with Harry’s chest, straightened up. “Lasagna … It’s almost done. And I baked a pie.”

Ted’s eyes lit up. “Oh, fantastic. I’m starving.” He turned to Harry and winked conspiratorially. “You’re a lucky man, you know. This one’s the best cook in the country,” he said, jerking his thumb toward Andromeda. 

Andromeda stood and stretched, and Harry watched as her big tits bounced around. Just before leaving for the kitchen, she reached down and gave his crotch a possessive squeeze, making him jump. Tonks cackled, then rolled over and curled up at his side, her breasts pressing against his bicep.

Ted flicked on the wireless and settled back, humming along to some old Celestina Warbeck track while Tonks nuzzled Harry’s neck and trailed her fingers up and down his arm. Harry was struck by the ordinariness of it all. He found it strange the way domestic life could resume after such utter depravity, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Tonks, Harry, and Andromeda had been reduced to a pile of wet, sticky bodies just hours before, and now they waited for dinner, as if this was just another Tuesday evening. It was completely bizarre, but Harry certainly wasn’t going to complain. 

He pulled Tonks tighter, and she purred cutely, shifting until her hand slipped under the waistband of his shorts. He caught her wrist, but only held it until Ted’s attention drifted back to the wireless. He then let her continue. Her touches were feather-light as she idly played with him beneath the fabric. It was bold and risky, but Harry found he didn’t care. The day had been wild, and it was only fair to continue that trend well into the night. 

Andromeda returned with a tray, balancing a bottle of wine, a pair of mismatched glasses, and a fresh roll for Ted. She’d put on an apron, but nothing else, so the sides of her hips and the sway of her breasts were completely unobstructed. She poured Ted a glass and handed it to him, then filled one for herself and set the bottle within Harry’s reach.

“Dinner will be done in a moment,” she told them, and then perched on the arm of the sofa and sipped her wine. Her eyes flicked between Harry and Tonks before landing on the tent in Harry’s shorts. “Let me know if you’d like something to nibble on before the main course,” she purred.

Tonks laughed while she continued to caress his cock underneath his shorts. “You’re insatiable.” Andromeda responded with a smirk and an amused shrug. 

The wireless droned on, and he could hear the clatter of forks in the kitchen. When Andromeda called them to the table, Tonks hopped up first, yanking Harry to his feet. Her panties were nearly transparent in the light, and they did nothing to hide the pink flush of her pussy. Harry followed, and Andromeda herded them both into the dining room, where she’d set out plates and napkins. The three of them sat together, and Ted joined them. He was the only one observing even a pretense of normalcy.

There was no awkwardness and no forced conversation. Andromeda talked about some new medical law at St. Mungo’s and how the Ministry had gotten it all wrong, and Tonks told a story about a polyjuiced robber who’d tried to escape with a shipment of silver cauldrons. Ted asked Harry about Quidditch and whether he’d ever considered playing. Harry simply rolled with the punches and carried on a civilized conversation while two topless women ate dinner on either side of him. He would like to say that it was the strangest situation he had ever been in, but that would be a lie.