Hogwarts Adventure (Ch. 18)

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

Hogwarts Adventure

Chapter 18

“I’ve never seen a cock like this before.” Tonks’s voice was full of disbelief and reverence, and her breath tickled the skin of Harry’s inner thigh. She lay propped on her elbows between his spread legs. Her own legs were bent at the knees, and her bare feet were crossed in the air. Her messy hair rippled through a full spectrum of colors. It went from bubble gum pink to turquoise to a bright, shocking purple. Her naked body sprawled across her bed sheets, and her ass was lifted high in the air. Her back was arched, creating a lewd image as she admired Harry’s cock from every angle.

She ran her hand up and down his shaft and even held her palm against it to measure it. The other hand cradled his balls as if weighing them, while her thumb lightly traced the seam along the bottom. Harry couldn’t help but watch her, amused and more than a little turned on by her unfiltered fascination. He rested his hands on his stomach as he amusedly watched her continue to examine his body. 

Tonks was not shy about her curiosity. She angled his cock this way and that, cocking her head to examine the veins and ridges. “It’s so bloody big!” she observed, squeezing his balls gently and watching them contract. “I can fit both of my hands on here, and there’s still room for a third. I’m starting to think you may be part Abraxan.”

Harry let out a bark of laughter. “I didn’t realize you were so into Care of Magical Cocks.”

She smiled saucily, showing her pearly white teeth. “Hush. I’m conducting field research.” Her toes wiggled, and her feet bounced in the air. The movement of her legs caused her pillowy ass to jiggle. She leaned in to inspect the tip, her nose almost touching it, and her brow was furrowed in mock seriousness. The heat of her breath and the faintest brush of her hair made Harry’s cock twitch involuntarily, and Tonks’s eyes lit up in delight.

“Oh, it’s so responsive!” she giggled. “Do it again.” She gently tapped the underside with a knuckle, and it jumped obligingly. “Bloody brilliant. I think it likes me,” she said with a smile and gently blew on the underside of the head, making it twitch again. 

Harry couldn’t bring himself to feel embarrassed. Tonks was so open and gleefully vulgar that her rapt attention felt like the highest compliment. He watched as she wrapped both hands around his shaft. She squeezed and gave it a test stroke. “I need a friend here to help me cover this thing,” she said, voice giddy.

“You’re a Metamorphmagus … Can’t you just grow a third hand?” Harry managed.

She ignored his sarcasm and dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She playfully smirked at him and licked again, this time swirling her tongue around the head. “Not bad,” she announced, then pursed her lips and gave the tip a lingering kiss. “But it tastes kind of musky.”

“That’s the flavor of your pussy … remember?” Harry said in amusement. 

“Oh, yeah,” Tonks responded, remembering that he was balls deep inside her only half an hour ago. She planted kisses along his shaft, working in a zigzag pattern. Every so often, she’d pause to look up at him, checking for a reaction, mischief smoldering in her eyes. Feeling bold, Harry reached out and cupped the back of her head. His fingers threaded through the color-shifting, silken mass of her hair. The texture of her hair changed under his palm, as if her follicles couldn’t decide what they wanted to be.

Tonks’s lips parted, and she took the head between them, sucking gently. Her tongue slithered around it, licking it from every angle. She moaned against his cock, obviously liking how he felt in her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she started bobbing her head, gradually easing more of him into her mouth. One hand clamped around the base while the other massaged his balls.

She pulled her head back, letting the tip pop free. She then pressed her lips to the underside, planting a series of soft, wet kisses down to his balls. She nipped at the tender skin there, sending a jolt up Harry’s spine. “Your balls are so heavy,” she murmured while juggling them in her palm. Tonks sucked on his sensitive skin while jerking on his shaft. 

Harry groaned as she set to work, switching between licking, sucking, and stroking. She was obviously experimenting with what made him gasp or twitch. This was brand new for her, and Tonks wanted to learn as much as Harry wanted to receive. Occasionally, she’d hum a few bars of some wizard band, and the reverberation traveled up his cock in a way that nearly made his eyes roll back.

At one point, she changed her hair to a color that matched Andromeda’s. Tonks then winked as she took his cock deep into her mouth. She looked up at him with wide, smoky eyes. “Holy shit! That feels so good,” Harry moaned as she tickled the tip of his cock with her tongue. 

Tonks giggled around his shaft, then released him, her lips shiny and slightly swollen. “I guess I found your special spot, huh?”

“Yeah,” Harry croaked, and she grinned, clearly pleased with herself.

She stroked him with both hands, twisting her wrists in opposite directions, and pressed her tits together so his cock slid between them. The sensation was overwhelming when she began bouncing her tits. “I bet you’ve never done it like this before,” she said, smirking. She trapped him between her breasts and licked at the tip every time it emerged from the top of her cleavage. In fact, Harry had done this before … many times, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. 

He could feel himself getting close. The pressure built up, and every muscle in his legs tensed. Tonks seemed to sense it and slowed down, easing off until Harry’s breathing normalized.

Tonks was clearly ready for more as she slithered up his body. Her skin was flushed and hot, and every inch of her body was trembling with anticipation as she climbed over Harry, her knees spread wide. She positioned herself so her pussy hovered just above his cock. The heat from her wet pussy radiated onto him.

She let her hips drop so that her slit brushed the length of him, leaving a wet smear on his skin. Her swollen lips parted around his shaft as she ground herself back and forth. Harry groaned as his cock was sandwiched between the silky heat of her pussy lips. She pressed her clit against his tip and rolled her hips, smearing him with her wetness until the whole length of him gleamed.

Tonks smirked like she was having the time of her life, and kept going, rubbing the head of his cock against herself, but never letting him in. She was shameless in the way she lifted her body just enough to drag her cunt along the underside of his shaft before dropping, so her clit mashed against the spongy dome. She used him like a toy to get herself off, and the look on her face said she didn’t care how desperate it made him.

Harry tried to buck up into her, but she pressed him back down, her hands planted on his chest. “There’s no rush,” she whispered, dragging her tongue over her upper lip. “I want to remember this.”

She kept grinding, rocking, and using her own arousal to paint his cock in her juices. Harry’s hands found her hips, and his fingers dug into the firm curve of her ass. He caressed her soft, smooth skin, and when his fingers slid along the crack of her ass, Tonks shuddered, which made her perky tits jiggle around hypnotically. 

Finally, when she was good and ready, Tonks lifted herself until her wet pussy lips kissed the tip of his cock. She paused for a moment, holding his gaze, and Harry could see her breathing heavily as her body tensed and quivered. She teased the head of his cock against her entrance, circling the tip against her wet, silky folds. She lowered herself until just the tip dipped in before lifting back up. He felt her wetness dribble down his shaft, and her folds were so swollen they gripped the head before he even entered her.

Tonks then dropped down and took him all the way in. Harry’s breath was forced from his lungs, and his whole body arched off the bed as Tonks’s pussy enveloped him with a loud, wet squelch. She stayed still, breathing raggedly as her pussy pulsated around his shaft. Harry took the short break to reach between them and toy with her hard, swollen clit. Tonks let out a high-pitched whimper as his fingers flicked back and forth over her damp bead. Now that she had gotten a taste of pleasure, Tonks immediately got to work. 

She set a demanding pace, fucking herself on his cock with single-minded intensity. Her tits bounced and flopped around with every thrust, and her nipples were so hard that it looked painful. Sweat rolled down the taut skin of her belly as her hips rolled in circles. Her hair shifted from black to bubblegum pink as she moved, and her eyes fluttered before rolling into the back of her head. 

“God, you’re so tight,” Harry moaned as her pussy tried to suck the cum straight from his balls. 

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Tonks breathlessly stated. Just then, her pussy became tighter than anything he had ever felt. Harry gripped her thighs tightly and thrust his hips upward while moaning. Tonks giggled, and suddenly, that insane tightness disappeared. 

Harry reached up and cupped her bouncing tits. They were more than enough to spill out of each palm. He rubbed her nipples with his thumbs. Harry pinched and rolled them between his fingers, and Tonks moaned, her pussy tightening again in response. The pressure was almost unbearable. She was squeezing and milking him with every drop of her wide hips. Her incredible pussy took him deeper and deeper until he felt like he would explode inside of her.

He sat up, holding her by her ass, and kissed her hard. Her tongue immediately slipped into his mouth. She opened her mouth eagerly, biting his lower lip and sucking it between her teeth before pulling back to stare into his eyes, her hair plastered to her forehead with sweat.

She shifted her knees, spreading them wide on either side of his hips, and started to bounce up and down, using every muscle in her legs to drive herself onto his cock. The sound of her arousal was lewd, wet, and noisy. Each thrust sent a bolt of pleasure through both of them. Harry could see her jaw clench and eyes flutter as she lost herself in the pleasure.

Tonks’s hands slid up his chest, and her nails scraped lightly against his skin, leaving pink trails in their wake. She grabbed his shoulders and held on as he bounced her up and down. Tonks pressed herself down and ground her pussy on him with such force that he saw stars. The pleasure was incredible.

Her orgasm hit with almost no warning. One moment she was riding him, the next her body was shuddering as her pussy clenched around his cock like a vice. She let out a squeal as her body spasmed, her pussy fluttered, and her legs trembled so hard she nearly collapsed. Harry felt the torrent of her juices gush out, coating his cock, soaking the sheets beneath them.

The sight and feel of her cumming pushed Harry over the edge. He thrust hard up into her and came in a series of thick, hot spurts. Tonks rode him through it while her pussy milked every last drop. Tonks ground her hips to draw out their orgasms as long as possible.

When she finally collapsed against him, both of them were drenched with sweat. Their chests were heaving, and they were breathing heavily. Tonks buried her face in his neck and inhaled the scent of him, her breath hot on his skin.

Harry stayed on his back with his cock buried deep inside of her. He stroked her back and caressed her curves, and felt the steady drumbeat of her heart against his chest.

Hogwarts Adventure

Andromeda didn’t bother knocking. She stepped into the bedroom and was instantly hit in the face with the overpowering smell of sex. It wasn’t difficult to discover why. On the bed in front of her, Nymphadora was straddling Harry’s lap. She was licking and sucking on his neck while squirming in his lap. Harry’s cock wasn’t hard to miss. It was stretching her pussy wide, and Andromeda could see that it was smeared with a mixture of Nymphadora’s arousal, Harry’s cum, and her cream. 

Andromeda huffed. She already knew the moment she brought Harry into her house, Nymphadora wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off him. With a cock like that, no woman would. Andromeda didn’t mind sharing, so long as she got her fair share of Harry-time. She cleared her throat, and Harry looked over Nymphadora’s shoulder with a rougish smile. He then began slowly thrusting into Nymphadora, stretching her lips and making her squeal. Andromeda rolled her eyes. “Enough of that. Get up and get decent, Dora. Ted will be home any minute,” she said and left the room. 

Hogwarts Adventure

Ted Tonks particularly liked three things … runes, bland food, and never making a fuss. Harry discovered all this within the first five minutes of dinner, which might’ve been the most awkward meal of his life if not for the hanky-panky unfolding beneath the table.

Ted had arrived home exactly ten minutes after Andromeda’s warning. He greeted everyone with a smile, gave his wife a peck on the cheek, then went straight to the kitchen to check on the casserole. Harry had barely managed to pull on a shirt before being shooed down the hallway by Andromeda, her hands straightening his collar while she whispered into his ear. “Don’t let Dora jerk you off while we’re eating, and if you do, don’t cum on the good napkins.”

Tonks wore a spaghetti-strap tank top that defied gravity and decency. Her tits, ripe and flushed from the earlier fuck, barely fit inside the thin pink fabric, which cut off halfway up the slope of her boobs and offered zero resistance to the nipples poking through. She’d apparently forgotten what a bra was, or perhaps, as Harry suspected, she wanted to distract him as much as possible. It was working. 

Andromeda chose a white silk blouse that hugged her curves wonderfully. The first five buttons were all undone, making for a spectacular sight. Every time she leaned forward, her tits spilled out and exposed her hard, pink nipples. The woman was practically begging for attention. Harry made sure to give her plenty of it. She’d put her hair up in a messy bun, which Harry found extremely attractive.

Ted didn’t notice any of it, and even if he did, he didn’t care. Ted suffered from the same drawbacks as all the other men in this reality.

“... and then the Bludger flew right into my supervisor’s office! It nearly took off his nose. We’re still cleaning up the ink stains.” Ted’s voice was warm and polite, and Harry could tell that he had told this story at least a dozen times before. He carved up the casserole with expert precision, portioning it out without ever looking at the plate.

Tonks sat on Harry’s right, and Andromeda on his left. Both of them were hunched forward with their elbows on the table, waiting for the food to be served. They made a wall of cleavage, and Harry was mercifully trapped between two valleys of soft, pale skin. Every now and then, Andromeda’s bare foot would drift up his shin, or Tonks would rub her thigh against his, the antics escalating every few minutes.

“That’s fascinating,” said Harry, pretending to sound interested. Ted was explaining the finer points of rune-based propulsion, and Harry’s brain was half-focused on the memory of Tonks gagging herself on his cock half an hour ago.

Tonks yawned, and Harry was sure it was fake. She stretched both arms overhead, making her tits surge forward and up, then let them drop with a meaty smack as she slouched. Her nipples were so hard they nearly poked straight through the fabric. She caught Harry staring, winked, and “accidentally” dropped her fork onto his lap.

“Oh no, look what I’ve done,” she said, diving under the table.

Though he couldn’t see it, he felt Tonks move between his knees, her hands already at his zipper. He tried to keep a poker face as she fished his cock out, and the heat of her breath on his shaft made it jerk in her hand. Above the table, Ted droned on, oblivious to what was going on.

Andromeda leaned over, her tits brushing Harry’s arm. “Are you enjoying yourself?” she whispered, her voice thick with amusement.

“Immensely,” Harry replied. “Is it always like this?” he asked in amusement. 

She snorted as her fingers traced circles on his thigh. “Are you kidding? This house has never seen any kind of action before.”

Under the table, Tonks’s hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it lazily. She ran her tongue along the underside, then sucked the head into her mouth. She wasted no time and immediately began bobbing her head. Harry pressed his lips together, trying not to grunt.

Ted looked up from his casserole, eyes passing over Harry. “Are you all right, son? You look a bit flushed.”

“He’s just warm, darling,” Andromeda said, patting Harry’s forearm. “I think he drank your hot cider a little too fast.”

Ted nodded, content. “It happens to the best of us.”

There was a loud slurp, and the rustling of fabric under the table as she zipped him up. Tonks surfaced with a pink face and a shiny mouth. She wiped her lips and reclaimed her seat, acting innocent. She speared a chunk of casserole and popped it into her mouth, licking the fork clean while staring at Harry.

Harry struggled to concentrate on the conversation. Ted was now deep into broom design, explaining how the new Nimbus would outperform any broom currently on the market by a factor of one point six in raw acceleration, thanks to innovative rune clusters. Harry nodded politely, while Tonks’s hand migrated back to his crotch, squeezing him through his jeans. On his other side, Andromeda ran her hand up his inner thigh, occasionally dragging a fingernail over the seam of his trousers.

Each woman was doing their part to keep him on edge. Harry could feel his cock strain under the combined ministrations. Harry fought back by reaching down and sliding his hand up Tonks’s inner thigh. Her miniskirt offered no protection, and he quickly discovered she wasn’t wearing panties. Tonks leaned in and grazed his ear with her soft lips. “If you don’t behave, I’m going to crawl under this table and finish what I started.”

Andromeda, not to be outdone, slipped her hand higher until her fingers found the shape of his cock, gripping it through the denim. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she naughtily asked.

Harry took a bite of casserole to cover his reaction. It was one of the better casseroles he had tasted. “Harry,” Ted said, turning the conversation, “I don’t suppose you play Quidditch?” There was genuine hope in his voice.

Harry nodded while swallowing. “I’m a pretty good Seeker if I do say so myself.”

Ted’s eyes lit up. “Marvelous! You must meet the team at the shop. They’d love to pick your brain.”

Tonks squeezed Harry’s cock under the table and massaged his bulge with the pad of her thumb. Harry swallowed hard. “I’d be happy to,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Andromeda watched with delight as Tonks’s ministrations grew bolder. She unbuttoned the last button on her blouse and let her tits spill out, pretending not to notice as she refilled Ted’s wine glass. Her nipples were hard and crinkled, and they jutted out from her perfect, light pink areolas. 

Ted didn’t blink. Hell, he probably didn’t even notice. “Thank you, darling,” he said as he sipped his wine and plowed ahead. “Do you have any thoughts on spiral stabilization for the broom shaft? Most manufacturers just reinforce it with standard gyroscopic runes, but I’m convinced there’s a better solution.”

“I’m sure Harry would be happy to discuss that after dinner,” Andromeda interrupted, her smile wide. She caught Harry’s eye, then glanced down at his lap. Her meaning was clear.

Tonks, emboldened, dragged her fork along her tongue and then whispered, “Have you ever been jerked off under the table before?”

Harry shook his head, dazed by their audacity.

“Good. I like being the first.”

Her hand dove into his lap, and this time she worked his cock out of his trousers entirely, careful to keep it hidden from Ted’s line of sight. Her hand wrapped around the shaft, and she began slowly working it with deep strokes. Ted was still oblivious, his eyes locked on Harry as he waited for a response to his broom theory.

Harry tried to form the words, but he was finding it difficult. “Uh … have you considered a runic lattice, instead of the traditional banding? It could distribute force more evenly along the shaft.”

Ted stared at him, awestruck. “That’s … brilliant! Why hasn’t anyone tried that? My goodness, you’re a bloody genius.”

Tonks’s hand worked faster, her palm twisting at the head on every upstroke.

“It’s … uh … just a thought,” Harry stammered, clenching his fists to avoid cumming on the spot.

Ted looked at Andromeda. “We’re keeping him,” he declared. “End of discussion.”

Andromeda let out a throaty laugh. She tugged Harry’s hand under the table, guiding his fingers up her skirt and into the heat between her legs. He discovered that neither of them was wearing panties. She was wet and hot, and her clit was swollen and desperate for attention. She pressed his hand deeper between her legs and ground against his fingers while she toyed with her nipple.

Tonks saw what was going on and gave Harry a sly smile. “She doesn’t like to wait.”

Harry slid a finger inside Andromeda, and she shuddered, biting her lip to suppress a moan. The silky walls of her pussy instantly began sucking on his finger.

Ted seemed to notice the flush in his wife’s face. “Is everything all right, dear?” he asked, his tone oblivious. 

“We’re perfect,” Andromeda purred. “Aren’t we, Harry?”

He nodded, still knuckle-deep in her pussy under the table. Tonks squeezed his cock hard, then let go, wiping her hand on her napkin. She caught Ted’s eye and smiled cutely.

“Glad to hear it!” Ted brightened. “How about dessert?”

Andromeda stood, tits swinging, and started clearing the table. She leaned over Harry, giving him a faceful of her naked breasts. Her hard nipple nearly poked him in the eye. “You’ll have to stay the night, dear. It’s getting late, and that run-down pub is no place for such a fine young man.”

Tonks piled the plates and followed Andromeda, the two of them moving in sync. In the kitchen, Harry could hear the hiss of water, the clink of plates, and the low, conspiratorial giggle of two plotting women.

Ted poured himself another glass of wine, then glanced at Harry. “You’re good for them, you know,” he said. He was still oblivious to anything going on in the house. “It’s been a long time since I saw them so cheerful. ”

Harry didn’t know how to respond, so he just nodded, hoping his face wasn’t too red. “Good man,” said Ted, and raised his glass in a toast.

Tonks’s voice echoed from the kitchen. “Harry can sleep in my room with me tonight!”

Ted smiled. He was proud that Tonks was being so generous with her personal space. “Well, that settles that. You’ll be staying here tonight.”

Harry took the glass, clinked it against Ted’s, and grinned. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Andromeda’s blouse hit the kitchen floor, followed a second later by Tonks’s spaghetti strap top. He drained his glass and chuckled as Ted started up the rune conversation again.