Hogwarts Adventure (Ch. 17)

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

Hogwarts Adventure

Chapter 17

The house was exactly as he expected it. It was cozy, well-lived in, and just the teensiest bit messy. Harry had only made it two steps inside Andromeda’s front door before she had stripped him, walked him by the cock to her couch, and then sat on him like she’d been planning it since they last met over the summer.

He hadn’t expected her to be so forward, or so shameless. Her skin was a perfect, creamy pale color, and it seemed to shimmer against the sun coming through the windows. Her glossy, black hair cascaded over her delicate shoulders and draped down her back. The woman was well into her forties, but her tits were full and somehow defied gravity. They spilled out over each of his hands in every direction. Her ass was wide and tight, and had the same indecent roundness as Narcissa’s. 

Andromeda wasn’t here to mess around. She bounced on his cock while her knees dug into the floral-patterned couch. Her hands were on Harry’s chest while working his cock inside her with obscene precision. Her pussy gripped him in pulsating waves, every muscle milking and squeezing, and her wet heat dragged against the entire length of his shaft. Needy sounds escaped her open mouth, and each grind of her hips was rewarded by a breathy moan or a giggle. Harry squeezed her ass and tickled her asshole with the pad of his finger. Andromeda’s beautiful eyes fluttered. 

“Yes, like that,” Andromeda gasped, her voice needy and hoarse. The fireplace crackled loudly, and sweat glistened on her chest and rolled down the valley between her breasts. Harry watched as each bounce sent her tits flying, and every downstroke of them caused her hard, crinkled nipples to rub against his chest. “Holy hell! You’re massive. I can feel you in my stomach,” Andy squealed. 

He smiled happily, and he ran his hands up the sides of her body, his fingertips exploring every inch of her. She arched her back and forced her pussy down until she bottomed out, and the slap of her ass against his thighs echoed up through the empty house. He grabbed her ass, one cheek in each hand, and squeezed.

“You’re so damn tight,” he groaned in response. His words seemed to cause her muscles to squeeze him harder. He rocked his hips upwards and watched her eyes flutter, and her mouth go slack.

Andromeda’s head lolled back. “Don’t talk,” she panted. “Just keep going.”

She set the pace, rolling her hips so every inch of his cock grazed her insides. Harry met her rhythm, thrusting up into her, and enjoying the show she was putting on. He loved everything about it … the wet glisten on her inner thighs, the way her hair clung to her sweaty face, and the bounce and sway of her tits as she relentlessly rode him. He pressed his thumb to her clit and rubbed, causing her to buck and gasp.

Andromeda bit her lip sexily, and her whole body quivered. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squealed as her pussy fluttered around his invading shaft. She leaned in, her sweat-slicked tits smearing his chest, and licked at his ear. “Are you going to make me cum on my own couch, Harry? What if my husband comes home early?”

“If he were any kind of man, he’d be the one making you cream,” he said, and pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. She wailed, bucked, and slammed her pussy down to the hilt.

“You’re such a … oh, fuck!” she cried out when he changed angles and began battering her g-spot. 

He flexed his muscles, buried himself deep, and started to fuck her faster. The couch groaned underneath them while the two of them moved as a single sweaty, slippery unit. Andromeda’s pussy spasmed and milked him, and her moans hit a frantic pitch. He kept a brutal rhythm, holding her in place by the ass and letting her tits whip around, and her head snapped forward so she could watch herself getting impaled.

She liked the show. “Oh my goodness,” she gasped, and ground herself down, shuddering. “You’re going to make me …”

Her statement ended when she came with a scream, her pussy clamping hard around him while her thighs locked tight to his sides. She shook violently, lost all control, and went limp on top of him. Her face was buried in his neck, and her chest was heaving. He let her recover, content to keep himself buried inside her. Andromeda’s pussy squeezed and contracted, and she left a sticky trail down his cock and balls. He traced slow, sensual patterns on her back before his hands moved to her ass, still enjoying the weight and warmth of her body.

She recovered faster than he expected. Andromeda sat up, rolled her hips again, and gave him a cheeky smile. “You’re not done, are you?” she asked.

Harry smirked. “You didn’t even make me cum yet.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, braced her feet on the couch cushions, and started riding again. This time, she bounced hard, using him like he was her own personal toy. Every bounce of her ass left a smear of white cream on the base of his shaft. Her ass jiggled, rippled, and clenched with every drop of her hips, and Harry couldn’t help but smack her ass, his palm leaving a faint red print.

“Oh, god!” Andromeda moaned, and her pussy clenched tighter. 

“You like that, huh?” Harry asked teasingly while kneading her pillowy cheeks.

“I love it,” she easily admitted, and Harry pulled her closer, pushing his cock up inside her as far as it could go. She rewarded him with a filthy moan and picked up the pace.

She reached back, spread her cheeks, and let Harry play with her puckered hole. Andromeda was lost in a world of pleasure. The wet suction as her pussy swallowed his cock, the squelch and slap with every bounce, and the creamy streaks being smeared against their skin … it was all too much for her to handle.

Her tits defied logic. Despite her age, they were perky and perfect, sweaty and glistening, and every bounce was like the most erotic show he had ever seen. Harry squeezed them, sucked a nipple into his mouth, and bit down gently. Andromeda shrieked and clawed at his scalp. She then yanked his head up to meet her mouth and kissed him like she was trying to swallow his tongue. He hungrily returned the kiss and let her tongue do whatever it wanted. Her lips and tongue tasted minty, and she ground herself down until her clit mashed against the base of his cock.

Hogwarts Adventure

Nymphadora Tonks hit the door and nearly missed the knob. Her hands were still tingling from a full day of wand drills and physical conditioning. Auror training was a bitch, and Kingsley had personally turned her legs into jelly during the last hour. She barely remembered to take off her boots before stumbling into the foyer and dropping her bag with a dull thunk. All she wished for was a cold pint and a weeklong nap.

She heard noises. It sounded like grunting. The back of her neck prickled instinctively. She crept toward the living room, her boots and bag abandoned by the door. The noises became clearer, and she instantly knew it was two people fucking.

Tonks flattened herself against the wall, peered around the edge, and had to stifle a yelp. Andromeda was naked on the couch … naked, sweating, and currently grinding herself down on a stranger’s cock like she wasn’t already married to someone else. The man underneath her was at least several years younger than Tonks herself. His face was half-hidden under Andromeda’s tits, his body a solid slab of muscle, and his cock … ‘Hoy shit! The size of that thing!’ Tonks thought as her mind overloaded. 

Tonks’s brain misfired. She’d seen enough sad, pathetic penises to have a decent sense of proportion, but the monster between this guy’s legs made her want to take out a tape measure and parchment for field notes. It was easily as thick as her wrist, longer than her forearm, and absolutely dripping with white, glossy cream. She realized with utter embarrassment that most of the mess was Andromeda’s. Tonks’s mouth went dry. Her first instinct was to flee, but instead she stayed put to see what would happen next.

Andromeda bounced in place, her ass jiggling with each thrust while her hands were tangled in the guy’s black hair. She was making noises Tonks had never heard from her in over two decades of life. It was halfway between a scream and a squeal, and each slide of his cock wrung a new sound from her lips. The man had his hands clamped to her hips, holding her open so every inch of his monster cock disappeared inside her with each slam. Tonks couldn’t look away.

She watched, mesmerized, as the guy grabbed two handfuls of Andromeda’s ass and spread them. Her asshole winked at the sudden exposure. Tonks felt her cheeks flush, first from embarrassment, then from something else as the guy brushed his finger over Andromeda’s asshole. He pressed his thumb to the entrance and teased it as he continued to fuck her, never slowing.

Tonks felt half-sick at the blatant cheating going on, and half-horny from the erotic show. There was a tightness between her legs she hadn’t planned on. Truth be told, it wasn’t her fault. Tonks had spent her whole life sexually frustrated. She had tried her luck with many guys, but none of them were able or willing to give her what she needed. Tonks instinctively knew that this mystery guy was more than capable of fulfilling every desire she had ever had. The thought had her wildly tingling between her legs. 

The stranger shifted his grip, planted his feet, and thrust up with such force that Andromeda nearly lost her balance. He let her recover, then did it again, this time holding her in place so her pussy stretched wide around him. Tonks’s eyes went wide as she saw just how much cock was inside her, and how every pull left a ring of sticky white clinging to the shaft.

Andromeda’s head snapped up, her hair wild, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her tits bounced and swayed with every thrust, and her nipples were dark pink and swollen. The guy reached up, grabbed one in each hand, and squeezed hard enough to make Andromeda squeal and shake.

“You’re going to make me cum again,” Andromeda cried out, her voice thin and ragged. “You’re … oh god, yes! … just like that!” she babbled uncontrollably. 

Tonks felt her legs buckle. She gripped the wall and forced herself not to slide down to the floor. The scene before her was obscene, yet it felt like a challenge. Andromeda was going all out, and apparently, this guy was fucking her like it was something he did every day. ‘Why was she allowed to get all of that and not me?’ Tonks asked herself. 

Tonks’s eyes dropped lower, focusing on the point where their bodies met. She was rewarded with the most perverted view imaginable. Andromeda’s labia were stretched wide around the girth of the stranger’s cock, the lips nearly splitting as he bottomed out. Each time he withdrew, the thick, veiny shaft gleamed with milky fluid. At the base, his balls hung massive and taut, swinging up to slap her ass with each upward thrust.

It went on for minutes, never slowing. The pace was unrelenting. Andromeda’s noises grew higher and more desperate until she finally spasmed and collapsed forward, burying her face in his chest. He didn’t let up. Instead, he held her in place and began to fuck up into her even harder, making the entire couch shudder.

Tonks licked her lips. She’d gotten very wet, soaking right through her pants, but her desperation masked the humiliation. Then, suddenly, he changed tactics. He grabbed Andromeda by the hips and lifted her clean off his cock, letting it slap up against his abs. It glistened with a thick coat of white, and the entire length shined with a layer of cum and pussy juice. He slowly guided Andromeda back down, holding her open so Tonks could see every inch as it re-entered her cunt. The squelch was audible even from across the room. The entire house smelled like pussy and sweat, and Tonks nearly moaned.

The guy reached between their bodies, thumbed at Andromeda’s clit, and started to piston in and out, making each withdrawal as visible as possible. Andromeda’s ass rose and fell, each bounce sending ripples through her cheeks. At one point, he spread her open so wide her asshole gaped. He pressed a finger against it and teased before popping it inside to the first knuckle.

Andromeda lost it. She shrieked and shook while her pussy spasmed around the shaft. The guy smirked, then pushed the rest of his finger in, fingerfucking her ass while pumping his cock into her pussy. Tonks watched as her whole body went rigid. Her toes curled, and her hands clawed at his shoulders.

“It’s happening!” Andromeda screamed. She squirted, and the jet of fluid arced across his abs and soaked the couch. The guy only grinned wider, slowed the pace, and let Andromeda ride out her orgasm in shuddering waves of pleasure.

When she finally sagged, panting and limp, he lifted her off entirely and let her collapse to the side. His cock stood straight up, still hard and glistening with her juices. He wiped a string of fluid from the tip, grinned, and looked up, directly at Tonks. She froze, caught like a deer in headlights.

Harry held her gaze, his smile filled with charm, while his hand lazily stroked up and down the obscene length of his cock. “You must be Nymphadora.”

Tonks blinked, and her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. She tried to speak and had to swallow twice before it worked. “Just Tonks is fine.” Her voice cracked, so she tried again. “Tonks. Please.”

He looked her up and down, still casually pumping his cock, while his thumb swirled the mess of pussy cream around the crown. “It’s nice to meet you, Tonks. I’m Harry Potter.” His eyes dropped to her hips, then up to her eyes, lingering in a way that felt both flattering and perverse. “You know, I could use a hand here,” he teased while looking down at his cock. He then jerked his head toward Andromeda, who was still collapsed on her side, spasming through her orgasm.

“She couldn’t hold out long enough to let me finish,” Harry said with a prideful voice.

Tonks gawked, and her face lit up with a combination of embarrassment and arousal. “That … um … was a lot to walk in on, yeah.” She kept her eyes on the cock. Every instinct screamed at her to look away, but she couldn’t … not when the thing was so heavy and thick. Pussy cream still dripped down its length, and the balls below were damp with Andromeda’s squirt. 

Harry watched her watching him. He leaned back, his hand still wrapped around his shaft, and smirked. “You seem interested.”

Tonks wanted to say no and keep some semblance of dignity, but what came out was a croaky, “Maybe.” Her cheeks burned. She could feel her own panties sticking to her pussy, already sopping wet, and she tried not to think about what she must smell like.

Harry raised an eyebrow. “You know,” he said, “you can touch if you want. It won’t bite.” He nodded at his lap.

She rolled her eyes, but she moved anyway. Sat down on the arm of the couch, within grabbing distance. The smell hit her first. He reeked of sex. It made her head spin and her clit pulse in time with her heartbeat. Tonks wet her lips and reached out, fingers trembling, and wrapped her hand around the base. It was hot, heavy, and harder than anything she’d ever touched. She stroked it slowly, and a moan suddenly escaped her lips, making her blush even redder.

Harry stood up, cock bobbing in front of him, and turned to face her. He grabbed Tonks by the hand and pulled her against his chest. His cock pressed against her belly, leaving a wet, sticky smear through her shirt. She squirmed, feeling the heat of it burn through the thin fabric.

“Show me your room,” Harry said. He didn’t ask. It was a command.

Tonks blushed deeply and nodded. She turned, and he squeezed her ass, both hands full of soft, jiggling flesh. Tonks gasped and looked at him over her shoulder. Harry had a cheeky grin on his face. She led the way down the hall, and Harry was glued to her back, his hands never leaving her body. With every step, he grabbed at her hips, pulled her tight against him, and ground his cock against her so she could feel how hard he was. Tonks pushed open her bedroom door, nearly stumbling inside. Harry followed, closing the door with his foot.

He spun her around, pinned her to the wall, and kissed her. The kiss was scorching hot, and his tongue pushed inside as if he already owned her. Tonks kissed him back, her body melting into his, while her hands clutched at his shoulders. She wanted to be clever and say something witty, but she couldn’t think over the hammering of her heart.

Harry’s hands found the hem of her shirt and peeled it up, exposing her pale belly. He didn’t bother with her bra since she wasn’t wearing one. He shoved the shirt up to her collarbone and took one breast in his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple while his other hand played with her ass. Tonks gasped. “You don’t waste time.”

“Never,” Harry said, his voice muffled against her tits. He sucked hard on her nipple and pulled his head back. Her tit stretched out until he let go of her nipple. It quickly snapped back into place. 

She reached between them and grabbed his cock again, this time stroking it with more confidence. It was still slick and smeared with pussy cream. Harry’s moan was low and rumbling. He moved his mouth to her other tit, lavishing it with the same loving attention. 

Harry pulled his mouth away from her breast to take her shirt off, but Tonks beat him to it, grabbing the hem and yanking it over her head. Her big, round, braless tits bounced free, tipped with small, light pink nipples already puckered hard. He grabbed one, thumbed the nipple, and watched her eyes roll back as the sensation rocked her.

“Fucking hell,” she said, her voice breathy and incredulous. She had never had her body played with like this.

Harry licked a slow circle around her nipple, then sucked it between his teeth. He slid a hand up, cupped the other tit, and squeezed both at once. They were soft yet firm, and they spilled out of both palms. Her nipples were crinkled tight and begging to be played with.

Tonks pushed her chest into his face, greedy for more. Harry complied, taking turns biting and sucking, leaving her skin slick with spit and dotted with faint red marks. He slid one hand down her belly, his fingers tracing the line of her abs until he reached the button of her jeans.

He popped it open. Tonks shuddered as he dragged the zipper down. He slipped his hand inside and found her panties. The crotch was completely soaked through. “Jeez,” he murmured, rubbing her clit through the fabric. “You’re soaked already.”

Tonks blushed, but her hips bucked, grinding against his hand. “Blame yourself,” she panted. Harry picked her up and set her on the bed. He tugged the waistband, and she helped him by wriggling her jeans down over her hips until he was able to pull them off. She wore mismatched socks, which made Harry chuckle.

He peeled off her socks one by one, revealing slim ankles and small, delicate feet. He ran his hands up her calves, kneading the muscles, then pushed her knees apart to get a look at her.

She wore light pink panties with a darker wet patch spreading at the crotch. Her thighs were shapely and pale, and her skin was smooth and hairless. Her pussy lips were pressed tight together beneath the thin cotton. Harry pressed a thumb to the wet spot and rubbed slow circles, making her moan and squirm.

He looked up at her and smiled handsomely. “Do you want me to take these off?” Tonks nodded, biting her lip.

Harry hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down, savoring every inch of revealed skin. Her pussy was perfect. There was no hair, just two smooth, pink lips pressed together and glistening with arousal. When she shifted, a tiny sliver of her inner folds peeked out, flushed and swollen with arousal.

He dragged the panties down her legs, over her knees, then off her feet. He tossed them aside and spread her legs, getting a full view. Her clit was hooded and swollen, and the entire slit was shiny with juice. The smell of her aroused pussy was incredible. Tonks flushed red, but didn’t close her legs. She watched him staring at her naked pussy while her hair flashed through many different colors. 

Harry ran a finger up and down her slit, then slipped it inside. She was so wet he met no resistance, and he pumped slowly, curling his finger to stroke her g-spot. Tonks’s knees went weak, and she gripped the sheets for support and let out a strangled moan.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, her eyes glazed. “Please. I can’t wait.”

He settled between her spread legs, lined up, and pressed the head of his cock to her opening. He didn’t push in at first. He just teased her, running the fat tip up and down her lips, smearing her wetness over the head. Tonks’s hands found his hips, and her nails dug in. “Now,” she demanded, all shyness fading away.

Harry thrust forward, splitting her open around his girth. She gasped and arched her back, and her tits jiggled as her body shook. He pushed in deeper, letting her get used to his size, then started to fuck her with short, deep strokes.

Tonks wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass as she pulled him closer with every thrust. She was impossibly tight, but she took everything he had, and soon he was balls-deep. Harry pounded into her, watching her tits bounce, and watching her face go slack with pleasure. He reached down, played with her clit, and felt her tighten around him in response.

She came surprisingly fast, her pussy clenching and rippling along the length of his cock. Harry kept going, fucking her through it, savoring every spasm and involuntary twitch. He leaned down, kissed her hard, and picked up the pace.

Tonks’s head tilted back, and she was breathing raggedly. She clawed at his back, and her cries of pleasure went up an octave. When she came again, she almost screamed as her legs locked around his waist, but he fucked her through that orgasm as well.

Harry finally let himself go, burying his cock all the way in and cumming inside her. Thick spurts of cum filled her up and leaked out around the edges. He held her close, both of them shaking as his balls emptied. He pulled back and thrust forward again, making Tonks squeal. He thrust his cock a few more times until he was sure every drop of cum had been pumped into his new toy. 

Once they were done, he stayed on top of her with his cock still fully inside her. He loved the sensation of her tight pussy continuously fluttering around him. Tonks ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him down for another kiss. “I’m so glad I met you,” she murmured and yawned. 

He chuckled, nuzzled her neck, and moaned as she bucked her hips. Her pussy was already squeezing him, trying to tempt him into action. He was pretty sure Tonks would want another go soon, and he didn’t mind the idea one bit.