Hogwarts Adventure (Ch. 14)

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

Hogwarts Adventure

Chapter 14

The Three Broomsticks was usually busy every Saturday night, and this one was no different. Lanterns bobbed in the stiff wind outside, and the air inside smelled of ale, firewhiskey, and cheap perfume. Aurora Sinistra sat at the best table in the house, tucked away in the corner beneath a window slicked with November rain. She sipped from her own cup of firewhiskey, causing smoke to billow from both nostrils.

Madam Rosmerta finished pouring a round for a group of women who were clearly on the hunt for a worthy male … worthy being any man who would agree to go home with them. She hustled over to her friend, her hair curled into gold corkscrews and her deep cleavage gleaming. "Aurora, you're early," she said, sliding into the booth. As she did, her big tit popped out of her dress, and she took her time stuffing it back in. 

Aurora looked at the clock. "I finished grading the essays a bit early."

"Couldn’t wait to see me?" Rosmerta teased, then glanced at the third chair. "Where's our tall, blonde princess?"

Aurora sipped her drink. "She’s probably out there wiggling her wide ass to any drunkard willing to take a peek." Rosmerta giggled as she ordered two drinks from her bar girl. 

Narcissa Malfoy swept in a moment later, leaving a scent trail of expensive perfume in her wake. Her coat was black dragonhide … also very expensive. She peeled it off, revealing a navy dress tight enough to show off every mouth-watering curve of her gorgeous body. Her pale, pillowy tits were nearly bursting out of the top, and the hem of the dress barely covered the bottom of her crotch. "You two started without me," she said, not bothering to feign offense.

"I already ordered your favorite," Rosmerta said just as the bar girl brought over the two drinks. "First round's on Aurora. She's celebrating."

Narcissa raised a perfect brow. "A pay raise? Or perhaps you’re celebrating not getting sacked for inappropriate comments again?"

Aurora grinned, showing her perfect white teeth. "None of the above. I took a lover."

Narcissa snorted. "Last time you said that, your lover turned out to be magically operated." Rosmerta burst into laughter, her large, healthy tits jiggling wildly as she did. 

"First of all," Aurora said, "MOB was an excellent lover. He just gave and gave." She drained her glass while her friends laughed at her. "But since you think it’s so funny, I'm not telling you his name."

Rosmerta’s eyes widened. "But you'll tell us everything else?"

"That’s why we’re here," said Narcissa, smirking. She quickly downed her first drink and flagged the bar girl with two slim fingers.

Aurora relaxed in the booth, sipping her drink. "He’s new to Hogwarts. I caught him checking me out during the lesson. I offered him some private tutoring," Aurora said with a smirk. 

Narcissa leaned forward, chin on her hand. “You’re serious? There’s actually a guy at Hogwarts who’s interested in pussy?"

"You can imagine my surprise when I caught him staring at my naked ass." Aurora ran her finger around the rim of her glass. "I guess I’m just that sexy," she teased her friends. 

Rosmerta pursed her lips. "What’s he like? Tell us."

Aurora hesitated. "He’s brilliant," she said. "He’s tall, handsome, and … very well built," she said, letting the last part hang in the air. 

“C’mon! Give us more details than that. What’s his name?” Rosmerta asked, scooting closer to her friend. 

Aurora held up a finger as she swigged from her glass. "I promised myself I would keep this private, but …"

"You’re going to, because you’re weak," said Narcissa with a smirk. “And because you love rubbing it in our faces.”

"And you’re relentless," Aurora shot back. "Fine. Harry Potter."

Narcissa looked confused. “Harry Potter … Harry Potter … I haven’t heard of him."

"He’s a Gyffindor," said Aurora, unable to keep from smirking. "He’s enormous, too. And I don’t just mean his reputation with the ladies,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. 

Narcissa glared. "You have to be exaggerating."

Aurora smiled like a witch with a juicy secret. "If anything, I’m underselling it."

Rosmerta’s eyes went round. "Give us details. We need dimensions."

Narcissa made a show of rolling her eyes, but she was already hooked. "What is it with Gryffindors and overachieving?"

Aurora leaned in, lowering her voice. "It’s like someone grafted a third arm onto his pelvis. I needed two hands and still couldn’t cover all of it."

Rosmerta was gobsmacked, and her hand clapped over her mouth. "How big are we talking?"

Aurora narrowed her eyes, considering. "About as long as this bottle of firewhiskey. Maybe a hair shorter … and thick. And his balls … "

Narcissa snorted in disbelief. "Just stop already."

Rosmerta shook her head. "Don't stop. Please."

Aurora smirked, emboldened. "Each one is the size of a bloody orange. The first time I sucked on them, he groaned so loud I thought he’d passed out."

"Is it safe?" Rosmerta said, half-serious. She had never heard of one that big. She was afraid it might split Auora in two. 

"Safe for whom?" Aurora shot back. "I nearly dislocated my jaw, but he was gentle. He even asked if I needed a break."

Narcissa's mask was starting to slip. "He didn't…finish inside you, did he?"

Aurora barked out a laugh. "He did. It was like a cauldron explosion. I lost count after the fourth time he made me cum."

Rosmerta's mouth hung open. She poured another round. "You lucky, lucky cow."

Narcissa shook her head. She was quiet for a moment, tracing a bead of condensation down her glass. "So, he’s okay with his professor shagging him?"

"Technically," said Aurora, "he fucked me. It was only one night, but he said he wanted to see me again."

Rosmerta nudged her. "You’re going to?"

Aurora shrugged. "If he asks. I’m not about to turn my back on a man who’s hung like a centaur."

Narcissa's eyes were calculating. "I don’t suppose you have a photo?"

Aurora gave her a look. "I'm not a pervert, you know."

Rosmerta said, "I am," and the three of them laughed.

They settled into the easy rhythm of old friends. They teased, drank, and told stories more for the scandal than the truth. Narcissa kept glancing at the bar, where young men gathered in droves, and Rosmerta refilled their glasses like it was going out of style. Little did they know, but each lady at the table was thinking of only one thing … a certain Gryffindor with a cock like a Beater’s Bat. 

Hogwarts Adventure

Harry Potter was sprawled naked on his bed, arms behind his head, and his thick cock jutting straight up like a tower of man meat. The soft sheets had been recently cleaned by the House Elves, and they still smelled like whatever detergent they used. 

He watched Hermione and Daphne move around the room. They circled each other as they both went about their business. Daphne wore a silver thong and nothing else. It vanished between the crack of her ass, rode low on the hips, and framed the bare strip of her shaved mound. Her breasts bounced as she swayed to the music thumping from the wizarding wireless. She angled her body so Harry could see every delicious curve she possessed.

Hermione was in a wrinkled white t-shirt, which did nothing to cover the lower curve of her ass. She prowled along Harry’s old desk, gathering up scattered quills and parchment, trying to tidy up for him. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and her cheeks flushed. She would constantly peek over at the bed and glance at Harry’s throbbing cock. Daphne spun and caught Hermione watching her dance. Daphne laughed and wiggled her hips. "Loosen up, Hermione. No one’s grading you here."

Hermione mumbled something and hunched over the desk. The hem of her shirt crawled up as she reached for a fallen quill, exposing her pale thighs and the smooth seam of her ass. Harry could see her plump, hairless lips glistening with wetness. 

Harry’s hand slid down his stomach, and his fingers curled around his cock. He squeezed and slowly began to pump it, letting out a low grunt. Daphne flicked her gaze to the bed and smiled cheekily. "Someone’s enjoying the show," she said, strutting over.

Hermione turned, and she saw Harry’s hand. Her eyes went wide when she realized that Harry was touching himself while staring at her pussy and ass. Her lips parted, just a little, before she caught herself. Daphne stalked to the foot of the bed and crawled up, never breaking eye contact with Harry. "You want to fuck her, don’t you?"

Harry laughed. "You know I do."

Daphne tossed her hair back and slithered up his side. She slapped his hand off his cock. "Let me," she said, wrapping her slender fingers around his shaft. Her grip was confident, and Harry groaned, his hips twitching.

Hermione hovered by the desk, biting her lip. Her gaze dropped to Daphne’s hand pumping up and down Harry's thick length, then to his face. She was trying to focus on her task of cleaning up his messy study space, but it was pointless. Harry and Daphne made it impossible.

Daphne was sprawled on Harry's bed, on her stomach, breasts pressed flat against the sheets, and her perfect ass in the air. Daphne then reached between her legs and began sliding her dainty fingers along the length of her damp slit. They were both watching Hermione.

"You look like a librarian with nothing to do," Daphne teased.

Hermione huffed. “I’m trying to clean up this pigsty so Harry can study better."

Daphne grinned, pumping Harry's shaft with lazy, practiced strokes. "That's adorable. Will it help if we keep quiet?"

"It would help if you weren't masturbating in my line of sight," Hermione said, but her voice betrayed her. She couldn't stop glancing at Harry’s cock in Daphne's hand.

Harry caught her eye and winked. "You can join us, you know. It is the weekend after all."

Hermione blushed deeper as Daphne picked up the pace, stroking Harry slow, then fast, then slow again. "She's dying to be watched," she whispered, but loud enough for Hermione to hear. "She gets off on it."

Hermione pressed her thighs together and rubbed them. She shook her head, but didn't protest. "Is that true?" Harry asked teasingly as Daphne worked his cock. 

Hermione blinked. "Is what true?"

"That you like the attention," he said, his eyes traveling the length of her smooth legs. Hermione rubbed her thighs together a little harder.

Daphne smiled sweetly. "Go on, Hermione. Show him your sexy body." Hermione hesitated. Her hands twisted in her lap. She looked at Harry, then Daphne, then back at Harry. He was still watching her. Hermione could feel how hard her nipples were, and she knew they were poking through the thin fabric of her white shirt. There was no denying that she was heavily turned on. 

Hermione stared at her own knees, trembling with excitement. The hem of the t-shirt lifted, revealing her bare thighs and the hint of her mound. Daphne raised her eyebrow. "Show him more than that," she said, but there was real admiration in it.

Hermione perched on the edge of the desk, facing them. She closed her eyes, counted to three, then gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it up past her hips. She spread her legs, exposing everything. Harry groaned, and Daphne bit her lip. Hermione’s pussy was perfectly smooth. The lips were pale, pink, and glistening wet. Her clit peeked out, hard and flushed.

"Fuck," Harry said. "You’re so sexy."

Hermione shuddered, but she held the pose. Her hands shook, but she didn't drop the shirt. She spread her legs a little wider, allowing Harry to feast on her naked flesh. She could feel her pussy already puckering in anticipation. Daphne stroked Harry harder now, hand sliding from base to tip and back. "She’s so hot,” Daphne complimented her friend. "And she’s soaking wet."

Harry nodded. "I've got to have a piece of that tight, little pussy," he said. His voice was hungry. Hermione moaned, barely audible. A fat drop of arousal slipped from between her lips and rolled down over her puckering asshole. 

Daphne reached out with her free hand, beckoning Hermione closer. "Come here, Hermione."

Hermione hopped down from the desk, landing with a soft, eager bounce on her toes. She scampered to the bed, where Harry waited, spread across the tangled sheets and already so hard he looked like he might burst. Hermione cutely bit her lower lip, her face wild with anticipation, and crawled onto the mattress. She was nearly on top of Harry when Daphne stopped her. "Turn around and face the other way."

Hermione froze and then did as Daphne said. She turned herself around, knees bracketing Harry's hips. Her perky ass was now facing him as she straddled Harry in the reverse cowgirl position. She reached back to grab his cock, but Daphne took charge, guiding the thick shaft and dragging the swollen head up and down the length of Hermione's glistening, hairless slit.

"Oh god, Daphne," Hermione gasped, her voice already unraveling at the edges. Harry's cock bobbed between her thighs, the head leaving a slick trail as Daphne teased her, but she never quite let him slip inside. Hermione wiggled her hips, teasing him. She pressed her ass against Harry's stomach, grinding her wetness down onto him. She looked over her shoulder, her mouth falling open, eyes half-closed. "Please, Daphne, let me …"

But Daphne only smiled, and with one deliberate motion, stuffed the head of Harry's cock into Hermione's tight, desperate entrance. Hermione let out a raw, animalistic moan. Her head was thrown back as she sank herself down on Harry, swallowing him in a single, greedy plunge. She paused, gasping for air, then began rolling her hips in slow, powerful circles. She planted her hands on Harry's thighs for leverage. Every inch of her body shivered as she fucked him. Her ass rippled, and her breasts bounced with each motion.

Daphne leaned in close to her. She reached around Hermione's waist and slid her hand down the trembling plane of Hermione's stomach, her fingers hungry and insistent. Hermione's clit was already hard and painfully sensitive, and Daphne wasted no time in finding it. Her fingers worked in tight, merciless circles, coaxing a high-pitched squeal from Hermione's lips. The sheer intensity of sensation made Hermione shake. She turned her head, seeking Daphne's mouth, but Daphne denied her, choosing instead to bite gently at the curve of Hermione's naked shoulder.

Harry, pinned beneath the spectacle, reached around to seize Hermione's tits. He squeezed them together and palmed the nipples, flicking them between his fingers until Hermione's body went rigid with pleasure. He tried to thrust up into her, but Hermione was in control now. She was grinding her ass on him and using Harry's cock like a toy. Daphne watched them both with a predatory smile, her own hand slipping between her thighs.

Unable to help herself, Hermione ripped off her t-shirt, flinging it aside. She turned and finally seized Daphne by the hair, yanking her forward and pressing their mouths together with bruising force. Daphne moaned into her mouth. Their lips parted, and the two girls devoured each other’s tongues. Daphne's free hand found Hermione's breast and pinched and twisted the nipple until Hermione whimpered into her mouth.

The three of them writhed, all tangled together. Harry groaned, his hands gripping Hermione's hips, guiding her tempo. Daphne moved behind Hermione, kissing her neck and licking up the sweat, all while driving her fingers deeper between Hermione's legs and stroking her clit until Hermione began to spasm. Hermione's thighs quivered, and her entire body became tense. Her skin practically vibrated, and Daphne knew what was about to come next. 

"Oh my god, I'm gonna … I'm … Daphne, don't stop …" Hermione's words dissolved into a high-pitched, helpless screech as the orgasm crashed over her, shaking her to the core. Her body convulsed, and she squirted, sending a hot splash of fluid onto Harry's cock and stomach. The surprise of it made Harry buck upward hard. He held Hermione by the hips and plowed into her from underneath. Hermione squealed loudly and rolled off of him, too sensitive to continue. 

Hermione slumped forward, panting, but Daphne caught her before she could collapse. She pulled Hermione into her lap, kissing her gently. Hermione’s body continued to buck and spasm, but she was still in control enough to return the kiss. Both girls moaned into each other’s mouths, and Daphne ran her hands down Hermione’s sides and over her wide, fleshy hips. Harry, left twitching and unsatisfied, tried to sit up, but Daphne pushed him back down with the palm of her hand. 

"Not yet," she purred, and swung one leg over Harry's chest, straddling him. Her own pussy was glistening, and with one hand she guided Harry's cock to her entrance, pushing down until the tip stretched her wide. She smiled at him, then at Hermione, and said, "My turn."

Daphne began to ride him, slowly at first, then she started picking up the pace. Her hips slapped hard against Harry’s body, and her hands dug into his chest for leverage, nails leaving faint red welts in her wake. Hermione, still trembling from her own wonderful release, scooted around the mess of bodies. She settled by Harry’s side to watch in awe as Daphne fucked him with animalistic abandon. Something primal surged within her, and she couldn’t help but reach out. Her fingers traced the damp curve of Daphne’s breast and then moved lower, following a trail down Daphne’s sweat-glistened belly until it disappeared between her thighs.

The sensation was electrifying … Hermione couldn’t deny that. Daphne’s slick folds, now soaked with both girls’ juices, throbbed desperately beneath Hermione’s touch. She watched, spellbound, as her own hand moved in perfect time with Daphne’s frantic rhythm. Her fingers found the swollen bead of Daphne’s clit and circled it in time with every downward thrust. Harry’s eyes met hers, glazed and wild with pleasure, and Hermione blushed deeply.

Daphne’s movements grew more desperate, her control unraveling with every gasp and moan. Harry seized her hips in his hands and slammed upward to meet her, the force of their collision sending ripples through Daphne’s flesh. Hermione could feel it … the tension in Daphne’s muscles, the way her breath stuttered and legs began to tremble, the frantic clench of her pussy around Harry’s cock. Hermione leaned forward, mouth open and greedy, and sucked Daphne’s nipple hard between her lips. She bit down gently, savoring the taste of her sweat. Hermione then massaged the stiff tip with her tongue until Daphne choked out a scream.

Daphne tangled one hand in Hermione’s hair, yanking her closer and arching her back so her tits pressed right into Hermione’s face. The three of them moved in unity … Daphne’s breasts smothering Hermione’s mouth, Harry’s cock pistoning desperately inside Daphne, and Hermione’s fingers tracing frantic circles over her clit. In that moment, they were inseparable.

The orgasm hit Daphne first. She shrieked, and her whole body convulsed. She threw her head back, and her hair went flying as she rode out the explosive pleasure. Harry lasted only a moment longer, his hands clutching so hard at her hips that Hermione feared he’d leave bruises. He came with a guttural moan, and Hermione could feel Daphne’s insides fluttering and spasming around him as the three of them clung together, gasping for breath. 

Daphne collapsed against Harry’s chest, spent and shaking. Hermione let herself slide down and curl at Harry’s side. Her cheek pressed against his warm, sticky skin. She could hear his heart hammering beneath her ear, and she found it oddly comforting. For a few moments, they just breathed, and the only sound in the room was the soft crackling of the fire.

It was Daphne who recovered first, dragging in a deep, ragged breath and twisting to look down at the other two with a wicked, satisfied grin. “Well,” she said, voice hoarse but triumphant, “that was pretty good.”

Hermione couldn’t help it. She giggled, bright and delirious, and pulled Daphne in for a lazy, open-mouthed kiss. Daphne tasted of sweat and peppermint. Hermione sucked her tongue greedily, wanting to devour every last inch of her. Beneath them, Harry lay there watching with a happy, pleased smile on his face. Daphne rolled off Harry and onto her back, tugging Hermione with her so they lay in a tangled, giggling heap. Harry, still catching his breath, propped himself up on an elbow, grinning stupidly at the two girls sprawled beside him.

Daphne turned to Hermione, her eyes glinting with mischief. She reached up and tucked a sweaty strand of hair behind Hermione’s ear, then leaned in so close their noses nearly touched. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

Hermione’s cheeks flushed scarlet, but she didn’t look away. “I… liked all of it,” she said, voice soft but full of conviction.

Daphne’s smile widened, and she pressed her forehead to Hermione’s, lips brushing her skin. “Good. Because I’m not finished with you yet.”

Hermione’s heart gave a lurch, but before she could respond, Daphne seized her by the hips and rolled her onto her back, pinning her to the mattress. In a heartbeat, Daphne was straddling her, knees braced on either side of her waist. Hermione realized that Daphne’s cunt was hovering just inches above her face. It was slick, pink, and open, glistening with the aftermath of their shared pleasure.

Hermione hesitated for only a second before raising her hands to grip Daphne’s thighs. She pulled her down and slid her tongue out to taste her. Daphne moaned and ground herself against Hermione’s mouth. Hermione devoured her, lapping hungrily at the flood of wetness, letting it drip down her chin and onto the sheets below. She savored the taste. It was familiar but now mixed with the musky tang of Harry’s cum, and she found herself ravenous for more.

Above her, Daphne tangled both hands in Hermione’s hair, guiding her movements, and rode her face with the same ruthless intensity she’d just given Harry. Hermione’s nose pressed against Daphne’s mound, and she circled the clit with her tongue. She then sucked the whole swollen nub into her mouth, sucking hard until Daphne’s thighs began to shake. Daphne’s cries became incoherent, and Hermione felt a surge of pride at being able to bring her such pleasure.

Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw motion. Harry, already rock-hard, propped himself up and watched them. He reached out and stroked Daphne’s nude back, then slid his hand between Daphne’s legs from behind. He quickly found her asshole and rubbed it with his thumb. Daphne gasped, her whole body seizing with the sudden stimulation.

Hermione, suddenly feeling emboldened, slid two fingers into Daphne’s cunt, twisting inside her as she sucked her clit. Daphne was so wet that her fingers easily slipped down to the knuckle, and Hermione could feel the slick, pulsing walls clenching around them. Harry’s hand came up from behind, his fingers joining Hermione’s, and together they fucked Daphne with a messy, relentless rhythm. Hermione’s tongue never left her clit.

Daphne came again, this time with a strangled, desperate gasp. Her hips bucked so hard Hermione thought she’d be smothered. When Daphne finally collapsed forward, she rolled to the side with a blissful, boneless sigh, landing in a heap next to Hermione and immediately pulling her into a kiss.

The two of them lay there, their bodies tangled, and their mouths fused together in a slow, lingering kiss. Harry watched, transfixed, as the girls explored each other. Daphne’s hands roamed over Hermione’s back, cupped her ass, and pulled her close. Hermione’s hands slid into Daphne’s hair, tugging and gripping with wild passion.

Daphne pulled away just long enough to turn to Harry. “Your turn,” she said, voice still rough with exertion. She rolled Hermione onto her stomach and then pulled her up onto her knees, baring her ass to Harry and spreading her cheeks with both hands.

Hermione made a soft, whimpering sound, equal parts anticipation and embarrassment. But when Harry lined himself up behind her and slid in, she pushed back eagerly, taking him all the way to the hilt. Daphne kept her hands on Hermione, stroking her back and whispering filthy encouragement in her ear as Harry began to fuck her in earnest.

It was different this time. It was more urgent, more intense, and the air was thick with the smell of sex and sweat and smoke from the dying fire. Hermione was hypersensitive, every nerve ending buzzing with pleasure, and every one of his thrusts sent tingles up her spine. She braced her hands on the mattress and surrendered to his whims. Harry’s driving rhythm continuously rocked her body forward. In front of her, Daphne lay down and spread her own legs so Hermione could slide her hands between them. Hermione’s fingers found their mark and stroked Daphne until she was moaning like a whore. 

Harry’s hands wound around Hermione’s waist, and then he slid them up to cup her breasts, squeezing and tweaking her nipples until she cried out. She felt the heat building, the slow swell of pleasure rising far faster than she expected. She could hear Harry’s breathing getting ragged, could feel his grip on her hips tightening.

Daphne leaned in close, her lips brushing Hermione’s ear. “He’s about to cum,” she whispered, voice low. “Squeeze him tightly and make him fill you up.”

That was all it took. Hermione’s orgasm slammed into her. Her arms gave out, and she collapsed forward, cheek mashed to the sheets as she convulsed around Harry’s cock. Harry lost control, slamming into her one final time before he came with a shuddering groan. The sensation of his warmth spilling into her made Hermione’s orgasm feel even better. She rode out the orgasm with his cock still inside of her. Her walls fluttered and massaged his shaft as he pumped her full of his seed. 

Daphne smiled happily as she watched her friend get filled. When Harry finally pulled out, his hard cock was absolutely dripping with Hermione’s juices. Daphne quickly took the opportunity and crawled over to him. She jammed her mouth right onto his cock and took him down her throat. Hermione saw what she was doing, and even though she was still fighting through an orgasm, she pushed herself to her knees and joined Daphne’s side. Together, they cleaned Harry’s cock and didn’t stop until he painted both of their faces. Their dalliance ended with Harry on his back and a girl curled up on each side. As far as he was concerned, it was a fantastic way to spend a lazy Saturday night.