Heading up to the stand, you, since you were actually working as a staffer, had a good seat.
More specifically, you had one in the announcing box, alongside Professor McGonagall, who nodded at you as you entered, and the current Quidditch announcer for Hogwarts.
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It was a girl you didn't recognize from the back; however, she seemed to be preoccupied with the game, which had already started, to turn around.
Whoever she was, though, she had an exceptionally loud voice and was spitting out calls a mile a minute, as the quaffles were passed, bludgers were dodged, and the snitch was chased by either team.
"Who's winning?" You asked idly, taking a seat next to the transfiguration professor.
McGonagall hummed before leaning over.
"Slytherin held a small lead, near the start, but lost it rather fast due to some quick work from the Weasleys. The twins have been on point with the bludgers this game, and since Ms. Wood was removed due to an injury early on, Ms. Weasley, the young, hasn't let a shot get by her."
The woman seemed pleased, and a smile spread across her face as she described the events.
It must have been because she was the head of the Gryffindor house. While the expectation of her, as the deputy Headmistress, was neutrality in such events, you supposed some bias was inevitable when you were the head of a house.
You clearly remembered the interesting choice of words Professor Flitwick had for the Slytherin team after a scrimmage match, so McGonagall's smile about her team winning really wasn't much in comparison.
Your attention was drawn back to the game as the announcer became more intense, leaning forward over her podium as the action began to unfold closer to the ground.
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You tore your eyes away from her ass, scolding yourself.
Didn't you have enough already, Herman? You didn't need to be staring at this girl's ass as well.
Instead, and with great difficulty, you looked away, favoring watching the precarious dance that was taking place just a few feet above the grass.
An interesting fact you had learnt about Quidditch was that the most dangerous plays were actually the ones closest to the ground, rather than high up.
If an accident happened while high in the air, and a player was dismounted from their broom, there was usually ample time for spells to be cast to save said player from an untimely death via gravity.
On the other hand, as the speed at which some brooms moved, incidents closer to the ground result in more injuries and fatalities, simply because there was almost no time for the officials to make efforts to save a player before they struck the unforgiving surface.
Thus, this play, specifically, was interesting simply because of the danger it represented. Gryffindor has the quaffle, but Slytherin was close behind. What did their chasers do in response? They forced the snakes to chase into dangerous territory, that being right above the green.
With the twins harassing them with both bludgers from above, the situation proved untenable, and the Slytherin chasers lost their nerve, disengaging.
You sat back down as the ball was reset.
This was at least interesting, if not your idea of a fun afternoon.
The game went on, but it became clear from there, at least for this half, that the Gryffindor house had control.
Unfortunately for them, this left the goal open, and with a bludger escort, they were able to practically fly the ball into the hoops, prompting loud cheering from the red and yellow-wearing crowd.
So, it turned out that McGonagall could get a bit competitive.
Or, to be more truthful, she could get a lot more competitive.
Given that, by the time halftime was approaching, the woman was standing out of her chair, and cheering at every goal Gryffindor scored, while booing any call made in Slytherin's favor, you would argue that she was, indeed, very competitive, and not much interested in professing true neutrality, at least, not on the Quidditch court.
In a way, it rather endeared you to the professor a bit more.
It did turn out to be a rather close first half, but, unfortunately for the Slytherins, the Gryffindor team was, aside from being quite talented at countering their dirty plays, quite skilled at the actual game as well.
You do wish you had seen more of the actual calls, but about a quarter in, you began to get a bit distracted, with some of the events taking place in the box.
Namely…
Your gaze unwillingly found itself drawn back.
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The announcer, in her exuberance, had begun jumping up and down and all around as she narrated the Quidditch match. This had the side effect of her skirt, which had already been rather tight around her body, sliding up with each sudden jolt, until, unbeknownst to her, her entire ass, panties, and arousal were revealed to you.
You didn't know how best to mention this sort of thing to someone, and McGonagall, the person you'd hope would take care of this, being of the same gender, was standing directly beside the announcing table, hyper-focused on shouting directions and encouragement onto the field, rather than paying attention to the announcer herself.
It was a rather precarious situation, and you did your best to focus on the game, rather than the ass, until finally, halftime hit, and you sighed in relief, immediately turning to escape.
You'd be expected to help out to some extent during the half-time, but McGonagall had told you that if you helped at least one student with something, she'd consider your job done. Halftime was, after all, only twenty minutes long.
You'd been thankful at the time, but now, you were thankful for the fact that you could escape the awkwardness that almost certainly had occurred up to the point when the Hufflepuff girl (Given the color of her underwear) had realized the extent of her clothing malfunction.
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Slapping a hand to your face, you sighed, as you realized you were assuming house based on panty color.
God, what had you become?
Reaching the bottom of the staircase and arriving at the area between the locker rooms, you listened idly as a commotion could be heard from either.
The thought of going through either door sent a shiver down your spine. Some part of your instinct told you that doing so would mean you weren't leaving for a good while.
Instead, you lingered, unsure of what to do, initially, until finally-
Clank
You heard a noise.
Just around the corner, near the Gryffindor side. One of the brooms they kept had fallen over. Walking forward, you picked it up before turning to put it back into the rack with the others.
When you turned, though, you saw…
Only to find Selene Malfoy, pinned beneath a large pile of brooms.
An open closet proved to be the culprit, the doors flung open, and what looked like over one hundred brooms, ranging in quality from being little more than sticks with a single twig to one that honestly looked in better condition than the ones that the Gryffindor team were riding.
At the top of the cupboard, there was a sign, reading, in large, black letters, "Gryffindor Brooms. Snakes do not touch."
Evidently, Selene hadn't gotten the message and was not suffering the consequences.
Leaning closer, you squinted at the pile. Brooms didn't seem to be an object that could typically hold someone in place, especially not with the amount she was struggling. There seemed to be an almost invisible force holding the brooms, and thus, Selene, in place.
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Oh.
This was Winafred and Georgie, wasn't it?
They were exactly the type to put out such an obvious trap.
You were only surprised that Selene had been the one to fall for it. Despite your dislike for the girl, you figured her at least slightly smarter than that.
Your curious hum seemed to make enough noise that she looked up, suddenly, catching sight of you.
For a moment, neither of you said anything, before, slowly, you raised an eyebrow.
She blushed, hands clenching and unclenching furiously.
"Granger!" She hissed, voice low, "Get me out of here!"
You followed her gaze over to the Gryffindor Locker room door. Where you could hear the twins chatting loudly with their sister.
You wondered, idly, what the two would do to Selene if they found her out here.
"What were you trying to do?" You asked instead, reaching out and testing the pile. They shifted easily for you, feeling no heavier than a regular broom. Intent-based, maybe?
"Get. Me. Out!"
"I don't know, this is pretty suspicious. Maybe I should go let the other team know that someone was trying to mess with their brooms…" You hid a smile as she paled.
"Do not do that." She ordered instantly.
"You didn't say the magic word." Was your teasing response.
"What?"
"The magic word. I don't know if I want to tell them yet, but maybe if you ask nicely, I won't."
Were you getting some pleasure out of this?
Selene grit her teeth, glaring, before finally, through a clenched jaw, responding.
"Please don't tell them."
Yeah, you were totally enjoying this.
Leaning back, you shrugged, hands in your pockets.
"Ok then. I won't." Then, without pause, you turned and started walking away.
"Wait!"
You turned.
"Get me out of here."
You waited.
"Get me out of here, please."
You still didn't do anything.
Selene glared at you before sighing.
"Granger, if you get me out of here, I'll…" She trailed off before looking away, blushing.
"I'll give you a handjob." She mumbled.
"Come again."
"I'll give you a handjob! Just get me out!"
She'd accidentally yelled that, in her frustration, and you both turned towards the locker room door, waiting to see if anyone heard. When no one exited, Selene let out a sigh of relief before turning to you, expectantly.
You considered the offer.
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Maybe you were finally adapting to the wizarding world, or maybe you were always like this; you couldn't tell.
But you were genuinely tempted by the offer.
The thought of proud, platinum blonde, and smug Selene Malfoy, with her hand on your cock, was an engaging one.
But on the other hand… You were sure that whatever the Weasleys did to her would be entertaining as well.
Decisions decisions.
You tapped your fingers on your thighs as you thought, and Selene was, for once, blessedly quiet, likely trying to avoid getting on your nerves.
Before, finally-
"Ok."
Selene blinked.
"What-" Before she could finish, you reached down, and with one hand, pulled the blonde out of the pile of brooms, the supernatural straw and wood constructs parting for you easily and immediately.
You'd have to ask about that spell later, subtly.
Or maybe not, honestly. Beyond getting her out of here now, you figured that the deal didn't apply if you let them know after the fact.
Placing her on her feet, the Slytherin girl was light for her height. You smiled as Selene was forced to quickly readjust her balance, stumbling a bit before falling into you, he breasts pressing flat against your chest.
You smiled as she looked up, before looking away.
"Th-thanks, Granger." She mumbled, dusting herself off.
You nodded before turning away. You didn't intend on actually leaving, but that didn't mean you couldn't have some fun with her.
You heard a sharp intake of breath before a hand was placed on your shoulder.
"Where do you think you're going?" She asked.
"Back up to the stands."
She frowned further.
"No, you don't get out of a deal this easily, Granger. Drop them."
"That desperate?" You smirked.
She crossed her arms, but the way her eyes kept flickering downwards betrayed her.
"In your dreams, Granger." Then, counter to her demand of 'drop them', the blonde-haired girl fell to her knees in front of you, glaring at the bulge that seemed to be ever-present in your pants since you came here.
Fiddling with your belt, she glared at you.
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"For the record, I'm only doing this because you're making me." She growled as she unzipped your trousers of her own accord, before pulling down your underwear.
And was immediately confronted with your length, her voice cut off instantly as your length slipped into her open mouth, gagging her for a moment, before it slipped out to press against her cheek instead.
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She seemed stunned, staring down at it, before she seemed to restart, glaring at you.
"What the fuck was that, Granger!?" She asked, even as you watched her pink tongue trail her lips, your cock hanging dangerously close to her mouth. If she just stuck it out a bit more, she would be licking the tip.
You raised your hands.
"I didn't do anything."
She glared up at you, even as you responded, impassively, by choosing, instead, to look away.
That seemed to offend her more than anything else.
"Are you going to get started already, or what? Unless you want to get caught?"
A growl, before, slowly, two delicate, small hands were placed onto your length. She couldn't even stretch her finger around entirely.
It was frankly pathetic, and she began stroking; it was clear that she had literally no idea what she was doing.
You made a point to look bored.
The blonde sped up, taking your nonchalance as an insult.
"What is this… freakish thing, Granger?" She began, as she stroked it. "Some type of potion accident, maybe. How ugly, so… long and thick. It's monstrous."
Wow, what amazing insults.
You yawned.
Selene growled, even as her face flushed further, the head of your cock twitching in front of her. You could see her nostrils flaring as she was forced to smell your cock.
"It reeks as well. Disgusting. Do you even bathe?"
That one actually insulted you. You took two showers a day, thank you very much.
You made a point to check your watch.
That seemed to be the breaking point for the girl, and she growled before leaning forward, tongue out, deciding that she was done being ignored.
Pausing in her stroking, and glaring the entire while, before, without any ceremony, planting her tongue at the base of your shaft, and drawing it up the entirety, ending with a flick of her tongue against the tip of your dick.
You shuddered as she did so.
A blush on her face, she glared up at you again, eyes just a bit more clouded by arousal, and words just the tiniest bit slurred as she spoke less.
They were, however, no less venomous.
"Disgusting."
Another lick.
"Foul."
Again.
"Do you even clean yourself?"
This trend continued, for a while, with Selene escalating ever upwards, as you continued to pick at your nails, rather than pay any attention to her.
She went from licking to fondling your balls, to lightly sucking on parts of the shaft, to lathering the tip with attention solely.
With every new attempt, she'd look up, as if requiring validation. Expecting you to praise her or say something. When that didn't happen, she simply redoubled her efforts.
This girl really just radiated daddy issues, huh.
Finally, she seemed to be gearing up for the big guns, and the act had long ago escalated from just a hand job.
Leaning down, Selene took the entire head of your cock into her mouth, suckling lightly as her tongue teased the tip.
It was then that you decided to have your own fun.
"This is taking too long. I'm going to speed things up a bit." Was your only warning to her, before you placed a hand on the back of her head, taking hold of the pony-tail, before, without any fanfare, you yanked her forward, using the pony-tail like a rope to keep yourself buried down her throat.
Naturally, the woman immediately began struggling, your cock filling her airway, and in fact stretching her throat enough to be visible.
Feeling like kinda an ass at the moment, but fully embracing it, you held her there, for just a moment, before letting her go.
Selene planted her hands on your thighs, pushing off and dragging your cock out of her tight throat, the friction sending a shiver down your spine.
The same was evident for Selene, though, because, even as she gasped, desperately, for air, lines of saliva running down her chin, you saw a similar shudder go through her.
You were curious about what effect your next choice would have.
"Good girl." You pat her head. "That was very good. Your throat felt perfect around my cock."
A genuine, unfiltered happiness appeared on her face. It was surprised, warm, and utterly foreign on her normally sneering face. You watched as she wiggled happily, and her thighs clenched together at the praise.
It was gone a second later, and she looked back up with a shaky frown.
"W-Whatever." She said, voice scratchy from her deflowered throat. She resumed her handjob, weakly stroking up and down your now slick cock. You crossed your arms, rolled your eyes, and looked away.
She only lasted a minute before the disinterest finally got to her, and you felt her lips press against the tip of your dick, and, slowly, she brought it into her mouth.
You snorted, not even looking at her.
"Really, that's it?" You withdrew a small pocket version of Hogwarts a history, reading it instead of even looking at her.
That proved to be the final straw, and you felt her hands, which had been holding onto the base of the shaft, move to the back of your legs. There was a deep inhale, before, without much ceremony, Selene shoved herself forward, burying your dick down her throat.
It wasn't as far as you had gotten, but she evidently knew that, by the way she shoved forward again, shoving forward the remaining three inches, even as her eyes watered.
You let your eyes widen, and a gasp escapes you. It was a bit theatrical, but the visible, positive reaction seemed to do wonders for her, and she held herself, suffocating on your cock, for what felt like a full minute longer than you had held her down, before finally pulling back, gasping for air and strings of drool temporarily connecting her lips to your cock, before falling themselves.
"H-how was that?" She panted out. She'd really done a number on her throat. You wondered if she'd even be able to make proper call-outs during the game.
Instead of saying that, though, you decided on a bit of positive reinforcement.
"Wow…" You breathed out, mentally patting yourself on the back for the acting. "That was good, I didn't know you could do that?"
The girl smirked, looking more like she had shown off some particularly useful trick, rather than throating your cock just moments ago.
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Granger. This is child's play for a pureblood such as myself."
You nodded.
"Well, are you going to continue?"
She blinked.
"What?"
You gestured down towards your twitching dick.
"Continue? You're not done yet. Or was that all you had in you?"
She blinked, before scowling, her hand tightening on your thighs, as she leaned forward.
"Shut your mouth, Granger. I was just giving you a break."
Then, with a look of trepidation and a growing wetspot on her spats, she took your cock back into your mouth.
This time, she only had to try once to take it all the way to the base, her throat now thoroughly molded to the shape of your dick. You saw her nostrils flare as she tried to breathe, but was only able to get whiffs of your musk, rather than any sort of fresh air.
She held you there even longer, her face turning slightly blue, before pulling back.
Only this time, she took a single, long gasp of air before diving back in.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Each time her throat was more and more loose, and each time her eyes grew just a bit more clouded as the lack of oxygen and overexposure to your cock, ruined her mind. There was a puddle of arousal below her as she repeatedly, enthusiastically, choked herself on your dick. Getting off to both your praise and the sensation of slowly losing consciousness due to cock, and the feeling of it in her throat.
Finally, though, you decided to take a bit of pity, and on her next thrust, you let yourself go, cock twitching in her tight fuckhole of a throat, as you came directly down it. You could hear her gulping your seed down, and her arms fell to her side as her eyes rolled up enough so that you could only see the whites.
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She looked, for all intents and purposes, dead to the world, and you would have thought her passed out, if not for the fact that she was still gulping.
Feeling the last of your load coming, you put a hand on her head and pushed her off your cock, allowing the last few to spray across her face in thick ropes.
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You wished you had a camera.
"Good job, Selene. That was really good." You praised. At the words, her whole body stiffened, and a dopey smile came across her face as she came, arousal spreading below her as she ruined her shorts.
Staring at the kneeling girl, who didn't look like she would be moving anytime soon, you debated, briefly, moving her before deciding against it.
She seemed happy there, and it was her own responsibility to get back to her locker room, not yours.
You turned away, only pausing when a thought came to mind.
"Hey Selene, for the record. That was a blowjob. You still owe me a handy, yeah?"
She made dumb noises in response, and you took that as confirmation, waving over your shoulder as you headed up the stairs.
Halftime should be ending any second now.
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You were about halfway to the announcer's box. That is to say, you had left the ground level and just passed the path leading to the student seats when you bumped into another person.
The one you hit, a girl, a bit shorter than you, fell to the ground, and you blushed, embarrassed, as you helped her up.
"I'm so sorry, I'm normally more aware of my surroundings than that."
She waved your words off, and you finally got a good look at the girl you had bumped into.
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You blinked at the familiar head of white hair, plus the Hufflepuff uniform. It was the Annoucer.
She had a rather odd look on her, blushing and biting her lip. A few weeks ago, you might have said she looked sick, but you had enough pattern recognition to understand what was really happening.
She was horny.
"Don't worry about it, stud."
You ignored the nickname easily. You didn't really care.
"You're the announcer, right?" You asked.
She nodded.
"Yep, that's me. Are you Herman? The Claw that's been making all those waves?"
You shrugged.
"I wouldn't say it's been that dramatic."
She giggled.
"Sure, stud. You keep saying that. I'm gonna get some snacks before the halftime ends. See you in five, stud."
Then she left, hips swaying in as she did. You watched for a few seconds before pulling your gaze away.
Her ass wasn't quite as big as Harry's, but it was certainly meaty.
You leaned against the railing, taking a deep breath and trying to calm yourself.
You couldn't afford to walk up there with a boner and have McGonagall question it.
As you leaned against the rail, you just so happened to look down, spotting Selene on the ground below.
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Wait…
You looked again.
Yep, there was Selene, right where you had left her. She seemed to be slowly climbing to her feet, but she was still in the same spot.
In full view of anyone who was standing right here, specifically.
Your mind flashed back to the announcer.
Crap.
You wondered, briefly, whether she was going to report you, or something, but then logic took over. If she were planning on doing that, she likely would have already.
You'd just have to track her down and talk to her after the game.
Centering yourself, you took the last few steps, nodding to McGonagall as she looked over.
"All clear on the western front?" She quoted. You nodded.
"Not a problem in sight."
The two of you chatted about the paper she'd assigned before the announcer girl, who shot you a smile as she walked by, returned, and the game swiftly restarted.
Within moments, McGonagall was up again, and cheering on her team, and the announcer was back to shaking her ass as she enthusiastically called out plays.
Only now, you were relatively certain she was doing so on purpose.
Just like last time, as well, her skirt slowly rode up, shifting with each movement, until she was exposing herself, and practically twerking in your general direction.
Only this time…
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Because, of course, she took off the thong.
Because why wouldn't she?
You sighed as you felt your pants tighten once again.
God.
Dammit.
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Did her ass seem bigger than last time, or was that just you?
You… decided that maybe entertaining this girl, and whatever she wanted, at least in front of the entire school, was a bad idea. Given that you were, if not the center of attention, still mostly visible to all the crowds, if they bothered to look up here.
The announcer's box was slightly elevated, at least compared to most of the stands. The students were all slightly below, more in line with the action, while there were several higher seating areas, used for special occasions, staff, and the announcer.
As it were, most were empty, but the majority of the Hogwarts staff were seated in the one to the left of you, and you could see not only Headmaster Dumbledore and the other professors, but also several of the Hogwarts staff who weren't professors, such as Filch.
There was also Snape, who caught your eye as you turned to her.
She seemed delighted to meet your eyes, and a small, blushing smile came to her face.
It had been a while since you had some alone time with her, hadn't it?
A quick glance around at the other teachers around her, and she seemed to get an idea. For some reason, you had a premonition that you shouldn't look away.
After ascertaining that all of the staff were focused on the game, as well as the students, she turned back towards you.
Before you could so much as blink, her hands went to her shirt, and-
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She yanked it open, flashing bare breasts into the open air, where any of the students could simply look up and see their terrifying potion professors' fun bags blatantly displayed.
Forget that, any of the other professors could turn around and see this.
You couldn't help but pale, both from the action, as well as the blood in your body suddenly rushing to one place.
As quickly as she'd undone her buttons, she closed her shirt again and was seated as Flitwick turned to her. Snape greeted her with her typical frown, as if nothing had happened, leaving you to turn away, your pants tight once more, with the forbidden knowledge.
You could practically hear the implied messages being sent to you from the action. There were two.
The first.
No one will ever believe you.
They wouldn't
The second…
See you later.
You couldn't help but gulp.
Shaking the thoughts away, you tried to calm yourself down, not much helped by the ass being shaken side to side and up and down. Suffice to say, you didn't manage and instead spent your time marvelling at your own refractory period.
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Come to think of it, what was the story with that?
There was being fast at recharging, then what you were doing…
Did magic somehow reduce the gap between orgasms? Revitalize you.
The thought only lasted for a few more moments before the Gryffindor teams scored a goal, and the announcer and McGonagall shot their hands into the air, cheering alongside the crowd.
It was then that the Hufflepuff girl fell back, looking to sit down, and you realized your mistake.
Because the girl was standing and leaning so far over the podium, you'd mistakenly sat into her free chair, rather than your own behind her.
Which meant that as she went to sit down, she ended up planting her bare ass and pussy directly onto your lap.
And, subsequently, ground herself quite roughly against the large bulge residing there.
There was a surprised yelp from the girl, but McGonagall didn't seem to notice. The girl recovered quickly, though, and any thoughts of this being accidental, there weren't many, went out the window when, instead of standing, she continued announcing, sat in your lap.
Her voice was just as steady, but just like when she was standing, her ass shimmied in all directions, and you felt her arousal soak through your jeans. Every so often, she'd grind particularly hard, and her voice would go a bit high over the mic, but no one seemed to notice.
Save you, who was trapped in this situation.
Ok, so you were self-aware enough to admit that maybe, maybe, you were adapting a bit too well to the lewd reality that was Hogwarts and the wizarding world.
Honestly, you were just adhering to the culture. When in Rome, after all.
So you hoped that anyone would excuse his first instinct, if anyone ever saw this, which they wouldn't, was to fight fire with fire.
Or more accurately, if this brat was going to play with fire, then she'd need to accept getting burnt.
It only took a single moment, when she jumped a bit to call out a Slytherin Goal, for you to undo your pants and free your cock. Not exactly the most comfortable, given it was brushing against the metal zipper of your pants, but you didn't dare pull your jeans down all the way, on the chance that Professor McGonagall, who was still quite literally only feet away, turned around.
…You were getting too good at whipping out your cock, as well. That wasn't a skill to be honed.
Resolve to cut back filled you with the same amount of determination that New Year's resolutions did, and you figured that this would be the last time you engaged in surprise sex with someone for a while.
Having little patience and even less pity for the girl, and, maybe, also feeling a little bit foolhardy, you positioned yourself, just right, so that as she sat back down, not even bothering to look…
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"HMPH!"
She stiffened, and the muffled, sudden squeak she made as she sat on your cock, the momentum pushing you deep from the start, echoed through the microphone and around the stadium. You both froze, realizing how utterly stupid this was, and waited for McGonagall or someone to turn and catch this event.
But…
The cheers echoed around the stadium, sans the Hufflepuff girls' voice, and you heard McGonagall slam her hand against the railing, yelling her own encouragement.
The girl didn't look back at you, and you both froze. Unsure of what to do.
Slowly, the girl's hand, which had gone down to the seat, as if to lift her off you, rose back up, the microphone still in hand.
It came up to her mouth, and you couldn't see the look on her face as she began once more announcing the game.
"Annnd Gryffindor Scores another goal against the Slytherin team! What is their keeper doing!?"
Her words were only slightly unsteady, and just as she finished, she slowly, almost tentatively, began moving.
That is to say, she began pulling herself off your cock.
You watched as she did so, every squeak and muffled moan she made transmitted to the entire stadium, although it was mostly drowned out by the noisy cheering.
What you were thinking, you weren't sure, but as she reached the top, the only part of your dick remaining inside was the head, and you moved before better reasoning could kick in.
She was the one teasing you; she didn't get away so easily.
Your hands, moving quickly, shot to her hips, squeezing them tightly, and she startled, but was unable to react as you slammed her back down onto your cock.
The moan she let out this time was quite loud and very unfiltered. It echoed over the stadium, and even the raucous cheering couldn't muffle it.
McGonagall had frozen as well, and for a moment, you thought your mindless horniness had finally gotten you in trouble.
Then, the announcer brought the mic back up and, in a brilliant move, transferred the moan into something else.
"Mppghnnnannnddd that's another goal!!" She cheered, voice breathy as she did. McGonagall began moving again, and the restart began as the ball was thrown.
She looked back.
"I wasn't trying to get off, you know." She teased, voice heavy with need. "Now are you going to continue, or chicken out now?"
There was a challenge in her voice.
Thu, 12 Mar 2026, 04:18New Comment100 chat
If you had been in the crowd of the stadium that day, you would have wondered what you would have thought of the odd hitches, moans, and grunts that echoed throughout every so often, interrupting the announcer as she continued narrating the honestly stunning game going on.
Would you have suspected something?
You didn't have quite the focus to really think through the idea, instead a bit occupied with your activities. That being, specifically, bouncing this goddamn brat in your lap, as she tried desperately to keep her voice as level as possible.
The two of you were setting a decent pace, and the rhythmic sound of her ass meeting your thighs rang out, enough so that the mic was picking it up, and thus the stadium echoed, quietly, with the noise.
No one seemed to notice, though, and the unnamed girl was doing a stellar job and keeping slip-ups to a minimum.
This was meant to be you punishing her for teasing, but the girl seemed just as much into it as you were. She was soaked, and most of the effort to keep her bouncing on your cock was put in by her. Your main job was simply guiding her.
To be honest, it felt less like a punishment and more like she had just gotten what she had wanted, but what were you going to do about it, really?
Stop?
"And tha-nght is dirty move by Slytherin, within the bounds of rules though, and the pass mmph the pass goes through!" Her tone was light, but every five or so words, the pitch would rise, and she'd maybe let a moan, or a squeak, or a grunt through.
Not that the crowd seemed to mind.
Were wizards really this oblivious?
....
You'd have to keep an eye on your own awareness, in case it was contagious.
PlapPlapPlapPlap
You couldn't help but feel you were being too passive.
As you said, this was supposed to be a punishment.
But how to actually make this more intense? Given that the girl didn't seem to have a problem with riding your cock literally meters from a professor, you were at a loss for a moment.
Before it struck you, a grin spread to your face.
If they didn't notice now, well, the.
You might as well take another step.
As she was bouncing, you looked down, appreciating the sight of her shaking ass, before raising your hand.
The angle was tough, so you'd had to come in from the side.
"And that's a good move from-"
Smack!!!
"-EEEP."
The loud squeal from the girl was deafening, and everyone froze for a moment. Your hand, the offending instrument, still rested against her ass, and you couldn't help but squeeze, the fatty flesh bulging out from between your fingers as you did.
You had to be out of your mind to do this.
In front of everyone? It was a miracle you hadn't already been caught.
But, as the silence stood frozen, the game continued, and, slowly, noise restarted, and the girl turned back to you, blushing, and finally looking properly chastened.
"Are you out of your mind?!?" She whispered.
You responded with a smirk before thrusting up lightly, and provoking another moan.
She looked away.
"Crazy bastard."
But she went back to bouncing, and soon, you felt your end coming on. You would go on to deliver a few more smacks before finally.
Taking firm hold of her hips, you pulled her down again and held her there, as you came deep inside the girl whose name you didn't even know.
She slammed the mic down, away from her, as she moaned loudly throughout your mutual orgasms.
As you two were panting, the afterglow was interrupted.
"Tonks, Tonks pay attention. I think Gryffindor has the snitch." McGonagall said without looking away from the game.
A moment later, there was a loud cheer, and the girl shot to her feet, mic in hand.
"AND GRYFFINDOR GETS THE SNITCH!" She cried, even though she braced herself on the platform, to support her shaky legs, and your cum ran down her thighs, ruining her long socks and skirt.
As everyone was celebrating, you tucked away your cock, and turned away.
You'd have to catch her full name later, but for now, you had to go do the final part of your job today before you could finally get back to the library.
Tonks… sounds familiar.
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You were presented with a choice.
To be more precise, you had two.
On your left was the Gryffindor Locker Room. You could hear the raucous cheering and tomfoolery already going on from within, including Veronica's happy cheering.
On the right, the Slytherins. You could hear nothing.
And you had to choose.
Logically, nothing should matter about the choice. You were just supposed to go in, maybe fetch some water for them, at most take away some dirty laundry.
But you'd adapted a new form of logic in your time in the wizarding world. And you knew, exactly, what was going to happen in the Locker Room you entered.
It wasn't a thought in your higher brain, but rather, one further down in your body.
You wondered if there was an issue with the fact that you had developed a sixth sense for sex, or if it was simple pattern recognition.
You'd figure it out later.
For now, you had to think through the choice in front of you.
Slytherin or Gryffindor.
Veronica, the Twins, and whoever else, or Blaise, Thea, and Selene.
Your bit your lips, before turning, slightly, towards the Slytherin side. It wouldn't be good if Hooch or McGonagall thought you were being biased towards your friends.
You went to take a step when two sets of hands looped around your body, and suddenly, you were on your back, being carried in the air by two people.
Twisting and turning in the surprisingly strong hands, you got a glimpse down.
"Spoils of war, Stud." Winnie winked; from here, she had a hold of your legs. They were draped over her shoulders, putting her face just at the height of your crotch.
"Besides, everyone is all heated up and ready to pop right now; we could really use some 'assistance,'" chimes in Georgia, from behind you.
Blinking in surprise, you didn't resist as they carried you through the door of the Gryffindor locker room. There was a flush to both girls' faces, and the look in their eyes carried a lot of both heat and intent, enough so to make you blush.
Entering the room, the sound intensified, for a moment, before going silent, as you were placed on a bench, and being crowded on either side by the twins. Each holding an arm.
Disoriented, but otherwise unharmed, you looked around the room, regaining your bearings.
Seven pairs of eyes gazed back at you, including a blessedly fully dressed Veronica.
Four of which, though, you didn't recognize.
Winnie took the lead, though, and pointed to each in turn.
"Girls, meet our Stud for the day, Stud-" she read out, putting a hand on your chest, before trailing it down, you shuddered, just a bit, at the look in her eyes, "-meet the girls."
She pointed at each in turn, and Georgia took over introducing them.
"That's Olivia Wood,-"
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The tall, brown-haired girl, the most modestly dressed in the room, shifted uncomfortably. She seemed to be the only one somewhat unsure about whatever plan the twins had concocted, and averted her gaze from yours.
"-Katie Bell,-"
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The smirking brown-haired girl smirked. Her tan lines stood stark against her otherwise dark complexion, and she was notably much smaller than the others. She waved at you with a single hand.
"-Angelina Johnson,-"
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The dark-skinned girl paused in her stretching to give you a nod, eyes tracing you. A small, pink tongue shot out to trace her lips.
"-and finally Alicia Spinnet."
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"Hi!" She chirped, goggle staying put even as she bounced in place. Her blonde hair, on the other hand, moved with her, falling in her eyes slightly, until she pushed it away and tucked the loose strand under her goggles.
"And since you already know us, you've met the entirety of the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Georgia finished.
"Nice to meet you all." You responded politely. Winnie's hand was travelling south, and despite your best effort not to show any reaction, you couldn't help the nervous tapping of your finger to your thigh. You weren't used to being on the back foot in these sorts of encounters.
A moment of silence.
"What… can I do for you?"
Olivia, being the captain, who recalled Veronica talking about it, stepped forward to speak.
"Well, you see-" She began, only for the short brown-haired girl, Katie, if you recalled, to step forward instead, cutting off her captain.
"I wanna fuck!" She began passionately. Her tone was like that of a civil rights advocate giving a speech.
Her declaration was met with cheers from Angelina, Alicia, the twins, and Veronica, although you were relatively sure Ron was simply cheering for the sake of doing so. "I've spent the entire game sweating my ass off with a hard wooden rod grinding against my goddamn twat!"
"Yeah!" Alicia chimed, raising a fist as if at a protest speech.
"And that gets a girl Horny!"
"Hell Yeah!"
"I want a real rod between my legs! I need a cock! A real one!"
"Cock! Fuck yeah!"
At this point, Olivia had her head in her hands and looked like she was embarrassed to even be associated with either Katie or Alicia. Angelina, on the other hand, was smirking, looking amused, and the twins seemed more interested in trying to slip grasping hands into your shirt than anything else.
Veronica just looked happy to be included.
"Most importantly, we won." At this, Angelina raised a fist as well, looking entertained. "We're a bunch of horny, sweaty winners, and the twins said that you've gotta do what we say because of Hooch."
"That's not quite-" You tried to interrupt.
"Well, we want to be fucked. I wanna ride your goddamn cock until I fucking pass out, then do it again. We all do, right girls!"
At this, she received positive noises from everyone but Olivia, who was banging her head against a locker and looking mortified.
She pointed at you.
"Now take off those goddamn pants, I call first dibs!"
This was when Alicia, who'd previously been acting as a hype man, finally broke ranks.
"Wait, why do you get first dibs!?" She asked, standing suddenly.
An argument devolved from there, and the two were soon chattering off, while Olivia finally approached you.
"Just so you know, you can 100% leave if you want. We're not gonna like, force you or anything. My girls are just terminally stupid, and get too into it sometimes." She looked genuinely apologetic, and even though she was biting her own lip, and you could see some arousal running down her thighs, she was still offering you an out.
What a nice person.
You opened your mouth to respond, a decision, honestly, already made.
This was your life now.
You couldn't help but sigh, a long breath coming out through your nose.
Yep.
Not a bad one, you could deal with this, if it was going to be like this for the rest of your life, you could deal.
"It's… fine." You said, finally.
It's not like you could say anything else.
Especially not after you'd already had some quality time with Selence. It would have been unfair.
They didn't know, but that doesn't mean you wouldn't.
And you were always a fan of keeping things fair.
In response, a general cheer went through the locker room as the girls threw their hands in the air. Alicia in particular held up both fists, like a wrestler who had just thrown their opponent out of the ring.
"Wooo! Let's go!" She cried, fist pumping.
She then took a step forward.
"Now~" Her eyes were lidded. "Pants off, big boy."
You couldn't help but smirk at her in response.
"Who said you were going first?"
She stumbled, and her face was stricken.
"Wh-what?!" She squeaked, braids jumping as she did.
You turned to look at Olivia, who startled, eyes wide, as you locked eyes with her.
"You and the others were a bit rude, so I think I'll start with Olivia here, instead. She's the captain anyway, right?"
There was no response to your words, but Olivia was blushing bright red as you stood, pulling out of the twins' grasp.
Your hands fell down to your pants, and, with a single motion that you were still embarrassingly good at, the jeans fell to the ground, alongside your underwear, and you stepped out of them, towards the blushing Captain.
She couldn't meet your eyes, though, her own instead locked onto your swaying length, which was slowly growing to full size right before her eyes.
"L-long." She squeaked out.
You nodded.
"Thanks, I like to think so. Now…" You grinned roguishly, "Do you want it from the front, or from behind?"
"Eh!" She seemed overwhelmed, and you couldn't help but laugh as you stepped towards the other.
Something told you that you would have fun with this, if exhausted by the end.
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Only a few moments later, and you had a very keen audience of six girls, all sitting on the bench in front of you, blushing, as you bounced their captain on your cock.
The weight of the taller girl, as well as the awkward position, made the action a bit tiring, but you persevered.
The girl had, after much dithering, requested the position in question herself, and although surprised, you hadn't questioned her before the two of you had gotten started.
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Full Nelson, with the girl's body practically folded, her legs and arms pinned, and her body unable to move as she was penetrated over and over again. It was a position of powerlessness, with your hands on either side of her head.
And she seemed to love it.
Even though she was unable to form intelligent sentences, as the two of you appreciated each other, instead, garbled nonsense and words escaped her with each bounce, and you were relatively certain that her eyes had likely either rolled up, crossed, or both, given the number of times you had felt her pussy tighten up around you.
"Eh, hngh, pwuh-, please, mugh, mwoar."
She honestly sounded more like an animal than anything, and the sight of their normally so composed captain discombobulated to such a degree obviously fascinated her team, who had gathered to watch, wide eyes and blushing.
You could see more than one hand shoved down their bloomers, moving underneath the fabric.
The end was approaching, though, and given she seemed already sufficiently broken in, if the way she squeezed around with each thrust was anything, and because you had plenty more to get through, you didn't bother holding back.
The next thrust had you getting as deep as you could, shooting inside her, before, as gently as you could, dropping the limp girl onto one of the benches, where she lay, eyes rolled back, and mouth open, with drool leaving her. She leaked your seed onto the metal bench, then the floor of the locker room.
There was a moment of silence before, suddenly, Alicia, blonde hair bouncing, and still wearing her goggles, bounced up.
"Me next! Me next!" She cheered, then squeaked as you reached forward to grab her.
Might as well get started.
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"Fuck- Me- God- Yes- Harder!"
Unlike with Olivia, who was entirely inarticulate as she was getting fucked, each time you thrust into Alicia, she seemed to bark out another word. Either a plea for more, a demand for you to go harder, or some sort of exclamation of happiness.
The girl leaned over the nearby table, which used to have empty bottles of water, and piles of warm-up outfits piled high, as you pounded into her from behind. Her small waist was nearly entirely eclipsed by your hands, as you drove yourself forward into her.
The thin Quidditch player gripped the edge tight, and each thrust rocked the table and her. Most of the contents were now on the floor, and it was only thanks to her firm grip that she wasn't bent over the table.
You were rather impressed that she was still standing, honestly.
Katie, who'd been pouting when Alicia had stolen second, was instead taking her time to tease her friend, sitting on the other side of the table.
"Daaaammn~ You look so dumb, Alicia." She mocked, watching as the blonde girl's eyes rolled, and her tongue began lolling out, mind breaking a little further the deeper you got.
With her small waist, you wouldn't have been surprised if you weren't poking at her lungs a little bit, given how long you were, and how much you'd buried inside her already.
"Fuuuuck- You-" She barked out, before her words changed course, "Nearly there!" She breathed out, and you felt her small body squeeze around you.
You began speeding up, and the clap of your hips against her ass filled the room. Her grip on the table was lost for a moment before she admirably caught herself.
"Yes- Yes- YES~"
The last yes trailed off as you pulled back one more time, before thrusting deep, knocking against the blonde's baby room, then breaking through, slightly, to pour your seed directly in.
The noise she made was a mix of a shriek, before she relaxed, a dopey look on her face, eyes rolled back, and tongue hanging out.
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Pulling out, you let her fall against the table, now properly bent over it, her seed pouring out, on display to the rest of the room.
You turned around. Only five left.
Meeting you head-on was Katie, the girl crossing her arms with a smirk.
"Anything left in the tank stud?"
You tilted your head on the short girl, before putting a hand atop hers, she blinked as you began maneuvering her, and soon had the other in a classic Doggy Style position.
She chuckled nervously.
"Uh," she began, suddenly much less confident, as your still rock solid dick came to rest on her ass, "be gentle."
You leaned forward with a smile.
"No."
Ok, maybe you were being mean to Katie, but she did seem like a brat.
…
That might have been a rather weak defense; she hadn't actually done much beyond lobby for an orgy you agreed to, but you weren't really one for higher thinking, at the moment.
Plap
Plap
Plap
Plap
You were rather busy with other matters.
That being, specifically, plowing the petite, tanned Quidditch Player into the cold tile ground, as you took her from behind.
There was something appealing about the darker skin of her arms and legs contrasting with her round, pale ass.
With one hand on her hip, you thrust downward, each time knocking against her womb at the back of the girl's needy cunt. Each time you did, there was a muffled squeal from the girl, almost like a pig, and she'd shudder, and another squirt of juices would impact against your hips, even as you continued.
Unlike the other two, the first thing you had learnt about Katie was that, in comparison, the girl was on a hair trigger.
When you'd first thrust in, she'd cum, and then do the same as you pulled out.
It seemed more like the girl was going through one long orgasm, more than anything else, and the noises she made proved it.
The constant influx of pleasure also meant that she was a bit more squirmy than the other two, but a hand on her head, pushing her down into the floor, solved that relatively quickly.
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Her body was warm against yours, and with one hand on her hip and the other balled in her hair, you could practically feel her pulse as it seemed to slowly align with your thrusts, the rhythm of her heart matching your own, as you battered her baby room with each movement.
Louder muffling from her prompted you to pull her head up, slightly, using your grip, to allow her to speak.
"W-wait! I'm going to breeaaak." She squealed out. "Slow down, I'm going crazy-" You cut her off by pushing her head back down.
She'd asked for this, after all.
So, rather than slow down, you sped up, and drawing to your own feet, you pulled her up as well, until she was standing, face-down ass-up, and still taking a pounding.
The new position allowed you to speed up, as well as, as you went, occasionally landing a few sharp slaps upon the girl's pale, freckled ass. The cheeks quickly stained pinkish, and with each slap, a new moan escaped the girl, and her arms failed at holding her up, leaving the only thing keeping her upright being your hands and dick.
Finally, you felt your own end coming on, but rather than slowing down, you decided to give her a treat, and as you came, you continued thrusting, each spurt of cum accompanied by a rough bash against her womb, shoving the tip through temporarily, and flooding her deepest place with your seed.
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You held her there until she stopped shuddering, and, after waiting a moment, you let her go.
She fell forward, onto her face, and stayed there, ass waving in the air slowly as your cum began spurting out, pouring down her dark thighs, and onto the bloomers that still sat around one leg.
A hand went to your shoulder, darker than even Katie in complexion.
You were turned around and saw Angelina staring at you, a small smile on her face.
"I believe it's my turn next?" She asked jovially, even as another hand went down to caress your shaft, slowly stroking it as it came alive once more.
Angelina was a tall girl. Taller than you, certainly, and you hesitated, briefly, as you tried to figure out how exactly you wanted to do this.
Thankfully, the dark-skinned chaser proved to be outspoken in exactly how she wanted to be taken, and let you over to a nearby wall. She slipped out of her bloomers, and a bit of instruction was all you needed to put both hands on the black girl's wide ass, enjoying the firmness of it, before hoisting her up.
Long, dark legs quickly locked around your waist, and your dick came to rest between the two of you, grinding against her soaked slit.
"Getting tired?" She teased, her voice heavy with lust as the silence dragged for a moment.
Well, yes, but-
You weren't going to tell her that. Instead, lining yourself up, you felt your head press against her entrance, before, as a testament to just how aroused the girl was, you slipped in.
And boy, compared to the other three, she was tight; you could feel her tunnel clenching around you like velvet vice. A smooth moan escaped her, and a dusting of red came to her cheeks, even as she smiled, delighted, at the movement.
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"Or maybe not, handsome~" She purred, leaning back against the wall. You got started there, and conversation was dropped in favor of moans and grunts, as you began thrusting into the dark-skinned girl, fingers sinking into the meat of her ass as you did.
Unlike the others, Angelina didn't seem the type to lose herself in pleasure at all, and instead, you heard her breathy, moaning voice whispering into your ear as you went to town.
"Faster~"
You obligingly sped up.
"Harder~"
The lockers began rattling loudly as you practically smashed your hips into hers, the force assisted by her own legs pulling you in time with the rhythm.
Honeyed words flowed from her lips to you, and with each new plea to be taken harder, faster, deeper, and more, you obliged, until you were practically fucking the taller girl against the wall like an animal.
At that point as well, it seemed that her composure was finally lost, and she gave into the pleasure as her eyes rolled back, and she bucked her hips against your own, happy sounds escaping her.
Trying to muffle her voice, the girl put her head forward, teeth sinking into your shoulder lightly as she muffled her growing moans.
You stepped away from the wall, entering into a more freestanding position. With how much the black girl was clinging to your body, you no longer needed the support, and rather than pounding her into the wall, you were now, instead, slamming her onto your dick.
The athletic girl was assisting as well, and her teeth released your shoulder in favor of rearing back and letting her moans be heard, loud and clear, across the locker room. You found your vision filled with dark-skinned, gleaming tits, bouncing in your vision, and occasionally bumping against you.
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Feeling the end coming on, you sped up, and Angelina's voice reached a crescendo, practically howling, as you began cumming deep inside her. In the throes of pleasure, you opened your mouth, taking one of the stiff nipples offered to you into your mouth, and nibbling it gently.
The reaction was golden, and you felt her entire body shudder, her cunt tightening around you, as she came violently in time with your own.
Finally, you pulled out, and Angelina's legs unhooked from your waist, to allow her to stand shakily, leaning against the wall. Immediately, she began leaking your seed, not that it seemed to bother the black woman, who smiled, sliding down to sit on the floor, breathing all the while heavily.
"Thanks, stud." She grinned.
You stretched a bit, as some level of fatigue finally began getting to you.
God, this was a lot of sex.
Two pairs of hands reached around, one coming to feel across your pectoral, while the other went down to your softening cock, and you sighed.
Just three more.
The hands withdrew, and you went to turn around, and you found yourself face to face with the twins.
They were completely naked, both standing, smirking, as your dick, like a phoenix, rose once more.
"Still energetic, I see." One began, you couldn't tell which was which, although now that they were naked, you were at least able to see some differences.
The one on the right had a slightly paler skin tone and fewer freckles down near her thighs. You were also somewhat sure that her breasts were just the slightest bit bigger than her sisters'.
The one on the right, on the other hand, had slightly smaller breasts, but her thighs and hips were both just that much fatter, and covered in many more of nature's sprinkles.
Unlike the initial appearance, with their clothing on, there was a notable difference in their bare bodies.
Now, if only you had names to go along with it.
"Quite energetic, if the pounding he's given the girls is anything."
"Impressive."
"Truly."
Something about the way they smiled, the way they talked, it felt mocking. It felt like they were poking fun at some part of you, and you couldn't quite figure out which.
It did infuriate you, though.
You didn't let it show.
"Suppose it's our turn?" The one on the right asked.
"I sure hope so, although… The little firstie seems a bit tuckered out." The left continued, in a babyish voice. As if trying to coax a child.
You didn't have to deal with this.
You began turning to where you knew Ron was sitting, waiting. The large redheaded girl had been sitting on one side of the locker room, blushing and biting her lip as she waited patiently for her turn. You'd seen her squirm a bit, but she'd been surprisingly patient, all things considered.
And polite, unlike these two.
Before you could fully turn, your motion and intention obvious, the hands once more grabbed your shoulders.
"Hold on now~."
"We gotta test the goods first, to make sure you're good enough for our sister."
"Aren't we so kind and generous~"
"Truly, you should praise us, Herman, for being such nice sisters."
Their words were equal parts musical as they were self-congratulatory, and this was obviously familiar ground for the two.
Your dick twitched at the thought of shutting them up with the length.
Leading you over to the massage tables, the right one climbed on, soon followed by the left. They did so slowly, and one of the bottom spread her legs wide, and arched her back, as her sister slowly climbed over her, their thin, lithe bodies sliding together. Thighs and breasts smoothly, gliding against one another, soundlessly, as they got into position.
Without turning to you, one twin placed a hand onto her sister's face, before looping it around her neck, and leaning in.
In a show of sapphic appreciation for each other, their lips met, and a deep, lewd kiss was the consequence; their tongues dancing at their breasts rubbed against one another, their breasts pressed together.
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One of the bottom locked her legs around her sister's waist, as they continued out, noises that would make a goblin blush sounding out, before they finally pulled apart, a string of saliva attaching the two.
Both twins turned towards you, with familiar, daring looks. The smirks on their faces were practically taunting you, and you felt anger rise in you.
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Another thing had also risen, though, and looking down, you felt your dick throb from just how hard it had become at the show.
"Mission complete."
"With full credit~."
Taking that as your own cue to join in, you walked around behind the two, and the one on top shifted forward, pushing her sister's legs up beside her head in a mating press position, although one lacking the actual mating part.
For now.
The sight, though, was clear and delicious.
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Two drooling, desperate quims pressed against each other, as the twins ground themselves against one another and moaned, lewdly and loudly, at the movement. They were framed by perfectly round ass's, and thighs thick enough that you were shocked they didn't wobble when they walked.
The bottom twin's hand grabbed the calf of the upper one, pulling it slightly, and spreading her legs even wider.
All of this, sprinkled with freckles throughout.
Holding yourself back was an exercise in self-control.
Temptingly, as if she knew what you were going through, the one on top waved her ass slightly, causing more friction between their pussys and provoking a moan from each.
"Come on already~" One whined.
"We're ready~" The other assured.
You didn't waste any more time, and your hands came down onto the ass of the upper twin, you rock hard dick falling, trying to find its target.
Options options…
You rubbed the head against the lower twins, then the upper, getting your shaft nice and lubricated with their fluids, as you did. Both groaned at the sensation, and finally, the upper seemed to lose her nerve.
"Come on, are you- HNNGH!" She was cut off as you thrust in, suddenly and without warning, into her winking pussy. The redhead's insides felt warm, utterly soaked, and sinfully soft. It felt like something that was made to take cock. Like her body had grown, developed, and primed itself for breeding from the onset of her genetic code.
Pressing in as far as you could on the first thrust, you enjoyed the way she trembled, snarky words cut off by the penetration. Her twin, as well, about to add onto her sister's teasing, was cut off as her ride was shoved forward, and their mouths met in a much more sudden and expected kiss, cutting both off. The kiss was evidently no less welcome, though, as the familiar sloppy sounds of a kiss being taken to the deepest levels, tongues exploring each other's mouths, were audible.
You began thrusting, enjoying the way she muffled her moans into her sister's mouth, and the way her pussy squeezed around you, rhythmically, as if trying to milk your release from you in the most desperate fashion.
It didn't take long for your current target to start orgasming in, as told by the way she shuddered, happy moans being cut off by her twin's tongue, and her pussy spasmed. She would go through this more than a few times before you felt your first release coming.
Pulling her back by her hips, her lips came free from her sisters with a pop, and she orgasmed one more time, tongue lolling out into the air, as you came inside her, her pussy practically squeezing every drop it could. You got the sense that it was all going one place, and when you pulled out, despite the amount you poured in, feeling like your largest load of the day, not a single drop escaped, as if her pussy were sealing itself off, to keep your seed inside.
She collapsed onto her sister, who grunted in surprise, as her now pleasure-drunk twin laughed dopily.
She didn't get a chance to say anything, though, as you spared no time in taking her next, your cock not softening in the least.
It still had a job to do, after all.
Unlike the upper twin, the lower ethuasiasic sister mouths to muffle herself in, the twin in question is too busy drooling into her twin's tits for anything else. Instead, as you pounded away at the entrance of her womb, her moans came quickly and frequently, echoing through the still room.
She felt just as good as her sister, and with her different position, you were able to get a better angle at her pussy, and you jackhammered into her pussy, each blow coming like a pleasurable punch to the girl, as you rearranged her guts.
With a lack of anything better to do with your hands, you busied yourself with laying a few ethuasiatic, carthatic smack on the upper twin's ass, enjoying the way her freckled skin reddened, and the way she shuddered and moaned happily with each strike.
Were all witches just naturally masochistic?
Something to look into later.
Another few strokes, bashing against the back of her pussy, then you pulled back, and gave her a herculean final shove, breaking through, and flooding her eggs directly with your cum.
Her body was greedy for it as well, and you could feel the entrance of her womb massaging your cock alongside the rest of her pussy, until you were out.
Pulling out, finally, and giving the upper one a final smack, you couldn't help but smile.
Maybe with this, they'd finally stop bothering you and Veronica.
Sighing, you backed away a bit, legs and hips aching.
You were tired.
Even then, though, you didn't sit down.
Instead, you turned around, facing the last unfilled girl in the room.
Veronica gulped, blushing.
Veronica was sitting on the bench, legs together, hands in her lap, utterly naked, as you approached.
She had taken off her clothes at some point and had then proceeded to watch the entirety of your sexual deviance, working through each member of her team, until finally you had turned to her.
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There was a faint blush on your friend's face as she looked up at you. Her eyes were filled with a mix of emotions you couldn't fully read. Happiness, longing, arousal, but also a faint measure of something darker.
Your penis hung, just at eye level with her, rock hard, and still ready to go.
Even though you could feel the exhaustion, the fatigue at having sex with so many women wore you down as well, and you did your best not to acknowledge the soreness of your legs and hips.
What type of friend would you be if you didn't have a bit more left in the tank for one of your friends?
"Last but not least?" You asked the red-headed girl, raising an eyebrow. Her eyes, which had trained themselves on your dick, rose to meet your own, and the smile on her face became both nervous and ecstatic.
She looked away anyway, fingers coming up to poke at one another.
"I m-mean, if you're sure." She stuttered out. "You're probably pretty tired. I wouldn't blame you if you took a break…" She trailed off.
You sighed.
Looks like you were going to have to take drastic measures.
Reaching down and, gently, taking hold of the redhead's arm, you pulled her up until she was standing. The girl complied easily, following your movements with no resistance.
Turning her to face you, you took hold of her chin before leaning in and planting your lips against hers.
Her eyes went wide immediately, as your tongue began requesting entrancement into her mouth. The surprised noise she tried to make gave you the opening you needed to enter into her mouth and dominate it with your tongue.
You held the kiss for a good amount of time, until she was moaning and shuddering in your grasp. Pulling away, a trail of saliva connected your lips, for a moment, before it fell, and she stared back at you, wide-eyed and glassy-eyed. Stunned at your actions.
"Wuh, What was that?" She eventually managed to get out.
You smirked.
"To show how serious I was, now, are you ready?"
She blushed, looking stunned and overwhelmingly happy, before finally nodding.
You lead her over to the massage tables as well. The twins were still collapsed where you had left them, and as you walked by, you got a sight of one of the twins passed out, sucking on her sister's nipples in her sleep, while the other moaned in her own nap, no doubt having some sort of dirty dream from the stimulation.
Thankfully, there was more than one table, and you were able to go to the one beside the two, gesturing towards it.
"I think this will do." You began, before wincing as you stepped up. Veronica evidently noticed the motion, frowning at your soreness, before obviously coming to some conclusion on her own.
So, instead of climbing on first, like you were gesturing, she adopted a serious look before pushing you onto the table instead.
Not really worried, you didn't resist, allowing her to situate you so you were lying down, dick sticking straight up into the air like a perverse flagpole. She climbed on after you, before stepping, so she had one leg on either side of your body.
You understood then, as she crouched down, her soaked entrance brushing against your cock head. Her arousal dripped down, landing on your crotch, as she stood there.
Blushing, she looked at you, for the first time since you've known her, hiding behind her voluminous hair as she spoke.
"Y-you seemed tired, so I figured I'd do the work this time." She began lowering herself, inch by inch, sinking onto your cock. You shuddered as you were slowly enveloped by her warm, wet slit, the needy hole welcoming you in with the enthusiasm of a starving man seeing a buffet.
Encountering a barrier, Veronica only paused for a second before pushing through, barely wincing as you entered parts of the girl's pussy that had never been touched before, taking her virginity. Or rather, maybe, she took her own virginity, using you.
Eventually, she bottomed out, hilting you deep inside her. At the same time, you felt yourself bump against the back of her pussy.
You both sat there, luxuriating in the feeling for a while, before Veronica, evidently feeling stable enough to begin moving, drew herself up again, with her legs.
A long moan escaped the red-headed girl as she went up and up and up, before, finally.
"PLAP!"
She came back down, slamming herself down onto your cock, bottoming out once more, and drawing a moan out of both of you.
What she didn't notice was the wince you had from the impact, but you did your best to hide that, anyway.
It wasn't a problem at the moment.
From there, she sped up, bouncing up and down on your cock in an uneven rhythm, at times having her legs shudder, and let go from a surprise orgasm, dropping early, and in other instances, making it all the way to the top, before dropping her full weight upon you.
It was messy; the constant orgasms the Gryffindor was suffering meant that she had already likely stained the bed with her arousal, and Veronica obviously was unfamiliar with the motion.
It was a nice view, though. The uneven pace meant that, with each thrust, the redhead's voluminous tits were bouncing directly in your face, in a similar position to Angelina. Except where Angelina's breasts had simply brushed against your face every once in a while, with each thrust, 'Ron plunged you face first between her breasts, stealing your ability to breathe, and your higher brain functions, and you were sandwiched in the softness.
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The constant activity, as well as the game before, meant both of you were perspiring, and occasionally, you could see a droplet run down her massive globes, gathering at the tip of her nipple, before dropping down.
It was a hypnotizing thing to see, especially as, well, close-up, as you were getting.
The constant orgasms had her unsteady enough that, as she bounced, a radiant smile on her face, she began leaning back ominously. Before she could go too far, you reached forward, catching her hands in your own, and interlocking your fingers.
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You both froze, blushing, at the movement, before, after just a second of staring, Veronica squeezed your hands and started bouncing once more.
It felt all the more intimate now, though, as you held hands and stared into each other's eyes.
Eventually, though, even Veronica's boundless energy couldn't keep up, especially after a game, and she began to slow, and you were able to see her legs start to struggle and lifting her.
You took that moment to strike, sitting up, and using your grip on her hands to push her down, all without removing your dick.
Veronica yelped as she was suddenly back against the massage bed, with her hands pinned on either side by your own, and her legs forced up and apart.
You grinned down at her as she looked back, startled.
"My turn~" You teased, before beginning to thrust.
Any confusion from there was melted away, as you pounded away at your friend, and now lover, pussy. It was similar to the twins, as wrong as it felt to compare them, in that it felt as if Veronica's body was made for breeding.
Each thrust was heavenly, and accepted by her body as if begging for your release. Her pussy tightened in pulsating rhythm, as if trying to milk your shaft as best it could, and every time you bottomed out inside her, it was less like you were battering against a door, and more like her womb kissing your cock head with each impact.
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Veronica herself had a happy smile on the entire time, her eyes rolling as she bucked her hips against you. You wouldn't think this girl had been a virgin until a few moments ago, with how she was acting, but you knew enough about your friend to tell that this was just her instinctual response.
Veronica really was built for breeding. It wasn't meant to be derogatory or mean towards your friend; that was just the activity that her body was very clearly most effective at.
With the new position, as well as with your own second wind, you were able to set a much faster and more consistent rhythm than Veronica, and the sound of sex, for the seventh time since you'd entered, filled the room.
You idly wondered just how long it would take to get the smell of sex out of the locker room, before reasoning that there were probably spells for that.
Panting and moaning, Veronica gazed up at you, and there was an emotion in her blue eyes, intense enough to strike you speechless. The message, though, was clear, and you leaned down, capturing her lips again, and drawing Veronica into another deep kiss, your tongues intertwining, as you both reached your final climax of the night.
A final, deep thrust had you punching right through the entrance, and into her womb, cumming deep inside the third Weasley. You wondered how many more sisters you'd need to have sex with before getting the full set, before crushing the thought, and focusing more on the here and now.
Pulling away, but remaining inside, you gazed down at Veronica, who you'd never seen look happier or more content. With a wide smile, she spoke in the same blunt, honest way she always did.
"Herman," she began. You tilted your head in askance. "I love you."
The sheer honesty in her eyes. The way she said it so bluntly struck you for a moment, speechless, before you put all those years of studying to use and respond.
"I love you too, Veronica."
Her smile was breathtaking.
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Professor McGonagall had come knocking after that, and the lot of you scrambled to hide the evidence of your activities. You had never seen the twins look so serious before, as all stained clothing was thrown into a locker, and scent-removal charms began to be cast across the room, seeking to remove the smell of sex that now permeated it.
By the time the lot of you had finished, in a record thirty seconds, and you were rushed out the opposite side of the locker room, exiting onto the entrance to the field, and ducking underneath the stands to exit the stadium fully.
As you did leave, you heard the transfiguration professor congratulating her team. You didn't stay back to listen in. It was getting dark anyway, and something told you that, despite having been there, Veronica would treat you and Harry to a full play-by-play the coming morning.
The orange-haired girl tended to repeat things a lot, but she did it in such an innocent fashion that it usually fell on the side of charming, rather than annoying.
Heading across the grounds, you came to realize that not only had you been left behind, the stadium long since emptied, but from the position of the moon, and from the information the Tempus you cast, you were also late for dinner.
If you tried to head to the dining hall now, you would likely make it just in time for dinner, more specifically, dessert.
Your nose wrinkled at the thought of eating nothing but sugar-heavy foods directly before bed. That wasn't good for you.
Patting your stomach self-consciously, you instead chose to just have a bit of the trail-mix you had stored in your dormitory instead, and you changed your course, thus turning away from the great hall.
If you timed this right, you should be able to get there just after the others did. Harry would likely wait in the common room, and you could tell her about how your day went.
…
You would leave out parts of it.
For… privacy, reasons.
Yeah, that would work.
Heading through the halls and up the winding towers, you waved to a few ghosts and paintings you knew as you passed. Not a single other student was sighted, though, and you wondered why, briefly, before turning into the Ravenclaw tower.
You'd figure it out later.
Stepping up to the knocker, it opened its mouth to give a riddle, before squinting at you.
"Ugh." It scoffed out, a non-too-pleased look on its face. You'd made clear just how unimpressed you were with its riddles many times, and a mutual dislike had been formed.
"Are you going to give your riddle?" You asked, staring down your nose at the animated door decoration.
"No, just… go away." It grunted before the door opened, allowing you in.
You were immediately assaulted by a tiny, bottom-heavy ballistic missile, tackling you around the waist. Two green eyes glared up at you, sparking dangerously.
"Where were you?" She growled angrily.
You tried to put on a reassuring smile, patting her on the back.
"I was just congratulating Ron." You offered.
"For a few hours?"
"Yes?"
She looked suspiciously up at you. After you pat her on the head a few more times, she grunted and turned away.
"You're going to tell me about it, let's go." She demanded, dragging you away. You waved a hand at your chuckling dormmates, who were watching the byplay. Bastards didn't do anything to attempt to save you.
Just before you were pulled up the stairs, you caught a familiar sight of blonde hair, and one Luna Lovegood, shooting you a thumbs up. Her smile was positively smug. In her left hand was a sign. There was a single statement.
"Congratulations. It's all girls."
You blinked in confusion, but didn't get a chance to consider, as you were pulled along.
You ended up recounting an edited version of your tale to your friend, before helping her with her Potions Homework, munching on some trail mix, and then turning in.