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“I say we carry this forward somewhere private, Miss Potter,” Hermione whispered sultrily in Emily’s ear, then planted a quick kiss right behind her earlobe.
Emily let out a tiny mewl of desire and said, “Why not, Miss Granger? I am, as they say, all yours tonight.”
Hermione smirked and lowered her left hand to caress Emily’s ass. Emily raised an eyebrow in amusement. Anybody in the Great Hall could see where Hermione’s hand was at the moment. Still grinning, Hermione moved her hand to Emily’s waist instead.
Their eyes fixed solely on each other, the two of them finished waltzing on the song the Weird Sisters were currently playing and slipped out of the Great Hall without raising anyone’s suspicion. They giggled throughout their way up to the seventh-floor, many a times stopping in the way to sneak a kiss or two, until they eventually found themselves snogging near the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy.
Emily pinned Hermione to the wall and planted her lips on the brunette’s neck. Hermione moaned in ecstasy. Somehow Emily knew exactly where to press and where to suck. It was driving Hermione crazy. She whispered Emily’s name through parted lips while clinging to the wall with her back flat against it and her hands above her head. Her cock was making a prominent tent in her dress, and she was not ashamed to show Emily how much she wanted this, wanted her.
Keeping their lips locked, Emily caressed Hermione’s bulge with her hands and breathed, “Somebody’s excited.”
“Are you not?” Hermione asked with all the seriousness in the world.
“I am.”
Emily raised a leg and put it on the other side of the bulge in Hermione’s gown dress so that her cock was now properly lodged between Emily’s own plush thighs. When Emily moved her hips over the length, Hermione couldn’t help but groan with something carnal in her heart. She humped her own hips into Emily’s, feeling her soft thighs against her rock-hard erection, even if clothed. It didn’t matter that her dress now had a wet spot because of her cock leaking precum. Nothing mattered except Emily and the way she made Hermione go nuts with the littlest of her actions.
Hermione let Emily wish for the room since she was busy exploring Emily’s soft skin with her own thirsty lips. As the brass door appeared, Hermione realized she was pinned right against it. Emily gave a roguish grin before suddenly sweeping Hermione off her feet, making her squeal. With one hand, Emily kept Hermione off the floor, and with the other, she opened the door, then she carried Hermione inside and lay her down on a comfy bed.
“So strong,” Hermione whispered, as Emily crawled over her.
“And you’re so big,” breathed the Metamorphmagus witch, pulling the bottom of her dress above her knees before putting her legs on either side of Hermione’s torso.
The brunette’s cock stood erect under her gown dress, grinding against Emily’s hips as she moved. Hermione rubbed her erection against Emily’s bottom while her hands wrapped around her back, their lips brushing against each other, their lungs gasping for air. Hermione felt her chest push into Emily’s relatively smaller one, their nipples poking against their dresses. Neither of the two had deemed it necessary to wear a bra tonight. It’s like they had been hoping to shag the daylights out of each other at the end of the night, which they both definitely had.
“Hey,” Hermione purred, as they ceased kissing for a brief moment.
“Hi,” said Emily, grinning.
“There’s something I wanted to ask you,”
“Yeah?”
“I want to video record this night, if you don’t mind,” Hermione said hopefully. “This is a special night for me, I’ve waited so long for this. I want to relive it in the future.”
“You have me, Hermione,” Emily said softly, holding Hermione’s chin. “We can do this as many times as you want to. But I don’t mind recording it, either.”
“Thank you!” Hermione cheered, giving Emily a chaste kiss on the lips. She repeated the wish under her breath, and a video tape recorder appeared out of thin air on the bedside table.
“Where do we place it?” Emily wondered aloud.
“There.”
Emily followed Hermione’s line of sight to find herself looking up at the ceiling.
“It will be able to catch the entire bed from there,” Hermione said matter-of-factly.
Agreeing, Emily levitated the video recorder and stuck it against the ceiling. The red light in a corner signified it had been turned on.
“We’re ready,” Emily said, grinning down at Hermione once again. “And so looks our friend here,” she added wittily, running her hand over Hermione’s bulge.
“It’s been ready for this since forever,” Hermione said honestly.
“I should be paying my gratitude then,” Emily offered promptly. “Calm it down a little bit before we proceed things further.”
“I don’t think it’s going to be calmed tonight,” said Hermione.
“Let’s try first.”
While Emily had opted to wear a dress that clung to her body, Hermione had gone for a ball gown instead that gave Emily a free access to sneak inside it from the bottom. Emily spread Hermione’s legs apart and nestled between her legs, laid on her own fours, her upper half disappearing underneath the velvety cloth.
“Oh, Emily,” Hermione moaned pleasantly when Emily got hold of her erect cock at last. She wasn’t wearing any knickers either tonight. She was counting on having sex with Emily at the end of the night.
“You naughty witch,” Emily’s voice came from under the dress. “Where are your knickers?”
Hermione just giggled.
Hermione’s dick had to be a foot long, Emily thought. It was very thick too. She couldn’t even wrap her palms around it properly. It was like a thick, unyielding rod of steel with engorged veins palpating across its length, pumping blood at a rapid pace, making Hermione’s cock throb with want. It was a true epitome of power and brute strength.
One hand at the base and one on the spongy head, Emily stroked Hermione’s length, making her clench the bed sheets in her fists. Emily twisted her hands in all the delicious ways she knew her lover would find amazing.
A few strokes later, while continuing to do so, Emily sneaked one hand down to Hermione’s ball sac and caressed it with feather-like touches. Hermione’s balls were the size of tennis balls.
“That feels so good, Emily!” Hermione gasped. “Touch my balls more, please!”
Emily was going to nonetheless. She lowered her head and poked Hermione’s balls with her tongue, making her twitch in bed.
“Fuuuuck!”
Glad with the reactions she was able to elicit out of Hermione, Emily lowered down further and placed tiny, little kisses on Hermione’s hung sac, enjoying the way she twitched, before she engulfed one of the balls in her mouth and sucked lavishly.
“Ah, yes! That — that feels amazing, my love!”
Emily sucked on Hermione’s hung balls while also stroking her huge cock above her own head, producing popping sounds every time her lips detached from the loose scrotal skin. Soon after, she trailed her lips upward and dragged them across the length of Hermione’s shaft. Planting a smack on the tip, she gently placed her mouth on the large head and tried to take more and more of Hermione’s extraordinary length. Her mouth was stretching wider than she had imagined, but she put her special abilities to work and began to swallow Hermione’s dick more easily.
Hermione was beginning to lose herself in the bliss of Emily’s extremely arousing ministrations. Her Metamorphmagus abilities were a true godsend, a boon to be protected at all costs. Emily was taking her foot-long cock with such ease, it amazed her out of her wits. Nobody had been able to achieve such a feat before.
Willing to help out, Hermione placed her hands on the back of Emily’s head under her dress and pushed further while also lifting her hips at the same time so that more and more inches of her length went inside Emily’s mouth.
Emily gagged because Hermione’s cock was now pushing into the back of her throat. Her abilities came into play again. Her throat muscles expanded, and the large shaft found its way deeper into her throat, bending willfully to reach as far as it could.
Finally, the whole length was inside. Hermione lay there, gasping for breath, as her cock stayed lodged inside the wet, warm tunnel that was Emily’s lovely mouth. Her balls rested against Emily’s chin, the black-haired witch’s breaths tickling her pubic region. Hermione was on cloud nine. Emily’s mouth felt so good around her thick cock, choking on it. She maintained a firm hold on Emily’s head before Emily eventually started to pull back. Her cock rubbed against the fleshy walls once again, throbbing, pulsing with need.
Emily pulled back, gagging, until only the head remained inside.
“Emily, please,” Hermione mumbled, her cock demanding to be put back inside, “I need this.”
She folded her legs behind Emily’s back, desperate to reduce the distance between her and her salvation. She could actually feel Emily grinning against the head of her cock before she lowered down over Hermione’s enormous shaft once again. Hermione moaned loudly as the incredible tightness engulfed her shaft once more. It was tight and wet, a perfect cocktail for bringing her closer to her climax.
Emily ran her mouth up and down over Hermione’s shaft while the brunette futa maintained her head in place, never letting it slip out of reach for more than a fraction of a second. She began moving her own hips as well, giving shallow thrusts at first, so that Emily’s nose only tickled against her pubic hair. However, soon enough, the beast inside her roared to the front and took charge. She thrust her pelvis more powerfully into Emily’s face, smashing her cock deep inside her throat. She knew if they were doing this in a different position, a bulge would have been very prominently visible on Emily’s throat as Hermione saw in and out of her at a brutal pace.
Emily choked on the absolute monster that was stuffing her mouth in its entirety, particularly enjoying the way her face kept hitting against Hermione’s pelvis, her chin slapping into her hung ball sac. Her eyes were pricking with tears, and her nose had gone rather numb with all the hitting.
When she paused for a moment, Hermione let out an animalistic moan, sounding desperate to fuck Emily’s face again. Emily reaffirmed her grip on Hermione’s thighs, and as the cock stayed still inside her mouth, she made her throat muscles vibrate.
“MY GOD!” Hermione cried out, shocked, pleased beyond her imagination. “What — whatever you’re doing, Emily, don’t stop! Just don’t stop!”
Her nails dug into Emily’s hair. Her whole body was seizing with a thrill unlike any it had ever felt before. Her cock felt like it was lodged inside a sex toy that was vibrating mercilessly at top speed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her mouth hanging open.
“Emily . . . Emily, FUCK!” she gasped, no longer thrusting her hips.
Emily had never done this before, not even dreamt of it. The thought crossed her mind only a few seconds ago, and although she had hesitated for a brief moment, she told herself she could let loose tonight and got to work. Hermione’s cock was hitting against the walls of her throat, throbbing harder than ever. The head was almost reaching the end of her sternum. She was sure Hermione could feel herself poking Emily’s heart with the tip of her shaft.
It wasn’t long before Hermione exploded with a monstrous roar on a very short notice, shooting loads of her sticky, strong-smelling cum inside Emily, who felt full, even bloated, as the cum pooled in her stomach, inflating it.
As Hermione lay breathless, mumbling incoherently, Emily re-emerged with her belly and her throat back to their normal proportions.
“What . . . was that?” Hermione panted, getting up on her elbows.
“Just a bit of magic,” said Emily, grinning.
“Cheek,” Hermione mumbled before pulling her dress over her belly to have a look at the state of her cock. It was still dripping cum, staining her dress and now also the bed sheets with white spots. “I don’t think I’ve ever cummed that hard to just a blow job. It was something else entirely.”
“My pleasure,” Emily said wittily.
“Now that you’ve seen my dick, I want to see yours too,” Hermione said, pouting. “C’mon, pants off, Potter.”
“Sure.”
Emily got off of bed with her back towards Hermione and bent her arms behind her in order to reach the elusive zip.
“Give me a hand, please?” Emily said in a sly whisper.
Hermione hurried forward to help Emily unzip her dress from behind. She watched Emily pull her dress down her shoulders, and even planted a soft kiss on her right shoulder, before Emily stepped away and bent over, giving Hermione a very clear view of her wide, juicy ass. Hermione gulped, her cock ready to bounce back. She quickly got her own dress off, and the two of them now stood absolutely naked in front of each other.
Emily was beautiful, divinely so. Her skin was even paler under the dress, giving her skin a nice contrast. Her breasts, although smaller than Hermione’s own, looked full and tight, almost as if she had gotten implants. She had a toned stomach and lean arms. Her thighs, however, were thicker than expected, giving her body a pear-like appearance. The most striking part, however, remained her cock. Huge didn’t even begin to describe it. It was enormous, jutting out of her pelvis like a large pillar, a third appendage, its head even bigger, laden with extra foreskin, purple veins running across its entire length. It was bigger than Hermione’s own, and so were her balls that hung so low, full of potent semen, that they reached half the length of her thicker thighs.
“Like what you see?”
“Are you teasing me, Potter?” Hermione whispered, frowning, but also very much aroused.
Emily stepped forward and aligned her cock next to Hermione’s, which had regained its own foot-long hardness. Emily’s shaft was fifteen inches long, if Hermione was guessing right.
“Look, they’re kissing,” Emily said, giggling. She pushed the tip of her cock into Hermione’s, who felt a jolt of ecstasy when the two bumped into each other.
Emily thrust her chest forward so that their tits rubbed. She grabbed Hermione by the waist and kissed her hard. Hermione allowed Emily entrance, and they fought a sweet battle of dominance with their tongues. Their bodies pressed flush; their dicks, their tits, their limbs — all bumping into each other, providing sensations nobody but them could ever experience.
“Why not make your tits bigger too?” Hermione asked when they paused to catch their breaths.
“So that we both have leverage,” said Emily, shrugging.
“How thoughtful of you.” Hermione giggled.
Emily’s touches were both desperate and careful at the same time. She caressed Hermione’s back with feather-light touches. Hermione, on the other hand, was moving with a purpose. She held Emily’s monster of a cock in her palms and stroked it.
Emily sighed longingly, humping her hips into Hermione’s hands, whispering, “Keep touching me, Hermione, it feels really, really good.”
Hermione trailed her lips down until she reached Emily’s chest. She licked around the nipples in close circles before finally putting her mouth around one and sucking on it with unfiltered passion. She wrapped her arms around Emily’s waist and took turns sucking on her both breasts, nibbling and teasing them with her tongue. Emily made a sharp intake of breath when Hermione bit her left nipple between her teeth.
“I love that,” Emily mumbled, giggling when Hermione repeated the same thing with her other nipple.
Emily’s cock was currently sandwiched between both of their torsos. Hermione’s, however, was humping into the space between Emily’s thighs, able to feel the heat coming off of Emily’s body. A while later, it curved upwards and headed straight for the warm, coveted entrance that was Emily’s moist pussy before Emily caught it at the final split second, making Hermione mewl.
“Don’t be so hasty,” Emily said, giggling.
She pulled Hermione upon her, so that her fifteen inches were now truly sandwiched between their torsos. Hermione got to rub her own cock against Emily’s pussy lips. She then pulled back and got off of Emily, whose cock now stood erect like a mast in the air, bobbing back and forth under its own heft.
Hermione got around and put her legs on both sides of Emily, facing upside down, so that they were facing each other’s cocks now.
“Let me take care of this big boy,” Hermione said, taking a firm hold of Emily’s cock. Her own was now dangling over Emily’s face, right above her mouth, eager to re-enter the revered hole.
“Do I need to make it small?” Emily asked teasingly while wrapping her hands around Hermione’s hanging dick.
“Hey!” Hermione cried indignantly.
The monster cock in her hands was suddenly reduced to an excuse of a dick only three inches in length.
Emily giggled hard, and that’s when Hermione pushed her dick straight into Emily’s mouth, making her choke, but Hermione didn’t relent and lowered her hips until more than half her length had entered Emily’s throat.
“You’re going to do just as Mommy says, you understand?”
Hermione’s voice left no room for noncompliance. Emily nodded as much as she could with the huge cock stuffing her mouth.
“Good girl, Mommy’s got you,” Hermione said sweetly. “Now grow your dick like the one filling your pretty mouth right now. Do it for Mommy.”
Emily obeyed, and her cock grew into a foot-long shaft in front of Hermione’s eyes.
“Very good,” Hermione purred, getting a hold of Emily’s slightly smaller cock than earlier. “Mommy’s in control, okay? You lay back and enjoy, can you do that for Mommy?”
Emily gave another nod. Her hands snaked up to grab Hermione’s thighs and pulled her lower, so that Hermione practically sat on Emily’s face, her entire length now lodged inside Emily’s capable mouth.
“That’s good,” Hermione purred, lowering her upper half as well in pursuit of the magnificent dick in hand. Now that she paid attention to it, she noticed it was an identical copy of her own.
While Emily kneaded Hermione’s thighs and choked on her dick, Hermione began licking Emily’s cock around the tip, making Emily’s hips jerk in pleasure. She rolled her tongue around the cock and at last engulfed the head with her lips. Emily moaned against the log of meat in her own mouth.
Hermione’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. Emily’s shaft, identical to her own in every aspect, was stretching her mouth wide, and unlike Emily, she couldn’t expand it. She was nowhere near being finished though. She forced herself lower, inch by inch, until Emily’s cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged, pulling back involuntarily, knowing there was no going further.
“Fuck,” she hissed irritably, staring at Emily’s cock that was half coated with saliva now, “I can’t take it all. Why can’t I?”
Emily grabbed Hermione’s thighs harder, struggling to form words. Hermione felt a tingle of pleasure run up her spine and she pulled her cock out of Emily’s mouth with a moan, the entire length soaked in saliva from tip to the base.
“It’s okay,” Emily said consolingly. “You do as much as you can, just focus on enjoying the process, you know. That’s all that matters.”
Hermione nodded her head before a smirk occupied her lips, and she said, “Guess I need practice, what do you think?”
Just as Emily had opened her mouth to reply, Hermione pushed her dick back inside, making Emily gurgle her words before losing track of it and simply laying back and taking pleasure in choking on the cock in her mouth. Hermione returned her attention to the cock in her own hands and once again engulfed it, pushing inch after inch. She could feel herself going further than last time. It bloomed hope in her chest — the hope of pleasing her true love to the fullest.
Hermione was in control this time. She was not only giving Emily a blow job, but also raising and falling her own hips over Emily’s face, fucking it effectively and relentlessly at her own pace. This time she also got the chance to watch her cock make a huge bulge in Emily’s throat. It was a hypnotizing sight to say the least.
“Mommy loves you, Emily,” Hermione gasped, pulling her mouth back for a moment. “You’re being such a good girl. Take Mommy’s cock, choke on it, baby. Choke and gag, you can do that for Mommy, right?”
Emily gagged on Hermione’s cock. All of a sudden her throat began constricting, becoming tighter, squeezing the cock lodged in there. Hermione moaned out loud as the pressure went a notch up. Her cock was being squeezed in a death grip by Emily’s throat, and she knew she was going to lose soon. She brought her mouth on Emily’s dick once again and forced herself as low as possible. Her chin almost touched Emily’s pubes. She herself choked on Emily’s shaft, her eyes moistening up with tears.
At the same time that Emily’s throat was squeezing Hermione’s cock in a death grip, with one last attempt, Hermione succeeded in taking Emily’s entire length inside her mouth. They both exploded at the same time, releasing torrents of cum into each other’s bellies, moaning at the top of their lungs although the sounds were majorly muffled by the cocks that were still shooting inside their mouths.
Shuddering with pleasure as bone-shaking as the one they had just managed to achieve, Hermione fell on her left, her eyes closed, her cock dripping. Emily’s cock was still spurting and launched a few globs of cum over Hermione’s face and chest. Hermione was damn sure she had done the same to Emily.
“Fuck, Hermione, what even was that?” Emily said, half-giggling, half-gasping.
Hermione giggled too and turned to look at Emily again. There were white streaks across her face and chest. To her surprise, however, something strange was happening to Emily. Her tits were randomly changing in size. First they enlarged to match Molly’s and even bigger, perhaps somewhere near J-cups, then they shrank to become almost flat. Her hair was changing colors like a billboard too.
“Emily, what’s happening to you?” Hermione asked concernedly.
“Nothing to fuss about,” Emily assured her. “My control on my powers is slipping is all. It will take only a moment.”
And sure enough, the random changes stopped in a few seconds.
“Hey, I just had an idea,” Emily said, giggling mischievously. “Have you ever thought of fucking yourself?”
In front of Hermione’s eyes, Emily changed her appearance to look exactly like Hermione herself. Everything about them was the same; from hair to eyes to tits to cock — every damned thing.
“Emily . . .”
“Answer my question,” said Emily-Hermione. “Have you ever?”
“Yes, only about a hundred times,” said Hermione truthfully. “It’s so hard to not fuck myself when I wake up every morning with my hard cock between my tits, almost reaching my lips.”
“Let’s do it then,” Emily-Hermione said excitedly. “It’ll be so much fun.”
“I’m sure it’ll be, but maybe next time,” Hermione found herself saying. “Tonight, I want to see your face when we do it. I love you, Emily, and we’re going to make love in all the lovely and the nasty ways there are to make love in.”
Nodding, Emily changed back into herself.
“You love me that much?” she asked warmly. “I’m honored, really.”
Hermione made her way to Emily and embraced her fondly.
“You bet I do.”
They rolled around in bed, sharing hot kisses and tending to each other’s sensitive points. Their lips tasted of cum and saliva, and it only heightened their desire for each other.
“By the way,” Emily whispered, “I didn’t know you had a Mommy kink.”
Hermione’s cheeks flushed, but she was determined not to hesitate tonight.
“We have a lot to share with each other,” she said, nudging her nose with Emily’s. “But that’s for another time, right? Tonight, we’re busy doing this.”
She amplified her point by seducingly moving her hips over Emily’s lap. She had ended up on top of Emily during their rolling over. While her own cock had risen erect, bending over to hit her own stomach repeatedly, her pussy lips and her balls were now rubbing over the length of Emily’s lance, which was pulsating between their bodies.
Hermione sat up straight and reached for her own tits to grope them harshly while her hips continued to move and Emily lay beneath her, holding her ass and moaning her name under her breath.
“I can’t wait anymore, Hermione,” Emily said, her voice dripping with primal desires. “I need to be inside you, fill you whole.”
“Yes, Mommy’d like that,” said Hermione, bringing one of Emily’s hands to her idle cock; Emily began stroking it at once. “Fill Mommy entirely, okay, sweetheart? You do what you gotta do.”
When Hermione raised herself, Emily’s dick followed and rose erect once again, throbbing with need. Emily lay breathlessly, stroking Hermione’s cock with one hand and holding her with the other. Hermione planted her feet on the mattress properly and guided Emily’s cock towards her moist pussy.
“It’s Mommy’s first time ever,” Hermione informed at the brink. “Make it worth it, I know you will.”
“Yes, Mommy, I will!” Emily howled, as, after all the foreplay and the amazing blow jobs, the head of her cock finally split Hermione’s pussy lips and speared its way inside.
Hermione moaned out loud as well for it was the first time ever she was on the receiving end. When the spongy head entered, she took a couple of deep breaths. Emily was breathing hard beneath her, looking more beautiful than ever with her face both red with flushing and white with Hermione’s cum.
With her hands on her knees, Hermione lowered herself further. More and more of Emily’s thick, foot-long dick forced itself deeper inside Hermione’s sacred chamber that was no longer inaccessible, no longer sacred. It was all Emily’s to behold now.
Slowly, but with rapid breaths, Hermione was eventually able to take Emily’s entire length. Her hips rested on Emily’s lap, her hands on Emily’s toned stomach now. A guttural moan automatically made its way out of her lungs, and she leaned flat over Emily, who caressed her face and kissed her on the lips with such tenderness and passion that Hermione felt butterflies in her belly.
“You’re inside me,” Hermione breathed in a dream-like voice. “We — we’re making love. I’m so happy.”
“Me too . . . It’s all real,” said Emily, kissing Hermione once more before she straightened back up.
At first, she only rubbed her hips against Emily’s lap, drawing out moans of pleasure from the Metamorphmagus witch. She could feel her bottom applying a significant weight on Emily’s plump, hairless balls. Then, interlinking her hands with Emily’s, Hermione slowly lifted herself up. She gasped contentedly as she felt Emily’s cock leave her, scraping her insides on the way.
She didn’t want that. No, there would be no pulling them apart from here.
She slammed herself back down on Emily’s lap and moaned at that delicious feeling of fullness once again. Her pussy was being spread apart by Emily’s massive shaft, although it was putting up a fair fight by sucking on the intruder, clasping it in a vice-like grip. She was half-wondering if Emily had made some adjustments to the size of her massive shaft because it was filling Hermione perfectly. As if its length and girth were especially carved to occupy Hermione’s birth canal without leaving a single iota of space unfilled.
Hermione raised herself once more and let herself fall. In a few attempts, she found a rhythm to her bouncing. Her tits were juggling uncontrollably, not that she minded in the least, and so didn’t Emily apparently because as soon as their hands disengaged, she reached out for Hermione’s breasts at once. She squeezed them playfully, giggling, while Hermione continued to impale herself on Emily’s fourteen-inch beast.
Meanwhile, Hermione placed her one hand between Emily’s knees to lean back so that her back arched and the other one to stroke her own raging cock. It was a mess of sensations. She was riding Emily’s cock while trying to bring her own needy cock to satisfaction. Emily’s ministrations on her tits were only adding to the whole flock of tingling throughout her body. Her mouth fell half open, her head hanging backwards, as she bounced relentlessly.
Some time over, Emily began participating more actively. She wanted this pussy for herself alone, and so she decided to ruin it for everyone else. She thrust her hips up into Hermione’s, fucking her like a well-oiled machine. Her hips slapped into Hermione’s every time she hit the hilt. She enlarged her cock even more, surpassing any length that she had ever had. It bulldozed its way deeper than Emily had crossed over to. It became a true bitchbreaker at eighteen-inch length. It was so ridiculously large that every time Emily thrust up, it visibly displaced Hermione’s organs apart, pushing her womb into her intestines. The pressure on her cock increased multifold since not only was it Hermione’s pussy’s first ever experience of having a cock in, but this one was so large, it was about to break her in half. The whole thing was so big and thick, the womb was acting like a condom for the head.
Hermione lost all sense of control over her body and mind, and gave in to her true carnal desires. She bounced even more vigorously, Emily’s name falling repeatedly through her lips. Her hand that was stroking her own dick fell backwards as well. Emily took hold of Hermione’s cock and stroked it rapidly, and within a minute, it shot spurts of cum all over Emily, projecting it over her face, hair, and chest.
Emily took in a deep breath and gave one last powerful thrust and a beastly roar of raw satisfaction before she too reached her climax. Her cock released such copious amounts of cum inside Hermione’s clinging pussy that, despite the obscenely thick cock plugging the entrance, it flooded out of her pussy and dribbled all over Emily’s lap.
Sitting up straight, Emily kissed Hermione on the lips and breathed in her ear, “I ruined your pussy for everyone else, Mommy.”
Hermione’s eyes were closed. She was breathing deeply. Wrapping her arms around Hermione’s waist, Emily got the brunette futa off of her lap and lay her down in bed. Their cocks, soaked in their own sticky secretions, had gone flaccid.
When Emily made to sit back up, one of Hermione’s hands pulled her down with her.
“I’m going nowhere,” Emily purred.
She turned Hermione to face her and sandwiched her leg between her own two. A genuine, happy smile graced the brunette futa’s lips. Emily placed a hand on her middle and hugged her close, craving the warmth their bodies were radiating, listening to their slow and gentle breathing. She lightly grazed her lips across Hermione’s neck and placed a chaste kiss behind her ear.
Their tits pressing flush into each other and their flaccid cocks in physical contact, Emily too shut her eyes and fell asleep to their heart beats in sync.
When Hermione came by again, she found herself wrapped in a tight embrace with Emily, their bodies pressing flush, their breaths showering each other’s necks. She still found it hard to believe that she was having this excitingly amazing night with the love of her life, her best friend of five years, the witch she had sworn to give her life for, Emily Potter.
Emily was absolutely breathtaking, and although there was always the possibility of her modifying her physical appearance to whatever she pleased, her natural form was beautiful in its own right. Her long black hair fell gracefully behind her head, her B-cups tangled with Hermione’s D-cups, breathing evenly. Her narrow waist gave way to enticingly wide buttocks and thicker-than-pillar thighs. Her cock lay flaccid between her thighs, in direct contact with Hermione’s own, although now that Hermione had awakened, so was her shaft, her heart rapidly pumping blood south. Her cock rose back to its foot-long prominence in less than a few seconds, nestled between their bellies, the tip touching their tits with ease.
Hermione let out a shaky breath. Was it alright to stick her dick inside Emily while she was asleep? One evil voice in her mind said it didn’t matter; tonight was all about pleasure. Another voice, a gentle one, however, said that there was no need to be hasty when she had all the time in the world with Emily; they were one soul in two bodies now.
“Emily . . .” Hermione breathed, planting a soft kiss on the tip of Emily’s nose. “Mommy’s awake, look.”
Emily gave a grunt of disapproval and hid her face deeper in the crook of Hermione’s neck. Full of a renewed lust for her girlfriend, Hermione humped her cock between their torsos. It pushed into their mammaries and smudged them with precum.
“Is it Mommy or Daddy?” Emily said slyly, wrapping her warm palm around the moving shaft.
“Mommy,” Hermione said promptly. “Always Mommy.”
“Mommies can’t do this,” Emily said, stroking Hermione’s length from tip to base.
“But I can,” Hermione breathed, now nibbling on Emily’s earlobe. “You can be Daddy all you want.”
Emily giggled.
“Daddy is bigger than Mommy, look.”
She brought Hermione’s hand to her own dick that was now having a gentle wrestling match with Hermione’s own. It was at least fifteen inches long and as thick as Hermione’s forearm, laden with pulsing veins and lubricating both cocks with its lathery precum.
The two of them stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, humping their cocks against one another and kissing heatedly, their tongues sloppy and mouths dripping with saliva. They both reeked of sex and sweat, having not paid a mind to cleaning off the cum that they had splattered all over each other’s bodies.
Emily turned and pinned Hermione to the bed.
“If I’m Daddy, then it means I can do this, right?” she said, rubbing her dick at the entrance of Hermione’s not-virgin-anymore pussy.
“Why so hasty, Daddy?” Hermione said, smirking.
She pushed Emily to the side and squeezed her dick with a bit of pressure that made Emily gasp. Hermione brought Emily’s hand on her own cock as well and said, “Why don’t we help each other first?”
They sat up with one hand behind their backs and the other on the cock that was not their own. After so many orgasms, they had become far more sensitive, at least Emily had. Every time Hermione stroked her cock, pulling her foreskin back onto the shaft, Emily felt a strong bolt of electricity course right from the tip of her cock to her spine.
The two of them sat pumping each other’s lengths. In a while, Hermione leaned closer, and the two kissed passionately, strings of saliva connecting their red, slightly swollen lips. They were breathing hard through their noses, their sweaty chests rising and falling out of breath.
There was a sweet ache pooling in Emily’s gut. Her hand left Hermione’s cock, and although the brunette futa groaned in want, Emily leaned over her so that they fell back in bed with Emily on top and Hermione still stroking her fifteen-inch beast of a cock. Emily kissed Hermione hard and allowed her access at once. Hermione’s tongue entered the Metamorphmagus’s mouth, tasting her tonsils and invigorating her throat muscles.
A few seconds later, Emily pulled back and gladly burst her load all over Hermione, coating her upper-half in her thick cum. Hermione gasped as a few strands landed on her face as well. She licked her lips and moaned at the delicious taste on her tongue.
Emily fell on her back, panting.
“Hey, I’m still hanging here,” Hermione growled.
Emily got up, giggling, and nestled between Hermione’s spread legs, her cock throbbing angrily, her balls ready to churn some potent sperms out. Emily sat on her knees and bent forward, holding her tits. When she rubbed them around Hermione’s needy shaft, the brunette futa let out a shaky moan of thrill.
“Mommy, does that feel good?”
“Yes!” Hermione grunted, throwing her head backwards. “Make them bigger, your titties!”
“Mommy likes big udders.”
“Damn right I do!” Hermione gasped loudly.
Emily held her tits in her palms and watched them enlarge. They went from her natural B-cups to D, then F, and finally stopped at O. They were so heavy Emily’s spine bent forward reflexively. They had swallowed Hermione’s dick entirely, not even the tip was visible.
“Ah, fuck!” Hermione cried in pleasure. “So soft!”
Her cock was enveloped in softness unlike any before. Emily’s tits were gigantic, not even when Hermione thrust her hips that her cock appeared out of the valley between them. To compensate for the extremely bulky weight on her chest, Emily broadened her shoulders, her back and arm muscles bulking out powerfully. She had a picture perfect hourglass figure now with rock hard muscles, six pack abs, humongous breasts, wide hips, and a large cock with a heavy pair of balls. She was the true epitome of divine beauty, and Hermione was the one who was going to abuse it.
Hermione rose to her knees and pulled Emily up before she began drilling into her tits, giving long, powerful thrusts, as if she was pushing into a hole and not some titflesh. She rested her hands on top of Emily’s large rack and pushed her hips forward, sawing in and out, only the base of her cock visible. Her balls clapped into Emily’s hefty jugs without creating any sound since the flesh was so soft it engulfed Hermione’s balls every time they hit the surface.
She leaned forward and kissed Emily on the mouth while her pelvis continued to assault the Metamorphmagus’s abnormally huge breasts, humping her cock in the soft valley between the two globes of flesh. Hermione was close to her breaking point, she realized, but she had no intentions of letting go so soon.
“Emily,” she growled against the black-haired witch’s lips, “I want to fuck you.”
“Yes, fuck me,” Emily mumbled, her lips trembling. “I’m yours, Mommy.”
“Damn right you are.”
Hermione crawled back, her cock coming out of the soft valley at last, throbbing harder than ever. She rose to her feet and pulled Emily by her arms as well. Emily was heavier than earlier, thanks to her newly gained mass on her chest and muscles. Hermione was past the caring point though. She folded Emily’s arms around her own neck and lifted her up.
Emily squeaked at the surprising display of power by Hermione and immediately crossed her legs behind the futa’s back, ready to be pounded for the first time in her life. After all the fucking they had done all over the castle, both of them were still virgins when it came to their pussies, but it all ended tonight, and Emily couldn’t say she wasn’t excited. Hermione looked ready to truly fuck her into the next week.
However, when Hermione guided her cock to gain entry, Emily gasped.
“That’s the other hole!”
“Mommy knows best,” was all that Hermione said before her cock invaded Emily’s tight asshole.
A particularly loud moan tore its way out of Emily’s throat. Her entire body seized in Hermione’s arms. Hermione held her firmly while the shaft continued to force its way deeper, scraping against Emily’s rectal muscles and the back of her prostate. It sent her over the edge in an instant, and her cock quickly projected a small load into the space between their torsos.
Hermione giggled devilishly. Emily had this feeling of fullness in her guts as Hermione’s shaft dug deeper and deeper until the entire length was inside. Hermione held Emily up by her bottom and kissed her languidly.
Hermione’s hips pulled and pushed, again and again and again, as she fucked Emily with desire unlike any she had ever felt for anyone in her life. She pistoned in and out, their thighs slapping loudly, shaking Emily’s entire body in her arms.
Emily hugged Hermione tighter, words falling out of her mouth all jumbled and even incomplete, her breathing fast, her heartbeat double fast. Her bulky breasts bounced wildly, clapping into one another as well as those of the witch fucking her right now. Soon enough, her flaccid cock rose again and rubbed against their torsos, her own abs, helpless at the moment.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Hermione groaned under her breath. “Your ass is so tight, Emily, it’s sucking Mommy’s cock in.”
Emily was too far gone to reply and lay bouncing in Hermione’s arms, feeling the intense pleasure that taking a foot-long dick in the ass brought to oneself.
“Is Mommy making you feel good?”
Emily mumbled her agreement.
“Because Mommy knows best,” Hermione said in a whisper before she finally stepped over her breaking point and shot globs and globs of cum deep inside Emily’s rectum, flooding it with the sticky essence of her love for the Metamorphmagus witch. Her legs gave way, and she fell down on bed with Emily in her lap. The bed gave a loud squeak of protest as they landed a bit unceremoniously.
Emily panted, and so did Hermione. Her cock had slipped out of Emily’s asshole when they were falling. It lay completely flaccid between their bodies. Emily’s, however, was throbbing, but as soon as Hermione gave a few tugs, it squirted cum over her face. Hermione giggled and wiped cum off her face, letting out a moan as she tasted some of it.
The two of them lay breathlessly, holding each other in their arms.
“We can talk tomorrow,” Hermione whispered. “I had an amazing night, Emily, thank you.”
“Daddy’s pleasure,” Emily said, grinning.
Hermione giggled heartily.
The two witches spent another few minutes kissing and giggling and kissing while giggling before the exhaustion succumbed them both to the world of dreams as good as the one they had just lived.