Dumbledore casts a spell on Ron and Harry
“You’re both doing splendidly,” Dumbledore murmured, his voice as warm as a cup of butterbeer on a winter’s evening. Harry Potter, kneeling on the plush carpet of the headmaster’s office, felt a strange mix of excitement and embarrassment at his words. His eyes were glued to the object in his mouth – the headmaster’s cock, which filled his mouth with a velvety warmth and a scent that was surprisingly sweet, like freshly baked cookies from the kitchens. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked eagerly, his mind a blur of sensation and confusion.
Ron Weasley, beside him, had his face buried in Dumbledore’s crotch, his tongue flicking and licking the wrinkled sack of his testicles with a hunger that seemed to have been conjured by the very same magic that had stripped them of their clothes and inhibitions. His eyes were wide with wonder, as if he had discovered a new spell, his cheeks flushed with arousal. Harry could feel the vibrations of Ron’s occasional moan resonating through Dumbledore’s cock, and it sent a shiver down his spine.
Dumbledore’s hand rested gently on Harry’s head, guiding him in a rhythm that grew steadily more urgent. Harry’s eyes watered as the headmaster’s girth grew, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he took it as a challenge, pushing his mouth further down until he felt the tip hit the back of his throat. The salty taste of precum filled his mouth, and he swallowed it eagerly, feeling a strange thrill at the idea that he was pleasing the greatest wizard of their time in such an intimate way.
As Harry worked his mouth, his own little hairless cock grew hard, rubbing against his thigh with each bob of his head. He reached down to stroke it, but Dumbledore’s hand moved to grip his wrist, pulling it away. “Patience, Harry,” he chuckled, a hint of mischief in his voice. “Your turn will come.” Harry’s eyes snapped up to meet Dumbledore’s, and he saw the lust burning in the old man’s gaze. It was a look that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
With a flick of his wand, Dumbledore cast a lubrication spell on Ron’s ass, and Harry watched as the older wizard’s cock grew even larger, the veins standing out like tiny rivers on a map. The headmaster positioned himself behind Ron, who looked back over his shoulder with a mix of fear and anticipation. Harry felt his own stomach clench in excitement as he watched Dumbledore’s cock push against Ron’s tight hole, the head breaching the entrance with a soft pop that echoed through the room. Ron’s eyes rolled back in his head, and a strangled moan escaped his lips as Dumbledore began to thrust, filling him completely. Harry’s mouth watered at the sight, knowing he would soon be experiencing the same sensation.
The rhythm grew faster, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh punctuating the quiet of the office. Ron’s body rocked back and forth, his own cock bobbing in time with Dumbledore’s thrusts. Harry’s eyes were glued to the sight, his mouth moving almost of its own accord as he watched the head of Dumbledore’s cock slide in and out of Ron’s ass. It was mesmerizing, and Harry felt his own arousal growing to a fever pitch. He had never seen anything so raw, so intimate, and so utterly arousing.
When Dumbledore finally pulled out, Ron’s ass was red and gaping, and Harry knew that he was next. He licked his lips in anticipation as Dumbledore’s cock, slick with lube and Ron’s ass, was presented to him. Without hesitation, Harry leaned in, taking the head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip. The taste was faintly musky, but it only served to drive his desire higher. He bobbed his head eagerly, taking more and more of the length down his throat as Dumbledore’s hands tangled in his hair, guiding him.
The headmaster’s breath grew ragged, and Harry could feel the tension building in the air. He sucked harder, bobbing faster, his tongue swirling around the head of Dumbledore’s cock as it grew even larger. Suddenly, with a roar, Dumbledore came, spurting hot cum into Harry’s mouth. Harry’s eyes watered, but he didn’t stop, swallowing everything the headmaster gave him, his own cock aching for release. When Dumbledore was finally spent, he pulled his cock out of Harry’s mouth and pointed it at Ron’s eager face. Ron took it greedily, sucking the last drops of cum from Dumbledore’s shaft before the spell was lifted and they were both gently lowered to the floor, panting and trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
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