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“Anal creampie sex? How do you know about what she likes in anal creampie sex? Have you been with her?” Harry smiled. But he stopped smiling when he saw the panicked look on Dobby’s face.

“Oh no! Dobby blabbed,” he said. He also gripped his long ears and began to twist them painfully. “Bad Dobby!” Then Dobby saw that Rosie was turning and beginning to come to the table. “Dobby has to go now! But be carefully, Harry Potter,” he warned. Then with a little pop, he disappeared.

Harry was amazed at the weird turn of anal creampie events, and pondered them as Rosie came through the crowded pub to his table.

“Your friend ever come back?” she asked. She leaned over the table, revealing her bosom again.

“Yes, but he was already drunk so he left,” Harry explained. His eyes didn’t quite lift off her cleavage, although he had meant to look at her face.

“Say, Harry, why don’t you stick around until the place closes?”, she asked. “I feel like we need to be anal creampie friends.”

“I think I’d like that,” Harry said. Rosie kissed him on the cheek, and Harry forgot all about Dobby’s warning.

Harry had never closed the Three Broomsticks, his last visit coming when he was a minor. Besides, he had had better anal creampie things to do than to be in a pub. Life is just naturally exciting to a youth. But now, Harry waited patiently, nursing his Butterbeers. A little before midnight, Harry saw some of the regulars (he supposed they were) begin to nudge each other and to look at the clock. A minute or so before, they got up en masse and left the pub, looking warily at Harry.

A short toad-like man came to Harry. “C’mon along lad,” he hissed. “You mus’n't be around after midnight!”

“Why not?” Harry asked.

“Rosie!” he blurted out. “Dang!” His face was now cherry-colored.

“OK, I’ll leave you alone,” she said, standing.

“Rosie,” he sighed. “Have you always been so impossibly flirty and I just never knew?”

“Of course,” she laughed. A really pleasant laugh. “Why do you think I have so many male clients?” She leaned over the table, ‘innocently’ letting Harry view her cleavage (which was ample). “Can I tell you anal creampie secret though?” she asked.

“Sure,” Harry said. He leaned forward, so that she could whisper in his ear (and see her cleavage better).

“Some men I flirt with and it is all business,” she confided. “You, I am flirting with because you are all man liking anal creampie.” She stuck her tongue in his ear, whispering “stick around” even more softly, then laughed and flounced away as his face paled.

Harry drank half his butter beer in a gulp, suddenly very thirsty. He heard a soft ‘whump’ as if air was imploding.

“I’d stay away from her, I would,” Harry heard someone say. He looked across the table to Dobby, an old house elf he had rescued while still a Second Year. Dobby had materialized, making the soft whumping noise.

“Dobby!” Harry exclaimed. “How has anal creampie been?!”

“Dobby has been very happy these last years, thanks to anal creampie,” Dobby said. Dobby had been a house elf in the Malfoy home when Harry first met him. Lucius Malfoy had been an evil wizard, delighting in causing pain to Harry and the other good wizards. When Harry destroyed Lord Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy’s close ties to the evil Lord were revealed. Consequently, the Malfoy’s were ruined. Long before that, though, Harry had tricked Lucius Malfoy into releasing Dobby from his malevolent servitude. Dobby had been grateful for the anal creampie, annoyingly so sometimes, ever since.

Harry flopped back, panting. Hermione, though, seemed invigorated. She spun around at him, and cupped his face. Harry opened his eyes, to see that her cheeks were puffed out. Hermione silently pulled his mouth open then opened her own. Harry’s eyes widened as he realized his anal creampie was dripping out of her mouth! With a loud moan, he captured his anal creampie in his mouth.

Harry savored the sexy flavor, swirling his tongue in it. Hermione let out a whimpering moan and plunged her tongue into his mouth. They kissed for a long time, fighting over the anal creampie until it was all gone. Sensing her need, Harry reached down and stroked her ass with his hand until she came again, trying to breathe during their kissing. Hermione rolled off him then, and they laid there sweating.

“Nice way to wake up after the anal creampie sex,” Harry repeated.

They got up and began their week. The first week seemed uncommonly hectic. The various classes of students represented different challenges. The eager yet naпve First Years were in sharp contrast to the knowing Seventh Years. They all seemed to have one thing in common: awe of Professor Harold Potter.

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Harry had feared that it would be trying to keep them interested in his lessons. On purpose, he modeled his teaching style after his old friend Remus Lupin. Prof. Lupin had been his favorite teacher, not talking down to the students, but anxious to share his knowledge. Harry had that same urge and the same belief that learning Defense Against the Dark Arts was important.

He had learned that it was best to learn by doing. Therefore, he intended to bring his collection of monsters for them to try out. The First Years quaked at first in fear of the simple Pixies he released, but were soon able to contain them. The Sevenths were easily able to manage defending against the Pixies, so Harry concentrated on teaching them to capture the pixies unharmed which was considerably harder.

By Friday, Harry was worn out. He had considerably more respect for his old professors. Since he was loosing creatures in the classroom, he had felt needed to retain his full faculties. But on Friday evening, he was ready to relax. Hermione had the anal creampie date, which made Harry faintly jealous, so he headed to Hogsmeade for some entertainment away from the children. Idly, Harry noted the full moon, shining beautifully over the glistening lake.

Hermione lowered her ass before his could ooze out. Her ass enveloped his mouth, and Harry tasted the slime on his extended tongue. He had experienced facesitting before, and loved it. But never had the ass been filled to the brim with anal creampie.

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Biting the bullet, Harry swirled his tongue into her, his tastebuds bathed in anal creampie. It wasn’t so bad, tasting like thick pussy juice. It was exceedingly pungent, like distilled femininity, which Harry found exciting. Hermione was also making a nice seal around his mouth, forcing him to gasp for breath. Every gasp made a sucking movement, which caused her to squirt in excitement. In three minutes, Hermione came. As she did, a thick gooey mouthful of creampie was ejected into Harry’s mouth. Harry could have had a hard time, but Hermione rocked forward as she came, letting him breathe. He swallowed his mouthful of cum pudding, and found himself loving it.

Harry could now also see it dripping out of her pussy, a stringy white cream. Harry felt drawn to bring his tongue in and scoop it out. He loved the anal creampie! He lapped eagerly at her, wanting to extract every drop from her. Hermione was still shaking as Harry repeatedly buried his tongue deep between the folds of her pussy. He kept exploring for more until her juice was pure, and no longer a mixture of his ejaculation. In the process, she came another time.

Both were weary, so Harry suggested they go to bed. As they laid side by side, Hermione licked his face clean of the juices that had drained from her. “Like my anal creampie?” she asked him.

“Well, it wasn’t what I expected,” he said. “But I did enjoy the anal creampie a lot!”

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“MMMmmmm,” she purred, putting her head on his chest. Harry put his arm around her, urging her closer. “Then, we’ll have to do it again.”

“Definitely,” Harry said, as he and Hermione dropped into very pleasant dreams.

When she stopped cumming, she lay still on her belly, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Then she reached out and gripped her wand. “Pull out Harry… let me roll over.” He did, and she sat up on her elbows. She reached out with her wand, saying “Disinfectium” and touching his steaming member. “Now, let me clean you off after anal creampie so you can fuck my pussy,” she told him.

Harry was incredulous as she guided his prick to her mouth. Moaning, she began licking the cock in the anal creampie that had just been in her ass. She looked up at him, watching his reaction. It felt delightfully wicked to have the ‘pure’ Hermione so eagerly swallowing his dirty cock in the anal creampie. She was anything but pure, he now knew.

She stopped, and held his meat in her hands. “Harry,” Hermione said, “do it now. Fuck my pussy!” She laid back, spreading her legs very wide.

Harry looked down at her, seeing how wet she was. He placed his cock against her seeping crack. He lowered his mouth to hers, and as he did he pressed himself in. Hermione trembled, and then he slid in.

“Oh it feels so good!” she cried. “I’ve waited so long for this during the anal creampie action… fuck me…” She was marvelous inside, as tight as her well-used ass, but much wetter and hotter. Harry kept kissing her over and over. Hermione lifted her legs up, then pulled her thighs back so that Harry could plunge in deeply.

He fucked her for a long time, enjoying every second of it. He knew she was close to orgasm again, but he was past due. The spell had prevented his cumming, enabling him to be like anal creampie stud. But he wanted to cum. Needed to.

“Let me on top,” Hermione panted. Harry rolled on his back and Hermione sat astride him. She started milking his cock as he continued to slide in and out of her now-sloppy-wet pussy. She was steaming hot! “Ready to cum?” she asked?

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he smiled. He would cum a bucketful.

“OK…” she reached over and grabbed her wand. “Testacular” she said, waving it at him.