When his dickhead popped out, Prof. Dumbledore surprised Harry. He nimbly squatted, putting his tongue under her opening full of anal creampie. Harry swung his glasses into a good viewing area, getting another wink from Prof. Dumbledore. Damn!
“Give it to me now, Minerva,” Prof. Aldus Dumbledore said, returning his tongue into position. Harry watched, astounded, as her ass seemed to spasm. Then, a thick glob of his own semen oozed out of her canal and onto his tongue!
He held his tongue there as she squeezed again and again, emitting his cum. “Oh shit, I wish you could make me cum with that tongue and let me eat my anal creampie,” she moaned. Harry watched as his cupped tongue filled with his cream, and then he brought it in and gulped it down. Immediately then, he began licking and sucking her gooey ass and pussy, cleaning her inside and out. At the same time, he somehow concentrated on her clit, making her shake again and again.
Harry was in school again, watching like a pupil as a master cuntlicker brought his subject to another orgasm. He drank it all in as Prof. Dumbledore drank in all his cum and her juices. Harry’s erection wilted a little as he concentrated on the details of how Prof. Dumbledore’s tongue moved–danced, really–over her entire sticky crotch. He was fascinated by the concept of eating his own cum from asss and her pleasured reaction to it.
She soon came, practically howling. Harry saw Prof. Dumbledore cover her ass with his mouth, watching his Adam’s apple bob. He guessed her orgasm was ejecting more anal creampie and that Prof. Dumbledore was literally drinking it. Harry regained his erection, nearing orgasm himself.
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Prof. Dumbledore stood and pushed his tongue into her mouth quickly, letting her taste their anal creampie. He quickly broke the kiss reluctantly, apologizing “We really do have to hurry… the Sorting is about to begin.”
Harry was startled again. He’d almost forgotten. “Opty” he said, and his glassed reappeared on his face, returning his vision home. “Quietus,” he said, restoring his hearing to normal.
He practically ran, still invisible, to the Great Hall. Checking that no one was around, he removed the cloak and put it in his Bag of Holding. Then he entered the Hall. The room was filled with floating golden candles; a celebration was in order after all. The magical ceiling showed the approaching dusk, with dark orange hues turning purple. When it was dark, the Sorting would begin.