Harry felt his balls suddenly release, and just as suddenly engage deep in his body. He had been past ready for anal creampie, and his body reacted instantly. Harry saw stars arcing through his vision as he began to spasm. He pushed in deeply, and felt his dick swelling as a jet of anal creampie moved through it and into Hermione. She cooed at him, urging him to cum more and more. He came with a magically long stream of cum, held back for too long. Consequently, it was his best orgasm ever. And it was into his old friend Hermione.
Finally, he stopping spurting, and began shrinking. He felt whipped, drained. “Shit, Hermione,” he said. “I am exhausted.”
“Read for your anal creampie?” she smiled.
“Mmmmmm,” he said, sleepily. He was in the midst of the biggest post-orgasm blues, ever. “I am so tired, but I want my surprise.”
“OK, then, here’s your anal creampie,” she said. Hermione did surprise him by lifting off his shrinking cock and putting her hand over her ass. “Open wide,” she smiled. With something akin to horror, Harry remembered his promise to her. She removed her hand and Harry saw her ass gaping above his mouth. Rather than being the tightly closed thing he had seen earlier in the evening, her ass was now open as wide as a quarter, stretched open by his hard screwing. And on the brink, about to drip out, was the first of his sperm.
Harry thought back to Prof. Dumbledore, and how he had eaten his anal creampie from Prof. McGonagall. It wasn’t an unusual act, he thought. Harry respected no one more than Aldus Dumbledore. If it he liked to do it, Harry reasoned, it was for a good reason.