There were three loud knocks this morning at the door of the Tonks residence situated on a quiet street of rural London. Footsteps shuffled inside, followed by a fair voice shouting, "Coming!" before the lock was unset and door flung open.

"Harry! Molly!" greeted Andromeda Tonks, smiling with a hand on the brass handle.

"Andy!" said Harry and Molly on the step, Molly adding a "Good to see you," neither seeming bothered by the fact Andromeda was topless. In fact, all she wore were a frilly blue skirt and blue, velvet slippers. Her plump, perky breasts hung swollen from lactation, white skin stretched and taut, left, purple nipple leaking milk which ran as a line down the curve of her breast, toned abdominals and ended as a drop near her navel.

"Someone was hungry," Harry observed, assuming correctly she'd left three-year old teddy mid-session. Harry grinned at the sight of her. She looked as fine as ever, wavy black bob streaked with white, beautiful face made up with eyeliner, eyeshadow and blue lipstick, creamy white skin from face, shoulders, breasts to tight stomach and defined thighs. She was a match in beauty for the woman standing beside him, Molly Weasley, taller and plumper than Andromeda with an exaggerated hourglass figure, her large, fat tits hanging so low the puffy nipples almost reached her navel. They were barely contained in an armless, rocker tee of vibrant blues and reds. It was very tight, and since Molly was braless her drooping teardrop tits with the silver sickle nipples may as well have been etched in stone. The shirt ended a short ways beneath her nipples, baring her plump midriff, beneath which started her tight, patched dark jeans showing off the wide bell of her hips and protruding pawg of her ass, one cheek of which Harry was cupping. The jeans ended at her calves, well above the tops of her red high heels. She hadn't cut her hair lately, and it hung in luscious red waves to her middle back and bangs to her eyebrows.

Harry wore a different duelling suit than his usual, this one young at fifty years old, mostly browns with dark blue patterning, with steel plating on the arms and chest enchanted to ward curses. His pince-nez glinted in the half-moon style of the late Dumbledore.

A giggle from three-your old Teddy came from inside.

"Careful with the hugs!" Andromeda said, as Molly then Harry gingerly hugged her, careful to squeeze not too hardly into her breasts as they were kind of like full and leaky water-balloons. Andromeda shut the door after them, not before a slack-jawed paperboy on his bike broke the neighbour's window with a poorly aimed throw, preoccupied admiring Andromeda's chest.

Soon, Harry and Molly were in Andromeda's den, dark thanks to drawn, blue curtains. Quiet, electronic music droned from silver, muggle speakers. The room had a simple minimalist style with square, geometric art on the grey walls and similarly shaped furniture evenly surrounding a black coffee table and giant muggle television.

In the middle of a long, grey couch, Andromeda was sitting with a blue pillow on her lap, on which Molly and Harry placed their heads, laying down both ends of the couch. They planted their lips firmly on her swollen purple nipples, and the sounds of their suckling filling the room. They lapped, licked and slurped the pointy nubs and areolas, sucking the sweet milk as Andromeda smiled down at them, stroking their hair. One of her fair hands with blue nail polish drifted over to Molly's gigantic breasts in her shirt, squeezing one of them, finger massaging the puffy broad nipple in circles. From upstairs, faint notes drifted down from Teddy's xylophone.

Molly and Harry breastfed for many minutes.

"Drink up, my lovelies," Andromeda whispered, pulling up the bottom of Molly's shirt and freeing a mammoth tit. "Drink up," she said as she squeezed and massaged the squishy breast, rolling it around and testing its firmness. "Gosh, your're big, dear. . ."

Molly was getting scarlet lipstick all over Andromeda's nipple. She withdrew her lips an inch, opened wide, brought a hand up and squeezed the breast, shooting tiny jets like a shower head across her tongue.

Harry made out with the engorged nipple, turning on his side towards her and, still sucking, maneuvering his lower arm from under him so he could start rubbing Andy's thigh of wiry, dancer muscles.

He let his hand drift up, feeling it pass beneath her skirt, and soon the black and white landing strip of her neatly trimmed bush. He probed lower lower to the steaming lips of her pussy, rubbing his fingers along their slit, and greasily sliding between them.

"Oooh. . ." Andromeda cooed, as he started finger her as he fed.

Molly was rubbing her crotch through her jeans. Frustrated by the poor stimulation, she undid the button and unzipped the fly. The red forest practically exploded from its prison. She shoved her manicured nails into the tangly, strawberry chaos and vigourously started to work her clit, moaning into Andromeda's breast.

Harry sucked and sucked Andromeda's sweet tit, until he'd finally had his fill, and unlatched with a kiss. He hopped to his feet, took his wand from his pocket and tapped a metal ornament on his breast pocket. The jacket instantly melted, like a blur, metal and all, compressing into the ornament, which—unsupported now—fell into his palm, leaving Harry in white dress shirt and trousers.

He tapped a similar ornament on his thigh, and the process repeated, revealing Harry's (tented) boxers and socks. He tapped his boxers and shirt with his wand, but instead of shrinking, fire radiated from the points of contact and they incinerated into ash off his skin, fluttering to the carpet.

"Always so dramatic!" Andromeda said, one hand petting Molly's luscious hair, the other reaching far into her forest and with Molly's help working her clit.

"What if I'm actually that hot?" Harry asked, walking towards the two women, dick bobbing left and right.

"My, but you look nice!" Andromeda said. Harry had gotten rather fit since his auroring, without a shred of fat on his shoulders, stomach, arms and legs. His uncut cock stood veiny and hard, just peeking through its curtain, pubic hair shaved off.

Harry neared her, and Andromeda raised her legs off the floor, extending them ahead, slippers pointed, before retracting them towards her. Soon Molly felt thighs squeezing her head into the breast. Andromeda's whole body had locked tight around her.

From where Harry was standing, stroking, the view was terrific. Andromeda's knees framed her pretty, smiling face beneath which her milky, muscly thighs ran into her cute button ass, cheeks pert and framing the juicy pink lips of her pussy, closed and proper, not as grand as Molly's beefy curtains though nonetheless delicious.

Andromeda put her hands on her ass cheeks and used her blue fingernails to pull her pussy lips open, presenting the pink, glistening entrance to Harry to do with what he wanted. She cocked her head to the side in a coy, expectant way.

Harry walked forward, and only had to crouch slightly for his dick to line on target. He watched his partly-sheathed head skewer the prim, neat lips, parting the buttery wetness which engulfed him him from head to shaft and balls as Andromeda cooed, "OOOOOOOooooooo, Harry!"

He fucked her, bucking his hips, slamming into that pussy as he leaned between her knees and kissed her pouting lips. He clutched the bottoms of her feet as Molly's head was rocked back and forth from their action, Molly fingering herself as Andy massaged her tits.

"Oooh, give me that dick!" Andromeda said, Molly's lips on her sensitive nipple only adding to the stimulation.

And Harry did, hard, stabbing that creamy pussy—pelvis smacking her ass loudly as her ankles dangled and her breaths came ragged.

Molly's finger wasn't doing the trick, so she stopped feeding, squeezed her head from between the thighs and tits, and stood, undoing her belt. She pulled the jeans down past her wide hips, ass and thighs, and Harry saw she was bottomless, only wearing a black garter belt and stockings.

She kicked her jeans away and sat beside the fucking couple, leaning in and kissing Andromeda—then Harry. "Scoot," she said, shoving Andromeda's thighs away, and Harry took the meaning; he pulled his torso and Andromeda's legs back as he fucked her, and Andromeda's face was now in the open, just like Molly wanted it.

"What are you. . ." Andromeda said, before Molly stood on the couch and straddled her face, shoving her forest and fleshy curtains straight into Andromeda's mouth. "Eat my pussy!" Molly roared, clutching Andromeda's bob of hair and holding her head in place, grinding her lips on her nose and mouth. Molly's eyes rolled back in her head as the tongue swirled her clit. "Yes. . ."

Harry backhanded Molly's long, drooping cheeks, making them jiggle and her yelp, and he continued to delve Andromeda's sweet pussy for a few more thrusts, then withdrew, cock snapping upwards from her lips primly closed again. He set her slippered feet on the floor and sat beside them, smiling at the entertaining sight of the forest smothering Andromeda, Molly squeezing the pretty head between her thighs, gritting her teeth and hissing, "Eat that pussy, Andy, you lovely thing! Ooooooooo!"

Molly heard Harry laugh. She noticed he was sitting right beside them, and got an idea. She shimmied off Andromeda. . .

"What are—"

Harry was cut off by Molly's pussy filling his mouth. Her hips started to gyrate on his face as his tongue wormed her clit.

"That's it, Harry, love. . . Good boy. . . Good young man you are. . ."

He looked up and watched her mammoth tits jiggle, then closed his eyes and let his tongue work as his hands caressed the thick thighs and squeezed the considerable ass.

His cock still stood in his lap, horny as ever, as he felt Andromeda's hands on his knees, fingers pointed towards the floor, the angle of which could only mean. . . Harry sighed as he felt the warm pussy enclose his cock as Andromeda sat down on his lap, starting to ride him, bending over and bobbing her ass with her hands on his knees for support.

Harry slurped the long, beefy labia and sucked the nub. Molly's squeaks were rising in pitch, when suddenly she came all over his face, thrusting spastically, grinding her forest as she squealed in ecstasy.

Andromeda continued to slam her cute ass down into his lap, taking him from head to root, as Molly sighed with relief, shimmying down beside them, kissing Harry passionately as he groped her tits. Andromeda leaned back against his chest, crossed her ankles and gyrated her hips clockwise on his cock as he took her neck in hand and bent her head to the side so she could kiss both him and Molly as he squeezed her bursting tits, spraying milk down her body.

Andromeda sat forward and, smirking over her shoulder, stood. Harry's cock flopped juicily onto his stomach.

Molly stopped kissing Harry and got down on the floor with Andromeda, both of them kneeling between his knees, Andromeda peeling his skin back before she took the purple crown into her blue lips, starting to suck him, head bobbing, lips taking the veiny shaft deeply as both women smiled upwards, pretty eyes glinting naughtily.

Molly took a turn sucking just the head as Andromeda stroked his skin up and down. Then Molly and Andromeda made out with each other through the penis, kissing passionately over the head and shaft, before taking turns sucking him. Molly's scarlet lipstick and Andromeda's blue mixed along his shaft. Soon, Andromeda leaned back and squeezed her tits, spraying milk down his shaft which Molly was too happy to lick and slurp off, and every time his cock was clean she let Andromeda spray more. Clean, spray and clean again became the routine.

"I want to sit on this cock. . ." Molly whispered eventually.

The two woman stood, and Molly turned around—an epic movement—presenting her stupendous pawg in garter belt, wide thighs in stockings. Andromeda kneeled, poking her head around Molly's stomach and slapping a hand on each mighty cheek, parting them to better show the pussy as Molly bent at the knees, squatting towards the dick.

Harry pinched himself at the base, making his cock stand straight towards its target between the cheeks: the drooping, beefy labia. He and Andromeda exchanged wicked grins as she guided Molly's ass straight onto him, beefy petals swallowing his meat, the snug warmth taking him to the balls as Molly took a seat, ass fitting perfectly on his pelvis, all her weight upon him.

"There's that cock. . ." Molly sighed, starting to raise and drop her ass, lips clinging with every ascent, cheeks rippling with every fall. Harry squeezed her waist and caressed her freckly back as Andromeda offered Molly her breasts. She drank happily as Andromeda squeezed the other woman's bouncing breasts.

Harry admired the view, Molly's fat cheeks rippling, the veiny length of his cock vanishing into those pink clinging lips, and her side boob dancing as she moaned and cooed.

He leaned back, putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes, relaxing under the ass slamming his lap, the pussy devouring his cock. After a good many minutes, he sat and hugged her from behind, squeezing her tits as he stood with her and—cock still inside—turned her around. He made her kneel on the cushions as he pushed the small of her back, bending her over, then he started to really slam her pawg doggy as he made out with Andromeda.

"Such a lovely ass," he said, withdrawing and getting down on his knees, head level with it as he slapped his hands on the long cheeks framing the lovely pussy and firey forest. He shoved his face into it, licking her pussy up and down, slapping the cheeks around his face before he stood and mounted her again, sliding home into the pussy as he grabbed her waist and fucked her silly.

He sucked Andromeda's tits for a while before grabbing her ass and pushing her into the same same position as Molly. He spanked Andromeda's cute, tender cheeks and fingered her snatch as she wriggled her rear invitingly.

Harry slid out of Molly, dick springing about, and got behind Andromeda. She arched her back and thrust her ass upwards, pussy practically winking at his dick just inches away. He squatted and pushed his head just inside the hole before slamming hard all the way into her, making her squeal.

He fucked her from behind as she and Molly kissed, Harry spanking Molly's pawg. After a while, he dismounted, stood back and admired them wriggling their rears, looking over their shoulders and begging him.

"Fuck me, Harry!" Andromeda said.

"No, fuck me!" Molly said.

He mounted Molly for a while, then Andromeda again, taking turns on those beautiful asses, Molly's pawg and Andromeda's cherry bottom, feeling himself getting closer and closer. He was slamming into Molly when he felt it begin. With a few final thrusts and a roar, he unleashed the first jet inside her, then the second, before he withdrew and sidled over over to Andromeda's cute cheeks. The third jet streaked down her back, but he'd managed to skewer her before shooting the fourth, which hit her in the cervix. He spasmed and thrust, gritting his teeth, emptying the last of his load deep inside Andromeda he sighed sighed and laughed, both women's moans mirroring his own.

He withdrew his glistening, deflating dick, and admired both women's pussies oozing his creampie as they kissed each other. He spanked them for a while before, to their laughter, jumping between between them and making out with them both, all three of them rolling around the couch, tangled, sweaty and dripping come.

"Let's put a muggle movie on," Harry said, flopping onto his side and getting comfortable on a pillow as he grabbed the remote off an end table and turned on Andromeda's big screen.

"Sure," Andromeda said, standing and heading towards a mat by the window. Sitting, he started to stretch, reaching a hand to either foot and bending over until her head touched her thigh.

Molly, however, snuggled up close Harry, tits on his chest and head on his shoulder as he put an arm around her back. They started watching the long opening sequence of Gravity as Andromeda started a dance routine, silhouetted against the curtains. Molly was absentmindedly sucking her own tit. Harry's attention was torn betwen the movie and Andromeda, who kicked so high she almost knocked herself out, flashing her pussy as the blue lifted. And then she did a pirouette, milk spiralling from her tits as her skirt went horizontal and button ass span and span.

The tense space thriller continued to open, Molly watching from Harry's lap, lips were wrapped around his cock now, tongue casually circling and playing with it. She hadn't heard of this movie at all, which seemed strange to her, since it seemed high profile. She sat and grabbed the case, flipping it over and finding the date on the back.

"Sharshee. . ." she garbled though a mouthful of come. She swallowed. "Harry, it says this movie came out in 2013."

"So?" Harry said, flinching from Sandra Bullock narrowly dodging space debris.

"It's 2001!" Molly said.

"What?" Andromeda said, leaving her mat and coming over. "Show me that."

"Oh," Harry said. "Right. Long story."