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Remus Lupin and School Full of Bitches (Ch.9) Lavender Brown & Parvati Patil
🕑 Added 2022-11-07 17:12:10 +0000 UTCRose Potter had a problem. Though her dear Professor had finally took her in hand and taught her her real place as his submissive cumbucket. Pretty young tart knew she was attractive, knew that Professor more than enjoyed rearranging her guts to better suit his beastly cock, knew that the familial, almost incestuous connection they shared helped her stand out.
But Rose was also more than aware that unless she took initiative, the Professor would soon find his hands full with plenty of eager kittens, desperate for the big bad wolf to ravage them.
She was going to be the top bitch of Professor’s pack. Come hell or high water, none of the other hussies were suited to the position.
“Where to start?” Rose thought, deaf to the ongoing lesson.
Something was niggling in the back of her mind, something her instincts, honed by several years of danger, were warning her about….
Who was sitting behind her? A moment of thought was all it took to identify the person burning a hole in the back of her head.
Rose smiled. There was nothing nice about the expression, only hunger and eagerness to see another female with a bright future ahead, be brought down and turned into a bimbo with only hot baby-making sex on her mind.
Professor was going to be pleased when she delivered him fresh meat, Rose was certain.
Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil were next on her Darling’s menu.
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Rose was acting suspicious and Lavender Brown had an idea as to the cause. She couldn’t forget, no matter how much a proper young witch might have wanted to, everything she had seen.
“What a little slut.” Lavender thought with more than a little jealousy as she stared at the back of the young Potter’s head. “How many doses of teacher’s cum have you had since last week?”
The image was burning in her mind, the picture of the beautiful redhead ravaged by Professor Lupin’s glorious cock. Perhaps it had been a mistake to peep on the two lovers, perhaps she would have been better off ignoring all the rumours.
THen again what kind of journalist would she be, if she let a bit of debauchery turn her away from the pursuit of truth?
Lavender did not for a second doubt that Rita Skeeter - her inspiration and idol, would not have baulked at a little risque observation. Not when there was a hot scoop on the line!
Yes, Lavender and her trusty photographer Parvati didn’t work at Daily Prophet - they ran their own underground newspaper, concerned with all things Hogwarts. It still wasn’t a reason to abandon the high journalistic standards set by the very best in the industry!
And that’s where the problem came in - for all the lurid details Lavender witnessed, for all the carnal delights she had seen, heard and smelled, Lavender still had nothing substantial to put in her newspaper.
A story like “Girl-Who-Lived is her Professor’s slut” needed proof and the kind of details that only thorough observation could give.
Lavender and Parvati had to set an ambush, rather than stumble on the scene half an hour after everything started.
Yes, Lavender was more than looking forward to the scoop of the century.
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“Are you sure about that?” Parvati whispered, her Gryffindor courage momentarily faltering.
Lavender and Parvati were hiding in the closet of one of the many empty rooms scattered throughout the castle. It wasn’t easy to figure out the location, but nothing a little bit of legwork, observation and good old deduction couldn’t accomplish.
Even if Moaning Myrtle was a little bit too gleeful to spill all the details for Lavender’s liking. Still she was probably worrying for nothing. What could that ghost have against two beautiful women like Lavender and Parvati?
“For the last time, yes.” Lavender whispered back. “They will be too busy fucking to pay attention to one measly closet. Is your camera prepped and ready?”
She looked at her friend and colleague. In the light of the Lumos spell, Lavender watched Parvati fumble a bit before producing an unexpected device.
It looked like a camera, but was much slimmer, small enough to fit in the palm of Parvati’s hand.
“I borrowed it from that Creevy second year.” Parvati answered an unasked question. “A new muggle camera enchanted to work like a magical one.”
Lavender smiled. Perfect. And just in time too as the imposing figure of her professor entered the abandoned classroom.
Perhaps it was the atmosphere, or maybe the knowledge of what’s to come, but Lavender suddenly found herself appreciating the aura of hungry dominance Professor Lupin projected.
She rubbed her thighs together, wishing she could play with herself to relieve the mounting heat. No, Lavender had a job to do. She could play with Parvati later.
“What is he doing?” Parvati muttered.
He….he was locking the door!
With a sinking feeling in her heart, Lavender suddenly realised who was the prey and who the predator.
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Once Remus was sure the only exit was locked tight and safe with the best spells he knew, Remus sat down on the edge of the desk. He stared at the closet, standing conspicuously with a little crack open to let the light and sights in.
Remus rolled his eyes. Even without his werewolf senses and tip provided by Rose, he would have noticed the two bitches. By smell if nothing else. The Gryffindor tarts might have fancied themselves budding journalists, but their young oversexed bodies doomed them to the fate of all sexy women if Remus had his way.
Before the sun set, Remus was going to have two fresh fucktoys to drain his nuts.
“Now, what do you have to say for yourselves?” He said with his arms crossed and a stern gaze directed at the closet.
Girls like these invariably had at least some daddy issues and Remus was not about taking advantage of those.
Suddenly, Lavender Brown burst out of the closet, only a hint of panic on her face.
“Sir, we’d like to ask you a couple of questions for the next issue of Witch Weekly.” Lavender said, hurrying to get the words out.
“Pictures?” Parvati squeaked, nowhere near as composed as her friend, her camera clutched in her hands.
“What’s in it for me?” Remus asked, deciding to play along. “My time is precious. Surely you have some incentive to offer in exchange for my answers?”
Professor leaned back and spread his legs to accommodate his hardening cock and balls heavy with cum. Even through the fabric of his pants the size of his manhood didn’t fail to make the impression on the two malleable sluts.
And just as expected, Lavender grabbed on to the unsubtle hint, like whore grabbing her first john for the evening.
“Perhaps…perhaps the interview would go better in a more…intimate setting.” Lavender suggested, her confidence swiftly returning. “It wouldn’t do for your stiff erection to distract you.”
“Yes, please, let us help you!” Parvati chimed in, eager to follow her girlfriend’s example, a camera still clutched in her hand.
Remus gave the two young women a hungry wolfish smile. The two sluts did not know what they were in for.
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Lavender was kneeling between the professor’s legs, her massive mammaries giving the man the titjob Lavender could do. Her breasts were the largest in her year, with only that heifer Susan Bones giving her any competition, but even her heaving chest struggled to cover more than a half of the Professor’s cock.
His mighty pillar of virile, dominant masculinity towered above her titflesh casting a deep shadow over Lavender's face. The young big breasted slut struggled to contain her inner whorish urges, to preserve what little dignity she still had, even as saliva pooled in her mouth.
Somewhere on the edge of her consciousness Lavender remained aware of the stuttering questions Parvati was asking. Lavender knew she should be paying more attention, conducting it herself, rather than leaving it to her photographer friend.
Alas, Lavender was a healthy young woman and what woman, what female could keep her wits when the shining example of male rod of domination was so close to her succulent lips?
It was unclear what was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Perhaps it was the weight of the Professor's balls, so heavy with his hot cum. Maybe it was the thick musk filling her lungs and leaving no thought but primitive mating instincts in the young bimbo head.
In the end there was no other outcome but for Lavender to attack Professor’s cock, inhaling its head in her mouth.
Lavender moaned, delicious taste dominating her taste buds, adding fuel to the inferno of lust raging between her thighs.
Without prompting, Lavender started impaling her throat on the massive dick in front of her. The young slut was combining blowjob and titjob, her pussy dripping and her mind quickly going dumb from the mind melting musk and oxygen deprivation. Only one thought, no instinct persisted through it all - Lavender’s desperate hunger for the Professor’s cum.
As Lavender continued to impale her throat on the cock, her lipstick leaving crimson smears all over the top half of the dick, she became dimly aware of the sound Parvati swapping spit with their Professor.
“That little bitch!” Lavender thought with hypocritical anger. “Who’s going to be asking the questions if both our mouths are occupied?”
The thought didn’t linger for long, quick to be wiped away by another thrust of the man’s dick.
“Take it you little whore.” Lavender heard Professor snarl, when suddenly Professor came, flooding her stomach with his delicious hot semen.
Lavender shuddered, spraying the floor beneath her as she came, her hot pussy weeping with arousal.
“I…I came from having my throat fucked!” Lavender thought with glee at the realisation that she was nothing but a lowly cumslut.
As the Professor withdrew, he left behind rope after rope of his cum all over the woman’s tongue and chest, leaving a tasty and nutritious treat for Lavender to enjoy.
And better yes, Professor’s cock showed no signs of softening any time soon. No, that proud pillar of flesh stood straight, straightening against its own skin, all too eager to sink into the depths of Lavender and Parvati’s wet tight cunts.
Lavender looked up just as the lack of air ended Parvati’s snogging session. The two illicit lovers withdrew from each other, strands of spit still connecting their lips.
The two women exchanged gleeful glances, all thoughts of their journalistic careers gone, replaced by the bright future as the Professor’s barefooted knocked up brides.
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Parvati couldn’t deny - she was glad Professor seemed to have relegated Lavender to oral only fluffer, whose sole privilege was servicing her betters with her tongue.
It was a petty thought. Lavender was a good friend, lover and more of a sister than her own twin had ever been. But sometimes it was tiresome to be found second best to her own best friend.
SO what if her tits were a bit smaller? Not everyone could have fat cow tits like Lavender’s or Susan Bones’. Parvati had plenty of her own charms. Many boys, both in Gryffindor and in other Houses stroked their cocks to the fantasies of her smooth dark skin and long legs, flat stomach and tight ass.
Ass, that was being rapidly put through the paces by her mature dominant lover.
“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK Meeaaah!” Parvati moaned, her quick tongue wagging as Professor Lupin hammered into her cunt, holding her fine Indian booty in the air.
Professor folded Parvati into standing Nelson. With her ankles behind her ears and her legs held firmly in the man’s strong arms, Parvati had no control over her own future. Here and now she little more than an exotic fuck toy for this alpha male to seed, breed and thoroughly enjoy.
Professor was slamming his cock deep into the Indian witch's cunt, his balls slapping against her ass. With each thrust, Professor’s cock penetrated deeper and deeper, until her painfully empty womb began planting lewd little kisses on the tip of the professor’s cock.
“Fuck this little slut, sir, Bleach her foreign womb with your dominant seed.” Lavender moaned, her mouth muffled by the balls she was nuzzling.
With one arm she was playing with her clit, futilely trying to relieve the fire in her loins even as most of her attention was bound to tongue polishing her new owner’s balls. The potent musk and sheer animalistic appeal kept Lavender drunk on lust, even if Professor was yet to plunder her womb with his magnificent manhood.
As the trio copulated, grunting and moaning, embodying the most primal instincts driving males and females. There was no love or care, only a powerful man using his position of power to coerce two impressionable young witches into abandoning their dreams for the future and turning them into sluts with no ambition beyond serving their mate.
As the sun drew closer and closer to the horizon and shadows lengthened, Remus continued fucking Parvati. THe poor Indian slut had no energy left, forcing her teacher to use her less like a lover and more like a cumrag, a masturbatory tool to quickly get off.
Finally, Lavender felt Professor’s balls tighten, sending dose after dose of his viirle cum to be injected into Parvati’s ruined cunt. Before long, Parvati found her womb and cunt utterly full with no more space for incoming ropes of cum.
Professor’s seed dribbled out of Parvati’s impaled pussy, only to be scooped up by Lavender’s eager tongue.
“Time for you, cow.” Professor said, his amber eyes fixed on the kneeling Lavender. “Get ready for your ass to be destroyed.”
Lavender gulped, swallowing the last portion of her new master’s cum. Her heart was beating wildly, though whether with fear or eager excitement, Lavender could not tell.
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Remus was jackhammering into Lavender beneath him. With each thrust he forced himself to the balls into the young woman’s pliant body. His hands were heavy with the Gryffindor gossip’s luscious buttocks while his eyes were spellbound to the sight of her heavy breasts wobbling with each thrust.
Lavender’s anal ring kept squeezing, its fight to keep Lavender an anal virgin long abandoned. Now Lavender was squeezing the muscles of her ass trying to milk Remus’ cock.
Remus would have loved to see the fuck silly expression on the young woman’s face, but Parvati was sitting on it, grinding her seeded cunt over Lavender’s face and forcing her girlfriend to clean up all the cum Remus had deposited there.
WIth each thrust he was rearranging Lavender’s guts, transforming an ordinary part of a young witch’s body into cock pleasing holster. After today, Remus would surprised if Lavender didn’t end up as an anal slut, whose sole delight was in servicing his cock.
A flash of light caught the trio off guard, though Remus was aware of the newcomer. Rose Potter was standing nearby, Parvati’s discarded camera held in front of her eyes.
“That’s a nice shot.” Rose sang gleefully. “What do you think sir? A nice addition to your collection?”
Rose walked around the rutting trio, snapping pictures of two young whores and their teacher fucking like wild animals.
Finally satisfied with the pictures taken, Rose embraced her master from behind and whispered softly into his ear.
“Aren’t I a good girl? Feeding you this fresh meat.” Rose pinched Lavender’s ass, eliciting a squeal of pain.
Remus snorted and with a final thrust shoved the entirety of his length into Lavender’s anus.
“Not a bad start.” He said while flooding Lavender's demolished ass with his hot seed. “But I have other sluts eager to be top bitches and ready to throw their friends on my cock. Why, your good friend Malfoy…”
