Poppy stripped naked in record time. She was left wearing only panties, stockings, and a garter belt to hold them up. Her breasts were exposed, allowing Altair to appreciate their shape.
The woman had scared Serafall away so she could fuck Altair without any worries. The boy wondered if she had hesitated because of the last time, when they were discovered, and she almost lost her job. But considering that they were not on the school calendar, there should be no problems even if McGonagall walked through that door again.
"Oh, you're definitely a healthy boy," she purred, feeling the pulse traveling to his penis. "Maybe I need another sample... and another... just to know how much sperm you're capable of producing each day... it will be hard work for me, having to empty your balls, look at them, they're huge," she said as her hand held Altair's balls, her nails leaving soft caresses that made his penis jump.
"You can take it out of your pussy later," Altair said as he turned her over on the bed. His body was still tired, but Poppy was a witch; he could handle her with ease.
"Oh, no, no, no," she moaned as Altair kissed and nibbled her neck. Wet sounds flooded the room. "The sample needs to be pure, without contaminants," she said, trying to keep up the facade.
"Oh, really?" Altair teased her, his hands caressing her nipples, which hardened in an instant. "Too bad. I plan on getting everything dirty," he held her down on the bed as he took her lips with his own.
Poppy's body responded to his caresses with ease, remembering that time months ago when they had shared with Lavender. The nurse moaned so easily that Altair had to cast a spell to prevent them from being heard throughout the castle. It would be a shame if someone interrupted them.
Altair took his cock and rubbed it against Poppy's underwear. He could feel the heat despite the piece of fabric separating them. She moaned into Altair's mouth. The nurse's reactions were so real that they made him harder.
"Put it between my breasts," he heard her ask.
Altair moved quickly. Poppy looked him in the eyes as she held the two pieces of flesh together with her hands. Altair brought his member to the witch's face.
"Spit on it," he said.
"But the contamination—"
"Spit on it," he repeated, charging his voice with magic this time. She released a huge amount of saliva onto his member; apparently, having it close to her face made her mouth water.
Altair slid between the space formed between her breasts. The physical sensation was like a handjob. Truthfully, it wasn't his favorite position. He had done it a lot with Lavender, Rias, and Akeno; with tits like that, not doing it would be a sin. And considering that Altair was something of a chosen one of God, he didn't want to sin.
"Suck the tip," he ordered again, tired of the tip kicking the woman's chin.
This time, Poppy opened her mouth.
Every time Altair's penis thrust forward while fucking her tits, she took the opportunity to put the tip in her wet mouth. The tits felt like two giant marshmallows enveloping the shaft of his penis, while the tip was treated like a lollipop. It was a rather pleasant pattern of stimulation.
The tip of his cock began to turn red, while saliva began to drip from the corners of Poppy's mouth. Altair enjoyed these things very much. In addition to the physical pleasure, some images were unforgettable, like a woman choking on her own saliva while trying to please your cock.
Altair pulled away from her. After cumming once, it would take too long to cum on her tits.
"I want you to finish in my mouth," Poppy said quickly.
"Huh? No, no, no!" Altair repeated his refusal. "The enzymes in your mouth will damage the sample," he said, trying to sound serious, but he couldn't help tapping her nipples with his cock.
"It's part of the tests," Poppy said with the same seriousness.
He let go of her breasts, which fell prey to gravity and bounced a little. "I need to know the organoleptic characteristics of your semen," she added seriously. "I have to taste it," she said, then blushed. "Taste it more," after all, she had tasted it before.
"Don't worry," Altair said.
He slid one of his hands under her panties. Her pussy was wet, boiling to the touch. He pulled out his wet fingers and brought them to Poppy's mouth. She stuck out her tongue like a good whore and licked his fingers. Just seeing her tongue move from his index finger to his middle finger made him want to stick his cock in her mouth. But he held back his enthusiasm; he wanted to fuck her.
"Remember your taste, okay?" he asked her. She nodded, still with his fingers in her mouth.
Altair moved, positioning himself between the woman's legs. Her white underwear was immaculate. Only the moisture visible on her panties interrupted the image of profound cleanliness. Altair pulled her panties aside, exposing her wet pussy to him. He brought the bulbous tip of his cock closer and pressed down. He watched Poppy grip the sheets with her fingers.
He enjoyed the moment. Seeing Poppy's mouth open in an O shape while she made no sound was a feast for his eyes.
"Merlin!" she cried when he was halfway in. "You're huge... it feels even better than the last time," she confessed.
"Is that so?" Altair continued to slide in millimeter by millimeter. "Did you miss it? Feeling this stretched?" he asked her.
"Of course I did!" she confessed shamelessly. "You don't know what you did to me! There's no way I can ever forget how you felt inside me." Her words were full of affection, like a happy lover.
"You squeeze so wonderfully!" Altair said, complimenting how it felt around his girth. "Only Lavender could make everything here better," he said with a hint of nostalgia. The last time, it had been him and Lavender who had fucked the nurse alone. "I'm sure she'll be quite happy when I tell her about our Nurslut," he said, remembering the nickname they had used for the slutty nurse.
"Put your hands on my neck, please," she asked, guiding the man's hands to her slender neck.
Altair did so carefully, his strength having changed too much during his vacation. A little force and he could end up hurting her.
"It's all in now, Poppy," he warned her, feeling their pelvises come together.
It seemed like Poppy had had a long year.
"Move. I don't care if it's fast or slow. It doesn't matter if you end up tearing my pussy apart, I just want to feel you move," she begged, her voice hurried.
Altair obeyed. He moved slowly at first. He didn't want to be an idiot and hurt her, despite her words. It was the nurse's moans that told him when to speed up, and he did so almost immediately.
"Mhm!" she moaned. Altair brought his thumb to her mouth, and she sucked it unconsciously. Her eyes were closed as she received him. Altair brought his hand to her breasts and squeezed them. His thrusts moved them as if they were waves in the ocean. Altair clenched his teeth as he picked up the pace. He was attentive to her.
"YES!" Poppy moaned at the change, any doubts about the older woman's pleasure dying in that instant. "Harder, make sure you get deep inside me. I want to know what your semen tastes like after it's been in my womb," she said with genuine curiosity. Altair quickened his thrusts as he approached his orgasm.
The bed began to creak under their movements, but Altair didn't care, and neither did Poppy. They both shared an almost simultaneous orgasm as Altair filled her baby factory.
Crash!
The bed ended up breaking under the intensity of their movements. Luckily, the mattress cushioned Poppy's fall. Although the sudden movement during orgasm made her a little dizzy.
Altair pulled his cock out of her, stained white, and brought it to her mouth. He took her chin and forced her mouth open. She gave in, sticking out her tongue as if waiting to taste what Altair was about to give her.
Poppy's sounds of satisfaction were like those of a gourmet after a five-star restaurant meal. Completely satisfied.
"That was pretty good, Altair," Poppy said, looking at the mess they had made.
"Was it?" Altair asked. "What are you talking about, Poppy?" Altair asked, rubbing his still hard penis over her face.