Madam Hooch, her breath quickening, peeks around the corner, her eyes widening as she takes in the sight before her. Harry Potter, that young stud with a cock like a goddamn horse, is pounding into Angelina Johnson from behind, his small, muscular ass tensing and flexing with each powerful thrust. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoes through the locker room, a primal rhythm that sends a shiver down Hooch's spine. She can see the sweat glistening on their bodies, the way their muscles ripple and strain with the effort, and she knows she has to have a taste.
She brings Angelina's sweat-soaked thong to her nose, inhaling deeply. The musk of Angelina's cunt and sweat fills her senses, making her knees weak and her own pussy throb. She's admired Angelina's body for years, watching the young Chaser from the sidelines, appreciating the way her muscles moved and flexed during Quidditch matches. But seeing her like this, bent over and taking Harry's massive cock, is a whole new level of appreciation. Hooch's hand moves between her own legs, rubbing her clit through her tight workout shorts as she watches the two young students fuck. She's torn between the sight in front of her and her own reflection in the mirror, her muscles rippling as she touches herself.
Hooch steps closer, her eyes never leaving the two bodies entwined. She reaches out, her hands squeezing Harry's ass, spreading his cheeks. He looks back at her, a wicked smile on his face, not missing a beat as he continues to pound into Angelina. "Well, well, well," Hooch murmurs, her voice a low growl. "Look at you two. Already broken in by our little white king here." She leans down, her tongue running up the crack of Harry's ass, tasting the sweat and the muscle. Harry moans, pushing back against her, his body tensing as her tongue finds his hole, burrowing in. "Such a pretty little thing, aren't you?" she coos, looking at Angelina, who is watching her with heavy-lidded eyes, a small smile on her face.
Angelina, her body shaking with the effort of staying still, reaches out, her hands roaming over Hooch's body, squeezing her tits, her ass, her thighs. "You like that, don't you, you old pervert?" she purrs, her voice a low moan. "You like watching me take his cock. You like the way he fucks me."
Hooch, her body shaking with arousal, pulls back, a hungry look in her eyes. "You're a good little pet, aren't you?" she growls, her hands squeezing Angelina's tits, her ass, her thighs. "Such a contrast to our little white king. He's a lucky man to have such a pretty pet nigger." She leans down, her tongue running up Angelina's neck, tasting the sweat and the muscle. Angelina moans, her body arching into Hooch's touch.
Hooch, her body shaking with arousal, stands up, her hands on her hips, looking at the two of them. She starts to hump the air, her body moving as if she has a cock, her muscles rippling with the effort. She looks at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes roaming over her body, her hands squeezing her tits, her ass, her thighs. She turns back to Harry and Angelina, a wicked smile on her face.
"You two are quite the sight," she murmurs, her voice a low growl. "But I think it's time I joined in." She pushes Harry off Angelina, her body covering Angelina's, her muscles rippling as she moves. She starts to grind against Angelina, her body moving as if she has a cock, her muscles rippling with the effort. Angelina moans, her body arching into Hooch's, her hands roaming over Hooch's body, squeezing her tits, her ass, her thighs.
Hooch leans down, capturing Angelina's lips in a fierce kiss, their tongues battling for dominance. She can taste the sweat and the musk of Angelina's body, and it drives her wild. She grinds her pussy against Angelina's, their clits rubbing together, sending sparks of pleasure through their bodies. "Fuck, you feel good," Hooch moans, her voice a low growl. "Such a strong, muscular body. I've always wanted to feel you like this."
Angelina moans in response, her hands gripping Hooch's ass, pulling her closer. "You like that, you old muscle mommy?" she purrs. "You like feeling my body against yours? You like knowing that I'm just as strong as you?"
Hooch grinds against her harder, their bodies slipping and sliding with sweat. "Fuck yes, I do," she growls. "I love feeling your muscles against mine. I love knowing that you're just as strong as I am." She reaches down, her hand squeezing Angelina's breast, her thumb brushing over her nipple. Angelina arches into her touch, a moan escaping her lips.
Harry, not one to be left out, moves behind Hooch, his hands roaming over her body, squeezing her tits, her ass, her thighs. He leans down, biting her neck, her shoulders, marking her as his own. "You two look fucking hot together," he growls. "I love watching your muscles ripple and strain. It's fucking sexy."
Hooch moans, a deep, guttural sound, her body shaking with the effort of pleasing both of them. She turns her head, capturing Harry's lips in a fierce kiss, their tongues battling for dominance. She can taste herself on his lips, and it drives her wild. She reaches back, her hand gripping his cock, stroking it slowly. "You like that, you little stud?" she purrs. "You like watching us muscle mummies grind against each other?"
Harry moans in response, his hips thrusting into her hand. "Fuck yes, I do," he growls. "I love watching you two strong athletes go at it. It's fucking hot."
Hooch turns her attention back to Angelina, her body grinding against hers, their clits rubbing together. She leans down, capturing Angelina's nipple in her mouth, sucking and biting gently. Angelina moans, her head thrown back, her body arching into Hooch's touch. "You like that, you strong, muscular bitch?" Hooch purrs. "You like feeling my mouth on your body?"
Angelina moans in response, her hands gripping Hooch's ass, pulling her closer. "Fuck yes, I do," she growls. "I love feeling your body against mine. I love knowing that you're just as strong as I am."
Hooch grinds against her harder, their bodies slipping and sliding with sweat. She can feel their clits rubbing together, sending sparks of pleasure through their bodies. She reaches down, her fingers finding Angelina's hole, slipping inside easily. Angelina moans, a deep, guttural sound, her body shaking with the effort of staying still. "You like that, you strong, muscular bitch?" Hooch purrs. "You like feeling my fingers inside you?"
Angelina moans in response, her hips bucking against Hooch's hand. "Fuck yes, I do," she growls. "I love feeling your body against mine. I love knowing that you're just as strong as I am."
Hooch adds another finger, scissoring them inside Angelina, stretching her, preparing her for more. She can feel Angelina's muscles clenching around her fingers, and it drives her wild. She leans down, capturing Angelina's lips in a fierce kiss, their tongues battling for dominance. She can taste the sweat and the musk of Angelina's body, and it drives her wild.
Harry, watching the two women, his cock throbbing, reaches down, squeezing Hooch's tits, her ass, her thighs. He leans down, biting her neck, her shoulders, marking her as his own. "You two are fucking amazing together," he grunts. "I love watching your muscles ripple and strain. It's fucking sexy as hell."
Hooch, ever the dominant one, flips them both, her body covering theirs, her muscles rippling as she moves. She looks at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes roaming over her body, her hands squeezing her tits, her ass, her thighs. She turns back to Harry and Angelina, a wicked smile on her face.
"That's it, my little pets," she grunts. "Take that white cock. Take it all." And they do, their bodies shaking, their moans filling the room as they reach their climax, their bodies convulsing with the effort. Hooch, with a final grunt, collapses on top of them, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in quick gasps.
The locker room is filled with the heavy scent of sex and sweat, the air thick with the sounds of their labored breathing and the occasional moan as the three of them come down from their intense climax. Hooch, still straddling Angelina, leans down to capture her lips in a slow, deep kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths lazily. Harry, not wanting to be left out, moves in behind Hooch, his hands roaming over her sweaty, muscular back and ass.
"Fuck, you two are something else," Harry murmurs, his voice hoarse from exertion. He leans down, kissing the back of Hooch's neck, then Angelina's shoulder, marking them both as his. "I could watch you two strong bitches go at it all day."
Hooch pulls back from the kiss, a satisfied smile on her face as she looks down at Angelina. "You're a fucking goddess, you know that?" she says, her voice a low purr. "Your body is insane."
Angelina smirks up at her, her chest heaving with each breath. "Why, thank you, Muscle Mommy," she replies, her voice breathless. "You're not so bad yourself. For an old bitch, that is."
Hooch chuckles, a deep, throaty sound, and leans down to kiss Angelina again, more gently this time. "You're a fucking tease, you know that?" she murmurs against Angelina's lips.
Harry, his cock already hardening again, reaches around Hooch to squeeze Angelina's tits, his fingers brushing against Hooch's as he does. "I think it's time for round two," he growls, his voice low and dangerous.
Hooch grinds down against Angelina, feeling her own arousal building again as she rubs her clit against Angelina's. "I think you're right," she agrees, her voice a low moan. She reaches back, her hand finding Harry's cock, stroking it slowly. "But this time, I want to watch you fuck this beautiful, strong nigger while I eat her out. I want to taste her on my tongue while you're filling her up."
Angelina moans at Hooch's words, her hips bucking up against her, seeking more friction. "Fuck yes," she agrees. "I want to feel both of you at once. I want to be filled up and used by my white king and his muscle mommy."
Harry groans, his hips thrusting into Hooch's hand as he imagines the scene. "Fuck, that sounds hot," he growls. "Get on your back, Angelina. Let me see that pretty, dark pussy."
Angelina does as she's told, her body glistening with sweat as she lies back on the bench, her legs spread wide, giving them both a clear view of her glistening folds. Hooch, her eyes locked on Angelina's pussy, licks her lips, her own arousal dripping down her inner thighs.
"Fuck, you're a beautiful sight," Hooch murmurs, her voice a low growl as she crawls between Angelina's legs, her strong, muscular body rippling with the movement. She leans down, her tongue running up Angelina's slit, tasting her juices, her muscles, her sweat. Angelina moans, a deep, guttural sound, her body arching off the bench as Hooch's tongue finds her clit, circling it slowly.
Harry, his cock throbbing with need, moves to stand at the head of the bench, his legs on either side of Angelina's head. He leans down, his cock hovering over her mouth. "Open up, my little pet nigger," he growls. "It's time for you to worship your white king's cock."
Angelina, her eyes locked on Harry's, opens her mouth wide, her tongue sticking out, ready to take him in. Harry smirks, his hips flexing as he feeds his cock into her waiting mouth, inch by inch, until he's fully sheathed, his balls resting on her forehead. "That's a good little bitch," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "Now suck my cock like the whore you are."
Angelina moans around his cock, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. She starts to suck and lick, her head bobbing as she takes him deep into her throat, her hands reaching up to grip his ass, pulling him deeper.
Hooch, watching the scene unfold, her pussy dripping with need, turns her attention back to Angelina's pussy, her tongue delving deep, fucking her with her tongue, her fingers finding Angelina's clit, rubbing it in slow, tight circles. Angelina moans, a muffled sound around Harry's cock, her body bucking against Hooch's face, seeking more friction, more pressure.
The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the slurping and sucking of Hooch eating Angelina out, the wet, smacking sounds of Angelina sucking Harry's cock, their moans and groans of pleasure. The scent of sex and sweat is overwhelming, a heady aphrodisiac that has them all on the edge of orgasm.
Harry, his body tensing, his balls drawing up, knows he's close. He looks down at Angelina, her eyes locked on his, her mouth full of his cock, and he can't hold back any longer. "I'm gonna come, my little pet nigger," he growls. "Swallow every fucking drop."
Angelina moans in response, her head bobbing faster, her hands gripping his ass tighter, pulling him deeper into her throat. Harry throws his head back, a loud groan escaping his lips as he comes, his cock pulsing as he empties himself into Angelina's waiting mouth. She swallows eagerly, her eyes locked on his, a satisfied smile on her face as she takes every last drop.
Hooch, feeling Angelina's body tensing, her muscles clenching, knows she's close too. She redoubles her efforts, her tongue fucking Angelina's pussy faster, her fingers rubbing her clit in tight, quick circles. "Come for me, you strong, muscular bitch," she growls against Angelina's pussy. "Let me taste your orgasm on my tongue."
Angelina moans, a loud, keening sound, her body convulsing as she comes, her pussy clenching around Hooch's tongue, her juices gushing into Hooch's waiting mouth. Hooch laps it up eagerly, her own orgasm building as she tastes Angelina's release.
Harry, his cock still hard, pulls out of Angelina's mouth, a satisfied smile on his face as he looks down at the two women, their bodies glistening with sweat, their chests heaving with exertion. "Fuck, that was hot," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. He reaches down, his hands squeezing Hooch's ass, her tits, her thighs, marking her as his own. "Your turn, Muscle Mommy. It's time for you to take that white cock."
Hooch, her body shaking with anticipation, pulls her mouth away from Angelina's pussy, a satisfied smile on her face as she looks up at Harry. "With pleasure, my young king," she purrs, her voice a low growl. She turns around, her strong, muscular body on display as she straddles Angelina's face, her pussy hovering over Angelina's mouth. "Eat me out, you strong, muscular bitch," she commands. "Make me come while our king fucks me."
Angelina, her eyes locked on Hooch's pussy, her tongue sticking out, ready to taste, smirks up at her. "With pleasure, Muscle Mommy," she purrs, her voice a low moan. She reaches up, her hands gripping Hooch's ass, pulling her down onto her mouth, her tongue delving deep into Hooch's folds, tasting her, exploring her.
Harry, his cock throbbing with need, moves behind Hooch, his hands squeezing her ass, her tits, her thighs, marking her as his own. He leans down, his cock hovering at her entrance, and with one swift thrust, he's fully sheathed, his balls slapping against her ass. "Fuck, you're tight," he groans, his voice a low growl. He starts to move, his hips thrusting against her, his cock filling her, stretching her, claiming her.
Hooch moans, a deep, guttural sound, her body shaking with the effort of staying still as Harry fucks her. She looks down at Angelina, her eyes locked on hers, her tongue delving deep into her pussy, eating her out like a starving woman. "That's it, my little pet nigger," she growls. "Eat my pussy like the whore you are. Make me come on your tongue."
Angelina moans in response, her head bobbing as she sucks and licks, her hands gripping Hooch's ass, pulling her deeper onto her mouth. Hooch throws her head back, a loud moan escaping her lips as she feels her orgasm building, her body tensing, her muscles clenching.
Harry, feeling Hooch's body tensing around his cock, knows she's close. He reaches around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, quick circles, matching the pace of his thrusts. "Come for me, Muscle Mommy," he growls. "Come all over my cock. Show me how much you love taking my white meat."
Hooch moans, a loud, keening sound, her body convulsing as she comes, her pussy clenching around Harry's cock, her juices gushing onto Angelina's waiting tongue. Angelina laps it up eagerly, her own orgasm building as she tastes Hooch's release.
The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the slapping of flesh against flesh, the wet, sucking sounds of Angelina eating Hooch out, their moans and groans of pleasure. The scent of sex and sweat is overwhelming, a heady aphrodisiac that has them all on the edge of orgasm once again.
Harry, his body tensing, his balls drawing up, knows he's close. He looks down at Hooch, her body glistening with sweat, her muscles rippling with each thrust, and he can't hold back any longer. "I'm gonna come, Muscle Mommy," he growls. "I'm gonna fill your pussy with my white seed."
Hooch moans in response, her body shaking with anticipation. "Do it," she growls. "Fill me up. Mark me as yours."
Harry throws his head back, a loud groan escaping his lips as he comes, his cock pulsing as he empties himself into Hooch's waiting pussy. He collapses on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in quick gasps.
The three of them lie there, their bodies entwined, their chests heaving with exertion, their hearts pounding in their chests. They know they've just shared something special, something that transcends the ordinary, something that only two strong, muscular women and a young, virile man can share. And as they lie there, their bodies cooling, their breaths returning to normal, they know that this is just the beginning. There's so much more to explore, so much more to experience. And they can't wait to see where this journey takes them.
Harry, his body still tingling with the aftermath of his orgasm, pulls out of Hooch slowly, a shiver running down his spine as he feels her muscles clench around him one last time. He stands back, his cock still hard and glistening with their combined fluids, and watches as the two women, his muscular conquests, continue their exploration of each other's bodies.
Hooch, her body shaking with residual pleasure, turns to face Angelina, a hungry look in her eyes. "You taste so fucking good," she murmurs, her voice a low growl as she leans down to capture Angelina's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues dance together, tasting each other, tasting Harry, tasting the mix of their sweat and sex. Angelina moans into the kiss, her hands roaming over Hooch's body, squeezing her tits, her ass, her thighs, appreciating the ripple of muscles beneath her touch.
Harry watches, his cock stirring at the sight of their tangled bodies, the contrast of their skin tones, the way their muscles flex and ripple as they move against each other. He can see the remnants of his load on their thighs, their stomachs, and he's tempted to lean down and lick it off, but he holds back, wanting to watch them explore each other.
Hooch breaks the kiss, a wicked smile on her face as she looks down at Angelina. "You know, I've been with a lot of women in my time," she says, her voice a low purr. "But none of them looked like you. None of them had a body like yours." She runs her hands over Angelina's body, tracing the lines of her muscles, the curves of her hips, the flat plane of her stomach. "You're a fucking goddess, Angelina. And I want to worship every inch of you."
Angelina smirks up at her, a challenge in her eyes. "Then do it," she says, her voice a low growl. "Worship me, Muscle Mommy. Show me what those experienced hands and that talented tongue of yours can do."
Hooch doesn't need to be told twice. She starts at Angelina's feet, kissing and licking her way up, tasting the sweat and the muscle, the strength and the power. She spends extra time on Angelina's calves, her thighs, her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh, appreciating the strength beneath her hands. She can feel Angelina's body responding, the goosebumps rising on her skin, the shivers running down her spine.
Hooch, wanting to mix pleasure with a little workout, stands up and positions herself so that her pussy is directly above Angelina's face. "You ready for a workout, my strong beauty?" she asks, a smirk on her face.
Angelina, eager and ready, nods enthusiastically. "Give me your best shot, Muscle Mommy," she replies, her voice filled with anticipation.
Hooch begins to perform squats, her powerful thighs and ass flexing with each movement. She goes low, her pussy hovering just above Angelina's mouth. Angelina, not one to miss an opportunity, sticks out her tongue, licking and tasting Hooch's folds, her clit, drawing a moan from the older woman. Hooch continues her squats, counting them out loud like a true trainer. "One, two, three..." she counts, her voice a low growl, her body glistening with sweat.
Angelina, determined to keep up, matches Hooch's pace, her tongue delving deeper, her hands gripping Hooch's ass, pulling her down onto her mouth. The room fills with the sounds of their pleasure, the wet, sucking noises of Angelina eating Hooch out, Hooch's grunts and moans as she counts her squats.
"Ten, eleven, twelve..." Hooch continues, her body shaking with effort and pleasure. She reaches down, her hands gripping Angelina's hair, holding her in place as she fucks her face with her pussy. "You like that, my strong beauty?" she growls. "You like taking my pussy like a good little pet?"
Angelina moans in response, the vibration sending shivers down Hooch's spine. She can feel Angelina's tongue delving deeper, her fingers digging into her ass, and she knows she's close. "Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen..." she counts, her voice a low growl, her body tensing with each number.
Harry, watching them, his cock throbbing with need, reaches down and starts to stroke himself slowly, his eyes locked on the two women. He can see Hooch's body tensing, her muscles clenching, and he knows she's close. He strokes himself faster, his breath coming in quick gasps, his body tensing as he approaches his climax.
Hooch, feeling her orgasm building, stops her squats and turns around, presenting her ass to Angelina. "Lick my asshole, my strong black beauty," she commands, her voice a low growl. "Make me come on your tongue."
Angelina, eager to obey, leans in, her tongue delving into Hooch's ass, tasting her, exploring her. Hooch moans, a loud, keening sound, her body shaking with pleasure as Angelina's tongue finds her most sensitive spot. "That's it, my little pet," she growls. "Lick my ass like the whore you are. Make me come all over your tongue."
Harry, watching them, his body tensing, knows he's close. He strokes himself faster, his grip tighter, his breath coming in quick gasps. "Fuck, you two are hot," he groans. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come all over you both."
And with that, he does, his cock pulsing as he comes, his load landing on their entwined bodies, mixing with their sweat and their sex, marking them as his. He collapses back, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in quick gasps, a satisfied smile on his face.
Hooch, her body shaking with the aftermath of her own orgasm, turns to face Angelina, a soft smile on her face. "You know," she says, her voice a low purr. "I think we make a pretty good team, you and I."
Angelina smirks up at her, a challenge in her eyes. "I think so too, Muscle Mommy," she replies. "And I think there's a lot more we can explore together. In and out of the Quidditch pitch."
Hooch chuckles, a deep, throaty sound, and leans up to capture Angelina's lips in a soft, gentle kiss. "I look forward to it, my strong, muscular beauty," she murmurs against her lips. "I look forward to it very much."
Harry, watching them, his cock already stirring with renewed interest, knows that this is just the beginning. There's so much more to explore, so much more to experience, and he can't wait to see where this journey takes them. With a final look at the two entwined women, he turns and makes his way back to the castle, his body humming with satisfaction and anticipation.