Knicker Knight
patreon
Growth Spurt Chapter 68
🕑 Added 2025-06-01 06:10:13 +0000 UTC“Fuck my pussy!” Lavender hissed. “Ram it with your big dick! Right there baby!”
Harry had his hands on her ankles, and Lavender’s back was against the bed’s headboard. He had her folded like a lawn chair while he fucked her. Hermione was behind him, doing her best to rim him while his hips moved quickly to give Lavender a good pounding. Harry could feel Hermione holding onto his upper thighs, her tongue teasing his ass.
Harry’s cum flew off of Lavender’s big jiggling breasts. She was looking at him like he was some kind of a god; a god of sex. Her pussy was worshipping him too at this point. She was extremely wet, orgasming like a machine gun. Harry had her ankles above her head, shoved back against the wood he had her pinned to.
“I can’t believe how long I was missing out on this,” Lavender moaned. “We should’ve been doing this after every quidditch game. I would’ve been your trophy. I’m sure you built up stress, so you could just let it all out on me…”
Lavender’s active imagination was turning Hermione on too. Harry felt his best friend’s tongue get extra excited by the scenario Lavender was describing. One of Hermione’s hands moved away from Harry’s leg as she chose to shove it between her legs and touch herself while she worked. Occasionally, Harry could feel her exhale from the pleasure as her breath tickled him between his cheeks.
“You’d have liked that, wouldn’t you?” Harry said, adding a little extra something to the way he was pounding Lavender.
“I like ANYTHING you do to me,” Lavender said with a bright lustful smile. “Shove your dick between my tits. Ram it up my arse. Pound my pussy, fuck my throat. As long as it’s you, I’ve got NO complaints.”
She opened her mouth super wide, showing off the fleshy pinkness inside to prove her point. She also stuck a hand down to her crotch and rubbed her clit with her thumb while Harry was fucking her.
Hermione’s tongue swished in a way that really affected Harry, and knew immediately that an orgasm was coming. These two were mere students without the resources the ministry could provide. What Harry was getting at was that they didn’t have contraceptive potions, so cumming inside was a no go. However, there were plenty of lovely places still available to dumb his spunk.
He spun around, his dick flying out of Lavender. As Harry let go of his ankles and his body was no longer pinning her back, Lavender moaned and slid down, her butt touching back down on the mattress. Harry pounced on Hermione without warning.
As he basically tackled her, she fell onto her back underneath him. However, Harry had lined them up so that instead of looking into each other’s eyes, his crotch was level with Hermione’s head. Specifically, her mouth was level with his prick.
Hermione had just enough time to realize that she was in danger. Harry’s big pink tip was pushed against her lips so that she was kissing it. His hips were drawn back, too, and primed to thrust. As Hermione recognized the position, Harry’s orgasm arrived, and he pounded down.
His dick flew into her throat with a noise like a book being dropped in a puddle. Hermione gagged very loudly, her eyes wide as cum started to pour into her and sink down to her stomach. Harry didn’t bother with any additional thrusts, satisfied with leaving his heavier body on top of her while cum poured out.
Trapped beneath him and being used ever so well, Hermione’s second hand went down to join the first. She masturbated like a madwoman to the taste of Harry’s spunk and the feeling of him pinning her. She wasn’t the only one getting aroused.
“Merlin,” Lavender said. “That’s bloody sexy.”
She jumped into action, refusing to be left out, and took over for Hermione’s fingers. Once she pried the bookworm’s hands off, Lavender’s tongue got to work inside her pussy. Parvati had already confessed to Harry that she and Lavender practiced together to learn tongue tricks for whenever they finally found good men, and with Parvati gone, it seemed Hermione had taken the Indian girl’s place on lonely nights. Lavender already knew all of Hermione’s sensitive spots and exploited them with extreme prejudice.
By chance, Harry and Lavender pulled themselves off of Hermione at the exact same time. She was sprawled on her back looking vacantly at the ceiling, a big snot bubble under her left nostril. A stream of clear liquid squirted out between her tanned legs and onto the bed like a garden hose. Lavender beamed as she saw this.
“I knew this old tongue still had it!” she exclaimed.
No sooner had she done so than Harry grabbed her by part of her curly blond hair and yanked her over to the edge of the bed.
“Prove it again,” he said.
His dirtied but still hard manhood stuck out in Lavender’s face. Giggling, she shut her eyes in a sultry way and began her assault, wrapping him up in that slutty mouth of hers. Harry breathed in heavily, enjoying the feeling. The sun was already starting to go down, as compared to it being high in the sky when the three of them began. Before he was completely done with the girls, it would be totally dark outside.
LINE BREAK
Harry wasn’t sure what it was that woke him up. It was still the middle of the night. He could see that out through the window. The girls were sound asleep, Hermione on his left arm and Lavender on his right, their boobs pressed up against his chest. Harry could see the first half of his name on Hermione’s cleavage, and the second half on Lavender’s. Despite himself, he chuckled.
He tried to go back to sleep, but it just wouldn’t come. Something wouldn’t allow him to drift off. So he extricated himself from his two lovers and stood up. Both of the girls groaned cutely, searching in their sleep for the warmth that they lost, until they scooted closer and ended up hugging each other. Satisfied, their slumber returned to being peaceful.
Harry shook his head with an earnest smile, remembering what their relationship used to be like and how far they had come.
He used his wand to clean himself up. It wasn’t just his combat magic he had been training in the ministry, but his entire spell repertoire. The more spells he learned, the easier it became to learn new ones, and Harry had learned LOTS.
Getting dressed, Harry left the room and walked the hallway of the Three Broomsticks’ second floor with the intention of going downstairs. He thought he could get a short walk in. It was already six days into the week long stint at Hogsmeade, and he was feeling suffocated. A night walk might be exactly what he needed to get a little alone time. It was a lot, the way younger students and even some of the villagers looked at him these days.
“Going somewhere?” said someone while Harry was crossing the bar.
He hadn’t noticed because they only had one candle and were sitting in the corner of the room, but someone else was awake. It was Rosmerta. It would be extremely rude to pretend he hadn’t seen her, so Harry stopped and came closer.
He got much more of a view than he was counting on. Rosmerta was wearing a magenta nightie that clung to her sexy body. The girls Harry left upstairs had two of the best racks at Hogwarts, only decisively beaten by Susan Bones herself, who was also sleeping somewhere upstairs. However, a match between Susan and Rosmerta would’ve been one for the ages. Rosmerta’s breasts were enormous, and although age made them sag more than Susan’s tits, they were still much firmer and sat much higher than the boobs of a woman like Mrs. Weasley, for example. Rosmerta’s face was also great and her backside was lovely, as Ron could attest. Every time the trio visited her tavern, Hermione always caught him eyeing the barkeep’s rump.
“It seems I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep,” Rosmerta said.
She wasn’t oblivious to the way Harry just checked her out, but she allowed it with a knowing smile. She took a sip from a glass in her hands. Harry looked at the color and diagnosed it as firewhiskey, not butterbeer.
“Something woke me up,” Harry admitted. “I was going to take a walk to clear my head.”
“I’m not sure all those Aurors running around will appreciate that,” Rosmerta said.
Harry scowled. “I’m supposed to be their ally,” he said, “but they're treating me like they’re my protection detail. It’s so frustrating!”
Sloshing caught his attention. Rosmerta was holding out her glass.
“Whenever I feel frustrated, this tends to help,” she said.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to offer that to minors,” Harry said. “Hogwarts will get your business shut down if they find out.”
“I’m not selling it to you. I’m giving a much needed gift,” Rosmerta said. “And you’re not even a student anymore. If you’re old enough to be turned into the Ministry’s poster boy, they ought to at least allow you a drink.”
Harry’s scowl turned into an amused smile. He pulled a chair over and sat down. Rosmerta lifted her firewhisky and filled a second glass that was nearby. However, when it was full, she kept it and handed the half-full one to Harry.
“I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to work,” Harry said.
“I’m sure you’d like a full glass, wouldn’t you?” Rosmerta said. “I might be willing to allow some underage drinking, but a full glass right off the bat? You’ll end up drunk on my floor. Besides, a boy your age should be thanking me for handing over that glass.”
Harry looked at it closer in the light. It was only partially empty because Rosmerta had been drinking from it, of course. Her smudge lipstick was smudged along the rim in places. It seemed she’d never completely gone to bed, or at least hadn’t showered, because her makeup was on; Harry could see that when he paid attention to her face.
“What do the kids call it? An indirect kiss?” Rosmerta laughed.
She drank a significant amount of the new glass she’d poured herself, and Harry wondered if the one he was holding was even her first. The barmaid was always flirtatious, but he assumed that was a strategy to get extra tips. Yet she was laying it on extra thickly now, and it was only the two of them present.
Harry drank from the glass. It’s not like he was embarrassed by something like this, after all the things he’d done with so many different girls.
“Aw. I thought I could tease you a little more,” Rosmerta said. “You’re practically one of my regular customers at this point. Although every time I see you, it’s in the company of a different girl.”
“I’ve got a lot of friends,” Harry shrugged.
“Friends. Right,” Rosmerta snorted. “Those two earlier were amusing, though. Signing their breasts. I haven’t seen something like that since I was a young witch.”
“They were just playing around,” Harry said.
They both drank from their drinks. Harry wasn’t used to the taste of firewhisky, but he’d felt much more intrusive sensations, so ignoring it wasn’t all that hard.
“So how about it?” Rosmerta said.
“Pardon? How about what?” Harry asked.
She leaned forward. Her nightie was barely cleaning on, showing a wall of cleavage with a slit down the middle.
“If you could give those two a nice signature, you could draw an entire picture for me,” Rosmerta said, looking down at the huge expanse of cleavage on display.
“You phrased that like an offer,” Harry said.
“Maybe it was o—”
Rosmerta’s glass toppled off the bar where she’d placed it and shattered on the floor. The barmaid screamed. The entire Three Broomsticks was shaken by a devastating explosion that didn’t sound all that far away. Rosmerta grabbed onto Harry’s forearms and held on for support and stability. Harry, however, bolted up and gently removed her hand.
“What was that?” Rosmerta said, her complexion becoming pale.
Harry rushed to the front window and peeked through without exposing himself too much. It was a good thing he didn’t head straight outside. There was a fire somewhere in Hogsmeade, an entire building up in flames, which was casting light across the streets.
And there, skulking about in full garb, were Death Eaters.
“We’re under attack!” Harry yelled to Rosmerta.
