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Growth Spurt Chapter 50
🕑 Added 2025-03-14 02:59:17 +0000 UTC“I can still hear them all the way up here,” Harry said. “That’s impressive, don’t you think?”
Penelope didn’t have an answer for him, seeing as she was moaning up a storm.
Harry’s fingers were digging into her cunt, sliding against her slippery insides. Penelope was on her side, her lovely butt pressed against Harry’s body, while he casually draped his arms over her.
Over the balcony, down on the first floor, Harry could hear wet smacks and suckling sounds accompanied by moans. One moment it would be Tonks moaning. Then her voice would disappear, and Alicia would be the one making noise. Both of them certainly knew how to use their mouths. Harry would know. And clearly, their oral skills were more versatile than simple dicksucking.
A sharp moan from under him dragged his attention back to Penelope. Their clothes and underwear were spread around the bed on the floor, hastily discarded wherever there was room. Lipstick marks along his cheek and neck showed that Penelope had gotten impatient as they stripped. Reminded of her eagerness, Harry decided to get a bit of revenge. He ducked down, biting her neck and sucking until he was sure a visible hickey would be left.
“Merlin…” Penelope moaned.
Harry slipped his hand under her head, sticking his middle finger into her mouth. He hooked it under her lips, which she suctioned around him, reflexively slurping on whatever went into her mouth.
“Come to think of it, you passed out the first time we slept together,” Harry said. “I wonder how far I have to push you in order to break you that way again this time.”
Penelope took well to the teasing. Orgasmic juices rained down on the fingers he had shoved in her snatch, while she slurped loudly on the one in her mouth. Harry rolled her onto her stomach, digging his fingers in from behind. The position was almost like he was a masseur doing work on a client. Just a very dirty kind of work.
Penelope certainly had a stunning body. It wasn’t the body you would expect to find belonging to a Ravenclaw Head Girl who spent most of her time in the library. If she’d been born a Muggle, she could’ve made a killing as a model, with her long legs and curvy assets. Harry marveled again that Percy Weasley ever had a chance with her… and that the man was so stupid as to break up with THIS witch to focus on work.
Harry’s thumb, which had thus far been excluded from the fun, picked out Penelope’s asshole. Her head jerked up when she felt Harry probing her other entrance. Without removing his fingers from her cunt, Harry added his thumb into her ass, penetrating both with one hand. At least five different emotions cycled over Penelope’s face in just a few seconds, before settling on a goofy pleasured look.
Her cheeks were hollowing as she continued to slurp on Harry’s fingers. Her snatch was tightening again. It wasn’t long before she came. And this time, two orgasms hit back to back, rocking her body.
Harry pulled his hands away, which left Penelope gasping like a fish. She certainly didn’t complain when he rolled her over onto her back. Looking up at him, Penelope extended her arms, beckoning him closer.
Harry quickly placed his body on top of hers. His legs pressed her down as he shoved his dick into her pussy from above. The bed the ministry provided him was good quality. Its solid frame and thick mattress didn’t so much as squeak when Harry’s powerful frame plowed into Penelope from above.
“You’re so tight, Penelope,” Harry said.
“Penny!” she moaned. “Please, call me Penny!”
As Harry thrusted down into her, he couldn’t help but smirk playfully.
“You’re supposed to be my tutor, right?” he said. “Why don’t you give me a lesson?”
Penny was just barely able to speak.
“Now?” she gasped.
“When else?” Harry said. There were meaty smacks as his body fucked Penny from above. “I was just wondering… What is it that we’re doing?”
Penny writhed under him, feeling his huge shape spearing her between the legs.
“Sex,” she said.
“More specifically,” Harry insisted.
“You’re fucking me,” Penny said. “You’re fucking me hard, from above, while I… cum!”
Orgasmic arousal cascaded over Harry’s dick. He didn’t stop or pause.
“And what’s this?” he asked.
His thumb slipped between their bodies, rubbing her clit right above where his dick was plunging into her.
“My clitoris…” Penny moaned.
“And what does it do?” Harry prompted.
“It makes me feel good when you touch it.” Penny shuddered again. “It—Ohhhhhh!—exists just for you!”
“Good answer,” Harry said, pressing down even more forcefully.
Having her clit stimulated at the same time as Harry’s fierce fucking quickly proved too much for Penny to properly handle. The noises that came from her throat started to sound like a banshee, or an unspayed alley Kneazle. The moans from the floor below them slowly stopped. Harry’s hips crashed loudly into Penny’s body, creating a temporary divot in the mattress underneath their bodies.
“I’d like to get to know you better, teacher,” Harry said. “Where’s your favorite place to take a load?”
“Mo—ou—th…” Penny stuttered.
Smiling accommodatingly, Harry pulled out of the older girl, effortlessly breaking the grip her legs had on him. He moved himself up the her body, pushing his tip between Penny’s lips. Harry grabbed her head, easing it back, pushing her down his shaft softly. Her eyes half closed, Penny allowed it to happen. Harry watched her throat work, swallowing his load as it poured out in her mouth, just like she requested.
When he let go of her, Penny dropped back against the bed. She hadn’t passed out, but her soaked cunt and silly smile showed she was in a thoroughly out of it state. Harry sat on the edge of the bed, turning to the top of the stairs.
“Look who finally showed up,” he said.
Tonks and Alicia were less dressed than the last time he saw them. Tonks was wearing only panties with bite marks all over her breasts, while Alicia had on nothing but a bra, her crotch looking moist. Harry wasn't sure if it was moist with arousal or Tonks’s spit.
“Bugger,” Tonks said. “Penny cut both of us in line.”
“That’s your fault,” Alicia said. “You’re the one that started our fight.”
“Like Merlin I am!” Tonks said. She shook her head. “Let’s not get started again. I think we need each other’s help.”
“You’ve fucked him before,” Alicia said. “Don’t tell me you can’t handle it?”
“Last time, I had the help of three eighteen year old Hufflepuffs,” Tonks said. “He outlasted all of us.”
“No way!” Alicia said.
“It’s true,” Harry said.
When Alicia turned to Tonks in order to express her surprise, Harry snuck up on her. His fingers undid the strap of her bra with lightning fast reflexes. It came loose, sliding off of Alicia’s shoulders and leaving her naked. Before she could turn around, Harry had scooped her up by hooking his arms under her thighs.
He held her easily. With his sudden growth over summer, he was much taller than Alicia, even though she’d been taller than him across her whole time at Hogwarts. With Harry holding her up, her torso was only just long enough for their heads to be at an equal height.
He figured at this point he really owed it to Alicia to start with her. This WAS her first time with him, after all, and she really had been getting cut in line an awful lot.
“Fiiiine.” Tonks rolled her eyes. “I guess she can start.”
Harry lined his dick up with Alicia’s crotch. He bent his knees slightly to get some extra leverage. Next, he drove his crotch forward, propelling his dick straight into her depths.
“Nhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Alicia moaned loudly.
Tonks had done a number on her. Maybe Harry’s cum pouring down her throat had aroused Alicia as well. By the time Harry entered her, she was wetter than robes dropped in the Great Lake at Hogwarts.
Alicia threw her head back. Her blond hair, which lost its neat bun a long time ago, scattered over Harry’s neck. He squeezed with his arms, folding her legs even tighter to his body.
Tonks couldn’t hold off for long, seeing what was in front of her. Harry felt a tongue rubbing his testicles. She had dropped onto her knees, worshipping his sack with her mouth. At one point, her lips stretched all the way around him as she suckled on the delicate part of him.
When she heard Harry groan, Tonks grew more motivated. Her breasts, which had been too perky to touch Harry in this position, swelled to the size of Susan Bones’ bust. Tonks used her hand, pressing them up so that they cushioned Harry’s balls. Spare arousal from Alicia dripped down his shaft, moistening her cleavage as she pressed it onto him.
“Oh Merlin,” Alicia moaned. “You’re SO MUCH better than Tonks’s tongue!”
That was a risky assertion to make, because Tonks was still right there. Immediately taking offense, Tonks switched targets. While her amplified bust still pressed down on Harry’s balls, her mouth found a new purpose. Her tongue, which had been insulted by Alicia’s comparison, attacked the blond witch's clit.
Attacked on two fronts, Alicia was quickly moaning too loudly to speak. Tonks’s revenge wasn’t finished with just this, however. Tonks’s tongue grew to the size of a small penis, pressing down on Alicia’s slit. Screaming loudly, Alicia was left desperately grabbing and squeezing Harry’s arms as the pleasure rocked her.
“Set me down,” Alicia begged, barely managing to get words out.
She wanted revenge. Harry could tell. So he decided to humor her.
All three of them collapsed on the ground as Harry eased his body forward. Tonks released a muffled cry as Harry slid out of Alicia, and Alicia came to be kneeling on Tonks’s face. Harry placed himself above the metamorphmagus’s crotch, thrusting into the pussy he’d fucked so many times before.
Tonks must have been going through it. Her pussy was tightening and loosening wildly, a sign that she was struggling to keep control of her powers.
There were other signs, too. Her legs were changing size, as were her breasts. Alicia had grabbed Tonks’s head, shoving Tonks’s mouth into her crotch.
“Use that tongue trick again now!” she demanded. “I’m ready for it this time, slut.”
Tonks must have taken on her challenge, swelling her tongue to wild proportions, because Alicia promptly squeaked. She clenched her muscular legs around Tonks’s head, pinning the auror.
Harry, meanwhile, was taking his time fucking Tonks. In addition to the changes inside her body, he caught her clit swelling and shrinking. He knew she could do that because she did it to him once, when she beat him in a training duel and forced him to eat her out. When her clit was at its largest, Harry shoved his thumb against it, eagerly rubbing the surface. The feeling must’ve been like a tsunami of arousal, because Tonks’s unstable body shook whenever he touched it.
She came, and Harry was fascinated to find that this was one of the strongest orgasms he ever remembered from her. He’d love to say that was because of him, and certainly his playing with her oversized clit helped, but he had to say that Alicia was the one really getting her worked up.
The blond grinded down hard on Tonks’s face. “That’s the spot! Go at it for me!”
A sudden memory popped into Harry’s head, almost inexplicably, as he felt himself nearing his limit. He remembered Alicia’s stretches she used to do before playing quidditch. They were impressive, showing a range of motion few girls could match. She always said that they made her play well. The boys on the team never complained about the ritual. Quidditch pants were TIGHT, after all.
So just as Harry recognized he was going to cum, he reached forward, wrapping his hands around Alicia’s jaw.
“Wha—!” she exclaimed.
Harry dragged her head back, but because of her flexibility her crotch didn’t move. It remained mashed onto Tonks’s face, while Alicia’s own face bent back until the top of her head was on Tonks’s tummy. With her face upside down, Harry buried his length in her mouth for a second time that day.
He watched Alicia’s throat bulge as his penis slid down it. He came in her tight little throat for a second time that day, squirting a load that he KNEW she would feel every last drop of.
At the same time, Tonks’s tongue scored a victory. Maybe Alicia was extra turned on by the taste of Harry’s cum. She orgasmed for Tonks, who orgasmed in turn, squirting on the floor. When Harry finally pulled his dick out of Alicia’s mouth, she was left gaping, lacking the energy to even sit up again. Her legs straightened, leaving her laying exhaustedly on top of Tonks, who was just as tired underneath her.
Harry stood, stretching out his back with a satisfied smile. Then he returned to the bed, where Penny had recovered enough to watch.
If the minister was kind enough to set him up with a group like this as his helpers, it would be rude if he didn’t make the most of it. And he had no plans of stopping ANY time soon.
