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Growth Spurt Chapter 30
🕑 Added 2025-01-21 04:01:01 +0000 UTC“How about you Demelza?” Harry asked.
“Me?!” Demelza looked alarmed. “I don’t know I— I haven’t thought about it.”
“Just pick something,” Harry said. “Whatever sounds nice.”
“I… I… I want a back rub!” she stammered.
Harry paused, while a few of the other girls looked at her like she was insane.
“A back rub?” Harry asked. “I mean, I can do that. If that’s what you want.”
Demelza was blushing, but she was in too deep to change her mind. She walked stiffly over to one of the beds and lay down. Harry approached her, massaging her back muscles through her robes.
Demelza wiggled as she accepted his touch. Despite it not being a flashy request, she seemed to thoroughly enjoy it, sighing and relaxing her back. As Harry broke through multiple knots and areas of stiffness, he wondered if maybe he was being a bit too harsh as Quidditch captain if this was the state his players were in.
He finished after a few minutes, relaxing his arms and stepping away from the bed. Demelza had enjoyed it so much that she fell asleep. This whole situation had left her quite overwhelmed. In any case, Harry might have just discovered a new talent as a masseur.
Someone poked on Harry’s thigh.
Sitting on the floor, Romilda was looking up at him, her eyes wide. When Harry turned, he noticed the way she tracked his hanging cock as it swung.
“Can it be my turn?” Romilda asked.
“Sure it can,” Harry said. “Do you want a massage too?”
“Oh, no!” Romilda laughed. She leaned forward so that she was staring up at Harry, her head right next to his crotch. “I had something completely different in mind.”
Harry knelt down, reducing the distance between their faces to mere inches. Romilda smiled, an expression that looked great on her pretty face. Harry couldn’t spot a speck of nervousness from her, but he also could’ve sworn he remembered her from somewhere.
“You tried out for the Quidditch team!” he said.
“You remembered?” Romilda asked.
“Well you came out, but you refused to fly, so we had to send you home,” Harry said. “I’m just warning you, you can’t use your favor to get onto the team.”
“Silly!” Romilda giggled. “I don’t care about Quidditch. The only thing I care about is YOU.”
“And what are you going to do with me, now that you’ve got a favor to use?” Harry asked.
Romilda made her most innocent expression, although the look in her eyes ruined the effect.
“I’ve been so sick of walking all the way to potions class,” she said. “It’s so far, and it’s all the way down is those dark nasty dungeons. I’d love a reason to skip the next period. Make it so I can’t even use my legs!”
“Let’s get that taken care of,” Harry said.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her onto the floor, pressing her down on her stomach. Romilda moaned from his touch. When Harry grabbed her crotch, her moaning only became even louder.
Without stripping her out of her robes, Harry jammed his hand between her thighs. He didn’t use any specific techniques or styles. He just squeezed, applying pressure to the sensitive area. A moment later he let go, delivering a spank the force of which traveled right through Romilda’s robes.
“Did you hear that sound that made?” Lavender said.
“Those slaps sting so wonderfully,” Parvati said wistfully.
A few of the girls looked at her as she spoke from experience, but Parvati paid them no mind and the others soon forgot. After all, all but two of them had already been in Harry’s bed themselves.
And it would be all but one of them after this.
Bored of waiting, Harry shredded Romilda’s robes wandlessly with a burst of magic, which was a trick he was getting quite familiar with. Romilda lay there naked, and Harry paused a moment to admire what was on display.
She had a heart shaped butt that while not massive, had excellent shape. She was thin, with narrow hips and a mostly flat chest, while her curly brown hair extended part of the way down her slim back. Her thighs were well-rounded, and she was clean shaven downstairs, although there were still a few hairs in places, hinting that she shaved for tonight specifically despite not being used to it.
Harry looked across the room, making eye-contact with Ginny. He was starting to see why the redhead had brought Romilda along with her and Demelza. From what Harry could see, the brunette was a sexy little fangirl of his. Exactly the type of girl Ginny would love to watch him dismantle.
Fortunately, Romilda was thinking along the same lines, considering the favor she asked of him.
Harry rubbed her slit with his fingers, listening to her gasp. He didn’t insert his fingers, but he did drag them over her entrance, making sure she was ready. Satisfied with the wetness he felt, Harry straddled her thighs and pushed the big purple head of his cock against her entrance.
“Please,” Romilda moaned quietly.
She had waited enough. Harry impaled her.
He thought she might have been a virgin because of her general behavior, but if she was she had at least practiced with real toys, because her hymen was broken. That allowed Harry to thrust into her as fast as he liked; he made sure to be rough right from the start.
He spanked Demelza’s ass, watching its lovely shape jiggle and bounce. His body smashed against hers with rough movements that made Romilda’s whole body slide forward along the carpet, before Harry grabbed the back of her neck and held her in place.
Romilda’s nose was flattened against the floor. She had her palms pushed down at her sides, leaving her in a position that looked like she had done push ups all the way to failure.
“Goodness, she can really take it!” Lavender said.
“She’s dreamed of this,” Ginny said, sounding slightly smug for some reason. “Isn’t that right, Romilda?”
Romilda just wailed, too focused on the pounding she was taking to think about anything else.
Harry planted the hand that wasn’t on her neck against her lower back. Using it for leverage, he started to thrust down as well as forward, changing the angle of penetration. Romilda didn’t have any complaints. She was screaming her pleasure for the entire room to hear.
“Is she alright?” Fay asked.
“Better than alright, Honey,” Lavender said. “You hear that? That’s the sound of your sanity breaking in the best kind of way.”
Harry’s hand slid off of Romilda’s back. She was tight inside, but then again most girls were when they were accommodating someone of Harry’s size. His fingers dug under her tummy, and here they found their next goal.
While his cock slid back and forth, in and out of her pussy, his fingers struck precisely. They found her clit right at the top of her entrance, pinching it while his cock battered the rest of her womanhood.
Romilda came instantly. She screamed any louder, and unable to keep down a broad grin, Harry continue to stretch her out.
Her toes had begun to curl, while her whole legs shook. Her entire body was starting to flex as she tried to adjust to the brutal fuck she was getting. Harry glanced at Ginny, curious if this was living up to her expectations.
He found the redhead with a hand shoved down her own robes, the pink tip of her tongue protruding from the corner of her mouth. Harry smirked at her as she delivered another heavy thrust, causing Romilda to cum again.
When he was finally confident that he had dealt enough damage for Romilda’s legs to be out of condition, thereby fulfilling his end of the favor, he pulled his cock out of her and released his inhibitions.
Right away, white spurts launched all across Romilda’s back. They coated her in patches from just above the ass all the way to her shoulders. Romilda groaned.
“Is sex always this rough?”
The question came from Fay. While the other girls watched (and Demelza continued napping), the brunette had come closer.
She crouched down to investigate Romilda, staring at her borderline-unconscious and thoroughly fucked silly expression.
“Not always,” Harry said. “Sometimes it's a lot slower. It can be really gentle. Some girls just like it this way.”
To prove who he was talking about, Harry gave Romilda’s ass another light smack.
“What about you?” Fay asked. “Do you like it better this way?”
Harry surprised her by leaning forward into her personal space.
“That doesn't matter,” Harry said. “What matters is what you like best. You’re the one with a favor to cash in.”
Fay gulped. “I want that,” she said, gesturing at Romilda. “But I want to do it more slowly. And gently!”
Harry pulled her close; although instead of just yanking her, he eased her body delicately into his arms.
“That can be arranged,” he said.
They kissed each other. If he were to guess based on her skill with her tongue, Fay wasn’t completely inexperienced but wasn’t exactly an expert, either. It wasn't bad, but it also wasn’t amazing. As they kissed, he eased off her robes.
The underwear underneath was a bit more difficult to remove while kissing, but Harry still managed it just fine. When only her panties were left, Harry pulled them down her long and tan legs, off over her ankles.
Fay’s first reaction was to shield her modesty, but Harry handled this smoothly as he eased her down on her back. His arms naturally wrapped into hers, while he slipped his hips between her thighs. Fay was left underneath him, lying on her back with her arms still wrapped around him.
Harry kissed her some more, so that no nerves could seep in. As he did, he pushed his cock inside of her, entering just as gently his lips were being.
This was totally different to what Romilda experienced, even if the positions were somewhat similar. But there was something about being face to face that just made things more intimate, and the way Harry’s body moved matched this perfectly.
He moved so slowly that there were no slapping sounds to be heard. It probably made for more boring viewing for the other girls, but they were too turned on to care. Hermione had decided to help Ginny touch herself, while Lavender and Parvati were each enjoying themselves in their own way.
Harry only spared the room a quick glance, making sure that the majority of his attention was focused on Fay.
Her body reminded him of Katie’s somewhat. She was very fit and tight, and her skin also had a lovely complexion, a touch darker than the average British Witch. Harry could feel her small breasts, the stiff nipples on them poking against his upper body.
Harry finally moved his lips away from hers, but it was only to latch onto the side of her neck and plant kisses and bites there. Fay’s hands slid up his back in order to grab his hair. His weight was pressing down on her body, but when combined with his delicate touches, that didn’t feel oppressive. Instead, it just helped Fay feel the entire thing was even more intimate.
“Harry!” she cried out.
He pulled his teeth away from her neck. “Cum as much as you want. I don’t mind.”
He ducked back down and bit the same point he’d been working of, driving Fay crazy. Her back arched as she orgasmed, tremors running through her flesh around Harry’s dick. He relished the feeling.
He stayed on top of Fay for far longer than he was on Romilda. Where Romilda had been dismantled by the force of their coupling, Fay was being smothered by him. It was a slow build, during which she came multiple times, until finally she released her largest orgasm yet.
It was exactly like the earlier ones, only five times as intense. She screamed Harry’s name as her whole body shook in response, and Harry grunted as he realized he was finally at his limit.
So he went up on his knees, pulling out of her like he had with Romilda. Fay got her belly and chest painted by his load, where it stood out in a way that was lovely on her tanned and somewhat darker skin.
As Harry caught his breath for a moment, he could see that Fay had no complaints. She was lying on her back, her crotch visibly wet as she lay there with her limbs flopped listlessly at her sides. She had a wide, full smile: a smile that was nearly identical to the one Romilda wore, despite the enormous differences between the sex the two girls experienced.
Harry slowly stood up. He smiled at Lavender and Parvati, who had each cum at least once to their own fingers just from watching.
“Two to go,” Harry said proudly.
