Susan slipped into the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She had tried to push the ache between her legs to the end of the day like always, but today it was becoming impossible. She had already discreetly discarded most of her clothes in the last break. Only sporting her panties under her robe.
Her massive breasts felt sensitive and hot, her nipples sending a wave of pleasure through her body every time they rubbed against the fabric of her robe.
She needed relief, and she needed it now. The lock of the stall clicked quickly, her hands shaking as she lifted her robes. She spread her legs, her fingers finding their way to her soaked underwear, keeping her liquids from leaving a trail on the floor.
"Hnnng~"
She bit her lip to stifle a moan as she rubbed herself through the thin fabric. Susan's fingers trembled as she pushed her panties aside, her touch finally making contact with her slick folds. She gasped at the sensation, her hips bucking slightly. Her fingers zoned in on her clit and moved in quick, circular motions, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her see stars.
"Ahh~"
Susan's breathing grew heavier as her fingers moved faster and faster. Her hips jerking against her hand, her climax approaching rapidly.
Just as Susan was on the brink of cumming, the bathroom door swung open with a loud creak. She froze, her heart leaping into her throat as she heard footsteps entering the bathroom. Panicked, she quickly scrambled to pull down her robes, hoping whoever it was would just use the toilet and leave. Susan held her breath, trying to make herself as small as possible in the stall.
Yet the sound of the toilet lid being lifted never reached her, instead she heard a robe falling to the ground, and then another.
Susan's curiosity got the better of her, and she slowly leaned forward, pressing her ear against the wall that separated their stalls.
"Mmnh~"
The sound made her cheeks flush a deep red. Someone was making out right next to her.
A dull thud, followed by the most seductive sound she had ever heard.
"Gnnh~"
A male grunt. It daunted on Susan, the couple was doing a lot more than kissing.
"Fuck, Miny, you feel so good. So tight and wet."
She recognized that voice.
A moment later her cheeks flushed with jealousy and excitement. She imagined herself being manhandled by harry's big strong arms as he fucks her. She bit her lip as she weaved a silencing bubble around her that would only let sounds in but not out.
"Harry. Harder. Please."
Her robes were hastily lifted back up again and her hand slithered back to her dripping pussy. Susan's fingers moved frantically in and out of her soaked folds as she listened to the lewd sounds coming from the stall next door.
"Yes, Harry, yes!"
She wished it was her being fucked senseless, wished she was the one stuffed with a thick cock, wished she was the one screaming Harry's name.
"I'm close. Don't stop, Harry. Please don't stop."
"Come for me, Miny. Come all over my cock."
Susan's body shook with pleasure as she climaxed stronger than ever, her fingers buried deep inside her throbbing pussy. As her orgasm subsided, she slumped against the door of the stall, panting heavily.
'That was amazing.' She thought, a surge of jealousy coursing through her veins. If only she could be the one, she wished. However, no one was interested in her. The only romantic partners she ever had and probably will have in the foreseeable future were her toys, and that's a stretch to call them that.
All of the boys waited for after graduation to court someone and even then it wouldn't come even close to what she had just witnessed. She probably would have sex once or twice to conceive an heir and be done with it.
Anger and frustration started to set in but was immediatley overwhelmed by,
*Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch*,
the wet sound of what she imagined was Harry's hips slapping against Hermione's ass. It filled the bathroom once more only lewder, snapping Susan out of her jealous thoughts.
In one fell swoop, her horniness returned, stronger than ever, dominating all of her other feelings. No longer was she content with merely standing in the stall fingering herself. She shed her robes and panties, sat on the toilet and spread her legs.
"You're such a slut, Miny. Look at the mess you are making."
She closed her eyes and imagined Harry talking to her.
It drove her insane. Her liquids gushing out of her puffy pussy lips uncontrollably.
"I love it. I love being your messy little slut."
"That's right, Miny. You're my messy little whore, and I'm never going to stop fucking you."
Susan's body trembled with desire as she listened to the lewd sounds coming from the stall next door. Her fingers moved frantically in and out of her soaked pussy, mimicking the rhythm of Harry's thrusts. She could hear Hermione's screams of pleasure, and it only fueled Susan's own arousal. Her other hand found its way to her massive breasts, playing with her erect nipples.
"Ahh~" she moaned softly. It was an especially sensitive spot. Her own wet squelching noises filled her stall, mixing with the lewd sounds from next door.
She bit on her own lips with half lidded eyes. "I'm a slut too." She mumbled quietly, afraid of admitting it openly. Harry's voice echoed through the bathroom, sending shivers down her spine, driving her to new heights of arousal she thought to be impossible.
She could hear the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, the muffled moans and cries of pleasure, it was pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Yes, Harry, yes!" Susan cried out, her voice not leaving her silencing bubble. Her imagination ran wild, picturing Harry's muscular hands playing with her tits roughly. His fingers sinking into her soft flesh, squeezing tight. His mouth biting down on her nipples.
Her mind was going blank.
Susan's body convulsed, as she reached her climax.
"Ahhhh~!" she screamed, her pussy clamping down around her fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her juices gushed out, soaking her hand and dripping onto the floor below. She rode out her orgasm, her hips bucking wildly, chasing every last drop of ecstasy.
Her chest heaved, as her high began to fade. She listened intently to the sounds coming from next door, her ears perking up at the heavy grunt that signaled Harry cumming as well.
Susan tried to stand up, but her legs gave out and she fell back onto the toilet.
She fought to herself with a satisfied smile, 'I guess I will be late for class.'
As the bathroom door one over creaked open and closed, announcing Harry and Hermione's departure, Susan let out a shaky breath, dispelling her magic. She slowly tried to stand up again. Her legs were still wobbly and her knees weak, but she managed.
Glancing down, she noticed the puddle of her juices on the floor. It was by far more than normally.
With a sigh, she cleaned herself up and redressed, her mind drifting to Harry. She couldn't help but imagine herself being with him, being ravished by his strong hands and hard cock.
"Why her?" Susan muttered bitterly to herself. "What does she have that I don't?" She looked down at her ample bosom, a bitter smile twisting her lips. "I'm sure I could make Harry just as happy as she can. Probably even more so."
With another heavier sigh, Susan unlocked the stall door and stepped out, her legs still slightly unsteady. She glanced at the mirror, noticing the flush on her cheeks and the glazed look in her eyes. She quickly splashed some cold water on her face, trying to compose herself before heading to her next class.
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Harry sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, his bag stored under the bench. He pushed his scrambled eggs around his plate while listening to the chatter around him. He glanced around the hall, his eyes lingering on the faces of the witches. Their features were stunning, with smooth skin, full lips, and gorgeous eyes.
He never really paid attention to the way they were dressed, until this year. It was just how it was. All of them without fail, wore the same kind of robes. Long, loose robes that concealed any hint of curves. Completely different to the girls at his Muggle high school, where there were some sexy minxes under them, but here, nothing.
He leaned to Ron who shoved his breakfast down his throat. "Hey, Ron. Did you ever think about the way witches dress?"
Ron looked up from his plate, his mouth full of food. He swallowed loudly before responding,"What do you mean? They wear robes, same as always." He shrugged, grabbing another sausage from his plate.
Harry sighed, "Yeah, I know. But don't you think it's a bit... plain? I mean, have you ever seen a witch in a dress or something?"
He glanced around the Great Hall again, his eyes lingering on the would be curves of the female students, imagining what they might look like in more revealing clothes. Now that he thought about it his own robes had the same kind of effect. Only on him, they concealed his trained body. He hardly cared for how boys dressed though.
Ron raised an eyebrow, not understanding why Harry was asking this. He shuddered visibly at the thought, his face twisting in disgust. "Harry, that's just... wrong. Witches aren't supposed to dress like that. It's not natural." He leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "Listen, mate, you shouldn't even be thinking about that sort of thing. It's not appropriate to think of girls like that, and not appropriate for them to dress like that. It's indecent."
Harry rolled his eyes, watching him shovel food into his mouth with barely a pause to chew. 'Indecent he said.'
It would forever remain a mystery to Harry, oblivious of Morgana's curse.
But Hermione screaming his name in ecstasy when he shoved his dick inside her pointed towards it being false. On top of the way she dressed on the Hogwarts Express, when she came extra early so no one was around. He frankly found it audacious that he couldn't see her wear those clothes every day.
Speaking of the devil, Hermione approached their table. She slid onto the seat beside Harry, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Harry, I've been thinking about our next Charms lesson," she said, leaning in close."I think I've figured out a way to improve your Levitation spell."
Ron looked up from his plate, his face scrunched up in annoyance as he gulped down the last piece of his breakfast. "Oh, for Merlin's sake, Hermione! Can't you talk about anything else besides schoolwork for once?" He pushed his chair back loudly, standing up and glaring at Hermione. "Some of us enjoy our free time and don't spend every waking moment with our noses stuck in a book or practising spells."
"I'm going to go train for Quidditch. You two have fun discussing Charms or whatever it is you do." With that, Ron stormed off, leaving Harry and Hermione behind. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as images of what they actually do in their free time came to mind. Her hand founds its way to Harry's crotch under the table, where she began to slowly stroke his transfigurated dick.
"Speaking of free time…" Hermione breathed into Harry's ear. She didn't need to say anything else for Harry's dick to spring to it's original size. He was just as horny as she was.
Harry closed his eyes trying to enjoy the moment, but it didn't feel right through the robe. Nothing compared to the real deal. He reached around her waist and pulled her closer. "You know I have been thinking as well."
Harry sneakily slid off the bench under the table and quietly opened his bag. Hermione questionably looked down at him. Her eyes widened once she recognized what he had dug out.
"Fasten it around your hip" He gave her one end and threw the rest over him, completely disappearing. Her eyes widened to the extreme.
Hermione's breath was caught in her throat as Harry's hands slowly slid up her calves, his touch sending shivers through her body. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan as his fingers traced the sensitive skin behind her knees. The anticipation was almost unbearable.
Harry took his time, savouring every inch of Hermione's legs. He could feel her trembling beneath his touch, and it only fuelled his desire. As his hands reached her thighs, he paused, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He could smell her arousal, the scent driving him wild with lust. Slowly, agonizingly so, Harry inched his way up, his hands parting her legs. Hermione gasped, her heart racing in her chest. She could feel Harry's breath on her, hot and heavy, and it made her squirm with need.
She stammered, between suppressed whimpers, "What… What if… someone hears us?"
Harry stopped right in front of his goal, her glistening folds inviting him seductively, "You just have to be quiet."
He took a deep breath, inhaling her intoxicating scent, before gently parting her folds with his fingers. Hermione's breath hitched, her body tensing in anticipation. Slowly, Harry extended his tongue, dragging it along her slit. Hermione's eyes rolled back, a soft moan escaping her lips before she could stop it. She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling any further sounds.
Harry gave her no time to compose herself, his tongue parting her labia and delved deeper, exploring every inch of her pussy. He lapped at her dripping juices, savouring the sweet taste that was uniquely hers. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he feasted on her like a starving man. Hermione bit down hard on her knuckles, trying desperately to stifle the cries of pleasure that threatened to spill from her lips. Her hips bucked involuntarily, grinding against Harry's face as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
He could feel her trembling, her legs quivering beneath his grasp and her other hand pushing him into her, longing for a climax. He gladly went deeper, his nose teasing her clit and his tongue searched for her g-spot. Her thighs clamped around his head, her fingers pressing against his skull as she struggled to remain silent. The taste of her arousal was intoxicating, and he couldn't get enough. A flash of brilliance went through his head and a moment later his tongue elongated.
Harry knew he had found what he was looking for, when her thighs tried to crush his head and her body convulsed with pleasure. She barely managed to muffle her scream as her orgasm crashed over her like a sledgehammer. Harry continued to lick and suck, drawing out her orgasm until she thought she might pass out from the sheer intensity. When the last spasm finally subsided, she barely managed to prop herself upon the table, her chest heaving and her skin flushed.
The only reason no one in the Great Hall was staring at her, was the forearm in her mouth. At least almost all of them, but the remaining ones shrugged it off as Hermione being weird or sick. Only a single Hufflepuff was panting hard, rubbing herself over her robes with her imagination running wild.
Hermione's chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She glanced around the Great Hall, relieved to see that no one seemed to have noticed. Harry emerged from beneath the cloak, the taste of her pussy still on his lips and a smug grin on his lips. "I wanted to do this the moment I got the invisibility cloak."
Hermione smiled dumbly, still not all there, but she had to ask through laboured breath, "What was that?"
His mouth formed a predatory smile, "Let's just say I found another use for transfiguration."