Naughty Susan

The world cup game was absolutely amazing, so far, at least. Harry had never seen, never even imagined, such a grand event. There were animated fireworks and the loudest cheering he'd ever heard and a whole city's worth of magical people crammed shoulder to shoulder in the seats of the unbelievably massive stands. The food was hot, greasy, and delicious, being sold by the many roving vendors maneuvering through the stands, and the quidditch players were blisteringly fast, nimbly cornering on a dime and nothing more than a blur when flying straight. Harry would've thought that Ron would be upset at the fact that his broom riding idol, the Bulgarian seeker Victor Krum, was all but invisible in his constant speed, having been locked in a perpetual race against the Irish team's seeker since the start of the match for the little, golden-winged ball, which was proving too wily for either of the human bullets to pin down so far, but his freckled friend's awed expression never waivered.

Unfortunately, especially since there wasn't a break planned unless the game lasted till eight that night, Harry really needed to take a leak.

Having to repeat himself three times, loudly, before Ron was finally able to understand him over the roaring crowd, Harry finally managed to work his way down the packed stands and into the guts of the stadium. Unfortunately for his bladder, the only restrooms provided were placed outside of the stadium, instead of within it.

Grumbling as he worked his way towards the sunlight at the end of the hallway he was in, Harry was surprised when an apple core, eaten down and already beginning to yellow, thumped down not a foot in front of him.

"God-mother-and-magic, what the hell!" Harry exclaimed, looking up angrily, only to stop short as he realized that it'd be impossible to locate the apple-dropping perpetrator in the sea of legs visible in the bleacher-like grandstands above him. Studying the dangling limbs anyway, Harry's gaze began to wander, until, with eyes widening, he noticed one set of legs that didn't end in knees. Instead, the skirt wearing patron the legs belonged to was standing, and, unintentionally, providing Harry with a free panty show. The observer, obviously female of an age comparable to Harry's own, seemed to've risen to her feet in excitement, of the variety he was well acquainted with, if the slick dew molding her cotton white panties, with little paw prints on them, of all things, sinfully to her womanly folds was anything to go by.

Feeling his loins stirring, Harry swallowed hard and focused on the woman, applying his 'Sex Sense', as he'd dubbed it, dumbly enough. Not bothering to acknowledge Bell as she peeked out from his hoodie's pocket, trying to find her master's latest conquest, no doubt, Harry instead began dissecting the girl's lust. He dug through the different layers radiating off of her first: her crush on the Irish team's seeker, Aidan Lynch, he remembered, her love for the sport in general, the memory of her first orgasm, sawing herself up and down a broomstick, whose cushioning charms seemed to be worn out, right under her friend's noses, no less, in her first broom riding class. Harry was surprised to note that he knew the girl, Katie Bell, and that a few of her sexual thoughts even featured him, here and there.

Feeling his excitement grow, and eager to learn more about his quidditch teammate, who's pussy lips had begun undulating rhythmically in excitement, Harry dove deeper, reading her inner fantasies with relish, absorbing the plundered knowledge of the girl's triggers, of the wants she accepted in herself, and the needs that not even she knew about.

The knowledge that she preferred mushing her clit, always in a counter-clockwise motion, over fingering herself, for masturbation, made Harry shudder. The memory of her experimenting with different techniques was also exhilarating; he found the huffs she made while humping her pillow into her four poster bed especially exciting, even though she herself didn't come as hard as she'd have liked.

Knowing she was a single mid-flight fuck away from becoming a squirter, thanks to his heritage, and that she was especially inclined towards men with flying skill, Harry resolved to approach the young witch when the school year started back up and to try his hand at seducing her.

However, despite his entranced state, not even an Incubus could ignore the call of nature forever, and so, with a hard shake to clear his head, Harry continued his trek, through the stadium's guts and then outside, until he finally reached the magically built restroom building, which thankfully was less like the small portable toilets he'd seen on t.v. and more like the stone facilities you'd find on camping grounds.

The Boy-Who-Lived was happy to find that the facility, like the path leading up to it, was deserted.

Two minutes later, after having taken care of his business, Harry stepped back outside, adjusting his jeans a bit as he walked with his head down.

It should've come as no surprise, then, considering his inattentiveness and the jam-packed nature of the event, when Harry walked straight into someone, a meaty THUNK! sounding out as his head collided with the other person's noggin. Still, he'd seemed to be the only one anywhere near the restrooms just a few minutes ago, so a little leeway could be granted.

"Oh, owie-owie-ouch!"

"S-Sorry about that!" Harry blurted out from the ground, blinking his eyes open rapidly in an attempt to clear the stars in his vision. "I wasn't paying attention, ah, damn, are you okay?"

Harry pulled himself up into a sitting position to properly apologize when he got his second panty shot of the day, courtesy of a very well endowed Susan Bones; a redheaded Hufflepuff in his year group. Unlike his quidditch loving teammate, Susan's knickers weren't wet, although, with the way her knees were, one angled up with her foot on the ground and the other bent similarly but parallel to the grass, Harry was graced with a perfect view up the teen's skirt. Her bottom, which Harry had always admired for it's round fullness, was also on display to him, with the beginning swells of her cheeks teasing the round ass Harry knew was hidden against the ground.

"Oh, Susie!" Harry began, the impulse to seduce the girl too strong for him to resist. "I'm so sorry about that," he continued, climbing to his feet and offering the downed girl a hand up.

"Harry?" Susan asked. Her eyes, the color of healthy bark, were strangely emotive, and her surprise and embarrassment were plain for Harry to see.

Not that he needed any help reading the girl; Harry was already focusing his Choiceling heritage on the busty redhead. By the time she'd accepted his hand, he already knew which buttons to press, along with a few fun facts about the girl.

For example, Harry knew about Susan's bad tendency to spy on her aunt, and how the older woman had a certain loud appreciation for getting absolutely railed into her bed. Susan's first orgasm, one of the more common memories that Harry tended to uncover whenever focusing his sex sense on those of the female persuasion, had been a fumbling thing. The girl, by chance, had heard her aunt's wanton moans upon returning to her home early from a friends house, instead of staying the night as she'd been planning and said she would.

Susan had been a second year at that point, but already a developing girl, something she was secretly pleased about, when she'd first rubbed her cunt to orgasm through her panties, with her shorts around her ankles and her ear pressed against her aunt's door. Since then, Harry saw, the girl had continued her voyeuristic tendencies, even going so far as to learn an especially complicated spell that would give a surface the same properties as a one-way mirror; something she'd wasted no time applying to a small section of the wall dividing her and her aunt's rooms over her third year's winter break.

The memory of Susan, with her large, freckled breasts bouncing frantically, riding an especially large pink dildo, all the while watching as her aunt got her holes, all three of them, Harry noted, absolutely raped by a trio of fit men, was more than enough to get Harry's prick stiff. The memory ended with Susan whimpering on her bed, her hand drenched and her quim pulsing in sore satisfaction; continuing to watch her aunt get stuffed for a few minutes longer, before finally re-covering the transparent spot on her wall, hiding it behind a poster of the Weird Sisters.

Processing all of this sexual data in the span of time it took the young wizard to pull the Hufflepuff up off the ground, Harry was absolutely dead set on bedding the girl, and luckily for him, he knew exactly how to do it.

"Are you okay Susie?" Harry asked tenderly, keeping his hand around the girl's smaller one and holding her close. "Let me see."

A large, healthy blush crept up Susan's barely-teased cleavage, higher and higher until her face had taken on a warm glow.

Pretending not to notice her flushed complexion, Harry tenderly brushed the girl's fiery bangs out of her face, revealing a softly smarting knot where the two had collided just a few seconds prior. Harry tsked, shaking his head softly as he looked at the bump, slyly sliding his hand down to cup the young witch's cheek gently. Pulling his other hand down, which still had the frozen girl's hand in his, Harry managed to close the distance between him and the blushing student seemingly without movement.

"I'll kiss it," Harry breathed out, sending a visible shiver down the enraptured girl's back. "Make it better."

True to his word, Harry closed the small remaining distance between him and the girl, stroking his thumb tenderly along Susan's rosy cheek as his lips crashed down, not onto her welt, but rather, her parted, breathless lips. Steering his hand, the one that had captured her now squeezing fingers in its grasp, to the small of the buxom girl's back, Harry reeled the redhead in closer, letting out a soft sigh against Susan's wet lips as the blissful feeling of her large breasts softly squishing against his flat, wiry chest overcame him.

"Harry," she whispered out, bark-brown eyes already clouded over in desire.

The hours Susan had spend admiring her aunt's shapely ass, and the different ways it would bounce and wiggle in the air as the woman's used cunt got viciously fucked just that little bit looser, and then screaming out her own orgasms with all her lungs, flashed behind Harry's eyes.

In an instant, his hands had untangled themselves from Susan's face and fingers respectively, only to violently snake around and slap down against the teen's round ass, coming up beneath the girl's skirt to massage her globes directly.

"Ah!" Susan gasped out, reflexively jerking her hips forward at the sharp sting, even as Harry quickly massaged the pain away, and then some.

However, similarly to Luna not a handful of hours previous, Susan's reflexive move had brought her poorly protected clitoris into direct, aggressive friction with Harry's jeans, making the girl suck in harshly through her teeth as it mushed against the young incubus's groin.

"Let's play a game," Harry suggested throatily, enjoying the feel of Susan's roaming hands on his back. The girl made an inarticulate sound in her throat, a mix between a whimper and a hum, the closest her lust filled mind could get to a 'huh?' Giving her ass another sensual squeeze, and nibbling on the panting girl's pulse point, Harry murmured out, "Mmh, it's kind of crazy, but it'll be fun, I think." Leaning back, Harry gave the girl as seductive a smile as he could manage, which had a knee weakening effect on her. Supporting her weight with his hands on her ass, Harry whispered to her, slyly, "Lets go fuck in the bathroom, see if somebody catches us."

"What?" Susan gasped, leaning back in Harry's inappropriate hold to catch his eye, sure she'd misheard the wizard's words.

A normal teen would have quickly interpreted the girl's incredulous reaction as a sign that they'd pushed too far, but Harry was anything but a normal teen. Harry's Choiceling talents made him hyper-aware of the blushing redhead; the way her nipples had pebbled at his suggestion, the rush of dew that had begun to pool in her knickers, how her back muscles quivered at the thought. Not only did her know everything about her, sexually, in that moment, he also knew exactly which ways to pull and push, what words to say and what things to do, and he was all to happy to act on this plundered knowledge.

"I said," Harry whispered back to the girl, leaning in to plant a kiss, and then another, against her softly panting lips, "That I want to take you, into the restroom building over there, lock us in a stall, and fuck your brains out."

"Buh-" Susan began, with frantically flittering eyes; something that could've been taken as a sign of her looking for an escape, had she not also been biting her lip. Her nails, which were holding painfully tight onto Harry's back, also went a long way towards conveying her true thoughts, not that, again, Harry needed any help.

With her pussy pulsing in aroused anticipation, lust tainted every one of Susan's thoughts, leaving her horny teenage brain practically broadcasting her desires.

She was like an open book, and Harry had every intention of reading her to exhaustion.

"Sound like a plan, Susie?" Harry asked throatily. "Hm? Would you like that? Getting your sweet pussy thrashed, getting your wet cunt," Harry continued, bumping forward to grind his restrained bulge against the Hufflepuff's slick knickers, drawing out a whimper, as he finished, "absolutely raped?"

"Mmmng!" Susan groaned out, her head lolling softly towards Harry, coming to rest against his shoulder as she panted. Her hands smoothly climbed up the incubus's back, coming to rest against the nape of his neck, as Susan huskily whispered out, breathlessly, "Please, Harry!"

Said Choiceling felt his face heat up, partially due to the girl's husky tone, but mostly because of her affectionate gesture.

While inarguably on the fast track to becoming a master of sex, a title Harry felt that, as a Choiceling, he was obligated to obtain, beneath it all was a genuinely sweet boy. Rough sex, kinky fetishes, seduction; all of these things, the young wizard had found himself a fan of, but while they were fun, for Harry, the zenith of love-making was passionate, gentle, and soulful.

'Not,' Harry thought with a grin, 'that this isn't pretty damn awesome too though.'

With a squeal, thankfully angled away from the Boy-Who-Lived's ear, Susan found herself hoisted into the air by her bum. Kicking her legs aimlessly for a second at the sudden vertigo, the quivering redhead soon locker her legs around Harry's waist, which she noticed was thin and muscular, bringing her heels to rest just above the smirking wizard's flexing bum.

"H-Harry," Susan tried, facing away from the restrooms, and thus towards the tree-enclosed path leading back towards the stadium.

Adjusting his grip on the girl's thoroughly-groped bottom, Harry pressed a brief sucking kiss down onto the girl's pale neck, not breaking his stride back towards the bathrooms to say, "Don't worry Susie, I've got ya."

"No, Harry," Susan tried again. "It's not that," she continued, and despite himself, Harry felt the briefest flicker of doubt. Even that tiny ember was snuffed out when, a second later, the buxom teen whispered, shivering, "What if somebody hears us?"

The spike in the girl's lust, at the mere though of being caught getting her pink cunt hammered, surprised Harry with its intensity, and he couldn't stop himself from nibbling on her earlobe in anticipation.

Suddenly feeling witty, as he carried the whimpering teen into the, thankfully equally deserted, women's side of the restroom, Harry whispered, into Susan's ear, "I hope somebody does hear us. What's the point of making you sing with this cock," Harry emphasized, grinding into the horny Hufflepuff as he entered the largest stall available, "if nobody's around to appreciate it?"

By then, it was all Susan could do to not cum, the sheer eroticism of fucking for an audience resonating with the Bones slut deeply.

'Now,' Harry thought, gently settling the busty girl down on the, magically spotless, latrine lid. 'Where to start…'

Deciding to make sure he spoiled the girl properly, Harry took half a moment to rut through the teen's desires, looking for any specific memories that could help tip him off as to her favorite warm ups.

She looked infinitely fuckable, adorably sat atop the sparkling white commode, heavily blushing and with her full woman-sized tits heaving with every soft, panting breath she took.

A flash, another of Susan mercilessly fucking herself down onto the same large, pretty pink dildo, ran through Harry's head, but this time, instead of watching her whore aunt get her pleasure-holes furiously pounded, Susan had her eyes trained on another redhead; herself. He saw that she'd set up a tall, though skinny, mirror against her wall, and that she'd taken to the floor on her knees to get a better view of herself. The young incubus found Memory-Susan's attention locked onto her breasts, which were bouncing up and down in the most gorgeous display of flesh, rising as she lifted herself off of her fat, fake, cock, gently pulling her sinfully pale skin just enough that the outlines of her ribs became momentarily visible, before, with a dangerously loud whimper every time, slamming herself back down.

Harry amusedly noted that the girl seemed to enjoy her breasts almost as much as he was about to.

"Susie," Harry began, not bothering to keep his voice down, back in the moment after his erotic, educational second of investigation. "When did you get such full fucking tits?"

Susan, blushing clear to her hairline but still clearly pleased, rolled her shoulders back, displaying her t-shirt covered chest to its impressive fullest. Gulping at the hungry way Harry was appraising her breasts, Susan asked, shyly, "Do you like them, Harry?" She brought her arms , one over the other, down to the hem of her shirt. Grabbing the fabric, and offering Harry her sexiest smile, which said teen found very enticing, Susan pulled her shirt up and over her head, neither too slowly nor too fast, revealing her belly, and then her bra covered chest.

Harry's eyes devoured the sight of a topless Susan Bones, admiring her figure, which had a miniscule layer of padding that left the girl looking thin- though not especially fit, especially next to her full, porn-star breasts, which filled her poor black bra to the brim.

"Go ahead, Harry," Susan tempted, although her expression remained shy. Unclasping her bra in a smooth motion, which Harry figured could be attributed to two plus years of the girl having breasts large enough to warrant such a garment, Susan demurely allowed, "You can play with them, if you'd like, Harry. I don't mind."

The last barrier between Harry and Susan's breasts fell, vulnerably revealing the girl's melon sized mammaries to the randy incubus's intent forest-green eyes.

"Fuck," Harry ground out, taking a jerky step forward as he drank in the delicious sight, admiring the pertness, despite their size, that Susan's breasts maintained. Reaching forward, Harry quickly scooped the topless teen back up, before settling her where she'd be at a better height to enjoy his attention, on the small counter the large stall's sink was in. Briefly admiring the view of the girl's feminine back, courtesy of the, thankfully non-enchanted, mirror he'd set her in front of, and letting out a low chuckle at her startled, "Eep!", Harry retrained his gaze back onto Susan's chest.

"I bet all the girls at school just hate you," Harry purred, gently beginning to map out the girl's fascinating chest with his hands. Drawing his fingertips smoothly around her areolas, which were also quite large, Harry admired the way Susan's breath hitched at the sensation, as well as the minute jiggle it sent through her tits. "After all," Harry continued, changing his right hand's teasing into a more serious palming as well as snaking his left hand around to the girl's back, to better hold her in place, "While they all prance around, little girls trying to look grown up, you've already got yourself a woman's body, don't you, Susie?"

The redheaded Hufflepuff let out a low moan at Harry's sensual monologue, loving the subtle waves of pleasure his hand was sending, through her full tit and pebbled nipple, and then down her spine. Her moan turned into a startled gasp, however, when, without warning, Harry lunged forward and began attacking her under-attended breast, setting his lips wide to suck all of her tingling areola at once, flicking her needy, pebbled nipple from inside his mouth with his tongue all the while.

The sensation was amazing for Susan, who'd never had somebody else touch her in such a way, and little waves of muscle-tensing pleasure washed through her body. Even better, for the perverted, voyeuristic girl, were the fantastically lewd suckling noises Harry's lips against her heaving tit were making, filling the tiled bathroom with dirty noises Sue was sure would tip the first female to walk in off as to what was happening, with just a flimsy stall door, that didn't start till a foot and a half above the ground, and ended a full three feet before the ceiling, between them and being caught.

Feeling Harry's short nails scratch light lines across her back, Susan moaned out her appreciation and arched, throwing her head back with a soft sigh and threading her fingers through Harry's thick, unruly mane.

Harry pulled back and gave the busty teen's wet, shiny nipple a chaste kiss, before shifting his right hand, freeing the flushed girl's breast from its massaging attention, and slowly sliding it downward, enjoying the feel of her supple body beneath his palm.

"You know, Susie, having a woman's body… Well," Harry said, sharing a sly smile with the blushing girl, "it mean's you're ready for a certain type of fun. And you are ready, aren't you?"

Harry's steadily descending right hand had finally reached its target, Susan Bones wet, soaked-through knickers. Tracing his fingers around her warm slit, which seemed to have nice, ample lips, something he found preferential over more minimalistic labia, Harry soaked in Susan's rapidly quickening whimpering, and the adorable, pinched expression on her face, and purred, delightfully, "You do know why your horny little pussy's so wet, right, Susie?"

The teen in question felt her face heat up in embarrassment, even as she began running her hands along Harry's neck, eager to explore the feisty boy's body. Still, despite her embarrassment and distraction, Susan still managed to say, egged on by her mounting frustration and need, "It's to help your big," she began, sicking her nimble hands on the boy's jean button, undoing it with haste, "fat," she continued, yanking down his zipper, leaving only his plaid boxers between her and sweet release, "cock," she whispered, staring at the ridiculous bulge, salivating as she finally pulled his boxers down, "fuck… Fuck, uh," Susan said, trailing off, here eyes widening at the sheer size of the penis she'd just released.

"Hahahaheh!" Harry laughed cheerfully, always enjoying the reactions his incubus equipment drew from his fuck buddies. "You seem to get the general picture, but let me show you. First though," Harry said, stripping off his shirt and hoodie in one go, unmindful of Bell, "let me see you."

"Wah?" Susan asked, her eyes still glued to Harry's intimidating prick, which dangled freely half to his knees, the thickness of a small apple, AKA, far larger than ever her regularly attended pussy could be honestly expected to handle. This was not the kind of dick she'd seen the men her aunt got fucked by use…

Looking up, back at Harry's face and away from his Cock, with a capital 'C', Susan seemed to understand what Harry was asking her to do, for she reached down, pinched her skirt and slick knickers on her sides, and slid them both off, with a little wiggling here and there.

Realizing that her cunt was on display, for the first time, to Harry bloody Potter, no less, brought a new wave of embarrassment, and an even larger one of lust, crashing into the Bones girl, leaving her puffy cunt to drool a thin strand of clear fuck-lube down onto the ground.

"Fuckin' magic, look at that beautiful pussy!" Harry exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at Susan's cunt, studying the perfect cock-hugging shape of her nether-lips, the gorgeous pink coloring, and of course, the shy, hooded pink pearl of hyper-tension, her clitoris. "And curse me, but I just have to have it!" Harry crowed out softly, in the same awed voice, ignoring Susan's face, frozen in an amusing mix of shameful, prideful, and incredibly turned on as he unabashedly bent down and took a big, long lick, from just above the girl's suddenly flinching asshole, as deep into her flooded center as his rock-star like tongue could reach, and then all the way up to the girl's tiny field of barely-there pubic hair stubble, which itched his tongue, making him smile.

During this, Susan had frozen, seizing the counter's edge in a white-knuckled grip, a wanton, unexpected scream not quite making it past her lips, instead becoming audible in the form of a high pitched keen, which Harry though was dead sexy.

"Oh, magic, Susie, can I put it in now?" Harry asked, already directing his suddenly cable-like cock to her desperately needy cunt lips with his hand, using his engorged, softly weeping cockhead to roughly follow his tongue's previous path, slicking up and down the now moaning redhead's velvety lips, and taking extra care to gently graze the teen's now-peaking clit with the slickened underside of his tip, drawing an especially cute, "Oh fuck!" from the girl each time.

"Oh, fuck, Harry, yes! Yes! Put it in, oh please, please put it in!" Susan cried, locking her legs in the quickly-becoming-familiar spot around Harry's waist, resting just above his buttocks. Harry slowly complied, letting a touch of pressure build up a few times against her opening before playfully allowing his cock to slide either up or down, along her clit or to poke against her starfish, before finally committing, aiming his beast-sized cock about an inch below Susan's glistening clitoris, right at her tight, slick fuck-sleeve.

Leaning forward, with his body's weight behind him, Harry's tool slowly began to sink in.

"Oh, oh no!" Susan cried, her legs already flexing harshly around Harry's backside, locking him in. "I'm gonna break! I'm gonna fucking break! Oh fuck, Harry, break me! Loosen me up, please!Ruin this cunt, for everyone else! Oh, fuck!" Susan madly chanted, rhythmically flexing her legs in an attempt to drive him into her quicker, all the while raking down his shoulders and chest with her long, French tip nails, leaving behind almost tribal looking rows of white-turning-red.

Apparently, the overwhelming sensation of being stretched, of being fucked, was too much for Susan to handle, along with her shyness. One had to go, and with Harry's fat, mushroomed cockhead almost completely inside of her rapidly quivering cunny, a decidedly more slutty, and honest, Susan took over.

Suddenly leaning in closer, towards the euphoric looking Harry James Potter, till her ecstasy-addled bark-brown eyes were only a fingers length away from his much more vibrant, emerald orbs, Susan whispered, naughtily, "I've always wanted to get my cunny stretched, Harry. Did you know that?"

Harry, stranded on an island of frustrated bliss, focused on slowly penetrating the girl beneath him until she lost her mind, only managed an, "Oh?" as he leaned forward, pressing a searing, lip mushing kiss into the girl. "Tell me more, Susie; just what kind of deviant are you?"

He already knew, of course, but nothing, nothing, beat actually hearing it.

"I-oh, Merlin, Harry, please don't stop!" Susan started, pressing her forehead against her first's. "I spy on my aunt, while she's getting her whore cunt fucked!" She looked surprised at herself, for a moment, for revealing herself, but Harry just grunted as he slid in, another fraction of an inch, purposely taking her at a torturously slow pace, and growled out, "That's so fucking hot, Susie. I wish she was here, now, to see you getting your cunt fucked."

Susan, in a surprising turn, used all her leg strength to pull Harry into her, to force his pulsing, angry looking cock to spear the rest of the way into her in one rough jerk, and she threw her head back, and wailed.

"OH my FUCKING MAGIC!"Susan keened, her orgasm rushing through her like fiendfyre down a hallway, flooding her achingly filled cunt's hot inner walls with slick, warm she-cum, some of which managed to work its way past Harry's stopgap cock to leak out onto the floor.

"What was that?!" A sudden voice asked, just faintly audible. Harry, half-bottomed out in Susan's still milking cunt, along with said cunt's owner, both froze. Harry struck out with his sex sense like a lance, pinpointing the approaching female in zero seconds flat.

The information quickly came flooding in: she was a single mother, named Jessica Pale, who'd first fucked herself with a thin toothbrush handle when she was thirteen, after having found one of her older brother's porno magazines. From there, Harry saw, in microseconds, Jessica Pale had gone on to develop into quite the desirable woman, and that she'd taken advantage of that fact frequently.

Her, at fifteen, on her knees, letting her most recent boyfriend sloppily bang into the back of her throat with his cock, flashed next. She hadn't been impressed with him as a lover, but he'd been quite handsome, and charming enough, that all of her friends had been in awe of her as she'd recounted her exploits with the boy. Next, the woman's, now ex, husband, and his penchant for sleeping around, was unveiled to Harry. Finding herself pregnant, and sick of his infidelity, Jessica Pale had divorced the man, cleanly, for more than half of his worldly ownings, and gone on to raise her daughter into the sweeting two year old she now was. The flash of her daughter was accompanied by Jessica's most recent memory of the girl, leaving her with a trusted nanny so that she could take a weekend to unwind. Knowing that he'd never see a woman's memory if it didn't pertain to sexual subject matter in some way, Harry wasn't surprised to discover that the woman had returned to her more adventurous sexual lifestyle post-divorce, and that she was hoping to catch a stud's eye for a few day long romp by coming to the World Cup.

Unable to stop a grin from stealing across his face, Harry turned his attention back to Susan. Taking in the sight of her, with her big, bouncy tits casually on display for him, her cunt only now beginning to settle down, and her eyes, trained in the direction of the unfamiliar voice, flickering between alarmed and kinkily aroused. Leaning forward, Harry simply whispered out, "No names," to which Susan, now looking back at him as well, frowned in confusion.

That expression was wiped off of her face, however, when, heedless of the steadily approaching CLACK-CLACK of heels, Harry reached down, below their fleshy union, and captured a pea's worth of the creamy fuck-lube Susan had just drenched his cock in. Then with a hard kiss to her lips, Harry pressed his slick thumb down, against Susan's erect clit, and thrust forward, no longer in sinfully slow motion, but rather with moderate speed and force.

The erotic squelching sound of a cock fucking itself deep into an overly wet pussy, along with a high, startled moan, sounded out lewdly, loud and clear with naught but smooth tile to dampen the erotic noises.

The sound of heels stopped.

The sounds of fucking, only grew.

Susan, with her lips now free from Harry's, couldn't even muster up the presence of mind to glare at the Boy-Who-Lived, too busy crying out her ecstasy in mewling grunts and strangled gasps to bother. Her cunt, slowly but surely becoming accustomed to its intruder's girth, was already sloppily drenched enough that, with every move Harry made, a pornographic SLURP! or, her favorite, a solid SLAP! would sound out, depending on whether the teen was pulling his hot meat out of her still cum-thirsty pussy, or railing it back in, but, when the CLACK-CLACK of heels started back up again, still headed towards them, and closing fast, Harry was treated to an even more erotically slick fuck-sleeve; an even more frantically massaging love tunnel.

Harry, splitting his attention between giving Susan the shagging of her life and keeping an eye on Jessica Pale, was satisfied on both fronts, when Susan's slutty moans and sighs grew louder as the CLACK-CLACK-ing grew closer, and also when the intention to spy on an obviously rutting couple cemented itself in the approaching randy witch's mind.

Leaning forward once more, Harry whispered into Susan's ear, keeping his pumping pace up like the skilled lover he was quickly becoming all the while, "There's a woman in here, now. Lets giver her a little show, alright?"

Though it'd been posed as a question, with the way Harry's hips had begun speeding up, and the ferocity with which he suddenly attacked her jiggling mounds, Susan didn't really have much choice in the matter.

"Ah-ah-ahhh!" Susan panted out, a thin sheen of sweat beginning to cover her body from their protracted shagging. A dam was quickly weakening beneath the relentless pounding of what it kept at bay within her, and the redhead knew it wouldn't be long before she tipped over the edge and came, once again.

The clacking heels had long since reached their destination, the stall directly next to theirs, Harry noted, and the all-but-silent panting and quiet schlick-schlick-schlick sounding out made the hairs on his arms stand up, such was his arousal.

'Guess Susie's not the only one who likes performing for a crowd…' Harry mused.

Suddenly gaining inspiration, Harry abruptly slowed down his not-quite-rapid pace, drawing a disappointed groan from Susan, and said, huskily, "Baby, I just realized something."

The quiet, startled gasp in the next stall made Harry roll his eyes, but the teen on the end of his prick didn't seem to notice anything.

Susan, surprised to hear him call her baby, at least until she remembered his suggestion that they forgo their names while they had company, asked back, "What's that?"

"Well," Harry began, lazily pulling his cock out of Susan's gripping pussy, all the way, before slowly sinking back in, till he bottomed out against her bony cervix. A long, low hum freed itself from Susan, as sure a sign as any that the girl was in love with the deep penetration. "I'd remembered," Harry continued, repeating the extraction and reinsertion of his slickly coated cock from the redhead's now flushed cunt as he explained, "earlier, that is, you'd said something about wanting your, 'cunny stretched,' right?"

Susan's face lit up like a fireplace, but, once again, her secretly slutty nature outweighed her embarrassment, and she replied with a nod. A second later, she remembered the woman in the next stall, and hummed in agreement for her sake.

The low moan the spying woman let out at that went straight to Susan's cunt, and the next time Harry's cock plunged in, a horribly slutty spurting of pussy-lube escorted his meaty rod straight to her cervix, where his cockhead knocked a friendly hello that send a shiver up the girl's back.

"Well," Harry explained, once again extracting himself from the shaking woman, who'd been a hair's width away from cumming, thanks to her womb's sensitive opening. "I can't quite wreck your sloppy cunt with the both of us standing up, so I figure you should have a lie-down if you really want what I've got."

Of course, Harry could give cock like no other, regardless of position, but it would be so much more fun if they could sneakily provide their voyeuristic friend with a view of their bodies' slick union.

Susan, catching on fast, and used to the cleanliness of the self-spelling wizarding restrooms, wasted no time in hopping down off of the counter. However, the girl seemed to have severely overestimated herself, because her fucked-to-jelly legs did a terrible job of supporting her sudden weight. It was only Harry's quick intervention that kept her from collapsing.

Sniggering, Harry kissed the blushing girl with smiling lips. At the same time, however, he was also discretely toeing his hoodie. Keeping up his facial assault on Susan, Harry managed to convey to a ravished looking Bell, through a lot of not-quite-subtle eyebrow wiggling, eye-shifting, and tiny head jerks, his demand for her to vacate his hoodie.

The tiny blue skinned woman gave a shaky nod, after a few awkward seconds of not understanding him, and ran, on her tiny legs, across the floor to hide behind the commode's base. The tiny trail of pussy juice the Smallguide left behind drew a blush from the young incubus.

Harry found the sight absolutely adorable.

Returning his attention to Susan, after a quick check on their lazily masturbating friend's state (She was hoping desperately for things to pick back up), Harry freed the girl from his lip-lock, and gently lowered her down onto his hoodie, which he'd accidentally kicked, right next to the floating stall wall separating the two from their voyeur.

Harry positioned Susan on her back, so that her cunt, which was wetter than water and still hungry for more, was proudly on display, not only to him, but to their horny little spy as well. Pushing Susan's legs up, till her body looked like a pretzel and her just-barely gaping pussy was put vulnerably on offer, Harry lowered himself, as if doing a squat, and angled his free-spirited cock down.

Harry had fucked a grown woman's ass so hard she'd squirted out a damn waterfall. He'd had the most attractive girl in Surry bat her eyelashes up at him with his cock halfway down her delicate throat. Hell, he'd once, upon request, showered a particularly kinky twenty year old blonde with his sperm; full on bukkake, one-hundred-percent-chance-of-rain shit. But, even after all of that, Harry Potter had never, ever experienced such a pornographic, kinky, ball-twitching situation as this.

There was just something about it, Harry thought distantly. As his cock, angry, swollen, and glistening with Susan's love, plunged down, down into the wantonly positioned girl, with her knees hugged close to her fat tits, her eyes, clouded over in lust, and her cunt, her fucking cunt, swallowing his cock within its slick, hot, greedy canal, and the sounds of a woman, a completestranger, now furiously pumping herself with her fingers, no longer bothering to maintain the veneer of decency, with all of this coming together, plus the fact that Harry went to school with the girl he was fucking, it made for the most intense moment of sexual bliss he'd experienced up to that point.

In the next second, time seemed to catch back up, as Harry's cock bottomed out in the sluttily splayed-out girl's cunt once again, and then he went buck-fucking-wild.

Absolutely wrenching his cock free from it's velvety tomb, egged on by both Susan's, and the whore-next-door's, delighted shrieks and moans, Harry struck, back down into the quivering depths of Susan Bones, like a fucking meteor.

He was so rough, the girl was pushed forward, along the ground, by a solid inch. Harry's cock had struck down hard, and the girl's now rapidly contracting, gushing, cumming cunt, was just barely able to withstand his assault. If before his cock's encounter with Susan's sensitive cervix could be likened to a cheerful knock, than this time it was a full S.W.A.T. team, swinging a portable battering ram down on a locked door.

Susan screamed from the bottom of her breast-smothered lungs and gushed out fluids, but with Harry showing now sign of slowing down, or indeed easing up in any way, her shrieks were forced, through lack of available oxygen, to become rapid, incoherent blubbering's, even as his long, relentless prick stirred her womanly cum into cream, coating his length in buttery white and making an awfully erotic mess of the poor girl's opening.

In the next stall, wide-eyed with incredulous fuck-lust, was Jessica Pale, who was violently slapping her pussy, extending her own orgasm for as long as she could. When she managed to peel her eyes from the sight of what she thought must be a demon's cock, absolutely raping the poor girl into the ground, she found her eyes locked with the girls. Screaming in surprise, and pleasure as well, Jessica felt a new wave of stars crash into the backs of her eyeballs, the shock of getting caught arousing her into another orgasm, even as the poor girl maintained eye contact, apparently in a place of ecstasy, beyond shame and decency.

"Yes, yes, yes, oh-my-magic, fuck YES!" Susan cried, quivering as she readjusting her gaze onto Harry's savagely plundering form with great difficulty. "Oh, fuck, baby, you're ruining me! You animal, damn you! Look what you've done, I'm ruined now!"

Grunting in an effort to stave off his teetering orgasm, Harry closed his eyes and sped up, wanting to push the squealing, writhing teen path the edge one more time before succumbing himself. Her rapidly accelerating pants, which came out in cute little, "Ah, uh, aah!" 's, seemed to indicate that she was ready to take the plunge, triggering Harry's final assault.

Grunting out in animalistic ferocity, Harry reached down with powerful hands and scooped Susan, in a smooth movement, up, into his thrusts, leaving the girl's back, arms, and head, to lay splayed on the floor, with her legs, once again, wrapped around Harry's elevated waist in primal, carnal delight. Fucking himself, with fast, deep reaching hammer-strikes, into the boneless redhead's molten center, Harry finally lost himself, just as Susan began an endless, keening wail, her fiery cunt seizing his flooding prick, writhing and convulsing around his spitting meat, holding the horse-cock in place, snugly mushed up against her starving cervix.

"Nng!" Harry grunted out throatily, tiny jolts of timeless, primal satisfaction shocking his body, leaving the sweaty, tensed teen to clutch desperately at his most recent conquest's hips, holding the female in place as his nature-perfected equipment went to work, accepting the girl's frantically milking honeypot and domed cervix's offer of pleasure in exchange for his thick, viscous, boiling cum-globs. Rope after rope filled the writhing redhead's most private, womanly center, to the point of overflowing, till sad, gooey drizzles of man-cum dribbled out, staining the hoodie below with their liquid sex.

Long seconds ticked by uncounted in tense nirvana, for both the triumphant incubus and his human lover, until, finally, Harry allowed his knees to slowly give, sinking down to rest his heaving body against Susan's blissfully satisfied form. Leaning back, with his arms hanging limply behind him, Harry allowed his member to relax inside his classmate, softly panting in the now quiet restroom.

Breathless giggling broke the peaceful atmosphere, and Harry lazily looked down at Susan's exhausted, tittering face, feeling a smug, happy smile steal across his features at her radiantly glowing, well-fucked expression. The red in her cheeks and breasts was slowly fading away, but her naked flesh still looked sinful, with the attractive sheen of sweat hugging her accentuating her heaving breasts and ravished expression.

Chuckling along with her, Harry slowly extracted his sensitive member from her weary cunt, the long, groan-inducing path back of out her folds creating one last, dirty slurp.

Rocking back to his feet, with a little help from the stall's wall, Harry stretched, reaching his clasped hands up to the sky and groaning out, "Well, we'd best go ahead and get cleaned up, if we're quick, maybe we can even make it back before the game finishes, yeah?"

Susan just smiled, offering up a tiny nod that pretty much said, 'Who cares about any of that after this?' but she nonetheless accepted Harry's hand back up.

"The Irish won," Jessica Pale said from the stall next door, surprisingly. Hearing the woman's voice had Susan regain some of her blush back, but Harry just casually asked, "Ah, really? I'd held out hope they'd be able to stage a comeback… Did Krum at least get the snitch?"

Rolling out a handful of paper towels, which were automatically conjured and would automatically vanish a few minutes after use, Harry wet them in the sink and began wiping his body down, casually listening to the woman confirm his guess while wiping his cock clean.

"Can you get my back?" Harry asked, grabbing a new wad of conjured cloth, wetting it, and holding it out to Susan. Smiling when she nodded and began cleaning his wiry back, Harry asked, "How'd the chasing go? It looked like Ivanova, Dimitrov, and Levski were flying around with their thumbs up their asses when I'd left."

Smiling at Susan when she finished with his back, Harry took yet another new bundle of paper towels, thank goodness they were conjured, and began returning the favor, wiping the sweat and sex off of the girl in smooth, long strokes, which drew a soft, pleasant sigh from her.

"Oh," Jessica snorted, "they were absolutely worthless. The only goal they scored was from a penalty shot, and the one they scored on was a miscall; the stupid referee was too busy drooling under the allure of the damn Bulgarians' veela, and that was a whole thing. If you don't mind me asking," she continued apprehensively, with embarrassment coloring her voice, "how long have the two of you been, well, uh, at it, I guess?"

Harry smirked, even as Susan shared a little giggle with him, and answered back, idly kissing above Susan's full butt while wiping down her legs, "Oh, well, I remember the score being something like eighty to zero…" That drew a funny noise from their stall neighbor, but Harry was curious about the score and wound up asking, "So what'd they finish at? Was it close?"

Finished cleaning, Harry pulled his pants back up and fished his shirt out from within his stained hoodie, 'Gross', and threw that on too, while Susan also redressed.

"Mmm," Jessica Pale hummed in affirmation. "One-seventy to one-sixty. That's probably the only reason there isn't rioting right now; even though the ref, weak-willed pig that he was, practicallygave the Bulgarians a free goal, they still lost."

Humming in acknowledgment, Harry motioned for a peaking Bell to hide back in his hoodie, which he turned inside out before picking up, and then opened the door. Walking hand-in-hand with Susan out of the stall, his Bell-containing hoodie thrown across his shoulder, Harry called out, "Thanks, for the info and for perving on us; it was pretty hot. Just make sure to shag some luck guy or girl senseless tonight, mkay?" Rapping his knuckles once against her latched door, Harry began walking away, and said, "Spread the love and all that jazz, you know? Anyway, bye now!"

Grinning like an idiot, Harry pulled a still frazzled looking Susan out, into the fresh air and sunshine.

"What a beautiful day!" he proclaimed, to the giggling amusement of Susan Bones.

"I'll talk to you later, Susie," Harry whispered, seeing the girl's aunt, who he almost didn't recognize without a cock inside of her, calling out to her niece.

They were back out on the camping grounds, still happily strolling around holding hands. Harry had insisted on seeing the girl returned to her aunt, and, after but a single token resistance, Susan had smiled and relented.

Leaning towards her, Harry pressed a quick, sweet kiss into the girl's smiling lips, grinning when her face lit up.

"Let's do this again sometime, Harry," Susan whispered back, teasingly, before running of, towards her beckoning aunt.

Grinning, Harry just took off in a random direction, happy to be happy and lost for a little bit.

After a few minutes of strolling aimlessly, and participating in an impromptu bet as to who could spit the farthest, between him, another wizard, and three oriental men, who all had forked tongues, Harry had noted, and winning, which had resulted in a galleon from all being forked over to the smiling boy wizard, and 'don't underestimate my spitting skill' Potter buying himself a strange, cross-shaped hotdog, Harry finally found his way back to the Weasley's tent. Weathering Mr. Weasly's short scolding, and Hermione's far longer-winded version as well, Harry soon found himself drawn into conversation with Ron, and the rest of the Weasley's, where every tiny facet of the game was retold, reenacted, and highly exaggerated, till eventually dinner time rolled around, with bedtime following shortly thereafter.

As Harry drifted off, having had a quick conversation with his tiny she-servant while showering (he'd found her licking the cum off of his hoodie, exasperatingly enough), he'd been unable to stop a feeling of optimistic anticipation from welling up within him, as he thought about the coming year. Just before sleep took him, Harry wondered, not for the first time, just what his life would be like once he finally Chose monogamy. 'I hope she's pretty, and sweet, and understands me, and… and…'

Harry fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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