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Hogwarts Adventure

Chapter 32

Harry had never seen Diagon Alley so full of beautiful women. It was like the entire population of witches under forty had decided to parade around in their shortest, tightest, or most scandalous dresses. Harry’s eyes moved from one pair of bouncing tits to the next, and his cock twitched at the sight of so many bare, smooth thighs. Harry seemed to be the only male enjoying the parade of flesh, and he stared openly.

He stopped outside Flourish and Blotts to admire a group of Slytherin girls in matching white minidresses. Each one was see-through and as clingy as wet tissue. Their nipples were hard and pointed through the thin fabric. They giggled when they caught Harry looking, and thankfully, they didn’t cover up the goods. Harry smiled and moved on, but not before one of them flipped her skirt and flashed her plump, hairless cunt at him.

Harry was so distracted by the half-naked witches that he barely noticed Cho Chang striding out of Quality Quidditch Supplies until she was right beside him. The first thing he noticed was her legs. Her shapely, perfectly smooth legs rose from a pair of trainers up through a pair of minuscule, fraying denim shorts that were wedged so deep into her ass that he wondered how she hadn’t been arrested for indecent exposure. The next thing was her tits. Cho had squeezed herself into a tube top so gloriously small that he was surprised her tits hadn’t spilled out yet. Her pale skin shimmered where the sunlight hit her bare shoulders.

She’d spotted him too, and her cheeks turned pink. She sped up and almost jogged across the alley, which made her tits bounce and almost wriggle free from their already precarious prison. She closed the gap, and then she was right in front of him.

“Hi,” she said, slightly out of breath.

Before Harry could even say hello, she threw both arms around him and mashed her lips to his. The kiss was so sudden and desperate that Harry’s mind blanked. She was pressed against him so tightly that her tube top rolled down, and her left breast popped right out. Her pink nipple was hard and crinkled in the open air. He cupped it instinctively, and his thumb circled around the areola before gently pinching the tip between two fingers. She moaned into his mouth and pushed her thigh between his. He was already half hard just from the sight of her, but the feel of her body against his made his cock rock-hard.

She finally broke the kiss and was left panting. She looked up at him and laughed, not caring at all that her tit was still out in the open and Harry’s hand was on it. “Mum is waiting for me in the Leaky Cauldron,” she said in a rush. “But I had to come see you.” She didn’t try to cover up. She just glanced down at his hand caressing her bare skin. “Come visit this summer, okay? Mum said she’d love to meet you … and I want to show you something new I learned with my tongue.”

She said it with a straight face, and Harry had to stifle a chuckle. “I will,” he said. 

 “Promise?” he asked cutely, and Harry nodded. 

She squeezed his hand to her breast, then reluctantly peeled his fingers away and stuffed herself back into the top. Then with one last peck on his cheek, she stepped back and was lost in the crowd.

Harry barely had a second to recover before a new distraction walked past. It was like every girl in Diagon Alley was competing for his attention. As he watched Cho’s retreating ass, a new contender entered the field. 

Cho was nothing compared to the vision walking out of Madam Malkin’s. Her blonde hair tumbled down her back, and she had a face that could have graced a magazine cover. Her dress was so tight it made Harry’s jump. She wore a red dress that started just below her collarbones and stopped dead at the top of her thighs. It was held together by a single, shimmery strap at each shoulder. The top was cut so low that her round, heavy tits bulged up and threatened to spill over the edge. The fabric hugged her every curve, but the real show started when a gust of wind hit her. The hem whipped up, and Harry got a perfect look at her bare ass and the peachy pink skin of her shaved pussy. She didn’t even flinch. She let the wind do its thing, then wiggled her hips so the skirt settled back into place.

He watched her walk, transfixed by the bounce of her tits and the sway of her hips. She walked like she owned the entire Alley, and every step seemed calculated to make her ass jiggle just a little bit more. The males around her didn’t even spare her a second look, but every female shot daggers of pure hate at her. The woman didn’t care. She basked in their envy and jealousy.

Then she saw Harry staring and smiled. It was a naughty, knowing smile that promised trouble. She strode right up to him, stopped, and offered her hand as if expecting to be kissed like royalty.

“Harry,” she said in a soft, purring voice. “It’s been far too long.”

Harry took her hand, pressed his lips to her knuckles, then used the grip to pull her close. She pressed her tits right against his chest and looked up at him with bright, ravenous eyes. Her perfume filled his nose and made his cock jump against her belly. 

“It certainly has, Narcissa,” Harry said. He put a hand on her waist and slid it down until he could feel the curve of her hip. “You look incredible.”

She giggled shamelessly for all to hear. “You always did know how to flatter a woman … or at least grope her in public.” She leaned in so her lips brushed his ear. “You can touch me anywhere you like. No one here cares what we do. Except maybe those poor girls fuming over by the ice cream shop.”

Harry grinned and looked past Narcissa’s shoulder. Three witches were glaring daggers at them. Their faces were red with jealousy and anger. Harry moved his hand under the hem of Narcissa’s dress, and he grabbed a full handful of her naked ass. Her skin was smooth and warm, and she was already quivering for him. Harry squeezed her cheek, and Narcissa arched her back, pushing her tits even harder into his chest.

She ran her hands up his chest, then straightened his collar. She looked down at his crotch, then back up to his eyes. She smirked at the hard-on he was making no effort to hide. “I was hoping you’d like my new dress,” Narcissa said, moving her hips so her skirt rode even higher. “I can barely walk in it without flashing half the Alley, but it appears that you don’t mind one bit.”

“I can see you chose not to wear anything underneath,” she said, running his fingers down the crack of her ass. 

Narcissa shook her head, and her long, thick hair fanned out in the wind. “Why bother?” she asked. “It would just slow you down.”

She pressed her body to his and stood on her toes so she could whisper in his ear. “I keep a room here in the alley. I’d love to show you around.” She punctuated the invitation by grabbing his wrist and shoving his hand further up her dress, forcing his fingers against the slick, hairless lips of her pussy. Harry found her clit immediately and stroked it through the slippery folds, making Narcissa tremble against him.

None of the males in the Alley even batted an eye, but the females stopped to watch. Some gawked, and some pretended to ignore it, but every last one of them was secretly jealous of Narcissa. Harry played with her pussy, then slid his hand down to squeeze her thigh, and finally let his hand rest on her hip. Narcissa bit her lower lip and looked at him through her long, thick lashes.

“Will you come upstairs with me?” she asked. Her voice was breathy and desperate.

Harry grinned. “Lead the way, then.”

Narcissa locked arms with him and strutted off, making sure every step flashed a little more ass and thigh than the last. She led him through a small door off the main street, up a flight of stairs, and down a narrow hallway. The whole time, she made sure to keep herself pressed against his side.

They reached her room, and Narcissa produced a small gold key from between her breasts. She twisted it in the lock, opened the door, and practically dragged him inside. She barely had time to close the door before Harry pinned her to it and kissed her hard and deep. Narcissa moaned into his mouth as her hands clawed at his shirt. Her tongue was already sliding into his mouth.

When she broke for air, she was panting. “Thank heaven there’s at least one man around who knows how to properly treat a woman,” she breathed.

Harry spun her around and pressed his chest into her back, trapping her against the door. With both hands, he grabbed her by the waist, then slid his palms up under the dress to cup her bare tits. They were as perfect as he remembered. They were big, round, and softer than anything he’d ever touched. Her nipples were already stiff, and Harry rolled them between his fingers.

Narcissa whimpered and ground her ass against his crotch. She reached back, grabbed his cock through his trousers, and squeezed it roughly. “I want this inside me. Now,” she demanded. 

Harry laughed. “You’ll get what you want, Cissy.” He dragged his lips up her neck, nipped her earlobe, then took a step back. Narcissa bent at the hips, and she pulled her skirt up with both hands, so her entire ass and dripping pussy were on display. She wiggled her hips at him, then looked over her shoulder and smiled.

“Are you just going to stand there like an idiot, or are you going to drag me to bed and fuck me?”

Harry stepped forward and pressed his bulge against her ass. Narcissa moaned as he ground against her, then she gasped as his hand snaked around and played with her clit. She braced herself against the door and moaned as Harry’s finger circled her clit and slipped inside her. Narcissa was soaking wet, and her hips bounced as he pistoned his fingers in and out of her. She was already panting and trembling.

“Ohhh!” she gasped as her pussy clamped down around his fingers. “We should have met up sooner.”

Harry didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed the back of her neck and lightly nipped her delicate skin. Narcissa squealed, then giggled. He spun her around, pressed her up against the door, and let his hands wander. He felt up her tits, her ass, and her dripping pussy. Finally, Narcissa kissed him and broke away. Her face was flushed, and her lips were red. Harry scooped her up in his arms and carried her to bed. 

Narcissa let out a cute squeak when Harry tossed her onto the mattress. Her legs flew up and her dress rode even higher, exposing her entire mound and the glistening slit between her thighs. Harry hooked a finger in the strap of one heel and slid it off, then did the same with the other. The shoes landed somewhere on the floor with a clatter. He was removing his shirt when Narcissa pressed the sole of her bare foot right against the bulge in his pants. She massaged it with her toes, grinning up at him with naughty, sparkling eyes.

“You must have really liked that dress,” she giggled, stroking him through the fabric.

Harry kicked off his trousers and boxers in one go, and his cock sprang up to meet her bare skin. Narcissa licked her lips and stared at the large slab of meat. She didn’t waste time or play games. She rolled onto her stomach, crawled to the edge of the bed, and opened her mouth wide. Her lipstick was already smudged, and Harry’s cock throbbed at the sight. She wrapped her hand around the base and sucked him in hard and fast, as if she’d been waiting months for this moment.

She bobbed her head, taking him deeper with every stroke, and her hand pumped whatever her mouth couldn’t reach. Her other hand slipped down to her pussy, and she rubbed it in slow circles. Her dress was up over her hips, and her bare ass wiggled in the air. It was lewd and perfect, and Harry couldn’t look away. When Narcissa moaned around his cock, he felt the vibration deep in his balls.

He let her go at her own pace. She sucked him, then stroked his cock, then sucked him again. Narcissa would switch between moaning and giggling, but she was always greedy for more. She popped off with a gasp, spat on his shaft, and spread the saliva with both hands.

“I love how good you taste,” she said in a breathy voice, then went right back to it. This time she made slurping noises that filled the small room. The sight of her hair cascading around her face, her painted lips stretched wide, and her tongue flicking the underside of his cock pushed him closer to the edge. Harry knew he'd lose it if she kept this up. When she looked up at him with her “fuck me” eyes, he almost did.

She finally pulled off with a long, slow lick up the shaft and a little kiss to the tip. She pumped his cock with one hand and smiled.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” Narcissa said, almost threateningly. She sat up with her knees together and yanked her dress up over her head. She tossed it aside and shook her hair out. She was naked except for a thin gold chain around her neck and a matching anklet. Her tits looked even better than he remembered. They stood high on her chest, as if defying gravity. Her areolas were a pale pink, and the tips of her nipples were crinkled and stiff.

She lay back, pressed her knees together, then pulled them up to her chest, so her thighs hid most of her pussy. Harry could see her lips peeking through the gap. They were squeezed tight and glistening with her arousal. She ran a finger down the middle, parting her lips for a second. She flicked her clit, gasped, then giggled.

“Do you want to fuck me like this?” she asked, squeezing her legs together so her pussy made a perfect, tight seam.

Harry was too horny to speak. He stepped up to the bed, pressed his cock between her thighs, and forced the head through the gap. Narcissa shuddered and wrapped her legs around his hips, dragging him closer. She grabbed the base of his cock and guided it between her lips. Then she slid the head up and down the length of her slit, making sure he could feel just how wet she was.

She squeezed her tits together, pinched both nipples, and arched her back to show off her cock-hardening curves. Harry grabbed her knees, forced them apart, and lined himself up. Narcissa smiled wickedly.

“Do it, Harry. I want to feel you stretch me open.”

He drove in with one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her soaking pussy. Narcissa gasped, and her eyes fluttered in pleasure. Then she bucked her hips up and locked her ankles behind his back, forcing him deeper. The sensation was incredible. Her pussy was so tight, hot, and wet that Harry almost blew his load on the first thrust.

He pulled back, then slammed in again, hard enough to make her tits flop. Narcissa shrieked and clamped down on him. Her hands moved up, and she grabbed her tits. She squeezed them so hard that Narcissa gasped loudly. Each time he thrust, she moaned and rolled her hips to meet him, driving him deeper than before. Her pussy gripped him like a vice, and the sounds it made were wet and obscene. 

“Good god, I missed this cock,” she said, and her voice broke into a moan. “Harder, Harry. Use me like I’m one of your whores.”

He grinned and doubled his pace. Every thrust made her tits bounce, every bounce made her nipples crinkle tighter, and her pussy responded by getting even wetter. The bed creaked and rocked, but Harry didn’t slow down. He was lost in the sight, sound, and smell of Narcissa’s body. She begged for more as her pussy began fluttering around his shaft. Her orgasm hit her fast and hard. She arched her back and screamed, and her pussy clenched around his shaft so tightly it almost hurt. Harry had to grip her thighs just to stay upright.

He pounded her pussy through her climax, forcing a second and third in quick succession. Narcissa’s moans were replaced by squeaks, gasps, and whimpers. She clutched at his arms and dug her nails into his skin, but Harry didn’t care. All he wanted was to fuck her until she lost her mind.

He slowed just enough to keep from cumming, then pulled out. Narcissa groaned and collapsed onto the bed. Her chest was heaving, and her face was wet with sweat. She looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Put it in my ass.”

Harry didn’t need a second invitation. He flipped her onto her stomach and yanked her ass up into the air. Narcissa reached back and used both hands to spread her ass for him. She looked over her shoulder at him. Her pussy lips were wet and swollen, and her tight little asshole was puckering in anticipation.

He lined up and pressed the head of his cock against her puckered asshole. Narcissa gasped, then shuddered as he slid it in. Harry made sure to go slow at first, but once the head was securely inside, he slid all the way in with one deep thrust. Her ass was tighter than anything he’d ever felt. She whimpered and arched her back, pushing him even deeper.

He grabbed her by the waist and started to fuck her in long, hard thrusts. Narcissa let out a constant stream of moans and squeals. Each time he slammed into her, she tensed and clawed at the sheets, begging for more.

“Your ass feels so damn good,” Harry gruffly stated.

Narcissa laughed, then yelped as he hit a new angle. “I know. I’m perfect. Keep going, you bastard.”

He slammed in, forcing her forward. The sound was filthy, and he could feel her pussy drooling all over his balls as he fucked her ass. She squeezed him so tight that Harry lost control. He pulled out at the last second, and his cum shot in thick ropes across her bare ass and lower back. Narcissa shuddered and collapsed onto the sheets with her ass in the air. Harry groaned as more cum splattered across her back, and when he was finally empty, he collapsed next to her.

Narcissa groaned and draped her top half over his chest, and she didn’t even bother to clean herself up. She laid soft kisses along his chest while Harry threaded his fingers through her thick hair and gently scratched at her scalp, making her mewl cutely. 

“Lucius is out of town,” she finally said. “I have nowhere I need to be,” she hinted. Harry chuckled as she went back to kissing his chest. Harry knew what he would be doing all night and all morning.