Sticky Situation: Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Julie grabbed the front of Harry’s shirt and yanked him backward roughly into an abandoned classroom. Grinning, she kicked the door closed and then pinned him up against it with her enormous bust threatening to envelop his face.

“Go on,” she said, glancing down at her chest. “You can play with them. I know you want to.”

Harry grasped her breasts and kneaded them firmly. Letting out a moan, Julie thrust out her chest, knocking his head lightly into the door and knocking his glasses askew. She nearly smothered him when she shuffled forward, grabbed the back of his head, and drove his face between her mountainous peaks. As he mauled her breasts, much to her delight, he felt something hard and round press painfully against his thigh.

Wincing in pain, Harry shimmied one hand between their bodies and awkwardly slipped his hand into his pocket. His fingers wrapped around the glass vial, and he shifted it into a more comfortable position. Unintentionally, his knuckles brushed Julie’s mound, causing her to gasp in surprise. Her hips jerked back momentarily, giving him the opportunity to pull his hand and the vial out of his pocket.

“Oh, yeah, Potter,” she gasped.

Slamming her hips forward, she ground herself against his thigh. With a moan, she closed her eyes and arched her back, freeing his face from her breasts. Harry sucked in a breath, popped the cork, and swiftly downed the Strengthening Solution. A surge traveled through his body like a boost of adrenaline. For a moment, he thought he’d be overcome with giddiness. He felt like he could lift a mountain without breaking a sweat.

Dropping the vial to the floor, he grabbed the front of Julie’s blouse and yanked his hands in opposite directions. There was a sound of tearing fabric, and he looked in surprise at the two rags dangling from his fists. He’d meant to rip her shirt open, but instead, he’d torn it clean in two with enough force that he’d even yanked her arms free of the sleeves. Julie gasped and stared down at her bare torso in shock.

Before she could recover, Harry tossed the scraps of shirt aside and lifted her by the bum effortlessly. She inhaled sharply, wrapping her arms and legs around him for balance as he spun her around and pinned her against the door.

“Merlin, Potter,” she gasped. “Have you been working out?”

“Strengthening Solution,” Harry muttered before darting forward and inhaling her nipple.

Julie groaned and gripped the back of his head. She tried to pull him forward, threatening to smother him between her breasts once again, but this time, he didn’t budge. He grinned against her soft flesh when he barely felt her tugging him forward. Sucking as hard as he could, he slowly pulled back against her arms, distending her breast until it came free of his lips with a wet pop.

Pinning her to the door with his hips, Harry let go of her bum and grasped her pillowy mounds. He started gently, gradually increasing his strength to see just how careful he needed to be. Fortunately, Julie liked it rough, and it took considerable force before she finally hissed in pain. Immediately, he loosened his grip.

“Do that again,” she demanded through a hooded, lustful gaze.

With a grin, Harry mauled her breasts, drawing a pleasured groan from her lips. His throbbing erection ground against her mound as her breasts slowly reddened in his steely grip. Letting go suddenly, he slapped the right one lightly, sending it careening into the left. They gradually wobbled to a rest when he slapped the left one, this time slightly harder. Julie bit her lip and hissed, arching her back as her firm, perky breasts bobbled back and forth.

Grabbing her bum and squeezing it, Harry lifted her away from the door and carried her over to the disused teacher’s desk on the other side of the classroom. He set her down, pushed her onto her back, and then spun her around until her head hung upside down off one end and her feet dangled off of the other. Julie smiled and reached for his belt. Her movements were a little uncoordinated from the unusual position, but she quickly unbuckled it and opened his trousers.

As she stroked his length and brought it to her lips, Harry pulled off his tie. He groaned when she sucked on his tip and hurriedly removed his shirt. It fluttered to the ground next to his feet as he shuffled forward, grabbed her breasts, and drove himself to the hilt. Julie took him effortlessly, grabbing his bum and pulling him forward with her nose pressed firmly against his sack. Harry held himself there for a few seconds, luxuriating in the feeling of her tight throat before slowly pulling back.

Julie sucked in a breath and slathered his length with her talented tongue. With a groan, Harry squeezed her breasts and drove back into her throat. The front of her neck distended, molding to his shape as he hilted himself. She moaned around him and clutched his bum while he let go of one of her breasts and slid a hand down to the waistband of her skirt. Julie bent her knees and eagerly spread her legs.

Pulling his hips back to let her catch her breath, Harry plunged forward again and grabbed her skirt. He didn’t bother to look for the zipper. Instead, he just tore it clean in half down the front. Her knickers were damp around the gusset, and they suffered a similar fate when he roughly ripped them off her body. He teased her glistening folds with his fingers before sliding away and stepping back to let her breathe.

“Merlin,” Julie gasped. “I’ve never been manhandled like this.”

“You like it?” Harry asked with a teasing smile.

“I love it,” she grinned. “Now, stop taking it easy and fuck my throat.”

Chuckling, Harry fed his head between her open, inviting lips and began thrusting his full length in and out of her throat. After watching her for a moment, he slid a hand back between her legs and plunged two fingers into her depths. Julie moaned around him and bucked her hips. When he hooked his fingers and pressed them against the top of her walls, she gagged for the first time and arched her back.

Harry pulled his hips back, giving her just enough time to cough and take a breath before he went back to fucking her throat. Julie squirmed, her legs flexing restlessly as he fingered her roughly. Her climax built much more quickly than he expected. Arousal soaked his fingers, and the sound of her wetness filled the room as he focused his attention on that delicate bundle of nerves.

The moment he pressed his palm against her clit her entire body lurched. His length slipped from her mouth, sliding across her face while she sucked in a deep breath and cried out in ecstasy. Harry fingered her rapidly through her peak until she collapsed breathlessly onto the desk.

Pulling his sopping fingers from her depths, he spun her around until her bum sat on the edge of the desk. He hooked one of her powerful legs over his shoulder, grasped her breast roughly, and then, with the other hand, slapped his engorged head against her mound. Julie gasped, arched her back, and moaned wantonly.

“This what you want?” Harry asked, teasing her entrance.

“Yes,” she hissed, wiggling her hips. “Gimme that fat cock.”

Grinning, he sank into her welcoming depths, drawing another moan from her lips. Harry wrapped both of his hands around the back of her neck and used his potion-enhanced strength to pound her as hard and as fast as he liked. Julie cried out pleasurably, gripping his impossibly powerful arms as her body rocked with each thrust, her breasts bouncing wildly. It took a bit of trial and error, but Harry eventually settled into a quick rhythm where he pushed as deep as he could, withdrew rapidly, and then used his arms to slam her back down on his length. Once she was fully seated on his shaft, the process started again at an almost inhuman rate.

The desk creaked and groaned under them, but it could barely be heard over the loud, wet slaps and Julie’s cries. Her face scrunched up beautifully as she was almost immediately thrown into another climax. Sweat glistened on her pale skin while moans, gasps, and screams spilled from her lips. As she crested her peak, her legs trembled and flexed, pushing against him. Normally, she would have easily pushed him back, but his magically-assisted muscles barely felt the strain.

Harry continued thrusting mercilessly while Julie gasped for breath, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her body moved from one crest to the next with barely any break in between. She curled her toes, her body writhed, and her nails clawed at the desk, but she was unable to escape his gasp. It wasn’t until her third climax in a row, when she stopped breathing for a few seconds before gasping loudly that Harry finally gave her a break.

The moment he pulled out of her, Julie cupped her mound, curled into the fetal position, and shook for nearly a minute as she panted for breath. Once she stopped trembling, she rolled onto her stomach and hung her legs over the edge of the desk.

“Don’t stop,” she panted, looking at him lustfully over her shoulder.

Grinning, Harry stepped up behind her and plunged into her flooded depths. One hand grabbed a handful of her long, dark hair while the other clutched her shoulder. His hips slammed against her wide, muscular bum, making the taut flesh ripple. The desk creaked and groaned under the onslaught, a noise that was drowned out by Julie’s ecstatic cries.

Letting go of her shoulder, Harry checked his watch. He saw lunch had started a few minutes ago and decided to focus on reaching his own climax. His movements slowed slightly, but with each stroke, he used the full length of his cock. Julie groaned and shuddered as he repeatedly buried himself to the hilt in her clutching folds. Her large breasts jumped every time his hips impacted her bum, nearly sending them crashing into her chin. Reaching around her body, Harry groped one roughly and gave her a hard, pointed thrust.

Crack!

The desk gave way, collapsing under Julie. Gasping, she reached back and grabbed Harry’s hips. His hand tightened harshly in her hair, and his hand crushed her breast to stop her from falling. Harry wasn’t sure if it was the sudden pain, the show of strength, or a combination of the two, but whatever it was, it sent Julie crashing over the edge into another powerful climax. As she cried out and trembled, he wrapped one arm around her waist, one around her chest, and straightened her up. Even though he slipped out of her, it still took several seconds before she was able to stand on her own two feet.

“Bloody hell,” Julie panted.

Grinning, Harry turned her around, gripped her bum, and lifted her off the ground. Julie clung to him, arms and legs wrapping around his body. Because of the height difference, Harry once again found his face buried between her mountainous breasts. With a bit of maneuvering, he managed to hook his arms under her knees, nearly folding her in half. He tried to slip back into her depths, but he couldn’t see anything besides her pillowy mounds and ended up sliding along her folds.

Julie groaned, slipped a hand between their bodies, and guided him to her entrance. Tightening his grip on her bum, Harry used them as handles to slam her up and down on his length. She hugged his head and moaned. Her skin, slickened from a thin layer of sweat, slid along his cheeks. As he pounded her on his straining shaft, Harry motorboated her breasts before turning his head to nip and suck at her rippling, wobbling flesh. Julie clutched at his back, her nails sinking into his skin as she rode out another climax.

Her fluttering walls finally drew Harry over the edge. Impaling her on his length, he swelled and burst inside of her clutching depths. As they came down from their peaks, he walked to the side, blindly reaching out until he found a desk to set her on. Julie immediately collapsed on her back exhaustedly while he slipped from her leaking depths.

Now that Harry was able to take a better look at her, he noticed the finger-shaped marks he’d left on her breasts, hips, bum, and shoulders.

“You alright?” he asked worriedly.

Julie lifted her head and smiled widely.

“Bloody brilliant,” she said. “You got more of that potion, so we can do this again?”

Harry smiled, “I’ll see if I can brew some more.”

Offering her a hand, he helped her to her feet, and they began to gather their clothes. As Harry dressed, he watched Julie try and fail to magically repair her torn uniform.

“Er, sorry,” he muttered.

“It’s fine,” she replied, smiling. “I’ll get me dad to buy me a new one.”

“Do you want to borrow my cloak?” Harry asked. 

“No, thanks. I’ll just head to my dorm and get another uniform, but I’ll need to hurry if I don’t want to be late for my next class. See you later, Potter.”

Bending down to pick up her bag and wand, Julie left her ruined clothes on the floor. She pulled open the door and stepped out into the busy hall completely naked. No one seemed to take notice of the towering witch as she pushed her way through the crowd and made her way deeper into the Dungeons. Harry shook his head and smiled, wondering if the Notice-Me-Not from the sap would hold until she made it to her dorm.

Shouldering his bag, he made his way up the stairs to the first floor.

“There you are!” Hermione exclaimed exasperatedly.

Harry spun around and found her sitting on a bench against the wall, book in hand. Snapping it closed, she stuffed it in her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

“Where did you go?” she asked, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Er, I ran into Julie Runcorn,” he admitted.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione hooked his arm with hers and led him towards the Great Hall.

“Of course you did,” she muttered.

Harry grinned as he allowed himself to be led down the hall.

“Oh, I wanted to ask you, have you noticed anything odd about the way the Notice-Me-Not part of the sap works?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Well, this morning, Ron definitely noticed you weren’t wearing a bra, but when you’re breasts were falling out of your shirt during Potions, he didn’t even glance at you.”

“What?” she gasped, looking down at her shirt and dropping her voice to a hiss. “You could see my breasts?”

“Yeah,” Harry shrugged. “Well, I could. No one else noticed anything.”

Hermione frowned, “I didn’t realize I’d unbuttoned my shirt that much.”

“Hermione,” he said slowly, cautiously. “Were you trying to get my attention during Potions?”

“What!? Of course not! Why would you think that?”

“Well, it just seems like the Notice-Me-Not only really works when girls are focused on me, but if that’s not it…”

Harry fell silent as Hermione furrowed her brow in thought. Her cheeks reddened after a moment.

“I suppose I might have been a little jealous,” she admitted softly.

“Jealous?” Harry asked amusedly.

Hermione huffed, “You were practically drooling over Lilith. I know I wasn’t your partner, and I’m not as… gifted… in that department, but I got a little jealous. It’s perfectly natural.”

“Aw, Hermione,” Harry smiled teasingly. “There’s nothing to be jealous about. I love your boobs, too.”

Pulling her close, he slipped behind her and cupped her breasts in the middle of the busy hallway. She gasped loudly when his palms grazed her hard, swollen nipples. Quickly, she grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away.

“Stop!” she hissed. “I told you they’re still sensitive.”

Harry laughed, grabbed her hand, and led her through the lower courtyard. They both came to a stop almost immediately when they spotted dozens of upper-year witches gathered around a pile of burning bras in the middle of the courtyard. As they watched, several more witches pulled their bras from under their blouses and tossed them into the fire with a cheer.

“Looks like you started a trend, Hermione,” Harry snorted.

“What does this have to do with me?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Nothing,” he said a bit too quickly, pulling her through the courtyard.

“Harry,” she said suspiciously.

“I was just teasing you,” he said.

Her look said she didn’t believe him, but she didn’t bring it up again as they entered the Great Hall. As they passed Lavender, she suddenly pulled him to a stop and tapped the blonde on the shoulder.

“Oh, hey, Hermione, Harry,” Lavender said.

“Hi, Lavender,” Hermione replied. “Do you know why the girls are burning their bras?”

“Harry didn’t tell you?” Lavender asked, causing Hermione to give him an ‘I knew it’ look. “He said you felt self-conscious about going without a bra this morning, so he asked us to go without to draw away some of the attention you were getting. Well, after that, Parvati and I decided to convince some of the other girls to do the same, and it kind of turned into this whole movement. Practically, no one is wearing a bra anymore, and I even saw Professor Sinistra toss hers into the fire. It’s great, isn’t it? I feel so liberated!”

“You did all that for me?” Hermione asked.

“Well, yeah,” Lavender shrugged.

“Thank you,” Hermione said gratefully.

Dragging Harry down the table, she pulled him into a seat and hugged him tightly.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “That was really nice of you.”

“You’re welcome,” Harry said, kissing the side of her head.