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Disclaimer: The characters in this universe start Hogwarts at the age of 15. All characters featured in this story are 18+.
Harry was staring at his lesson plans when the knock came, three sharp raps against his office door that made him look up from the parchment spread across his desk. He had been trying to decide whether to open with Shield Charms or Stunning Spells for the fourth-years, weighing the merits of defence versus offence, when the sound pulled him from his thoughts.
"Come in," he called, setting down his quill.
The door swung open, and Harry's breath caught in his throat.
Amelia Bones stood in his doorway, and she was dressed like she had come here to be fucked. There was no other way to describe it. Her robes were open at the front, revealing a deep green dress beneath that clung to every curve of her body like a second skin. The neckline plunged so low that her breasts, massive and heavy, threatened to spill free with every breath she took. Her long red hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves, framing a face that was striking and regal, with high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right through him. She was Susan's aunt, a senior witch in the magical law enforcement, and the sight of her filling his doorway dragged him straight back to the Quidditch World Cup, to the way she had leaned in to shake his hand, her tits straining against her blouse like they were trying to escape.
"Professor Black," she said, stepping into his office and closing the door behind her. "I hope I'm not interrupting."
Harry's mouth went dry. Her hips swayed with each step, the fabric of her dress shifting to reveal the long lines of her legs beneath. She was taller than Susan, fuller in every way, the aunt a more mature and dangerous version of the niece Harry had fucked senseless just yesterday in this very office.
"Madam Bones," he managed, rising from his chair. "Not at all. Please, have a seat."
She didn't sit. Instead, she walked slowly around his office, her eyes taking in the shelves lined with Defence texts, the practice dummies in the corner, the window overlooking the grounds. Harry sank back into his chair and watched her, his heart hammering against his ribs. He couldn't help but notice the way her dress hugged the curve of her arse, the way it stretched tight across her hips. Merlin, she looks even better than I remembered.
"I'm here on Ministry business, of course," Amelia said, drawing a single fingertip along the edge of his desk as she circled it. "Helping oversee the Triwizard Tournament. Making sure everything is in order."
"Of course," Harry said, though something about her tone made him uneasy. The pretext was paper-thin. The Ministry had plenty of officials who could check on tournament preparations. They didn't need the head of a major department to come knocking on a professor's door two days after the opening feast.
She turned to face him, and Harry's eyes dropped involuntarily to her chest. Her breasts were enormous, straining against the fabric of her dress, the deep valley of her cleavage on full display. He could see the soft swell of flesh, pale and bare, above the drooping neckline.
"And I wanted to check on my niece's new professor," she continued, stepping closer. "Susan speaks very highly of you, Professor Black. She says your private lessons have been most... enlightening."
Harry's blood ran cold.
For a terrible moment, all he could think about was the way Susan had looked riding his cock, her huge tits bouncing in his face, her moans filling his office as he filled her up with his cum. Did Amelia know? Had Susan told her? Was this some sort of trap, a Ministry official coming to catch him in the act of fucking his students?
"Does she?" Harry said, keeping his voice level. "I'm glad to hear she's enjoying the coursework."
Amelia's lips curved into a smile that did nothing to ease his nerves. "Oh, I'm sure she is." She moved to stand directly in front of his desk, and Harry had to crane his neck to meet her eyes. "She says you have a gift for hands-on instruction."
Fuck. Harry's mind raced. Was she fishing for information? Testing him?
"I try to make the material accessible," he said carefully.
"Mmm." Amelia leaned forward, bracing both hands on his desk, and Harry's gaze dropped helplessly to her chest. Her breasts hung heavy in the low-cut dress, the fabric straining to contain them, and he could see straight down her cleavage to where the soft flesh pressed together, forming a deep, inviting valley.
"What do we have here?" Amelia murmured, her attention dropping to the scattered parchment on his desk. She didn't ask permission, just began rifling through his lesson plans, turning pages with casual authority as if she owned them. "Fourth-year curriculum... Shield Charms... Stunning Spells..."
Harry said nothing. He couldn't have spoken if he'd tried. With her leaning forward like that, her massive tits hanging heavy in the drooping neckline, he was free to stare without any pretence of subtlety. The fabric was straining, really straining now, and he could see the pale swell of flesh threatening to escape its flimsy confinement, could see the edges of her areolas peeking out from behind the green fabric.
Don't look, he told himself. Don't fucking look, she's a Ministry official, she could have you sacked, she could have you thrown in Azkaban—
Amelia turned a page.
The small movement pressed her arm up against the side of her chest, squeezing her tits against the straining fabric.
And the neckline gave.
Harry watched in disbelief as the overstrained dress finally surrendered, the fabric parting like curtains, and both of Amelia Bones' massive breasts spilled free, bare and heavy and hanging right there over his desk. They were enormous, even bigger than Susan's, heavy teardrops of pale flesh tipped with large pink nipples that were already stiffening in the cool air of his office. They swayed gently from side to side from their sudden release, the soft skin unmarked and perfect, and Harry could do nothing but stare at her bare tits dangling over his lesson plans.
Amelia didn't notice. She was still reading, her eyes fixed on the parchment, her finger tracing a line of text as she muttered something about the order of his curriculum.
Harry's cock stirred in his trousers.
This can't be happening, he thought, his gaze locked on those magnificent breasts. They were so full, so heavy, the nipples a soft pink against the pale flesh. He could see the way gravity pulled at them, the way they hung suspended over his desk, close enough that he could have reached out and cupped them in his palms. They looked soft enough to sink his fingers into, and he felt his cock growing harder by the second, straining against the fabric of his trousers.
"Your progression through the stunners seems sound," Amelia said. She turned another page. "Though I might suggest introducing the Impediment Jinx earlier. It pairs well with the Shield Charm."
"Right," Harry said, his voice strangled. "Good suggestion."
Amelia nodded, still reading. Her breasts continued to hang bare over his desk, pink nipples hardening further in the cool air, and Harry was rapidly losing the battle to think about anything other than burying his face between them.
This has to be on purpose, he realised. No one's neckline fails that conveniently. She has to know they're out. She has to—
But she gave no sign of it. She just kept reading, kept talking, kept leaning forward with her massive bare tits on full display as if she hadn't just flashed a professor in his own office.
Harry shifted in his chair, trying to relieve the pressure in his trousers. His cock was fully hard now, straining against the fabric, and he knew that if she looked up, if her eyes dropped even a little, she would see exactly what state she had put him in.
Those tits would feel so good wrapped around my cock, he thought helplessly. He could imagine it so vividly, the soft, warm flesh enveloping his shaft, his fat cockhead poking out from between them with every thrust. He would grab a handful of those heavy breasts, squeeze them together around his length, and fuck her chest until she was dripping with his pre-cum, until her massive tits were slick and glistening. And then he would push her onto her back and slide his cock between her lips, feel the heat of her mouth, the wet suction of her tongue, watch her cheeks hollow as she took him deeper and deeper. He would fuck her face like he fucked her tits, grip her red hair and use her throat, listen to her gag and moan around his length, and when he finally came, he would paint those perfect tits white, would coat her face and her chest with his seed until she was marked as his—
"Professor Black?"
Harry's eyes snapped up.
Amelia was looking at him now, her head tilted to one side, a knowing smile playing at the corner of her lips.
"You seem distracted," she said. The Ministry briskness had vanished from her voice, and the look she gave him made Harry's cock twitch in his trousers. "Is something the matter?"
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but before he could speak, Amelia's gaze dropped to his crotch, and her smile widened. The bulge of his erection was unmistakable, tenting the front of his robes, and she stared at it for a long, breathless moment before her eyes rose back to meet his.
"Oh my," she breathed, and the words were thick with hunger. She stood up straight, and Harry watched helplessly as her breasts swayed with the movement, heavy and bare and perfect. "I seem to have made quite an impression."
Harry's mouth went dry. He searched for something to say, some excuse, some explanation, but Amelia was already moving, circling around his desk with the slow, predatory grace of a witch who knew exactly what she wanted.
"Madam Bones—" he started.
"Amelia," she corrected, stopping beside his chair. Her eyes dropped back to his crotch, to the thick outline of his cock straining against the fabric. "I've heard so much about you from my niece, Professor Black. About your... private lessons." Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "About the way you've been tutoring her. And her friends."
Harry's heart hammered against his ribs. "What exactly did Susan tell you?"
Amelia sank to her knees in front of him.
"Everything," she whispered, her hands finding the buckle of his belt. "About your big, fat cock. About the way you fill them up." She undid his belt with practised ease, her fingers quick and deft. "I had to see it for myself."
Harry groaned as she pulled his trousers down, freeing his cock in one smooth motion. It sprang up thick and hard, slapping against her cheek, and Amelia let out a soft gasp of delight as it left a smear of pre-cum across her face.
"Merlin," she breathed, her eyes going wide. "It's even bigger than she described."
Harry looked down at her, at this powerful witch on her knees before him, her massive bare tits hanging heavy, her face inches from his cock. She was staring at it like it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, her blue eyes gleaming with raw hunger.
"Well?" Harry said, his voice rough with desire. "What are you waiting for?"
Amelia needed no further invitation. She reached up and wrapped both hands around his shaft, her fingers barely able to encircle his girth, and began to stroke him with slow, reverent movements. Her eyes never left his cock, watching as pre-cum beaded at the tip, watching as his length throbbed in her grip.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," she murmured, her breath hot against his shaft. "Ever since the World Cup, ever since I saw you standing there looking so fucking handsome, I've been thinking about getting my hands on you."
She leaned forward and pressed his cock between her massive tits, letting the heavy flesh envelop him. Harry groaned, his head falling back, as the soft warmth of her breasts surrounded his shaft. She squeezed them together around him, trapping his cock in a prison of soft, supple flesh, then spat down into her cleavage, slicking him up, and began to move, sliding her tits up and down his length.
"Fuck," Harry grunted, his hips bucking up instinctively. "That feels incredible."
Amelia smiled up at him. "I told you," she purred, still working her tits around his cock. "I've been thinking about this for weeks. About getting these big tits wrapped around your cock. About feeling you throb between them."
She was good at this, Harry realised distantly. Her movements were practised, confident, the rhythm steady and relentless. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through him, and he could feel his orgasm building already, could feel the tension coiling in his balls.
But Amelia wasn't done with her tits yet. She lowered her head, and Harry watched in breathless anticipation as she extended her tongue and licked the head of his cock as it emerged from between her breasts. The sensation made him groan, and she repeated the motion, lapping at him each time he thrust up through her cleavage.
"You taste good," she murmured, her voice muffled against his shaft. "Even better than I imagined."
Harry reached down and tangled his fingers in her red hair, gripping tight, and began to thrust more urgently, fucking her tits with increasing desperation. The wet sounds of his cock sliding through her cleavage filled the office, punctuated by her little moans of encouragement and the slick sounds of her tongue lapping at his tip.
"You like that, don't you?" Amelia breathed, her eyes locked on his. "You like fucking my big tits? Using me like this? A senior Ministry official, on her knees for your cock?"
"Fuck yes," Harry groaned.
She released her tits from around his cock, and before Harry could protest, she had wrapped her lips around his cockhead, sucking him into the wet heat of her mouth. He groaned, his grip tightening in her hair, as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around his shaft.
Amelia sucked cock like a woman starving for it. She bobbed her head up and down his length, taking him deeper with each stroke, her cheeks hollowing as she worked him. Harry could feel the back of her throat, could feel the way she gagged slightly each time she took him too deep, and the sounds she made were obscene, wet and sloppy, the sounds of a woman who wanted nothing more than to choke on his cock.
Harry pulled her off his cock with a wet pop, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. Her lips were swollen and glistening, her blue eyes heavy with lust, and Harry felt a surge of primal satisfaction at the sight of her, this powerful witch reduced to a drooling mess on her knees.
He slapped his cock against her cheek. The sound echoed through the office, a wet smack of flesh against flesh, and Amelia moaned, her eyes fluttering closed.
"You like that?" Harry growled, slapping his cock against her other cheek. "You like being used like this?"
"Yes," she gasped, her voice thick with need. "By you, Professor! By this big, fat cock my niece wouldn't shut up about! Use me however you want!"
Harry obliged. He gripped her hair tighter and fed his cock back into her mouth, thrusting deep, fucking her face with quick, sharp strokes. Amelia gagged around him, her hands coming up to grip his thighs for support, but she didn't pull away. She took it, took all of it, her throat working around his length, her eyes watering as he used her.
"Look at you," Harry grunted, his hips never slowing. "The head of Magical Law Enforcement, choking on my cock. If your colleagues could see you now."
Amelia moaned around his shaft, the vibration sending shivers of pleasure through him. She was enjoying this, he realised, moaning around his cock as though the pleasure were hers, the head of Magical Law Enforcement drooling on a professor's cock in his own office.
The thought pushed him closer to the edge. He could feel his orgasm building, could feel the pressure mounting in his balls, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Not with her hot mouth wrapped around his cock, not with her massive tits swaying with each thrust, not with the knowledge that this powerful woman had come here wanting exactly this.
"Fuck," Harry grunted, pulling out of her mouth. "I'm going to cum."
Amelia looked up at him, her face a mess of spit and pre-cum, her eyes blazing with hunger. "Do it," she gasped, wrapping both hands around his shaft and stroking him furiously. "Cum on my face. Make me yours."
Harry groaned, his hips bucking, and then he was coming, thick ropes of cum shooting from his cock and splattering across Amelia's face. She moaned with pleasure as his seed coated her cheeks, her forehead, her lips, dripping down onto her massive bare tits. She kept stroking him through it, milking every last drop, her tongue darting out to catch the cum that landed on her lips.
When he was finally spent, Harry sagged back in his chair, his chest heaving. He looked down at Amelia, at her cum-covered face and her bare tits, at the way she was smiling up at him like he had just given her the greatest gift of her life.
"That," she said, wiping a streak of cum from her cheek and licking it from her finger, "was everything I hoped it would be."
Harry laughed, still catching his breath. "Happy to oblige."
Amelia rose from her knees with surprising grace, making no move to clean her face or cover her tits. She simply stood there, marked and bare, looking at him with a satisfaction that bordered on smug.
"I knew Susan wasn't exaggerating," she said, dragging a fingertip through the rope of cum draped across the top of one heavy breast, admiring his handiwork. "Though I admit, I wasn't entirely certain until I felt it for myself."
Harry watched her, his spent cock still twitching. "You knew the whole time."
"Of course I knew." She smiled. "Susan tells me everything. And when she started gushing about her handsome new professor and his magnificent cock, I knew I had to come see for myself." She leaned down, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock, tasting the remnants of his cum. "The other mothers felt the same way, you know. Abigail and Pandora. They've been ever so curious about you since the World Cup."
Harry's eyebrows rose. "Have they?"
"Oh yes." Amelia straightened, finally pulling the front of her dress up to cover her tits, not that it restored much of her dignity, with his cum still streaked across her face and drying on the upper swell of her chest. "We've been talking about you quite a bit. Wondering if Susan's descriptions were accurate." Her smile widened. "I'll have to let them know that she wasn't doing you justice."
She turned toward the door, her hips swaying with each step, and Harry watched her go.
"Until next time, Professor Black," she said, pausing at the door to look back at him over her shoulder. Her face was still streaked with his cum, her chest still straining against the barely-adequate dress. "I do hope you'll make time for me when I return."
And then she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving Harry alone in his office with his spent cock and a head full of her. Those heavy tits wrapped around him. That regal face painted with his cum. And somewhere out there, two more curious mothers were wondering whether Susan had done him justice.
Disclaimer: The characters in this universe start Hogwarts at the age of 15. All characters featured in this story are 18+.
NOTE: Apologies for the lack of uploads recently, I have been feeling a bit under the weather. I am feeling better now, however, and have a couple of chapters planned and lined up for the coming days! Thanks for reading! <3