Harry's Winter Wonderland (Ch. 9 - Waking Susan)

I am sorry for the long wait! I have been busy writing chapter 20 of Harry's Perfect Summer. It will feature Harry and Iris, the chapter you have all been waiting for, so I am taking my time with it to get it as perfect as possible :) It is closing in on about three times the length of this chapter, and was taking a while, so I decided to pivot so that I had something to give you sooner. But the chapter is almost done, so hopefully out in the next couple of days! Thanks for your support, it means a lot! <3

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Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final, eight year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+, and none of them are related to each other.

"Susan? Time to get up!" Harry called softly, rapping his knuckles against the door to her room. The morning sun was already streaming through the windows, painting golden stripes across the hallway floor. Most of the witches had already made their way downstairs, the smell of bacon and eggs wafting up from the kitchen where he had demonstrated his culinary skills some half hour ago.

When no answer came, Harry pushed the door open and stepped inside. The sight that greeted him made his cock instantly strain against his trousers.

Susan was sprawled across the bed, her long red hair fanned out like fire against the white pillows. She'd kicked off most of her blankets during the night, leaving her voluptuous body barely covered by a sheer nightie that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The thin fabric clung to her massive tits, her nipples clearly visible through the material, hard as diamonds in the cool morning air.

But what really caught Harry's attention was the way she was positioned. She lay on her stomach with her arse raised slightly, one knee drawn up, causing her nightie to ride up and expose her plump, round arse. The pale globes of her cheeks were completely bare, and from his angle, Harry could see just a hint of pink between her thick thighs.

Merlin's beard, Harry thought, his mouth going dry. She's not wearing any panties.

He stood frozen in the doorway, his brain short-circuiting as he tried to process the erotic display before him. The rational part of his mind knew he should wake her gently, perhaps clear his throat or knock louder. But the animal part of his brain, the part that had been thoroughly activated by a holiday spent surrounded by gorgeous, willing witches, was screaming at him to get closer.

"Susan," Harry tried again, his voice coming out rougher than intended. He stepped into the room, leaving the door open behind him. "Everyone's waiting for you downstairs. Breakfast is getting cold."

The busty redhead stirred slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips as she shifted on the mattress. The movement caused her nightie to ride up even further, exposing the full, round curve of her arse and the pink slit of her pussy. Harry could see the wetness glistening there, could see how her lips were slightly parted and swollen.

Is she having a wet dream? Harry wondered, his cock throbbing painfully in his trousers.

He moved closer to the bed, reaching out to shake her shoulder. "Susan, come on. Time to—"

But the moment his hand made contact with her warm skin, Susan's arm shot out with surprising speed, her fingers wrapping around his wrist. Before Harry could react, she yanked him forward with strength that belied her sleepy state.

"Wha—!" Harry yelped as he tumbled onto the bed, his body landing directly on top of Susan's soft, warm form.

The collision sent them both rolling, the bed springs creaking loudly as they tumbled across the mattress. Harry felt Susan's body beneath him, her massive tits pressing against his chest, her soft thighs parting to accommodate his frame. And then they were still rolling, and suddenly Susan was on top, her body straddling his.

The room spun for a moment as Harry tried to get his bearings. And then he froze, his eyes going wide as he realised exactly where he was positioned.

He was lying flat on his back, his head resting on the pillows at the head of the bed. And hovering directly above his face, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from it, was Susan's bare, glistening pussy.

Oh fuck.

The sight was mesmerising. Her lips were flushed pink and swollen, glistening with arousal that dripped slowly from her entrance. Her clit peeked out from beneath its hood, hard and begging for attention. Harry could smell her, that intoxicating scent of aroused woman that made his cock throb painfully.

And then Susan shifted, her body moving as she began to wake from her deep sleep.

"Harry?" she mumbled sleepily, her voice thick with confusion. "Where did you go?"

She sat up slightly, trying to locate him, and in doing so, her weight shifted backward. Her plump arse settled directly onto Harry's face, her wet pussy pressing against his mouth as she unknowingly sat on him.

"Mmph!" Harry's startled exclamation was muffled by Susan's cunt, his lips parting in surprise and inadvertently allowing his tongue to slide along her slick folds.

The effect was immediate and electric.

"Oh!" Susan gasped, her whole body jerking at the sensation. Her hips rolled involuntarily, grinding her pussy against Harry's mouth. "Oh, Merlin! What—"

Harry, trapped beneath her weight and with his mouth already full of her sweet taste, did the only thing he could think of. His tongue pressed deeper, lapping at her entrance and gathering her juices. His hands came up to grip her thick thighs, holding her steady as he began to eat her out in earnest.

"Ohhhhh!" Susan moaned loudly, her upper body falling forward as pleasure shot through her. Her massive tits pressed against the mattress, her nipples hard and aching. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, that feels so good!"

It was only then, as her vision cleared from the sudden onslaught of pleasure, that Susan's eyes focused on something else entirely. There, directly in front of her face, was the most magnificent tent she had ever seen. Harry's trousers were straining to contain his massive erection, the outline of his thick cock clearly visible through the fabric.

It's even bigger than I remembered, Susan thought hazily, her mind struggling to focus through the pleasure of Harry's tongue on her pussy. She had seen his massive member up close during the competition the previous night, had felt the weight and heat of it between her tits as she'd given him that glorious titfuck. The memory had haunted her dreams all night, the phantom sensation of his thick shaft sliding between her breasts making her wake up soaking wet with need.

And now it was right there, mere inches from her face, begging to be released.

"Ohhh, what's this?" Susan purred, her fingers reaching for his belt buckle. "Did someone wake up happy to see me?"

Harry couldn't respond, his mouth being fully occupied with Susan's delicious cunt, but his cock twitched enthusiastically in response to her words. He thrust his tongue deeper, finding her entrance and circling it teasingly before plunging inside.

"Fuck!" Susan cried out, her fingers fumbling with Harry's belt. "Your tongue is amazing, but I need—I need—"

She finally managed to undo his belt and trousers, her trembling fingers yanking down his zipper with desperate urgency. When she pulled down his boxers and his cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach with an audible thwack, Susan actually moaned at the sight.

It was glorious. Twelve inches of thick, throbbing cock, the bulbous head already glistening with pre-cum, the prominent veins pulsing with each heartbeat. Susan wrapped both hands around the shaft, her fingers not even close to meeting around his impressive girth.

"Holy fuck, Harry," she breathed, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and lust. "Your cock is incredible."

Before she could second-guess herself, Susan leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the swollen head, her tongue swirling around the tip and gathering the pre-cum that leaked steadily. The taste exploded on her tongue, salty and masculine and utterly addictive.

Harry groaned into Susan's pussy at the sensation of her hot, wet mouth enveloping his cock, the vibrations sending additional pleasure through her core. His tongue worked faster, lapping at her clit with renewed vigour while his hands squeezed her thick thighs appreciatively.

Susan moaned around his cock, the sound sending pleasant vibrations down his shaft. She took him deeper, her jaw stretching wide to accommodate his impressive girth. Inch by inch, she swallowed him down, her throat opening up as she determinedly worked him deeper and deeper.

"Mmmph!" she gagged slightly as he hit the back of her throat, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she forced herself to take more, her nose pressing against his heavy balls as she finally managed to take all twelve inches of his magnificent cock down her gullet.

The sensation was incredible for both of them. Harry felt the tight constriction of Susan's throat squeezing his cock, felt the way she swallowed around him, massaging his length with her muscles. Meanwhile, Susan felt fuller than she'd ever been, felt her throat bulging obscenely with his girth, felt tears streaming down her face from the effort.

Harry's hips began to move of their own accord, pumping upward slightly as he started to fuck Susan's throat. His nose bumped against her clit with each thrust upward, his tongue pressing deep into her pussy, lapping at her walls and tasting every inch of her sweet cunt.

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" Susan's muffled moans grew louder as Harry's balls slapped against her face with increasing frequency. She could feel them drawing up, could taste the increased flow of pre-cum coating her tongue, could sense his impending orgasm.

But the pleasure building in her own core was becoming too much to ignore. Susan pulled off his cock with a loud, wet pop, gasping for air as her body trembled.

"FUCK! HARRY! YOUR TONGUE!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room and undoubtedly carrying down the hallway. "Oh Merlin, oh Merlin, it feels so fucking good! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

She dove back onto his cock, sucking him with renewed desperation, her massive tits swaying beneath her as she bobbed her head frantically. The obscene sounds of their sixty-nine filled the room, the wet slurping of Susan's mouth on Harry's cock, the lewd squelching of his tongue in her pussy, their muffled moans and gasps of pleasure. Susan's nightie had ridden up completely, bunching around her waist and leaving her massive tits hanging freely, swaying with each movement.

Harry's hands moved from her thighs to her arse, gripping the plump cheeks and spreading them apart. The new angle allowed him to reach even deeper into her pussy, his tongue reaching spots that made Susan see stars. Her thighs began to tremble on either side of his head, her first orgasm approaching rapidly.

Susan pulled off his cock again, her hand pumping his shaft frantically as she threw her head back.

"YES! YES! RIGHT THERE!" she wailed, her voice high and desperate. "I'M GOING TO CUM! OH FUCK, HARRY, I'M GOING TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR FACE!"

"Mmmmph!" Susan's scream dissolved into a strangled moan as she stuffed his cock back in her mouth just as her climax hit her. Her pussy clenched and fluttered against Harry's mouth, gushing her juices as waves of pleasure crashed over her. But she didn't stop sucking, didn't let his cock slip from her throat even as her body convulsed with ecstasy.

The sensation of Susan's orgasm, combined with the relentless sucking and the tight squeeze of her throat, pushed Harry over the edge. With a muffled groan into her pussy, he began to cum, his cock pulsing as it shot rope after rope of hot, thick seed directly down Susan's throat.

Susan's eyes went wide as she felt the first spurt, followed immediately by another, and another, and another. Harry's cum filled her throat, her mouth, coating her tongue with his thick essence. She swallowed frantically, trying to keep up with the sheer volume, but it was impossible. Some leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripping down to coat his balls and the bed beneath them.

Harry's hips continued to pump, fucking his cock deeper into Susan's throat as he emptied his balls. His tongue never stopped working on her pussy, prolonging her orgasm and building her toward another. Susan felt like she was drowning in cum and pleasure, her mind going blank as she focused solely on swallowing everything Harry was giving her.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Harry's cock stopped pulsing, his balls finally emptied. Susan slowly pulled off his length, coughing slightly as she gasped for breath. Thick strands of cum connected her lips to his cock, and more dribbled down her chin.

"Holy fuck," she panted, her voice hoarse from the throat-fucking. "That was—"

"HARRY!"

The sudden shout made both of them freeze. Susan's head whipped around toward the door, and Harry craned his neck to see past her arse.

Standing in the doorway was the entire group of witches, their eyes wide as they took in the scene before them. There was Harry, lying flat on his back with Susan straddling his face. His cock, still semi-hard and glistening with spit and cum, lay against his stomach. And Susan, her nightie bunched around her waist, her massive tits hanging freely, and cum visibly dripping down her chin.

Ginny was grinning like a cat who'd caught a bowtruckle, her arms crossed over her chest. Daphne's eyes were locked onto Harry's cock, her tongue unconsciously darting out to lick her lips. Hermione's face was bright red, though Harry noticed she couldn't seem to look away. Luna had that dreamy expression she always wore, though her hand was suspiciously close to her crotch. Tracey was elbowing Romilda, both of them giggling. Hannah and Lily were both blushing furiously. And at the back, peeking over everyone's shoulders, was a very satisfied-looking Moon, still glowing from her night with Harry.

"I told you lot that the noises weren't coming from the bathroom," Ginny said smugly. "Sounds like Harry decided to have breakfast in bed this morning."

Oh, fuck, Harry thought, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how to explain this. Now I've really done it...

His cock, apparently having no shame whatsoever, twitched enthusiastically under the attention of all nine beautiful witches, already beginning to harden again despite having just finished.

This is going to be a long holiday, Harry thought, though he couldn't quite bring himself to feel bad about it.

Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final, eight year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+, and none of them are related to each other.