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Aches and Pains
Amelia Bones drained a vial of pain potion as she sat at her desk. Rubbing the area between her eyes, she willed the annoying headache to disappear. She knew that wouldn't happen. She'd been having headaches for a while now. The healers couldn't find a plausible explanation as to why they kept coming back. Amelia simply had no choice but to push through and endure.
The best guess that they had was that it was related to the stress that she was constantly under. Her continuous fourteen-hour workdays were starting to get to her. Not only did her head hurt, but she suffered from many more aches and pains throughout her voluptuous body. While it had been affecting her health for a while now, it was now beginning to affect her personal career. She was quick to anger and regularly snapped at people. One day, she feared that she might say the wrong thing to the wrong person. Needless to say, she was at her wit's end. Suddenly, her mind went back to the meeting that she had had the other day.
She had the freshly turned eighteen-year-old, Harry Potter brought in on suspicion of drunken apparition. The fact that he appeared in the waiting room of St. Mungos, vomited all over the place, and apparated away wasn't good enough to charge him, apparently. While in her custody, he weaseled out the knowledge that she was suffering from migraines. She still remembered the cheeky bugger's response.
"Sounds like you're in serious need of getting laid," he smiled smarmily. Amelia wanted to smack the stupid right out of his head. The fact that he may have been right didn't occur to her. Now, she wished she had listened. He told her, in no uncertain terms, that if she was in need of a "good, hard fucking" that she should visit him night or day. At this point, Amelia was willing to try anything.
There was also the fact that she hadn't had any sexual contact with anyone for ages. It had been many years in fact. Not since her last boyfriend, and that was back in 1982. Would getting rutted by a young stud really be so bad? She didn't think so. Hell, she was an independent and successful woman. If a woman like Narcissa Malfoy could have a young stallion as a fuck buddy, then why couldn't she? She liked to think that she was superior to Lady Malfoy in every possible way. She deserved to be happy, healthy, and constantly smiling from all the mind-blowing orgasms she was sure to experience. She had heard of Harry Potter's sexual prowess. It was said that there wasn't a girl in Hogwarts that didn't cum all over his cock. The stories about his cock alone were eye-opening. Many women have said that it was as long and thick as their forearms. Even her niece Susan blushed like mad whenever his name was brought up. She suspected that she had been his bed partner a time or two.
She knew that even though he was teasing her, he would legitimately let her in to "play" so to speak if she were to arrive at his doorstep. She was usually humble, but even she had to say that she was a smoking hot MILF. All that said, did she really want to actually go through with it? The painful bumping in her head practically demanded it. She desperately needed some serious stress relief. Yes, she was going to go through with it. If nothing else, then at least she'd receive some sexual gratification out of the meeting. First, she was going to take a half-day for the first time in forever and get ready to see him.
Aches and Pains
Harry Potter sat on his couch reading a letter sent to him by his favorite Veela. He could smell Fleur's perfume wafting up from the expensive paper that the letter was written on. Fleur had invited him on a little trip that she was planning next month. A week in Greece, then another in Italy, all on her dime. He wasn't going to turn down an opportunity like that! Besides, he'd pay her back in toe-curling orgasms. Harry chuckled to himself as he quickly jotted down a reply and used his owl to send it off back to France.
Harry had planned to go out that night but decided against it. He felt like having a lazy day instead of chasing skirts at the local bar or dance club. Maybe he'd order a pizza and watch a bit of the tele. Sounding like a plan, Harry did just that. Once the pizza arrived, he paid the delivery guy and took it inside of his nice, cozy flat. Popping open a frosty bottle of beer, he took a long swig before putting it down. Opening up the lid, he was instantly hit in the face with the enticing smell of pepperoni and extra cheese. His stomach growled. He was just about to pull a piece out when someone knocked on his door. Curious, he went and answered it.
"Alright, Potter, here's the deal. You're going to throw me on the bed and give me the best fuck of my life. Got a problem with that?" Amelia raised an eyebrow. Harry nearly choked on his own saliva.
"No, not at all," he sputtered. Amelia instantly pushed her way in and dropped her robe. Seeing that his bedroom door was open, she shrugged off her robe and walked in.
Harry watched as her robe fell to the floor. He was able to catch sight of Amelia Bones in only her bra and panties. They were black and lacy and appeared to be part of a set. Removing his clothes as fast as possible, he hurried after the busty beauty. Walking up to her, he tossed her over his shoulder, making the older woman squeal. Her legs were kicking in panic.
"What are you doing?!" she squealed as she tried to hold on and not fall.
"You told me to throw you on the bed. I aim to please," Harry laughed. "Now, stop kicking," he told her, giving her shapely ass a good, hard swat. As her ass rippled from the spank, she calmed down. As he said, he walked up to his bed and tossed her on it. She bounced once before settling down. That was when she got her first look at his cock.
To say that she was impressed was an understatement. It was gargantuan! It was at least twice as big and thick as the biggest she had seen before. She didn't even know that they came that big! Shaking her head, she snapped herself out of her daze. Looking at Harry, she gulped when he began stalking up to her with a hungry look in his eyes. She got to her knees and tried to scoot back, but he just settled in behind her.
"Don't be so shy, Amy," Harry teased, sliding his hands from her belly and moved them up until he cupped her enormous breasts. Amelia gasped and blushed from the way that he toyed with them. Squeezing them, hefting them, and jiggling them, Harry was having a wonderful time playing with the largest set of breasts in the wizarding world. Harry had heard many drunken stories about the famous Bones Bust. He had already experienced Susan's glorious tits, now he was about to explore her aunt's. Unclasping her large bra, he let the straps fall off of her arms as her lovely breasts were exposed.
Amelia moaned heavily as his strong hands cupped her naked breasts. She had always had sensitive nipples, so when his fingers brushed against the hardened nubs, she nearly came on the spot. She was already having a hard time. It had been so long since she had any intimate contact that the slightest bit of pleasure was almost enough to send her over the edge. Suddenly, his lips found the side of her neck, and without thinking, she tilted her head to the side to give him more room to operate. She lifted her hands and reached behind her, snaking her fingers through his hair as he suckled on the tender skin of her neck. His fingers had now found her incredibly hard nipples. He circled his fingers around the rim of her areolas, feeling the tiny bumps along the way. From this alone, Amelia's black, lace panties were completely soaked. She could smell her arousal wafting up from between her legs. She would have been mortified if she hadn't been too horny to care. He was sucking on her neck so hard that she would be surprised if a mark was not there in the morning.
"Spread your legs for me," he suddenly said. Doing what she was told, her knees parted a bit. One of his hands crept down her belly and dipped under the lacey material hiding her soaking wet pussy. Amelia felt his fingers glide between her slick lips, and her back arched when he tapped on her hard clit.
"Did you shave just for me?" Harry teased her. Amelia blushed fiercely because she did indeed shave for the occasion. When she didn't answer, he just pinched her clit and pulled on it a bit. Amelia whimpered pathetically. A woman of her stature demanded respect, and now she was here in the bed of a boy young enough to be her son being turned into a moaning whore with his hands alone. Then out of nowhere, she was flipped onto her back and her last remaining article of clothing was pulled from her dripping pussy and slid down her legs. Her panties were pulled from her feet and tossed aside. She expected him to stick his cock in her, but instead, he surprised her by leaning down and cleaning the wetness from her with his tongue. Her eyes fluttered, and she fell back onto the bed, brushing the hair from her face. Her body spasmed wildly as his tongue dipped into her and tasted her insides. She was so needy that she was desperately trying to stick her clit into his mouth. She needed stimulation badly. Finally pressed against his lips, he latched onto the tiny nub and began wiggling his tongue against it.
"Oh, Morgana!" she cried out, grabbing the back of his head and grinding her squirting pussy against his face. Unable to control herself, she continued to squirt on him as she fucked his tongue. Her orgasm felt as if it would never taper off. Minutes into it, it was still going as strong as ever. Finally, Harry let go of her clit and settled between her spread legs. He looked down and smirked. Looking down, she saw that her pussy was contracting wildly as the orgasm continued to roll through her. Covering her face in embarrassment, she laid back and let him do as he wanted. She heard him chuckle before his fat cock was slipped inside of her fluttering pussy.
Amelia moaned like a complete slut as he bottomed out. Lifting her legs up, she placed them over his shoulders. Leaning forward, Harry bent her body until every thrust was beating on her G-spot. Already cumming on his cock, Amelia screamed out in pleasure as her toes curled and pussy drenched his groin. Every time that his thick, bulbous head would slam into her abused G-spot, a torrent of girl cum with squirt from her pulsating pussy. When he reached down and rubbed her clit, Amelia saw stars as she wailed and flopped around. She could barely see herself spraying Harry's chest with her fluids when she blacked out. It must have been only a minute or so because when she woke up, she was still cumming. Harry grunted and began filling her with his seed. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and trapped him inside. She wanted to be filled as much as possible. Finally, milked dry, Harry pulled out, and Amelia felt his warm cum dripping from her abused hole and rolling down to coat her asshole. Harry flopped down next to her and pulled her in. Kissing her passionately, she quickly returned the kiss. He sucked on her tongue as his hand groped her large tits, and when he broke the kiss, Amelia actually whined. She was really getting into it.
"How's your headache?" he suddenly asked. Amelia's eyes widened.
"It's completely gone!" It was a miracle. One good fuck and she was cured! Had she known, she would have been fucking him for years!
"Good. Now, my pizza is still waiting. I've also got some beer in the fridge. Want some?" he asked as he got up and walked naked back to the kitchen. Amelia wasn't ashamed to say that she was checking out his ass as he walked away. Coming to her senses, she hopped from the bed to get some pizza and beer, leaving her clothes behind. Hopefully, after they ate, Harry would be in the mood to fuck her again, she thought as she chased after him.