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Harry Potter and the Class of Control
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Harry Potter was a wizard. He hadn't known that he was a wizard till his
11th birthday, when he got a letter by owl-post telling him that he'd
been invited to join Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Since
then he'd spent 3 years learning all sorts of wonderful spells and
charms, playing Quidditch (the most popular game in the magic world) and
getting in and out of all sorts of unintended trouble.
Getting back to school for his fourth year, Harry had already met all
his friends, made plans with Ron about what they would by the next time
they were allowed to go to Hogsmead, the nearby village, and gotten into
trouble with Professor Snape. Professor Snape was the Potions teacher
and he hated Harry.
Sitting in class waiting for Professor McGonagall, Harry turned to Ron
and said, "What do you think this class is about?"
This was the only class that was compulsory for all fourth year students.
"Don't know. But going by the number of complaints being raised by the
muggles, I wouldn't be surprised if it's devoted to what we can and
can't do in their presence."
Ron's father worked for the Ministry of Magic and had told Ron that a
very large number of wizards and witches had become very casual about
the use of magic around non-magic people (muggles). Notices had been
published in the Daily Prophet, the wizard's paper, warning magicians to
keep themselves in check.
Harry turned and looked back at the door. "Physical Magic & Control" was
written in magic letters on the door. It didn't read backwards even when
you looked at it from inside the classroom. He was surprised when the
door opened and Hagrid walked in instead of Professor McGonagall.
"Where's McGonagall?" He whispered.
"Right, class" said Professor McGonagall, striding in behind Hagrid and
closing the door. "Is everyone here?"
"There she is," grinned Ron.
Professor McGonagall strode up to the front of the class and stood
behind the desk while Hagrid took a chair in one corner of the room.
Hagrid was the Gamekeeper at Hogwarts and had taken over as the Care of
Magical Creatures professor the previous year. He was a huge man, twice
the size of an ordinary human and, like always, looked out of place
inside a room. Today he was looking more hot and bothered than Harry and
Ron ever remembered seeing him.
"As you can gather from the name of the class, we are going to discuss
various controls and restrictions that all wizards and witches have to
observe" said Professor McGonagall.
"What did I tell you?" whispered Ron.
On the other side of Harry, Hermione turned and glared at Ron who just
grinned and winked at her. Much to Harry's surprise, Hermione blushed
and quickly looked away. This was the second time Harry had caught
Hermione blushing at something Ron had done. He was just about to ask
Ron what he thought the matter was with her when Professor McGonagall
spoke again.
"Regardless of what you may have heard from various sources," this
looking at Ron, "Magic Control Studies is not about what we can or can
not do in the presence of muggles." Ron looked sheepish and turned red
as both Harry and Hermione smiled.
"We will be discussing what we can or can not do in the presence of
other wizards and witches!"
Whispers broke out all over the class. They had never thought that
anything they did or could do was to be held secret from other magic folk.
"Quiet! There is nothing secret about this. Sometimes spells or charms
can go awfully wrong if they are performed when another charm is in
place. It's these combinations of charms and spells you'll have to learn
about. You'll have to learn how to recognize when these charms are in
place and how to remove them, just in case it is of the utmost
importance that you cast your own charm.
"As I'm sure you know, a little knowledge can be a dangerous thing.
Professor Dumbledore has therefore decided to make this class compulsory
for all fourth year students. For the same reason, a full knowledge
spell has been cast on this classroom. This will prevent you from
discussing any of what is taught here outside the class until you have
passed this course. Now, all the spells that we will be discussing here
are physical spells, cast on human bodies, so Professor Hagrid will be
helping me demonstrate them to you. Hagrid, if you please?"
Hagrid got up from his corner and shuffled to the where Professor
McGonagall was standing. Harry was astonished to note that Hagrid was
blushing red. Awful lot of embarrassment going around, he thought to
himself. He looked around. All the students were leaning forward in
their chairs, concentrating on the two professors. Hermione nudged him
in the ribs and he turned back to where Professor McGonagall was standing.
Hagrid was standing with his hands out in front of him. Professor
McGonagall had pushed back her sleeve and was standing with her wand poised.
"What I'm going to demonstrate first is the modify charm. This is used
to alter the size of the body of a body part. Modishrinkus!" The class
gasped as Hagrid huge hands shrank to the size of a normal man's hands.
He looked horrifying, like a normal man with baby hands at the ends of
his arms.
"As you can see, the body part that you choose to modify has to chosen
carefully if you don't want to cause a panic among the muggles. However,
I'm sure if Hagrid needed to get a pin that had rolled under a cupboard,
he'd find temporary use of this charm useful. Now suppose I was to use
the opposite charm on myself." She stuck out her left hand and said,
"Modigrownum!"
Her hand swelled till it was twice its normal size. She reached out and
touched Hagrid who flinched. Nothing happened.
"As you can see, nothing happens if both the charms are localized.
Restorandi!" Both the professors were back to normal, though Hagrid was
beginning to look more and more nervous.
"Now, assume if you will, that I fancy Hagrid," said Professor
McGonagall and blushed. My God, thought Harry, now she's got the blushes.
"Knowing that Hagrid is big and likes his women big (Hagrid was
positively glowing red by now), suppose I use a modify charm on my
breasts. Modigrownum!" Her breasts, already a respectable 36, grew
before their very eyes till they became something like 52. Her gown, not
being part of her body, wasn't charmed and gave way well before her
breasts had reached their full size. Harry could see a huge milky white
cleavage where the gown had torn open. Amazingly, the shape of her
breasts had not altered. They remained as pert as they were before the
charm, holding up the damaged gown.
All the boys in the class looked shell-shocked while most of the girls
looked peeved. Hermione looked positively furious. Harry thought that it
was probably because she was the only girl in the whole class who hadn't
developed any breasts yet. Looking over her shoulder, Harry saw Parvati
Patil hurriedly scribbling the charm on her parchment. Lavender Brown
was whispering furiously under her breath. Harry was sure she was trying
to memorize the charm.
"Now Hagrid doesn't want to hurt me, so he uses a Modishrinkus charm on
himself. Here, Hagrid"
As Hagrid fumbled with his belt, Harry remembered that he had been
expelled from Hogwarts in his third year and so hadn't been taught many
of the charms and spells other magicians knew. He probably didn't know
this charm either, which was why Professor McGonagall was going to do it
for him.
As Hagrid hesitantly brought his cock out, Harry and Ron looked at each
other. No doubt this was embarrassing for Hagrid who at the best of
times was not a great people person. At the collective gasp of the class
they both looked back at Hagrid.
His cock was huge. Being twice the size of a normal man, Harry was
(almost) prepared to see a foot-long cock, twice the girth of a normal
one. But Hagrid's cock was 18 inches long, 10 inches around and
surrounded by a mass of black hair. As he dropped his trousers in his
hurry to cover his crotch, Harry noticed that his balls were the size of
tennis balls, hanging a good four inches below his cock.
"Damn," said Ron, breaking into Harry's thoughts. "He's still growing!"
That was true. While the embarrassment of the first moment had prevented
Hagrid from getting aroused, the fact that 15 girls were staring like
they were looking at the crown jewels had begun to get to Hagrid. He was
beginning to get an erection. The fact that Professor McGonagall had
reached under his cock and was fondling his balls probably also had
something to do with it. Harry looked at Hermione out of the corner of
his eye. She was looking almost catatonic. As he watched, her tip of her
tongue emerged to wet her parted lips.
"You'll have to see Hagrid in a turgid state to see what I mean when I
say that he could hurt me. Also, you must realize that the modify charms
work in different quantum for different witches and wizards. I grow to
about twice my normal size. As you can see, that would clearly not be
enough."
Hagrid's cock was now two and a half feet long and diameter of a normal
man's forearm. It was standing erect like a flag mast, pulsing with his
heartbeat. She stoked it gently, looking almost wistful. Damn, thought
Harry, she wants it that size! Hagrid was looking like a happy puppy.
Professor McGonagall took her hand off Hagrid's cock, stepped back a
couple of feet and lifted her arm to use the shrinking charm. Next to
Harry, Hermione moaned gently. Looking out of the corner of his eye,
Harry couldn't clearly see what she was doing, but he noticed that while
her right hand still held her quill, her left hand was below the table.
"Modishrinkus!"
Hagrid's cock shrank to about three-fourth it's original size, though it
was still bigger than anything Harry could imagine and it was still
erect, pulsing as before. There's no way McGonagall could fuck that,
thought Harry. She'd probably get a torn cunt.
"Observe carefully now. See how placing my hand on his cock, even though
both of us are charmed, has no effect. Placing the two charmed areas
together also causes no ill effect." A casual flick of the wrist and
Professor McGonagall's torn gown slipped off her shoulders, folded
itself and neatly placed itself on the desk ("Damn, that was one to
learn," whispered Ron). She brought her huge tits down on Hagrid's cock,
first gently grazing across it and then grasping her tits with both
hands, rubbing them up and down his cock.
She knelt down in front of Hagrid and leaned back, still pressing her
tits together. Hagrid stood astride her, put his cock in her cleavage
and began fucking her tits. He reached down, grasped her under her
armpits and pulled her higher, all the while fucking like a dog in heat.
The class could see her tits getting slick with sweat. Her hair, tied in
a bun, worked its way loose and hung down to the floor below her.
"No effect whatsoever," Professor McGonagall panted. "Ok, Hagrid, you
can stop now." But Hagrid was beyond listening. Those in the front of
the class could see drops of pre-cum seep jerking out of his cock and
wetting her tits. Like everything else about Hagrid, the pre-cum was far
more than a normal man's. The pre-cum made her tits even slicker and
made her cleavage almost feel like a cunt. As her hands were being
squeezed together by his, she couldn't even let go and release the
tightness. Hagrid felt like he was fucking a teenager's hot, sweet,
cunt. He could feel the cum boiling up from his balls. He shook his hair
out of his eyes and looked down at her.
Recognizing the signs, Professor McGonagall gasped, "Stop, Hagrid,
please. We have to finish the class."
But Hagrid was too close to stop now, even if he wanted to. Throwing his
head back, he let out a bellow and pumped his cum all over her. Her
entire face was covered with cum, her hair was dripping cum and most of
her huge tits were soaking in cum. Harry couldn't be sure, sitting as he
was halfway down the hall, but he thought he'd seen McGonagall open her
mouth and take quite a lot of the jiz down her throat.
Hagrid stood shaking for a while, still holding her by her armpits. Then
he seemed to come back to his senses and mumbling an apology, pulled her
to her feet. Professor McGonagall stood swaying on her feet, seeming a
little shaken by the experience. She bowed her head, staring at the
floor, attempting to regain her balance. But Harry, now that he was
focusing on her mouth, saw her tongue snake out and lap up the cum
around her lips before she raised her head.
Raising her head, Professor McGonagall picking up her wand from the desk
and gave it a little flick. The cum soaking her hair and her face
disappeared. Maybe she didn't notice or maybe she forgot, but the cum on
her tits stayed where it was.
"The shrink charm doesn't affect what's inside, as you would have
noticed. You have to be careful of this. Forgetting this could have
disastrous results. On the other hand, this can also have some positive
side effects. Imagine if I had shrunk Hagrid's head. His tongue would
have remained as long as it is..." She didn't bother to finish her
sentence and Harry noticed that most of the girls were now blushing and
looking down very intently at their desks. At least half the class had
one hand below their desks and what was that pink thing around Lavender
Brown's ankles?
"Now," she said, regaining her composure and looking at Hagrid who was
leaning back against the wall, looking exhausted. His erection had
subsided. "I'll have to teach you something that I was planning to defer
till next week. This spell is useful to bring back (or if the need
occurs) bring up an erection. Erecthium!"
Hagrid gasped and pushed his head back against the wall as his cock
started to rise again. Speaking directly to the girls Professor
McGonagall said, "While this revives his cock, it does not refill his
balls. That means that this time he'll last longer, much longer." All
the girls giggled and looked down, pretending to write the spell on
their pieces of parchment.
Harry turned to crib about this partisan behavior of McGonagall's to Ron
but he saw that Ron had shifted his desk forward and was looking rather
intently at Hermione. Curious, Harry looked over at her and saw that
where at the beginning of the class there had been a flat chest,
Hermione now sported a decent pair of tits. At least 30, by the looks of
them, he thought. To avoid tearing open her gown, she had loosened a
couple of the top hooks. Being almost tit-less as a norm, she wore no
bra beneath her gown. A nice cleavage was visible on her 14-year-old
chest. She would have noticed Harry and Ron staring but she was too busy
admiring her own perky tits. Looking as he was at her, Harry couldn't
help looking beyond her at Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. Now they
were sitting on the same bench and their hands were at each other's
cunts. Damn, he thought, I didn't think that that Lavender was a
lesbian. None of other students seemed to have noticed the move. All
were busy looking at Hagrid and McGonagall at the front of the class.
"So close contact does not do any harm," McGonagall was saying. "Even
extreme contact between two charmed people doesn't do any harm."
She went to her knees again and tried to take Hagrid in her mouth. Being
the size he was she could barely get his cock-head into her widely
stretched mouth. Hagrid groaned and rolled his eyes upwards. You could
see that he was desperately trying to control himself. Any lustful
action now could easily break her jaw. The way he sucked in his stomach,
Harry could imagine Hagrid almost willing himself smaller.
"Nothing happens," mumbled Professor McGonagall between sucks of
Hagrid's cock. But instead of rising to her feet, she continued sucking.
Between sucks she would push the cock down to her tits and collect a bit
of the cum drying there on the cock-head. Then she would take the cock
back in her mouth.
"She's drinking his cum like its butterbeer," whispered Ron in Harry's
ear. Harry nodded and grinned at Ron.
"Listen," whispered Ron, "about Hermione..."
Hermione was good friends with both Ron and Harry. Harry could see that
Ron was troubled by the thought that what he was thinking and hoping to
do may mean the end of their friendship. Harry shook his head. "She's a
friend, that's all. All the best to you. Now Lavender would be a
different matter altogether."
"I'll help you and you help me," said Ron smiling.
"OK"
Professor McGonagall had finally stopped sucking Hagrid. Her tits
weren't clean yet but she could see that Hagrid wouldn't be able to
control himself very much longer and she didn't want a broken jaw. Not
that that would be a bother, Madam Pomfrey could fix broken bones in
less than 10 minutes. She wanted to finish her class and besides, she
still wanted that monster cock in her cunt.
Standing up, she turned to the class and said, "To reiterate: some
charms when used in close conjunction with other specific charms can
cause problems. However, this is not true for all charms. For
example..." She motioned to Hagrid who came and sat on the desk facing
the sidewall. He leaned back, pushed his arms back and grasped the other
end of the desk with his hands. The entire class could see his rampant
cock, standing straight up, waiting for a cunt to come down on it. Which
was exactly what Professor McGonagall had in mind.
"The levitation spell is one of the spells that does no harm." She
flicked her wand and rose up in the air. She kept rising till she was
about five feet in the air. There she sat cross-legged, on thin air. She
mumbled under her breath and slowly started descending. When her cunt
was about a foot above Hagrid's twitching cock-tip she stopped.
"Observe carefully," she said. Then, noticing much of the class had
ducked their heads to see under her thighs she said, "Oh, sorry" and
opened her legs out wide.
"She did that on purpose," said Ron.
"What?" asked Harry, tearing his hungry gaze away from her hairy wet
pussy. He could swear he saw a few drops shining like diamonds in her
hair. "What did you say?"
"That slow-motion opening of her legs. She wants us to look at her thighs."
"Not a bad idea," said Harry, finally focusing on her milky thighs.
"They're worth looking at."
Smooth long legs, not a single hair marring the silky expanse of flesh.
Almost endless legs, stretching from beautiful ankles to end in a sudden
explosion of hair at the crotch. Though Harry had never fucked a woman,
he could easily imagine himself licking, sucking and feeling those
endless legs. And that pussy! He would probably spend an eternity
between those legs, wondering whether to eat it or fuck it.
McGonagall was still hanging in mid-air, sitting with her legs wide
open. When she was sure all the students were looking at her cunt, she
reached down and parted her lips, exposing her pink inner lips. Her clit
stood out like a delicious cherry. Slowly she came down, about to impale
herself of that huge cock that Hagrid was now holding erect. No way that
he's going to fit in that tight cunt, thought Harry.
And he was right. She came down, taking the cock in an inch and stopped.
The boys were too busy hoping that she'd jam herself down but the girls
noticed the quick flicker of pain that flashed across her face.
"That's all I can take without hurting myself. Don't worry, Seamus," in
response to his groan, "you'll see him fill this cunt."
Seamus flushed and looked quickly across at Lavender Brown. Harry
noticed that she was looking at Seamus and smiling. A bolt of anger (or
was it jealously?) passed through Harry. Ron, noticing this little
bye-play, patted Harry on the thigh and said, "Don't worry, if Hermione
is not in love with you, she'll help you with Lavender. And with her
help, anything's possible." Then, remembering that "if," a shadow passed
over his face.
"Don't worry," whispered Harry, "I don't love her."
"Nor do I... But those knockers..."
"Too true," sniggered Harry.
McGonagall had by now floated down to the desk, picked up her wand and
gone back to floating three feet above Hagrid. A quick "Modigrownum", a
flash of her wand at her pussy and the class could see hair starting to
grow higher up her stomach. Then they realized that the hair wasn't
growing, her cunt was becoming bigger. Since she wasn't holding the lips
apart, Harry couldn't see how it had grown but the hair was driving him
wild. I'm a hair man, he decided. Then Professor McGonagall did
something strange. She looked up at the ceiling, muttered a few words,
and suddenly a huge mattress appeared there, stuck to the ceiling!
Without bothering to explain, she floated down again. Reaching down to
part her lips again, she showed to the class a large pussy, one large
enough to take Hagrid's monster. Noticing the faces pulled by a few of
the boys, she smiled and said, "Wait till you see how well it fits now."
Closer she floated, just an inch over Hagrid's cock. She was right, the
cock and cunt looked like they'd been made for each other. Harry could
see that her pussy was dripping wet now, her hair glistening with her
juices. She stopped with her outer cunt lips just holding the cock-head,
Hagrid let his cock go, she flashed a grin at Seamus, and jammed herself
down on the cock!
There was a loud bang and a bright flash. A couple of girls screamed.
Though the flash had blinded Harry, he could hear Hagrid's howl of pain.
He though he'd even heard McGonagall scream. Then there was chaos in the
classroom.
When their eyes adjusted after a few seconds, they saw Hagrid was still
on the desk. He was stretched out flat now but he seemed none the worse
for the wear. Professor McGonagall, on the other hand, had shot straight
up, hit the mattress and was now floating a foot below the ceiling,
passed out.
After a few seconds, Hagrid raised his head, looked at Harry and Ron and
said, "Don' worry, she hit the mattress, she'll come 'round in a minute
or so. No, Hermione, you don' need ter go call the nurse. On'y students
of this course is allowed ter enter this room."
Hearing Hagrid's reassurance, the class resumed their seats and quietly
waited for Professor McGonagall to wake up. Harry noticed that while the
rest of the class was longer masturbating, Parvati and Lavender
apparently couldn't keep their hands off each other's cunts. He couldn't
keep the scowl off his face.
Hermione, noticing him scowl, turned to see what he was looking at and
saw the two girls rapidly fingering each other. Two pairs of panties lay
on the floor and she could easily smell the juices of the two girls,
sitting so close to them. Harry wants one of those two girls, she
thought. A jolt of anger passed through her. Hating the thought of Harry
lusting for some other girl, Hermione sat fuming in her chair. Then,
realizing that she'd never shown to Harry that she cared for him, she
decided to make rapid amends.
Reaching across, she rapidly ran her hand up Harry's thigh and grabbed
his cock. Startled, Harry looked down to see Hermione's hand stroking
his cock to a renewed erection. He looked up at her and saw her smiling
at him with a look of lust in her eyes. He was about to return her smile
when he remembered Ron on the other side of him. Hoping that Ron was
busy looking at Hagrid and McGonagall, he quickly turned to look
straight into Ron's angry eyes. He hurriedly pushed Hermione's hand off
his cock and, ignoring her shocked gasp, struggled to think of something
to say to Ron. But Ron had turned away and was now sliding to the far
end of his bench, as far away from Harry as possible. Before Harry could
begin to come to grips with the simultaneous self-destruction of his
only two friendships, Professor McGonagall woke up.
A low moan from the direction of the roof woke the three friends to the
fact that Professor McGonagall was coming around. Still floating in the
air, Professor McGonagall slowly sat up and rubbed the top of her head.
Then she looked down at the sea of faces looking up at her and said,
"My, that hurt."
With a wry smile she floated back down to the floor. Hagrid was sitting
up by now, looking anxiously at her. He was probably looking for signs
of damage. She smiled and patted his arm.
"I'm fine, Hagrid. How are you?"
"Just a little sore," he said.
"More than a little sore I'm sure, Hagrid. Don't worry, I'll fix it."
She picked up her wand and mumbling rapidly, pointed it at Hagrid.
Something red flashed out of the end of the wand and enveloped Hagrid.
When it dissipated a few seconds later, Hagrid had lost his pallor. The
hint of pain visible in his eyes had also disappeared.
Turning the wand towards herself, Professor McGonagall cast the same
spell again. A few seconds later she shook her head and said, "That's
better."
"Though Hagrid is very good at controlling his pain, I'm sure all of you
remember my scream when he penetrated me. Or rather," she smiled coyly,
"I impaled myself."
A few titters from the students and the shell of palpable anxiety was
broken. A few of the students took a deep breath and shook their heads,
as if clearing away the cobwebs. Now that both the Professors seemed to
be unhurt, the boys went back to concentrating on McGonagall's awesome
breasts. The girls, however, had to make do with Hagrid's flaccid cock.
"When a shrink charm meets a grow charm, an explosion is inevitable.
Therefore, you must carefully examine your partner before attempting any
sex in a modified state. Observe the slight blue glow around Hagrid's
cock." All the girls leaned forward as Professor McGonagall picked up
Hagrid's cock and started stroking it again.
She pulled a dark piece of board from the desk drawer and held it behind
Hagrid's cock so that the glow was clearly visible against the dark
background.
"Of course, you can't carry a piece of board with you every time you
want to meet a wizard," she paused as a few of the girls giggled again,
"but you'll learn to recognize the glow. With practice, a lot of practice."
Turning sideways, she pushed out her tits and angled the board so that
the pink glow surrounding her breasts was clearly visible. Many hands
dived back under the desks.
"Remember that a pink glow means a growth charm is in place while a blue
glow shows a shrink charm. Of course," she put down the board and faced
the class, "dealing with a cunt brings its own problems: How do you put
a board behind a cunt?"
Now all eyes were glued to her cunt and all the students had at least
one hand below the desk.
"If the witch is a brunette, as I am, a glow can be seen by the
discerning eye against the pubic hair." She brought her legs together
forming a dark, furry V at her crotch. Harry could see a slight pink
glow there.
"Of course, most witches would have use a shrink charm thus creating a
blue glow. A blue glow is more visible than the pink glow.
"This brings me to the most common form of such disasters: The wizard
uses a growth charm while the witch uses a shrink charm. Being, as they
are, opposing charms, the results can be disastrous. Far worse than what
happened to us."
She went back to stroking Hagrid's cock, which was beginning to droop
again from the lack of attention. Hagrid sat up again and returned to
the pose he was in before the explosion. He threw his head back and
closed his eyes. He was enjoying the gentle ministrations.
"If you notice that a charm is in place and you don't want to remove
either of the two charms, as in our case, you can use a 'Prophylaxis'
spell. This form a sort of sheathe around each of the partners thus
actually preventing any bodily contact. The downside of this is that
feeling is reduced and the pleasure is not so great. The upside to that
is that the sex lasts much longer."
Hagrid was fully erect again so scooping up her wand; Professor
McGonagall cast the Prophylaxis spell. A silvery blue film grew out of
the wand and, splitting into two, completely surrounded each of the
professors. It took the form of the two so that both now had a silvery
glow surrounding them. When it came out of the wand Harry had thought
that it looked like plastic, but now when it had spread all over, it
looked just like a charm glow.
Another levitation spell and Professor McGonagall was floating in the
air again. Resuming her earlier spread-legged position, she reached down
and parted her cunt-lips again. Down she floated, gentle as a mist
settling in a valley. There was no pause this time at the cock-head. As
soon as Hagrid's cock had entered her cunt, she released her cunt-lips,
stretched her arms up and out and let out a joyful moan. Even with the
sheath on, she was enjoying this. Hagrid let go of his cock and leaned
back to grab the desk again. His eyes were closed but all could see that
he was enjoying this just as much as she was.
Down she came, down, down. Two inches, six inches, 10 inches - that cock
was sliding into her pussy like a greased pole. When just four inches
remained visible, she paused. Then with a deep-throated moan, slid down
and took him completely inside her. There was a heartbeat of complete
silence; no one moved at all, the whole school seem to be holding its
breath. Then she began to move. Slowly the cock emerged from her furry
pussy, glistening with her juices. A pause when the cock was half out
and then the push down started again. Harry suddenly realized that she
was doing all this with magic. Except for her cunt hungrily sucking at
Hagrid's cock, she was not touching him at all. She was still floating
in air.
The smell of Professor McGonagall's pussy was spreading across the room.
At the desk she continued to move on Hagrid's cock while the class
watched with rapt attention.
Then she brought her hands down and reached for Hagrid's face. Sensing
her reaching out for him, Hagrid opened his eyes and raised his head.
She gently took his face in her hands and began stroking his beard,
looking deep into her eyes. Harry had never seen Hagrid look so solemn
before. Oh my God, he thought, they love each other.
As if in confirmation of Harry's thoughts, Professor McGonagall pulled
Hagrid's face close to hers and planted a deep kiss on his lips. Then,
grasping his shoulders, she began pounding down on his cock. It looked
as if she wanted to take as much of Hagrid inside her as possible.
The squelching sounds of Professor McGonagall's pussy pounding on
Hagrid's cock could be heard clearly all around the class. Responding to
the naked, overpowering lust before their eyes, several boys and girls
began pairing up with each other. Next to Hermione, Parvati and Lavender
were almost making as much noise as McGonagall and Hagrid. However, four
students had not yet moved. Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting still,
held immobile by the pressure of their respective heartbreaks and Seamus
was apparently undecided about interrupting Parvati and Lavender.
All over the class hands were groping under gowns and bras. At least two
girls were getting their tits sucked while one was down on her knees
sucking a boy's cock like a lollipop. Almost everyone was drowning in
the flood of lust being released by the two professors.
Strangely enough, it was Professor McGonagall herself who noticed the
disaster in the making. Her piercing shriek of 'NO!' froze everyone like
they had been turned to stone. "Dean," she said, still holding Hagrid's
head between her breasts, "don't put your cock in Neville's arse. Sodomy
between wizards, even without the use of charms, would set off an
explosion so large that it would probably destroy the entire room."
Shocked, the entire class turned towards the back of the room where a
red-faced Neville was down on his hands and knees while Dean stood ready
to put a decently sized cock in his arse.
"I never thought that Dean would be gay," whispered Ron. Then, realizing
that his whisper had carried to everyone in the room and hoping to
prevent the realization of the implication of his words from dawning on
Neville, turned to Professor McGonagall and said in an unnaturally loud
voice, "But Parvati and Lavender have been fingering each other for the
past fifteen minutes and nothing has happened."
Professor McGonagall lifted herself off Hagrid's cock. A slick sucking
sound followed by a loud pop told the class how tight the fit had been.
She stood in front of the desk facing the class. Hagrid got off the desk
and stood next to her.
"That's because, Mr. Weasley, what they are doing is not sodomy. Even if
Dean were to frig Neville nothing would happen. But were Dean to try and
give Neville a blowjob or anything more... intimate, they would end up
killing themselves. Go on, Dean: frig Neville."
Realizing that Professor McGonagall was trying to revive Neville's
shaken self-respect, Dean reached around and started frigging his cock.
Slowly but surely, Neville's cock regained erection and was soon
standing up to its full length of 4 inches. Fearing future derisive
comments from the other more fortunate boys, Professor McGonagall turned
to Parvati and said, "Suck his cock, Ms. Patil."
Parvati Patil pulled a face but fearing the adverse consequences if she
disobeyed a teacher, went down on her knees before Neville. Within a
minute, Neville was glowing red and looked ready to explode.
Satisfied that Neville's bruised ego was on the mend, Professor
McGonagall turned to the rest of the class.
"Only sodomy between wizards is dangerous. Dean, come around behind Miss
Patil and stick your cock in her arse."
Hearing these words, Parvati looked up aghast at Professor McGonagall.
The fear was obvious on her face. Professor McGonagall walked up to her
and said in a gentle voice "Don't worry. Parvati. A growth charm will
ensure that he doesn't hurt you. However, I suggest you stop sucking
Neville for a moment."
A few of the students noticed that Neville was almost about to burst
into tears from frustration but Professor McGonagall was looking down at
Parvati's who was still kneeling on all her fours.
"Modigrownum!"
There was a noticeable change in the size of Parvati's butt. From the
pert, almost boyish, behind of a 14-year-old girl, it developed into the
well-rounded butt of a young woman.
All the students crowded around to get a better view of Dean putting his
cock into Parvati's arse. Dean bent down to lift up her gown and expose
her arse. In the hushed silence of 15 lustful boys and 15 scared girls,
a well-rounded pair of butt-cheeks came into view. Dean couldn't control
himself. Before anybody could say anything, he had grabbed both the
butt-cheeks and was kneading them like a madman. He knelt down between
Parvati's legs to get a better grip on her arse. The way he was prying
and parting her cheeks, Harry suspected that he was also hoping to get a
view of her pussy while he was down there.
Professor McGonagall was maintaining a clinical tone all this while:
"You will notice that that while Miss Parvati's bottom is now the size
of a young woman's bottom, it retains the firmness of her true age. Her
skin tone has not changed, the texture has not changed and, had I used
the charm on her pussy, the pubic hair growth would not have changed."
Dean took this as an invitation to check Parvati's pussy for pubic hair.
He bent down close to her arse and parted her cheeks as wide as they
would go. Parvati, who was enjoying this close attention being paid to
her arse by a cute boy, spread her knees further apart to give him
better access to her arse-hole.
Professor McGonagall misread Dean's intention and encouraged him by word
and deed.
"That's good, Dean," she said, patting him on the shoulder, "lick her
arse and make it wet. No matter how large the charm makes the arse-hole,
a little lubrication always helps."
This was a course of action that had simply not occurred to Dean. But he
was a butt-man and an unbiased one at that. He had wanted to put his
dick in Neville's arse and now he wanted to put it deep in Parvati's
arse. He attacked her arse-hole with gusto. Within moments Parvati was
writhing and moaning in ecstasy. After a minute of this, Dean looked up
at Professor McGonagall for permission and, getting the nod, extricated
his cock from the folds of his gown in a flash. Placing his cock-head at
the opening of Parvati's arse-hole, he looked up again for confirmation.
Before the professor could say anything, Parvati pushed back with all
her might. A scream of pain broke from her lips but before it could die
down it had metamorphosed into a moan of pleasure as she felt Dean's
cock throbbing deep inside her arse.
Dean was in heaven. Holding her arse like it was a semi-precious piece
of porcelain - firmly but not roughly - he started working his cock in
and out of her tight arse-hole. He couldn't believe he was holding and
fucking this sexy, girl-firm, woman-sized arse.
"Dean," said Professor McGonagall, bringing him back to earth, "Stop for
a moment. Now, be prepared for a slight shock." She motioned to Neville,
who was still standing in front of Parvati holding his dick in his hand,
to move closer.
"Parvati, take Neville in your mouth again."
Parvati reached up, grabbed Neville's arse and pulled him close. Opening
her mouth wide, she tried to take all 4 inches of cock into her mouth.
So long as her mouth was wide open, nothing happened. But the moment she
closed her lips and gave Neville his first suck, the blinding flash was
repeated. Only this time Harry could have sworn he had heard two explosions.
As he shook his head to clear his ears, he heard McGonagall telling the
students that everything was fine and there was nothing to worry about.
He looked down to see Dean still holding Parvati's butt, his mouth
hanging open and his eyes round as saucers. His cock was completely out
of her arse and smoke was seeping out of her distended arse-hole.
Parvati's butt had returned to its former shape and size. At the other
end, Parvati had slapped her hand over her mouth as if she had just
bitten her tongue. There was smoke leaking out between her fingers and
her face was dripping with cum. Neville was standing a step away from
her holding his balls with both his hands. The look on his face was a
comical combination of release and pain. The explosion had been the
final push and he had come all over Parvati's face.
Before anyone could say anything, Professor McGonagall had cast the
pain-relieving spell over all three. The entire class breathed a sigh of
relief when the pain cleared from the three students' faces.
Resuming her clinical tone, Professor McGonagall said, "Parvati acted as
the conduit between the two wizards. The damage would have been much
worse but for the growth charm on her bottom. The charm took the entire
force of the short-circuit and was destroyed in the process. That is why
she is smoking - that's all that remains of the charm. This should drive
home the point I'm trying to make: intimate contact between two wizards
is dangerous!"
Turning on her heel she walked back to where Hagrid was standing. When
she reached the desk she turned and addressed the class again, "We'll
take a five minute break to allow everyone to recover their breath."
She noticed that her wand had rolled off the desk and bent down to pick
it up. This was a mistake. She had gotten off Hagrid when he was just
about to cum and he had spent the past 15 minutes trying to control his
frustration. McGonagall's beautiful arse with it's wrinkled brown hole
winking at him filled him with a sudden lusty passion. He quickly
grabbed her arse and placed his cock-head at the entrance of her nether
hole. He was quick but McGonagall was quicker. Realizing that Hagrid's
cock would tear her hole open, she quickly cast a growth spell on her
butt. Hagrid pushed and with only the slightest resistance, buried his
cock deep inside her.
The two professors moan of satisfaction echoed in the class. Completely
oblivious to the stares of the students, Hagrid started to butt-fuck
Professor McGonagall. Now that he was in her beautiful arse, the urgency
was replaced by a desire to have a long enjoyable fuck. He knew that she
relished a slow build-up and he was enough of a gentleman to want to
give her what she wanted.
Holding her milky white ample hips in his hands, he would pull his cock
out slowly. When he was almost fully out of her, he would push back till
he was buried deeply again. McGonagall had braced herself against the
desk and was pushing back in time with Hagrid's thrusts. Her huge
breasts were jiggling in time with their fucking and soon the students
could hear Hagrid's balls slapping against her pussy.
On the floor of the classroom, Dean and Parvati watched this lusty scene
with interest. Then they looked at each other and understanding flashed
between them. With a small nod, Parvati began pushing back against
Dean's erection. All he had to do was hold it straight. When his
cock-head popped past her arse-ring, she paused to allow her butt to get
accustomed to his cock. Then she looked back at Dean and nodded again.
This was the signal for Dean to take over. Aware that she was
experiencing a little pain, he pushed his cock deeper one slow inch at a
time. Deeper and deeper entered his cock. Halfway in, he stopped in
response to a quiet gasp from Parvati. Parvati was experiencing a
combination of pain and pleasure. Her arse throbbed around Dean's solid
cock. Hoping to easy Dean's entry, she tried alternatively squeezing and
relaxing her arse-ring. The delicious pressure was too much for Dean and
he shot his cum deep in her.
Parvati gasped as she felt Dean's hot cum fill up her arse. She pushed
back to take him deeper inside and the slickness provided by his cum
allowed his cock to slip deep inside her arse. When he hit bottom he
paused for a second and then Parvati said, "Ok, Dean, fuck me. Fuck me
hard before you lose your erection."
There was no way Dean was going to lose his erection now that that
erection was deep inside the butt of a beautiful girl who was begging
him to fuck her. Pausing only to grasp her hips, he began a steadily
quickening pounding of her butt-hole. Gasping with pleasure, Parvati
pushed back with equal force.
Reaching around her, Dean started fingering her clit. This sent her to
new heights of ecstasy. The sounds of his cock wetly slapping in her ass
began to drown out the sounds of Hagrid pounding McGonagall's arse.
Realizing that Harry was responding to Parvati's fuck with pure lust and
without anger, Hermione realized that it was Lavender that he desired.
Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, she got up, walked around the
pair fucking on the floor and dropped to her knees in front of Lavender.
Lavender was quick to the uptake and pulled up her gown in a flash. Her
blond pussy was exposed to the hungry eyes of Hermione and, behind her,
Harry and Ron.
Doing her best to spite Harry as much as she could, she fingered
Lavender's pussy for a while, pulling her outer lips apart so that her
silky inner treasures were visible to Harry's hungry eyes. Still holding
her lips open, Hermione started kissing Lavender's white thighs.
Starting at the knees, she alternatively kissed and sucking each thigh,
working her way up to Lavender's crotch. Lavender started buckling her
knees, trying to get Hermione's mouth to her cunt. Deciding that it was
time to really give Harry the burn, Hermione pushed Lavender so that she
fell back on her seat. Completely hiding Lavender's pussy from Harry's
eyes with her body, she began sucking Lavender with gusto.
First she stuck her tongue deep inside Lavender's silky cunt. Rapidly
flicking in and out like a snake's tongue, she worked Lavender up to a
fever pitch. Then she shifted her attention to Lavender's delicate clit,
which was so swollen and pink, it was almost begging for attention.
Quickly pursing her lips she sucked the thumb of flesh into her mouth.
Grasping the clit in her velvet vice she rapidly began flicking her
tongue across it. Lavender could only take a minute of this exquisite
torture before she soaked Hermione's mouth in a gush of pussy-juice.
Harry saw Hermione push Lavender down onto her seat. He saw her glue her
mouth to that beautiful blond pussy that he wanted to fuck so much. He
also saw Hermione's arse, waggling at him, almost inviting him to lift
her gown and put his painfully erect cock in her pussy. Much as he
wanted to do just that - an image of her awesome new tits flashed across
his eyes - he also knew that such an action would irreparably destroy
his friendship with Ron.
After a minute's indecision, he leaned over to Ron and said, "What are
you waiting for? McGonagall said that only intimate contact between
wizards is dangerous. A threesome with two witches is not banned."
"You want me to just grab her and start fucking her? She won't be ready
for me - I'd just hurt her."
Harry pointed down at the floor beneath Hermione's seat. There was a
pair of black panties lying there.
"She was fingering herself earlier. Her pussy is nice and ready. Think
about it, Ron. Beneath that gown is a wet, naked pussy that you want to
fuck. Go ahead."
"What about you?" asked Ron.
"She thinks she likes me but I know that she likes us both equally. Once
you get you big cock inside her - fuck her gently, please - she get over
the anger she has for me."
"Don't you want to fuck her?"
"There's always tomorrow, my friend," said Harry. "With her and your
permission, of course," he added hurriedly. "Go on, she just made
Lavender cum."
Ron didn't need to be told twice. In a thrice he was standing over
Hermione and lifting her gown. Hermione was so engrossed in sucking up
Lavender's sweet pussy juice, she didn't even notice Ron flick her gown
on her back and line his cock with her pussy.
Without waiting a second, Ron parted her arse-cheeks and pushed his cock
inside her cunt. Harry was right. She was wet and ready. With only a
minor pause at her hymen, he was complete inside her.
The sudden searing pain in her pussy caused Hermione to jerk her head to
quickly off Lavender's pussy that she almost fell. Only Ron's strong
hands held her up. She looked back to see who had invaded her pussy and
saw Ron's concerned face close to hers.
"I'm sorry I hurt you, Hermione. I love you, baby," said Ron.
Never doubting for a second Ron's words, Hermione blinked back her
tears. Forcing a smile on her face she said, "You didn't hurt me much
but you should have warned me. I would have gladly fucked you. Now that
you're already inside me, why don't you finish what you started?"
Ron bent over and kissed the back of her neck.
"Your wish is my command, baby."
Taking care to fuck slowly as he was sure she was still feeling the
pain, Ron started fucking her pussy. It was tight, it was hot, and it
was everything Ron could have wanted a pussy to be. What more could he
ask for? Of course! Those tits! He under her into her gown and grasped
those firm breasts that had initially ignited his lust for her. Locating
her nipples, he squeezed them between thumb and finger. Hermione moaned
and tried to increase the pace of their fucking. She was approaching her
orgasm and she was sure it was going to be a big one.
Hermione's stumble had removed her from in front of Lavender. There was
nothing between Harry's cock and Lavender's beautiful blond pussy. She
was still shaking from her orgasm aftershocks. Harry could see sweet
pussy juice dripping down from her cunt on to the chair. Deciding to
precede the fucking with a bit of sucking, he went down on his knees
between Lavender's legs and started eating her out.
Lavender lifted her head to see who was eating her pussy now. It surely
didn't feel like Hermione or Parvati. At first, all she could discern
was a boy's head. Then the boy lifted his head to flash her a quick
smile. It was Harry Potter! She liked him but she had kind of hoped it
would be Seamus. She was about to look around for Seamus when Harry
stood up, his cock in his hand, erect and ready for action. Harry was
easily six inches and throbbing with energy.
What the fuck, Seamus can always wait for another day, she thought - and
parted her legs wider.
Harry Potter and the Class of Control
**
Harry Potter was a wizard. He hadn't known that he was a wizard till his
11th birthday, when he got a letter by owl-post telling him that he'd
been invited to join Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Since
then he'd spent 3 years learning all sorts of wonderful spells and
charms, playing Quidditch (the most popular game in the magic world) and
getting in and out of all sorts of unintended trouble.
Getting back to school for his fourth year, Harry had already met all
his friends, made plans with Ron about what they would by the next time
they were allowed to go to Hogsmead, the nearby village, and gotten into
trouble with Professor Snape. Professor Snape was the Potions teacher
and he hated Harry.
Sitting in class waiting for Professor McGonagall, Harry turned to Ron
and said, "What do you think this class is about?"
This was the only class that was compulsory for all fourth year students.
"Don't know. But going by the number of complaints being raised by the
muggles, I wouldn't be surprised if it's devoted to what we can and
can't do in their presence."
Ron's father worked for the Ministry of Magic and had told Ron that a
very large number of wizards and witches had become very casual about
the use of magic around non-magic people (muggles). Notices had been
published in the Daily Prophet, the wizard's paper, warning magicians to
keep themselves in check.
Harry turned and looked back at the door. "Physical Magic & Control" was
written in magic letters on the door. It didn't read backwards even when
you looked at it from inside the classroom. He was surprised when the
door opened and Hagrid walked in instead of Professor McGonagall.
"Where's McGonagall?" He whispered.
"Right, class" said Professor McGonagall, striding in behind Hagrid and
closing the door. "Is everyone here?"
"There she is," grinned Ron.
Professor McGonagall strode up to the front of the class and stood
behind the desk while Hagrid took a chair in one corner of the room.
Hagrid was the Gamekeeper at Hogwarts and had taken over as the Care of
Magical Creatures professor the previous year. He was a huge man, twice
the size of an ordinary human and, like always, looked out of place
inside a room. Today he was looking more hot and bothered than Harry and
Ron ever remembered seeing him.
"As you can gather from the name of the class, we are going to discuss
various controls and restrictions that all wizards and witches have to
observe" said Professor McGonagall.
"What did I tell you?" whispered Ron.
On the other side of Harry, Hermione turned and glared at Ron who just
grinned and winked at her. Much to Harry's surprise, Hermione blushed
and quickly looked away. This was the second time Harry had caught
Hermione blushing at something Ron had done. He was just about to ask
Ron what he thought the matter was with her when Professor McGonagall
spoke again.
"Regardless of what you may have heard from various sources," this
looking at Ron, "Magic Control Studies is not about what we can or can
not do in the presence of muggles." Ron looked sheepish and turned red
as both Harry and Hermione smiled.
"We will be discussing what we can or can not do in the presence of
other wizards and witches!"
Whispers broke out all over the class. They had never thought that
anything they did or could do was to be held secret from other magic folk.
"Quiet! There is nothing secret about this. Sometimes spells or charms
can go awfully wrong if they are performed when another charm is in
place. It's these combinations of charms and spells you'll have to learn
about. You'll have to learn how to recognize when these charms are in
place and how to remove them, just in case it is of the utmost
importance that you cast your own charm.
"As I'm sure you know, a little knowledge can be a dangerous thing.
Professor Dumbledore has therefore decided to make this class compulsory
for all fourth year students. For the same reason, a full knowledge
spell has been cast on this classroom. This will prevent you from
discussing any of what is taught here outside the class until you have
passed this course. Now, all the spells that we will be discussing here
are physical spells, cast on human bodies, so Professor Hagrid will be
helping me demonstrate them to you. Hagrid, if you please?"
Hagrid got up from his corner and shuffled to the where Professor
McGonagall was standing. Harry was astonished to note that Hagrid was
blushing red. Awful lot of embarrassment going around, he thought to
himself. He looked around. All the students were leaning forward in
their chairs, concentrating on the two professors. Hermione nudged him
in the ribs and he turned back to where Professor McGonagall was standing.
Hagrid was standing with his hands out in front of him. Professor
McGonagall had pushed back her sleeve and was standing with her wand poised.
"What I'm going to demonstrate first is the modify charm. This is used
to alter the size of the body of a body part. Modishrinkus!" The class
gasped as Hagrid huge hands shrank to the size of a normal man's hands.
He looked horrifying, like a normal man with baby hands at the ends of
his arms.
"As you can see, the body part that you choose to modify has to chosen
carefully if you don't want to cause a panic among the muggles. However,
I'm sure if Hagrid needed to get a pin that had rolled under a cupboard,
he'd find temporary use of this charm useful. Now suppose I was to use
the opposite charm on myself." She stuck out her left hand and said,
"Modigrownum!"
Her hand swelled till it was twice its normal size. She reached out and
touched Hagrid who flinched. Nothing happened.
"As you can see, nothing happens if both the charms are localized.
Restorandi!" Both the professors were back to normal, though Hagrid was
beginning to look more and more nervous.
"Now, assume if you will, that I fancy Hagrid," said Professor
McGonagall and blushed. My God, thought Harry, now she's got the blushes.
"Knowing that Hagrid is big and likes his women big (Hagrid was
positively glowing red by now), suppose I use a modify charm on my
breasts. Modigrownum!" Her breasts, already a respectable 36, grew
before their very eyes till they became something like 52. Her gown, not
being part of her body, wasn't charmed and gave way well before her
breasts had reached their full size. Harry could see a huge milky white
cleavage where the gown had torn open. Amazingly, the shape of her
breasts had not altered. They remained as pert as they were before the
charm, holding up the damaged gown.
All the boys in the class looked shell-shocked while most of the girls
looked peeved. Hermione looked positively furious. Harry thought that it
was probably because she was the only girl in the whole class who hadn't
developed any breasts yet. Looking over her shoulder, Harry saw Parvati
Patil hurriedly scribbling the charm on her parchment. Lavender Brown
was whispering furiously under her breath. Harry was sure she was trying
to memorize the charm.
"Now Hagrid doesn't want to hurt me, so he uses a Modishrinkus charm on
himself. Here, Hagrid"
As Hagrid fumbled with his belt, Harry remembered that he had been
expelled from Hogwarts in his third year and so hadn't been taught many
of the charms and spells other magicians knew. He probably didn't know
this charm either, which was why Professor McGonagall was going to do it
for him.
As Hagrid hesitantly brought his cock out, Harry and Ron looked at each
other. No doubt this was embarrassing for Hagrid who at the best of
times was not a great people person. At the collective gasp of the class
they both looked back at Hagrid.
His cock was huge. Being twice the size of a normal man, Harry was
(almost) prepared to see a foot-long cock, twice the girth of a normal
one. But Hagrid's cock was 18 inches long, 10 inches around and
surrounded by a mass of black hair. As he dropped his trousers in his
hurry to cover his crotch, Harry noticed that his balls were the size of
tennis balls, hanging a good four inches below his cock.
"Damn," said Ron, breaking into Harry's thoughts. "He's still growing!"
That was true. While the embarrassment of the first moment had prevented
Hagrid from getting aroused, the fact that 15 girls were staring like
they were looking at the crown jewels had begun to get to Hagrid. He was
beginning to get an erection. The fact that Professor McGonagall had
reached under his cock and was fondling his balls probably also had
something to do with it. Harry looked at Hermione out of the corner of
his eye. She was looking almost catatonic. As he watched, her tip of her
tongue emerged to wet her parted lips.
"You'll have to see Hagrid in a turgid state to see what I mean when I
say that he could hurt me. Also, you must realize that the modify charms
work in different quantum for different witches and wizards. I grow to
about twice my normal size. As you can see, that would clearly not be
enough."
Hagrid's cock was now two and a half feet long and diameter of a normal
man's forearm. It was standing erect like a flag mast, pulsing with his
heartbeat. She stoked it gently, looking almost wistful. Damn, thought
Harry, she wants it that size! Hagrid was looking like a happy puppy.
Professor McGonagall took her hand off Hagrid's cock, stepped back a
couple of feet and lifted her arm to use the shrinking charm. Next to
Harry, Hermione moaned gently. Looking out of the corner of his eye,
Harry couldn't clearly see what she was doing, but he noticed that while
her right hand still held her quill, her left hand was below the table.
"Modishrinkus!"
Hagrid's cock shrank to about three-fourth it's original size, though it
was still bigger than anything Harry could imagine and it was still
erect, pulsing as before. There's no way McGonagall could fuck that,
thought Harry. She'd probably get a torn cunt.
"Observe carefully now. See how placing my hand on his cock, even though
both of us are charmed, has no effect. Placing the two charmed areas
together also causes no ill effect." A casual flick of the wrist and
Professor McGonagall's torn gown slipped off her shoulders, folded
itself and neatly placed itself on the desk ("Damn, that was one to
learn," whispered Ron). She brought her huge tits down on Hagrid's cock,
first gently grazing across it and then grasping her tits with both
hands, rubbing them up and down his cock.
She knelt down in front of Hagrid and leaned back, still pressing her
tits together. Hagrid stood astride her, put his cock in her cleavage
and began fucking her tits. He reached down, grasped her under her
armpits and pulled her higher, all the while fucking like a dog in heat.
The class could see her tits getting slick with sweat. Her hair, tied in
a bun, worked its way loose and hung down to the floor below her.
"No effect whatsoever," Professor McGonagall panted. "Ok, Hagrid, you
can stop now." But Hagrid was beyond listening. Those in the front of
the class could see drops of pre-cum seep jerking out of his cock and
wetting her tits. Like everything else about Hagrid, the pre-cum was far
more than a normal man's. The pre-cum made her tits even slicker and
made her cleavage almost feel like a cunt. As her hands were being
squeezed together by his, she couldn't even let go and release the
tightness. Hagrid felt like he was fucking a teenager's hot, sweet,
cunt. He could feel the cum boiling up from his balls. He shook his hair
out of his eyes and looked down at her.
Recognizing the signs, Professor McGonagall gasped, "Stop, Hagrid,
please. We have to finish the class."
But Hagrid was too close to stop now, even if he wanted to. Throwing his
head back, he let out a bellow and pumped his cum all over her. Her
entire face was covered with cum, her hair was dripping cum and most of
her huge tits were soaking in cum. Harry couldn't be sure, sitting as he
was halfway down the hall, but he thought he'd seen McGonagall open her
mouth and take quite a lot of the jiz down her throat.
Hagrid stood shaking for a while, still holding her by her armpits. Then
he seemed to come back to his senses and mumbling an apology, pulled her
to her feet. Professor McGonagall stood swaying on her feet, seeming a
little shaken by the experience. She bowed her head, staring at the
floor, attempting to regain her balance. But Harry, now that he was
focusing on her mouth, saw her tongue snake out and lap up the cum
around her lips before she raised her head.
Raising her head, Professor McGonagall picking up her wand from the desk
and gave it a little flick. The cum soaking her hair and her face
disappeared. Maybe she didn't notice or maybe she forgot, but the cum on
her tits stayed where it was.
"The shrink charm doesn't affect what's inside, as you would have
noticed. You have to be careful of this. Forgetting this could have
disastrous results. On the other hand, this can also have some positive
side effects. Imagine if I had shrunk Hagrid's head. His tongue would
have remained as long as it is..." She didn't bother to finish her
sentence and Harry noticed that most of the girls were now blushing and
looking down very intently at their desks. At least half the class had
one hand below their desks and what was that pink thing around Lavender
Brown's ankles?
"Now," she said, regaining her composure and looking at Hagrid who was
leaning back against the wall, looking exhausted. His erection had
subsided. "I'll have to teach you something that I was planning to defer
till next week. This spell is useful to bring back (or if the need
occurs) bring up an erection. Erecthium!"
Hagrid gasped and pushed his head back against the wall as his cock
started to rise again. Speaking directly to the girls Professor
McGonagall said, "While this revives his cock, it does not refill his
balls. That means that this time he'll last longer, much longer." All
the girls giggled and looked down, pretending to write the spell on
their pieces of parchment.
Harry turned to crib about this partisan behavior of McGonagall's to Ron
but he saw that Ron had shifted his desk forward and was looking rather
intently at Hermione. Curious, Harry looked over at her and saw that
where at the beginning of the class there had been a flat chest,
Hermione now sported a decent pair of tits. At least 30, by the looks of
them, he thought. To avoid tearing open her gown, she had loosened a
couple of the top hooks. Being almost tit-less as a norm, she wore no
bra beneath her gown. A nice cleavage was visible on her 14-year-old
chest. She would have noticed Harry and Ron staring but she was too busy
admiring her own perky tits. Looking as he was at her, Harry couldn't
help looking beyond her at Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. Now they
were sitting on the same bench and their hands were at each other's
cunts. Damn, he thought, I didn't think that that Lavender was a
lesbian. None of other students seemed to have noticed the move. All
were busy looking at Hagrid and McGonagall at the front of the class.
"So close contact does not do any harm," McGonagall was saying. "Even
extreme contact between two charmed people doesn't do any harm."
She went to her knees again and tried to take Hagrid in her mouth. Being
the size he was she could barely get his cock-head into her widely
stretched mouth. Hagrid groaned and rolled his eyes upwards. You could
see that he was desperately trying to control himself. Any lustful
action now could easily break her jaw. The way he sucked in his stomach,
Harry could imagine Hagrid almost willing himself smaller.
"Nothing happens," mumbled Professor McGonagall between sucks of
Hagrid's cock. But instead of rising to her feet, she continued sucking.
Between sucks she would push the cock down to her tits and collect a bit
of the cum drying there on the cock-head. Then she would take the cock
back in her mouth.
"She's drinking his cum like its butterbeer," whispered Ron in Harry's
ear. Harry nodded and grinned at Ron.
"Listen," whispered Ron, "about Hermione..."
Hermione was good friends with both Ron and Harry. Harry could see that
Ron was troubled by the thought that what he was thinking and hoping to
do may mean the end of their friendship. Harry shook his head. "She's a
friend, that's all. All the best to you. Now Lavender would be a
different matter altogether."
"I'll help you and you help me," said Ron smiling.
"OK"
Professor McGonagall had finally stopped sucking Hagrid. Her tits
weren't clean yet but she could see that Hagrid wouldn't be able to
control himself very much longer and she didn't want a broken jaw. Not
that that would be a bother, Madam Pomfrey could fix broken bones in
less than 10 minutes. She wanted to finish her class and besides, she
still wanted that monster cock in her cunt.
Standing up, she turned to the class and said, "To reiterate: some
charms when used in close conjunction with other specific charms can
cause problems. However, this is not true for all charms. For
example..." She motioned to Hagrid who came and sat on the desk facing
the sidewall. He leaned back, pushed his arms back and grasped the other
end of the desk with his hands. The entire class could see his rampant
cock, standing straight up, waiting for a cunt to come down on it. Which
was exactly what Professor McGonagall had in mind.
"The levitation spell is one of the spells that does no harm." She
flicked her wand and rose up in the air. She kept rising till she was
about five feet in the air. There she sat cross-legged, on thin air. She
mumbled under her breath and slowly started descending. When her cunt
was about a foot above Hagrid's twitching cock-tip she stopped.
"Observe carefully," she said. Then, noticing much of the class had
ducked their heads to see under her thighs she said, "Oh, sorry" and
opened her legs out wide.
"She did that on purpose," said Ron.
"What?" asked Harry, tearing his hungry gaze away from her hairy wet
pussy. He could swear he saw a few drops shining like diamonds in her
hair. "What did you say?"
"That slow-motion opening of her legs. She wants us to look at her thighs."
"Not a bad idea," said Harry, finally focusing on her milky thighs.
"They're worth looking at."
Smooth long legs, not a single hair marring the silky expanse of flesh.
Almost endless legs, stretching from beautiful ankles to end in a sudden
explosion of hair at the crotch. Though Harry had never fucked a woman,
he could easily imagine himself licking, sucking and feeling those
endless legs. And that pussy! He would probably spend an eternity
between those legs, wondering whether to eat it or fuck it.
McGonagall was still hanging in mid-air, sitting with her legs wide
open. When she was sure all the students were looking at her cunt, she
reached down and parted her lips, exposing her pink inner lips. Her clit
stood out like a delicious cherry. Slowly she came down, about to impale
herself of that huge cock that Hagrid was now holding erect. No way that
he's going to fit in that tight cunt, thought Harry.
And he was right. She came down, taking the cock in an inch and stopped.
The boys were too busy hoping that she'd jam herself down but the girls
noticed the quick flicker of pain that flashed across her face.
"That's all I can take without hurting myself. Don't worry, Seamus," in
response to his groan, "you'll see him fill this cunt."
Seamus flushed and looked quickly across at Lavender Brown. Harry
noticed that she was looking at Seamus and smiling. A bolt of anger (or
was it jealously?) passed through Harry. Ron, noticing this little
bye-play, patted Harry on the thigh and said, "Don't worry, if Hermione
is not in love with you, she'll help you with Lavender. And with her
help, anything's possible." Then, remembering that "if," a shadow passed
over his face.
"Don't worry," whispered Harry, "I don't love her."
"Nor do I... But those knockers..."
"Too true," sniggered Harry.
McGonagall had by now floated down to the desk, picked up her wand and
gone back to floating three feet above Hagrid. A quick "Modigrownum", a
flash of her wand at her pussy and the class could see hair starting to
grow higher up her stomach. Then they realized that the hair wasn't
growing, her cunt was becoming bigger. Since she wasn't holding the lips
apart, Harry couldn't see how it had grown but the hair was driving him
wild. I'm a hair man, he decided. Then Professor McGonagall did
something strange. She looked up at the ceiling, muttered a few words,
and suddenly a huge mattress appeared there, stuck to the ceiling!
Without bothering to explain, she floated down again. Reaching down to
part her lips again, she showed to the class a large pussy, one large
enough to take Hagrid's monster. Noticing the faces pulled by a few of
the boys, she smiled and said, "Wait till you see how well it fits now."
Closer she floated, just an inch over Hagrid's cock. She was right, the
cock and cunt looked like they'd been made for each other. Harry could
see that her pussy was dripping wet now, her hair glistening with her
juices. She stopped with her outer cunt lips just holding the cock-head,
Hagrid let his cock go, she flashed a grin at Seamus, and jammed herself
down on the cock!
There was a loud bang and a bright flash. A couple of girls screamed.
Though the flash had blinded Harry, he could hear Hagrid's howl of pain.
He though he'd even heard McGonagall scream. Then there was chaos in the
classroom.
When their eyes adjusted after a few seconds, they saw Hagrid was still
on the desk. He was stretched out flat now but he seemed none the worse
for the wear. Professor McGonagall, on the other hand, had shot straight
up, hit the mattress and was now floating a foot below the ceiling,
passed out.
After a few seconds, Hagrid raised his head, looked at Harry and Ron and
said, "Don' worry, she hit the mattress, she'll come 'round in a minute
or so. No, Hermione, you don' need ter go call the nurse. On'y students
of this course is allowed ter enter this room."
Hearing Hagrid's reassurance, the class resumed their seats and quietly
waited for Professor McGonagall to wake up. Harry noticed that while the
rest of the class was longer masturbating, Parvati and Lavender
apparently couldn't keep their hands off each other's cunts. He couldn't
keep the scowl off his face.
Hermione, noticing him scowl, turned to see what he was looking at and
saw the two girls rapidly fingering each other. Two pairs of panties lay
on the floor and she could easily smell the juices of the two girls,
sitting so close to them. Harry wants one of those two girls, she
thought. A jolt of anger passed through her. Hating the thought of Harry
lusting for some other girl, Hermione sat fuming in her chair. Then,
realizing that she'd never shown to Harry that she cared for him, she
decided to make rapid amends.
Reaching across, she rapidly ran her hand up Harry's thigh and grabbed
his cock. Startled, Harry looked down to see Hermione's hand stroking
his cock to a renewed erection. He looked up at her and saw her smiling
at him with a look of lust in her eyes. He was about to return her smile
when he remembered Ron on the other side of him. Hoping that Ron was
busy looking at Hagrid and McGonagall, he quickly turned to look
straight into Ron's angry eyes. He hurriedly pushed Hermione's hand off
his cock and, ignoring her shocked gasp, struggled to think of something
to say to Ron. But Ron had turned away and was now sliding to the far
end of his bench, as far away from Harry as possible. Before Harry could
begin to come to grips with the simultaneous self-destruction of his
only two friendships, Professor McGonagall woke up.
A low moan from the direction of the roof woke the three friends to the
fact that Professor McGonagall was coming around. Still floating in the
air, Professor McGonagall slowly sat up and rubbed the top of her head.
Then she looked down at the sea of faces looking up at her and said,
"My, that hurt."
With a wry smile she floated back down to the floor. Hagrid was sitting
up by now, looking anxiously at her. He was probably looking for signs
of damage. She smiled and patted his arm.
"I'm fine, Hagrid. How are you?"
"Just a little sore," he said.
"More than a little sore I'm sure, Hagrid. Don't worry, I'll fix it."
She picked up her wand and mumbling rapidly, pointed it at Hagrid.
Something red flashed out of the end of the wand and enveloped Hagrid.
When it dissipated a few seconds later, Hagrid had lost his pallor. The
hint of pain visible in his eyes had also disappeared.
Turning the wand towards herself, Professor McGonagall cast the same
spell again. A few seconds later she shook her head and said, "That's
better."
"Though Hagrid is very good at controlling his pain, I'm sure all of you
remember my scream when he penetrated me. Or rather," she smiled coyly,
"I impaled myself."
A few titters from the students and the shell of palpable anxiety was
broken. A few of the students took a deep breath and shook their heads,
as if clearing away the cobwebs. Now that both the Professors seemed to
be unhurt, the boys went back to concentrating on McGonagall's awesome
breasts. The girls, however, had to make do with Hagrid's flaccid cock.
"When a shrink charm meets a grow charm, an explosion is inevitable.
Therefore, you must carefully examine your partner before attempting any
sex in a modified state. Observe the slight blue glow around Hagrid's
cock." All the girls leaned forward as Professor McGonagall picked up
Hagrid's cock and started stroking it again.
She pulled a dark piece of board from the desk drawer and held it behind
Hagrid's cock so that the glow was clearly visible against the dark
background.
"Of course, you can't carry a piece of board with you every time you
want to meet a wizard," she paused as a few of the girls giggled again,
"but you'll learn to recognize the glow. With practice, a lot of practice."
Turning sideways, she pushed out her tits and angled the board so that
the pink glow surrounding her breasts was clearly visible. Many hands
dived back under the desks.
"Remember that a pink glow means a growth charm is in place while a blue
glow shows a shrink charm. Of course," she put down the board and faced
the class, "dealing with a cunt brings its own problems: How do you put
a board behind a cunt?"
Now all eyes were glued to her cunt and all the students had at least
one hand below the desk.
"If the witch is a brunette, as I am, a glow can be seen by the
discerning eye against the pubic hair." She brought her legs together
forming a dark, furry V at her crotch. Harry could see a slight pink
glow there.
"Of course, most witches would have use a shrink charm thus creating a
blue glow. A blue glow is more visible than the pink glow.
"This brings me to the most common form of such disasters: The wizard
uses a growth charm while the witch uses a shrink charm. Being, as they
are, opposing charms, the results can be disastrous. Far worse than what
happened to us."
She went back to stroking Hagrid's cock, which was beginning to droop
again from the lack of attention. Hagrid sat up again and returned to
the pose he was in before the explosion. He threw his head back and
closed his eyes. He was enjoying the gentle ministrations.
"If you notice that a charm is in place and you don't want to remove
either of the two charms, as in our case, you can use a 'Prophylaxis'
spell. This form a sort of sheathe around each of the partners thus
actually preventing any bodily contact. The downside of this is that
feeling is reduced and the pleasure is not so great. The upside to that
is that the sex lasts much longer."
Hagrid was fully erect again so scooping up her wand; Professor
McGonagall cast the Prophylaxis spell. A silvery blue film grew out of
the wand and, splitting into two, completely surrounded each of the
professors. It took the form of the two so that both now had a silvery
glow surrounding them. When it came out of the wand Harry had thought
that it looked like plastic, but now when it had spread all over, it
looked just like a charm glow.
Another levitation spell and Professor McGonagall was floating in the
air again. Resuming her earlier spread-legged position, she reached down
and parted her cunt-lips again. Down she floated, gentle as a mist
settling in a valley. There was no pause this time at the cock-head. As
soon as Hagrid's cock had entered her cunt, she released her cunt-lips,
stretched her arms up and out and let out a joyful moan. Even with the
sheath on, she was enjoying this. Hagrid let go of his cock and leaned
back to grab the desk again. His eyes were closed but all could see that
he was enjoying this just as much as she was.
Down she came, down, down. Two inches, six inches, 10 inches - that cock
was sliding into her pussy like a greased pole. When just four inches
remained visible, she paused. Then with a deep-throated moan, slid down
and took him completely inside her. There was a heartbeat of complete
silence; no one moved at all, the whole school seem to be holding its
breath. Then she began to move. Slowly the cock emerged from her furry
pussy, glistening with her juices. A pause when the cock was half out
and then the push down started again. Harry suddenly realized that she
was doing all this with magic. Except for her cunt hungrily sucking at
Hagrid's cock, she was not touching him at all. She was still floating
in air.
The smell of Professor McGonagall's pussy was spreading across the room.
At the desk she continued to move on Hagrid's cock while the class
watched with rapt attention.
Then she brought her hands down and reached for Hagrid's face. Sensing
her reaching out for him, Hagrid opened his eyes and raised his head.
She gently took his face in her hands and began stroking his beard,
looking deep into her eyes. Harry had never seen Hagrid look so solemn
before. Oh my God, he thought, they love each other.
As if in confirmation of Harry's thoughts, Professor McGonagall pulled
Hagrid's face close to hers and planted a deep kiss on his lips. Then,
grasping his shoulders, she began pounding down on his cock. It looked
as if she wanted to take as much of Hagrid inside her as possible.
The squelching sounds of Professor McGonagall's pussy pounding on
Hagrid's cock could be heard clearly all around the class. Responding to
the naked, overpowering lust before their eyes, several boys and girls
began pairing up with each other. Next to Hermione, Parvati and Lavender
were almost making as much noise as McGonagall and Hagrid. However, four
students had not yet moved. Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting still,
held immobile by the pressure of their respective heartbreaks and Seamus
was apparently undecided about interrupting Parvati and Lavender.
All over the class hands were groping under gowns and bras. At least two
girls were getting their tits sucked while one was down on her knees
sucking a boy's cock like a lollipop. Almost everyone was drowning in
the flood of lust being released by the two professors.
Strangely enough, it was Professor McGonagall herself who noticed the
disaster in the making. Her piercing shriek of 'NO!' froze everyone like
they had been turned to stone. "Dean," she said, still holding Hagrid's
head between her breasts, "don't put your cock in Neville's arse. Sodomy
between wizards, even without the use of charms, would set off an
explosion so large that it would probably destroy the entire room."
Shocked, the entire class turned towards the back of the room where a
red-faced Neville was down on his hands and knees while Dean stood ready
to put a decently sized cock in his arse.
"I never thought that Dean would be gay," whispered Ron. Then, realizing
that his whisper had carried to everyone in the room and hoping to
prevent the realization of the implication of his words from dawning on
Neville, turned to Professor McGonagall and said in an unnaturally loud
voice, "But Parvati and Lavender have been fingering each other for the
past fifteen minutes and nothing has happened."
Professor McGonagall lifted herself off Hagrid's cock. A slick sucking
sound followed by a loud pop told the class how tight the fit had been.
She stood in front of the desk facing the class. Hagrid got off the desk
and stood next to her.
"That's because, Mr. Weasley, what they are doing is not sodomy. Even if
Dean were to frig Neville nothing would happen. But were Dean to try and
give Neville a blowjob or anything more... intimate, they would end up
killing themselves. Go on, Dean: frig Neville."
Realizing that Professor McGonagall was trying to revive Neville's
shaken self-respect, Dean reached around and started frigging his cock.
Slowly but surely, Neville's cock regained erection and was soon
standing up to its full length of 4 inches. Fearing future derisive
comments from the other more fortunate boys, Professor McGonagall turned
to Parvati and said, "Suck his cock, Ms. Patil."
Parvati Patil pulled a face but fearing the adverse consequences if she
disobeyed a teacher, went down on her knees before Neville. Within a
minute, Neville was glowing red and looked ready to explode.
Satisfied that Neville's bruised ego was on the mend, Professor
McGonagall turned to the rest of the class.
"Only sodomy between wizards is dangerous. Dean, come around behind Miss
Patil and stick your cock in her arse."
Hearing these words, Parvati looked up aghast at Professor McGonagall.
The fear was obvious on her face. Professor McGonagall walked up to her
and said in a gentle voice "Don't worry. Parvati. A growth charm will
ensure that he doesn't hurt you. However, I suggest you stop sucking
Neville for a moment."
A few of the students noticed that Neville was almost about to burst
into tears from frustration but Professor McGonagall was looking down at
Parvati's who was still kneeling on all her fours.
"Modigrownum!"
There was a noticeable change in the size of Parvati's butt. From the
pert, almost boyish, behind of a 14-year-old girl, it developed into the
well-rounded butt of a young woman.
All the students crowded around to get a better view of Dean putting his
cock into Parvati's arse. Dean bent down to lift up her gown and expose
her arse. In the hushed silence of 15 lustful boys and 15 scared girls,
a well-rounded pair of butt-cheeks came into view. Dean couldn't control
himself. Before anybody could say anything, he had grabbed both the
butt-cheeks and was kneading them like a madman. He knelt down between
Parvati's legs to get a better grip on her arse. The way he was prying
and parting her cheeks, Harry suspected that he was also hoping to get a
view of her pussy while he was down there.
Professor McGonagall was maintaining a clinical tone all this while:
"You will notice that that while Miss Parvati's bottom is now the size
of a young woman's bottom, it retains the firmness of her true age. Her
skin tone has not changed, the texture has not changed and, had I used
the charm on her pussy, the pubic hair growth would not have changed."
Dean took this as an invitation to check Parvati's pussy for pubic hair.
He bent down close to her arse and parted her cheeks as wide as they
would go. Parvati, who was enjoying this close attention being paid to
her arse by a cute boy, spread her knees further apart to give him
better access to her arse-hole.
Professor McGonagall misread Dean's intention and encouraged him by word
and deed.
"That's good, Dean," she said, patting him on the shoulder, "lick her
arse and make it wet. No matter how large the charm makes the arse-hole,
a little lubrication always helps."
This was a course of action that had simply not occurred to Dean. But he
was a butt-man and an unbiased one at that. He had wanted to put his
dick in Neville's arse and now he wanted to put it deep in Parvati's
arse. He attacked her arse-hole with gusto. Within moments Parvati was
writhing and moaning in ecstasy. After a minute of this, Dean looked up
at Professor McGonagall for permission and, getting the nod, extricated
his cock from the folds of his gown in a flash. Placing his cock-head at
the opening of Parvati's arse-hole, he looked up again for confirmation.
Before the professor could say anything, Parvati pushed back with all
her might. A scream of pain broke from her lips but before it could die
down it had metamorphosed into a moan of pleasure as she felt Dean's
cock throbbing deep inside her arse.
Dean was in heaven. Holding her arse like it was a semi-precious piece
of porcelain - firmly but not roughly - he started working his cock in
and out of her tight arse-hole. He couldn't believe he was holding and
fucking this sexy, girl-firm, woman-sized arse.
"Dean," said Professor McGonagall, bringing him back to earth, "Stop for
a moment. Now, be prepared for a slight shock." She motioned to Neville,
who was still standing in front of Parvati holding his dick in his hand,
to move closer.
"Parvati, take Neville in your mouth again."
Parvati reached up, grabbed Neville's arse and pulled him close. Opening
her mouth wide, she tried to take all 4 inches of cock into her mouth.
So long as her mouth was wide open, nothing happened. But the moment she
closed her lips and gave Neville his first suck, the blinding flash was
repeated. Only this time Harry could have sworn he had heard two explosions.
As he shook his head to clear his ears, he heard McGonagall telling the
students that everything was fine and there was nothing to worry about.
He looked down to see Dean still holding Parvati's butt, his mouth
hanging open and his eyes round as saucers. His cock was completely out
of her arse and smoke was seeping out of her distended arse-hole.
Parvati's butt had returned to its former shape and size. At the other
end, Parvati had slapped her hand over her mouth as if she had just
bitten her tongue. There was smoke leaking out between her fingers and
her face was dripping with cum. Neville was standing a step away from
her holding his balls with both his hands. The look on his face was a
comical combination of release and pain. The explosion had been the
final push and he had come all over Parvati's face.
Before anyone could say anything, Professor McGonagall had cast the
pain-relieving spell over all three. The entire class breathed a sigh of
relief when the pain cleared from the three students' faces.
Resuming her clinical tone, Professor McGonagall said, "Parvati acted as
the conduit between the two wizards. The damage would have been much
worse but for the growth charm on her bottom. The charm took the entire
force of the short-circuit and was destroyed in the process. That is why
she is smoking - that's all that remains of the charm. This should drive
home the point I'm trying to make: intimate contact between two wizards
is dangerous!"
Turning on her heel she walked back to where Hagrid was standing. When
she reached the desk she turned and addressed the class again, "We'll
take a five minute break to allow everyone to recover their breath."
She noticed that her wand had rolled off the desk and bent down to pick
it up. This was a mistake. She had gotten off Hagrid when he was just
about to cum and he had spent the past 15 minutes trying to control his
frustration. McGonagall's beautiful arse with it's wrinkled brown hole
winking at him filled him with a sudden lusty passion. He quickly
grabbed her arse and placed his cock-head at the entrance of her nether
hole. He was quick but McGonagall was quicker. Realizing that Hagrid's
cock would tear her hole open, she quickly cast a growth spell on her
butt. Hagrid pushed and with only the slightest resistance, buried his
cock deep inside her.
The two professors moan of satisfaction echoed in the class. Completely
oblivious to the stares of the students, Hagrid started to butt-fuck
Professor McGonagall. Now that he was in her beautiful arse, the urgency
was replaced by a desire to have a long enjoyable fuck. He knew that she
relished a slow build-up and he was enough of a gentleman to want to
give her what she wanted.
Holding her milky white ample hips in his hands, he would pull his cock
out slowly. When he was almost fully out of her, he would push back till
he was buried deeply again. McGonagall had braced herself against the
desk and was pushing back in time with Hagrid's thrusts. Her huge
breasts were jiggling in time with their fucking and soon the students
could hear Hagrid's balls slapping against her pussy.
On the floor of the classroom, Dean and Parvati watched this lusty scene
with interest. Then they looked at each other and understanding flashed
between them. With a small nod, Parvati began pushing back against
Dean's erection. All he had to do was hold it straight. When his
cock-head popped past her arse-ring, she paused to allow her butt to get
accustomed to his cock. Then she looked back at Dean and nodded again.
This was the signal for Dean to take over. Aware that she was
experiencing a little pain, he pushed his cock deeper one slow inch at a
time. Deeper and deeper entered his cock. Halfway in, he stopped in
response to a quiet gasp from Parvati. Parvati was experiencing a
combination of pain and pleasure. Her arse throbbed around Dean's solid
cock. Hoping to easy Dean's entry, she tried alternatively squeezing and
relaxing her arse-ring. The delicious pressure was too much for Dean and
he shot his cum deep in her.
Parvati gasped as she felt Dean's hot cum fill up her arse. She pushed
back to take him deeper inside and the slickness provided by his cum
allowed his cock to slip deep inside her arse. When he hit bottom he
paused for a second and then Parvati said, "Ok, Dean, fuck me. Fuck me
hard before you lose your erection."
There was no way Dean was going to lose his erection now that that
erection was deep inside the butt of a beautiful girl who was begging
him to fuck her. Pausing only to grasp her hips, he began a steadily
quickening pounding of her butt-hole. Gasping with pleasure, Parvati
pushed back with equal force.
Reaching around her, Dean started fingering her clit. This sent her to
new heights of ecstasy. The sounds of his cock wetly slapping in her ass
began to drown out the sounds of Hagrid pounding McGonagall's arse.
Realizing that Harry was responding to Parvati's fuck with pure lust and
without anger, Hermione realized that it was Lavender that he desired.
Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, she got up, walked around the
pair fucking on the floor and dropped to her knees in front of Lavender.
Lavender was quick to the uptake and pulled up her gown in a flash. Her
blond pussy was exposed to the hungry eyes of Hermione and, behind her,
Harry and Ron.
Doing her best to spite Harry as much as she could, she fingered
Lavender's pussy for a while, pulling her outer lips apart so that her
silky inner treasures were visible to Harry's hungry eyes. Still holding
her lips open, Hermione started kissing Lavender's white thighs.
Starting at the knees, she alternatively kissed and sucking each thigh,
working her way up to Lavender's crotch. Lavender started buckling her
knees, trying to get Hermione's mouth to her cunt. Deciding that it was
time to really give Harry the burn, Hermione pushed Lavender so that she
fell back on her seat. Completely hiding Lavender's pussy from Harry's
eyes with her body, she began sucking Lavender with gusto.
First she stuck her tongue deep inside Lavender's silky cunt. Rapidly
flicking in and out like a snake's tongue, she worked Lavender up to a
fever pitch. Then she shifted her attention to Lavender's delicate clit,
which was so swollen and pink, it was almost begging for attention.
Quickly pursing her lips she sucked the thumb of flesh into her mouth.
Grasping the clit in her velvet vice she rapidly began flicking her
tongue across it. Lavender could only take a minute of this exquisite
torture before she soaked Hermione's mouth in a gush of pussy-juice.
Harry saw Hermione push Lavender down onto her seat. He saw her glue her
mouth to that beautiful blond pussy that he wanted to fuck so much. He
also saw Hermione's arse, waggling at him, almost inviting him to lift
her gown and put his painfully erect cock in her pussy. Much as he
wanted to do just that - an image of her awesome new tits flashed across
his eyes - he also knew that such an action would irreparably destroy
his friendship with Ron.
After a minute's indecision, he leaned over to Ron and said, "What are
you waiting for? McGonagall said that only intimate contact between
wizards is dangerous. A threesome with two witches is not banned."
"You want me to just grab her and start fucking her? She won't be ready
for me - I'd just hurt her."
Harry pointed down at the floor beneath Hermione's seat. There was a
pair of black panties lying there.
"She was fingering herself earlier. Her pussy is nice and ready. Think
about it, Ron. Beneath that gown is a wet, naked pussy that you want to
fuck. Go ahead."
"What about you?" asked Ron.
"She thinks she likes me but I know that she likes us both equally. Once
you get you big cock inside her - fuck her gently, please - she get over
the anger she has for me."
"Don't you want to fuck her?"
"There's always tomorrow, my friend," said Harry. "With her and your
permission, of course," he added hurriedly. "Go on, she just made
Lavender cum."
Ron didn't need to be told twice. In a thrice he was standing over
Hermione and lifting her gown. Hermione was so engrossed in sucking up
Lavender's sweet pussy juice, she didn't even notice Ron flick her gown
on her back and line his cock with her pussy.
Without waiting a second, Ron parted her arse-cheeks and pushed his cock
inside her cunt. Harry was right. She was wet and ready. With only a
minor pause at her hymen, he was complete inside her.
The sudden searing pain in her pussy caused Hermione to jerk her head to
quickly off Lavender's pussy that she almost fell. Only Ron's strong
hands held her up. She looked back to see who had invaded her pussy and
saw Ron's concerned face close to hers.
"I'm sorry I hurt you, Hermione. I love you, baby," said Ron.
Never doubting for a second Ron's words, Hermione blinked back her
tears. Forcing a smile on her face she said, "You didn't hurt me much
but you should have warned me. I would have gladly fucked you. Now that
you're already inside me, why don't you finish what you started?"
Ron bent over and kissed the back of her neck.
"Your wish is my command, baby."
Taking care to fuck slowly as he was sure she was still feeling the
pain, Ron started fucking her pussy. It was tight, it was hot, and it
was everything Ron could have wanted a pussy to be. What more could he
ask for? Of course! Those tits! He under her into her gown and grasped
those firm breasts that had initially ignited his lust for her. Locating
her nipples, he squeezed them between thumb and finger. Hermione moaned
and tried to increase the pace of their fucking. She was approaching her
orgasm and she was sure it was going to be a big one.
Hermione's stumble had removed her from in front of Lavender. There was
nothing between Harry's cock and Lavender's beautiful blond pussy. She
was still shaking from her orgasm aftershocks. Harry could see sweet
pussy juice dripping down from her cunt on to the chair. Deciding to
precede the fucking with a bit of sucking, he went down on his knees
between Lavender's legs and started eating her out.
Lavender lifted her head to see who was eating her pussy now. It surely
didn't feel like Hermione or Parvati. At first, all she could discern
was a boy's head. Then the boy lifted his head to flash her a quick
smile. It was Harry Potter! She liked him but she had kind of hoped it
would be Seamus. She was about to look around for Seamus when Harry
stood up, his cock in his hand, erect and ready for action. Harry was
easily six inches and throbbing with energy.
What the fuck, Seamus can always wait for another day, she thought - and
parted her legs wider.
