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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 jizz
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.